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All the Lines We Crossed - William Nylander and Auston Matthews

Summary: William Nylander and Auston Matthews meet a girl at a coffee shop—and things heat up as the three of them fall into a steamy, complicated relationship. (Yep, it's a three-way connection.)

Author’s Note: Okay, here it is, folks. Took me long enough, but I’m seriously obsessed with these two. Like, I’d probably sell a kidney just to see them in real life—so you can imagine how much I love writing about them. Buckle up, because once things start heating up, it’s gonna get smuttyyyy. And just so you know, this is only the beginning. Part 2 is coming your way soon.

Warning: +18, threesome!!, Contains explicit gay and straight intimacy, smut, and a growing polyamorous relationship. No hate allowed—if it’s not your thing, just keep moving.

Nora’s morning was already off to a chaotic start when she stepped into the cozy café around the corner from her apartment. The sharp aroma of espresso filled the air, mingling with the chatter of patrons and the soft hum of acoustic music playing overhead. She had a tray of four steaming coffees balanced precariously in one hand and her phone in the other, frantically checking the time.

Her meeting was in twenty minutes. She was late. And, of course, the universe had chosen today to test her patience.

She pushed through the crowded café, barely glancing up as she made her way toward the door. Then it happened. One second she was walking, the next she collided with something—no, someone. A very solid someone. The tray tilted in her hand, and before she could steady it, two of the cups tumbled forward, their lids popping off mid-air.

The coffee arced through the air, a molten streak of brown that splattered across the gray sweatshirt of the man in front of her. Nora froze, the world narrowing to the spreading stain and the sharp gasp of the stranger. “Oh my god!” she blurted, spinning toward the counter and grabbing napkins in a blur.

“I am so sorry! Are you okay? I didn’t see you, I…” She trailed off as she finally looked up.

The man was tall, with broad shoulders that filled out the now coffee-stained sweatshirt. His dark eyes held a glimmer of surprise, and his lips quirked into a lopsided grin as he looked down at her. There was something understated in his expression, a calmness that felt disarming.

“You good?” he asked, his deep voice laced with amusement. He was already reaching for the napkins she offered, brushing at the wet fabric.

Before she could respond, another voice joined the scene. “Smooth move, Auston.”

Nora turned to see a second man approaching, blonde and blue-eyed, with a sharp jawline and a smile so effortlessly charming it made her forget, for a moment, that she was in the middle of a caffeine disaster. He clapped the first man on the shoulder, laughing.

“You ran into her, mate,” the blonde said, grabbing a napkin himself and turning to Nora. “Let me guess, he wasn’t paying attention again?”

“You’re one to talk. You are the clumsiest person I’ve ever known.” Auston shot back, but his tone was light, and he rolled his eyes. “It’s fine. No harm done.”

Nora’s cheeks burned as she tried to process what was happening. She felt like she’d been thrust into the middle of some inside joke she wasn’t privy to. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated, her voice softer now. “I… I’ll pay for the dry cleaning, or a new sweatshirt, or…”

The blonde waved her off. “Don’t worry about it. Auston needed a new one anyway. Didn’t you, buddy?”

Auston’s smirk deepened, and he shrugged. “Guess so.”

“I’m Nora,” she offered awkwardly, extending a hand.

“William,” the blonde said, shaking her hand warmly. Then he nodded toward Auston. “And this is Auston.”

“Hi,” Auston said simply, his tone as understated as the smile he gave her.

—

Later that afternoon, Auston and William sat in their shared apartment, both distracted in their own ways. The air was thick with unspoken thoughts, but William wasn’t one to let silence linger for too long.

“She was cute,” he said casually, tossing a tennis ball into the air and catching it with ease, though his eyes were fixed on Auston, watching him closely.

Auston didn’t look up from his phone, his fingers scrolling absentmindedly across the screen. “Yeah,” he muttered, his tone unreadable.

“No, I mean, really cute,” William pressed, his grin growing as he leaned forward. “And, honestly, kinda funny. Did you see how flustered she got? You’re telling me you didn’t notice?”

Auston’s fingers stilled, and for a brief second, his gaze flickered to William. There was something there—something just beneath the surface of his usual stoicism. He didn’t respond right away, the tension between them coiling tighter with each passing second.

William’s smirk deepened. “I think you noticed,” he said quietly, his voice low, almost teasing. He leaned in just a bit closer, his eyes intense, like he was searching for something in Auston’s expression. “I think you liked her.”

Auston finally put his phone down, exhaling a slow breath. His gaze remained on the floor for a moment, his jaw clenched, as if trying to hold something back. When he looked up again, their eyes locked—no teasing, no masks, just a raw, unfiltered moment.

“She’s… interesting,” Auston said, his voice quieter now, almost like he was admitting something to himself more than to William.

William was quiet for a beat, his grin fading into something more serious. He didn’t break their gaze. “Interesting?” he repeated, his tone almost daring him to go further.

Auston’s chest tightened, a mix of frustration and something else—something deeper—rising within him. “Yeah,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Interesting.”

William moved closer, so close now that Auston could feel the warmth of his presence, the undeniable pull between them. “You know what’s interesting?” William said, his voice low and thick, the air between them charged. “You’ve never been this quiet about anyone before. What’s going on, Auston?”

Auston’s heart pounded. His usual cool was slipping, unraveling beneath the weight of William’s words and proximity. His mouth went dry, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. “Nothing’s going on,” he said, but the lie tasted bitter on his tongue.

William’s grin returned, but it was sharper this time, more predatory. He was so close now, their legs almost touching. “If you say so,” he murmured, his voice carrying an unspoken challenge.

For a moment, Auston’s breath hitched. There was something else in the room now—a tension that had nothing to do with Nora and everything to do with them. William’s presence was overwhelming, his every movement pulling Auston in deeper, closer to the edge.

“You’re not fooling anyone,” William added, his words a low, teasing murmur. “Not even yourself.”

Auston’s eyes narrowed, but he couldn’t deny the truth in William’s words. The air between them crackled. For a heartbeat, everything went still. Auston could feel the pull, the weight of the moment, the unsaid things suddenly spilling out into the space between them.

“It’s already complicated,” Auston finally whispered, his voice thick, as if the words were a confession.

William’s grin turned darker, his lips curling into something dangerously close to a smirk. “I think you like complicated things.”

Auston didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The words lingered between them, unspoken yet undeniably understood. Neither of them moved, but the air felt heavier, charged with a passion.

Of course, he liked complicated things. He always had, especially when it was just for fun. That’s how he’d ended up falling for this idiotic, devilishly good-looking Swede. But being with him, sneaking around and hiding their relationship, was already enough chaos for one lifetime. He didn’t need more complications. He didn’t want more.

And yet, there was Nora. He’d only met her once, but she’d lodged herself in his mind, refusing to leave. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, even though he knew he shouldn’t.

William’s voice broke the silence again, this time softer, almost intimate. “Let’s just see where it goes, huh?”

Auston’s breath caught in his throat. He knew what that meant. They both did. And suddenly, the world outside of their apartment felt miles away.

“I don’t know,” Auston finally murmured, his voice fragile. He leaned back, running a hand through his hair. “I want this, I do… but we can’t. You know we can’t.”

William’s gaze softened, sensing the fear beneath Auston’s words. He took a step closer, his hand gently reaching out to touch Auston’s arm. “Auston… we’ll figure it out. I promise we’ll figure it out.”

Auston’s chest tightened, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. “No one can know. The media—people will destroy us. The whole league, the fans, everything…” His voice trailed off, barely above a whisper, as though admitting it aloud would make it all too real.

William’s expression grew serious, but his touch remained steady as he gently cupped Auston’s face, tilting his chin to meet his gaze. “I don’t care what anyone thinks,” he said, his voice soft but unwavering, filled with quiet conviction. “It’s you and me—that’s all that matters. As for Nora...” He paused, a small, thoughtful smile playing at his lips. “Maybe we’ll just be friends. Maybe it’ll be something more. Who knows? But don’t overthink kärlek.”

Auston looked at him, searching his eyes, and for the first time, he saw something there that wasn’t just heat. There was something deeper—something unwavering in William’s expression.

Before Auston could say anything more, William closed the distance between them in a single, swift motion, his lips crashing into Auston’s with an intensity that knocked the breath out of him. It wasn’t gentle; it was raw, urgent, a desperate need spilling out in the heat of the kiss.

Auston’s hands shot up, gripping William’s shirt, as if trying to steady himself, but William only pulled him closer, his other hand sliding into Auston’s hair, holding him firmly in place. The world outside disappeared—the noise, the fear, the uncertainty—all of it faded into nothing, leaving only the two of them in the moment, the air between them electric.

William pressed his forehead to Auston’s for a fleeting second, their breaths mingling as the tension built, thick and undeniable. He could feel Auston’s hesitation, the way he held himself so tightly, trying to stay in control, and it made something twist inside him. Slowly, deliberately, William leaned in, brushing his lips against Auston’s jaw, his breath warm against his skin.

“It’s okay,” William murmured, his voice low, soothing, filled with quiet certainty. “I’ve got you.”

Auston’s breathing hitched, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his grip on William’s shirt tightened, his body giving into the pull of the moment. That was all the confirmation William needed.

He shifted, his lips trailing lower, teasing along Auston’s neck before moving back. Then, without breaking the connection, he sank down. It wasn’t the most graceful slide to his knees, but William didn’t care. The carpet was soft beneath him as he settled between Auston’s legs, his hands braced on Auston’s thighs.

William tugs at the waistband, pausing long enough for Auston to lift his hips, their eyes locking in a brief, shared understanding. He pulls the fabric down slowly, revealing Auston in all his glory—hard and flushed. It’s a sight William knows well, but even now, it sends a fresh wave of heat through him. Seeing Auston like this, exposed, with nothing between them, still stirs something deep within him.

He runs his fingers lightly along Auston’s length, watching as Auston’s eyes flutter shut and a shaky breath escapes his lips. “God, you’re impatient,” William teases softly, his lips quirking up in a grin.

“You’re the one taking your sweet time,” Auston shoots back, though his voice is rough, the words strained as he shifts against William’s touch.

“Good things are worth waiting for,” William murmurs before leaning in, his tongue darting out to trace the head of Auston’s dick. He relishes the way Auston inhales sharply, his body tense with need. William’s mouth waters as he takes him in, the weight of Auston’s dick heavy on his tongue.

Auston groans low in his throat, his hand reaching out to rest in William's blonde hair. He doesn't pull, just lets his fingers weave through the soft locks, the gentleness of the touch feeling at odds with the heat building between them. William hums around him, the vibration drawing a shuddered curse from Auston, and he takes him deeper, working his jaw to adjust to the stretch.

“Fuck, Willy,” Auston breathes, his voice thick, his fingers tightening in William’s hair. “You’re—Jesus, you’re too good at this.”

William’s cheeks flush at the praise, a thrill running down his spine as he quickens his rhythm. He uses his hand to stroke what he can’t fit, his movements messy and slick with spit, his other hand gripping Auston’s thigh to hold him steady. The sounds Auston makes—the groans, the gasps, the broken murmurs of William’s name—only spur him on, and he can feel Auston’s thighs trembling beneath his touch.

Auston’s breathing grows more ragged, his restraint slipping as his hips twitch forward. William doesn’t pull back; instead, he presses his arm against Auston’s hips, holding him in place as he takes him deeper, determined to push him over the edge.

“Shit, Will—” Auston gasps, his head tipping back as his fingers clutch at William’s hair. “I’m—God, I’m so close—”

That’s all the encouragement William needs. He redoubles his efforts, his tongue swirling, his cheeks hollowing, until Auston’s body goes taut, his thighs clenching as he comes with a hoarse cry. William swallows as much as he can, the taste of him sharp and intoxicating, though he pulls back slightly when it becomes too much, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he sits back on his heels.

Auston’s chest heaves as he stares down at William, his pupils blown wide, his skin flushed and damp with sweat. For a moment, neither of them says a word, the air between them still crackling with electricity. Then Auston leans forward, his hand slipping to William’s cheek, his thumb brushing over his flushed skin.

“Jesus,” Auston mutters, his voice low, rough, but filled with something warm, something real. “You didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” William cuts him off softly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I wanted to take care of you. You’ve been carrying so much... I just wanted to make it easier for you.”

Auston stares at him for a moment longer before he nods, his thumb brushing against William’s cheek once more before his hand drops away. “You’re dangerous, Nylander,” he murmurs, his lips curling into a crooked smile.

William grins back, his gaze steady and full of unspoken promise. “You’ve got no idea.”

—

Over the next few weeks, Nora found herself running into William and Auston more than she ever expected. At first, it felt like nothing more than coincidence—a casual encounter here, an unexpected meeting there. But soon, the chances of crossing paths became too frequent to ignore.

It all started innocently enough, a slow-building friendship. They’d hang out after practice or meet at the coffee shop they all frequented. William’s infectious energy was always a draw, his laughter filling the room and pulling Nora in with his easy charm. He was the type of person who could make her laugh no matter how her day had been, and she loved that about him.

He’d tease her playfully—especially about her coffee choices or the occasional overuse of her laptop—but it always came with that warm grin that made it impossible to be annoyed. There was something magnetic about his personality, and it didn’t hurt that he was ridiculously good-looking. His charisma was impossible to ignore, and every time they talked, it felt like the world was a little lighter.

Auston, on the other hand, was a different kind of presence. Where William was bright and loud, Auston had a quiet, understated strength that drew Nora in just as much. He wasn’t the type to seek attention, but when he did speak, every word seemed to carry weight. He had this calm that made her feel centered. Nora noticed how he observed her—the way his eyes lingered just a bit longer than necessary, as if he was silently taking her in, noticing the little things that made her... well, her. She liked that, liked how grounded he made her feel, even without saying much.

The three of them spent more time together, and what started as casual hangouts turned into something more. Nora wasn’t sure when it happened—maybe when they took her to the rink to teach her how to skate, laughing at her awkwardness but never once making her feel stupid. Or maybe it was the time they all went to the cinema together, enjoying a quiet evening of popcorn and movies, where the connection between them grew a little bit deeper.

Shopping trips became a regular thing too, though Nora couldn’t quite understand why Auston and William seemed so obsessed with getting her opinions on clothes. Both of them were fashion gurus—at least, they liked to think they were—always talking about trends and matching outfits with their ridiculous amounts of athletic sportswear. William was a bit of a princess when it came to fashion, and Auston wasn’t far behind, always asking her for advice as if she was some kind of expert. It made her laugh to see them bicker over what looked best on her, but it was in these moments she felt a deeper bond with both of them.

And then, there was the time they asked her to dog-sit while they were on the road for a few days due to a hockey trip. Their dog, had quickly become attached to her. Nora didn’t mind—she found it oddly comforting, taking care of them while they were away. It was a gesture that made her feel like part of their lives in a way that was hard to put into words.

It wasn’t long before their friendship started to shift. Their constant teasing turned into something more, more playful than before. William was the first to change the energy, teasing her with little compliments when they met, his eyes always glinting with that mischievous spark. He had a way of making her feel like she was the only one in the room, and when he smiled, it sent a warm flutter through her that she couldn’t ignore.

Auston, on the other hand, was quieter in his approach. His glances lingered longer, his attention seemingly sharper, as if he was paying extra close attention to her every move. It wasn’t loud or obvious, but it was undeniable—the way his gaze softened whenever they spoke, or the way his hand would brush hers “accidentally” but linger a little longer than necessary.

But even with the growing tension, the foundation of their friendship remained. They hung out, went to movies, grabbed coffee, and laughed together. It was the moments in between—the small touches, the lingering stares—that made it clear this was no longer just a friendship.

One afternoon, Nora was in her usual spot at the café, laptop open as she worked on a project. William was the first to show up, his confident stride unmistakable. He didn’t need to search the room for her; his eyes found hers immediately.

“Mind if I join?” he asked, his voice light and teasing as he slid into the seat across from her.

“Not at all,” Nora replied with a smile, feeling a small jolt of excitement at the idea of spending time with him.

Their conversation flowed easily, as always. William was good at making even the dullest of topics seem fun. He teased her once more about her ridiculously sweet coffee order, effortlessly keeping her laughing with his charm and quick wit. But as the conversation deepened, Nora couldn’t help but notice something more. His flirtations weren’t just playful anymore—they felt charged, like there was something deeper beneath them, something Nora couldn’t ignore.

Just as the shift in energy was starting to become undeniable, the door to the café opened, and in walked Auston. His presence quieted the room in a way William’s boisterous energy never could. He moved like he owned the space, calm and confident, his eyes immediately finding Nora’s.

“Still spilling coffee?” Auston teased, his smile soft but knowing.

Nora grinned, her cheeks warming as she replied, “Not today.”

With that, he slid into the booth, and the dynamic between the three of them shifted again. William’s playful energy filled the air, making Nora feel light and carefree, while Auston’s quiet, observant presence gave her a sense of calm. Their small touches, the glances exchanged, and the way they interacted with each other—it all added up to something more than just a friendship.

The more they spent time together, the clearer it became. Nora’s feelings were no longer confined to simple attraction. She was falling for them both, in different ways, and the line between casual friendship and something more was rapidly blurring. She could no longer ignore the electric tension, the way they looked at her, the way her body responded to their touch.

But it wasn’t just her feelings that had changed. There was something new between William and Auston as well. Their shared glances, subtle touches, and moments of quiet communication—it was as though they were both shifting, pulling Nora into something deeper.

The more time passed, the more Nora realized this wasn’t just a fling. It wasn’t something fleeting. What they were building was real. And as she sat there, surrounded by the laughter and warmth of William’s teasing and Auston’s steady gaze, she couldn’t help but wonder what would come next—because she had a feeling that what was unfolding between them was only the beginning.

—

Nora stretched her legs out on the couch, balancing a bowl of popcorn precariously on her knees. The apartment felt as familiar as her own, filled with the scent of Auston’s favorite cedarwood candle and the faint hum of a movie she’d seen a dozen times before. It was supposed to be one of their usual movie nights, but something was off. She could feel it.

Auston sat on the opposite end of the couch, leaning forward like he couldn’t quite relax. He kept adjusting the popcorn bowl, even though it wasn’t in danger of tipping. William, usually the most laid-back of the three, was sitting unusually straight in the armchair, his icy blue eyes fixed on the screen but his focus clearly elsewhere.

“Okay,” Nora said finally, breaking the silence. “What’s up with you two? You’re being weird.”

Auston froze mid-reach for another piece of popcorn. William glanced at him, his lips twitching like he was about to speak but thought better of it. The unspoken exchange between them only deepened the knot of unease in Nora’s chest.

“What?” she pressed, sitting up straighter. “Is this a ‘bad news’ kind of talk? Because I swear, if you’re moving to another city or something—”

“No,” Auston cut in quickly, his voice tight. “Nothing like that. It’s just... we need to tell you something.”

Nora blinked, her heart skipping a beat. “Oh, good. Because I wanted to talk to you guys, too.” She laughed nervously. “This might actually be perfect timing.”

Her words seemed to hang in the air, but neither of them took the bait. Auston glanced at William again, who gave him a short nod. Taking a deep breath, Auston shifted closer to her on the couch.

“Nora,” he began, his tone unusually serious. “There’s something you don’t know about us. Me and Will, we’re... we’re together.”

For a moment, Nora thought she’d misheard. She blinked, leaning back slightly as she processed his words. “Together?” she repeated, her voice slower, uncertain. “Like... together-together?”

William nodded, his face calm but tinged with an emotion she couldn’t quite place. “Yeah. For about two years.”

Two years.

Nora’s jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me?” she said, her voice rising. “You’ve been together for two years and never told me? I thought we were close! Why would you keep that from me?”

Auston ran a hand through his hair, looking genuinely guilty. “We didn’t mean to keep it a secret forever. We just—”

“We were afraid of how you’d react,” William interrupted, his voice gentle but firm. “You’re important to us, Nora. We didn’t want to mess up what we have with you.”

Nora frowned, her mind spinning. “React to what? You two dating? I mean, it’s a shock, sure, but I’m not—” She stopped mid-sentence, something clicking into place in her mind. She narrowed her eyes at them. “Wait. Have you been flirting with me?”

The flicker of guilt that passed between them was all the confirmation she needed. Her cheeks flushed as she sat up straighter. “You were! Both of you! I thought I was losing my mind.”

“Look, it wasn’t like that,” Auston began, but she cut him off.

“Wasn’t like what? You’re telling me you’ve been secretly dating each other while also... what? Testing the waters with me?”

“It wasn’t a game, Nora,” William said softly, leaning forward, his expression earnest. “We like you. Both of us. More than like you.”

Nora stared at them, stunned into silence. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she tried to make sense of what they were saying. “You... like me?”

“We care about you,” Auston said, his voice low. “We didn’t know how to tell you. But yeah, we’ve been flirting. We’ve been trying to figure out if there’s a chance you’d feel the same way.”

“This is insane,” Nora said, shaking her head. “You’re asking me to... what? Date both of you?”

“We’re asking you to be with us,” William said. “If that’s what you want. If it’s not, we’ll stop. But we had to be honest with you.”

Nora’s heart raced, her thoughts a whirlwind. “I don’t even know what to say.”

Auston’s hand moved toward hers, his fingers brushing hers lightly. She shivered, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through her body. “Nora,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with emotion, “we’ve watched you for months. We see the way you look at us. The way your cheeks flush when we tease you. When we touch you, even accidentally, you lean into it. You don’t have to say anything, but we know you feel it too.”

William leaned closer, his steady presence grounding her even as her heart raced. “You’re right to be confused,” he said gently. “We’re not asking for something simple. But you’re already part of this, Nora. You already mean so much to us. We couldn’t keep pretending it wasn’t real.”

Auston’s thumb rubbed softly over her knuckles, and her breath caught. “We want this with you,” he whispered. “But only if you want it too.”

Before she could respond, Auston leaned in, his lips brushing hers. The kiss was soft, tentative, but it sent sparks through her entire body. She melted into it, the world around her fading until all that existed was him.

When Auston pulled away, her head was spinning, barely noticing as William leaned in to replace him. His kiss was slower, deeper, and as he cradled her cheek, she felt her walls crumbling.

“See?” Auston murmured against her ear, his voice a low rasp that sent a shiver down her spine. “This is what we mean. You’re already ours, Nora.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out. All she could do was nod, her body betraying her hesitation with its undeniable response to their touch.

“Say yes,” William whispered, his forehead resting against hers. “Let us love you. Let us show you how good this could be.”

Nora exhaled shakily, her chest tight with emotions she couldn’t name. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Yes.”

Auston grinned, pulling her back into his arms as William’s hand slid over hers. “You won’t regret this,” Auston promised softly, his lips brushing her temple.

Nora nestled between them on the couch, her head resting against Auston’s chest while William’s arm draped protectively over her waist. Their warmth enveloped her, and she let out a soft, shaky sigh, the tension of the night dissolving into a tender quiet. For the first time in hours—or maybe days—she felt anchored, held in a way that was more than physical.

Auston’s hand moved in slow, soothing circles along her back, his breath soft against her hair. “You don’t have to figure everything out right now,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “We’re here. We’re not going anywhere.”

William pressed a lingering kiss to her temple, his fingers lacing gently with hers where their hands rested against her thigh. “We’ll take it slow,” he promised, his tone a quiet counterpoint to Auston’s. “Whatever you need, Nora. Whatever makes you feel safe.”

Her chest tightened, not with fear but with an overwhelming sense of being understood. She tilted her head slightly, meeting William’s gaze. There was a softness in his blue eyes, a quiet vulnerability that mirrored her own. His thumb brushed lightly over her knuckles, a small but grounding gesture that said everything he couldn’t put into words.

Auston shifted slightly, his arms tightening around her as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You mean so much to us,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. “You always have.”

The sincerity in their words tightened her chest. She turned her head, locking eyes with Auston. His typically serious gaze was now soft, full of warmth and openness, revealing a depth of emotion she hadn’t expected. The vulnerability she saw there erased the final traces of her hesitation.

Nora leaned into him, brushing a soft kiss against his lips before turning toward William. He cupped her cheek, his touch so gentle it made her heart ache, and kissed her like he had all the time in the world.

When they finally pulled away, she found herself sinking further into the space they created for her. Auston rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath warm against her neck, while William tucked her legs over his lap, stroking her ankle absentmindedly.

They fit together like pieces of a puzzle, their movements slow and unhurried as if savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment.

For the first time, Nora let herself relax completely, her body melting into theirs. She felt Auston’s heartbeat steady against her back, William’s hand warm and firm against her hip, and her own breath falling into sync with theirs.

Auston tilted his head, his lips brushing her ear in a whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. “This is how it’s supposed to feel,” he said, his voice filled with quiet certainty.

Nora closed her eyes, a soft smile curling her lips as she let herself believe him. In their arms, with the weight of the world momentarily lifted, she felt a peace she hadn’t realized she was missing.

The three of them stayed that way, cocooned in each other’s warmth, the forgotten movie casting soft shadows on the walls. And as the night stretched on, Nora felt a quiet but undeniable truth settle in her chest: this was home.

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calderasletski · 2 days ago

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Eyes Do Not Decieve

The first time Y/n encountered Suo was when she was trying to escape a weirdo trying to flirt with her….

The first time Suo encountered Y/n was when he was out on patrol and he discovered he had a girlfriend he never knew he had….

“As I told you I’m here with my boyfriend,” squeezing Suo’s arm, she said to the person who Suo presumed was bothering her.

He could’ve intervened with his skills in martial arts but he didn’t. He wanted to see how this would play out.

“Darling, is he bothering you?” he asked her effortlessly playing along.

Y/n faltered a little at how compliant he was being. Though only for a little while.

“Oh yes. I was waiting for you when he came over. I told him I had a boyfriend but he… didn’t believe me.” She gave him a look that said ‘am I doing this okay?’

Suo shot back a ‘who knows’

But the creep was not convinced. “Are you sure you know him?”

“Yea, why would I approach him if I didn’t,” she said, crossing her arms to prove her point.

“I know it’s unbelievable to you that a lady as beautiful as her would date me but you’re being rude,” Suo remarked.

‘Damn, he’s smooth,’ Y/n’s thoughts screamed.

“Okay then what’s his name?” the creep asked her, pointing to Suo disbelief still evident in his eyes.

………...

............

“...zuko…”

……….....

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“That’s it! You don’t even know this dude!” he yelled, stomping towards her.

Before he could register what was happening, he felt the world spin and when he opened his eyes and looked up, Suo was looking down on him shielding Y/n behind him.

“Whether I know her or not is none of your business but I’d rather not see you bothering her again,” he said dangerously.

This scared the shit out of him, making him run away.

Y/n on other hand was fawning over how cool Suo looked pulling off a move like that. “How did you do that?”

“You see, there’s a spirit sealed under this eyepatch. I can borrow its power to do some special moves,” he said seriously.

Y/n knew whether to take him seriously or not. “So you get possessed by the spirit sometimes.”

“You can put it like that,” he replied. He was enjoying this.

“Thanks for helping me,” Y/n said smiling at him.

Suo has never seen anyone smile so brightly at him. Maybe he was starting to develop a crush, maybe his mind was playing tricks on him.

“It’s nothing. You can come to me anytime you want. After All, I’m your boyfriend,” he joked.

Y/n felt her cheeks burn so she tried to cover her face with her hair.

Suo was enjoying getting a reaction out of her.

“I’m Y/n L/n. What’s your name?” Y/n asked unexpectedly. “In case you become my boyfriend again I’ll need your name.”

It was rare for Suo to get a taste of his own medicine. Regardless, he chuckled and said, “Suo Hayato.”

The next time Suo saw Y/n he found out she knew Sakura….

The next time Y/n saw Suo she found out he was friends with Sakura…..

And Sakura was weak to teasing. And when you place him between two people with the same energy in one room which is basically Kotoha’s cafe…

“I missed you so much,” Y/n said dramatically.

“I kept thinking about the day when I’d see you again,” Suo matched her freak.

Kotoha, Nirei, Kiryu-everyone knew they were faking it.

Sakura on the other hand felt like he was gonna combust. “Will you two just cut it out?! D-do this where people can’t see you!”

It turns out even he needs her help too…. And she’s happy to help him out and maybe show him off….

Two girls was asking for Suo’s number. He declined but they were relentless.

“My girlfriend wouldn’t like the idea of you asking for my number like that,” he said loud enough for Y/n to hear when he saw her approaching.

“Like it?” Y/n said as she stopped beside him and hooked her arm with his. “I’d hate it actually.”

And then she proceeded to brag about him. Even though Suo had no idea when they went they went out to hunt spirits at night he stared at her affectionately and nodded to her every word.

Even if the girls didn’t believe her, eyes do not deceive.

Sakura knows it too. He’s scowling at the spectacle unfolding in front of him with his face beet red. “Damn it! I’m leaving!”

Y/n asked Suo to teach him how to punch creeps in style…. Suo suggested he teach her how to slap creeps in style….

“Can’t you just go easy on me?” Y/n said getting up from the ground after Sou gently tripped her.

“You told me to give it all you got,” he remarked.

“True…” she said pouting.

“How about you come at me again. I promise I’ll go easy on you this time,” he said without any hint of teasing in his tone.

Y/n scanned his face for signs of mischief.

“Okay… on the count of three,” she said skeptically.

However she launched at Suo just as she said “three!”

Suo, already accustomed to her antics, was used to this. He blocked her effortlessly and as she was about to fall back he grabbed on to her, their faces inches from each other.

“You said you’d go easy on me,” Y/n said grabbing onto his shirt.

“I did go easy on you,” he said smugly. “I didn’t let you fall this time did I?”

“Wow you deserve to be rewarded for your efforts,” she said, her face heating up.

Before she could process her actions, Y/n grabbed the side of his head and placed a kiss on his cheek.

Suo stiffened his hold on her as he forgot whatever words of retaliation he was gonna say.

“Are you feeling shy?” Y/n said although she was barely holding herself together. ‘Why did I have to go and do that!’

“N-no,” his voice cracked. No one ever heard his voice crack.

Y/n pushed herself away from him. Not that he was holding her too tightly. “I guess the training’s over now… I should head back,” she said and turned to leave.

Before she could run away, Suo grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. “W-what?”

“Would you mind if I ask you to stay?” he stated clearly.

Releasing the breath she didn’t know she was holding, she turned around to face him. Suo was staring at her with a lovestruck expression. And her expression probably mirrored his. The same facial expressions that Sakura often caught a glimpse of when they were supposedly faking it to rile him up. Before they themselves realised it Sakura knew they were in fact not faking it.

The next time they met at Kotoha’s cafe Suo confidently approached her, taking her hand and kissing the back of her palm.

And Sakura could confirm that his eyes never decieved him.

#wind breaker #wind breaker x reader #fluff #suo hayato #suo x reader #sakura hakura #windbreaker

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sempiosoysauce · 1 year ago

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instant kill shot

#misha collins #trans #nonbinary #spn #this was so unsettling to see in the wild #(Found it on a Pinterest comment)#From a WEEK ago #instant kill shot.#the way that they’re like “misha!!! after an actor” SO vaguely but you know EXACTLY who it’s about is actually so upsetting #to be fair. I’m not a spn fan but I have been On Tumblr enough to know who that is #Hot disclaimer: this is a joke about seeing tumblr shit off of tumblr #While I do think it’s a bit strange to do that #I wouldn’t want to be mean spirited towards someone so apologies if it came off rude #especially given that as an nb myself I have a lot of experience with the vulnerability of a name change #People can like and be who they want #seriously!!!! No hate toward this person at all!!!#misha collins however……#that was a joke. i dont know who he is. please don’t doxx me

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serendark · 2 months ago

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#seren.txt #sigh it's that time of month again where I have RSD spirals over bad takes pertaining to Ford from antis and coddlers alike #sorry but pointing out the harm his trust issues cause and saying that his exceptionalism is bad and does make him come across as a dick--#is valid critique and does not make the poster automatically a random vicious ford hater #there are some bonkers takes floating around- i saw that dumb fidds coffee one on twitter- but i swear i hear more complaining about #ford haters than i actually see haters. or people taking the slightest negativity towards him as 'this writer clearly hates ford' nonsense #just because he isnt sunshine and rainbows doesnt mean that person is a hater #maybe youre perceiving more things as attacks on the guy than there actually are #maybe because your interpretations are so narrow and specific that multiple pieces of canon contradict them and it's canon's fault right #yet only people who think like you are actual ford fans or whatever #and wow- woe is me i cant believe i hate 99% of the fandom- theyre all wrong but me and my 5 friends #some of these people also act like ford and fidds are the only characters who exist period #and that other characters arent important to their lives- issues- and arcs #I love Ford so much and cant comprehend being so much of a hater all the time- like seriously #theres a lot of thought-provoking or just fun fancontent and im having a good time #i hope the people who prevent themselves from having a good time can find their peace someday #blaghhh mind spiralling 6a.m.

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tvckerwash · 2 days ago

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watching people discover the fucked up science guy part of viktor's lore and then being like "we need to acknowledge that he's a fucked up science guy 😔" is so funny. like yeah, he is a fucked up science guy who thinks ethics committees are bullshit because in his mind having rights temporarily violated is perfectly fine if it means saving lives—especially when the ones condemning his beliefs don't offer what they consider to be an ethical alternative to fix the problem and simply let it continue to exist.

and yeah, he's a fucked up science guy who experimented on himself following a, quote: traumatic period of introspection. he had a mental breakdown, fell into a major depressive episode, and spending this horrible time of his life "alone in the depths" reinforced and radicalized his previous beliefs, and to showcase his beliefs (and to try and get rid of his emotions because of how overwhelming they were) he turned himself into a cyborg (and did in fact make himself worse in certain ways but ehh who cares /j).

and yeah, he's a fucked up science guy who gave a kid back alley anti anxiety meds so he could face down his bullies, but he did so after making him a cozy beverage, teaching him about the dangers of propaganda and baseless rumors, and having him scream into a megaphone to freak out said bullies because it was funny (not that he'd admit to finding it funny because then he'd have to admit to having emotions, and well he can't do that, no sir).

so yes, viktor is a fucked up science guy, but that's half his charm! he cares so much about helping people, but he's a weirdo and freak about it! though to be fair, in the city that also has a chemically enhanced werewolf (warwick), a sentient blob of goo (zac), a wind and water goddess (janna), and a literal war criminal who invented chemical warfare (singed), among many other wacky individuals, he's pretty normal all things considered! fucked up science is just a part of life in zaun, my dudes!

#viktor league of legends #machine herald #uhh those are the only tags I'm doing #still not making a lol tag < is my lol tag #absolutely no hate or offense intended towards anyone bringing up viktor's deeply questionable ethics btw #it's just genuinely a really funny phenomenon to me is all #fr though viktor (and zaun) are meant to represent that dark messy side of science people don't like to acknowledge exists #we would not be where we are today scientifically if it weren't for the people who willingly or unwilling crossed the line #according to a reddit ama the person who wrote viktor’s 2016 lore was directly inspired by the scientists who invented local anesthesia #and tested it on themselves before testing it on patients! obviously what viktor did is just a smidge more extreme than that #but you get the point #he's not evil he's just not exactly mentally well lmao. except the times where he is an evil super villain #95% of the time he should be a weird but otherwise normal guy and the other 5% he should rob banks with his buddies for comedic effect #as zaun is all dark and gritty and deals with complicated complex themes but also it's like a saturday morning cartoon down there #that story from legends of runeterra where viktor takes away all of jinx’s weapons and then gets beat up by vi for it bc she didn't know #that's why the two of them were causing trouble is so fucking funny. just another tuesday am I right?#to be clear I intentionally took a more comedic tone w this post bc I don't have the energy to get into a nuanced discussion of ethics #and discuss the themes of academic elitism mental illness and other stuff in viktor's lore seriously #nor am i particularly knowledgeable of certain aspects that play a part in his lore aka glorious (r)evolution

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demonsfate · 5 months ago

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list of ppl abaddon hated most pre-tk8

jin (it's also complicated. but like. he blames jin for "taking everything away" from him)

heihachi (doesn't quite remember him, but remembers the pain he inflicted - also feels jin's hatred around him)

azazel (basically gave him horrible identity issues upon learning about him)

kazuya (was really annoying during the war, & tried to take everything HE wanted)

lars & alisa (was ALSO really annoying during the war)

list of ppl abaddon hates most post-tk8‎

‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎0‎. Nobody. purification takes away all his hatred. ❤️

#👿 - ᴀ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴡᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ // (study)#// it's kinda funny that despite everything - abaddon is now less hateful than jin is lmAOOOO #// he may develop hatred for someone - but rn... he doesn't really feel any hatred strongly #// even for like heihachi - is hei came back he'd be like “are you SURE you don't wanna be good? it's quite nice actually”#// you might be asking 'should claudio &/or the exorcists be in that list?'#// nah 'cos he doesn't take them seriously at all ❤️#// ogre also isn't there 'cos he never got the chance to meet him LMAOOO #// like he KNOWS about him but honestly not personally to Feel Anything #// like obvs negative feelings toward him if he meets him - just 'cos similar devil aura & jin's feelings #// but for now... meh

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laylamva · 1 year ago

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I’m gonna fucking scream

#princess peach showtime #princess peach #EVERYTHING WAS FUCKING PERFECT #PEACH WAS BEING HER BEST GODDAMN SELF #But of COURSE #OF MOTHERFUCKING COURSE she has be more serious and masculine to be taken seriously!#Of course it has to be MOVIE Peach who has no personality outside of kicking ass ALLEGEDLY #But SHE’s the better Peach because she’s less feminine #SHE’s the better Peach because she’s more ExPrEsSiVe #Um #eck-FUCKING-scuse me? Since when is a genuine fucking smile not expressive?!#I’m sorry #I didn’t realize I needed to have a perpetual fucking DREAMWORKS FACE to be respected in society!#Guess I’ll just stop being cutesy and happy and nice to people #Guess I’ll stop liking frills and dresses and cute things #Guess I’ll stop liking the things I like because if a girl likes girly things she’s being sexist towards all other girls #GOD FORBID WOMEN DO ANYTHING #LIKE ACTUALLY #JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I HATE EVERYTHING

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minionwater · 2 years ago

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sallies _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

#edit: don’t read all this I went on a fucking rant #like seriously it’s incoherent musings on my silly meme post #sally’s weird. never know how to feel abt her #I know a few sallies actually. most emotionally intelligent kindest ppl I’ve ever met. supported me when shit went to fuck #but also?? the least aware motherfuckers I’ve ever had the misfortune of talking politics with #it’s like. they’ll support you emotionally physically whatever . in a way that fellow activists don’t #bc we’re all too fucking tired #but they can’t comprehend large scale events #they’re the type to like. go to war to comfort the dying but somehow view the war as a distraction from that #n I don’t know if that’s fine. if it’s reprehensible. if it’s a necessary service to those who DO fight #I’m not even calling them fairweather really. bc they’ll stick around. just in a different sort of way #part of me hates them n part of me admires that they stay anyway. misguided as they might be #bc personal kindness is radical too in a way #but at the same time… is it enough. is anything ever enough #I don’t know which part wins. depends on the day I guess #I know a few sallies. I’m even friends with a couple. n I have no idea how to feel abt that #sorry for the musings I’m just really fuckin. in the shitter rn abt apathy towards genocide #n naturally that’s leading me back to this show. again #real tags time I guess #sanders art tag #cabaret #musical theatre #sally bowles #this is. jane horrocks sally :)

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flowers-that-sing · 2 years ago

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what is it with ppl loving the racist white boy characters... like billy hargrove is a big one. but i just saw posts about jason carver...?

at least billy has a character, piece of shit yes but he is fleshed out, wtf are you even getting from jason-? all he does is say culty shit, haze ppl, and be a racist prick

seriously . people really just look past the whole "GIANT FUCKING RACIST" thing and literal hate crimes because... what? they're conventionally attractive white boys????????? please

#i do not understand #at all #seriously #ppl are so quick to excuse their actions too #“oh well billys dad was abusive” “oh but jasons girlfriend was just murdered” ok and?#last i checked neither of those things make you racist #let alone excuse it #or people will go “billys abusive toward max because of his dad”#you know who ALSO had an abusive dad and a little sibling #jonathan byers! and hes not racist! or abusive!#like you HAVE jonathan right there why are you going with fucking billy #jonathan broke the cycle!#billy continued it!#and also jasons girlfriend dying doesnt give him an excuse for anything at all #when bob died u didnt see joyce go on a homicidal rampage and hate crime children in the process #btw i shouldnt have to say this but #this is not an attack on the actors obviously #just the characters #idk much about mason dye but #dacre montgomery seems like a pretty cool person ?#this is not like. hate towards either of them. they're just actors #who play villains

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buckbisexually · 3 days ago

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i just read a fanfic so awful it literally made me cry. like do you ever see an interpretation of a character you like that is so bad that it literally hurts your feelings

#it was like a trainwreck but I just kept reading to see if it would get better #and it never did!#it just felt so mean-spirited and awful towards buck #it kept doing all of the things I hate seeing people do most with his character in fanon #making him the butt of every joke constantly bringing up his past mistakes for others to gawk at #not taking him seriously even when he’s legitimately worried making him out to be an oblivious moron who is literally the only person who #doesnt know that he should just date eddie already pretending that if he just started dating eddie all the problems in his life would #be fixed #and to top it all off literally explicitly saying ‘buck DID intentionally MAIM eddie during basketball #because he’s just that much of a violent jealous disaster no need to think more about it’#oh i hated i hated it i hated it #it was so so awful to read that interpretation of him #i need to read something else like right now lol or better yet watch the show and see actual buck #(who doesn’t deserve this kind of misinterpreting) anyway #see this is why I have to tell people to dm me for permission to talk about him #.txt

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tonycries · 6 months ago

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The Heir - G.S.

Synopsis. No, your clan leader husband won’t stop until he gives you an heir. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out alive.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Gojo, established relationship, he’s cray-cray (for you), bréeding - like a LOT, oral (fem receiving), unprotected, creampíe, marathon, séx, running from it, use of “my wife”, overstim, FÉRAL Satoru, absolutely heinous, mentions of kníves and bIood, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.3k

A/N. Guess what ya girlie is back with clan leader Gojo hehe.

An heir to the Gojo clan - no matter how small, how weak - could eradicate all three of the big clans before even being born. Much like their father.

You knew that. Satoru knew that. And, unfortunately for him, so did the stuck-up old toad currently sputtering across from him.

“I am not asking for permission.” Satoru smiles, deathly calm. “Simply that everyone vacates the Estate. After all, what the madam wants, the madam shall get.”

“But- but young master! It’s madness- An heir can tip the scales of power like never before!” The elder lunges frantically over the meeting room table. “I cannot allow- a-and considering the madam’s lowly lineage-”

Schwing!

They say that the infamous young head of the Gojo clan has a katana as hauntingly beautiful as he is - a blade of pure white, with a sapphire hilt. Though, there wasn’t anyone left to tell the tale - and Satoru wasn’t about to let that change anytime soon.

The long, deceptively delicate sword glints sharply against Satoru’s humorless grin, and those cold, cold eyes. Unblinking - crazed, as he hums, “What did you say about my wife?”

The man in front of him can do nothing but yelp in fear, “I- it could- the scale of ah-”

“No.” The freezing cold blade presses deeper against skin. And Satoru’s tutting, “Try again.”

“Th-the madam!” Pathetic tears stain those expensive tatami mats below, every shred of previous ego wiped away as the elder’s forced to echo his words. “It is no lie that her b-background is…unsuitable-”

Oh this was why Satoru hated these meetings - and for once in his life he’d been the one to summon it instead of being forced to attend. What a joke. If only this elder had agreed to vacate everyone in the Estate like he’d wanted, then none of this would’ve happened. Seriously, how hard was it to get some alone time with you?

Satoru sighs, blue yukata rustling as he grips the hilt tighter. “Do you know why you’re here, advisor? Why any of you little council of elders are still here?” And he doesn’t wait for an answer - couldn’t care less about it anyway. Plowing on in that same sweet, dangerous tone - as if scolding a stubborn child, “My lovely wife is kind, you see. Too kind. Doesn’t like for me to get my hands dirty.”

He lets his arm retract slightly, as if giving up on the conversation topic at hand. And oh for all his wisdom, the elder should’ve known better than to let the silence lull into one of safety. Should’ve known better than to let out a breath of relief. Relaxing - ever-so-slightly, to be stupid enough to mutter, “S-see young master. I told- you-”

Because this was Gojo Satoru, and he’s chuckling - and that was never a good sign for anyone but you. “She’d make such a perfect mother, don’t you think?”

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SLAM!

You startle - there was only ever one person that dared to kick open the doors of the Gojo Estate that way, like he was out for blood.

Eyes tearing from your window towards the now-splintered doorway and-

Oh. Oh shit.

Your voice dies in your throat as the metallic tang of blood hits your nose - followed very shortly by the realization that this was your husband. Towering figure leaning against the frame, gaze frantic - bouncing off everywhere but you, fingers twitching on the stained handle of his katana, looking for all the world like he’d seen a ghost.

What the fuck happened?

“Satoru?” you breathe. And the sound of your voice his eyes finally snap to you - widening, like he’d finally noticed your figure standing there. Like he was seeing you after a thousand years. Stepping forward in concern, “Are you o-”

You’ve barely made it two steps before Satoru’s closing the distance in a split-second, dropping to his knees before you with a harsh thump!

You wince at the sound, but if it hurt then he doesn’t show it. Anything but - in fact, looking more blissed out than you’ve ever seen him as he lets his prized katana clatter to the floor, looping two powerful arms around your waist.

And it’s times like this - when he nuzzles his cheek against your stomach, sighing in contentment - that you forget about those blossoming stains of red on his yukata. None of his, you bet.

Threading your fingers through his soft hair, you repeat, “Are you okay, Toru?”

And oh.

Oh, it only takes those words - and your sweet sweet voice - before Satoru’s entire body jolts. Taking a sharp inhale, fingers trembling as they clutch onto the fabric of your yukata. “An heir.” Words strained, ragged. Some deep, visceral part of himself peaking up at you through those hazy, half-lidded eyes, “Would you give me an heir, my wife?”

You weren’t making it out alive.

You’re gasping - partially because of his words, partially because that’s all it takes for him to yank you down. Sprawling you out like such a slut on the floor. “Wha- an heir?”

It’s not something you expected him to even consider - that sleepy, quiet little pillowtalk from earlier today where you’d mindlessly wondered out loud whether your husband was ready for kids. Hell, Satoru was never a morning person, so you didn’t expect him to even have heard the question let alone this.

Nosing at your racing pulse, whispering, “An heir. You think I’d ever deny you, pretty?” Like he couldn’t believe it himself - sharp canines nipping at your neck, “My heir.”

It’s like it was the only thing he could say - could even think about right now as his lips burned a path down your jaw, into the valley of your breasts. Muffled, “N’ now we have the Estate all to ourselves, so I can ruin you as much as I hah- want.”

And for the second time today, you’re actually registering that this wasn’t the same yukata your husband had kissed senseless in before the meeting. Or, at least, those patches of red were new.

“Satoru…” You pull his face back.

“No- no no please- Come back-” you squeal when he just drags you across the floor by the hips, pressing you up against that massive bulge, back to sloppily kissing the underside of your jaw. “Was jus’ one I swear- m’sorry about gettin’ the fabric dirty.”

“Satoru.”

“Wasn’t gonna break you where everyone could hear right?”

And fuck he doesn’t wait to hear a response, no - it’s been far too long, and every little scold from you has all the blood in Satoru’s body rushing to his aching cock. His lips are crashing onto yours, so desperate and needy.

“Sa-toru!” you manage to squeal through the way he sips at your candied lips. Letting out pained, breathless little grunts like each swipe of his tongue against your mouth was driving him insane.

“Shhh shhh, m’here m’here.” he pants into your open mouth, hands wandering everywhere. Cupping your ass, your breasts, nudging open your jaw to let him suck so filthily on your tongue. “Fuck- m’here.” He’s licking up the drool pooling at the corner of your mouth already, “N’ m’gonna ruin-” One hand makes its way to palm your clothed cunt, “-her.”

But, alas, no matter how many times Satoru’s done this before - it never gets any easier, or as less heavenly of a sight for him.

With you all disheveled and splayed out for him, your tits almost spilling out of your yukata with the way his hands have been so greedy. So thoughtless.

Satoru groans, dipping his head forward to peck messily at your lips. “Mmm- ” Pulling back just enough to mutter, “Gonna let me breed this pretty cunt, hm?”

It’s all you can do to give him a half-delirious little nod of agreement, lower lip wobbling at just how hungrily he was looking at you. Eyes wide, lips curling into a crazed smile, fingers trembling with anticipation as he deftly works on untying your robe.

“Is my wife gonna give me a pretty baby?” He gasps out, strangled. “An heir?” He presses a sloppy peck to your glossy lips, strings of spit snapping when he breaks apart to whisper. “One to take out all these dumb fucks?” Again, so dizzyingly. And again. “Oh how I’d love to see their fuckin’ faces.” And again and again and again. Kisses punctuated by that little mantra - “An heir. My heir. I need you to give me a baby, pretty.”

And then your yukata’s being pulled down your shoulders, the expensive fabric ripping down the side with the way he was so ravenous. Goosebumps prickling down your skin as fast as Satoru can get his hands on every inch of you.

“Oh, look at you.” his jaw falls slack, palms kneading at your soft breasts. “Fuck- the mother of my kids.” He rolls his thumb over your hardened nipples, rubbing lazy little circles, “I need to- fuck!”

Before you know it he’s pinning your arching body down onto the floor. One hand easily pinning down both of yours, the other angling your lips back onto his, a knee wedged between your damp thighs.

You whine at the feeling of Satoru’s thigh rubbing up against your drenched panties.

But he could barely hear - fuck, you didn’t even know if Satoru was breathing with the way he wraps his pretty pink lips around one of your pert nipples. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, cheeks hollowing as he sucks - harsh.

“Need to fill these up- s’gonna be so sweet. So full.” he’s blabbering into your tits, tongue rolling around your sensitive nipples. Incessant, like he was somehow trying to draw out milk. “I can only hope they hah- share, right?”

You buck your hips up, mewling as your throbbing clit catches on the dips and curves of the muscles on Satoru’s leg. “P-please, Toru. Don’t tease.”

And oh, when has he ever denied you? Hell, Satoru would burn down this entire world and himself if it meant giving his wife anything and everything. Especially the future mother of his kids.

With a final, playful bite, you watch with glassy eyes at the way he dances his lips down. Slow. Teasing. Eyes locked with you all the while like some sort of predator cornering his prey.

“And this-” Satoru stops halfway down, pressing a deep, sultry kiss onto your bare stomach, “Oh this. Gonna be so round n’ pretty. Absolutely glowing f’me, right? Fuck!”

Snapping his head down at the feeling of your grinding your hips so sluttily onto his legs, slick seeping through your panties and onto his skin.

“Oh.” he sighs, awe-struck. More to himself than you at this point, “You can kill me if you’re not with my heir by the time we’re done, pretty.”

A promise.

And with it went whatever was left of Satoru’s poor sanity - and whatever pathetic chance there was of you making it out of this alive.

Immediately, Satoru fists your flimsy panties in his grasp. So see-through they were practically useless anyway. Reveling in your panicked little gaze as he pulls - rips them clean off your dripping cunt.

“Oh god- There we go.” he moans, hooking two arms underneath your legs and pushing up, up, up - all the way until your knees were pressing up against your tits. Your lips wobble when Satoru takes the time to admire your pussy, breaths coming out in feverish little puffs to watch the way you glisten and clench at nothing. Licking his lips - salivating even - at the sight of your slick beading through your puffy folds. He runs a thumb along your sopping wet slit, “Better wish her good luck tonight.”

And, usually, your husband was refined - he teased and toyed with your poor cunt until you were begging to have an ounce of friction. But right now, it’s a wonder he doesn’t get whiplash with how fast he’s pushing his face into your pussy.

“Mm-” Satoru’s eyes roll to the back of his head as his tongue laps at your dripping wet cunt. Tipping his head back, back, back to let your sweet sweet juices slide down his throat. “Fuck that. Even luck won’t save you from me- hah-”

“Toru!” you arch off the cool floor as he cards the tip of his tongue between your puffy folds. From the base of your sloppy entrance, all the way up to your throbbing clit. “Hngh- s’too-”

He was going too fast too soon.

You whine at the palm pushing your unstable hips flat onto the ground, holding you still while Satoru licks all over as he pleases. “Now now, how are ya gonna ngh- fuck so sweet- handle later if ya can’t even handle this, pretty?”

Sucking on your clit in such a messy, open-mouthed kiss. “Fuck. Shouldn’t have told me about an heir.” he’s murmuring into your cunt. Harsh - rolling his tongue against the sensitive nub in a way he knows will have you crying out so prettily. “Fuuuck you shouldn’t h- oh- Ohhh, look at you, my wife.”, breathing in deep, ragged gasps of air only to go deeper. “Fuck- just look at you. You’re so wet I could fuck you just like this.”

As if to prove his point, he’s urgently bullying the tip of his tongue between your plushy walls. And it was true - so pathetically true. You take him in so easily.

Somehow, you manage to crack an eye open to spy downwards - only to be met with Satoru’s eyes already on yours. Hazy, curtained by his messy hair, swollen lips curving up to flash you such a devilish grin as he squeezes his tongue past that feeble, first ring of resistance. In and out in and out in and-

“Ohh. Squeezing me so fuckin’ tight.” His jaw grinds deeper, nose flush against your clit. “Ya like that idea? Like the thought of me p-painting ah- slutty pussy white already?”

Your embarrassed little whine isn’t enough of an answer for your husband. No, he’s pressing his fingers - all glossy and covered with a sheen of your slick - onto your pulsing clit. Just barely grazing in a way that has you crying out.

Making out with your cunt so sloppily, “Tha’s more like it.” Heavy eyes boring into yours - goading, even, for you to give more of a reaction. “Fuck- use those words, pretty. Scream.” Satoru’s fucking into your sloppy hole the way he’s been dreaming to do with his rock-hard cock. “After all, we h-have the Estate all to ourselves, right?”

Faster. Sloppier.

Pushing and pulling his tongue in a way that has you sobbing, “Yes! Please- wan’- ngh” Thighs squeezing around Satoru’s fervent head, “W-wan you to jus’ breed me, Toru-”

Oh.

Fuck, you might’ve just signed your will away at this point.

Because in a split-second, you’re cumming.

Shit, were you glad that there was no one in the house. Sobbing out a broken whine of his name, fingers white-knuckled on Satoru’s hair while you gush all over his pretty face. Just dragging your sloppy cunt all over his mouth - using him through your high.

And he’s more than happy to be dragged and angled all you please. Greedily lapping up your syrupy sweet juices, just dipping his tongue into your hole to feel the way you clench around him.

But it’s not long before Satoru’s pulling away. Swallowing a disappointed whine, you gape up at the absolutely feral man looming above you.

Lips plump and glossy, your juices dripping all the way down his chin, his jaw. Teeth bared, a pretty pink blush dusting over those cheeks - and you have half the mind to wonder how high the kill count actually is. Whether you’d be on it, too.

“Heh, kill count?” Satoru grins, teeth grazing so dangerously over your racing pulse. Shit, did you say that out loud? “Funny, real funny.” And with that, he’s thumbing apart your swollen folds, biting his lips at the sight of your quivering hole. “Wonder if our- hah- kid’s gonna have your-” Without warning, he spits. Once. Twice. Gliding the pads of his fingers along the thick globs of spit on your cunt, “-humor?”

And oh how ironic it was for Satoru to be groaning out sweet little spiels of what your kids might look like, when his fingers were anything but.

Stretching out your gummy entrance, having the audacity to laugh - laugh - at how desperately your pussy was trying to milk his fingers.

“Y-you’re so mean-”

“And yer killin’ me- ohhh you’re gonna be the death of me.” he mutters - strained. Depraved. Hastily pushing apart his yukata. He hisses, “Fuck-”

You can’t help but gasp at the sinful sight before you - Satoru’s blush reaches down his sculpted chest, down, down, down all the way to his painfully hard cock. Curved against his abs, already so angry and soaked with precum. Giving you a pretty little peak of those veins glistening against the dim lighting.

Before you even know what’s happening, he’s circling his fat, weepy head around your sloppy hole. Slow, lazy patterns to tease your cunt. “Can only pray m’not dead before I see ngh- fuck- my heir.”

It’s like something breaks. And Satoru’s remembering that no, this isn’t just any child - it’s the next Gojo. That grip on the base of his swollen cock tightening when he slips past your pussy lips.

“Oh! Toru- f-fuck wait s’too big-” you keen, nails digging into where his yukata was sliding off his milky, sculpted shoulders. Hard enough to break skin. “It’s ah-”

“No.” he spits into your sagging mouth. “No no no no- wait fuck- ngh squeezing so fucking- tight.” Hips pushing in quick, shallow little thrusts to squeeze more of his achy head inside. “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck hold on. Need this. Need this so bad- please!”

And you can’t do anything but arch into his touch, scrambling up onto your elbows to- shit, that was a bad idea.

Because one look at the sight of your poor cunt, all bulging and stretched out on Satoru’s massive cock was enough to have you running away.

You’d barely made a movement to escape, feet flattening on the floor to buck your hips because shit it was too much. And it was a useless effort, anyway, because Satoru’s dragging you back so easily, pulling your limp body deeper down his swollen cock.

“Need this. Need this need this so bad, pretty.” he groans, barely even halfway in yet. Still pushing, still relentless. “Need to breed this cunt so bad.”

Some tiny, useless part of Satoru’s rationality knows that he should slow down - maybe give you a second to relax. To maybe even breathe. But he was out of control now, hips stuttering and wrenching forwards like he couldn’t stop.

So he’s simply gripping onto your shaky thighs harder, sure to leave neat little indents of his nails to admire tomorrow - or, whenever he gets back his sanity, that is.

Satoru hisses at the way you’re so pliant below him. Limp, letting him rest your legs on his muscled shoulders. “Think I needa manhandle ya more often, pretty.” Pressing down, down - all the way until you were folded in half beneath him in such a mean mating press. “Can’t- can’t stop-”

The change in angle makes you scream out Satoru’s name - and it makes him bottom out. Finally.

Fuck, you weren’t making it out alive.

“Oh.” he grunts at the feeling of his heavy balls smacking against your ass, his fat, leaky tip kissing against your cervix. God, if Satoru was any less of a man he thinks he could’ve cum just from the feeling of you trying to suck him up already.

“Oh- oh my god-” you gasp when he presses down about halfway down your stomach, Pressing down for that bulge, hard. “You’re in s-so deep ngh- S’like you’re pushing into my ngh- lungs.”

Fuck, if you talked any more with that pretty mouth then Satoru was bound to pass out. Blindly, he’s feeling for your pouty mouth, kissing and nibbling at your wobbling lips like a subconscious apology. For what was to come, that is.

Because Satoru Gojo spares no apologies when he starts moving - finally. Finally fucking you the way he’s been dreaming of all throughout that droning meeting.

And he says so - a little over fifteen times, in fact, while he splits you apart on his cock.

“-n’ when I was negotiating those ngh- c-clan deals. N’ when I was at that meeting-” he gasps, shoving your legs so far apart it burned. “S’all I could hah- think of. Everything - don’t give a fuck if I got a contract wrong.”

Each word was punctuated by a rough, harsh ram of his cock, stretching out your gummy walls so far apart like he wanted to make his mark there. Pushing - even when he could feel his aching tip nudging at your cervix.

So merciless - violent even - with the way he’s slamming back into you. Molding your plushy walls to every ridge and curve of his massive cock. It was impossible to even form coherent sentences with his harsh pace.

A large hand flattens beside your head as Satoru’s thrusts get deeper. More purposeful. You almost sob at the sheer pressure when he dances his fingers down to rub quick, methodical little circles on your clit. “Toru-” you moan, like a prayer. “M-more.”

But it wasn’t enough.

“More.” Satoru breathes, more to himself than anything. And shit at that very moment you almost understood why even the most hardened of clan leaders feared to even look at Gojo Satoru wrong. Because he was giving you a sopping, fucked-out smile, eyes widened, voice trembling, “You want more?”

And of course this was the strongest. Of course, he was ruthless.

Of course, it takes him exactly two seconds to pull out of your heavenly cunt and flip you onto your stomach. One hand coming under you to angle your hips up until you were on all fours - like some ragdoll. The other feverish, distracting on your clit while he bullies his achingly hard cock past your sopping entrance once more.

“Fuck!” your voice is hoarse when you scream. Teeth gritting because fuck the stretch was too sinful and Satoru’s hips were too harsh. Too hellbent on fucking into you like he’d lost control. “O-oh please, Toru-”

He doesn’t waste time easing you into it this time, picking up where he left off with that maddening cadence. And you were glad he had an arm on your hips because your knees were weakening with each thrust, slowly sliding down the floor before-

“Aw, my poor girl.” you hear Satoru coo from above you. Muscled chest rubbing up against your back, “S’alright. M’gonna take care of it. You jus’ hafta take it- jus’ take it like the good lil’ wife you are.” his body bows into yours, strands of white sticking to his forehead. “N’ I’ll take fuck fuck fuck- care of everything.” So sloppy with his rhythm, pushing you further and further up the floor with each movement - only to reel you right back so easily. “I’ll wash ‘em and hah- clothe ‘em n’ t-teach ‘em to take over this godforsaken society. To protect their momma.”

“T-Toru-” you squeal as he only gets more erratic. “I’m…”

“Hm?”

He didn’t even have to ask - he could feel the way you were squeezing so hard around him, like you were trying to suck the fucking soul out of him. The way the only thing you could get out was his name.

His perfect wife.

Sobbing out, “Close! So close. Wan’ cum- Ah! Please-”

He was losing his fucking mind.

Biting down so hard at the crook of your neck to keep himself from cumming before you, he moans deliciously, “Then cum. Fucking cum. Please- wan’ you to cum on my cock.” Wrists aching with how desperate he was moving, “Cum- yeah yeah yeah fucking- cum- Cum for your husband.”

Oh, if heaven was real then whatever was left of that part of Satoru that could still form coherent thoughts knew that this was it.

Watching you fall apart like such a slut all over his cock. Not even realizing it at first - just that your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, swollen lips falling slack, letting out such a pretty cry of his name that he can’t help but cum, too.

You don’t know who’s more far gone - you, with your head spinning, a lewd little ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time Satoru fucks you through your high.

Or him, gushing out in thick, hot ropes of cum that overspill from your snug cunt.

“So muchhh.” you whine, heavy head being held up by your husband. “S’too much.”

And he knew what you were talking about - because Satoru was cumming and cumming and cumming so hard it was like he couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. Because he was mesmerized by that creamy trail of white drooling down your folds, forming an obscene ring at those tufts of white at his base.

“Too much?” Satoru hisses. “Too much?”

You can only give a barely-lucid nod, whimpering when he doesn’t ease up. Not one bit, in fact, Satoru was only abandoning the hand playing with your ravaged clit to press down on your abdomen. Hard.

“There we hah- go. Better now?” The hand supporting your head forced you to look down below, at the sticky mess of white covering your cunt. Slobbering all over Satoru’s cock - even down to his thighs. “Now we got fuck- more space.”

You don’t even realize you’re scrambling away until Satoru gasps, panicked, “No no no- we’re not done, pretty. Fuckkk we’re far from done.” Fingers tightening around your neck to pull you deeper down his cock, holding you in place. Just dragging you along his length. “Gotta make sure it takes. Why else d’you think no one in the Estate will be back until tomorrow?”

He doesn’t wait for a response - not that you could give one, anyway, with how you were being fucked dumb on his cock again.

A strong, powerful leg hooks around yours, pushing you down with his body weight. “So that we ngh- h-have enough time to prepare for my heir.” Weeping head grazing all those sensitive spots so expertly. “T-to plan and and- ruin you and- fuck you feel so good. They’ll be the most powerful- hah- jus’ watch. Those fuckers better w-wait and see.”

So debauched and fucked-out that you don’t even know what he’s running his mouth about now, just heavy, urgent words slurred into your neck while he fucks you just as sloppily.

“Don’t know?”

Fuck. You said it out loud again.

And the embarrassing realization has your eyes screwing open, gazing tearily back at an amused Satoru. Well, as amused as he could be when he was just as wrecked as you.

Kissing your sweaty forehead, hips reeling back all the way until your cunt was missing the stretch - bucking traitorously against the fat mushroom tip grazing your entrance. Making a mess of precum down below.

“S’alright, pretty.” he groans, sandwiching his cock between your puffy folds. “Because you just have to sit there n’ ngh- take- it.”

If you thought that Satoru was broken before then he was absolutely ruined now.

Because there was no reason or rhythm to his actions now - just mindless, feral movements to milk his cock as much as he physically could on your pussy. Running only on pure need and the thought of you round and so full with his kid.

“Ah!” you’re startled out of your reverie by something wet. Whirling sluggishly to catch the tears of overstimulation brimming at Satoru’s heavy eyes - shit, you wondered if he even knew what he was doing at this point. “T-Toru…you- ngh- o-okay?”

The only response you get is an unsteady nod.

“-the best.” he whispers, twitching balls squeezing so painfully with each slap against your ass. Faster. Absolutely soaked with the sinful concoction of your juices and his cum. “We’ll be the best parents- ngh-” And fuck it was so much - too much. Too good. Painful pleasure.

Enough that all it takes is another, sloppy thrust before he’s seeing stars behind his eyes again. Cock twitching wildly inside your cunt as Satoru shoots load after load of cum to paint your pussy white.

So warm with his cum - him - that Satoru’s body moves before his mind. Pooling the mess down below to nudge back into your cunt. “C’mon, pretty, c-can’t get ngh pregnant if ya don’t oh- cum.”

And it’s so embarrassing how that’’s all it takes for you to reach your high with a strained, barely audible moan. Voice shot, your own orgasm nothing but a few tingles that have your thighs fucking back into Satoru’s.

“Satoru- Satoru Satoru Satoru.” you mewl, big fat tears streaming down your cheeks. Birds of a feather, they say.

Hypnotized. Drunk off the feeling.

And, evidently, Satoru was, too.

“Pretty…” his voice rings in your ear. Tinged with a tone you know didn’t bode well for you - or your poor, overfilled cunt. Bloated and dribbling already. “Are- sure- ngh-”

And with a jolt, you realize he’s still moving. Still pushing and pulling in languid, slow strokes. Thighs shaking as the fatigue wears on him.

If anyone saw Satoru like this, they’d have a heart attack. Flushed your favorite shade of pink, the lower half of his body well covered with a sheen of your obscenities. Eyes teary with sensitivity, cock still twitching and so angry as he clears his throat and tries again, “Are we- hah- sure it took?”

“Wh-what-” you gasp, breathing in big, deep inhales. “Yes- yes yes- oh my god it’won’t-”

“It will.” Satoru’s interruption almost comes out as a whine. And he’s more sluggish, dazed when he flips you over onto your back again - not too difficult, with the way you were practically splayed out already. “Th-this pussy is made to take it, right? T-to be bred by me?”

It’s almost like Satoru was begging for confirmation, plugging back in the excess of what was leaking out of your abused pussy. It was spreading in a lewd little pool now, seeping into the non-existent space between you two.

But oh how Satoru loved it. Couldn’t tear his eyes off of it, in fact as he noses at your neck. Barely even thrusting anymore, just raw grinds, “Right? Gotta make sure- ngh- heir. Oh-”

He’s darting his tongue out to lick at the beads of tears streaming down your cheek. The salty taste on his tongue having Satoru’s hips stuttering forwards. Again. And again - alternating, not on purpose - between hitting your cervix and that bruised g-spot. “Gonna give me an heir? Ohhh fuck fuck fuck- lemme breed this cunt?”

You’re using up every bit of energy left in your body to give that slow, shallow nod. Which is all the time it takes for the pool to spread even wider. For Satoru’s fingers to stumble their way back to play with your clit.

Rolling his thumb over in a harsh, uncalculated pattern - if you could even call it that, just jerky, obscene movements to get you off.

And it works. Hell, the two of you are barely in the state of mind to even feel it. But he’s finally cumming again, and so are you.

“Ngh- Fuck-”

With a loud, pained cry Satoru tightens his grip on your body like a vice. Raw, sensitive, overusing his cock until it felt so empty. Until you felt so bloated it was like you could explode - or maybe that was your own orgasm. “Toru- c-cumming.”

You’re not sure, anymore. And you don’t know if either of you could bring yourselves to care at this moment, not when your eyelids grow heavy. Vision tinging with black in the corners, and the only thing you could see was your husbands face - sweaty, eyes almost closed, kiss-bitten lips moving in a soundless whisper. “-the best- momma.”

A/N. CLAN LEADER GOJO SAVE MEE. Oh yeah the “can’t get pregnant without the momma cumming” bit was based on this old tale I’d heard where people used to gen believe that.

Plagiarism not authorized.

#gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #tonywrites

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girlivealwaysbean · 6 months ago

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sometimes i miss talking to that one person who didn't NEVER turned it into a competition about who has it worse and never told me well atleast you have [x]

#weirdly i think she was the only one #my irl bestie called and was ranting about her miserable life and #it's the exact same thing ive been going through for years her parents won't let her move to another city #she can't make friends here she hates it here her parents are being overbearing and don't understand the importance of socialising #with people her age and they tell her to just hang out with her family all day and don't give her privact #like. okay. i love her ive been listening to her complain about how her mom comes into her room sometimes. and just #i was okay listening to it okay im no judge for how someone's feeling and my bad might be their worst #but then she goes like well atleast you'll know you'll get to move out after you finish your degree for a job #like. wow okay. atleast you got to enjoy 3 years of college at the coolest city in india atleast you got to have vibrant life experiences #and learned so much about the world made tons of friends visited a hundred places had a boyfriend #went to clubs increased your netword learned how to be street smart and talk well #i hate to be resentful ofcoursr im happy for her and ofc i understand this is a hard time #but like god seriously. she'll never know what it feels like think you'll live your life as you pass 12th because they let your elder siste #go to college and she had the best times and then suddenly you're 17 and they twll you well actually we made a mistake and we won't repeat #it ever so you're just gonna stay home where we watch you 24/7 and ww won't even let you go to classes that have somewhat okayish people #because you can't have friends because they'll distract you from your studies #and she'll never know what it's like working towards a dream everyday that seems so fucking faw away and unreachable #when you're not even good at studying and especially focusing because yeah parents fucked you up majorly!!#like im sorry but try being completely hopeless and alone and isolated losing your friends one by one watching everyone #grow and find themselves as you rot in your room try to do better try to find happiness but it's impossible it's never enough #and try to study for a really fucking hard course in the middle of all that #and then tell me that atleast ill get to go out after i finish #like seriously try fucking living my life for one day and then talk #god i know ive become resentful and bitter because of a thing in my childhood but i don't know how to stop #ugh i never should've picked up the phone i was studying so well before that #anyway. i miss talking to that one person who was sensitive and sweet and encouraging always yk #i miss hearing i completely understand you because im going through the same things (def worse imo) and we'll get through this together #man.#chappell roan was so right actually i hate that i let this go on for so long now i hate myself

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gio-cosmo · 10 months ago

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Ik I never talk abt Pokémon on here but this is literally my fav battle theme of all time and yet I rarely see ppl talk abt it!!

#now what if said Bede is the best rival ever—#*is dragged away and thrown in a cellar indefinitely*#LMAOOAOOO #seriously though he really is my fav rival he’s so fun #I LOVEEE pkmn swsh idk why it gets so much hate :(#the only Pokémon hate I stand for is when it’s directed towards scarlet and violet #IM KIDDINGGGG #JOKING #ALL JOKES #a #anyways !#this is SUCHHHH a jam #swsh defender for ever and ever over here #Pokémon #I’m not really all that into pkmn anymore but moon/sun and sw/sh will always mean sm to me <3 #I tried to play scarlet/violet I really did #it just wasn’t my cup of tea #but I hope everyone who likes it has fun playing it!! it’s really all up to personal preference

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ikeuverse · 5 months ago

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i hate you | lhs

pairing: best friend's brother!heeseung x fem!reader genres: fluff, humor, smut wc: 10.7k+

꒰ 𝅄 warnings ꒱ : lots of swearing, arguments, mention of drinking, parties. reports of sex scenes, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (use caution and protection).

꒰ 𝅄 synopsis ꒱ : you and your best friend's brother hated each other, almost as a matter of course between the two of you. but something changes when you wake up in his bed at the weekend.

꒰ 𝅄 notes ꒱ : i think this story has been in my subconscious for so long, idk why it took me so long to write it. it smells a lot like heeseung to me, so nothing was more fitting than doing it for him. i hope you like it!

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The rule of life is clear when you have a best friend and she has an older brother. Either you fall in love with him, or you don't get along with him and you both hate each other. In your case, more specifically, the second option would fit like a perfect glove. It was like a combo in your background to be best friends with Dahyun, and hate Heeseung, her brother. Not that you'd do it alone, he contributed to every ounce of your body boiling with rage for him.

As if he had been born to unleash the purest feeling of rage in your heart just by entering the room and breathing. But it wasn't as if you nurtured that alone either. Heeseung had the same great anger towards you because, according to him, it was because of you that Dahyun stopped being the innocent little girl she was.

It wasn't a good excuse compared to the times he'd taken you seriously. Still, even so, Heeseung felt angry just being in your presence and knowing that you went to his house and he couldn't do anything but make you angry until he heard you swear at him or try to throw something in his direction. Dahyun was the balance bridge to try to maintain an ounce of harmony between the two of you while you were all together, although it was almost impossible to maintain a pleasant atmosphere whenever you and Heeseung were in the same environment. Which was practically all day long.

There wasn't a single moment when you could get rid of him or he of you, because unfortunately – or fortunately – you were Dahyun's best friend. You met her before you even knew that your best friend had a completely asshole brother. He swore that Dahyun having a friendship would be a quiet thing because she was never one to have many friends. Heeseung would be lying to say that he wasn't looking forward to meeting the first person his younger sister had befriended after entering university.

He just didn't expect you to be introduced to him when Dahyun had her first binge at the frat party, with you holding her hair and introducing yourself as her best friend.

So it's this crazy girl who's my sister's friend? Heeseung's anger may have started first, but you certainly felt it more intensely as the months went by.

Heeseung always found you with Dahyun at insane moments, like the pool party where you lent your best friend your most revealing bikini. That night you threw him into the pool because you two argued, but before you could regret it, he pulled you in with him, getting you wet before you could show off your hours of hard work to maintain the beautiful, wavy hair that took so long to make.

War had been declared, and at every party you and Heeseung attended, something always happened to emphasize how the two of you couldn't stay on the same radar and in the same environment for so long.

Not this last time.

The remnants of last night invaded your mind like a little dream, where you knew it was far from a fantasyland. Friday night was party day at some frat house or at some rich person's house who could afford to buy drinks for a bunch of horny, partying college kids. You and Dahyun always went together, because at the end of the night, you would sleep at her house. And of course that happened. You just didn't expect to be in another Lee's bed.

You took a deep breath after you realized what had happened, remembering the exact moment when you argued with Heeseung. Nothing new for the two of you. But that night something seemed different about the way you and he argued about absolutely everything, like the amount of drink he poured himself. Or how you had accepted a drink from a guy who had handed you a glass because he was going to play and didn't want to drink anymore, Heeseung had scolded you for being reckless and, even if you were, if that had made him angry, then you had done the right thing.

But why were his eyes dark and shiny when he cornered you in the kitchen to swear at you? And why did you lean too far towards him when he tried to take the glass from your hand? The reason was canonized at that moment, with you wrapped in Heeseung's sheets.

The memory of his lips pressing down hard on yours to shut you up, your body almost turning to porridge when he softened to kiss you properly. And why on earth did you give in? Why did you kiss him back looking like you needed it? Your mind knew you did, but never, under any circumstances, would the two of you say that that need was blatant and that you were both waiting for what had happened.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted when a weight slid around your waist. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you close. You effortlessly felt Heeseung's chest pressing against your back. Your whole body stiffened for a few seconds but relaxed – without any explanation – when his hand rested on your stomach and his breath hit the back of your neck.

That breath you felt against your lips after he kissed you, as he whispered one last curse when he took you to his car and then brought you to his house. Heeseung's breath against your skin with every touch he made, with every kiss, sent shivers down your spine. You didn't want to think about the effects he had caused in just one night, while all those months later the only thing you felt for him was anger and disgust. But no, last night it was anything but that that you felt for each other.

You began to wonder how you were going to get out of there. Or worse, how you were going to bump into Dahyun and explain to her that, strangely enough, you had ended up in her brother's bed. It couldn't have been an accident because neither of you got drunk enough to blame it on alcohol, so what? What would you say when asked why you slept with Heeseung?

An involuntary sigh left your lips when he moved again, pressing you a little closer and nestling his face in the crook of your neck. Inhaling all your scent as if it were normal and he'd done it a million times before.

“It's not possible that you're actually doing this” your voice came out without thinking, not at all cordial or subtle as he continued to inhale your scent. You wanted to curse yourself even more as soon as you heard Heeseung's morning laugh. Rude, low, a real sin for your poor body that was processing everything that was still going on.

“What? I don't even get a good morning?” he asked in the same tone as the laugh and every word coming out of his mouth was truly a sin. You'd seen Heeseung after waking up countless times, but it wasn't as if you saw him seconds later as was happening now. Usually, it was a while later, his voice was normal at least, although his face was puffy from sleep and his hair slightly mussed. But it was nothing compared to what you were hearing at that moment.

“You're an idiot, you little shit” your hand went over his hand that was still on your stomach, trying to pull it away “I hate you, now let me go.”

As expected, Heeseung did the opposite of what you asked. Pulling you closer to him and, with the strength he was holding you with, he managed to turn you around and make your body face him.

“You hated moaning my name last night” he smiled with half-lidded eyes “Now why are you playing hard to get?” there was the Heeseung you remembered hating, even though he was so hot in a sleepy, lazy way. You held back with your hands to pull his face in and kiss him, messing up his hair even more and getting lost in those lips that were claimed as yours last night.

“Because—” your voice died right there, you had no answer to that. You didn't know why you were playing hard to get after having slept with him of your own free will.

The victorious smile on Heeseung's lips made you slap his chest, feeling the skin beneath your fingers. Remembering how you touched him and how he felt every shiver go through him every time your fingers slid across him and interspersed with your nails. Heeseung knew that some part of his body was marked by you, but he honestly didn't care.

Your eyes rolled down as soon as you noticed that he was shirtless, looking under the covers as much as you could. He wasn't wearing anything over it and didn't even seem to care about covering his chest when your eyes locked on the spot, your hands still gripping his chest ready to slap it again in case any silly jokes were made. But your face heated up when you noticed that, if he wasn't wearing a T-shirt, you were wearing his.

Heeseung noticed the way you recorded it all, and although it was amusing, he remembered how hot you had looked after putting on his T-shirt to sleep. With nothing underneath, just his clothes covering the curves of your body that he touched, kissed, and marked. And he'd be a dead man if he confessed that he wanted to do it all over again.

“You didn't like wearing my shirt?” he asked, breaking the silence that had settled between the two of you “Just take it off, I remember you're not wearing anything underneath anyway.”

“I hate you!” you let out a shriek, hitting him in the chest again before pulling the covers off your body so you could get out of bed in search of your clothes.

“Right, if it makes you sleep better at night, then I hate you too” he muttered, rolling his body across the bed to lie where you had been seconds before. Secretly smelling your scent on his pillow, as you searched for your clothes on his bedroom floor at that moment.

Hearing about the fine line between modern and contemporary art history was wonderful for you, one of your favorite classes. The grace with which the professor explained it so passionately, highlighting important points that you made a point of writing down in your notebook with a lilac-colored pen that Dahyun had lent you at the beginning of the class. It took up most of your thoughts from the moment you arrived on campus, taking your focus away from the fact that a few days ago you were lying on Heeseung's bed. And now you were sitting next to his sister sharing one of your classes.

Your thoughts traveled to another subject now… Did Dahyun know that you and Heeseung had had sex? It wouldn't be something to hide from your best friend, having heard from her a few times that the two of you had some kind of repressed hard-on. Of course, that made you and Heeseung even angrier, but it turned out to be true last weekend.

Dahyun was right, after all, and you didn't want her to be. Or did you?

“Y/n” she called your name in a whisper, making you turn your head to face her “The boys are waiting for us in the study room, do you want to go now or do you want to stop by for coffee?”

Back to the normal schedule where you would have to live with Heeseung and try to put aside what had happened between the two of you. Or at least try to. Carry on with your routine and chores and not pay attention to him like you always did.

Class ended and you felt your body dragging alongside Dahyun through the corridors to the campus cafeteria. It wasn't a long way, but dividing your energy between the class and the thoughts that flooded your mind had left you tired. The salted caramel coffee you always ordered might have some effect on your body right now.

And you were more than right.

After paying for the drink and some treats, the straw rolled around your lips as you sipped the drink that was your comfort. You could hear Dahyun's laughter every time the taste of coffee impregnated your tongue and you moaned with satisfaction. The whole way to the study room was filled with these moments that the two of you shared as you sipped your drinks and tried to balance the takeaway bags.

“Am I seeing a mirage or did you bring food?” Jay almost knelt to thank you and Dahyun when you entered the study room.

“Are you guys hungry or something?” she asked, stepping in front and placing the bag of food on the small table around some cushioned armchairs.

“Our class finished early and someone forgot to stop by the convenience store” Sunghoon sat down on the floor, legs crossed and his face almost shoved into one of the bags to look for something that interested him. Finding a filled brownie, he took it without asking permission, even though he didn't need to.

“He's in over his head, isn't he?” Jake nudged Heeseung, who had been quiet the whole time since you and Dahyun arrived.

Looking at your best friend, you saw her sit down next to Jake as if it were something mechanized as if she had to be there without any kind of effort. It was cute how close the two of them always were. But your mind went into overdrive because as she sat next to him, the only seat left was next to Heeseung.

“What?” he asked, shaking his body at the slight shock Jake had caused him. Adjusting his posture in the armchair, Heeseung swallowed as soon as he felt a weight next to him, indicating that you had sat there.

“You forgot to stop by the convenience store to pick up some food” Jay grumbled “What are you thinking, man? You haven't answered us since you came to class today.”

Playing the misunderstood had been a mutual agreement with everyone in the room. They had seen you and Heeseung leave together, but if neither of you had mentioned anything, none of them would do it. Playing the game of not knowing anything about you and him was the best thing. At least until that moment.

“I'm just sleepy, don't fight me” Heeseung grumbled, stretching more than usual so that he could annoy you, as he had done ever since the two of you met. He could hear you taking a deep breath next to him, holding back a little so as not to swear at him before the study session even started.

Heeseung mentally thanked his friends for the lame excuse he'd given, because they all started to engage in side conversations as he slipped a glance in your direction. Your fingers held the coffee cup with a certain lightness, your thumb circling the cardboard that was possibly warm against his skin. Heeseung suppressed a smile, thinking about how your fingers had touched his body a few days ago.

He didn't want to think about anything involving the night you two had spent together, but even though it was recent, seeing you so close hit him hard. It was as if his mind betrayed him the very moment you sat down next to him and did the bare minimum to be noticed. There was no way Heeseung could think of anything other than you. The way you brought the cup to your lips and drank the coffee, for example. It made him think of your mouth kissing him, how easily your lips turned red as the kiss got more and more intense. How your mouth looked like the perfect shape of his cock when you wrapped it around you and sucked it, giving him the best blowjob of his life.

Fuck Heeseung, stop thinking about it. He told himself, or he'd get turned on just associating every single thing you did with the way he had you in his room, under his body, and in his bed.

The only way to make his thoughts go away and him not think like that was to irritate you, bring up the atmosphere of the argument you had with him, and thus get his friends to intervene and completely change the course of Heeseung's thoughts. And the way he thought was by taking the coffee cup from your hand, bringing it to his lips, and taking the last sip.

“Hey” you said loudly enough, trying not to shout because the study room was next to the university library “You ruined my coffee, you idiot.”

“I was thirsty, sorry” Heeseung pouted his lips, feeling the taste of salted caramel all over his tongue. He ran the tip of his tongue between his lips to wipe away any coffee residue. He just didn't expect your attention to be on his mouth. Without hesitation, your eyes traced the path of his mouth and the way his tongue traced his lower lip. That sparked something inside Heeseung because it showed that you were thinking along the same lines as he was.

“You're a real idiot” you said quietly this time, trying to look away as Heeseung bit his lower lip.

He leaned in a little but didn't manage to get close enough to tease you because he felt the famous slap on the chest that you gave him when he said something stupid. Ever since that morning in his bed.

“Ouch, that hurt” he cringed, dodging the next slap you'd give him. For the first time, the dynamic between you and Heeseung was a little closer and more physical. Usually, the two of you didn't sit near each other or you couldn't get there in time to hit him, Jay or Sunghoon always managed to hold you back first.

“Hey, stop it, you two” Jake broke off from an interesting conversation he was having with Jay, sharing a packet of sweets with Sunghoon in the process.

“It's not like you guys had sex at the weekend” Dahyun yawned, throwing the full weight of her head on Jake's shoulder.

“What?” you and Heeseung shouted at the same time.

Their eyes widened, their breathing quickened and their faces heated up as they looked at the four of them sitting in front of them. So they knew, but how? You and he had tried to be discreet the whole time, and you hadn't said anything to Dahyun, considering Heeseung's astonishment, showing that he hadn't said anything to his friends either.

“Come on, we saw you two leaving the party together” Jay sighed “We agreed not to say anything until one of you spoke.”

“But you're still fighting” Jake pouted.

“By the way” Dahyun squeezed the cup between her fingers, the coffee long since finished and she just needed something to munch on while she talked to Jake “I could hear you two when we got home” she looked at Jake for a few seconds, then at you and Heeseung. They exchanged frightened, embarrassed glances.

A hole could be dug right there that you wanted to bury yourself in and never get out of. There was no escaping it and no escape from your friends' looks and playful smiles. There was also no way you could face Heeseung after everything you'd heard, so your only way out was to make an excuse that you needed to go to the library to get a book to start studying. You left the room as quickly as you could and entered the door at the end of the corridor.

At least it was quiet there and you wouldn't hear any of your friends talking about you and Heeseung having sex, or about how they knew all along and didn't tell either of you. It hadn't been long since it happened, but you'd been with Dahyun all morning and Heeseung had probably spent a lot of it with some of the boys he shared a class with. So they waited for you to give them a break to say it out loud?

“Holy shit” you whispered to yourself, leaning on one of the shelves in a vast aisle of encyclopedias. Nothing there was of interest to you and you didn't necessarily need any of those books, but it had been the first aisle you'd found to enter and browse the various shelves in search of clearing your mind.

“It really is shit” the voice settled in your ears and went straight to your skin, sending shivers down your spine and making your heart race. Your heartbeat accelerated more than usual when you turned around and noticed Heeseung just a few steps away.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Go away!” you whispered at him, turning to one of the shelves to pick up any stupid books. If you'd never read encyclopedias before, that day could be your first. Then you'd be too busy reading and not paying attention to the boy who was slowly approaching you.

“I had to leave too, I couldn't stand that embarrassment alone” he said in the same tone as yours, stopping right behind you as he noticed your feat in trying to open a heavy book that had nothing to do with the classes you were attending “Besides, I came to tease you for being too scandalous” Heeseung's breath hitched against your ear, his lips almost kissing your skin.

You turned sharply, the book wobbling in your hands from the weight of it and the force with which you turned. But your reflexes were good enough to hold it steady while you stared at it.

“Me? Scandalous?” your indignation was palpable, along with your anger that was beginning to grow inside your chest at him and the arrogant smile he had “What do you mean?”

“That you moaned so loudly that my sister heard!”

“Motherfucker” you almost forgot you were in the library, wanting to scream in his face and curse him with every swear word you could think of “I didn't moan that loud.”

“Yes, you did” he said.

“No, I didn't” you answered back, not realizing that you had taken a step forward and leaned your body against his. Heeseung took the opportunity to take the book from your hands, the weight shifting to his arms as he put it back on the shelf. Now having full access to you and your body in front of him.

He knew you hadn't moaned out loud, not least because he managed to shut you up every time. Making you moan against his mouth or listening closely when your mouth was close to his ear, having the most beautiful moan Heeseung had ever heard in his entire life.

“On a scale of zero to ten, if I say you moan scandalously…” Heeseung began, his speech somewhat meek “How angry will you be?”

“Ten, obviously” you hadn't even hesitated to answer, regretting it the second he smiled.

“So you moan too scandalously” such a simple sentence, but one that practically tore away the last bit of calm you had with Heeseung. Not that it ever really existed, but at least you tried inside the library.

As if it was the right thing to do, you raised your hand to hit him as you had been doing so often in the last few moments, but he acted quickly. So fast that neither of you could process it. Heeseung's long fingers wrapped around your wrist and he pulled you against his chest, wrapping his free arm around your waist to press you down and give you no chance to escape. The warmth of his fingers against your skin made you hold your breath and close your eyes, almost like a memory of what was about to happen.

It was the perfect cue for Heeseung to lean towards you and touch the tip of his nose to yours. His breaths mingled and his eyes closed to revel in the sensation of being so close to you again.

He wanted to touch your mouth, kiss you, and be able to leave with you. To remember the softness of your lips and how perfectly your mouths fit together as if the two of you had learned everything from each other. Even though the two of you shared hurried, slow kisses, none of them were disproportionate or out of rhythm. You and Heeseung managed to find harmony and synchronicity in every movement.

“Oh, shit” Jay's voice made you and Heeseung break apart quickly, startled by the closeness and realizing that if the brunette hadn't arrived, you and he would have kissed right then “Sorry, I—”

“You owe me lunch for a week” Dahyun appeared beside him, smiling openly as her eyes landed on you and Heeseung. He didn't need to look at you to know that you also shared a confused, albeit frightened, expression as to why Jay and his sister were there in the library.

“What did you two bet?” Heeseung asked the dreaded question, opening and closing his fists and holding back the urge to touch you again, even if it was in front of the two who were still there.

“That you and Y/n would be kissing” Jay said “But the two of them never actually kissed, so I don't owe you anything.”

“Yes, you do!” Dahyun protested, pushing Jay out of the hallway and leaving you and Heeseung completely unresponsive.

It would have been a smart idea to avoid going to any parties after what happened, in case you both regretted it. But that wasn't exactly it.

As the week went by, the teasing between Heeseung and you continued with a little more intensity, adding to the spice of what had happened between you, and now things had become a little more physical. Like him having to get too close to you and touch your hair after getting on your nerves, or how your hand wrapped around his arm – unnecessarily – so you could avoid Heeseung when he was near the kitchen counter teasing you before you left and went to his sister's room.

Things were getting heated and neither of you made any move to actually stop or that it wasn't affecting you anymore, quite the opposite. As the touching persisted or you paid too much attention to each other's actions, things got more and more complicated.

That was why Heeseung now found himself with a red glass in his hand, bringing it to his lips and feeling the bitter taste of alcohol go down his throat. He could have refused to go to that party after Sunghoon insisted, with the excuse that the class had been terrible. Even though he had slept through most of it. At least they were at Yeonjun's parent's house, the rich boy and Jake's friend who always gave up his house when the fraternities hadn't recovered after a few parties over a short period.

At least there was somewhere to sit, a room without too many people and the music wasn't too loud. The pool room that the boys usually went to when they wanted to escape the crowds, but didn't want to leave the party completely.

“Man, I love it when we’re here” Yeonjun sighed, sitting across from Heeseung and next to Jay “I wanted to run away from Stacy all night.”

“Is she annoying you?” Jay held back a laugh.

Talking about girls was the main topic when Yeonjun was around, and it wasn’t such a bad thing. Sharing experiences and even talking about how their current relationships were going, just as Jake made a point of praising Dahyun and how the two of them were getting along better and better. At some point in the conversation, Heeseung didn’t even bother to share anything, feeling shy for the first time. You had been the last girl he slept with, and talking about it, about the intimacy you two shared made him embarrassed. It wasn’t that he would brag every time he got with someone, on the contrary, the poor boy was the most teased because he rarely kissed a unit on the mouth at a party.

Maybe it was his chance to say that he had finally kissed someone after so long. But he wanted to keep it all to himself as if he felt jealous of sharing every detail about you.

“And you, Heeseung” Yeonjun called him as if he could read his thoughts. “Did you finally have sex?”

Sunghoon choked on his half-drunk drink, biting the plastic cup as he looked at his friend and noticed the shocked expression on his face. Yeonjun didn’t know anything about what had happened, especially since he wasn’t that close to you and Dahyun. He knew you two by sight and exchanged a few words because you were always around, but it’s not like he knew everything about you.

“He definitely had sex” Jake bit his lips to keep from smiling “Guess who?”

There wasn’t a single name that crossed Yeonjun’s mind, it was so difficult to associate Heeseung with anyone. Just like they associated Jake with Dahyun or Yeonjun with Stacy. Heeseung didn't have anyone on his radar, and the boys didn't know which girl had ever mentioned his name as a possible sexual companion.

A short period of silence fell over the room, and Jay's impatience quickly cut through.

"Y/n" he said.

“What?” it was Yeonjun’s turn to almost choke on his drink when he decided to take a sip of his beer. “Don’t you two, like, hate each other more than anything in the universe?”

I thought so, Heeseung had that answer on the tip of his tongue, almost wanting to say it out loud.

“So our dear Lee has a powerful dick” Yeonjun joked.

“Dude, we can ask Y/n if he has a small dick or not” Jay suggested.

“That’s cute, we’re finally going to know about his dick” Jake faked a cute voice, pouting and everything to get in on the joke.

“I don’t have a small dick, you idiots” Heeseung wanted to sound angry, although that joke was always there. Talking like that or about sexual performance with some girl… It would be disgusting if it was a conversation that happened often, but it wasn’t. It was just at times when they all wanted to escape from everything, to be in a universe where only boys existed and they could talk about anything.

A laugh filled the room before Heeseung or any of the boys could respond. Turning to the door, there you were. Standing with your hand on the doorknob and the other holding the plastic cup.

“Y/n!” Jay called out to you excitedly.

“Hey Y/n, is it true that Heeseung—” Yeonjun was interrupted by a flying plastic cup, hitting him in the chest as Heeseung threw it.

You had heard the entire conversation before entering the wrong room, looking for a bathroom to pee in. Your eyes scanned the room, seeing how relaxed and happy the boys were, far from those people you were starting to get bored with.

“Wrong door, sorry, boys” you waved and smiled at all of them, stopping your eyes on Heeseung for a long moment. Analyzing every inch of his body. Every piece of clothing adorned that man’s curves very well. Wide pants, white tank top, and leather jacket. A cardinal sin was that his hair was slicked back and the silver chain showing well above the collar of the tank top he was wearing. Luckily for you, the music was loud enough that no one could hear the force with which you swallowed when you noticed Heeseung’s collarbone was more exposed than usual. Waving to all of them, you closed the door as quickly as you opened it.

He tried to process what had just happened. Did your laughter indicate that you had heard the conversation, giving the boys room to think that he had a small dick? It wasn't possible… Heeseung couldn't believe it, even though it was true as he started to hear his friends making fun of your reaction.

If she laughed, it was because she agreed.

Does he really have a small dick?

Shit, Heeseung, she's teasing you.

He didn't want to hear anything from his friends anymore, the small flame of anger consuming him for teasing him like that in front of his friends. It wouldn't stay like this. Heeseung wouldn't let you get away with it, just like you almost didn't let him get away with it on library day.

Without time for goodbyes or small talk, Heeseung left the room in a hurry, opening the door and closing it without giving time for protests or for any of the boys to follow him. Now, in the middle of the small crowd in the hallway, he dodged some dancing and sweaty bodies, looking everywhere in search of you or his sister who, perhaps, could know where you were. Heeseung had a small spark of hope that he could find you before you went somewhere he couldn't find anymore. Or worse, that you started to feel tired and drunk enough to want to leave.

Running down the stairs, he reached the ground floor in record time, even with some people getting in his way. Heeseung walked from one room to the other, his eyes increasingly attentive to the people, scanning the place until he finally found you. Standing at one end of the table with glasses piled up in front of you, while his sister was at the other end with a few more girls.

“My turn to play,” one of them said, excited enough to grab the ball and throw it before it fell into one of the cups. She and Dahyun celebrated that you would have to drink, and from the look on your face, it wasn’t that good.

Heeseung took hurried steps towards the table, watching you take the ball out of the cup and drink all the contents inside.

“How disgusting” you stuck your tongue out, making a fake vomit sound before discarding the empty cup right next to you. “Now it’s my turn” but your turn didn’t come. Before you could even throw the ball into one of the cups in front of Dahyun and the other girl, Heeseung grabbed your arm and slid his fingers through your hand until he took the ball out. “What the fuck—”

“I need to talk to you” he said.

“Oh, that’s our girl, finally Y/n!” you wanted to ignore those comments, especially because Heeseung’s eyes were so intense and focused only on you. He didn’t care that the girls were joking about that situation, or how Dahyun was saying some teasing things in a playful tone. As if his gaze was capable of erasing everything around him and leaving only the two of you in the center of everything.

“Heeseung.”

“I said I need to talk to you, let’s go” he threw the ball to Dahyun, grabbing your arm again to get you out of there as quickly as possible.

Strangely you didn’t protest, just accepting the boy in front of you leading the way out of the party and through the front door. The air that hit your skin almost made you shiver, but Heeseung’s touch was capable of warming everything in your body without giving you a chance to feel the cold outside environment.

He stopped walking as soon as the two of you passed through the entire front yard, the sidewalk almost devoid of anyone around. Everyone was lying on the lawn or the porch, except for the excessive amount that was already inside Yeonjun's parents' huge house.

“What do you need to talk to me about?” you finally asked, letting your voice be heard by Heeseung after a while of silence between the two of you. He then let go of your arm, turning towards you to face you. Looking around a little, he wanted to make sure that he wouldn't be interrupted or, worse still, that someone would hear your conversation. People had a slight impression that you and Heeseung always argued, but the only ones who listened attentively to this were your friends and his sister. Heeseung didn't want anyone else to know about these little details.

“You heard the boys’ conversation upstairs, didn’t you?” he asked you. His tone was usually serious, but with a hint of anger that was always directed at you.

“Wanting to know if you have a small dick? Yeah, I heard you” you laughed a little, regretting it the second Heeseung approached you. His eyes were glazed over anywhere on your face, at least you knew where he was looking. His chest rose and fell in a rapid breath as he leaned in enough to be able to look you in the eyes without losing your attention.

“Do you find this funny, Y/n?” his low tone of voice never had any effect on you, on the contrary, it always instigated you even more to tease him. Smiling now and then, pushing Heeseung’s buttons when he seemed mad at you. But this time it was different, his voice seemed to fade away as he said things to you that way. The look still in your eyes, now falling to your lips “So you think I have a small dick?”

“I didn’t say anything about that—” you were quickly interrupted.

“Answer my question” he said “Do you think I have a small dick?” Heeseung’s hand touched your waist, pressing his fingers tightly against the spot before pulling you against his body.

You swallowed any sound that could come out of your lips so as not to give him the satisfaction of seeing the effect he was having on you. Your pride spoke louder at least at that moment.

Thinking of all the possibilities that could answer his question, something popped into your mind. The instinct of rivalry and fight between the two of you couldn’t end so soon, and you knew that a remnant of the old Y/n that started all this with Heeseung still lived inside you. So you did the right thing by whispering those words.

“On a scale of zero to ten, how angry will you be if I say yes?”

Heeseung felt like an idiot for letting a smile appear on his lips so easily, especially because of you.

“We’re going home right now, tell my sister to go with Jake” he said, not taking his hands off your waist until he took you to the car and they left that party.

You were both experiencing a little deja vu from the first night you were together, but something at that moment seemed to be a little slower. You arrived at the apartment without much of a rush because Heeseung drove carefully; the city streets at that time were not a safe place to speed, even if he was in a hurry. The silence in the building's elevator was not uncomfortable, much less the rustling of the keys when he opened the apartment door.

The path to his room was led by him, with dragging and slightly nervous steps – which you didn't notice and he was grateful – because you were equally nervous. The last time you made this path, you were in Heeseung's arms and with your mouth glued to his. Shy giggles and messy words were said as the two of you tried to balance each other until you entered his room.

When you entered the room again, the smell of Heeseung's cologne was still in the air. The same smell he had all over his clothes and inside the car, showing that when he had put on perfume a few hours before going to the party, the smell still lingered in the air. Your eyes searched around in search of some recognition, mentally cursing yourself for remembering practically everything. The shelf with trophies he had won, video games stacked perfectly next to each other, some dolls and superheroes. Nerd stuff that you had played with him for so long outside of that environment, but being in Heeseung's personal space and taking a good look at it was something new for you.

At that moment your thoughts flew to the boy in front of you who, delicately, wrapped his hands around your waist this time. The tender touch was a total opposite of what the two of you had been having lately, about everything that involved you and him. Heeseung pulled you closer, his forehead slowly touching yours, while one of his hands left your waist to touch your face. The touch of his fingers against your skin immediately made you close your eyes.

“Do you miss being here?” he asked in a playful tone, but the softness of that question made you wonder if you really missed being there. Even though it was the second time you had stepped into Heeseung's room under those circumstances.

“You're the one who misses having me here” you teased.

“Maybe so” he shrugged, smiling when you seemed surprised by his sudden confession, but you didn’t dare open your eyes. Shy enough not to be able to look at Heeseung while he was still caressing your face.

You had both consumed a little more alcohol than the last time you did this, but still, neither of you managed to get to the point of getting drunk. There was no way you could tell him that you drank too much at the games with Dahyun and the girls, and much less could Heeseung use the excuse that he was drunk with the boys. Again, you were both in that situation because you wanted to be.

“Y/n” he whispered your name, taking you out of the little trance where you could only hear your calm breathing and your heartbeats against each other due to the proximity of your body to his.

“Yeah” you answered.

“Can I kiss you again?” the first time he didn’t ask for permission in that scenario, Heeseung’s lips were simply against yours. But now, there inside his room, everything seemed different. All the tenderness and calm that you were strangely enjoying, while he didn't know exactly why he was caressing you so lovingly and asking permission for something he had already done.

“Yes, please” your answer surprised him more than it surprised you. You even said please, something that had never happened to him. Usually the only thank you you gave Heeseung or the only word of cordiality you said to each other was the famous good morning, and when Dahyun still insisted on the two of you.

Finally, Heeseung's lips pressed against yours, the soft touch of his mouth sliding over yours before he opened his mouth and urged you to do the same. Heeseung's chin slowly pressed against yours to keep your mouth open and enter his tongue into your cave, searching for your tongue and intertwining the two gently.

Although there was urgency in each touch, in how he wanted to kiss you and how you wanted to be kissed by him, something unsaid – but understood – was that you both wanted to enjoy that strangely pleasurable moment for both of you. Your hands went up to make contact with the collar of the jacket he wore, running your thin fingers under the leather before grabbing Heeseung's shoulders. Your skin against his made him sigh during the kiss, bringing you closer and walking with you towards the bed. Stopping only when his calf touched the wood indicating that he had reached where he wanted.

He was the first to stop kissing you, placing small kisses on your chin until he reached your jaw, where he lightly scraped his teeth and smiled when he saw the skin on your neck start to get goosebumps. You didn't want to be left behind, so your hands forced themselves on his shoulders to loosen his jacket and make it fall halfway down his arms. Heeseung grew impatient with that piece of cloth and soon got rid of the jacket, not bothering to throw it on the bedroom floor, wrapping his arms around your body again.

Heeseung returned with his lips against your skin, brushing whenever he could on every little spot before alternating with the tip of his tongue a short path down to below your ear. His breath so close was enough to make you go a little crazy more.

“We can—”

“We can do whatever you want” he told you, kissing the spot below your ear and returning to position his face aligned with yours. Foreheads together and feeling her breath hit his lips “Tell me and I will do it.”

It was your turn to kiss Heeseung, your hands holding his face to keep him close while his tongue wrapped around yours again. The perfect fit of your mouths and how the two of you, despite your need, didn't let go and didn't make a mess of it. Yet.

Heeseung picked you up just to lay you down on his bed, snuggling his body between your legs without taking his mouth off yours. He pulled away momentarily to breathe before kissing you again with even more desire. At that point you felt like you needed him even more, your legs wrapping around Heeseung's hips who, you could tell, was holding back from making any risky moves. Even though you both wanted that. But it was impossible to hold back any longer because of the way the kiss started to get sloppy and lazy. You didn't know that you could get even more excited by the way Heeseung's tongue moved against yours or how the softness of his lips remained even after you abused them for so long.

Involuntarily your hips rocked, feeling Heeseung's erection rub against your clothed pussy, making you both moan in sync.

“Fuck” he moaned into your mouth, swallowing another moan of yours as he pressed his hips against you so you could feel a little more of his cock.

“Heeseung” your hands ran down his arms, your nails making a reddish path against his skin as you marked him.

“Are you going to moan loudly now?” he teased, lifting his head to look at you. It would be typical of Lee Heeseung to comment on that while he had a hard-on and was between your legs, you should have imagined that.

“I think you need to keep your mouth busy and stop talking shit” you rolled your eyes at him, holding yourself back so that your arousal wouldn't turn into anger and you would hit the boy.

“Your wish is my command, ma'am” Heeseung smiled so seductively that you asked yourself countless questions at that moment.

As he slid down your body, taking off each piece of your clothing without your protest, you wondered. Heeseung always smiled mischievously at you, although the effects were always the opposite of what was happening. Maybe the vulnerability in which you and he found each other at that moment made you with your senses heightened, paying a little more attention than necessary. Of course, you saw Heeseung up close, in his most intimate form, just as he saw you too. So that would be a good explanation for why you felt strange when he, at that moment, directed the smiles that you knew so well, at you.

Looking down at the exact second that Heeseung took off your panties, you noticed how lost in thought you were at that moment. Did he undress you so quickly or were you thinking too much about his smile to notice that now you were both naked? It didn’t matter, the job was done and now you fought against your racing heartbeat as Heeseung’s face lowered to be level with your pussy.

As if asking permission with a glance directed at your face, you nodded slowly as he adjusted himself between your legs and placed a kiss on your thigh. His lips tickled your skin before sliding down to your groin and finally finding your pussy.

“Heeseung— shit” you held back a moan between your lips as the tip of his tongue touched your clit. Swollen and in need of his full attention which he was more than willing to give.

Heeseung wrapped one hand around your thigh, bringing the other to your pussy to part your labia and spread all your wetness on his fingertips. It was a sight he didn’t think he would ever see, but one he couldn’t stop seeing now. He needed to be in that position at least once a day, if possible. Heeseung’s fingers made their way across your pussy lips until they reached your hole, circling it before pushing in. He looked up, his face fucking gorgeous as you fought the urge to open your eyes.

He wrapped his lips around your clit to suck on your bundle of nerves at the same time his finger was inserted into your hole. The two sensations flooded you as you let out the most beautiful moan. It wasn't scandalous at all, on the contrary, it was low and sensual. A reminder of how Heeseung was making you feel with just a few seconds of giving your pussy proper attention.

Moving his finger inside you, he included another and the two began working in and out of your hole. The wet sound of his fingers fucking you along with the moans you were letting out made his cock throb. Heeseung felt himself getting harder and harder, aching and wanting to be inside you as soon as possible.

“Hee” you moaned that nickname that had been heard only a few times, but that was enough to make him want to hear it again. This seemed to motivate you a little more, because Heeseung inserted the third finger into your pussy and, leaning down again, he went back to kissing your clit and any other place his mouth could reach.

It seemed like the way he kissed your mouth, kissing your pussy so perfectly that you were going crazy. Your hands found their way into his hair, tangling a few strands without having enough strength to pull them out. You focused as much as possible on how well Heeseung was fucking you and his fingers curling inside your warm walls. It was the second time you had sex, but it seemed like he knew every spot on your body and how you should be touched.

Heeseung felt your hole tighten against his fingers, licking your clit more slowly, although the intrusion of his fingers into your hole wasn't that slow. He smiled against your pussy, lifting his face from there and crawling until his face was flush with yours. His fingers didn't stop fucking you even though his mouth was far from your pussy.

“Are you going to cum?” he asked in a deep and hoarse whisper, making you open your eyes and almost actually cum at that moment. His chin was covered in saliva and your wetness, making Heeseung even hotter than he looked.

You nodded quickly to him, bringing one of your hands to Heeseung's chin and sliding your thumb over the spots on his skin to clean it. Any other time this would have been kind of cute, warming both of your hearts with the act. Although he appreciated your care even if he didn't mind having a little bit of you stuck to his chin.

“I want you to cum looking into my eyes” he whispered “Can you do that?”

You had no way of knowing if you were capable of it, especially when his fingers started fucking you again so slowly, but so intensely. He made sure to go all the way to his knuckles, rotating and scissoring inside you with precision. Wanting to feel your warm walls enveloping them as he penetrated you. A scream burst from your throat when his thumb touched your clit, where his lips had been minutes ago. You moved your hips to match the movements of his fingers and that made Heeseung almost go crazy.

Your hands went back to touching his hair, one of them going to the back of his neck to pull his face close to yours. Heeseung kissed you to share a little of your taste on his tongue, to show you how addictive you were not only to the kiss but to the taste of your pussy that he was already starting to get addicted to. This was starting to get too much for you, the way he moved his tongue around as he kissed you to muffle your moans and the way his fingers filled you up nicely. A few more small strokes and a particularly hard press on your clit and you came undone, cumming all over his fingers and squeezing them like Heeseung remembered your pussy being capable of.

He held you throughout your orgasm, his fingers still inside you until your walls stopped convulsing and tightening. Slowly sliding out with all of your cum running down your fingers and into the palm of your hand.

“That was…” your words slowly faded as you noticed him pull away a little, enough for him to be able to place his hand between your face and his. The glow of your essence covering every little part of Heeseung’s fingers made your face heat up. It wasn’t the first time you had cum with him, but seeing it so close made you feel shy… You came all that and only on his fingers?

With an air of pride for having been the cause of it, Heeseung smiled before bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking every little drop of you. Fucking hot. He licked it all up with determination, just like he had done on your pussy until there was nothing left for him to clean.

“That was what?” he turned his attention back to you, a small smile on his lips as he leaned in again and now Heeseung's hips were pressed against yours.

Your pussy was still sensitive as his throbbing cock made contact with your folds. He let out a hiss, low and whimpering at the warm sensation that hadn't yet enveloped him. You wanted to surprise him just like he did to you, so slowly your lips enveloped his. A slow kiss to calm your heart that was still racing from the post-orgasm, but preparing yourself for what was on your mind as you felt him melt into your lips.

It was the calmness of Heeseung kissing you and the way you took his lips at that moment. Feeling the attention you gave to each caress, when your hands slid over his body… He just didn't count on how fast it was when you grabbed his dick and slid the red and sensitive head into your entrance.

“Y/n… Fuck, holy shit” he moaned. Being taken by surprise by the sensation, but unable to contain himself when he felt your hot hole envelop him. Quickly his hips pushed forward as if he was trained to do it, as if Heeseung needed to do it without thinking, just being close to your pussy like something magnetic to his dick.

In a quick movement, his entire dick was inside you, and you both moaned at the same second. You because you felt filled by his dick, killing the longing that was to have him inside you. That would never be admitted out loud. While he felt the warmth and sponginess of your walls enveloping every inch of his dick. A hot embrace that he needed more than ever. Another thing that wouldn't be admitted out loud either.

Heeseung adjusted himself, one hand resting on the side of your head while the other found its way to your hip. Supporting himself and squeezing the flesh of your skin as he rested his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes before starting to move.

You remember that the first time you two had sex, Heeseung practically fucked you. The force with which his cock entered and left you, the way he ate you out and you sucked him. It was an almost angry but needy sex, where the two of you poured out teasing and moaning. But this time was different. He also remembered the way you and he gave yourselves to each other the first time. How his hips tortured yours as his cock went in and out, hearing you moan his name so much that Heeseung could think it was devotion to him.

But this time he moved masterfully. Slowly and carefully, but each time his dick entered, Heeseung went intensely to the bottom, putting just enough force to make his dick enter you completely and reach the limit that was being in your pussy, reaching your deepest point. His dick slid perfectly inside you, combining his pre-cum with your fluids and the cum from the previous orgasm, all combined with the way he moved.

To add even more intensity to the sex, Heeseung remained with his gaze fixed on your eyes. His hand on your hip tightened as he managed to reach the bottom of your pussy or when your walls squeezed him at a certain point. He was on cloud nine every time your hole swallowed him and he felt your walls being slid by every inch of him.

“Y/n” the whisper of his voice made you mumble softly, as if answering his call and telling him that you were listening. Not wanting to say too much or simply interrupt what he wanted to say to you “That’s amazing” he slowly kissed your lips, the hand on your hip sliding down to grip your thigh “You’re amazing.”

He didn’t even care if it had been said that way or how you would react. By the way your eyes were soft on him, your mouth half open letting moans escape, Heeseung could tell you felt the same way.

“You’re an idiot” you whispered “But you’re amazing too, Heeseung” he chuckled against your lips as he kissed you again.

The sharing of each movement of your tongues as they danced in sync with his hips that were still moving against yours. His cock throbbed inside your pussy indicating that he wouldn't last much longer than that, although your pussy was addictive and he could fuck you all night. But Heeseung wasn't that strong when it came to you – at least not in the last week that he discovered what sex with you was like – so cumming was more than a necessity for him at that moment.

He quickened the pace of his thrusts, the sound of his pelvis hitting against your thighs quickly in search of the apex to share a little more intimacy. Heeseung thrust his cock into you fast, but with a certain care that made your chest heat up. And that was a combination of the overwhelming sensations that the two of you were sharing. His cock went to the limit, touching your cervix as he started and going a little harder and faster to fuck you with a little more need.

Heeseung rested his forehead against yours again, a silent plea that he wanted to see you cum with him or simply see your expression when the two of you came together. And with a few more strokes you felt the burning in the pit of your stomach. Your hands ran to hold his face, afraid that the two of you would turn away and you wouldn't be able to look at him while you came undone on his cock.

“Hee” you called him before moaning close to his mouth, sharing accelerated breaths before your walls closed around his cock, cumming hard. More than the first time on his fingers.

That was too much for Heeseung to handle, he wouldn't be able to hold back the feeling of your walls convulsing around his cock. Your cum slid all over his length and hitting against his pelvis. Heeseung felt his balls ache as he continued to pound his cock into you until he finally came. The hot and long jets of cum inside your pussy, hitting your insides hard. He moaned your name tirelessly as he continued to move in search of prolonging both orgasms.

For a long moment, the two of you remained in that position, trying to normalize your breathing, which was still more than accelerated. Heeseung held you as if his life depended on it, and so did you. Little by little, after your pussy stopped squeezing him and his cock stopped twitching, he slowly raised his hips to pull out of you. Both of you moaning together were almost no longer connected as before, he threw himself next to you on the bed.

“Don’t move” Heeseung whispered, although he knew you didn’t have the strength to do it. With great difficulty, he got up and made the well-known path to the bathroom outside the room. Thankfully, no one had arrived from the party yet, having the apartment just for the two of you. When Heeseung returned to the room, he had a small smile on his lips as he lay down next to you again, bending over you.

“What…” he seemed to have the power to interrupt you on the strangest occasions, catching you by surprise with unexpected actions. He cleaned you carefully, leaving no trace of the two of you between your legs, just like he had done in the bathroom with himself a few seconds ago. Heeseung discarded the damp paper in the trash next to the computer table, lying down next to you again and wrapping his arm around your waist. Just like he had done the first night you and he slept together.

But this time it didn’t seem so strange to you. What was strange was that you liked the feeling of having him so close like this, facing him and resting your hands on Heeseung’s exposed chest.

“So you…”

“Don’t say anything to provoke me now or I’ll hit you” it was your turn to interrupt him, making Heeseung laugh as he pulled you closer and hid his face in the crook of your neck. You didn't know what happened to you after Heeseung touched you, because every little thing he did made your whole body shiver.

“I was just going to say…” he whispered, his lips close to your ear, but with a subtle tone that was rarely – if ever – used with you “If you still think you hate me.”

“I do” you answered quickly. Heeseung laughed against your ear, lifting his face so he could look at you.

“Then I hate you too” he said back, pressing his lips against yours, but not kissing them like he always did when he was close enough to you. “Can we hate each other like we did today, then?”

It was your turn to laugh, making Heeseung feel strange now. His heart skipped a beat at the brightness in your eyes and the way you frowned when you were smiling like that. Was he paying too much attention or were the two of you close enough that he couldn't notice anything other than you and what you were doing? He wasn't sure.

“I think we can hate each other like this” you replied, seeing the small hint of happiness in his eyes and in the smile he gave you.

Pressing his lips slowly to yours, you let him kiss you so subtly like you never thought would happen. Because after all, you and Heeseung hated each other.

And you would hate each other the same way you did in his bed.

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