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sweet dreams
pairing: james sunderland x reader? (written in third person pov, v ambiguous description of nameless woman)
cws/tags: smut, p in v, cheating? or is it?, not proofread, weird vibes and a little dark ig, but it's just the mood of the game
summary: james re-enters heaven's night and finds a woman who seems to remember him. he does not remember her. basically if maria successfully seduced him except it's not maria?
a/n: what is going on in this fic? idk
wc: 1.4k
Maryâs body lies cold in the backseat despite the blanket covering her. He will not find her in the gardens, the old apartment, or any hotel room. Only in a videotape in which she turns to static before it ends.Â
The only warmth he has is the jacket he wears. Until he returns to Heavenâs Night. A certain familiarity struck him when he entered the building for the first time. Maybe itâs the stench of liquor, drawing him toward another reality, one void of grief. Maybe itâs the neon lights, the metal pole, a discarded bra. Maybe heâs been here before. The woman sitting at the bar looks at him as if he has.Â
âJames,â she says with an inviting smile.Â
âHow do you know my name?â he asks, taking cautious, yet steady steps in her direction.Â
âHow does anyone know anyone elseâs name?âÂ
âIs that a riddle?â
âNo, that was just a question. Iâm not trying to trick you, James. I learned your name when you introduced yourself to me.â
âI donât remember doing that. I donât remember meeting you at all.â
âYouâve forgotten me already?â Her expression drops, every part of her face is disappointed.Â
âIâm sorry. Iâm just going through a lot right now. Donât take it personally.â He finds himself reaching out his hand and placing it on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.Â
âLetâs start over,â he suggests.Â
She nods and pulls herself together.Â
He holds out his hand, and she takes it into her own. Her hands are soft minus the sharp tips of her acrylic nails that tickle his skin.Â
âYouâre cold,â she remarks, and he cannot decide if her pout pities or mocks him.Â
âNo, Iâm James,â he says, forcing the creases of his lips to turn upwards into something resembling a smile. âRemember?â
âOf course,â she says with a breathy giggle.Â
âNow, how about you tell me your name?â
âYou know people like me donât give out our real names, donât you?â
People like you⊠it takes him a moment to realize what she means: sex workers.Â
âOh. Thatâs right. But Iâm guessing you have an alias or something.â
âIâve been called many names. âAngelâ when Iâm here at Heavenâs Night, âKittyâ at The Catwalk, âJadeâ at Jewels, âBabyâ by some former lovers. Call me whatever you like.â
Choosing someone elseâs name was not something heâd prepared for and it leaves him stumped for a moment.Â
âDonât overthink it,â she says cupping his cheek with her hand. âAs long as itâs not MaryâŠâÂ
âWhy not Mary?â He flinches at the sound of her name.Â
She pretends like she didnât hear him, and pays no mind to his nerves, shrugging them off as she leads him to a seat in front of the stage.Â
He follows her, eyes stuck on her curves. He startles when she pushes him onto the loveseat.Â
âJames, baby,â she says, her voice softer, but just as sultry. âWhy are you so nervous? You want this, donât you?â
âI just feel like I shouldnât, thatâs all.â
âYour mind is playing tricks on you, then. Thereâs nothing wrong with wanting to see what a woman has to offer. Itâs like window shopping, thereâs no harm in looking.â
Before he can say anything else she finds a boombox in the corner and sets it up - in doing so, she leans over and reveals a tiny strip of lace underneath her skirt.Â
James tries to quickly adjust his pants as sheâs turned away from him, but she must know heâs hard. Whatâs the point in pretending?
When she steps onto the stage, she needs no introduction, only the opening synth of Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) to lead her up the short set of stairs before she walks around the pole, prepared to do tricks that Jamesâ imagination couldnât conjure up even if he begged it to. But despite his amazement at the way her body bends, even more so when her clothes begin to disappear, itâs the moment she sits at the front of the stage and spreads her legs, giving him a better view of the red lace thong he got a peek at earlier, that really gets him going.Â
He didnât know he was hungry until he was starving.Â
The music doesnât stop, the cassette runs its course. The scantily-clad woman straddles Jamesâ lap, just hovering but close enough to feel the warmth emanate from her body.Â
âI know I said itâs just looking, but there wouldnât really be any harm in touching me, would there?âÂ
She takes his hands in hers and places them on her chest.Â
He can feel her tits, her skin, her heartbeat. Sheâs so warm, and real, and alive. There is the childlike urge to squeeze them, to hold and let go, make them bounce in front of his eyes, but instead, he slides his hands down her waist to her hips, sitting her firmly in his lap.Â
âYouâre so warm,â he says without thinking.Â
âIâll be cold soon if you leave me like this,â she says. Then, leans down to whisper in his ear, âTake off your clothes.â
When he asks, âare you sure?â it stumbles out of his mouth and lands with a groan as she peppers kisses down his neck. Â
She only hums in response. He removes his jacket and unbuttons his shirt so her mouth can reach further â to his collarbone, while her hands travel to his poorly-hidden erection.Â
She looks up at him and bats her eyelashes before going any further. Itâs her way of asking permission.Â
âI guess⊠as long as we donât go too farâŠâ
âWeâll just get naked, maybe even kiss, nothing more,â she says.Â
So, he helps her get his pants off and she slips off her barely-there panties.Â
He feels alive for the first time in years when her warm body touches his, skin-to-skin.Â
He doesnât protest when she kisses him, he closes his eyes and lets himself feel something other than dread for once.Â
She surely feels his need prodding at her core, but she must feel his guilt as well because she assures him, âIf it slips in by accident, then, itâs nobodyâs fault, right?â
âRight,â he says, completely under her spell, nodding along.Â
Of course there are no accidents. This is a mistake, not an accident. James knows this, but when she repositions her hips, he lets her wet heat envelope his cock.Â
âIâm sorry⊠I didnât mean toâŠâ she says, a tiny grin peeking through her faux-apology.Â
âItâs okay, Iâll just pull out,â he says. And slowly, with a grunt, he does.Â
He keeps a tight grip on her hips so he can guide her back to him. âYou can sit back down now,â he says, with his cock ready to enter her again.Â
âWeâll do better this time,â she says, rubbing her folds teasingly along his shaft before gripping it and sliding it inside her.Â
âSorry, it just, you know, slipped in,â he says, almost believing his own lies.Â
âBut itâs only the tip. It barely even counts, right?â
âYeah, thatâs right.â The music covers up his heavy breathing and her soft moans. But James makes sure she can hear him when he says, âYouâre so wet, itâs only natural for it to slide right in.â He fills her in one thrust and it finally drags a long-held back groan from him.Â
They canât make more silly excuses when theyâre both breathless as she bounces up and down on his cock at a steadily increasing pace. He holds her like he fears heâll lose her and buries his face in her neck as if muffling any moans would take away any of the guilt.Â
But heâs shameless when he asks if he can cum inside her, and sheâs quick to say, âyesâ.Â
Though heâs as warm as ever, he shudders through his climax. After being pent-up for so long, he has a dizzyingly intense orgasm. What keeps him grounded is each squeeze of her walls around him and the sting of her nails digging into his skin as she cums at the same time he does.Â
The guilt returns along with confusion when she stands back up to get dressed. He follows her lead, but once his shirt is halfway-buttoned, he freezes, looking over at her for some sort of explanation, some sort of direction.Â
âWhat?â she asks, brushing off her skirt as she sits down at the bar.Â
âNothing. I just- I donât think we shouldâve done that.â
âDonât feel guilty, James. You said you were looking for someone, and you found someone.â
âNo, I meant I was looking for-â
âLove? Comfort? Absolution?â She laughs differently now. âYou wonât get those here.â
âNo, for my wifeâŠâ
âMary?â
âYeah, do you know her?â
âNot anymore.â
Like everything else, she is swallowed up by the fog.Â
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Leopold "Butters" Stotch x Reader - sweet escape
Also available on ao3!
Summary: When you and your darling boyfriend break up, Eric Cartman's inner cupid decides to make sure you two get back together... By fucking your way right out of that argument.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (EVERYONE INVOLVED IS ABOVE THE AGE OF CONSENT), Explicit Language, Cisgender female Reader, Aphrodisiacs, Nipple Play, Nipple Orgasm, Penis In Vagina Sex, Bathroom Sex, Creampie
A/N: I've had this in my Docs for almost 2 months now, and never got to properly finish it. Then yesterday I went berserk and stayed until 4am writing and cleaning up the draft so I could have it up by today.
We have an utter drought of Butters x Reader smut in this fandom, so I hope I did our sweet guy justice.
Obligatory "English is not my first language, if anything sounds like total nonsense it probably is so please let me know" This is also my first fic after whole years without writing anything creative and my first smut work in general and IDK how to feel about it
It was your average Monday morning in Park County. People from all walks of life had frowns on their faces as they made their way to school or work, missing the protection of their warm blankets and the peacefulness of a deep sleep. In your high school, most of the students hung about in the hallways as they waited for classes to start, and the cliques standing around together provided some warmth for its members, both emotionally and physically.
At the end of one of the corridors, in one of the staircases, hung out a particular group of young men, lazing around and chatting about their weekend like everyone else. Some of them stood, leaning on the wall or the handrail, while others sat on the steps, basically creating a barricade against anyone who wanted to go up or down the stairs - not that many people tried, anyway; over the course of their high school days all the way to the current senior year, the South Park boys had kind of made that particular part of the stairs their hangout spot, and the other students really just preferred to take any necessary detours than have to deal with the certified biggest assholes in the whole school.
As they began to engage in yet another heated debate over some useless topic, almost none of them saw a certain blonde man arrive. This was not abnormal - most people were never paying attention to Butters, unless they needed him for a favor. What was abnormal, however, was the expression he carried. Butters was a normally friendly and peaceful person, always with a smile on his face even in the most inhospitable of days; to see him like he was now, walking with heavy steps like a soldier, his face down and gaze fixed on his own feet, it didnât take much from anyone to see that he was not doing well.Â
âHey there, fellas.â He spoke in an unusually low voice, not looking up for even a second to acknowledge his peers. Almost all the other boys responded with a quiet Hey or a quick movement of the head, but he didnât acknowledge either of those greetings, too engulfed in his own feelings.
âOh, hey, Butters, there you are.â Cartman said, looking briefly at his direction but almost seeing past him, clearly not realizing what was amiss - Eric couldnât care about someone elseâs feelings to save his life. âThank God youâre here, I have to talk to you about something later and itâs really important, if you didnât show up it wouldâve really fucked me over. Youâre really gonna have to make up to me later for that. Weâll go over what you can do during lunch, so tell your bitch to - hey, whereâs your bitch, anyway?â
âI DONâT KNOW, I DONâT CARE, AND IF ANY OF YOU DO THEN YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELVES!â was Buttersâ immediate answer, in such a thundering angry tone that it made the whole group flinch in fear. This was the first moment he actually looked at his so-called friends that Monday, and his face was one of pure fury. âAnd if YOU-â he turned in his heels to face Cartman, pointing a finger at his face, â-think Iâm going to be a part of whatever fucking evil deeds you have planned right now, then you better sit that fat ass of yours down, because I ainât helping you anymore, got it?â He turned again to glare at the rest of the guys, who all had wide eyes. âOr any of you bitches either! Iâm done with you jerks! DONE!â
âDude, dude, calm down, itâs okay-â Kyle was the one to first try and appease the situation, seeing as everyone else was too afraid to make a movement. He tried to reach an arm out to Butters, but it was promptly slapped out of his reach by the latter.
âITâS NOT FUCKING OKAY! Everyone hates you, yâall fucking hate each other, and then you sit around here and pretend to be best friends! Oh, but yâall wonât say anything because if you do yâall gonâ have to hang around with fucking Kip Drordy âtill graduation! And Iâll tell you what else-â
He eventually became engulfed by his own rage, breathing rapidly as he looked around for anything else he could say his truth about.
âEasy there, buddy. Look, I havenât had breakfast yet, how about you and I go pick up a snack in one of the vending machines?â Kenny tapped on Buttersâ shoulder, gesturing in the direction of the canteen.
âI donât want no goddamn snack!â Butters yelled right in Kennyâs ear, but the latter didnât even acknowledge the rudeness, being used to worse back at his house.
âYes, you do. Now letâs go.â
The whole staircase group watched in silence as Kenny dragged Butters far away, and then all faces turned to Cartman.
âGreat job there, fatass.â Kyle snarled, rolling his eyes.
âFuck you, Kyle! What the hell did I do now?â Cartman raised his voice, pointing a finger in Kyleâs face, then signaling with his other hand towards the corridor through which Butters had just left. âHeâs the one that started acting like a chick on her period! Thatâs got nothing to do with me!â
âYou provoked him, dude! You know heâs sensitive about that shit these days!â
âButters is always sensitive, dude! What is his problem NOW?â
The other boys looked at each other, unsure if Cartmanâs behavior was legitimate. âYou really donât know what you did?â Kyle asked, almost a surprised tone in his voice, his eyebrows arched.
âNo! If Iâm going to be blamed for shit, at least tell me what it is!â Eric huffed, tired of the back-and-forth.
Kyle took a deep breath. âButters and (Y/N) broke up this weekend.â
The news had Cartman legitimately shocked. âReally? Why didnât he tell me?â
âBut he did. He told all of us.â Stan picked up his phone and turned the screen towards Cartman, with the messages app open, and started scrolling up quickly with his free hand, which made it impossible for the other to be even able to read anything. âItâs all over the group chat, dude.â
âOh, right. I didnât read that shit, I was rushing the battle pass for the new Fortnite season.â Cartman waved his hand in dismissal and Stan put his phone back in his pocket.
âThen you canât complain about not being informed of stuff as soon as it happens.â
âAlright, alright, my bad. But man, hope they get back together.â
Eric wasnât really feeling bad about causing Butters to snap or worried about your romance out of care for his friend. More so, like everything else in his life, the fatass wanted you to sort your issues because that would bring him personal benefit. He needed your lover for something in the coming days, a very important plan he had been cooking, and that breakup could very well ruin it all.
When you and Butters first got together, Cartman thought this was the death of his most useful pawn, maybe heâd even have to spy on your relationship to make sure you wouldnât be too much of an inconvenience. To his surprise, the opposite turned out to be true - the already affable young man became even more docile, if that was even possible. He was also willing to do damn near anything if it meant your happiness, so the only thing Cartman ever had to do to get his help was make up some bullshit story about how that scheme was actually going to be great for your relationship and how youâd be so glad if Butters just assisted him with this one thing (despite said thing having nothing to do with you at all, and you normally not being aware of the stuff until it happened). Since the blonde was mad at you, that meant the usual strategies wouldnât stick.
Whatever it was that was creating this rift between you two, it had to end fast.
âBut why the hell did they break up, anyway?â Eric continued, hoping to gather more information that he could use to reverse the situation.
âYouâd know if you read the group chat!â, three or four of the guys answered in unison.
âHell, I donât read the group chat either and even I know what happenedâ, said Craig. He wasnât usually one to engage in his colleaguesâ dumb fighting, so, since the most aloof person on Earth had an opinion on the subject, Cartman knew heâd been missing out.
âYou donât read the group chat?!â Tweek yelped, looking at Craig with a panicked expression on his face - even more panicked than the one he had at any given time. âACK!- You gotta read it, babe! What if one of us gets injured, dies, and you never find out because you didnât read the group chat? What if EVERYONE dies and our last wishes are all in the group chat? UGH!â
He then seemingly got really scared of this hypothetical situation he himself created, proceeding to hyperventilate and tremble on the spot.
âI donât read them because you do, babe. Then you tell me everything. Your texts are the only ones I ever need to read.âÂ
Craig patted Tweekâs hair a few times and kissed him on the forehead after speaking, which seemed to calm down the anxious male, who let out a contented sigh as his lungs seemed to finally allow him to breathe properly again. Everyone else around rolled their eyes at this, and Jimmy, out of the coupleâs line of sight, stuck his tongue out and made a gesture pointing down his throat as if going to vomit.
âWhat do you guys do when the girls are mad at you, though?â Kyle asked, looking across the group, focusing on no one in particular - Kyle was the only one there who never managed to be in a long-term relationship (his surreal bad luck with women was extremely good content for jokes around those parts), and wouldnât have an answer to that particular question.
âI just fuck mine âtill sheâs stupidâ, Clyde answered immediately, with a hint of pride in his voice.
âJesus, Clyde!â Tolkien gawped at the man next to him. Even if they were used to that type of vulgar speech, hearing it early in the morning on a Monday was a less than ideal setup. âDidnât your mom teach you some manners or something?â
âAs a matter of fact, no. She couldnât.â Clyde looked sad for a moment. âBut itâs real, you guys. Whenever Bebe starts bitching my ear off about some nonsense, I just take her somewhere private and give it to her good. By the time weâre done, she canât even remember what it was she wanted, so itâs a win.â
âShe probably just drops the issue because she knows youâre too stupid to hold any kind of deep conversation withâ, stated Craig, earning a chuckle from most of the guys.
âHey! Itâs not like youâre any kind of master communicator either, Mr. Donât-Read-The-Group-Chat!â Clyde retorted, hitting Craig - and Tweek, by association - right where it hurted.
By then, Cartman had tuned out the voices of all the other guys, the gears in his mind turning furiously. Clyde, however much of an idiot he could be, had unironically given him the solution to his most pressing problem.Â
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Later on, at night, the only lights on in a particular suburban street were those in the kitchen of the Cartman household.
Eric had an old cookbook open in the counter in front of him, alongside an assortment of ingredients and kitchen utensils. The food laid out seemed like your average components for making cupcakes - sugar, eggs, flour, the works -, but, hidden in the middle of it all, camouflaging itself nicely with the vanilla extract in a way that one would really need to pay attention to realize, was a bottle containing an edible aphrodisiac concentrate - the wonders of same-day delivery allowed it to be dropped off at Cartmanâs doorstep right that afternoon when he bought it in the morning.Â
After being done with all the other ingredients in the bowl, following the instructions in the book to a tee - Cartman could fool around with many things, but food was not one of them -, Eric grabbed the tray with the liners he had set and transferred the mixture to them. After that, he picked up that one particular bottle, turning his attention to two specific tins closest to him in the tray, lined with red cases. The bottle had instructions in the back of it - thorough information about its content, advice about the amount that was to be used and general warnings -, but the cook was having none of that, instead dumping the liquid in the two tins until he felt satisfied. In his mind, the more effect it made, the easier for him.
When that was done, he carefully put the tray into the oven and moved on to other parts of the recipe.
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The next day, Eric Cartman was on a mission. Along with the usual backpack, he carried with him to school a small box that smelled faintly of vanilla. The cupcakes had turned out really dang nice, if he could say so himself, and now it was time to pacify a certain pair of lovebirds.
After going to the usual staircase, he was surprised to find that his target, the only one of those assholes he cared to see today, was not around - but it wasnât without reason; ever since his outburst yesterday, most of the other guys had decided to leave Butters alone with his anger until the issue was resolved, so he got warned to take his sulking elsewhere because it was bringing everyone down. As soon as he found that out, Eric turned on his heels and continued through the hallways, leaving his other colleagues very confused.
Making his way to Buttersâ locker, he found the blonde male unaccompanied, mumbling some nonsense as he picked up everything he needed for the upcoming classes.
âButters! Hey, buddy.â Cartman approached him with a smile.
âFuck off, Eric!â Butters slammed the door to his locker, startling everyone who dared to be around him.
âWoah, calm down dude, I just wanted to give you this.â Cartman opened the box in his hands and carefully picked one of the cupcakes that had the red liner, handing it to his infuriated friend. âMight make you feel a little better.â
âOh- huh- Really? Thanks.â Butters seemed genuinely surprised that someone, no matter who, was being nice to him. He picked up the cupcake, taking a bite out of it right away and getting some of the whipped cream on the side of his mouth. âThatâs awfully nice of ya. Youâre a good person, ya know, Eric. UNLIKE SOMEONE I KNOW!â He said that last part too loud, facing the corridor, as if he expected you to be around so you could hear all about how much he hated you right now. Unfortunately, you were nowhere to be found - instead, he yelled that stuff right while a group of young freshman girls happened to be passing through, laughing about something. They jumped in fear, looking at him like he was a maniac, and quickened their steps to leave as soon as possible while whispering to each other.
âYeah, yeah, Butters, I know, Iâm amazingâ Eric replied, absent-mindedly, setting his sights on the end of the corridor, planning his escape route. âLook, man, I gotta go, see you in class or whatever.â Not even saying a word more than the absolutely necessary, he left Buttersâ side as well, this time looking for his next objective.
Luckily, he didnât take too long to find it as well. Right as he turned the corner, you stood next to another set of lockers, next to Red and Wendy. As they talked eagerly about something, though, you kept to your silence, also dwelling on your fight with your ex-boyfriend. You just werenât trying to make your anger everyone elseâs problem was all, but the other girls knew better than to talk about it near you or ask you questions, lest a wrong word also have you snapping.
Cartman beelined to your group, and as you all saw him coming up, the happy chatter immediately turned into silence. âHello, ladiesâ, he spoke, earning a raised eyebrow from you and a questionable stare from the two other girls. âMight I interest you in some cupcakes?â
Before anyone could answer, he opened the box in his hands again, carefully picking a cupcake and handing it to every member in your trio, making sure to give you the one with the red wrap. He had made sure to bring extra cupcakes just in case anyone else in the class might see him with them or ask about it, since just giving sweet treats to you and Butters and no one else would look extremely suspicious. The red liners were to separate the laced cupcakes from the others, so he wouldnât give them to anyone else unknowingly, and among the colorful liners in the others, no one could see you and your ex getting the same color as nothing but a funny coincidence.
As he closed the box, though, you didnât make a single movement, still staring at him with the baked good in your hands. âNo need to thank me, you know. Arenât you going to eat it?â He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly.
Your eyes narrowed at him. âYou put your dick in this thing, didnât you?â was the question that came out of your mouth. Red let out an âEwwwwwâ.
âNO! Why would you think that?â He gasped, his eyes widening in surprise, like it was an absurd thing to even think about - even though it was definitely something he was capable of doing and everyone knew that. âWho do you think I am, some kind of psychopath?â
âYes.â Your eyes went from him to the cupcake, turning it around in your hand, analyzing it for any obvious signs of tampering. âFarted on it? Put cum on the whipped cream? Is my mom dead on the filling?â
âNo, no and NO! Christ, you do something once and all of a sudden itâs all people ever talk about.â He didnât actually expect you to start asking so many questions - who questions free food? -, so he hadnât taken the time to build up an actual excuse. âI just had too much batter and made a few extra to bring to class, canât a guy just be nice anymore?â
 You waited a little bit more to see if heâd say anything, if heâd give away any evil plans. Unable to figure out anything, you took the leap of faith, getting the cupcake near your mouth and slowly taking a bite of it. The taste that your tongue could pick up - plain vanilla, whipped cream, a little bit of chocolate from the sprinkles on top - was good, but nothing out of the ordinary. Well, you werenât expecting Cartman to be some kind of superb baker, and there wasnât anything that struck you as odd, so you continued eating. Seeing this, the girls around you followed suit with eating theirs, since if you couldnât find anything wrong with it they probably wouldnât either.
âSee? Pretty good, isnât it? Anyway, Iâm gonna go and give the rest away, bye.â He left before you could interrogate him any further.
âWhat a weirdoâ, stated Red. Before you could dwell on the subject more, Wendy warned both of you about the time, and your trio started making your way to class.
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For the next couple of hours, Butters felt like he was about to die.
His whole body felt hot, to the point where he was building up a slight sweat. During this time of the year and up in the mountains, this concept felt absurd, so when he asked the classmates around him to see if anyone else felt the same way, he was met with confused stares and Kenny putting the back of his hand on Buttersâ forehead to check his temperature. He was warm alright, but he could tell this wasnât a fever because this particular warmth felt more intense in the lower part of his belly, irradiating through his body.
The worst part that came with it, though, was the hard-on. It had popped up about an hour into classes, throbbing like crazy, refusing to go down and urging him to take action. He thought about asking for the hall pass to go to the bathroom and masturbate, but decided against it - because that would mean getting up in front of the whole class and standing there where everyone could see him. At this point, after so long, it all started to feel really painful, so he resorted to just curling onto himself on the chair as best as he could, waiting for the bell to ring so he could leave without drawing too much attention.
All the way across the class, you werenât faring too well, either - just way better at hiding it. Some strands of your hair were glued to your forehead from the sweat, and you fanned yourself with an old crumbled assignment you found in the bottom of your bag. Under your table where no one could see, you pressed your thighs against each other, rubbing them together as silently as possible to create even the tiniest bit of friction to relieve yourself. As much as you did, it wasnât nearly enough.
During this whole ordeal, you and Butters would look across the room towards each other regularly - even though you were mad at each other, you were the only person he could think about at a time like this, and vice versa. Every once in a while, your gazes would cross, both with completely panicked stares. Oh what youâd give to know what he was thinking at those times. But then, either you or him would realize the other was staring, and youâd immediately turn to the blackboard and pretend you were staring at it the whole time.
The bell ringing to announce lunchtime couldnât have come soon enough.
âAlright class, off to lunch, weâll-â The teacher started her usual speech to send all of you off, but before she could finish, Butters got up from his desk and bolted out of the door in extreme hurry, the speed with which he left being so intense that it knocked his whole desk back as he left and all his belongings scattered to the ground. â- Oh, I guess someoneâs really into Taco Tuesday.â
As everyone got up to leave for the canteen, you thought about making a quick detour to the bathroom, maybe you could sneak in a little DJing session in one of the stalls, if you kept your quiet, just enough to get yourself through the rest of the day. Before you could make your way there, however, your girl friends made a whole group around your desk, and you had yourself cornered. If you wanted to leave anywhere, they were absolutely going to follow, so you begrudgingly walked to lunch alongside them, still trying to keep your legs as close to each other as possible. You werenât sure if youâd even survive the rest of the day at this rate.
You hoped that lunch time and the interactions that came with it could make you distracted unlike the quiet classroom, but you were deprived of that as well. No matter how much you tried to pay attention to the conversations the girls were having around you at the table, the heat in your lower abdomen was too strong to ignore, and your thoughts always went straight back to poundtown at any given chance. More than once you had hands waved and fingers snapped near your face because someone asked you a question and you didnât realize it.Â
Also, having scanned around the room with your eyes more than a couple of times like a turret looking for a target, you couldnât find Butters anywhere in the canteen. You wanted anything from him, even his angry looks at this point were enough to get you going - your mind got busy drawing up all those detailed scenarios where he pinned you to the table, choked you, slapped your ass, pulled your hair, all that while pounding into you violently and calling you filthy names that you never thought youâd hear from his mouth, but that made sense in your anger.Â
But he wasnât there, and you had honestly started to worry. The way he left class earlier had you wondering, who was he hanging out with that made him leave in such a hurry? Was he with some other girl? You usually trusted Butters a lot, he worshipped the ground you walked on and never gave you any reason to doubt his loyalty, but now that you had broken up, God knows what kind of shenanigans he could be up to. You certainly didnât want to imagine the worst; not only because of the implication of betrayal on his end and the idea that he could already be loving someone else so soon, but also because it would mean he was getting a bunch of action while you couldnât even masturbate.
âEarth to (Y/N)!â You were once again thrown out of your train of thought by Wendy Testaburger, snapping her fingers close to your ear to draw your attention once more.Â
âWait, what was it again?â, you answered, looking around with your eyes focused on the peers closest to you. All the other girls at the table were staring back, some with anger in their eyes, some with concern.
âUgh, nevermind. Iâll text you later, since youâre too good to listen to us today.â She made a dismissing motion with her hand. âThe bellâs about to ring. Letâs head back.â
As your whole group got up to leave, you looked around the considerably less crowded cafeteria one more time, hoping to catch your ex lingering around, maybe he just came late for lunch? But unfortunately, he was God knows where still. You were expecting to catch some sights of him in class again, but that was unideal - the setting there was one of silence and concentration, two things that you had no intention of keeping up with.
You didnât have to wait until then to see him, though. As soon as your group opened the cafeteria doors, he was waiting right on the other side of it, just waiting for you to leave for the hall. Coming up from your side, he pulled on the sleeve of your blouse to draw your attention. âCanitalktoyouplease?â was the sentence that left his mouth, almost too quick and slurred for you to catch.
âHuh?â
You turned to face him and the sight was almost absurd. Butters was usually well kept, his parents werenât going to let him get out of the house looking less than presentable, but right now he was a whole mess. His hair was all shagged up and he was panting like he had just ran a marathon. The hairs closest to his forehead were wet and some droplets of transparent liquid were around it - could be sweat, the same problem you had, or he mightâve thrown some water on his face to cool himself down (which was also a great idea). He also had his jacket tied to his waist, which was weird considering it wasnât hot this time of the year and he had been wearing it earlier. Did he spend the whole lunch period running track?
âCan- Can I talk to you, please?â He repeated more slowly this time, gripping your arm tight and making you wince from pain. He wasnât aware of his own strength right now. Seeing the look on your face, he quickly removed his hand from your arm, but stayed still waiting for your answer.
âShe doesnât wanna talk right now, asshole!â Before you could even say anything, Red yelled out, moving right next to you and locking her arm on yours, to show him that you werenât alone. âAnd itâs almost time for class anyway. Fuck off.âÂ
You loved Red McArthur, you really did. That was one of your best friends right there. You didnât regret at all having told her everything about your fight with Butters, were extremely grateful for the support she had shown you throughout, and youâd surely be glad for her intervention in any other situation. However, she was the one that should be thankful right now - thankful that the knives in the school cafeteria were dull, otherwise youâd have picked up one and stabbed her on the spot. You and your ex were still in a rift, sure, but he was the person you wanted to talk to the most right now and she was denying you that. Even if unknowingly, she was currently being the ultimate cockblocker, or pussy-blocker?
You took a deep breath, something that the other girls probably took as an attempt to dial down your anger at Butters, but that was in reality so you wouldnât yell at your best friend in front of everyone else. âItâs alright, Red. Go on without me, we wonât take long.â You spoke as calmly as you could, waving them away with your hand and taking your arm away from hers.
As soon as you did so, Butters took you by the wrist and started to power walk in a completely different direction from everyone else, and you had a hard time matching his footsteps while trying not to bump into the groups of students everywhere. You wondered where the hell he was even taking you in such a hurry. For a while, he also seemed confused - he looked towards every door as you went, as if searching for something himself -, but then he made a decision, taking you up two sets of stairs to the third floor of the school building, where he surprised you again by pulling you inside the handicapped restroom.
Unlike the other toilets in the school, the ones reserved for handicapped people were single-user, and since there werenât many disabled students that were willing to go all the way to the third floor to pee, this one was actually always seen to be in great condition. It was quite spacious to make it easy to maneuver wheelchairs, and also away from many of the actual occupied classrooms. Whatever it was that Butters wanted to discuss with you, he clearly didnât want anyone else listening.
While he turned to lock the door, you took a few small steps towards the other side of the restroom, standing in the middle of it. You crossed your arms and straightened your posture, trying to look as stiff and unsympathetic as possible. Maybe it was overkill, you had agreed to be here so that already sent the message that you were at least willing to listen, but you didnât want him to think for a second that he still had your heart on a chokehold like he did.
He took a deep breath as he turned to face you, as if trying to collect his thoughts. âLook, I know youâre mad at me and Iâm mad at you and you prolly donât wanna see me none, but I have no one else to turn to! I need your help!â He blurted out, his arms in front of him like he was ready to push you back if you were to become aggressive.
You frowned. âYOU need MY help? With what?âÂ
âI⊠I canât say it, okay?â He was fighting with his thoughts now, knowing that heâd need to speak up, but couldnât bring himself to. âItâs a heck of a thing and I canât really explain it and I donât even know if it can be explained-â
âStop with the rambling!â You stomped your foot on the ground to alert him. âEither you tell me what this is about or Iâm leaving!â
At this moment, he averted his eyes to the ground, avoiding your gaze as if that would conceal his feelings of absolute shame. His hands moved to his waist, untying his jacket and letting it fall to the floor, and the reason why he wasnât wearing it immediately became clear - he had a noticeable tent in the front of his pants, which the sleeves of the jacket previously hung in front of, covering the view.Â
As soon as you saw, it took you every little bit of restraint you had not to immediately drop to your knees, free his dick of its confinements and take it in your mouth to suck him dry. You felt your saliva building up, ready to make it as sloppy as possible too. But it would mean a complete lack of self-respect on your part to give in without at least him properly asking for it (you could faintly hear the voice of Red in your head scolding you for that), and you also needed to negotiate your own release, so you just swallowed it all back and waited as he built up the courage to continue talking.
âI tried jacking off in the stalls, watching porn on my phone, heck, even meditating to make it go away⊠Itâs not enough. Nothing is. I NEED YOU.â He grabbed both your wrists with his hands and stared deep into your eyes as he pleaded. âIâll do anything you want if you help me. If you never wanna see me again, Iâll leave! Forever! Just please help me! I canât stand this anymore!â
You were far from wanting him to leave forever, not when he begged like this, looking like a hungry lost puppy. The poor man was so overwhelmed by his own arousal that he couldnât notice the fact that you had taken a few steps towards him to close the distance between you instead of widening it. âAnything?â You murmured, to which he nodded vigorously.Â
You wriggled your wrists out of his hold and took his hand in yours, guiding it towards your crotch. Your other hand quickly opened the buttons and zipper in your pants, and you pulled it down just a little, just barely halfway down your butt. The wetness between your legs had created a damp spot in your panties, and when you guided Buttersâ hand to feel it, the mere brush of his hand over your extremely sensitive area was enough to make your breath hitch even through the fabric. He noticed it immediately, and you saw his eyes widen. âI believe we can help each other.â
He needed no more explanation, maybe due to fear that talking any longer would make you change your mind. So he quickly clashed his mouth onto yours, needy and desperate, wrapping both his arms around you with unusual strength - whatever it is that was driving him mad was also making him act differently than what youâre used to, but you were here for it. As you kissed him back, you felt his usually soft lips to be slightly raw - he had probably been biting them in his anxiety earlier. You didnât have a second to dwell on it, though, because his tongue swiftly started to brush over yours, an invitation for a dance that you gladly accepted.
Still completely glued to your mouth, Butters started to take small steps, which made you walk backwards, all the way to the other side of the restroom. As your back touched the wall, you felt one of the horizontal metal grab rails under you. You shifted so more of your ass was on top of it, not completely seated (the bar was too narrow for it), but just giving you the extra support in case you needed it. The current position had you firm on your right foot, while the other hovered slightly above ground. Your legs being more open also allowed for Butters to get even closer with his hips, his erection so close to your pussy, separated only by the clothes you both wore.
In one swift motion, Butters hiked up both your blouse and your bra, not even caring about the back clasps, taking everything off and exposing your breasts to the slightly cold air of the restroom as well as to his hungry gaze. The latter wasnât true for much long, though - he closed his eyes and dove immediately with his mouth to your left nipple, sucking on it and flicking the hardened bud with the tip of his tongue, while his right hand took care of the other breast, massaging it softly. Your nipples were already sensitive by nature, but right now they felt connected to all other nerves in your body, and the stimulation had you whimpering in pleasure.
Your lover started to alternate between one breast and the other with his mouth, giving both the same amount of love and attention - wherever his mouth wasnât, one of his hands was sure to be, kneading the soft flesh and flicking your peaks slightly. The other hand would then be running around your chest, arms and belly, feeling your soft skin and making up for lost time.Â
On your end, one of your hands grabbed hard on the metal rail below you, even if that wouldnât do you much to make you stable. The other ran through Buttersâ hair, caressing it - a type of caring behavior that almost felt out of place considering the borderline sinful thoughts you had all day and the situation you found yourself in right now, but that was doing wonders for him, since it made him even more eager to keep loving on your tits.
You could also feel his hips rutting towards plain air near you, as he tried to satiate his throbbing dick even a little bit. Not wanting to deny him any part of this experience when he was treating you so right, you moved one of your legs closer to him, putting your knee between his legs and allowing him to grind on your thigh. He took the offer immediately and responded by growling against your breast and sending some more shivers through your body with the vibrations.
The new stimulus had Butters going wild. He was getting more feral with his treatment of your body - taking your nipples between his fingers, tugging at them and twisting slightly. He started to graze your bud with his teeth, which soon turned into full-on love bites all across your nipples and breasts, the red patches not looking so jarring now that your whole skin was so flushed, but theyâd certainly be a nice keepsake later.
When you started to feel that familiar tension in your muscles, the pleasure in your nipples spreading like a flame under your skin, it came as a surprise. You hadnât ever climaxed from just him working your nipples before - hell, was that even possible? -, and it had sneaked up on you, first feeling like if lightning was gentle, an electric tingle all over your body that sparked like fireworks. Then there was no denying the well-known wave of pleasure that hit you like a tsunami, crashing your whole world around you and making your knees buckle.Â
Sensing your loss of balance in front of him, Butters quickly let go of your breasts and wrapped his arms around your waist. You wouldnât have fallen either way, catching yourself in the metal bar behind you with a firm grip, but the consideration was appreciated. As he looked at you with a worried expression and breathing through his mouth anxiously, you felt the walls of your pussy spasming again and more slick dripping in your panties.Â
âYou okay?â His eyes ran through your body, looking for anything that might be wrong, and coming up short. You were absolutely perfect as always.
âMore than.â You purred with a smile, giving him a brief kiss. When your mouths parted ways, he tilted his head closer to yours ever so slightly, almost as if chasing your lips with his. Savoring his yearning, you pucker up your lips and make a kissing sound, before tugging at his shirt. âYouâre gonna kill me like this though. Just let me feel you already.â
It was his time to smile. âOkay, honeyâ, he hummed, fixing his posture - and you closed your eyes happily, not having noted how much you missed him calling you pet names until now. He locked mouths with you again and his hands drifted down between you two, pulling further down the hem of your jeans and tracing your slit through the soaked panties, earning from you a sharp moan.
His mouth left yours so he could focus on ridding you of the rest of your outfit, and you held down on the grab rail with your other hand as he lifted your legs â first one, then the other so you could keep stability - to remove your shoes, pants and undergarments completely. You wouldâve helped him to make the job quicker, but he seemed to be enjoying the ride now that he had you back in his embrace. Once he had fully taken everything off, he planted a quick kiss on the inside of your lifted thigh, making you shudder.
Slowly and carefully letting go of your leg, Butters took another look at your full body as you stood there naked for him. He wanted to kiss every inch of you, show you as much of his love as possible, but there was also this overpowering lust. Not wanting to spend another second more not touching you, he made quick work of his own pants and boxers while you grabbed onto his shirt and pulled it over his head, throwing it somewhere and allowing his bare chest to touch yours. You were both drenched in sweat at this point, and your naked bodies basically glued together like that, but in the haze none of that mattered.
Butters lifted your left leg up again and held your thigh firmly against his hip with his right arm, while his other hand stroked his shaft slowly as he moved to position it against your entrance. You felt your cunt clench tight as the head of his cock breached your folds, and you were sure he could feel it too, as his breath hitched and his eyes fluttered when you tried to look at them. âNeed me that bad, huh?â, he murmured, giving you a kiss on the cheek. âI need you too, honey. Canât be without you no more.â
With that, he thrusted into you in one swift motion - your surreal wetness making it easy for him to bottom out several inches deep inside of you, the familiar sting you felt as he stretched you being eased by how aroused you already were. The both of you moaned almost in unison at this very welcomed sensation, and in a moment of pseudo-clarity you remembered that you couldnât be loud like this, a realization that did not seem to grace Butters as he started to push out and back into you with more fully open-mouthed moans. You quickly put one of your hands in the back of his head and push it towards the crook of your neck, where he starts to place quick but strong suckles and bites, not caring for - actually downright wanting - the marks theyâd leave.
âShh, honeyâ You whispered with the softest of voices, not wanting him to get discouraged, but still needing to give him a reminder. âCanât get loud in here or theyâll catch us. Just do this for me, okay?âÂ
It was hard for you to heed your own warning, though - with each quick and hard slam of his hips, plus his assault on your neck, you wanted nothing more than to have him hear just how good he was doing. You settle for biting your own lip and keeping your moans in your mouth, which to him seemed to sound even hotter - as he sped up the pace of his thrusts with newfound energy, getting high on the sound of your muffled whimpers and the wet sound of his dick plunging inside your weeping cunt.
The force with which his hips struck your body had you sliding up and down against the wall, your tits bouncing with the movement. His hot breath on your neck made the fine hairs on your whole body stand up, and your back arched, which made him hit that sweet spot inside of you even more perfectly now. Needing to be closer, closer, you let your hands go from the grab rails where they had settled before and wrap your arms around Buttersâ neck, relying on him like your last connection to the Earth now. You were glad he had enough strength to hold you with just the lower half of your body pinned to the cold bathroom tiles while still jackhammering into you.
As Butters raised his head from your neck to take a brief look at you through his half-lidded eyes, he used a lot of self-restraint to not cum on the spot. You were a whole mess: disheveled hair, face moist with sweat, a soft reddish tint spread through your whole body, but more prominent on your cheeks, nose, and breasts. You werenât staring back at him, eyes tight shut as the feeling of his cock inside of you distracted you from using any of your other senses. He wanted to kiss your rosy puffy lips again, but wouldnât risk disturbing the pretty noises that came out of your throat as you tried so hard to not let out the loud moans you wanted to. âYeah, thatâs it, baby... Youâre so⊠good to me...â He laid his head back on the crook of your neck, but didnât go back to biting - instead, he inhaled deeply, taking all of your scent in, your faint perfume that he loved mixed with your sweat and⊠a hint of vanilla? âLemme make you⊠feel even betterâŠâÂ
His last sentence slurred into nonsense, but in the blur you barely registered it. You also didnât even notice how he sneaked his left hand between your bodies, coating his thumb with the splattered juices around your cunt before moving it up and rubbing quick circles in your clit, increasing your pleasure in an almost overwhelming way. You felt a sharp sting in your lip and a metallic taste - in your efforts to not make any noise, you had bitten your lip so hard it broke skin. The pain, however, was quickly overshadowed by Buttersâ ministrations, and you slapped one of your hands over your mouth to silence yourself, leaning with your back against the wall again.
It wasnât like any past fuck you ever had. Everything was heightened; You heard every slap of his skin against yours and all the little sharp breaths both of you took as you tried to avoid being too loud in your pleasure, you could feel every single vein in his cock squeezing through your tight walls, and you saw whole galaxies even through your closed eyes.Â
As that coil inside of your belly was getting tighter and tighter, so were your walls against Buttersâ cock - and you knew that had to be catching up to him, as he started to lose the pace on his thrusts, and the muscle in his arms and legs seemed to become even more tense. ââm- I- canât hold much longer like this, sweets!â It seemed almost impossible for him to get the words out, having to say them through quick breaths as he got close to his release himself. âYouâre just⊠too goodâŠâ
Then there was no warning as he let out a loud growl and his hips hit your body with one final deep slam, and you felt his dick pulsating as he filled the deepest part of you with his hot seed. The thumb in his left hand, however, still flicked your clit viciously, and so it didnât take much longer for you to come undone, your cunt gripping his throbbing dick as the pleasure washed over your body for a second time.
As both of you dissolved into each otherâs bodies, you found it in yourself to take his face in your shaky hands and press his lips to yours once more. Unlike your previous kisses of today, though, this moment was much more kind and full of tenderness, feeling exactly like the ones you shared throughout your relationship with him. You both felt loved and cared for, and while that rough fuck session took care of the needs of your physical bodies, the kiss took care of your souls.
You only dared part your mouths this time when it became necessary to breathe, and both of you sported soft smiles after you did, tired, but happy. You started using one of your hands to brush back through your fingers the multiple small strands of hair glued to his forehead, while the other caressed his cheek. He leaned into your touch, resting his hands on your waist. His dick was softening, but he didnât feel keen on pulling out just yet, relishing the closeness of your bodies like this.
âI love you, Leo.â You finally broke the ice after a couple of minutes like this, giving him a peck on the forehead, to draw his attention back to Earth.
âGeez, by now I sure hope so!â You couldnât help but giggle at his ever present sincerity. âI love you too, (Y/N).â
As you smiled and took note of your actual environment for the first time in a while, an idea came to mind. âWanna get away from here?â You already knew what his answer would be to this offer, but you wanted to make your intentions clear nonetheless. âWe can find someplace else where we can make some real noise.â
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You and Butters didnât come back for the rest of classes, and nobody in school had an answer to where you were, either. All texts sent to you or him went unanswered for that day, and your friends had no idea what happened.
What they could certainly say they saw, though, was the pair of you arriving at school together the next morning with a pep in both your steps, chatting away and smiling as you held hands. Everyone was left speechless, and some even questioned if the last few days had even been real.Â
The only person who didnât seem confused was Eric Cartman, his nonchalant behavior earning him plenty of questioning from the other dudes the following days, but he refused to admit to anything. And why would he, anyway? You and his friend were back together, happy as could be, the sun was up in the sky, everything was right. And, if it ever stopped being that way, he had a certain tiny bottle in the back of his wardrobe to sort things out again.
Dividers by @cafekitsune
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gonna do something somewhat out there and out of nowhere. i just finished kinktober on my like... main wg account so i've missed doing kpop wg so i'm coming back with... zb1 SDFJSDF gunwook been attacking me lately so he's going to be the one feeling it now.
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This is a feederism fic and features weight gain and unintentional weight gain. Don't like, don't read.
There was a dreamy sort of sigh that left the table in the library and it took one paper flying to cause the source of it to make an annoyed expression. "Yah! Kim Gyuvin!" The warm tone of Gunwook sounded a little more frustrated than usual as his friend held his finger in front of his lips, to shush him.
"You can't be too loud in the library, Gunwook~" The teasing tone almost made him jump over the table to show him who could be louder of the two before he felt the pointed gazes of the students around them and buried his head in his textbook, muttering curses towards his friend who barely had enough mercy to add quietly, "Just because Matthew hyung is here doesn't mean you should neglect your work."
His long crush on the older friend of theirs was something that was practically known by everyone in their friend group. And something that he couldn't help but get embarrassed about everytime someone pointed it out. He wasn't that subtle about it... and it wasn't aided by the fact that Matthew tended to treat him nicer than his heart knew how to react with.
"Gyuvin, I swear if you don't stop talking about it when he's this close by, I-" The words that left Gunwook were growing more threatening by the moment before he heard a loud exclamation. "Oh, Gyuvinnie and Gunwookie!" It was always nice that Matthew didn't seem to care about the negative glances for the loud volume but he only belated realized, offering a small apology and a sweet smile that no one could stay mad at as he approached.
"O-oh, hyung! Good to see you." Gunwook was severely underprepared for the way that Matthew sat next to him and leaned on his shoulder while Gyuvin tried not to laugh.
"H-hi, hyung." Gyuvin imitated his stammer which got a death glare shot in his direction before Matthew spoke again, "I didn't know you guys were studying here... but I brought some snacks for Taerae since he said that he wanted some." Gunwook tried his best not to visibly deflate at the thought before the snacks were placed in front of him.
"Huh? What are you doing, hyung?" Matthew stuck his tongue out as he added, "No one said he needed to get them all. I bought a lot so you can just have the extra instead. I know how much you love to eat." There was a pat on his head from the older man and Gunwook did his best to not beam before opening the box. Gyuvin rolled his eyes from across the table, texting someone about what he was witnessing in front of him.
While he dug into the snacks and made conversation with Matthew there were some things that came to mind. Taerae was a little bit on the heavier side. Not fat but chunky was a good way to describe him. It only made his dimples and smiles cuter and nicer to hug, something that Matthew was incredibly fond of. He had believed that Matthew was someone who had a crush on Taerae for a very long time... so maybe that was what he was missing.
Gunwook was a good gym buddy for Matthew... but what if he wanted something that was a little bit softer. Was that the best way to capture his attention? With a renewed vigor, Gunwook ate the snacks that Matthew had brought even faster, surprising both of his company. "Hyung, do you have any more?"
Gyuvin wasn't unaware to the way that Matthew's face seemed to warm up as he stammered for a response for a moment before furiously texting Ricky. They had made a bet on when something would happen between them after all but he couldn't really afford it to happen now... he was going to lose the bet.
"All I have is the stuff for Taerae... how about..." Matthew bit his lip with a smile that he was failing to hide. "I bring these to him and we can head out for something to eat?" Gunwook's eyes brightened before Matthew nearly stumbled out to get the treats to Taerae. Gunwook began to pack his notes while Gyuvin looked at him, "Seriously?"
"You told me to stop staring... so I'm doing something about it." Considering how smart Gunwook is, it should have occurred to him that Matthew practically sprinted back to him so that they could head out to get food while Gyuvin was trying to ease up Ricky on the bet so he wouldn't owe him too much.
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As he jumped in his dorm room, Gunwook felt his face burn, feeling the way that the flab jiggled, trying to squeeze every possible extra inch of himself into the pants that no longer fit into his frame. It was almost like a dam was broken that day.
He had stopped going to the gym as much with Matthew but he was seeing him just as much, if not more. They were always getting food since Matthew excused it as wanting to treat his dongsaeng. But, Gunwook didn't realize that not working out combined with Matthew's constant treats would have results this fast.
He'd already let out this pair of pants twice since upsizing and now, his belly was sticking out from his body, proud and bloated with fat. Or food considering that Matthew treated him most meals in a day. It was always nice when he insisted on Gunwook trying something new and he loved it.
It's not like the weight was solely tied to his prominent belly but it settled in his thighs and glutes which wasn't really aiding the pants situation. They clung tightly to the plump thighs as well as didn't even make halfway up his ass as he tried hopping into them again, hearing a faint tear of fabric and how much the fat on his body jiggled at the motion.
While looking at himself in the mirror, Gunwook's hand absentmindedly rubbed his belly as he felt his face flush. Matthew had been a lot more touchy with him recently. Either holding his love handles or even sneaking squeezes on his belly which always made him think he was on the right track to getting his attention. After all, him blowing up was for him as well.
But, there was an enjoyment he was getting out of it as well. Feeling the way that his body expanded, burst out of belts sometimes and even was starting to get stuck in booths at the restaurants they frequented... there was a bliss in this... he just wanted to do it properly with Matthew at his side and just like his appetite, it was insatiable. He was no longer content with just being friends.
There was a knock on his dorm door. They had already made plans to go out again and while he wasn't ready in the slightest, he knew that his outfit (or lack of since he didn't fit in the button down that couldn't even close or his pants) would get the answer he wanted.
Opening the door, he heard Matthew's voice. "Gunwookie~ Are... you..." The happy voice trailed off before he looked down at the gut that was staring straight at him as he swallowed dryly. "I'm up here, hyung." Matthew's gaze needed to be torn away from the plump mass before Gunwook smiled. "Wanna order in?"
The feeling of Matthew's muscular body crashing into him and jostling his belly enough that the buttons he managed to get closed break told him everything that he needed. He had went all-in and got the pay out that he wanted... and soon, he was sure that he'd need to upsize again anyways now that his boyfriend was showing him just how much he appreciated that excess on his body.
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I was rotating Sera/Dagna around in my head like a kebab because what do they even talk about? One hates magic and the other is probably the biggest possible nerd about magic ever. How did that start? But then, oh, un-elfy elf x un-dwarfy dwarf, family rejection issues, lesbians whose communities would expect them to have arranged marriages (Dagna mentions this in Orzammar in DAO if you talk to her father, Sera would know the Alienage has this tradition and maybe she saw it around Emmald who was wealthy), some neurodivergence, talented in their own ways but they look "crazy" to everyone else, some trauma at having to stake it out on their own with basically no support. Okay. OKAY. I get it now.
#dragon age#sera x dagna#someone point me in the direction of fics now#also sera's more okay with magic than she lets on with a mage inquisitor you can be like ânot even for fun?! đâ and she approves like GIRL#and since dagna doesn't do magic per se just enchantments is more like sera's bombs controllable#also sera gets bored to sleep when dagna talks about magic but she is curious she does her best to learn as in her actual romance path#i had been blind to the possibilities of this for SO MANY YEARS because sera is my romance but DAMN this hits#wish they got the adoribull treatment tho :(
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me & you & the son we used to have [from nov/2023]
second image is based on this fanfic by snap which you should totally go read
#jo sawashiro#sawashiro jo#ikumi (like a dragon)#...i'm just going to assume she's too niche to have an established tag#like a dragon#yakuza 7#yakuza 7 spoilers#rgg7#jichanart#my first art of kid sawashiro....#and i actually really enjoyed drawing ikumi?#i used references are you proud of me#anyway this probably fits the ig post format better than tumblr but it is what it is#i saw âpolaroidâ and was like (point) MASATO BOX IMAGERY#i have so many feelings about this concept in general though...#the passing of time... the simultaneous intimacy and distance between ikumi and jo at their shared experience...#i should probably. have tagged or messaged the author that i made art of their fic but. i have anxiety lol#it feels too cocky to go up to someone whose work you really enjoy and go âokay now look at MY WORKâ#so just sending good vibes in their general direction telepathically#fic:for others
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đźđđ€ đđ đđŻđđ«, đđ„đđđ©đšđŻđđ«! | t. fushiguro + k. nanami
đđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ: Taking your daughter to a sleepover with her best buds is easy peasy; ending up staying over at said sleepover to have some fun of your own with the two single dads you're crushing on? Not so much...
đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: dilfs! Toji + Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; single parents au - implied you + Nanami are in early 30s; Toji is in late 30s - Tsumiki (age 10), Megumi, Yuuji and Nobara (8) - mutual pining/crushing - fluff then SMUT then fluff - kissing/making out - mutual masturbation (m! + f! receiving) - breast fondling + nipple play + sucking - Daddy kink - threesome - double penetration; anal and vaginal - spoon/sidesaddle dp + reverse cowgirl dp positions - clitoral play (swiping) - praise - breeding kink - cervix fucking - unprotected sex (psa: wrap the willy; don't be silly) - pet names (angel, baby, good girl, love, mama, sweetheart, sweetie) - Nobara is your daughter; Yuuji is Nanami's - mention of drool/spit and tears.
đđšđ«đ đđšđźđ§đ: 9.8k (Christ almighty...)
đđźđđĄđšđ«'đŹ đđšđđ: based on this ask from one of my anons; so happy to be writing an actual fic after a month, yippeee!! and tysm for 7.7k, my loveliesss!!
âHahah, I win again!â
âNo fair, I used the aerials like you taught me, what!?
âYeah, but thereâs no point using them if youâre just gonna let Itadori counter.â
âShut up, Megumi! Hey, Yuuji, one more time!â
âHey, keep it down, you three.â You warn the children who cause a ruckus in the living room from the dining table.Â
Thereâs nothing wrong with hanging with friends or going to someoneâs house to play. Children are highly encouraged to do so to form deeper relationships! Itâs what youâd want for your child, your sweet daughter poking out of her public shyness now that sheâs playing video games with two of her best friends at a playdate.
Your daughter, Nobara, heard your warning and swerved her head back to apologize. âSorry, momma! Itadoriâs just cheating!â
âNo, Iâm not!â The pink-haired boy sitting next to your brunette daughter on the living room floor retorts. âShe just sucks at playing!â
âWhy youâŠâ The two kids glare and argue to themselves while another sits on the living room couch and sighs at the interaction before him. Megumi was his name, the raven-haired boy putting his attention back on the animal encyclopedia he was reading.Â
You chuckle before speaking again, âWell, cheating or not, keep your voices down, okay? Tsumiki is trying to do her homework.âThe kids nod and return to their fun on the television; the sounds of controller buttons mashing and clicking fill the absence of their voices, and you go back to what you were primarily doing. âNeed any help there, Tsumiki?â
The fourth grader perks up from using her name, flashing a weary smile in your direction. âIâm trying to find these countries for my quiz on Monday, but where are Colombia and GuyanaâŠ?â The paper before the little girl exhibited a blank sheet with a map of the North and Southern American continents; a word bank is provided to the side with a list of countries.Â
Getting up from your chair, you walk to the vacant side where Tsumiki is and sit alongside her. âHmm, letâs look at this togetherâŠâ
This wasnât your home; it belonged to the father of Yuuji Itadori. Staying during your daughterâs playdates was a rarity, particularly in another parentâs house. Yet today is a Friday, and you didnât really have much to do other than clean the apartment and maybe catch up on a show or two. Besides, it didnât hurt to watch the kids play and laugh now and then.
Luckily, you arenât the only parent here; two other parents are taking out of their day to monitor the kids with you! The only problem is thatâŠthey make your stay a bit difficult.
Footsteps are heard descending the hall from the bedrooms, and your eyes peer to find a man walking into the kitchen area. âHowâs studying going?â Golden blonde hair was the first you see, followed by the pleasant look of his chocolate brown eyes. A slim-fit grey long-sleeved shirt hugs his frame well, accompanied by dark-fitted jeans and dress socks. Kento Nanami, Yuujiâs adoptive father, has entered the scene and has made your heart skip to an irregular tune.
Thankfully, saving you from making a fool, Tsumiki answers the man. âGood, Auntie Y/n is helping me remember countries of South America!â She says with a blinding smile.Â
âIs that so?â Nanami opens a cupboard to pull out a glass to pour water. âYou think youâll be okay for the quiz?â
âMmmm, if I remember five countries out of ten, I should be fine. I know more, thanks to Y/n!â
âGood,â your breath hitches when he walks to stand behind the chair you were sitting on. âAnd how are those three?âÂ
You cough before averting your gaze to the living room. âTheyâre fine,â you watch your daughter exclaim in glory after finally beating Yuuji in the video game. The salmon-haired child groans in defeat, standing up to switch with Megumi so the other can play. âNobara loves playing with the boys; they make her competitive spirit wild. Itâs funny because sheâs usually quiet and soft-spoken around me and others. However, that doesnât explain her track record with terrorizing the boys of the schoolâŠâ
Nanami chortles at your observation, the sound almost hypnotizing you. âChildren bring out a different side in each other, helps them grow.â
âWise wordsââ Â
Grrooorrr!
You both stop at the sound of a rumble, glancing at Tsumiki to see that it is her grumbling stomach. The child chews her quivering lip and hides her face by looking back at her homework. You giggle, âYou hungry?â She nods slowly. âMe too, sweetie; the pizza should be here any minute.â
âThatâs odd,â Nanami takes a sip from his glass. âHe said the food would be done by the time heâs off work. Itâs almost 7 oâclock, is there traffic onââ
KA-CHA! CLACK-CLINK!
âYo, Iâm here with the pizzas,â another voice, a lot lower and gruff than the blondeâs, enters the space. Your heart skips again, and you instinctively turn to find the source â you know who the source is.Â
Giant steps draw near the kitchen area, keys rustle as he stuffs them inside his jeans pocket, and the other hand holds three pizza boxes. After putting the food on the kitchen island, the man scratches his onyx head and stretches. His loose-fit cotton sweatshirt slips for a peak of his abs to be seen, and your eyes pull back before they hook onto the tanned skin for too long. Green eyes capture yours, and a smirk uproots the scar on the right of his lips. âHey, Y/n,â the way he says your name pulls you in. âGood thing I caught ya before you could leave.â
You gulp to wet a dry throat. âItâs good to see you, too, Toji.â
Toji Fushiguro, the father of Tsumiki and Megumi, strides from the island down to where you three are, ruffling his daughterâs brown hair as a greeting. âHowâs homework goinâ?â
She swats her fatherâs hand away, fixing her ponytail. âItâs okay, Iâm just hungry now.â
On that note, you decided it was time for everyone to take a break and eat. âAll right, kids, the pizzaâs here; come over and eat!â Nobara wastes no time springing out of the couch and sprints for the dining chair next to Tsumiki after you stand to grab the paper plates.Â
The boys donât move, eyes glued to the screen and fingers moving across the controllers. Nanami tries to get their attention again, only for Yuuji to excuse themselves for a few minutes. The golden-haired father looks to the other before giving him a curt nod, a signal for Toji to walk to where the boys were sitting and turn off the television. They groan in unison before the black-haired man picks them up effortlessly and waltzs back to the dining table. âTime to eat, squirts.â
You have known Nanami for a long time, meeting him around when Nobara was still aged by months and could barely walk. Being a first-time parent is no easy task, especially since the man took Yuuji as his own after the death of the babyâs parents and grandfather when he was just a newborn. The transition from sober salaryman to committed fatherhood wasnât an gradual one. But you know what they say: it takes a village, no matter how big or small. You found Nanami at the perfect time while you took care of Nobara, lending a helping hand to the single guardian whenever he needed advice or help looking after the pink-haired babe. Heâd return the favor, of course, having you two spending and getting to know more about each other throughout the years. So, as the babies grew and became friends, so did you and him.Â
Toji entered your life around the same time as well; a single father of two was just as [if not more] challenging as your scenario. Not to mention â the poor man had to work ungodly hours, sometimes calling up a friend to look after his kids. You felt for him, even Nanami, so youâd help him out as well whenever he needed it, whether it be picking up Tsumiki and dropping her off at daycare or rocking three-month-old Megumi to sleep and waiting for the father to return home safely deep in the night.
Without the hood of parenthood, you three wouldnât have become such good friends. Although there have been rough moments, at least you had the two to share and relate with if necessary. Youâre so thankful for both fathers being in your life, serving as dependable outlets as you three grow along with your children. And itâs an even bigger blessing watching the kids have become great friends â practically inseparable! Words cannot express the gratitude for Nanami and Toji, treasuring the men so much that youâd love to maintain this mutual relationship with them as long as possible.
Being friends is more than enough; however, a tiny piece of yourself wishes something more to come out of this friendship. Admitting that to yourself is enough to have your ears heat up in shame. Crushing on the two fathers like some school girl, how embarrassingâŠ
But can you blame yourself? As you all sit down and eat around the dinner table, you find it hard to restrict your eyes from wandering to either side of the table where the men sit.Â
Donât get it twisted; youâve always thought of the dads to be attractive men. However, the more time youâve spent visiting and getting to know them, youâve found that theyâve become more and more charming as the years go by. Now, it has gotten a lot worse.
Nanami is so entrancing to the eye â damn near looks as if he walked out of a movie set. His mocha eyes were so soft and perfect with his mellow tone. The charismatic blonde easily played with your heart with how attentive he was, making sure if you and Nobara ever needed anything or ever wanted someone to voice with. God, he was too good to be true, it was hard not to fall in love with him â you were honestly mesmerized the moment he first said your name. Now, solely seeing him is enough to make your ears hot and your heart race. Your admiration for him threatens to dwell into that of a childish crush â how mortifying!Â
And Toji â fuck, that man. Aside from having a body literally sculpted like an Olympic athlete, the dark-haired man was somebody who knew how to wind you down. Maybe it was the baritone voice that always captured your attention or the mischievous jokes and flirts heâd throw your way; whatever it was, Toji knew how to draw you in. Sure, you were a little intimidated by him at the start, but thatâs long been substituted with feelings of trust and mutual respect from seeing how much of a good father he tries to be for his children. Although, the more you hear his gruff laugh, see his smile pull the scar, or forest green eyes drilling holes into your very being, the more you want to slap yourself for thinking about him day by day!
Goddamn it! As you sit at this table chewing on your pizza slice with the others, all you can think about is how pathetic you must be for falling for the two heartthrobs of your life. Itâs appalling how these two fathers have yet to snatch up somebody, knowing there would be lines of people wanting a piece of them. And you sigh heavily, thinking if thereâs ever a possibility youâd be lucky enough to be on the receiving end with either.
Probably notâŠ
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âAnnnnd BAM! UNO!â
âWhat?? Youâre cheating!â
âAm not! You can put draw twos on plus fours!â
âHah!? Thatâs not in the rules!â
âSo? Thatâs how my mom plays.â
Why am I being brought into this⊠You shake your head as you observe the kids play their final card game before bed. All the children are dressed in their respective pajamas, sitting in a circle around couch pillows as they draw and place cards down. The sunset has long been set as the hour hand touches the eleventh number; the kids usually go to bed at eight or nine. But itâs the weekend and meant to be a sleepover, so one or two more hours of fun shouldnât hurt anyone.
âUNO Out!!â Except for the heavy groans shared with Megumi and Yuuji as Nobara finishes the card game with an enthusiastic slam, turning around to give the older brunette a high five. âSee, Tsumiki? I told you I can handle it!â
âMan, thatâs not fair,â Yuuji throws his card pile to the floor in exasperation. âWish I knew about that rule beforehand.â
Megumi does the same, âYou shouldâve made the rules clear before we played the game.â
âWahh, keep complaining, loser,â Your daughter annoys the boy with a blown raspberry. âFine, we can try again; if I win, Iâll have Yuuji's bed to myself and Tsumiki.â
âNot happening!â You and the salmon-haired child deny the winnerâs request, and the girl only snickers mischievously while Tsumiki deals the cards.Â
Saved by the sound of footsteps approaching from the hall, Nanami is now here to dismiss the bunch. âAll right, kids, time for bed.â Every one of them mourned at the statement; Yuuji quickly requested five more minutes, only to be shut down by his father. âNope. Iâm done with my shower, so you four must get to bed â that was the deal.â
âAww manâŠâ The four begrudgingly get up from the living room floor after putting the cards away and setting the pillows back on the couches. Before they leave, they wish you a good night. âGoodnight, Mom!â Nobara comes rushing to you for you to kiss her cheek.
âGoodnight, sweetpea,â you let go of her so she could run back. âAnd you three â where are my kisses?â Yuuji and Tsumiki happily come for you to place a goodnight kiss on their cheek. All thatâs left is the silent child of the bunch who, unfortunately, doesnât slip past your eyes. âThat means you too, Megumi. Or else Iâll chase you down and kiss you up a storm like last time, you hear?â
The black-haired one fights a smile creeping his face, slowly taking steps to where you sat and fidgets as you kiss his cheek. You wish the boy goodnight, and he follows the others down the hall to the bedroom after doing the same.Â
âFushiguroâs in the shower now.â Now that the children are gone, Nanami sits on the left side of the couch before dimming the ceiling lights. He turns on the television, âSeems like theyâre having fun.â
âMmm, they are,â you settle by the middle to be close to him. âI canât believe theyâre all so big now. Didnât Yuuji just turn eight years old last month?â
âMhmm, heâs now the same age as Nobara and Megumi,â he says with a smile. âFor a little while, that is. He is the youngest, after all.â
âYouâre right, poor thing.â You giggle with a stretch. âNobaraâs gonna be nine this August, and Megumi at the end of the yearâŠâ
âHmm. We are old.â
That made you laugh hysterically as the delivery of the comment sounded so defeated yet true. Itâs okay, though, since Nanami was laughing himself with a shaken head. âDonât say it like that! They say you get sexier during your thirties.â
âAre you sure about that? My grandfather had photos from his thirties, and he was balding and getting chunkier before turning thirty-five.â More laughter seeps through your lips. âI donât know, Y/n; not all of us can keep fit like Fushiguro; he still works out while halfway approaching forty.â
âNow, hold on, Nanamin,â you grin while pointing to Nanami, and you can see him try to fight a smile after using the nickname he supposedly doesnât like. âYou canât say shit, either; you still look like a model coming straight out of a Menâs Vogue magazine!â That made him laugh more, the sound warming your heart. "You still got it, Kento; a real prince charming."
âWhy thank you, Y/n,â he appreciates the compliment.
âOf course.âÂ
The silence following that felt unsettling and had you fidgeting with the bottom of your halter top. Five uncomfortable minutes of nothing but the lowered volume of the television to fill the space. Come on, Y/n, keep the conversation going. âSo, almost ten years, huh? A whole decade.â You watch Nanami nod along through your peripheral. âI remember the first time I met you; you looked like you barely got any sleep for the past month.â
âBecause I didnât. I was hassling with back-to-back meetings, on the cusp of finding another job to take outside of being a salaryman, and then had little newborn Yuuji to come home and put to sleep after feeding. Thank God you could babysit for him with Nobara; Iâm forever grateful.â
âOh God, I remember when you came home so tired while I was rocking both to sleep. I think that was the first and only time Iâve ever seen you fall asleep on the couch; so tired you forgot to greet me!âÂ
âWe donât talk about that,â he scratches his ear. âThat wasnât so bad when we promised to watch over Megumi and Tsumiki during the weekend while Fushiguro went to take up so many jobs. He fell to his knees once he passed the threshold, and I had to walk him to his bed.âÂ
You tittered at the recollection â all the memories mentioned made you feel warm and glad, all the years coming back to you with a happy memory. âWeâve done good, though. We managed, and the kids are growing to be good friends.â
âBefore you know it, maybe Nobara will come to you about liking the boysââ
âThat isnât happening; I asked her the question like three weeks ago, and she said if she and the boys were the last people on Earth, sheâd kill herself.â Nanami gasped and stifled a laugh, but you could see his shoulders bounce. âA third grader â an eight-year-old â telling me sheâd off herself rather than be with one of the boys. Talk about radical...At least she loves to hang with them; she loves those boys like theyâre her little brothers.âÂ
The blonde hums to your words. âThem being close is a blessing. I guess thatâs thanks to us, having each otherâs backs all these years.âÂ
Itâs your turn to nod to him. âTrue, and Iâm just glad they like being with each other.â
âSame here; Yuuji likes being with you guys,â he throws his head back. ââŠJust like I do.â
You blink. âWhat do you mean?â Suddenly, you feel as though you shouldnât have asked that question because the way Nanami turns his head to look at you nearly paralyzes you. Oh my GodâŠ
âI like being with you.â He says it tenderly, only for your ears to pick up. âYou make me feel at peace when youâre around, and Iâm not as close to anyone as I am with you. A decade of you being in my life has made it more serene andâŠfun. So, I like it when youâre with me.â
You didnât breathe a single puff of air during his speech. The worst part was that these were Nanamiâs words â they were genuine. You could feel it in his bronze gaze, your heart unable to control itself.Â
And it doesnât help that your eyes took in every detail of him; his hair, usually neat and styled, is now down and damp from the shower, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. His home wear comprised a loose sweatshirt and dark grey sweats, but you snuck a glance of his collarbone that peaks from the opening collar of his shirt. You move your gaze to the floor to stop yourself from looking any further, or else more fuel for indecent fantasies will be stored for later!
Fingers fiddle with each other as you chew on your lip. God, Y/n, just fucking say it! âI, uhhâŠI like being with you, too, Nanami.â
âDo you really have to go?â He scoots in. âYou know I donât mind you staying over.â
âIâahemâI think, yeahâŠI wouldnât want to intrude on you and Toji; Iâm sure you two would wanna catch up on stuff. Iâll just come back and pick Nobara up in the morning beforeââ
You stop uttering more once you feel a sudden hand on your right shoulder. Turning to your left, you didnât even realize Nanami scooting to be so close to you, his face a handâs length away from yours. Once again, you have forgotten how to breathe. And when he places his left hand on your right that lies on your lap? You donât move a centimeter.
âI want you to stay,â his tone low and sincere. âI wasnât kidding when I said I like you being around me. IâŠâ He brings your hand to his lips, and a soft kiss makes you gasp faintly. âI love it, actually.â
You gulped. Thereâs no way this is happening right now. Thereâs just no way! âKentoââ
âI mean it.â He kisses your knuckles again, his eyes locked in with yours. He chuckles, âYou were right.â
âAboutâŠwhat?â
âAs you grew older, you have changed quite a lot. YouâreâŠWell, no, youâve always been pretty. But, all these years, youâve become a lot more beautiful,â he draws his face in closer. âBreathtaking,â you instinctively close your eyes when his nose brushes yours. âSexier.â
Nanamiâs lips land on yours on the final word, and you donât move a muscle when he does so. They felt soft against yours, perfect for the mellow kiss. It doesnât last long, only a few seconds. Yet you quivered as he withdrew, placing his forehead against yours as his hand weaved with your fingers.Â
âKenâŠâ Fuck, this is too much. The hand on your shoulder exhibits no interest in getting off. âI canât, I have toââ he shushes you with another kiss.Â
âItâs okay, sweetheart,â What the fuck!? Did he just use a pet name on you? âYou know I can take care of you, right? Even for one night,â you tremble when he licks your bottom lip. âStay for tonight, okay?â
âKento..â He pauses when you hesitantly remove your right hand from his grasp, thinking youâd push him off. But then you bring both hands to cup his sunken cheeks, caressing him with your thumbs. ââŠMore.â
He doesnât wait a second, accepting your request and bringing his back on yours. Small pecks to the lips gradually become more arousing and tilted heads to achieve a better angle for entry. You moan to his mouth, and so does he. Tongues slowly become adventurous, twirling with each other and exploring the otherâs mouth. It feels so good; you lean into Nanamiâs hold with every kiss. And he happily accepts you as he gives you more.Â
Jesus Christ, something straight out of a dream. And if it was, you only hope to indulge in it for a little longer. More, moreâ
âWhat do we have here?â
However, you canât indulge if another person comes into the frey unsuspectedly.Â
Two bodies retreat from each other, sitting awkwardly on the couch appropriately as Toji walks into the living room. Your lips shook with anxiousness, stealing a glimpse of Tojiâs smirk as he walked to your right. You sneak a glance at Nanami, seeing the shade of pink rise on his skin lightly, and you cover your face to shield yourself. Fucking fuck, this is embarrassing!
âDonât act all shy on me now, you two.â Tojiâs weight dents the right side of the couch, extending his arm to be behind you. âDonât be scared, I wonât tell anyone.â
âDid you check the kids?â Nanami fakes a cough.
âOut like a light,â he answers, creeping his hand from behind onto your shoulder. You shudder at his calloused touch and gruff laugh. âWhatâs goinâ on, Y/n?â You meekly turned to look at him. Same with Nanami, Tojiâs dark hair was damp from the shower, substituting his day outfit with a blank tank top and grey sweatpants. It took everything in your power not to peek at his pecs or exposed biceps.Â
You avert your eyes from his. âNothingâŠâ You saw his chest jerk from a scoff.Â
âWow, you two are really gonna act like some kids, huh.â His snark remark has you both flattening your lips in shame. âAct all quiet when somethinâ happened.â
He prompted you to question. âHow muchâŠdid you see?â
âI saw the kiss â you looked like you were enjoyinâ it.â He purposely said that to make your cheeks hot, the brazen bastard. âBut I heard Kent here say he means it when he likes havinâ ya âround.â
Nanami speaks up while scratching his brow. âY/n was, uhh, just about to leave.â
Toji lifts a brow. âLeave? When the night is still young?â He subtly shakes you. âWhy so soon, hmm? Itâs the weekend; I just got outta the shower anâ hoped youâd be here a lil' while.â He spoke to you slowly. It was a dangerous approach with that husky voice. He squeezes your shoulder when youâre not answering.Â
âI justâŠ.You and Nanami probably have some âguy stuffâ you wanna catch up on, and I donât want to come in between that, you know?â Itâs here you muster the courage to look at the raven-haired man. Big mistake; now he has your attention where he wants it.
âSo considerate, huh,â his free hand comes to your cheek, and youâre frozen as he plays with the flesh of it. âI think you should stay, Y/n. What kind of friends would we be if we let you drive out late."Â
Itâs hard to remind your body to breathe when Toji is surveying you intimately. What the fuckâwhy is this happening all of a sudden!?? âYouâToji, itâs okay, Iâllââ
âBesides,â he teases you by rubbing your earlobe with his thumb and forefinger. âI like you beinâ here, too.â Youâre too distracted from him bringing his face to your neck to kiss, evoking an unstable gasp. âLookinâ all pretty frâ meâŠâ
âTojiâŠâAhh!â You didnât notice him slide his hands down to the chest area of your halter top, his large palms groping your breasts affectionately. His kneads are rough yet pleasing, having you whimpering for him. âDonât touch soâŠHahhhâŠâ
âBad girl,â he chuckles to your ear after placing a kiss on your cheek. âOver here lettin' Kent touch you and think you can leave without me havinâ you for a bit, especially when you were eyein' us up earlier today...â He kisses your lips to take in your silent squeaks from fondling your chest, and you mewl for him. âDaddy wants you, too, babyâŠHeh, so does Kent.â
You peer to your left to see the mentioned man, and youâre taken aback to see him close to your side again. Holy shit. You literally questioned about this earlier, wondering if youâd ever be on the receiving side of these two. You did NOT expect this answer to come out of the blue within a few hours! And now that itâs here, how could you leave now?! This is what you wanted. And â to your surprise â so did they.Â
You swallow spit and lift your left leg to the couch. And Nanami notices the initiative, coming between your legs to kiss your lips again. Your back pressed against Tojiâs chest, youâre caged between the two men who seek to pleasure you in this proximity. You moan to Nanami sucking on your tongue, coinciding with the satisfying kneads of your breasts.Â
Suddenly, Nanami breaks the kiss with a groan, and Toji chortles close to your ear. Curious, your eyes venture down to find that Tojiâs hand grasps the tent of the blondeâs sweatpants. âEnjoyinâ yârself, huh, Kent?â Toji strokes his hand on the boner, evident through the clothes.
âToji, stâHnnnâŠ!â You watch this, eyeing Nanamiâs composure slip away as his cock is being touched. The older man willingly massages his friendâs dick, and you observe how he effortlessly makes the sand-headed man hornier with his hand alone. It makes you feel hot, sensing a throbbing sensation in between your thighs. So, you silently bring a hand to sneak inside the hem of your wide-leg jeans.Â
But you donât go unnoticed because Toji kisses your cheek. âLike what ya see, sweetie?â He rests his chin on your shoulder. âWant me to take care of you? Here,â he then takes your hand to swap with his, your fingers feeling the rough skin of Nanamiâs cock as you hold it. âMake him feel good, âkay?âÂ
You couldnât believe it â Nanamiâs hot, living cock was in your grasp. And as you have begun to stroke him, the noises he made turned you on even more. His veins are felt in your very palm, and precum exuding from his urethra lubricates the pretty fingers around his length. You canât help but imagine how it would feel to have him ease the aching pulses between your legs, how good it would feel to have his girth massage your insides.
But your crude thoughts are interrupted by Tojiâs left hand skillfully unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans, slithering inside your panties, and meeting your wet cunt with his fingers. You jolt, but heâs right there to coo, âRelax, mama,â his free hand squeezes your chin to turn and face him. âDaddyâs gotchaâŠSo fuckinâ beautiful,â Toji slams his lips into you for a steamier kiss, and you lose yourself.
Your hand on Nanami goes faster, eliciting extra precum to escape and stain the material of his sweats. Nanami leans forward to lick and suck the skin of your neck, forcing you to break the kiss with Toji to wail inaudibly while his fingers brush up on your soaked folds with unforgiving speed. Not to mention his bulge grinding against your backâŠ
âAhhnn, wait, guyss, we canâtâMmmmâŠ!â Toji kisses you again, grinning at your expression as he sucks and nibbles on your tongue. âWe canât do thisâŠNot hereâŠâ
âWhy?â Nanami blows on your ear. âWhatâs wrong, love?â
CREEAAKK!!
Thatâs whatâs wrong!
Like a flipped switch, all three adults unscrew themselves away from each other and sit back into their original positions. Nanami immediately pulls his pants back up, using a couch pillow to hide the situation that shouldnât be present as heâs sitting in the living room. Toji follows suit, leaning on the couch arm.Â
Sounds of tiny footsteps draw near, and they belong to none other than your daughter, who sleepily rubs her eyes coming into the space. You are the first thing she sees, âMomma? Youâre still here?âÂ
âMhmm,â you hoped you didnât sound too off. âIâm just watching a movie with Uncle Toji and Kento. What are you doing up?â
âI thought I heard your voice,â Nobara walks to you and puts her head on your shoulder, and you voluntarily pick her up to have her sit on your lap. You smile; even though sheâs growing day by day, sheâs still your baby at heart. âDidnât you say youâd leave after I go to bed?â
âYeah, I was supposed to,â the two men sitting on either side of the couch say nothing. âAnd I canât go now, seeing youâre still up.â
Nobara nuzzles into your neck. âDoes that mean youâll spend the night, too?âÂ
âMmm, I wish I could, sweetpea,â you kiss her forehead. âBut I didnât bring any change of clothes or pajamas. I donât even have my toothbrush â Iâd be walking around with stinky breath.â You hear the girl giggle at your words.
What you just said gave the two fathers an idea, the men giving each other a look before saying anything. âI have some unused travel-size toothbrushes and toothpaste Iâve kept from business trips.â Nanami inquires; you put your foot in your mouth on that one.
Toji adds, âYou can use the sweatshirt I wore today as PJs. I donât mind.â Â
Of course, you donât. Shaking your head, you knew what the two were insinuating. The adult language is too nuanced for your daughter to pick up on. Itâs not like youâve never slept over Nanamiâs place before; youâve done it dozens of times â even Tojiâs! However, this time was different; you three have crossed a line you didnât think was possible. What happened minutes ago was a mere taste of what could happen if you three decided to change this relationship into something more intimate. And now, after revealing the curiosity, the men were all in to see it through.
âŠAnd yet, you canât say you donât feel the same either. Are you kidding? You have goosebumps just thinking back on how close you three were, how their hands and lips felt on your skin, and their attention placed on nothing â on no one else â but you. It made your heart beat uncontrollably, knowing that your decade-long crush on them was being favored in more ways than one â like a dream come true!
âMom?â Snapping back to reality, you peer to Nobara, who awaits your answer. With a smile, you boop her nose with a finger.
âOnly if you go back to sleep, sweetpea.â
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The hour hand had finally met the twelfth number, the midnight hour designating the quiet neighborhood into a calm slumber. Light posts automatically turn on to display the sidewalk, yet the darkness of the night serves as a blanket to cover the silent homes.Â
Nanamiâs home was simple â a one-floor house perfect for the blonde man and his son. Aside from the living room and kitchen, it had a hall that harbored the bedrooms, Yuujiâs guest bathroom, and closet. The children were all resting in Yuujiâs room, the first door to the left youâd meet when entering the hallway. Other than the master bedroom, there was no other room besides the living room couch for you to sleep in.Â
Being by yourself is something Nanami wouldnât want, and Toji wouldâve primarily taken the couch since you had no plans of staying. But since thatâs been changed, the two men took this opportunity to enjoy their sleepover with your company, using the master bedroom at the end of the hall to further themselves from the ears of the snoring kids. Tonight, youâd finally have your answer by being spoiled by your crushes all night.
âDahhh, Toji, yer tongueâŠfingersâŠOhhh!â
âFuck, Y/n, you look so gorgeousâŠHere, kiss me, angel.â
âMmmm, fuckinâ shit, yâ taste so goodâŠWaited so long fr' this..."
You were practically stuck with them the moment they locked the door. After borrowing Nanamiâs shower, your nude body was met with hungry hands and hot kisses, drowning your senses with their overwhelming presence. Three naked bodies lie on the bed, you with your back to the sheets and legs spread. To your right was Nanami, making out with you lovingly while a hand cups and massages a breast. Toji had his face nestled between your thighs, his tongue licking around your labia and fucking your vagina, inspiring you to cry for the blonde next to you. The older man also pleases you by fingering your asshole with lube, conditioning it for future use.
You melt into Nanamiâs kiss, and soft tweaks on your nipple make you mewl into his lips more. But you withdraw to scream, âAhhaaa! Kentoo, touch me moreâŠâ
âHmm? What, baby?â He presses his lips to your cheek, kissing your chin to the outlet between your neck and shoulders. âYou like it when I play with your chest?â A low snicker humors him from watching you nod, and he brings his mouth to your nipple to suck on.Â
You grip the sheets, âOhhh, hoooâŠ! Tojiii, yâre gonna make me câUuuhh!â
He separates his mouth from your soapy folds, and your liquids stick to his chin. What an obscene sight with the grin he has on his face. âYeah? Ya wanna cum on my mouth, mama?â Unlike Nanami, Toji doesnât take a nod; heâs a bit of an asshat, so he licks your clitoris to tease. âUse them words, baby; wanna hear you say it frâ me.â
âYâYesss, yes, I do,â a hushed howl after Toji sucks on your pearl and the other rubbing on your nipple to the roof of his mouth. âPleaseee, I wanna cumâŠ!â
âHeh, well, donât go cumminâ on me just yet,â he kisses your slit before straightening up and pats your inner thigh. âAll ready frâ ya, Kent.â
Nanami then releases your nipple with a âpopâ and maneuvers to lay on his side. âCome here,â he asks, resting your head on his arm and lifting your leg. You hum at the contact of his glans meeting your cunt, âSo wet for me, huh?â He pushes his cock to the entrance, and you gasp at the tip inserted into your vagina. âRelax, angel,â he coos to you with a kiss on your nose, gauging your reaction as he slowly snugs your vagina with every inch of his cock.Â
Your mouth goes agape at the stretch of you taking him in; the feeling of his cock feels too good and surreal. And the brush of his dick on your sweet spots has you squeak, same with him poking on your cervix. He throws in a few thrusts to start, but you didnât expect that. No, fuck! He rubs on your walls at a precise angle, prompting your orgasm to come a bit too quickly to comprehend. So, you have to bite your lip to keep your scream hushed, letting the flutter of your cunt speak for you.Â
And Nanami notices it, hissing at the contraction. ââHnnm! ShitâŠDid you cum, sweetheart?â
âOh, did they?â And here comes Toji, straddling both the bodies below him. He leans into your face, licking your ear. âFelt that good, huh, baby? We havenât even started.â He kisses your forehead before uncurling back up and aligning his dick to your lubed anus. Then, he pushes the tip to be swallowed by your puckered hole, and you mumble small prayers as his fat length is pushed inside. âShit, this tight assâŠâ
The older man begins to move into you, his shaft churning the inside of your ass. Nanami does the same, his cock scraping your insides synched with Tojiâs rhythm. The movement has you immediately making noise beyond your control, wails bouncing around the space between you and the men.Â
It isnât long before the two find a groove; Toji pistons his cock with every pull of Nanamiâs, and sounds of skin slapping lasciviously against each other are picked up by your ears. How could you not tighten more around the limbs inside you, especially when they scrape on against your tender wails so accurately? Especially after coming, your nerves have not yet recovered from the wave earlier.Â
âOhh! Hoooh fuuuck,â your back arches a bit, helping the sand-haired man to find a better angle to scratch the upper wall of your vagina. Your vision is screwed shut, making it easier to indulge in the sensation of their cocks ravaging your insides.Â
Toji sees you from up top, his eyes traveling down to your ass and whistling at the sight of you taking his and the otherâs dick. âDamn, ya feel so good, Y/n. Ass so tight, act like ya donât wanna let go.â
God, whyâd he have to say it like that? Your face was hot enough; did he want to make you melt on this bed? And Nanami doesnât make it any better. âHeheh, they twitched,â he says matter-of-factly.
âYeah, felt it, tooâŠWhatâs goinâ on, sweetie?â Toji pulls his cock until his cockhead is on the verge of coming out, and he slams it back down to have you moan aloud. âYa like beinâ fucked like this? Takinâ Daddyâs cock like a good girlâŠ?â
âTheyâre gripping me again.â
âKen, stoop!!â The fair-headed man laughs at your protest, your resilience still present even if itâs wiped away in seconds when Toji quickens his pace. âNnhhhâŠ! N-Not too fast, Iâm sensitâveeeâAhhh!âÂ
âYou say that, but your body says otherwise, love,â Kento brings a hand to your hip to massage. ââNnnn! JesusâŠwanna cum so badâŠâ
Oh, fuck, imagine: being filled to the brim by Nanamiâs come? Being stuffed by both of them? It turned you on so bad. ââOhhhGod, please, cum inside me!â
Gold eyebrows furrow. âI canât, baby; donât got a condom onââ
âItâs okay, I want itâŠ!â The thought of getting pregnant again should be the very last thing that should pop into your mind right now. And yet, being knocked up by these two has you craving Nanamiâs release even more. âPleaseeplease, I want you to fill me upâŠ! Donât hold back for me, Ken.â You can tell heâs still on the fence about it. But with a kiss on his nose and a soft hand on his cheek, you convince him otherwise.
âWanna be the mother of my child so bad, huh?â He says with a chortle, âSo beautifulâŠâ Before he snaps his hips into you, Nanami brings you in for one more kiss and wraps his hand on your shoulder to keep you close. He ruts into you with purpose, making sure heâs balls-deep with every push and reaching the deepest he can. You howl at the brush of your cervix again, allowing him to use you to chase his climax.
âOh? You got him going, now,â Toji comments from above with a smirk, still maintaining the pace with Nanami despite the younger male going erratic. Your screams go higher and higher, so you bring in a hand to cover up the noise. This was not the time to test how thick the bedroom walls were, despite the kids sleeping a closet and office away.Â
Nanami groans into your lips; his length relentlessly rubs your silky texture. And when his orgasm does reach him, he grinds his pelvis, stirring his length so deep that you canât help but writhe with him. You can feel his penis pulsate with every pump of his load inside you, satisfying your excitement as your hand massages his skull. He keeps you like this until his body has calmed down, sluggishly removing his pillowy lips from yours with a sigh.Â
Chocolate brown orbs are fixated on yours, the hand on your hip coming up to wipe spit from your face. âGod, you drive me crazy. Making me cum inside, one childâs not enough?â
You titter, âWell, wouldnât hurt to have another, you think?âŠMmmm,â you almost forget about Toji. The raven-haired man removes himself from your ass, his shaft still standing.
âDonât forget âbout me, now,â he reminds you two of his presence, getting his frame off you both so you can move around.Â
You stand with your knees between Nanamiâs legs while he sits upright. âCome here,â he places his hands on your hips and leads you back onto his cock. This time, heâs the one entering your asshole, and you both moan at the union of your sexes. Once your ass meets the base of his pelvis, his arms wrap around your waist and carefully bring you down with him. Your back to his chest, his lips to your ear. âSo tight and warmâŠHmmm.â
This position is new to you â in fact, this was all new! You canât remember the last time you had your body this close and intimate with another figure. Itâs been so long â damn near bizarre - especially when your heat is transferring with the gold-haired man behind you. The aroused hums to your ears have you throb involuntarily; you could melt into his arms right about now.
That thought goes out the window when Tojiâs weight has you looking in front of you, and your brain nearly shuts down at the sight of the older man coming in between your legs to lift them, his emerald eyes locked on yours. Jesus, fuck! You had to turn away â it was all too much!Â
âAh ahh, donât go turninâ âway from me,â he gives your legs for Nanami to hold from the back of your knees, and then he cups your cheeks and moves your face back to him. âWaited almost ten years to have you like this, so I wanna see all of you, mama.â Just when your face couldnât get any more unreasonably hot, this handsome bastard just had to say that while fondling your chest! And it doesnât help the other charming face is placing kisses on your neck.Â
Toji uses this position to spread your folds; he canât suppress the ardent smirk lifting his scar. âKent did his thing on you, and ya still want more, huh?â You press your lips together when he slaps his glans on your leaky chasm. âWatch...â Your eyes follow down to the tip of his dick, vulgarly using the come seeping out of you as lube. You gasp sharply at the insertion, âBreathe frâ me, baby,â he coaxes you through every inch of him, burrowing inside your inner channel that you almost forget to blink from the display. The girth of him has you wail beneath him, and you cry at the poke of your cervix again! Christ, you donât know how long you can do this.Â
ââHnnghâŠ! Fuck, good girl,â the dark-haired one praises, grinding his pelvis down to churn more friction inside you. âSo good frâ Daddy...â
Slow ruts to your chasm begin the second round, three bodies rocking within a mutual cadence. You throw your head back with shut eyelids concentrating on the two dicks that push to and fro from your holes and scrape your walls. And a choked scream leaves your frame at the jab of your cervix again.Â
âOhhhshiit,â eyebrows furrow with a chewed lip, and the two men begin to quicken the pace. âHooohGod! Fâeel so goodâŠAhahhn!â
Toji puts his hands on the headboard as leverage, using his hips and the flex of his abdomen to take control. Fuck, seeing his nude physique so up close was too marvelous; it couldnât be true â it shouldnât be!Â
And Nanami is no better while whispering to your ear. âFeeling good, Y/n?â He teases your lobe with a lick, âGripping on us like crazy as if youâve been waiting for this, hmm?â You try to protest, but all that comes out are sobs when he jerks his hips unexpectedly. He chuckles, âSo cuteâŠHmm? Heh, you are feeling good, huh, love.â
Can you believe it? Being fucked by these two attractive men, and youâre fingering your clit in the midst of it all? Embarrassment rings your ears as your fingers swipe and grind around the neglected pearl. Toji and Nanami share a look for a split second, and then Nanami switches his hands with the other. Instead, an arm snakes around your waist to keep you on him, and the other silently moves yours aside to play with your clit.Â
That only has you crying even harder. Pinches to your clit and kisses to your leg accompany the increased speed of their thrusts. Tears well up at every jolt of your body from the frequent jabs to your vaginal walls, scraping your G-spot so precisely. And the length in your butt keeps feeling so fucking good! Grazing your velvet texture that you canât think straight.
ââGaahhh! Mmmph!â Your hand finds Nanamiâs wrist to hold on to as his middle and ring fingers swipe on your clitoris. You scream his name when he pitches it softly, âKentâOhhh! Shhtop, ish too much!!â
âYeah, too much?â He toys with it gently. âBut I donât hear you telling me to stopâŠâ
The two of them go at a sporadic pace, skin slapping onto yours harshly in sync. They nearly take your breath away, thanking God they have a hold on you before the momentum steers you away. âHahah, ohhh, ohmyGod, guys,â Toji bends down to add more of his weight, making you howl from the angle of his fat cock. âI cannnât; again, Iâm about to cuuhmm agaiinn!!!â
âReally? You wanna cum, baby? Mmph! Fuck, this pussyâŠâ He groans. âGonna be a good girl and let Daddy finish here, yeah?â You nod, and Nanami pinches your clit again on Tojiâs behalf. âWords, sweetie, words.â
âYesss, Daddyyy!âÂ
âGonna lay there and look cute while I knock ya up, right?â Again, the thought of having another baby should not have you excited. But again, thereâs no way your head could be right during all of this. âHmm? Want Daddy to give ya a baby?â
âMmmm! Please, Daddyyy, fill me upâŠ!â You were spouting out nonsense, but who cares? âMake me a mama againâŠOhhh!â
And he does just that, pounding his shaft at you so harshly that it rocks your entire body, especially with how he brings your legs up to your chest to have your slit fully exposed for him. âHoly shit,â he bites his lip as he eyes your nude frame before him. âLook so fuckinâ sexy like this, Y/n.â
You couldnât thank him for the compliment, your lips busy with Nanamiâs as he takes you in for a steamy kiss. Both men drill their members into you in erratic unison, leaving you a squealing mess for the fair-headed one to deal with. His hands continue to tweak and grind on your clitoris, and your orgasm hits you before you can prepare yourself with a tear trickling down.Â
And the flutter of your walls around their cocks eggs them onto waves of their own, groaning along with your cries as they piston you with the final ruts of their hips. Their pulsating lengths exert their loads inside your holes simultaneously, filling you up with their essence as their sweaty bodies heave and shudder. Nanami releases your clit from his grasp, the same with your lips.Â
He hums pleasantly, his brown orbs hooded yet comforting. âTold you I love having you around me.â
âBet yâre glad you stayed over,â Tojiâs hand finds its way to your chin after putting your legs down. He scoffs when you bashfully nod, bringing you in for a kiss. âDid so well, mamaâŠâ
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Mornings are typically a thing you share with your daughter in the comfort of your home. From the moment she came into your world to having her own room and bed, Nobara would always be the first thing youâd see when waking up. Coming into your room to greet you, pulling you out for something, or get dressed and ready for the day with you â it was a routine the two of you shared, a sacred thing to enjoy between parent and daughter. So, to wake up in a room different from yours or see a different face has been a rarity ever since she became your top priority.
This morning, though, was one of those rarities.
âGood morning, Y/n.â
Your eyes flickered open from birds chirping and the sun peaking from the bedroom curtains. Drowsy eyes scan around to see that you are not in your room, already being alerted that something had happened last night of the change of scenery. And when you look to see who lies beside you, it all hits you like a slap.
It was like a scene from a romance movie, waking up to Nanamiâs stunning face that was highlighted by the sunlight. Fair blonde hair that matched the softness of his russet eyes and a kind smile to match. And your breath hitches when he brings a hand to caress your cheek.Â
âMorninâ, Y/n.â
And, of course, he wasnât the only one whoâd be greeting you. You sheepishly turn around to see the other man looking at you, viridian orbs ready to meet your pretty face. The smile on his face pulls the scar on his lips, the man effortlessly shooting an arrow into your heart.Â
Everything that occurred the night before flashes, and the heat returns to dance on your cheeks and ears. Waking up in a different bed with two handsome men is one thing. To wake up to your crushes greeting you good morning, all three of you nude and comfortable after a night of mutual passion? Oh, you had to be dreaming still.
And yet, you couldnât look at either of them in the eyes, averting your gaze modestly. ââŠGood morning,â you say quietly, almost squeaking your heart out when they both move to be closer. They kiss you, embrace you, and give you attention as if your decade-long crush has finally been lifted for them to spoil you. Itâs kind of suffocating in a way. But, God, it felt so good.
Eventually, you got up and threw on some clothes to make food for everyone, Nanami joining you after putting his sleepwear back on. Toji had to leave for a moment to grab stuff from the store, his daughter waking up to the sound of him slamming the front door close. Then came Megumi, then Yuuji, who greeted Nanami with a hug, and now Nobara. The children sit around the table and mingle while you and the blonde fix some blueberry waffles, eggs, and bacon.
âIsnât that my dadâs shirt?â Megumi was the first to notice it, pointing to the sweatshirt that went with your loose jeans â the same sweatshirt that Toji wore yesterday.
You flatten your lips before coming up with an answer. âYesâŠI had nothing to wear for sleeping over, so he gave me his shirt. He didnât mind; he brought an extra one.â
âYou stayed over, Auntie?â Yuuji inquired after taking a sip of his apple juice. âWhere did you sleep?â
âOn the couch.â
Brown brows scrunch together before Nobara asks, âBut wasnât Uncle Toji the one whoâd sleep on the couch?âÂ
You open your mouth, but words fail to exit out. Sharing a glance with Nanami, who coughs while putting waffles on plates, he covers for you. âHe slept in my bed with me.â
âYou slept with my father?â Tsumiki interrogates, trying to stifle a laugh. âHe snores a lot, so Iâm sorry if you couldnât sleep, Uncle Nanami.â
As if on cue, the front door opens and closes with the arrival of her father, walking to kiss Tsumikiâs cheek and ruffle Megumiâs hair before entering the kitchen. He pulls something out of the plastic grocery bag and hands it to you. Putting the mixing bowl down, you take what seems to be a box, and your eyes widen to Tojiâs amusement. âIâd take those before leaving if I were you.âÂ
âJesus Christ,â you put the box of birth control to the side with a flustered face. âThank youâŠâ And before you can process it, Toji sneaks a kiss on your cheek with you distracted. The older man cackles to himself when you slap his arm and push him off. Thankfully, none of the kids notice.
âUncle Toji,â Nobara grabs the manâs attention. âIs it true you slept with Uncle Nanami?âÂ
The question takes him aback, but Tojiâs quick on his feet to reply. âYeah, I did. Your dad looks like a dead man when asleep, Yuyu.â
The pink-haired child nods along to the nickname. âMhmm! Even when he comes home from work, he looks like he hasnât slept in weeks, like some kind of vampire.â You snuck a glimpse at the sand-haired man, who rolled his eyes before bringing plates to put on the table.Â
âAnyways,â he diverts the conversation to a different subject, placing a plate full of food in front of the boys. âBe ready for the zoo after breakfast, Yuuji. Didnât you say you wanted to see the new tiger cubs?â
The Fushiguro siblings brighten with interest at the mention of the zoo, turning to their father, who instantly shuts them down with crossed arms. âDonât even think about it. Iâm already takinâ you two to the aquarium tomorrow; you want me to pay for more tickets for some animals?â
The joy in their eyes diminishes in seconds. âCheapskate,â Megumi mumbled under his breath, earning a blueberry to be thrown at him by Toji. But the siblings smile when Nanami says that they can come along.Â
âMomma,â you dreaded hearing your daughterâs voice during this conversation, hesitantly peering at the dark-haired girl after being given her breakfast. âCan I go, too?âÂ
Oh, goddamn it. âIâm sorry, baby, but I canât keep going back and forth from the house and wherever. Besides, you have karate today.â
âI can skip!â Your mouth drops at her enthusiasm. âBesides, we can just sleep over again!â
This girl! âNobara, you canât just go making those decisions like this is your home. Did you ask Yuujiâs father if it was okay to stay another night?â You probably shouldnât have said that, as the girl immediately asks the blonde father the exact question. And to your shock, he says theyâre free to stay another night. Youâre not helping! âYou donât even have an extra pair of clothes!â
And to make it worse, the onyx-haired man beside you says this, which makes you facepalm with a groan. âI can drive you two home and back. Saves ya some gas.â Youâre not helping either, and youâre just losing gas for my sake!
Mornings were supposed to be an easy thing to deal with. And yet here you are, dealing with a predicament. Shit like this is precisely why you donât stay for too long during Nobaraâs playdates and sleepovers; now youâre backed into a position where saying no seems futile. Nothing wrong with the children wanting to hang out more, but fuck does it throw the routine off. However, it wasnât all bad. Because the whole point of this was for the little girl to have fun with her friends, who are you to be a Debby downer on her parade?
PlusâŠyouâd get to hang out with Toji and Nanami for another day; that alone has your stomach running laps right now. Not only did you have your feelings reciprocated by the two men within a single night and then some, but youâre now invited to stay another day and enjoy the weekend in their company. You can sense their gazes on you, awaiting your answer â your approval to spoil and please you for one more night. And what makes your heart skip into flips is that there would probably be more days and nights to deepen this relationship between you threeâŠ
So, with a heavy sigh, you slide your hand down your face.
ââŠCan we at least go get some spare clothes first?â
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âËâżË° rafe and pogue!sweetheart!reader reevaluate their living situation now that sheâs carrying a little baby in her tummy.
warnings: babydaddy!rafe, pregnancy, soooo much fluff, crying (mostly happy tears! no worries), rafe is so reassuring :(
a/n: introducing rafeâs condo to my blog.. but tanneyhill will forever be my go-to :( also just a reminder: pogue!sweetheart!reader is only pregnant in this fic alone. meaning any other works i create with her are not correlated with this one UNLESS stated so <3 you could keep up with this little universe under the second tag of this post: ââËâč⥠pogue!sweetheart!reader & babydaddy!rafeâ
âwhy do you look so sad, baby?â rafe joined you outside, bringing you a cold glass of water as he urged you to sit down on his lap. you were growing teary-eyed again, your gaze falling on the pink and white camper in front of you. taking a small sip, rafe held onto the glass for you while you wiped at your tear stained cheeks. âitâs just,â you sniffled, âi know we canât raise a baby here, but this little thingâ itâs all iâve ever known..â you rested your head on his shoulder, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your thigh. rafe studied you for a moment, stroking the side of your face.
âiâve been meaning to talk about that actually,â rafe cleared his throat, âwhat if we didnât go house hunting?â his words drew your attention, a hum falling from your lips. âand stay here? i would love that,â you shook your head, âbut i know itâs for the best. we barely fit in there ourselves.â rafe laughed. âyeah, i know.. someone is always bumping their head when we have sex.â your cheeks heated as you slapped his arm playfully. âwell to be fair, it was just me in there before you came along,â you sighed, âi canât even imagine that now.â you pecked his cheek.
âat first, i thought maybe we could check out some houses on figure eight..â your eyes widened, your lips parting to reject his suggestion. âbut,â rafe interjected, âi know thatâs not really your scene.â he reassured you. âso i want to propose something else,â both of you looked at each other, âiâve been working on this blueprint, mâthinking we just get our house built out here. you could design the kitchen however you want, whatever would be best for you and your baking, we can put the nursery together, do the whole thing yâknow. go the whole nine yards.â you swallowed thickly, tears pricking your eyes.
âyou have a blueprint?â you smiled, your vision becoming blurry as rafe nodded. âyeah, you wanna see?â you whispered a âyes, please!â before he guided you inside. he reached for a spot you couldnât reach in your cabinet, unraveling the blueprint in question. âsee, right here? i thought youâd like the kitchen to have big window facing the backyard, oh, and right here!â he pointed a finger, âwe could have shelves built into the walls for the babyâs room, we could even have a reading nook for bedtime stories..â your heart felt so full right now, you swore it could burst at the seams.
âwhatâs this empty space right here in the backyard?â you held up the paper, pointing to a spot where a little white heart was drawn. â..that would be where your camper goes.â your head shot in his direction, your eyebrows knitting in confusion. âwhat do you mean?â you put the blueprint down, turning around while he caged you between his arms. âi think we should build the house just right out front, you donât have to move anything, relocate the camper, none of that. i could start getting the brush cleared out as soon as next week.â you blinked, your brain trying its best to piece everything together.
âyou thought of all of this in the two weeks since we found out?â your hands snaked up his chest until your arms wrapped around his neck. rafe embraced you, his eyes shutting at the sweet scent of your perfume. âi told you, you have nothing to worry about, sweetheart. iâm taking care of everything.â you breathed him in, both of you rocking softly as the wind chimes sung outside in the light breeze. you two stayed in a comfortable silence, the image of watching the sunset together on the porch of your own house with a baby on your hip flooded both of your minds.
âitâs perfect.â you looked up at him, smiling when he pecked the tip of your nose. âthe three of us, huh?â rafe loved the way that sounded rolling off of his tongue. âmhmm,â you let out a shaky breath, âthe three of us.â
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coming home with me
<san x fem!reader>
under the dim lights, Choi San realises that he just canât keep this casual when it comes to you.
genre/warnings: pwp, smut, furcoat!San, is San being toxic??? I guess weâll never know!, jealous dom! San, unprotected sex, reader is commando, car sex, fingering riding, breeding kink, spanking
a/n: ahoy!! yâalls gotta thank @bro-atz & @skteezcursed for the fic concept đ have been overwhelmed with life so Iâm presenting this as my compensation ~
w/c: 3.1K
Under the dim lights, your eyes slowly adjust, and much to your delight, you spot the man youâve been eye candying at a booth. Of course, you knew he was gonna be there considering youâve been stalking his socials, and casually asking your mutual friends about his favourite hang-out spots.Â
Heâs cute, you think, stealing glances at him from afar, wondering how you should approach him. A coincidence? Maybe stage an accident?Â
âAnd whatâs the end goal for you with him?â You hear your friendâs voice piercing into your thoughts.Â
Well, initially, it was mostly a light-hearted flirty thing. You just thought he was cute. All romance sparks started off with the thrill of liking someone. It just hadnât reached to that point with him yet.Â
âMaybe play around? I donât knowâ, you reply.Â
Or maybe it was just a farce to keep a certain guy off your mind.Â
âYou know, you donât have to force yourselfâ, your friend reminds you, her palm on your hand comfortingly. âYou should be direct with him.âÂ
You force a smile back to assure her.
âItâs fine. Iâm not gonna do anything foolish.âÂ
You donât notice the confused expression sheâs making at your answer because now youâre thinking if you should just let things unfold naturally. Amidst your pondering, your friendâs elbow nudges you.Â
âAnd heâs looking at youâ, she says. Your eyes glance upâand sheâs rightâyour little eye candy has seemed to catch your gaze. He smiles even though heâs on the other side of the room. You give him a small wave and he waves back. Then he gestures for you to go down to the dance floor. Youâre wondering if you should too as you watch him leave his booth and down the stairs to the crowded floor.Â
Unfortunately, you let the thought sit for a little too long because when you decide to leave the booth to the floor, youâve lost him.Â
Letting the flashing lights and lasers with the decent music from the DJ doesnât sound like a bad idea.Â
Soon enough, your eyes filter through the people and you catch your prey. He seems to be talking to someone but he also seems to have noticed your stare before he fully turns to you.Â
But as youâre steadily maneuvering the crowd to reach him, your eyes meet another manâsâsharp and all too familiarâand it seems as though heâs caught you too.Â
Your eyes widen and you immediately turn away, fishing your phone from your chest, opening your phone book to speed dial.
You bring your phone up to your ear, turning away from the approaching male deliciously styled in a black fur coat walking towards you, panic obvious in your tone while your friend picks up. You look up at her from the dance floor, eyes wide.Â
âBabe, you did not tell me that he was here?!â You whisper-shout. You watch your friendâs face widen her eyes before she shrugs.Â
âWho the hell did you think I was referring to just now? I was talking about Choi San!âÂ
Choi San has had his eyes on you since you settled in your booth. He never thought he would see you out of all the clubs that existed in this town. But despite the slight scowl present on his face when he realises youâre flirting with someone else at the same level booth he is on, thereâs a seed of desire thatâs lodged in his heart, that maybe he has a chance.Â
But first, he has to get rid of your little eye candy.Â
Sanâs eyes trail your movements carefullyâfrom the way you bat your eyelashes at the other male from the other booth, then to the way you stare after him as he walks down to the floor.Â
How have you not noticed him yet?Â
He stays put on the sofa, silently counting down how much longer itâd take for your eyes to rake over the rest of the booths to reach him.Â
Unfortunately, it only leaves him frustrated, and even tenfold when you leave your seat while your eyes search for him on the dance floor.Â
Guess he has to do it his way then.Â
He pushes past the wave of people, still locked onto you under the dim lights
The satisfaction that floods into his brain when your eyes meet his, his ears slowly tuning out the music, and he watches the way you eyes widen when you finally take notice of him from a distance.Â
And then you turn away. San cocks his eyebrow in confusion and irritation, and his footsteps towards you quicken.Â
Then he stops in his tracks once more.Â
Dear god, something might break today if he gets interrupted one more fucking time.Â
Your attention is stolen by your little eye candy. He got to you before San could.
Youâre well-aware that youâre being stared down by a certain male from your peripherals, and that certainly wasnât stopping you from pretending that heâs part of the air molecules, although not the easiest task when heâs boring a hole into your head.Â
You look back at your eye candy, plastering a pretty smile.Â
The both of you sink into small talk, leaning in closer in an attempt to hear each other over the music. Youâre listening to him, but your attention remains on someone else. Someone whoâs not hiding that heâs stealing glances at you.Â
âDo you wanna go somewhere private?â You hear him ask into your ear. His arm is snaking around your waist, and your interest is waning.Â
Youâre ready to reject him, and you jolt slightly when you feel a bigger pair of hands slide across your back replacing the unfamiliar warmth.Â
âSheâs got afterparty plansâ, San answers curtly. Itâs an automatic response that you swallow hard when let your eyes rake over San. His hair is slicked back, letting a couple strands fall past his eyes. Heâs smug with the corner of his lips curled up. Maybe itâs the confidence that you hate about him, but like a moth drawn to a flame, you canât seem to stay away from him.Â
You see the way the male tuts, then force a smile. âNo worries. Weâll see each other soon, yeah?âÂ
You nod, already losing him in the crowd, mostly because Choi San has your full attention.Â
Even under the dim lights, Choi San looks stunning. You realise youâre royally fucked when your eyes trail to the star of the showâthe fact that San isnât wearing anything underneath his fur coat. That piece of apparel somehow makes him look bigger, and itâs driving you insane. Well, if the tension escalates, he might get a surprise if youâre feeling generous enough. But right now, heâs eyeing you down like a predator, and itâs making you fall into his spell.Â
His arm isnât leaving your back. Heâs leaning in closer, making sure you hear his words loud and clear in your ear.Â
âThatâs your type?â
You do your best to hide the effects heâs having on youâignoring heat pooling between your thighs.
Your fingers play with the soft fur as he leans in and waits for your answer. He smells so fucking good.Â
You shrug, and that only bubbles his irritation further. His grip on your waist tightens slightly.
âAnswer me, darlingâ, he pushes, his palm sliding lower down.Â
âMaybe. We had a nice chat before you cut in. Seemed like a decent person.â
San furrows his eyebrows.Â
âWhat if heâs not a good person? Does that mean any guy that has a nice conversation with you a good person?â
His other arm is snaking around the back of your neck and he definitely feels your goosebumps. Heâs forcing you to look at him.Â
âSanâ, you huff, mentally bracing yourself from falling for his charms again. âAnd on what grounds do you have to be saying all of this?âÂ
âAs your best friend?â
You scoff, with a roll of your eyes. Painful to tear away from his chiseled body just peeking out.Â
San canât seem to pinpoint itâfor some reason, the interaction you had with your eye candy pricked him so much. But why? You and he have always been fooling around, leaving feelings at bay so it wouldnât âcomplicate thingsâ. But obviously after tonight, something clicked, and San is very sure he doesnât like you to be around other men that arenât him.Â
âIâm leaving, Choi San. Itâs hard to hear you with all these people aroundâ, you make up the excuse, smacking his arm away with much reluctance, only for him to snatch you back once more. San makes sure you hear him loud and fucking clear when he leans into your ears.Â
âWe should go somewhere private then.â
Your moan in the kiss sets him off. Your hands trail up his bare body, and his hands are on your thighs.Â
Fucking you in his car wasnât Sanâs preferenceâhe prefers a little more spaceâ but heâs not complaining when he has you slowly unravel right before him, forced to press yourself against him even with the seat reclined and his thick erection is just shameless pressing against your body con dress.Â
His fingers slip under your dress, and he groans when he feels your bare pussyâwet, puffy and just ready.Â
And for some reason, it pisses him off when thought of your eye candy being the one to discover this instead of him.Â
âJust how much of my buttons are you gonna push tonight, princess?â He asks rhetorically, his sharp eyes locked onto yours, trying not to snap from how wet you are.
You steady yourself on his lap, your mind slowly growing blank whenever his thick fingers graze your clit and past your sopping hole.Â
âYou were just begging to be fucked, huh?â San asks with his fingers circling so close to your pussy.Â
âSan!-â
âTell me then: who were you hoping to fuck you stupid tonight?â
Your begs come in the forms of soft whimpers, and a sob rips from you when he plunges two thick fingers in, filling you up so fucking full.
Shit. Shit. Shit.Â
His fingers fucking your cunt isnât helping you think.Â
You know thereâs no way around this. As much as you hated to admit, San always seemed to have the upper hand. Nonetheless, your unintentional plan had roused a side of him youâve never seen before.Â
âIâm waiting.âÂ
It takes almost all of your strength to focus on answering him, and itâs making you frustrated because heâs intentionally missing the spot that he knows can send you seeing the stars.Â
âYouâ, you answer meekly.
âCanât hear you, sweetie.â His fingers press against your g-spot, and you lean closer to his body on reflex, your hands gripping his fur coat. You could just smack the smug look off Choi San if he didnât have two fingers stuffed in you.Â
âYou! Oh, fuck-â You cry out when he misses your g-spot on purpose once more.Â
âRight answer, sweetie. You deserve a reward for being a good girl, hm?â
You canât even answer. His thumb is rubbing on your clit, it sends electricity all over in the best way possible on top of his fingers hitting your sweet spots over and over again. The wet sounds of your pussy squelching only bring up the thick tension.Â
âLook at you, tightening up like this. Are you gonna cum for me?â His voice drops an octave, lulling you closer to your impending orgasm. You hate the way he knows every nook and cranny of your body as if itâs his. You just really cannot escape him.Â
His words continue to edge you closer.Â
âOh, thatâs a good fucking girl. Keep squeezing my fingers like that. Iâm the only one who makes you feel this fucking tight, right?âÂ
You fucking hate Choi San.Â
Cream seeps past his fingers from your hole when your orgasm brings your vision to white. Your moans fill up the car when it wrecks your body in waves, your nerves flooding with pleasure over and over.Â
And San isnât letting you leave the damn car, not until youâre screaming his name.Â
Heâs not faring any better himself and he could just get off just by watching you cum all over him like that.Â
His fingers leave your soaking cunt, slightly pruning with strings of your cum in between his fingers. While you catch your breath, San forces you to watch him lick his sticky fingers clean while his free hand shifts your fingers to his bulging erection thatâs just begging to be let out. Heâs grown so fucking hard that you wonder if it hurts.Â
You unbutton and unzip his trousers, then push yourself to the side towards the car door to give him enough space so heâs able to fully remove his trousers. You canât help but worry if the both of you would be caught, even though San assured you that he parked at a secluded spot. Your eyes dart to the windows, noticing how itâs beginning to grow foggy.
Oh. Itâs about to get a lot more foggy.Â
Sanâs touch pulls you out of your thoughts. Although youâve fucked many times, the sheer fucking size of his cock never fails to make you swallow hard.Â
Your hands wander up his tits as you settle back down onto his thighs. The realisation hits you thenâthe only clothing article Choi San has on right now is his fucking fur coat.Â
He catches onto your stare and smiles in response.Â
âWhy? Is the thought of getting fucked by your favourite person wearing a fur coat getting you excited?â
You narrow your eyes at him, and you palm his bare, thick, and sticky cock, making San groan in reply.Â
âFavourite? What makes you think youâre my favourite?âÂ
He chuckles and makes your heart flutter.Â
âMany things, sweetheart. Just as youâre mine.â
Youâre really gonna end up losing to him, huh?Â
You lift your hips instead, lining up to his cockhead, and then letting San guide your hips down his fat cock, making you take him inch by inch. You bite your lip at the feeling of his cock filling you up so disgustingly good, and San has his eyes screwed shut, a strained groan leaving his lips when your warmth envelops him so fucking good.Â
âThatâs it. Youâre so fucking warm and tight for meâ, San mutters in pleasure through half-lidded eyes.Â
Riding San sometimes feels too much for you, in the best fucking ways possible because heâs all the way in, and he knows that very wellâhow easily you get sensitive and squirmy just from sitting on his cock.Â
You slowly bounce off his cock, grabbing his shoulders for leverage. He likes that you have to lean into him while he fucks you from below so he can whisper the most dirty things into your ear just to make you clench around him.
His palms slide down your ass, following the momentum of you bouncing off his cock, then landing a tight slap against your skin to hear your gasp and feel you tighten on his cock.Â
The sting feels so fucking good that another slap has your pussy leaking cream all over his cock once more.Â
âS-San! If you keep doing that-â you cry, another slap to your ass making you jolt, sinking even deeper into his cock.Â
âThatâs your punishment for flirting with another man in front of me like thatâ, his voice buzzing in your ear.Â
Another smack.Â
Your thighs are trembling from the overstimulation.Â
One more smack.Â
Your mind is about to shut off. Sanâs cock is pressing against your g-spot with even more pressure than his fingers.Â
The windows have completely fogged up.
âSan, please. Oh my fucking god. Gonna fucking cumâ, you whine, arms tight around his neck, intoxicated with the smell of his musk mixed with his cologne.Â
Sanâs grunts fill your ears when your second orgasm drowns you again, your cunt pulsing uncontrollably around him, cream just pooling at the base of his cock. He groans and buries his nose into your neck, his mind fuzzy from how close his orgasm is.Â
âIâm gonna cum in you. Wanna plug your pussy hole full of my cum.Â
And youâre gonna take all of it like a good girl.â
âYes, pleaseâ, you reply, much to his pleasant surprise. So his large hands hold your legs down, listening to you whine while his cock fills you up endlessly with warm and thick cum with moans escaping his lips every few seconds from how fucking good he feels.Â
He pushes you off his body gently, his eyes reflecting the hearts in your glazed-out eyes. His thumb brushes against the corner of your lips and he pushes his thumb past your lips.Â
âSuch a good fucking girl, letting me fill you up with my load. Does it feel good?â
You nod, twitching slightly from the overstimulation since he still has you stuffed full of both dick and cum. San wants to keep this sight of you in his brain foreverâsucking on his finger, sweating with him post-orgasm, staring down at him with watery eyes while his cum just leaks past your puffy pussy hole even though his cock is plugging your cunt.Â
San pulls you into a deep kiss, and you reciprocate it in between breathless pants and sighs.Â
âFuck. I think Iâm in loveâ, he mutters loud enough for you to hear.Â
You donât know how to answer to that, but you feel your face flushing. He grabs the tissues stowed in the storage compartment and quickly cleans the both of you up after he lifts you off his softening cock.Â
You instinctively shift to the passenger seat, and San removes his fur coat to cover you. You watch him grab a black tank top from the back seat, then fit his trousers over his thighs.Â
He rolls down the windows despite the air-con running, just to rid the smell of sex.
You wrap his coat closer to you when the night breeze kisses your cheeks.Â
âSo, are you gonna send me home?â Thereâs a strange tint of hope you have that heâd decline.Â
San stares at you with an expression that confuses youâone that makes you wonder if you had said something weird. Then he smiles after that.Â
âYouâre coming home with me, sweetheartâ, San tells you as he loops his tank top over his head before he switches gear to move out.Â
âItâs gonna be a long night for the both of us.âÂ
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IâM YOURS | JAKE SIM
pairing: ex!jake x afab!reader, friend! sunghoon x afab!reader
summary: despite your best friend and sunghoonâs attempts to get to you move on from your ex-boyfriend, you just simply cannot get over jakeâand he canât either.
word count: 6.1k
genre: friends to undefined. exes to ambiguous. college setting.
warnings (18+): smut (absolute filth.) fluff (if you use a microscope lmfao). alcohol. mentions of breakups. (slightly) possesive jake. kissing. grinding. nipple play (f. recieving). fingering (f. recieving.). unprotected sex. slightly rough sex. doggie. slight hair pulling. multiple orgasms. both reader and jake are stubborn as hell. (let me know if thereâs anything missing!)
A/N: inspired by the request posts from @rivaillescum and @teddursa â I got wayyy to carried away lol but first long fic post!
âWhat about him?â Aeri yells over the music, your eyes following her pointed finger towards a man leaning against the wall with his eyes glued to the phone in his hand.
âPark Wonbin from art history?â You turn to the girl with an eyebrow raised, âPark Wonbin, whoâs had a girlfriend since last fall?â
Aeri's shoulders sink, âI shouldâve known someone who looked like that wasnât single.â You laugh at her bummed out expression, sipping the drink in your hands as you subtly dance to the music playing.
âNow him?â She nods towards the direction of another man, expressively dancing in the large crowd, âI cannot have a one night stand with a wannabe tiktoker Ae.â
âWhy are you so difficult?â She groans, resting her head against the wall.
âJust give up already.â
âI canât,â she whines, âI brought you out tonight so you could have fun, and get over Jake.â
You almost choke on your drink, âWhat? It's been likeâŠtwo weeks since we broke up.â
âExactly.â She retorts. âThatâs why I shouldn't catch you staring at his contact all the damn time.â Your mouth falls open, âThat was just one time!â
Aeri raises her eyebrows and you fall silent, already foreseeing your defeat in this little argument.
âLook,â Aeri says, her voice softening, âwhat matters is that this time youâre really done with him.â Her words were gentle, but the weight of them hit you harder than you expected. Aeri meant well, but the truth was embarrassing.
It had been two weeks since you broke up with Jakeâfor the third time in four months. Yes, third.
And no, you didnât know why you kept going back either. Maybe dating a frat boy who happened to be a soccer star wasnât your brightest idea.
Looking back, it seemed like you'd signed up for trouble with a side of emotional whiplash and good sex.
At first, Jake had been amazing.
Sophomore year started like a rom-com: he treated you like royalty, planned cute dates, stayed up all night with you in the library (even though he wasnât the one with exams), and Jake just couldnât get enough of you. The first six months were straight out of your dreams.
Your friends were gagging at how cute you were, even painting your face with his team colours to cheer him on with your friends from the bleachers like the supportive girlfriend you wereâwaiting for him to sweep you off your feet with a kiss whenever he won a game.
Then, everything changed after the final soccer game for the College Cup. Jakeâs hero moment brought home the trophy, and suddenly, soccer was his whole life. You were still proud of him, of course, but things quickly started to feelâŠoff.
Calls became shorter, dates were postponed, and before you knew it, you were practically his motivational speaker, squeezed in between practice sessions and interviews.
By the end, it felt like you were on his schedule, like a convenience more than a priority. He only called when he needed somethingâand that was obviously whenever he was horny and wanted to fuck what ever stress he had out of him.
You finally confronted him about it, hoping heâd realize that he was treating you like a fuck buddy more than his girlfriendâbut instead, Jake argued, claiming he was too âbusyâ for âall that other dating stuff.â
That was your tipping point.
So, you broke up. And just when you thought you were free and ready to move on, summer ends and Jake reappears like some kind of relationship boomerang.
He apologized, said all the right things, told you how much he missed youâand boom. Hours later, youâre back in his bed, wondering how it all happened.
The cycle was maddening. Each time heâd win you over with apologies and promises, things would feel perfect again, and thenâŠwell, you knew how it went.
âThis time, itâs really over,â you declare over the pounding music, convincing yourself more than anyone else.
The last breakup was the worst yet. You argued for hours, screaming about relationships and priorities, and it finally hit you: Jake didnât really deserve your time.
So why was it so hard to let him go?
You brushed away the ache in your heart as your argument came to mind, downing what was left of your drink to somehow dull the pain and take solace in the alcohol settling into your system.
âYou just need a rebound.â Aeri says over the music, âI promise you, a good one night stand might just give you a fresh start and get you out of Jake's chokehold.â
âSo is that why you dragged me to a party being hosted by his frat house?â You inquired with amusement. âOh come on! Not every guy here belongs to the frat.â
You mull over her âreboundâ statement, eyes surveying the crowd as your nails made dents into the empty can. âSpeaking of...â Aeri trails off and you follow the direction of her gaze to another one of your university's well known juniors and soccer players, Park Sunghoon.
Your eyes landed on his, staring at you from across the room with a gaze that made your cheeks warm. Sunghoon was one of the other popular boys in the year. He was sweet, funny, playful and damn that smileâ you understood why girls fell at his feet.
You and Sunghoon had a few interactions before. You volunteered as a first aid for their soccer games on a few occasions, and he consistently took the chance to talk to you whenever you were present or needed his supposedly real injuries examined.
âHe's been watching you for quite a while now.â She adds, playfully bumping her shoulder against yours. You divert your attention from him and look back at your best friend who was sporting a cheeky grin.
âThe goalkeeper, Ae? Thatâs such a low blow.â
The girl besides you shrugs, moving her body to the beat of the music, âSoâŠ? He clearly likes you and Iâm one hundred percent sure heâd treat you better than he ever did.â
Youâre about to open your mouth to say something when she cuts you off. âOh! I think I have to go to theâŠbathroom! Iâll see you later (Y/N).â She says, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek before rushing away from your side.
Your eyebrows meet in confusion as she dashes away from you, mouth agape at her sudden and abrupt departureâeven running the opposite way.
But before your mind can conjure up any reasons, you hear your name being called in the loud crowd, turning to see Sunghoon making his way to you.
Oh. I see what you did there Aeri.
"Hey, angel," Sunghoonâs voice is low, with that unmistakable charm as he saunters up to you, eyes locked on yours.
"Sunghoon," you breathe, smiling as he closes the distance, his arms opening for you. His gaze flickers over your face, lingering just long enough to send a shiver down your spine.
"Knew Iâd recognize that pretty face anywhere," he murmurs as his arms slip around your waist, pulling you close.
For a moment, you let yourself sink into himâhis scent wrapping around you, the firm warmth of his hands pressing against your lower back. Itâs like everything around you fades except the feel of his body, the way your heart picks up in rhythm with his.
âHowâve you been?â you ask softly, voice catching just a bit as he pulls away, though his hands stay where they are, fingers resting casually on your hips.
âAny âinjuriesâ since Iâve been gone?â You tease, and the sound of his laugh sends a thrill through you.
âYou noticed, huh?â Sunghoonâs voice drops a notch lower, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles just above your hip.
You smirk, raising an eyebrow. "How many times were you going to fake a knee injury in one game?â
âAs many times as it took to get you close.â His hand lifts, brushing a few strands of hair from your face, his fingertips grazing your skin just enough to make you bite your lip.
âItâs kinda hard to keep my eyes on you when I'm supposed to be, yâknowâŠplaying.â His lips curl into a slow smirk, eyes burning into yours.
âWell,â you whisper, feeling the heat rise between you, âyouâve got me all to yourself now.â
Sunghoonâs gaze drops to your lips, making your pulse race. The air thickens, and the corner of his mouth lifts. âYeah?â His voice is pure temptation, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. âDo I get to kiss you too?â
You donât even have to think about it. You nod, lips parting slightly, eyes dipping to his mouth. His smirk deepens as he closes the distance, and your breath catches, waiting for the touch you've been craving.
Sunghoon wasted no time kissing you, softly crashing his lips against yours in a way that made you hum in content.
You could taste the remnants of his drink as he kissed you slowly and softly, meticulously exploring your mouth with his tongue as his hands stayed glued to your hips, rubbing your sides through the silk fabric of your minidress.
Your hand drifted to his, guiding it down to cup your ass which made him groan into your mouth. Sunghoon broke away from the kiss, softly biting your bottom lip as he pulled away with a smirk.
He leans closer to the shell of your ear as he whispers, âDo you want to take this upstairs?â The feeling of his hand caressing your ass makes you sigh, already feeling the fabric of your underwear sticking to you.
But before you could even respond, your eyes landed on someone who had suddenly materialised across the room, heart dropping to your stomach and your breath catching in your throat.
Jake.
His clenched jaw made you conclude that his eyes were seemingly already on you for what mustâve been like a while now, searing holes through you and Sunghoon from afar.
Your ears grew warm, gently pushing the tall man off you with a strained exhale. âIs everything alright? Did I do anything wrong?â Sunghoon asked as he scanned you worryingly.
âOf course not!â You immediately protest, âI justâŠâ you trailed off as your eyes darted to the man who was still staring at you before they landed back on Sunghoonâs concerned ones.
âI donât think Iâm feeling well.â
It wasnât a lie. You felt like you were gonna throw up with all the bile that was rising in your throat.
Why did he have to appear right now?
You could feel yourself slowly sobering up as you glanced at Jake once again, warm brown eyes staring you down in a way that made your breathing stutter.
âI think I need to go to the bathroom.â You mutter as you look away, swallowing the unwelcomed lump in your throat.
âOhâŠthe line to the bathroom looks pretty bad right now, you could use ours upstairs?â
âReally?â
âYeah! Sure!â He nods with a smile, âdo you want me to go with you?â
You shake your head, âIt's okay, IâllâŠIâll be backâ You smile weakly, pressing a quick kiss on Sunghoonâs lips before you slip away from his hold.
You couldnât even bother to reply to his distant âcall me if you need meâ as you travelled through the sea of bodies, trying to find your way to stairs as your heart hammered out of your chest.
Shit.
Nothing couldâve prepared you to actually see Jake, even if you half-heartedly expected it. The frat house was so large, you had concluded that you probably wouldnât have to see him.
Some part of youâregrettably and painfully so, already concluded that he was probably somewhere, rutting into some girl that threw herself at him, celebrating the freedom of being single or something.
You stormed up the stairs, making a beeline for the bathroom, relieved to find that it was empty as Sunghoon had mentioned, and as soon as the door closed behind you, you let out a weary sigh, muttering a curse under your breath.
Now you were mad at yourself. Why did you push Sunghoon away?
You couldâve let the junior lead you upstairs all while Sunghoon watched, knowing he knew exactly what youâd be up toâbut you pushed him off. You could already imagine Jakeâs joy when you walked away, leaving Sunghoon alone in the crowd.
Well done (Y/N).
Well-fucking-done. You thought to yourself as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, but your little self berating session was interrupted by the suddenly louder and crispier sound of music emitting into the bathroom, eyes travelling to the opened door.
When Jake comes into view, you roll your eyes and sigh inwardly. âWhat the hell do you want, Jake?â Is all you say, instantly plagued by irritation.
It was hard to admit, but he did look good tonight. All traces of his once blonde tinged hair were drowned out by the colour of jet black and it suited him so well.
He was dressed in a black dress shirt, chain around his neck and pair of loose fitting jeans that hung around his hipsâa simple outfit that still looked undeniably great on him.
âI just came to check on you,â he shoves his hands in his back pockets as he nods his head to the door, âyou didnât look so well out there.â
âIâm fine.â You say, turning away, âcan you get fuck out now?â
âWoah, just hang on a sec,â Jake sighs, âI havenât seen you in ages, princess.â
Princess.
âIâm not your princess anymore Jake,â you deadpanned. âWe broke up, remember? For good this time.â You added, emphasising the finality of it.
You wanted to make it clear that there was no going back, that this time Jake couldn't make you cave or entice you to return.
You were ready for somethingâsomeoneâ new, and you were pretty sure he was still waiting for you downstairs.
This was the perfect time to leave before youâd probably do anything youâd regret, especially when you noticed Jakeâs lingering gaze on your minidress.
You cleared your throat, rolling your eyes as you tried to slip past Jake, but he blocked your way, his hand grabbing your wrist. His grip wasnât forceful, but it was enough to halt you. âSo, youâre really going back to him?â His words were sharp, a hint of desperation creeping in.
You rolled your eyes dramatically. âThatâs none of your business.â Yanking your hand free, you spun on your heel, making for the door without so much as a second glance.
â(Y/N), baby, wait.â He followed closely, reaching out again, but you dodged him with a huff, crossing your arms tighter around yourself.
âJake, seriously, just leave me alone.â
âBabyââ He finally managed to catch your arm, stopping you in your tracks. You groaned, throwing your head back with exaggerated frustration. âWhat now, Jake?â
He tried to meet your eyes, but you refused, stubbornly staring at anything that wasnât his face. His hand cupped your chin, gently turning your face to his. âCan we please talk? Please?â Jakeâs voice was soft, almost pleading, and that stupid thumb of his traced along your jaw, sending a wave of heat through you that you definitely did not want to feel right now.
âFine. Whatever,â you muttered, not quite looking at him but letting him lead you into his room.
As the door closed behind you, muffling the noise of the party downstairs, your gaze drifted around the room, filled with memories you werenât ready to be reminded of yet.
But Jake didnât give you the chance to settle into those thoughts. âSunghoon?â he asked, his voice dripping with disbelief as he turned to you. His expression darkened instantly. âSeriously? Sunghoon?â
You snorted, shrugging carelessly. âYeah, so what? Heâs hot.â
Jakeâs jaw clenched so hard you could practically hear his teeth grinding together. âSo, whatâyouâre actually gonna sleep with him?â He sounded like he couldnât decide if he was hurt or furious.
You folded your arms, lifting your chin defiantly. âMaybe. Whatâs it to you?â
âWhatâs it to me?â He stepped closer, and this time, you didnât flinch. You wanted him to be mad. You liked him like this, all riled up and focused on you.
âYouâre gonna fuck the one guy you told me not to worry about? The guy whoâs been after you since the day we got together? My friend and my teammate?â
His eyes narrowed at you and you shrugged again, feigning indifference even though your heart was beating way too fast. âWeâre not together anymore, Jake. I can sleep with whoever I want.â
Jakeâs eyes flashed with something you couldnât quite readâanger, hurt, jealousy, all rolled into one.
âWow. You really donât care, do you?â His voice had gone quiet now, the kind of quiet that made you feel something twist in your stomach.
You opened your mouth to snap back, but the words didnât come out as easily as you wanted them to. âI donâtâŠI mean, I told you, Iâm not your girlfriend. You donât get toâ
âI donât get to?â He cut you off, his laugh bitter as he ran his hand through his hair, pacing in front of you. âYouâve really moved on, huh? That easy?â
You swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. This wasnât how you wanted this to go. But before you could say anything, he stepped closer again, backing you up until your legs hit the bed.
âYou still feel something, (Y/N),â he said, his voice low, and the way his eyes bore into yours made it impossible to deny, even if you wanted to. âYouâre still mine. You know it.â
Your heart was racing now, his closeness making it hard to breathe. But you werenât about to let him win that easily. âIâm not yours, Jake. Not anymore.â Your voice wavered, just slightly, but you held your ground.
His hand reached out, fingertips brushing your arm, the touch so light it made your skin tingle. âSay it again,â he murmured, leaning closer. âTell me you donât care.â
You swallowed, hating how your resolve was crumbling under his touch. âIâI donât care,â you repeated, but the words sounded less convincing now, and you both knew it.
âIâm done with you, Jake.â Your voice came out sharper, laced with defiance, but the flicker of doubt behind it didnât go unnoticed by your ex boyfriend.
âAre you sure?â Jakeâs words were smooth, almost teasing, as he leaned in closer, fingers drifting over to the slope of your neck. He saw the way your eyes betrayed you, flickering to his lips for a brief second, and his smirk grew. âBecause you donât look over me.â
You rolled your eyes, even though your pulse quickened. âHas anyone ever told you how insufferable you are?â The bitterness in your laugh didnât mask the heat that rose to your cheeks.
âMaybe. But it doesnât make it any less true,â he said, his voice infuriatingly smug. âI saw you staring at me out there, (Y/N). You couldnât keep your eyes off me, even with him standing right there.â
âYouâre delusional,â you shot back, but the words didnât have the bite you wanted them to. There was an edge of frustrationâat him, at yourselfâthat you couldnât shake. âI wasnât staring at you.â
Jake chuckled softly, stepping in just enough that you could feel his breath against your skin. âSure, baby. Whatever helps you sleep at night.â
âYou are such an asshole,â you hissed, trying to inject some venom into the words, but it came out more exasperated than you intended.
Jake tilted his head, his gaze softening in that maddening way, like he knew exactly how to unravel you. âCome on (Y/N), donât be like that. You know you miss me.â
You clenched your jaw, trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach, the warmth creeping into your chest. âI donât miss anything about you.â
âReally?â he whispered, his hand finding its way to your face, his thumb brushing your cheek as his touch sent sparks through your skin. âBecause I miss you. Iâve been thinking about you all week.â
Your heart skipped a beat, and you could feel the traitorous warmth spreading through your veins.
His eyesâthose stupid, beautiful brown eyesâwere staring right into yours, and you hated that they still had that effect on you. But you werenât about to give in. Not this time.
âI bet you have,â you muttered, rolling your eyes, though the sarcasm lacked its usual punch. âProbably because you miss having someone at your beck and call.â
Jakeâs smirk faltered, but his gaze didnât waver. âThatâs not it, and you know it.â His voice was lower now, more intimate, tracing his thumb along your jaw. âI miss you.â
Your chest tightened and you hated how easily he got to you, how your demeanor crumbled the second he looked at you like that.
âIâve moved on,â you said, but your voice was weak, barely above a whisper.
âHave you?â He breathed, leaning in so close you could feel the heat of his bated breath against your lips, âbecause right now, you donât look like someone whoâs moved on.â
You shouldâve pushed him away, told him off like you promised Aeri you would. But instead, a warm feeling fluttered in the pit of your stomach as his lips hovered just out of reach.
Jakeâs fingers traced the line of your jaw, then down the side of your neck, sending electric shivers through your body as he leaned in even closer. The air between you was thick with tension, your breath shaky as you struggled to maintain control, slowly failing your resistance to give in to the desire that threatened to pull you under.
Jakeâs lips brushed against yours before crashing against them in a heated, desperate kiss, his hand falling waist with tightening grip as if he was afraid to let go.
You kissed him back fiercely, your hands gripping his shirt as if to anchor yourself to the moment, all the anger, frustration, and unresolved feelings pouring into the kiss.
His soft plump lips moved unrelenting and hungrily against yours, his hands moving to cup your cheeks, fingers resting on your jaw as he deepened the kiss.
You tried to stay balanced as so many feelings crashed over you in equal measures, desperately leaning up into the kiss as you tried to match his fervour.
Oh, how you missed it.
His lips, his touch.
It all felt like a drug, a drug you disappointingly couldn't get enough of.
You fell into the bed softly, letting Jake hover over you without breaking the kisses, âI missed you.â he whispers, before kissing you again.
For a split second, you pulled back, breathless, your chest rising and falling as you looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. âYouâre still an asshole,â you muttered, though there was no bite left in your voice now.
Jakeâs lips curved into a smirk as he leaned in again, capturing your lips in another kiss, this one slower, softer. âYeah, but youâre still kissing me,â he whispered against your lips.
Jakeâs lips continued to moved against yours and you could barely breathe from the tightness in your chest, tangling your fingers into his soft hair as you drew him closer.
He pulled away and you barely had a second to think before his lips were on your neck, head falling to the side as soft sloppy kisses were pressed onto your skin, eliciting a soft moan from you.
You could feel Jake smirk against your neck, sucking marks into your skin that you were sure he wanted to show.
Your eyes flutter shut as his hands slowly ease down your body, his touch firmer than last time, lips lingering on the slope of your neck and fingers sliding under your dress.
Jakeâs warm palm slid up the inside of your thighs and a wave of anticipation and desire coursed through you, a sound escaping your throat only to be muffled by his lips.
He pulled away and latched his lips to your collarbone, sucking and littering the skin with hues of purple as his fingers traced along your underwear making you arch your back reflectively.
"Iâve missed this." Jake whispers, hooking his finger around the waistband of your underwear, pressing a trail of sloppy kisses down the valley of your breasts as he slowly pulls your underwear off.
A shaky sigh fell past your lips at the feeling of the cool air hitting your cunt, and you couldnât help but cry at the feeling of Jakeâs fingers running up your glistening folds.
âWellâŠIâŠhavenât.â You breathe out stubbornly as his other hand pushes your straps over your arms, fingers brushing the cup of your dress away and running over your naked breasts.
The feeling of his cold rings grazing over your nipples makes you clench around nothing, half lidded eyes staring back at his lustful ones.
âHmm. Really?â He asks, looking down between your legs, raising his eyebrow as he looked up.
âThat was probablyâŠâ You begin, slowly losing your train of thought at the feeling of his hand caressing your breasts. âShitâthat was probably Sunghoonâ You only manage to say in between swallowed moans.
âCome again?â
Your cheeky smile was quickly wiped off, as his fingers traced up and down your folds, biting your lip with a whine as he circled your wet entrance.
A soft breathy moan leaves your lips, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as his fingers slid into you with ease, leaning into his touch. âJake, shitââ Your voice cuts off, mouth falling agape as he slowly drags his fingers in and out of you.
âThatâs what I thought.â
Prick.
Jakeâs plump lips latch onto your erect nipple, tongue swirling and sucking on the sensitive bud and your head falls back into the pillow biting your lip as your hands weave into Jakeâs soft hair.
Jake groaned around your sensitive bud, making your whole body twitch at the vibration. His tongue moved to your other one, giving it the same treatment and you couldn't stop yourself from grinding against him, needing more.
His tongue and fingers were doing wonders on you, trying to silence the sounds falling from your lips. You resisted your moans by biting your lip to avoid giving him that satisfactionâwhich he obviously hated.
Jake could still tell that you were falling apart, ruining the fabric of his shirt and grinding into his fingers breathlessly, but that wasn't enough, he wanted to hear you.
âSo weâre playing it that way, huh?â He pulled away, chest heaving against yours as you grabbed his arm, fingers continuing to pump into you, throwing head back with a breathy, almost silent moan before looking back at him.
âWhat way?â You rasped, feigning innocence, watching your ex-boyfriend chuckle to himself.
âOkay.â
And before you could get lost in the feeling of his fingers any longer, he slips out of your cunt, whining at the loss of his touch.
You were barely given time to protest or process anything before he swiftly flipped you over, face meeting the soft pillows that adorned his bed with a surprised gasp.
You could feel your heart thrum against your chest, face growing warm at the compromising position Jake just put you in.
You turned around, glancing at Jake's lips wrapped around his fingers, sucking your arousal clean off with a delighted hum.
He eyes darted over to yours, and you tore your eyes away, that dull ache returning to your thighs from the sight.
âMâgonna fuck you so good,â Jake's eyes trailed over your backside, âyouâll scream my name.â He groaned, kneading the soft flesh of your ass as your breath stuttered.
Jake quickly got rid of his clothes and you hated the way your heart skipped a beat in anticipation.
âAre you sure about that?â You challenge, almost yelping when he suddenly grabs your hips flush to his own.
He leaned over to you, brushing your hair away from your face as he pressed a soft kiss on the side of your temple.
âYou and that damn attitude.â Jake clicked his tongue as he ran his cock along your folds, soft whimpers leaving your lips as he slowly pushed himself into you.
Jake watched as he eased himself in, moaning at the way your warmth and wetness sucked him in like a vacuum.
The stretch felt so good, so undeniably good and you hated the way your walls instantly fluttered around him, soft pathetic sounds falling out of your lips as he began to move, grabbing the sheets beneath with your swallowed cries.
You clamp your hand over your mouth and Jake glares, shaking his head with an affronted expression as he grabs that wrist, pinning it behind your back as he continues to work himself in and out of you.
âShit.â You gasp, letting a few whimpers slip past your lips, cheek flushed against the soft pillows, a few moans escaping your throat at the feeling of him brushing over you in a way that made your vision cloudy before closing your mouth.
"You're taking me soooo well, baby.â Jakeâs brows drew together with a moan, snapping his hips to yours as you clenched around him.
"Fuck, you missed this didn't you?" He hissed, watching you writhe in pleasure.
You were a mess beneath him, tears pricking your eyes at the way he relentlessly pounded into you.
You let out a loud gasp when Jake reached under to play with your clit, pressing his finger into it, "Jake." You whispered with a whimper, fisting the sheets, still stubbornly refusing to make any soundâwhich Jake only took as a challenge.
Your heart couldn't help but swell with guilt when Sunghoon came to mind, still awaiting your return.
Or maybe he wasnât. Maybe after a few minutes had passed, he went over to check on you, only to hear your moans emitting from the crevices of Jake's door before walking away.
Jake really did have a chokehold on you.
The man pulled out with a curse, and you cried at the sudden loss. You were about to turn around to protest when Jake gripped the base of his cock, lining up with your puffy entrance again.
With no warning, Jake plunged his dick into your tight heat, the sound of skin slapping against each other and a scream leaving your lips as the man fucked you relentlessly.
âThat's it, princess, let me hear those beautiful moans.â
âOh, fuck.â You moaned, gasping and writhing, arching your back and pushing yourself against his cock, begging for more.
âYou're so fucking good around me- fucking made for me.â Jake groans, low moans tumbling from his lips.
"You're mine aren't you?"
Of course, you wanted to scream noâyou wanted to deny his claim, but his name spilled out of your lips, again and again, begging him not to stop.
"Say you're mine." He hissed, pounding his cock into you. Your heart raced, and you were certain that he could feel it as the pleasure continuously washed over you.
"Say it."
âJake oh myââ youâre cut off by your own moan the moment he hit your sweet spot, your face hot as you let out lewd sounds into the pillows with no control of your own, throat strained already.
"FuckâYes! I'm yours." You screamed, tears spilling out of your eyes as he worked his hand around your clit.
âIâm yours.â You moaned, clawing at the sheets. He continued to rub his finger over your swollen bud, his other hand reaching over to gently grab a fistful of your hair bringing you flush to his chest.
You could feel your legs begin to tremble as profound pleasure coursed through you, hands flailing around to grip on his shoulder as you continuously surged forward from Jakeâs thrusts.
âThatâs right, baby.â He rasped, almost bordering whimpers as he continued to pump in you, thick velvety walls hugging him so tightly, slipping in and out of you with such ease.
Your whimpers and screams echoed through the room, legs threatening to give out from just how good he felt, dizzying and intense pleasure washing over you everytime he thrusted into you.
You were too fucked out to be self conscious about your loud moans, or concerned that maybe people could somehow hear Jake fucking your brains out over the loud music.
If you werenât so clouded and already fucked out, you wouldâve guessed that Jake probably loved how loud you were.
It felt like he was telling the whole house that you were still his no matter whatâespecially Park Sunghoon.
Jake would notice the goalkeeper staring at you from across the field, cozying up to you as if he wasnât just a few metres away from youâ the nerve.
Like what the fuck happened to bro code?
âDo you think he can make you feel this way baby?â he asks and your mouth falls agape, brain foggy. You shook your head with a whimper.
You were so out of focus, his dick so good and stupefying that you couldn't even speak.
Jake revelled in the moans of his name tumbling past your lips. The thought of another guyâs name leaving those pretty lips drove him crazy, you were his, he had no idea what was going in Sunghoonâs mind to think that he could actually be with you.
He could feel you tightening around him and he knew you were close, thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release.
"Say my name." He hissed, "tell me who makes you feel this good."
"Jake-"
âI canât hear you princess.â He groaned.
"Jake!" You sobbed, gasping and squirming as the pleasure became too much.
"Thatâs it, come for me, baby." He cooed, wrapping an arm around your neck and squeezing it gently.
The pressure on your throat, and the way his fingers played with your clit were enough to make you scream out his name, the coil in your stomach finally snapping, walls clamping around him and milking him for all he's worth as your legs shook, vision blackening, and eyes squeezing shut.
You moan his name, the only thing running through your mind and leaving your lips as he places you back into the bed, holding your hips.
"Thatâs right." Jake groaned, still slamming his hips into you. "Who does your pussy belong to?"
âFuck,â you cried out, feeling another orgasm creep in, "it belongs to you, only you." You mewled as your walls tightened, shattering pleasure rippling through you once again, as his thrusts finally slowed.
âSuch a pretty sight for me.â He moaned with a final thrust, shooting his seed into you as he rode out your highs.
Jake continued to empty his load into you, softly whimpering at the sudden warmth coating your walls until he finally pulled out of you.
Your head fell into pillows, the aftershocks of your orgasms still rippling through you as you tried to catch your breath.
"(Y/N)," He said softly, and you could feel his hands rest on the slope of neck and you slowly turned to look at him.
Jake gently wiped away your stray tears, his eyes looking for some sort of affirmation that what he did was okay, that he hadn't gone too far, that he didn't hurt you.
"You okay?"
You nodded with a dazed laugh, âYeah, Iâm fine.â You rasped, as he enveloped your lips in a sloppy and gentle kiss.
Jake wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the marks on your neck that he left a while ago.
âStay over.â He whispers against your skin and your shoulders fall with a sigh, hands brushing his slightly damp hair away from his face, âI donât know JakeâŠâ
âJust for tonight.â
âPlease.â He begs, in a softer tone. You looked at himâ at his pretty face, his pink plump lips and his slightly messy hair, breathing in the mellow undertones of sweet vanilla in the perfume he was wearing tonight.
âJake.â You whisper again, as you watch his hands caress your shoulders. You look up at him, ready to turn him down but you donât say anything.
âWe donât have to do anythingâŠI just want to be with you.â
Those words.
Itâs like you could see your past self rolling her eyes, ânot again.â
âOkay.â
You let him pull you back to his chest, let him wrap his arms around you as you fell asleep, lulled by the rise and fall of his chest and the sound of his beating heart.
Jake watched you fall asleep in his arms, and the sight alone made him forget about the world outside, and the ache that was still in his chest.
It was just for tonight.
Just for tonight.
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Weirdest Place
Spencer Reid x gen neutral!reader
Summary: The team finds out you and Spencer have been dating during a night out.
WC: 1.1k
A/N: this is yet another fic based on an episode of friends, specifically a scene from the blackout episode but i added a fun twist lol
Tags: conversations about sex but not smut, established relationship between r & reid, consumption of alcohol
After the team was finished at the BAU they all went out to a local bar for drinks. As the night went on JJ and Hotch left to be at home with their kids. With their boss gone and the tipsiness from their drinks, the topic of conversation got more and more inappropriate.
âA boat?â Rossi asked
âYes,â Derek confirmed
âA boat?â Emily spoke this time.
âWhy donât you believe me?â Derek asked, slightly offended.
Emily raised her hands in defense, âItâs not that we donât believe you.â
âIt just seemed like your weirdest place would be a bit more adventurous based on how you brought it up,â Rossi voiced.
Derek furrowed his eyebrows, âand a boat isnât adventurous?â
âNo it is,â Penelope chuckled before reaching for her drink. Of course, sheâd already heard about Derekâs nautical escapades.
Derek directed his attention back to Emily, âAnd what about you? Whatâs your weirdest place?â
She leaned back in her seat with a tinge of embarrassment she tried to hide with smugness. âThatâs classified,â
Rossi and Derek cringed at Emilyâs diversion.
âOh god,â Rossi chuckled before taking a sip of his drink.
âDo I even wanna know?â Derek asked half joking.
Emily shrugged instead of answering. Derek decided he was better off not pushing Emily to share her story. He then brought his attention to the man across from him.
âWhat about you, pretty boy?â
Spencerâs head darted to him with raised eyebrows. âMe?â
âYou got a weirdest place?â
âI- um.â
His ears started to turn a shade of crimson and he stuttered on his words, or lack thereof since he was caught off guard.
âItâs probably like a library or something,â Rossi jokes, earning a bright laugh from Derek.
Penelope set her drink down, âdonât make him say it if he doesnât- â
âActually it was.â
Everyone froze and turned to Spencer.
Emily was the first to speak, âWhat?â
Spencer shifted in his seat while the courage he had before started to dwindle. His face was now officially turning red.
âMe and um- someone were at the library because I was showing her itâs Edgar Allen Poe collection. Then at some point we ended up in ⊠um the second floor bathroom.â
âOh my god,â Penelope giggled before placing her hand on her mouth in shock.
âI canât believe I was right,â Rossi commented.
âI canât believe Spencer Reid was getting freaky in a library,â Derek said with a humorous grin.
âShut up,â Spencer squeaked in a high pitched voice.
He hoped the topic of conversation would quickly be dropped so he didnât have to reveal too much about his love life. But he suspected that wouldnât happen once you came back to the table.
You and Spencer had started dating a few months prior and wanted to keep things to yourselves. You both intended to figure out the beginning of your relationship without the eyes of your friends.
âThe line for the bathroom was so long,â you complained as you approached the table and sat down next to Spencer. âWhat did I miss?â
âOh we never heard Y/Nâs place,â Penelope excitedly pointed out.
You looked at her confused, âWhat place?â
âI have no clue how we got here but they all started talking about the weirdest places theyâve had sex,â Emily explained.
âWow. Well, when Iâm done I need to hear all of yours,â you pointed your glass in a motion towards all of them before drinking the last sip.
âI usually donât venture outside the bedroom but out of the few times I have I think thereâs two tied for first place.â
âWhatâs one of them?â
âLibrary.â
Silence fell over the group. Spencerâs stomach dropped to the floor at your answer. His face turned cherry red and his eyes remained frozen on the table in front of him.
You on the other hand were baffled at the reaction from your friends.
âWhat?â
While your eyes scanned the group you were met with relatively neutral expressions that didnât match the growing tension in the air. All of them looked as if they wanted to say something, but not one of them was ready to speak.
Embarrassment and regret were creeping their way towards you in silence. Your body tensed up and you folded your arms in front of you.
âCome on guys, it's not that weird. Itâs not like we were in an aisle, we were in the bathroom,â you tried to defend yourself.
That sentence seemed to spark something in the group. Their body language started to relax but still had a bit of hesitation. They all knew at this point, but they wanted you to confirm it.
âWhat floor?â
You followed the voice to Emily âExcuse me?â
âWhat floor was the bathroom on?â
You couldnât wrap your head around her question.
âWhy does that matter?â
âIt does, which floor?â Penelope questioned this time.
âSecond I think,â you hesitated, still confused.
âOh my god!â Penelope squealed. âYou guys are sleeping together?â
With your eyes wide, face hot, and heart pounding, you stared at her. Trying to figure out how a story like this was one they already heard. You forgot until now that they were already playing this game before you got back.
Turning to the side you playfully smacked Spencerâs arm. âYou told them that?â
He gaped at you and grabbed his arm. Face still red of course now accompanied with a crack in his voice. âI didnât think you were gonna tell them. I thought you would have talked about the other time.â
âWhy would I tell them that?â You said in a quieter tone.
âWhat other time?â Derek interrupted, filled with curiosity.
Rossi pipped in next, âyou said two places were tied for weirdest, whatâs the other place?â
You and Spencer went quiet. You looked at each other before returning your gaze to the group.
âI think this is a great time to get a refill,â you grabbed your glass and stood up. âSpencer, coming with?â
He quickly scrambled to stand up, âAbsolutely.â
The two of you made your way to the bar as your friends all started murmuring.
âSo, you didnât want to tell them you had sex on a plane?â He asked with a slight smirk.
âNo, of course not!â You squealed which earned a laugh from him.
âEventually they wouldâve found out weâre dating and I didnât want them to figure out it was on the jet,â you explained.
âItâs not like any of them were there,â he said before leaning down to kiss your forehead.
âI still donât wanna get fired.â
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â twist of fate
This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, marked on your calendar for the best part of a year and the start of a beautiful future. Youâd met the love of your life, the man you were going to marry and grow old with, and youâd made it through navigating the torturous dating scene. The awkward first dates and first kiss, and the first âI love yousâ, and yet here you were drinking on a rooftop with the Number Two Pro-Hero Dynamight.
I promised Iâd post some more Bakugou cause it has been a little while and I do miss him! I actually wrote this for his birthday, but then I ended up posting the collab fic instead so I never got to write the smut part but I hope someone enjoys it anyway.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.
Warnings: breakups (not with Bakugou), mutual comfort, alcohol.
Word Count: 1.8k.
This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, marked on your calendar for the best part of a year and the start of a beautiful future. Youâd met the love of your life, the man you were going to marry and grow old with, and youâd made it through navigating the torturous dating scene. The awkward first dates and first kiss, and the first âI love yousâ.
I love youâ what a big fucking lie.
You scoffed as you took a large gulp from the champagne bottle you were holding, grabbed from the bar at your now abandoned reception as you looked out at the view of Musutafu at night. The viewing point was somewhere you used to visit with your fiance, and to think it was the first place youâd decided to go when you found out heâd left you at the altar was borderline morbid. But considering your perfect life had now crumbled around you, you could forgive yourself for the psychological torment.
Kicking your heels off as your feet began to ache, letting them drop to the floor as you swung your legs over the ledge. Your mothers voice ringing in your ears as you sat on the grass, âYour pretty dress is ruined!â Not that youâd have any use for it now, your perfect life was pretty much gone.
âYou know how dangerous it is drinkinâ so close to the edge?â You rolled your eyes in irritation at the sound, turning your head ready to shot some expletives in their direction before your words caught at the back of your throat.
You had to do a double take to make sure you were actually seeing what you were seeing, and that you werenât this inhibriated already. The Number Two Pro-Hero Dynamight stood a few feet away, arms crossed with his face set in a a heavy glare. But he didnât appear to have his gauntlets with him, even though his belt was still full of grenades and his mask sat over his eyes. Instead he was covered in a thick black hoodie that was zipped to cover the garish orange X that splashed across his chest.
âWell it must be my lucky night, Iâve got a Pro-Hero here to save me.â Sarcasm oozed through your tone as you held your large bottle up in a mock cheers to the Number Two hero that had appeared over the hill.
Besides the randy teenagers that used to frequent the area to make out and get high, this side of Musutafu was usually pretty abandoned so you were disappointed to see you were no longer alone.
âIâm off the clock, sweetheart.â He sneered back, shaking his head, âAnd I shouldnât have to waste my time saving stupid people like you.â
âSo donât save me then,â You shrugged, turning back to face the city as the sun slowly fell over the horizon.
You expected him to walk away and leave you there, probably on a patrol to catch the kids that used the area to get high. But what you didnât expect is for him to take a seat in the dirty grass beside you.
âThought you couldnât waste your time.â
âHowâs it gonna look if I see your face all over the papers tomorrow with my face under it sayinâ I shouldâa saved you?â
You turned to face him, noticing the dark rings of charcoal around his eyes filled in from where his mask sat. A three-day strubble cast a shadow across his jawline and you had to take another sip of champagne to pull your attention away.
âI didnât think you cared what the media said about you, Dynamight.â You laughed, remembering a post youâd seen online earlier that month where heâd shoved a reporter to the ground at the scene of a crime and broke his camera.
âI donât.â He scoffs, âBut I ainât a total fucking asshole.â
âCouldâve fooled me,â You laugh, gulping another mouthful of champagne as you look down at the city lights below, âYou make it your business to go around breaking cameras?â
âVery fuckinâ funny.â Bakugou sneers, âThat guy deserved it. Tryinâ to take pictures in the middle of a fightâ heâs lucky I saved him or heâd have come out far worse than his shitty camera.â
âWow, youâre a real hero, Dynamight.â You teased back.
âSo you gonna explain why youâre up here inââ
âOh, why am I wearing a wedding dress and drinking alone?â You smiled bitterly, shaking your head. âMy fiancĂ© decided to stick his dick into my best friend.â
Bakugouâs eyes widened beneath this mask at the blunt statement before he shook his head, keeping his attention ahead to the bright lights in front of you.
âShit.â He muttered beneath his breath.
You scoff, taking another swig of champagne, âSo I guess you could say Iâm celebrating.â
âThatâs rough.â He reached up to scratch at his stubble before leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
âSo why are you up here, Mr Number Two?â You smile, âNot got any babies to save from burning buildings? Or camera men to hitââ
âShut the fuck up.â He scoffed, his nose scrunched in irritation before his face paled.
You thought perhaps he might get up and leave after your bold question but instead he sniffed, using the outside of his wrist to rub his nose before looking across at the city.
âA villain attacked a building just outside Musutafu tonight,â He muttered hoarsely, âI didnât get there in time.â
âShitâ Iâm so sorry,â You immediately stammered, feeling like such an asshole. Your problems were miniscule in proportion to this, âI didnât meanââ
âItâs fine,â He shakes his head, âI wouldâa never made it, but it still fuckinâ sucks, you know?â
âYeah,â You murmured back. How could you even comfort someone for something like that? There werenât enough words in the world that would convey the empathy you felt for him, and the victims.
âI just needed to get away for a bit.â He rasped.
âMe too,â You smiled, âI was sick of everyone looking at me with pity.â
Your family and bridesmaids had been suffocating after it happened, pulling you into their arms and drowning you in faux sympathy.
âOh my god, I couldnât imagine that ever happening to me.â
âItâs okay youâre such a strong person, you can do so much better.â
âIf my husband ever did this I donât know what Iâd do.â
âIâm glad this came out now and not at my wedding.â
âSuch a waste of a pretty dress.â
It was all the same bullshit as you listened to your friends slowly start to make it about themselves while your world crumbled down around youâ So you left, thankful you hadnât bothered to bring your phone as you were left to your own devices.
You offer the champagne bottle out to Bakugou as he stared down at it for a moment before taking it. Adjusting it in one large fist around the base of it before taking a large swig.
âIf it means anything, it seems like heâs the fuckinâ idiot for cheating on you.â He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he passed the bottle back, âOnly a real piece of shit leaves his missus on her wedding day.â
His words still managed to have your heart fluttering. You werenât naive, you knew he was only trying to be nice, especially when thick black lines of eyeliner and mascara smudged in tear stains down your cheeks. Your lipstick faded around your lips and stuck to the neck of your champagne bottle, and your hair was now a complete mess from where youâd ripped out your veil, and still he managed to have you smiling as you couldnt stop the grin that spread across your cheeks.
âHow long were they fuckinâ?â He asked, and you appreciated the bluntness of it.
âSix months,â You shook your head, âApparently they got close planning the wedding.â
âShit, thatâs fucked up.â He shook his head, reaching back for the champagne bottle as you watched him take another drink. Certain your lipstick was pressed against his chapped lips now as you shared the same bottle.
âYep,â You rolled the âpâ, âAnd apparently he spent the night with her after the rehearsal too,â You sighed, âI just canât believe I didnât see the signs.â
âAinât any of this thatâs your fault,â He shook his head, taking another swig of champagne before handing the bottle back to you, âAnd thinkinâ like that will eat you up inside.â
âCould say the same thing to you, Dynamight.â
âI didnât say it didnât suck,â He shook his head, âAnd call me Bakugou, I ainât workinâ.â
âIâm glad to hear the Number Two hero doesnât drink on the jobâ fuck.â
You shivered as a gust of wind swirled through the vantage point, reminding you of your outfit as youâd left the venue without a suitable coat. Hugging your arms around your body to try and stop your teeth from chattering as you drank more champagne, hoping the alcohol would warm your veins.
You heard a zip to the side of you and before you could object, Bakugou was shrugging his hoodie off to wrap it around your bare shoulders.
âDonât worry about me, youâll get coldââ
âShaddup,â He cut you off, taking the champagne bottle back off you so that you could slip your hands through the arms, âJust take it, woman.â
You were immediately surrounded by warmth, his body heat still radiated from the fabric as you breathed in the scent of him. A mixture of ash, smoke and cologne as you pulled it tighter around your frame.
Bakugou pulled his hero mask up over his eyes to let it sit on his forehead, his messy hair now spiking upwards as he rubbed his eyes with the ball of his palm. The dark eyeliner around them smearing against his skin as he breathed a relaxed sigh, taking another drink as he turned his attention back to the view in front of him.
âYouâre quite pretty actually,â You smiled at him, âThe media always get you pulling the ugliest faces.â
âHah?â He turned to you with a raised brow, his nose scrunched in irritation, âThatâs still my fuckinâ face you know.
âYeah, and Iâm saying itâs really pretty.â You definitely blamed the alcohol flowing through your veins for giving you this level of confidence, certain the words would never have left your lips if you were sober.
âI ainât ever been called pretty before.â He scoffed.
âI dunno why notâ because itâs true.â You smiled.
âI ainât the pretty one out of us two, sweetheart. Trust me.â
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Take a Chance With Me | j.ww (18+)
You could not believe that no one ever told you how frustrating (and beautiful) it was to be hopelessly captivated by a boy who thinks love is overrated.
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Genre: college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader Warnings: fluff fluff, she fell first he fell harder kinda slow burn lol, mature themes, explicit sexual content (18+) Notes: 25k words. Part 3 of the Heartbreak Hotel series, but it can be read as a standalone fic. Listening to Take a Chance with Me by NIKI. Longer fic because writing this was my coping mechanism for the devastating tragedy that was Backburner. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know them personally and do not claim they would ever behave like they were portrayed in this story.
Playlist: Take a Chance with Me by NIKI, Forces by Japanese Wallpaper, I Think He Knows by Taylor Swift, Taglist: @katfaceu @mansaaay @scoupsjin @iarayara @gaslysainz @silvermist002 @ssmebody @alyssa19123456
Jeon Wonwooâs story began one hot evening, just two weeks into your senior year of college. It was at a partyâone where youâd arrived late after a supposedly quick pre-game session with your girlfriends at Leaâs apartment turned into a full-on mini-party on its own. Youâd almost ditched the party altogether, but Mina said she had to meet this guy at the party, or sheâd regret it forever. Of course, she was exaggerating at the time, but you went anyway.
You were the designated driver since you were the only one who didnât drink, which was because you were late even to the pre-game. Some things just never change, and being late is one of your many talents.
As soon as you pulled up to the driveway of the party venue, your friends rushed out of the car and into the house, leaving you behind to park. Just as you were stepping out of your car, you spotted Wonwooâtall standing next to the lamppost, and handsome under the yellow-orange glow of the light. He was attractiveâthe slight flush on his cheeks, his skin glowing under the lamplight, and even in simple square glasses and a plain white tee, he radiated a quiet confidence that made you pause.
He was cute. And he was heading toward you.
Why though? Did he want to talk to you? Maybe get your number? Oh my god. What are you gonna do?
You stood frozen, heart pounding in your chest as Wonwoo closed the gap between you. Sure, he wasnât the first guy to ever approach you, but he was cute, and it was ridiculous how fast you were crushing on him.
Heâs coming, you told yourself, glancing around casually, trying not to look too eager. But just as he was about three steps awayâbam! He hit the ground, limbs sprawled out in every direction.
You gasped, rushing over. âOh my God, are you okay?â
He groaned, kicked at the offending rock that had tripped him, and then dramatically flopped onto the grass as if it had betrayed him too.
You crouched beside him, waving a hand in front of his face. âHey, you alright?â
Wonwoo blinked up at the sky, glaring like the stars were personally out to get him. Then, locking his glassy eyes on yours, he said, âHi. My asshole friends abandoned me here.â He hiccupped. âIâm kinda drunk and youâre kinda gorgeous. Would you be so kind to help me out?â
Caught off guard by his random compliment, you chuckled. âHere, let me help you up,â you said, tugging his arm, trying to haul him back to a sitting position. âYou can walk, right? You were walking just now.â
âWalkingâs overrated,â he muttered, but with your help, he managed to get back on his feet, wobbling slightly.
You told him your name. âWhatâs yours? Where do you live? Do you need a ride?â
He opened his mouth to speak but someone suddenly appeared beside him, patting his chest. It was Hoshi. âThere you are, Wonwoo. Weâve been looking all over for you!âÂ
âHosh! You know this guy?â you asked.
âLook,â Wonwoo said, turning to you and pointing a very unsteady finger at his friend. âSee that? Fake friend. Never trust people who abandon you.â
âWhat are you talking about? Youâre the one who wandered off!â
Wonwoo smirked, leaning in as if sharing a deep truth. âPeople who gaslight you arenât your friends. Donât forget that.â
âI canât believe I ditched my girl for this. Okay, that's enough from you.â Hoshi slung Wonwooâs arm over his shoulder. âWhereâs that idiot Jun? Junhui!â
A second later, a man came jogging toward you. âFound him?â
âYeah, help me get him out of here,â Hoshi said, struggling to hold up Wonwooâs weight.
Jun smiled apologetically at you as they shifted Wonwooâs arm off your shoulder. âHe seems like a handful, but heâs nice sometimes.â
You stepped back, watching them as they wrangled him toward a black pickup truck. âHe doesnât seem that drunk, though.â
Jun chuckled. âYouâd be surprised. One time he got wasted and started working on a coding project. Finished the whole thing in one sitting.â
âDidnât even remember it the next day,â Hoshi added, making a mock exploding gesture at his temple.
You couldnât help laughing, finding it both amusing and adorable that a fine man like him would have such drinking habits.
âAnyway, thanks again,â Hoshi said, flashing you a quick grin as they started loading Wonwoo into the truck.
âBye, gorgeous lady!â Wonwoo called from the back seat, waving weakly. âI love you!â
Jun scoffed. âYou donât even know her name.â
âWho cares what you think, Jun? Youâre a fake friend!â
You couldnât help but laugh again, waving them off as the truck pulled away. Standing there, you found yourself thinking about Wonwooâstrangely intrigued by this cute, clumsy guy. But before you could dwell on it for too long, you heard Leaâs voice calling your name from inside the house.
âWhy are you out here alone? Letâs go!â
You skipped toward her, linking arms as she pulled you inside. âI just met the cutest guy ever.â
If Seungcheolâs face wasnât the first thing you saw as you stepped into the pool pavilion, you wouldnât have recognized him at all. His neat blue suit from yesterday had been swapped for something far more relaxedâcrisp white pants and a cream button-up that made him look more⊠approachable. He greeted you the moment you arrived, gesturing to the lounge chair beside his.
âI ordered cocktails,â he said, motioning to the bellinis on the table. âBut I took liberties since I didnât know what you like.â
âYou didnât have to include me, but thanks,â you smiled, taking one of the flutes.
Seungcheol watched you take your first sip before saying, âSo, what depressing tale would you be telling me today?â
You coughed, choking very slightly on your drink. âYou said you wouldnât judge.â
He shrugged, leaning back on the chair and fixing his eyes at the infinity pool. âI wasnât judging. My expectations are based on past experiences. In this case, the experience was yesterdayâs story. It was quite heavy.â
âExactly,â you nodded, setting your glass down. âYesterday was intense, so Iâm dialing it down today with a lighter story about my favorite ex.â
âYou have a favorite ex?â
âAs a matter of fact, I do,â you replied, rolling your eyes. âBut thatâs not the point. Do you wanna hear it or not?â
Seungcheol nodded. âPlease. Proceed.â
âAlright.â You took a sip of your drink before starting. âHis name is Jeon Wonwoo.â
THE DAY after you'd first met him at that party, youâd prioritized looking for Wonwoo. Living in the on-campus dorms gave you time to walk around the campus before your class. The problem was, you didnât know where to start. Your friends could swear they were sick of you, gushing about him and retelling the story of how he called you gorgeous and basically confessed his love for you in under five minutes of meeting each other.
âI know he was drunk, Jill. But people say you become more honest when youâre drunk,â you insisted, not even trying to hide your excitement as you scanned the cafeteria for any sign of him.
âWhatâs his name anyway?â Mina asked, scowling slightly as she watched you crane your neck, practically spinning in your seat.Â
âWonwoo. I donât know his last name.â
Mina scoffed. âWonwoo? Arenât you like neighbors?â
You stopped mid-scan, turning to her with wide eyes. âWeâre WHAT?â
As it turned out, Wonwoo lived in the on-campus dorm too. He and Hoshi were roommates, and you only knew this because, apparently, the guy Mina just had to meet at last nightâs party was Hoshi.Â
âYouâre telling me Iâve been looking around campus for him like a lunatic when heâs been right under my nose this whole time?â you asked, clutching your pearls.
Jill snorted into her iced coffee. âYouâve been obsessed for, what? Twelve hours?â
âThirteen,â you corrected. âBut whoâs counting?â
For a while, you tried catching glimpses of Wonwoo around your apartment complex. You even took slightly longer routes on campus, hoping to spot him by chance between classes or during meals. But every time, you came up emptyâno sign of him at all.
âJust where does this hot specimen hide his gorgeous self?â you grumbled. âItâs been three days.â
Lea watched you with a glimmer in her eyes. âThis is a first. Youâve had crushes before but never hyper-fixated on one until now.â
âRight? I was just thinking the same thing,â Jill affirmed.
âThereâs no one like him,â you gushed, tilting your head dreamily. âI think he might be the one.â
Mina choked on her drink. âYouâre not serious.â
You laughed, stroking her back gently. âOf course not. Iâm just having fun, guys. Relax.â
âAnyway, why donât you just ask Hoshi?â Jill suggested, sounding like the only sane one in the group.Â
Oh. Right. Hoshi. Why didnât you think of that earlier? You paused, considering the idea. It was practical. Sensible.
âDo you think thatâs weird? Just asking out of nowhere?â you asked, biting your lip.
âYouâre the one whoâs been running around campus like a headless chicken,â Mina pointed out dryly. âAsking Hoshi would be a lot less weird than that.â
You smiled at Mina, batting your eyelashes prettily. âAsk him for me.â
Mina swatted your hand away when you tried to hold her. âWeâre not talking right now. And no, I wonât tell you why.â
You grimaced. âWell, no oneâs asking!â
Jill laughed. âJust go to Hoshi. You guys are friends. And itâs not like youâre asking for Wonwooâs hand in marriage. Youâre just curious.â
âAlright, alright,â you relented, standing up from the table. âIâll ask Hoshi.â
Mina gave you a thumbs up as you left the cafeteria, heading out to start your quest. You just hoped your heart didnât explode from the anticipation before you got there.
You spotted Hoshi in the dance room, drinking water after practice. Perfect. You strode over, determined but trying to keep it cool. He saw you coming and grinned, clearly already knowing what this was about.
âWell, well, well,â Hoshi said, putting his bottle down and crossing his arms with a smirk. âWhat brings you to my humble corner of campus today? Or should I say... who?â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help laughing. âOh, stop. I just wanna ask you something.â
âUh-huh,â he said, leaning in conspiratorially. âYouâre about to ask me where Wonwoo is, arenât you? Donât worry, Iâve seen this before. Youâre already head over heels. Itâs okay, itâs a common reaction.â
You tried to look annoyed, but your lips twitched, betraying you. âFine. Yes. Where is he?â
Hoshi raised his eyebrows, looking overly impressed with himself. âSee? Iâm basically psychic. I should be charging for my services.â
âJust tell me!â You lightly shoved him.
âOkay, okay,â he chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. âHeâs usually holed up in the tech building, doing nerd stuff. You know, coding, hacking the mainframe, whatever those guys do.â He waved a hand in the air. âOh, and Iâm gonna tell you this only because you and I are tightâyouâre gonna need to bring a snack. Wonwooâs been known to forget to eat when heâs in the zone.â
You crossed your arms, half-joking but half-serious. âWhatâs that supposed to mean? Do I need to worry about him starving to death before I even get the chance to talk to him?â
âMaybe,â Hoshi said, eyes twinkling. âBut hey, if he does, Iâll make sure his last words are something romantic. Like, âTell her... she was... gorgeous.ââ
âOh my god, youâre impossible,â you groaned, turning to walk away, though you couldnât help laughing.
He called after you, still grinning. âDonât say I didnât warn you! And heyâif you need a wingman, you know where to find me!â
Now you had a solid lead... and maybe a ridiculous wingman if things got really desperate. But most importantly, you had a plan: bump into him casually.
You spent the next few days timing your trips past the IT building. At first, it felt sillyâpretending like you were just âhappening to walk byââbut today, your patience paid off. There he was, standing just outside the doors, tapping away on his phone. Your heart fluttered the second you saw Wonwoo, that same flush you remembered from the night before creeping up your neck.
You were about to walk over, but then a group of people spilled out from the building, laughing loudly as they passed by Wonwoo. You turned away, worried someone might recognize you. As soon as they were far enough, you spun back to see Wonwoo, only to find him gone.
You sighed. âNext time.â
The next time cameâseveral next times, actually. You just couldnât land the perfect opportunity! The universe was against you, you could swear with how each encounter was always interrupted by other people, unexpected circumstances, and now, even the weather!
You stared at the sky with a deadpan expression. âReally? Just tell me you donât want me to shoot my shot with him, why donât you?â you spoke to the sky, as if it would respond.
You were supposed to do your routine attempt at âbumping into Wonwooâ but the rain started pouring right when you stepped out of your building. As if that wasnât bad enough, you didnât bring an umbrella with you. You sighed, scuffing your shoe against the pavement, debating whether to make a run for it or just wait it out.
âMaybe Iâm just unlucky?â you muttered to yourself.
Staring at your feet, you noticed a new pair falling into step beside you. You looked up and gasped audibly upon seeing Jeon Wonwoo standing there with an umbrella in his hand. He looked as handsome as you rememberedâneat appearance, well-kept hair, and his glasses that suited his face perfectly.
âWonwoo!â you exclaimed, making him glance at you.
He scanned you for a second. âIâm sorry. I donât think I know you.â
You told him your nameâclearly and in full. âWe met at the party last Friday,â you smiled, hoping heâd remember.
âOh, I met a lot of people that night.â
âYou called me nice and gorgeous?â you offered, gouging a reaction from him, but so farânothing. âAnd, uh, you also kinda said you love me.â
Wonwoo blinked, clearly taken aback. âDid I?â You saw the confusion in his expression, followed by a flicker of embarrassment. He looked away, his jaw tensing slightly. âSorry, I donât remember any of that,â he said, his voice softer, but there was no warmth in it. It felt more like a brush-off.
âYeah, itâs okay,â you said, waving it off casually. âYou were really drunk, so I guess it makes sense.â You grinned, hoping the playful tone might make the moment less embarrassing
He seemed like an entirely different person. He was fun that night, sweet even. Was that a one-off thing?
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The sound of the rain pounding on the concrete was oddly loud. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, not entirely sure if you should say something or just let it go.
âWell, then. I should go.â
You nodded. âOf course. It was nice seeing you.â
You watched him walk into the rain, dry and safe under his umbrella. You couldnât help but scoff. If it was the Wonwoo youâd met that night, he would probably share his umbrella with you.
âWhat a bummer,â you muttered, looking down at your feet again as you kicked your tiptoes on the floor.Â
You kept your gaze there, replaying the encounter with Wonwoo and how awful it made you feel. You barely noticed the car that pulled over in front of you until you heard someone call your full name.
When you looked up, you saw Wonwoo in a car with his window rolled down. He turned to reach for something behind him before extending his umbrella out to you. You stepped into the rain for a second to grab it and then backed away with a confused look on your face.
âThank you,â you called out.
He just nodded, lips tight. âLeave it to the dorm lady when youâre done with it.â
âI will!â you replied, smiling at him.
As he drove away, you waved your hand in the air, your smile getting impossibly wider as you clutched his umbrella in one hand.
Just like that, your quest to make Jeon Wonwoo fall for you was on. You chased him aroundâwell, not really, but you seized every chance to talk to him. First, you personally delivered his umbrella to his dorm, which surprised him because obviously, he wasnât expecting it.
When you found him at the cafeteria that day, sitting alone at a table while working on something on his laptop, you walked over with your tray and casually slid into the seat across from him.
âYou look like you could use some company. Lucky for you, I could use some too. Letâs accompany each other,â you beamed, and he looked up from his laptop brieflyâjust to see who you were.
âIâm working,â he said, reverting his attention to his work.
You leaned forward with a grin. âI can multi-task. Do you want me to be quiet while you work?â
âDo what you want,â he said, noncommittal.
That made you perk up. As long as he didnât tell you to leave him alone, you were fine with being quiet. He was quiet too, but didnât seem to mind your presence. So you stayed, eating your lunch while on your phone and occasionally sneaking glances at him.
One time, you find him at the library sitting at a table with his headphones in, immersed in whatever he was working on on his screen, again. You plopped down next to him, spreading your books out.
âIt appears you might need some intellectual stimulation. Iâm excellent company for that too,â you said.
Without looking away from his screen, Wonwoo said, âPass.â
âAre you coding?â you asked, ignoring his refusal.
âI'm studying.â
âFor what?â you asked, leaning back to take a peek at his screen. âYou're reading a book on your laptop?â
âIt's convenient.â
You grimaced. âI bet you don't know what books smell like.â
âNo, and I don't really wanna know,â he said, facing you. âNow, can I have some peace and quiet?â
âOh, of course. Sorry. Iâll just be over here being pretty and smart. Donât mind me.â
He didnât respond, just nodded slightly, continuing to work. You watched him for a bit, playfully resting your chin in your hand.
âWow. My man is so cute and smart,â you muttered and Wonwoo suddenly glanced sideways at you.
You looked away immediately, opening a book, and burying your face in it. Wonwoo reached for it, taking it out of your hand and flipping it.
âItâs upside down,â he said before fixing his gaze on his screen again.
If it wasnât for your prior commitment to your friends, you would probably stay in the library until he leaves. Half-heartedly, you packed away your books and got ready to leave. Wonwoo noticed you then but didnât say anything.
You tapped on the table next to his laptop, making him take off his headphones and look at you inquiringly.
âI was thinking of watching a movie this weekend. Youâre welcome to join me.â
Wonwoo raised an eyebrow. âI donât watch movies.â
You shook your head disapprovingly. âGuess weâll have to change that about you.â
âGood luck with that,â he replied, putting his headphones back on.
He didnât seem put off by your forwardness, which was all that mattered to you because it didnât seem like you were bothering him. You were resolved to continue what you were doing.
Another time, you saw him at the gym when you were there with your friends. He was lifting weights, and you confidently strode over, showing off your figure in your gym outfit. You casually leaned over the machine he was using.
âWow, so youâre not just working out your brain, you work out your biceps too? Impressive,â you complimented.
âI come here to avoid conversations,â he deadpanned.
âYouâre still talking to me, so youâre not really doing a great job,â you chuckled.
Wonwoo sighed, but again, he didnât tell you to leave. He just continued what he was doing, and you watched for a minute, smirking. You were enjoying yourself, despite his lack of reactions.
âIâll be over there if you need me,â you said, winking.
âWhy would I need you?â he asked, resting his hands for a second.
You shrugged. âYou never know when you might.â
As you walked away, your friends were waiting for you with playful smiles. Mina said, âGirl, is it just me or are you kinda embarrassing?â
You scrunched your nose cutely at her. âI am, kinda. But itâs okay. Heâll warm up to me soon.â
You kept âaccidentallyâ bumping into him at random spotsâby the vending machine, dorm hallways, the library aisles, or even walking to class despite being in different buildings.Â
Sometimes, you felt a little embarrassed, but you liked how fun it was to tease him and flirt with him, despite his aloof attitude. He was gonna break sooner or later, and whatever he decided to do when that happened, you were prepared to accept. You had projected about a dozen different scenarios of him confronting you, but the reality was far more unique.
âLook at us, fate keeps putting us together. Ever think the universe is trying to tell you something?â you told Wonwoo when you coincidentally (for real this time), ended up in the same college seminar together.
He stared at you. âThe universe doesnât work that way.â
Unfazed, you shrugged, opening your laptop. âMaybe not, but itâs more fun to believe it does.â
Wonwoo closed his laptop and turned his body slightly toward you. âDo you have feelings for me?â
âYes,â you replied without missing a beat. âWasnât it obvious? I made sure youâd get the message though.â
He was quiet for a while, staring at you with a blank expression. After about thirty seconds, he asked, âWhy?â
You shrugged, keeping your smile. âBecause I do. Hey, you confessed your love to me first!â
âWhen did Iââ he stopped and then sighed. âI donât even remember any of that.â
âItâs okay. I remember enough for the both of us,â you teased, tilting your head with an innocent smile.
Wonwoo seemed to realize arguing wasnât going to get him anywhere. He shook his head slowly, as if accepting defeat. âDo whatever you want, but I wonât take responsibility for your assumptions.ïżœïżœïżœ
âYouâre not telling me to leave you alone?â you asked, raising your brows in genuine surprise.
He looked at you, baffled. âWhat?â
âYouâre not telling me to leave you alone,â you repeated, this time more matter-of-factly. âSo can I take that as a sign that I can keep following you around?â
Wonwoo grimaced, though it was more out of exasperation than irritation. âYouâre not seriously going to follow me everywhere, are you?â
You grinned mischievously. âNo, not really. But now that you mention it, maybe I should. What do you think?â
âWell then, leaveââ
âGood afternoon, sir,â you exclaimed upon seeing the professor walk in.
You lay sprawled on Leaâs bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, scowling. Next to you, Lea was perched on her stomach, typing away on her laptop.
âThe guyâs a tough nut to crack,â you muttered, shaking your head in frustration. âDo you think⊠maybe heâs just not interested?â
âI thought he made that pretty clear with how he keeps brushing you off?â Lea replied, not looking up from her screen.
You sat up with a sigh just as Mina and Jill strolled into the room. âHe doesnât really brush me off though,â you argued. âMore like⊠he lets me do whatever I want.â
âYou guys talking about Wonwoo?â Mina asked and you nodded. âHoshi is inviting him over for movie night. Apparently, he said âyesâ.â
Your jaw dropped. âNo way? He said he didn't like movies!â
Mina nodded, pulling out her phone and flashing you the screen. âI don't know the details. Hosh says heâs wingmanning you,â she added with a grin.
You squealed, grabbing Lea by the arm. âQuick! Lend me a cute dress. No! I should just go back to my dorm and get one!â
âItâs a pajama party,â Jill interrupted, sitting beside you with a bowl of ice cream in hand. âYouâre supposed to wear pajamas.â
You paused, considering. âYes, but... like, do you have a cute nightgown? Those count as pajamas too, right?â
âI do,â Jill said, shaking her head, âbut Iâm not lending it to you. Youâll just complain about being cold.â
You slumped back onto the bed dramatically, face-first. âFriendship is dead. It never existed.â
Lea gasped. âJill! Not you eating ice cream on my bed!â
âOops, sorry!â Jill mumbled, quickly getting off the bed.
You rose when you heard ice cream, following Jill off the bed and asking to share. Mina was watching you with a soft smile on her lips. Then she said, âYou changed a lot, did you notice? Remember when you took a break from school when we were freshmen? You were so different back then.â
You rolled your eyes playfully, mouth full of ice cream. Jill answered for you. âThat part of her life was her character development arc. It wouldnât make sense to remind her of such a depressing time when sheâs done a really good job getting over it a long time ago.âÂ
You shot her a pair of finger guns and winked, appreciating the save.
âYouâre right,â Mina said, her expression softening as she came over to hug you. âIâm just so proud of you.â
Jill joined in the hug, and Lea followed soon after, sandwiching you in the middle.
Feeling warm and fuzzy, you leaned over and kissed Minaâs cheek, only for her to pull away, grimacing. âEw, sticky lips,â she complained, wiping the smudge of ice cream from her face.
âSorry,â you grinned, unapologetic.
The smell of popcorn filled the apartment as you rummaged through Leaâs closet, pulling out a cozy sweatshirt that still looked stylish enough for the movie night. âThis will have to do,â you muttered, tugging it on over your pajamas.
Lea, now in a matching set of flannel, raised an eyebrow. âYou really think Wonwooâs gonna notice your outfit at a pajama party?â
âI donât know,â you admitted with a shrug. âBut itâs better to be prepared.â
When you got back to the living room, the usual chaos of movie night was already in full swing. Hoshi and Jun were bickering over what movie to watch while Seokmin raided the snack stash.
Hoshi called out your name, waving you over with a mischievous grin. âLook who actually showed up.â
You froze mid-step. Wonwoo was sitting on the couch, casually leaning back with his arms folded across his chest, looking as aloof as ever. He was wearing pajamas, which was unexpected because you didn't think he'd be the type to engage in silly activities like this one, but he was cute nonetheless.
You blinked. âHeâs real,â you whispered, eyes wide, and Mina stifled a laugh. To Hoshi, you said out loud, âHosh, youâre my most favorite person in the world.â
Just as you were about to claim the spot next to Wonwoo, Jun swooped in and plopped down right where you were headed. Without thinking, you grabbed Jun by the arm. âMove!â
Jun blinked at you, laughing. âWhatâs going on?â
You picked up a throw pillow and hit Jun with it again and again until he moved out of your way.
âYouâre ruthless,â Jun chuckled, shaking his head but laughing anyway. âGood luck.â
âThanks,â you winked at him before turning to Wonwoo. He watched the whole thing unfold with mild amusement, shaking his head as you settled in.
âComfortable?â he asked, raising an eyebrow.
âVery,â you grinned, inching just a little closer to him. âFancy seeing you here. I didnât think youâd really show up. And in pajamas, no less,â you said, flashing him a wide grin.
Wonwoo glanced at his clothes briefly. âHoshi insisted,â he said flatly.
âWell, Iâm glad you came,â you said, batting your eyelashes in what you hoped was a cute way. âItâs not every day I get to sit next to my favorite person.â
Wonwoo raised an eyebrow, unamused. âI thought Hoshi was your favorite.â
You pouted. âYouâre no fun, you know that?â
âWasnât trying to be,â he replied, unbothered.
Determined to get some sort of reaction, you leaned closer, pretending to examine his face. âDo you always wear glasses?â you asked, feigning curiosity. âThey make you look extra smart.â
He pushed his glasses up his nose, side-eyeing you. âI am extra smart.â
You giggled, undeterred. âI bet youâre super smart, Mr. IT Genius. You could probably hack into all our phones right now.â
Wonwoo didnât seem fazed. âIâm not that smart. And hacking is illegal.â
âWell, thatâs good. Otherwise, youâd see all the photos I took of you before,â you teased, leaning even closer so your shoulder brushed his. âFor research purposes, of course.â
This time, Wonwoo did look at you, but only briefly. âResearch for what?â
âOh, just, you know,â you waved a hand vaguely, âstudying the behavior of elusive, handsome introverts.â
âSounds like a waste of time,â he replied dryly, though his lips twitched into a faint smile. Youâd almost missed it if you werenât staring right at him.
You grinned, feeling triumphant at his tiny show of amusement. âDid I just make you smile? Am I your source of happiness and joy now?â
âJust what is up with you?â he questioned, genuinely bewildered.
âIâm persistent. Havenât you noticed?â
âI have.â
Before you could respond, Hoshiâs voice boomed across the room. âMovieâs starting, everyone! Grab your snacks, get cozy!â
The lights dimmed further, and the opening credits began to roll. You wiggled in your seat, purposely leaning just a little closer to Wonwoo, your head brushing against his arm. Wonwoo glanced at you but didnât say anything, so you tilted your head playfully and whispered, âYouâre not gonna move away, are you?â
He looked away, clearly unimpressed. âWhy would I?â
âI donât know⊠because Iâm annoying?â
âYou are,â he said, eyes fixed on the screen.
âHey!â You nudged him with your shoulder, a mock pout on your lips. âIâm charmingly annoying.â
âIf you say so,â he replied.
Every now and then, youâd make little comments, trying to catch his attention. Wonwoo remained mostly unresponsive, only glancing at you occasionally, but he didnât seem bothered either. In fact, the more you nudged him or commented, the more relaxed he seemed.
Finally, you âaccidentallyâ let your head rest on his shoulder. âOops,â you whispered, eyes still fixed on the screen. âMy bad.â
Wonwoo sighed, but to your surprise, he didnât push you off. âYouâre really pushing your luck tonight.â
You grinned up at him, batting your lashes. âWhat can I say? I like taking my chances.â
âJust watch the movie,â he muttered, but you could tellâhe didnât actually mind.
With a satisfied smile, you snuggled a little closer, content with your minor victory.Â
After the movie, everyone stretched and yawned. Hoshi and Seokmin were already debating what to watch next, while Jill and Lea were dramatically complaining about the lackluster conclusion to the movie. You continued the night with laughter and conversations over light drinks. It was a school day, so no one was entertaining the idea of getting wasted.
You glanced at Wonwoo, who had stayed quiet throughout the night, except for a few quips here and there. You often flirted with him in between conversations, but as usual, he couldnât even be bothered.
When the group started to pack up, you took a deep breath and turned to him. âHey, do you wanna walk back to the dorms together?â you asked, keeping your tone light and hopeful.
You were the only ones going back to the dorms, since the rest of your friends lived off-campus, and Hoshi was obviously staying over at Minaâs.
Wonwoo stood up, gathering his things without making eye contact. âNo, thanks,â he said simply, pulling his jacket over his shoulder. âIâll head back on my own.â
Your heart sank a little, but you didnât want to let it show. âOkay, sure,â you said quickly, trying to brush it off with a casual laugh. âDidnât think youâd say yes anyway.â
He paused for a moment, adjusting his jacket before looking at you with a slight frown. âI just donât think itâs a good idea,â he said, his voice firm but not unkind. âYou donât need to follow me around.â
The words stung more than you expected, even though youâd been joking about it all night. You opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Instead, you just nodded, forcing a small smile. âGot it.â
Wonwoo gave a short nod, then turned and headed for the door without a second glance. As you watched him leave, the lightheartedness youâd felt earlier fizzled out. You knew he wasnât trying to be cruel, but his rejection still hurt. Youâd pushed and pushed all night, and for a moment, it felt like maybe he was warming up to you. But now, it seemed like you had been wrong all along.
Mina noticed your shift in mood and walked over. âHey, you okay?â
You plastered on a smile, shrugging nonchalantly. âYeah, Iâm fine. Iâll head back now. See you guys tomorrow, okay?â
Your farewell was noisy, with your girls dramatically begging you to stay. There was a big smile on your lips when you exited the door, but as you headed back to your dorm, thoughts of Wonwooâs words stayed with you.Â
Maybe this little game of flirting wasnât as fun for him as it was for you. Maybe you were pushing too hard. Maybe this was more one-sided than you wanted to admit. It had been fun for the most part, a lighthearted chase that kept your heart racing, but now it was starting to feel tiringâdraining, even.
Your brows furrowed in frustration. âI should stopâŠâ you muttered under your breath, kicking at a stray pebble in your path. Then, with a small pout, you crossed your arms tightly over your chest. âMen ainât shit,â you grumbled, though the bitterness in your voice didnât quite match the half-hearted way you said it.
âNow, now, sweetheart,â said a greasy, slurred voice from behind you, giving you goosebumps all over. âYou donât really mean that, do you?â
How deeply distracted were you that you didnât notice the dragged-out footsteps behind you?Â
You tried to brush it off, but when the pace quickened and the slurred voice called out again, you got ready to run. Before you could, however, he grabbed your arm.
âNot so fast, sweetheart,â the man drawled, his breath reeking of alcohol as he eyed you. âWhatâs a pretty girl like you doinâ out here all alone?â
You shot him a sharp glance, trying to ignore the knot tightening in your stomach. âIâm not interested. Leave me alone,â you said, trying to swat his hand away but his grip tightened.
âIâm not so bad, am I? Câmonâjust a little company,â he slurred.
You yanked your hand back, eyes narrowing as you tried to fight him off. âLet go!â you snapped, your voice rising in panic.
The man chuckled, tugging you toward him. âWhatâs the rush?â
With a rush of adrenaline, you elbowed him in the ribs and stomped on his foot with all the force you could muster. But despite your efforts, he was stronger, and your heart pounded as he forced you back against a wall, your breath catching in your throat.
Just as you started to fear you couldnât fight him off, a sharp voice cut through the air. âHey!â
Before you could process what was happening, Wonwoo appeared, eyes blazing with fury. He swung a solid punch, landing it squarely on the guyâs jaw. The man stumbled, dazed, before collapsing to the ground with a heavy thud.
You stared in shock, chest heaving, barely registering the fact that Wonwoo had just knocked the guy out. He reached for your hand, his grip firm but reassuring. âLetâs go,â he said, his voice calmer now, though still laced with urgency. âBefore he gets back up. Come on.â
Grabbing his hand, you ran with him, your pajamas flapping awkwardly as the two of you bolted down the street. Imagine getting harassed in oversized Pucca pajamas? The ridiculousness of the situation wouldâve made you laugh if you werenât so shaken. Â
Your heart was still pounding, and you could feel Wonwooâs hand tightening around yours as you rounded the corner, not stopping until you were safely back inside the campus walls.
When you finally slowed down, panting, you glanced at him. âYou justââ you started, still breathless, âYou punched him!â
Wonwoo looked at you, still catching his breath. âYeah.â
The simple acknowledgment sent a strange warmth through you. You both stood there for a moment, the adrenaline fading. You were still catching your breath, trying to process everything that had just happened.Â
âThank you,â you breathed out. âYou really saved me back there.â
âI think you wouldâve done well by yourself even if I wasnât there. You probably broke a rib or two with that elbow,â he quipped, a small smile tugging at his lips.
âIs that a joke?â you questioned, pointing at his lips. âAre laughing at your own joke?â
He looked at you, his expression shifting back to his usual. âI didnât laugh. Next time, be more careful. Donât walk by yourself at night.â His voice was steady, almost scolding, but there was an unmistakable note of concern in it.Â
You blinked up at him, feeling your heart flutter in a way that had nothing to do with the scare you just had. He had just knocked out a guy without breaking a sweat, and now he was here, telling you to be careful. You couldnât help itâthe admiration in your eyes mustâve been painfully obvious because you were falling even harder for him.Â
Wonwoo noticed your dazed expression, the way your eyes lingered on him a little too long. His brow furrowed slightly before he sighed, clearly not amused by whatever was going through your head. Without saying a word, he took off his jacket and threw it over your face.
âGo back to your room,â he muttered, his voice carrying a hint of exasperation. âAnd stop being weird.â
You pulled his jacket off your face, blinking up at him with a grin, but he was already turning away, clearly done with the situation.
âHey! Wait for me! What if he comes back?â you called out, running to catch up to him.
This wasnât part of the plan. You were doing just fine on the sidelines of college life, navigating the highs and lows of being a student. You were content not drawing attention to yourself in places that didnât need your presence, happily enjoying the fun college functions from a distance.
Why did you have to join the student council on a whim?
âIâm so sick of this,â you muttered, hauling a large box of banners back into the storage room. Someone else could do it if only there were other hands available to help. Frustrated, you kicked the box, only to recoil in pain when it slammed against your foot. âOuch!â
âMove,â came a familiar voice from behind you. You glanced back just as Wonwoo pushed you aside, his movements smooth and efficient. With ease, he picked up the box and carried it to the storage room. You followed him, a wide smile creeping onto your lips.
âThanks a lot,â you said, genuine gratitude lighting up your tone.
Wonwoo gave you a side-eye. âNext time, ask other people for help if you canât do it by yourself.â
âThere was no one to ask! Everyoneâs busy with other stuff,â you defended, pouting at being scolded.
âYou didnât ask me.â
âYou were busy too!â
âThen you shouldâve waited until I was done.â
âWhat are you so mad about? I didnât ask because you were busy, and youâre not even in the council to begin with. This isnât your job.â
Wonwoo sighed, turning away. You followed him out, trying to keep up with his long strides. When he stopped, you halted too, glancing up at him. He stared at you for a moment, inspecting your appearance with an intensity that made your heart flutter.
âAre you checking me out?â you quipped, knowing how heâd react.
Wonwoo scoffed. âAre you heading back to the dorm now?â he asked, and you nodded. âWait here,â he said before climbing up the sound box to fetch his backpack. When he came back down, he pulled out a jacket and handed it to you.
âOh, Iâm good. I have a jacket in my bag,â you chimed, dismissing it.
âForget it, then,â he said, putting it away, but you stopped him.
âNo! Iâll take it! Mineâs not warm enough,â you grinned. âThank you!â
Wonwooâs deadpan expression remained as he rolled his eyes. âGo get your things. Weâre leaving.â
You blinked, confusion washing over you. âHuh? Are we leaving together?â
âWeâre going the same way anyway. Might as well just go together,â he said, glancing away with a slight furrow in his brows. âYou might get yourself in trouble again.â
âWeâre on the campus, I donât think anyone would try something like that here,â you stated, but you couldnât help smiling.Â
After what happened the other day, Wonwoo seemed to be warming up to you now. It felt good to know that he cared enough to walk home with you and ensure nothing happened again.
âIf you donât want to, suit yourself,â he said, turning his back.
âNo, wait! Letâs go!â
You rushed back to where youâd left your things, bidding hurried goodbyes to your student council friends. When you returned, Wonwoo was still waiting for you. He sighed at the sight of your massive grin and started walking first, so you ran to catch up with him.
âWait for me,â you called, giggling as you intertwined your fingers with his. He didnât shake you off.
âPut the jacket on. Itâs cold.â
âOooh, Jeon Wonwoo,â you teased, peeking at his face. âAre you trying to get promoted to green flag?â
âIâm not a red flag,â he said monotonously.
âWhen did I say you were?â
âYou kept implying it.â
You chuckled lightly. âYou know, I heard that people who claim that theyâre not a red flag tend to be⊠well, a red flag.â
âJust wear the jacket. I donât want to be responsible for you if you get hypothermia.â
You pouted, backing away to put on the jacket. As you did, you unlinked your fingers with his but Wonwoo chased after it, tightening his hold. âLet go. I need to put this on.â
âHuh?â he blurted, retracting his hand like heâd been electrified. His fingers slipped away too quickly, but the warmth lingered on your skin.
âDo you hate it that much?â you scoffed as you wore his jacket. It was warm and smelled like him. âAnd no oneâs getting hypothermia in this weather. Itâs not that cold.â
âCanât we just walk quietly and pretend we donât know each other?â
âNo, we canât,â you chimed, linking your arms with his. âItâs impossible because we look like a couple right now.â
âNo, we donât.â
âYes, we do,â you sang, leaning your head on his shoulder as the two of you strolled down the dimly lit pathway. You allowed yourself to savor the moment, your steps perfectly in sync with his, a warmth spreading in your chest as you walked together under the soft glow of the pathway lights.
The school festival was coming up, and you got to work with Wonwoo on the preparationsâyou as a student council member, and him with the IT Club. Your tasks were different, not overlapping at all but you were content just being in the same space with him.Â
While Wonwoo worked with a clubmate on the sound systems, you were assigned to help with decorations and logistics. Despite your tasks not overlapping, you made a point to stroll by his area often, a smile lighting up your face whenever your eyes met. Wonwoo would only nod to acknowledge you, but each exchange was a little jolt of happiness for you.
The hours passed in a blur of laughter and hard work. You organized tables, hung streamers, and made sure everything was in its right place, all while stealing glances at Wonwoo and his team.
During a break, you found yourself near the sound booth, leaning against the wall to catch your breath. Wonwoo was adjusting a microphone, and you couldnât help but watch. He looked effortlessly cool, his concentration making him even more attractive.
âDonât just stand there, youâre making me nervous,â he teased when he noticed you staring.
You flushed, momentarily caught off guard. âJust appreciating the view!â you shot back with a grin.
âRight,â he deadpanned, shaking his head. âJust donât break anything.â
âOh please, Iâm the master of decorations! No broken things here!â you replied with mock seriousness.
As the day wore on, the festival started to take shape, and your excitement grew. You loved this sense of unity, the way everyone worked together to bring a festival to remember. It was very tiring, wearing out your bodies with work and your minds with how much you kept brainstorming for the best ideas. But as the sun began to set, and the field was transformed into a magical scene with the glow of fairy lights, all your labor had been worth it.
âLooks great,â Wonwoo said, suddenly at your side.
You nodded, unable to suppress your grin. âIt does, doesnât it? You guys did a great job too. The LED displays are cool.â
âWe did what we do best. You guys at the student council worked harder, coming up with cool ideas and stuff,â he replied, giving you an appreciative nod.
Feeling a rush of warmth at his compliment, you could only smile. âLetâs just say we make a great teamâeach in our own way.â
Wonwoo shrugged. âSome of the council guys were a bit pompous and bossy but, yeah, youâre right.â
You laughed at that, hitting his arm and letting your hand stay there. Wonwoo didnât flinch, even flashing a small smile as you both stared at the fruit of your labor.
The school festival was finally here, and the campus was alive with excitement. You could feel the energy in the air, the smell of food wafting from the stalls, and the cheerful sound of laughter and chatter.Â
The day kicked off with a formal ceremony in the main courtyardâwith the school band playing a march. Students and faculty gathered under a large banner that read Welcome to the 00 University Festival! You stood with your friends, cheering as the college president gave a short speech about the importance of community and collaboration.
âLet the festivities begin!â he concluded, and the crowd erupted into applause.
As the ceremony ended, you raced to the game booths that had been set up around the campus. Your friends challenged each other to various gamesâring toss, balloon darts, and a giant inflatable obstacle course. The laughter was infectious, and you lost track of time as you tried your hand at each game, reveling in the thrill of friendly competition.
In between the fun, you made your way to the sound booth, where Wonwoo and Jihoon were busy setting up for the afternoon performances.Â
âSnacks for the most hardworking people on the whole campus,â you called out, showing them the containers of food and drinks.
âThanks a lot!â Jihoon said with a bright smile, taking a snack before returning to his controls. âYouâre so thoughtful.â
Wonwoo, on the other hand, merely nodded, a small smile breaking through his serious demeanor. âThanks,â he said, taking a sip from the drink you brought him.
âYou guys are doing an amazing job! Canât wait for the party tonight!â you exclaimed, your excitement bubbling over.
âWeâll make sure itâs a good one,â Jihoon replied, his enthusiasm infectious.
âAre you kidding me? DJ Woozi is here. I know itâs gonna be a good one,â you chimed, pointing finger guns at Jihoon.
The latter couldnât help grinning at your compliment. âYou should come over more often! Itâs not all boring work here.â
âOh, of course. Iâll be here often. Gotta make sure you stay hydrated. Youâll need the energy to keep up with the crowd.â
Jihoon tilted his head slightly, unconvinced. âPretty sure Wonwoo will appreciate it,â he chuckled, nudging Wonwooâs arm.
You just smiled, winking at Wonwoo before you bid your goodbyes and promised them youâd be back.Â
As the afternoon rolled in, the booths and games continued. You lost yourself in the fun, but each time you never forgot to stop by the sound booth, checking in on Wonwooâand Jihoon because he happened to be there too.
âWant a break?â you asked during one of your visits. âYouâve been at it for hours!â
Wonwoo looked at you, the serious expression on his face softening slightly. âIâm good. Just need to make sure everything is perfect for tonight.â
You nodded, admiring his dedication. âWell, I brought more snacks,â you said, pulling out the waffles you got from one of the booths.
âThanks,â Jihoon said, taking the bag with a grateful smile.
Soon, the day transitioned into the evening. Students gathered around the stage, and the sounds of music filled the campus. You joined your friends, dancing and enjoying the beats as Jihoonâmoniker, Woozi got the crowd hyped.
You could see Wonwoo in the sound booth, focused on the music, and your heart swelled with admiration. Every now and then, you made your way back to him, offering him drinks or just sharing a quick laugh about something funny happening in the crowd.
âHaving fun?â he asked during one of your visits, his gaze momentarily leaving the controls.
âDefinitely! This is amazing!â you replied, breathless from dancing.
âGood. Just keep your distance from the speakers,â he said and you could see a playful glint in his eyes despite his deadpan expression.
âDonât worry, Iâm not here to break anything,â you shot back, grinning.
The night continued to unfold, filled with dancing, laughter, and an electric atmosphere. Later, when the party wound down and the crowd began to disperse, the working group gathered again for a final clean-up.
âI canât believe how well everything turned out,â you said, looking around at the remnants of the festival.
âYeah, it was a success,â Jihoon replied, glancing at you. âThanks for all your help today.â
âOf course! It was so much fun being part of it,â you said, feeling a warmth spread through you.
The student council president clapped his hands together to grab everyoneâs attention. âBefore we call it a night, how about we plan a weekend escapade to celebrate our hard work? A little break after all this?â
Cheers erupted from the group, and you felt your heart race at the thought of spending more time with everyone, especially with Wonwoo.
âGood to know everyoneâs up for it!â the president said, smiling. âFor now, let us pack up what needs to be packed up, make sure not to miss anything, and then we can head to the after-party.â
You helped pack up the necessary stuff that could not wait until tomorrow. Luckily, the university had a cleaning personnel who would handle the rest, so your work was lighter. Afterward, the group dispersed, some resigning to their dorms to rest, and the others heading to the after-party at an off-campus frat house.
Your friends were waiting for you outside the dorm, and you all hurried off to the party. It was a big shift from the organized chaos of the festival to a more liberated vibe. The living room was packed with students, and the atmosphere was thick with the smell of alcohol, vape, and perfumes mixed with the faintest hint of sweat. Colorful lights dance across the walls, along with the bodies of partygoers moving along to the catchy music.
âLetâs grab some drinks!â Mina shouted over the music, and the group surged toward the makeshift bar set up in the corner. You followed, adrenaline coursing through you as you filled a cup with whatever was on offer.
With drinks in hand, you scanned the room, your eyes searching for a familiar face. And there he wasâWonwoo, standing in a corner, a drink in hand, watching the chaos unfold with an amused expression. His dark hair glimmered under the strobe lights, and he stood out in his plain white t-shirt.
Without hesitation, you weaved through the crowd, clutching your drink tightly. âHey, you made it!â you said, trying to sound casual despite the excitement bubbling inside you.
âNot willingly,â he replied, taking a sip from his cup.
âWant to join the madness?â you asked, gesturing toward the dance floor, where a group of students swayed and grinded, lost in the music and alcohol.
âPass,â he said, not even giving it a thought.
âI knew it, but why did I still ask?â you mumbled, chuckling over your cup.
Across the hall, you spotted Mina and Hoshi, getting touchy as they danced to the rhythm. You smiled at the sight of them, lifting your cup in greeting when Hoshi waved at you.
âThey look so in love, itâs annoying,â you snorted, but your fond smile was anything but snarky.
âDoesnât look like it to me,â Wonwoo commented, making you glance at him.
âYou donât see it?â you questioned, genuinely perplexed. âItâs so obvious. They canât even get their hands off of each other.â
Wonwoo hummed, but he looked unconvinced. âIt could be the alcohol, you know, making them hot and touchy⊠and horny. You donât need love to feel that way.â
You observed him for a while, trying to gouge what was in his mind but to no avail. You could tell though that he was a cynic. âYou donât believe in love, do you?â
âLove is overrated,â he said, sipping from his cup.
You just nodded, acknowledging his admittance and respecting his opinions. âAre you sure you should be drinking? You canât handle your liquor.â
âOh, this is plain soda,â he replied, showing you the contents of his red cup. âIâm not drinking. Canât afford to make stupid mistakes.â
âMistakes? Like calling some stranger gorgeous and confessing your love for them?â you quipped but there was a bit of snark in your tone.
âYeah, pretty much.â
That dampened your mood. âWell, good luck then,â you said, bumping your cup gently against his. âEnjoy the party.â
As you turned to walk away, Wonwoo grabbed your hand, stopping you in your tracks. âWhere are you going?â
âIâm gonna go have some real fun. Dancing, drinking, maybe some games because Iâm quite good at them,â you smiled, motioning to the chaos around you. âItâs a party after all.â
He released your arm and you couldnât quite tell what expression he was wearing. âHave fun then.â
âThanks. I will,â you said with a salute before disappearing into the crowd.
You didnât see him around the house after that, neither did you try looking for him. You just enjoyed the night, trying to take him off of your mind and the nagging thought at the back of your mind that going after him would not result in anything but disappointment.
Early Saturday morning, you gathered at the school plaza with other members of the festival working group. You were set to leave at 9 am, and despite the hangover from last night, you managed to make it there on timeânot without a splitting headache that a handful of other members seemed to share.
âAlright?â asked Wonwoo, appearing beside you with a slight scowl as you pressed your fingers to your forehead, trying to ease the pounding pain.
âHi!â you greeted him, smiling from ear to ear only to wince again. âOuch. My head is killing me.â
âAnd whose fault is that?â Wonwoo smirked.
Before you could retort, Jihoon hopped over, a small plastic bag in hand filled with water and medicine. âHere. Itâll help with the hangover,â he offered, his expression earnest.
You groaned dramatically, pouting at him. âThanks a lot, Jihoon. Youâre a literal angel.â
Jihoonâs cheeks flushed at the compliment, the corners of his mouth twitching into a bashful smile. âThatâs⊠Well, itâs not much.â
âNo, I mean it. You really are an angel. Your skin is so fair, itâs blinding,â you said, squinting playfully as if his glow was too bright to bear.
âTake the medicine if your head is hurting that much,â Wonwoo chided sternly on your other side, making you turn back to him.
âOh, right,â you mumbled, opening the bag. You popped a pill in your mouth and fumbled with the bottle of water, struggling to twist the cap off. Just as Jihoon was about to help, Wonwoo snatched the bottle from your hand, effortlessly twisting it open.Â
âThanks,â you said, raising the bottle in appreciation. You mirrored the gesture to Jihoon, grinning widely. âThanks, my angel.â
Soon, the rest of the group arrived, ready for the trip. Since the university didnât sponsor this outing, you all had to pay for expenses and transportation. Some students had cars and agreed to carpool with those who didnât.
Without giving it much thought, you headed straight to Wonwooâs car, making yourself comfortable in the front seat like you belonged there.
He didnât seem to mind, though he did ask, âAre you carpooling with me? I thought you were going in Jihoonâs car.â
âOh, he didnât invite me. Weâre not that close,â you replied, buckling your seatbelt. âBesides, Iâd rather ride you.â
You noticed his hand freeze mid-air, the awkward silence that followed stretching between you like a taut string.
âWith you!â you said in a panic. âI meant to say, Iâd rather ride with you.â
Wonwoo nodded with a blank expression. âYeah. I know,â he said coolly.
You chuckled awkwardly, looking outside his window and mentally cursing yourself. When the other cars started driving away, you realized that Wonwoo still hadnât turned on his engine.
âAre we waiting for someone?â you asked and he nodded.
âThere he is,â he said, gesturing at Seokmin, who was rushing toward you with a backpack slung over one shoulder.
He yanked the backseat door open and hopped in immediately. âWow. Thanks for not leaving me behind.â
âYou had three minutes left,â Wonwoo replied, a hint of exasperation in his tone as he finally fired up the engine and drove out of the campus.
The car ride was filled with laughter as Seokmin took charge of the music, blasting upbeat tracks that made it impossible not to move. He sang along, his voice rising above the catchy beats, and every now and then, he added exaggerated dance moves from the passenger seat, making you and Wonwoo laugh.
âCan you believe we actually survived the festival?â Seokmin exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. âI thought weâd end up in a full-on food fight or something! Just imagine itâstreamers flying, popcorn everywhere, total chaos!â
You chuckled, picturing the scene, however impossible it was. âYeah, and weâd be the ones cleaning it up afterward.â
âExactly! But it wouldâve been legendary!â Seokmin insisted, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âNext time, Iâm bringing a water balloon launcher. Whoâs in?â
Wonwoo rolled his eyes but couldnât hide his amusement. âYouâd just end up hitting someone with that.â
âDetails, details!â Seokmin waved off the concern. âIt doesnât matter as long as you had fun and made lots of memories.â
He stopped and gasped quietly as he watched you extend the iced coffee toward Wonwoo so he could take a sip. You noticed him only when Wonwoo had taken a sip and youâd placed the coffee back in the cup holder.
âWhat?â you asked.
âWhy donât you guys just kiss in front of me?â
Wonwoo scowled, glancing briefly at his friend. âWhy would we do that?â
âRight?â you blurted, snorting. âDidnât know you were kinky like that, Seokmin.â
Seokmin leaned back in his seat. âYou guys. You know thatâs not what I mean.â
You felt your cheeks heat up. âI was just being nice, okay?â
âRight, just being nice,â Seokmin teased, wiggling his eyebrows. âBut I mean, he didnât look like he was complaining. When did he stop complaining about you invading his space?â
âOh, heâs never complained to me before,â you replied, you didnât even need to think about it.
Seokmin gasped dramatically. âHe did not?â
âNot that I remember,â you said, peering at him in the backseat. âAnd I remember every single interaction we had,â you added with a proud smile.
âBut he doesnât like it when people are in his space,â said Seokmin, pointing at Wonwoo with a surprised expression. âHe hates it.â
You shot a glance at Wonwoo, who kept his eyes on the road, his expression unreadable. âEnough, Seokmin. Youâre gonna make her think Iâm enjoying this.â
âArenât you?â he shot back with a grin. âI mean, who wouldnât want a cute girl following him around, giving him drinks and all that?â
âExactly!â you exclaimed. âLook at me! 1-800-hot-n-fun.â
Seokmin leaned between your seats, pointing a finger gun at your temple. âExcuse me, maâam. Youâre under arrest for being 10 out of 10 and 2 hot 2 handle.â
You and Seokmin burst out laughing, and even Wonwoo couldnât hide his grin.
âSettle down, or I'll kick you two out of the car,â Wonwoo chided.
âIs it strange that Iâm more invested in your relationship than you are?â Seokmin asked after a momentâs pause.
You shushed him. âShut up. No one is more invested in our relationship than I am!â
As the miles rolled by, the countryside unfolded around you, with fields of wildflowers swaying in the breeze. Just as you were nearing the location, you had to stop at a gasoline station because Seokmin needed to use the restroom.
âHow about you?â he asked, just as Seokmin had left the car.
âNo, Iâm good,â you replied, glancing at him and found him scrolling through his phone. He just hummed, eyes fixed on his screen.
You took in his featuresâhandsome, of course, with that natural air of confidence he always seemed to carry. His jawline gave him an angular, sharp look, yet there was something almost delicate in the way his eyes softened when he looked at you, or the way his lashes fell gently against his skin when he blinked.
Your gaze fell to his lipsâsymmetrical with a defined cupidâs bow and subtle but natural fullness. There was that ever-present slight curve. It wasnât quite a smile, but it always seemed like it was on the verge of one, and it made you wonder what itâd take to coax a real one out of him.
âYou know,â you said, voice dripping with playful mischief, âyou have really pretty lips.â
Wonwoo paused, blinking as if processing your comment. His eyes flicked to your mouth, and for a second, the silence between you seemed to thicken. But then he shifted his gaze back to the road, brushing off your words like it was nothing. âThanks,â he replied, as nonchalant as ever.
At the back of your mind, you wonder if it was as soft as it appeared to be.
âCan you tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue?â you asked again, leaning a little closer with an innocent smile on your lips.Â
You knew exactly what you were doingâthe teasing tone, the loaded question. It was playful, sultry, but in a way that you could brush off if he didnât bite. You fully expected his usual indifferent response.
Then again, there was the possibility that maybe heâd pick up your hints this time, and maybe heâd do something about the tension that was building up between you right at this moment. Maybeâ
âI donât think anyone can,â he answered flatly, the corner of his mouth barely twitching.
You threw your hands up dramatically. âOh my god. What was I expecting?â you groaned, looking away.
Wonwoo remained quiet, so you glanced back at him. You met his eyes, dark with an intensity that you hadnât seen before. His jaw was clenched tightly, and somehow it felt as though you had done something wrong.
âWhat?â you asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.
He didnât say anything. He just unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned towards you. Before you could react, he was already cupping the back of your head and crashing his lips into yours.
You were momentarily stunned, grappling with the sensation of his lips pressing against yours. He tightened his grip on your head, tilting it just right, allowing him to kiss you more deeply. It was firm, yet slow, like heâd been thinking about it for much longer than youâd realized. You closed your eyes as you melted into him, kissing him back with a rhythm that made your skin prickle with the warmth that was slowly creeping into your chest. Your heart raced in its cageâso wildly that you swore Wonwoo could feel it echoing in his own.
When he finally pulled back, his expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of triumph in his eyes.
âSo?â His voice was low, teasing. âCan I?â
You blinked, still a little dazed. âHuh?â
He smirked, the smug confidence catching you off guard. âCan I tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue?â
Your mouth fell open in disbelief before you burst out laughing, the tension between you now crackling in the air. âY-yeah,â you stammered, the flustered grin spreading across your face. âAbsolutely. Youâre amazing. Basically a pro. Heh.â
Luckily, Seokmin arrived before the mood could get any more awkward. He did notice the shift between you, but when he asked about it, you just brushed it off. Deep inside, you were reeling in the bliss of kissing Wonwooâwait, noâof being kissed by Wonwoo.
You soon arrived at the villa, its warm stone exterior blending beautifully with the surrounding trees. There was a welcoming warmth to it, and you hoped it was as comfortable as it looked.
âWow, this place is massive,â Seokmin commented dramatically as he stepped out of the car, looking up at the villa as if it were a five-star resort.
Just then, a girl with beautiful long hair and a bright smile appeared on the porch. âHey, guys! You made it!â she called out, waving enthusiastically.Â
âClaire?â Seokmin blurted, evidently surprised.
âSeokmin!â she squealed, running to him for a quick hug.
You noticed Wonwoo stiffen slightly at the sight of her, his expression shifting as he watched the reunion. It didnât go unnoticed by you, but Claire seemed blissfully unaware.
âWhat are you doing here?â Seokmin asked, backing away with a neutral expression.
The student council president came out before Claire could respond. âYouâve arrived! Good. Good. Have you met Claire?â he said, smiling at Claire. âClaire here was kind enough to offer their family villa, so this is going to be our home for the weekend.â
âOh, I know these guys. We go way back,â said Claire, referring to Seokmin and Wonwoo.
Prez introduced you to her and Claireâs smile widened as she extended her hand to you. âNice to meet you!â
âNice to meet you too!â you replied, trying to match her enthusiasm. You were still processing the sudden tension in the air, especially from Wonwoo.
âCome on in! The others are waiting.â
As the president guided you inside, you watched as Claire held Wonwoo by the arm and walked ahead of you. You felt a sudden surge of annoyance at her, clearly out of jealousy.
Seokmin leaned in to whisper in your ear. âThatâs Wonwooâs ex.â
The revelation hung in the air as you watched them. Wonwooâs expression was blank, while Claire remained upbeat.
As you stepped further inside the villa, you couldnât shake the feeling that this weekend was going to be more complicated than you had anticipated.
The first order of business in the villa was dinner. After arriving early, everyone gathered around for snacks and chatted, but by dinner time, the group split into twoâthose helping in the kitchen and those exploring the villa.
You hadnât planned on helping out in the kitchen, but when you noticed only a few had volunteered, you reluctantly joined in. A mistake, you realized, as your eyes drifted to the living room where Wonwoo sat with Claire beside him. She looked far too comfortable, leaning in close as they talked, her laughter ringing out over the murmur of conversations. Your chest tightened at the sight, the feeling of irritation and insecurity creeping up on you.Â
Itâs fine. Heâs allowed to have a past, you told yourself, gripping the knife a little tighter as you sliced through a watermelon. But does she have to sit so close? Exes shouldnât be too nice to each other. And does she have to appear now?
âHey, focus!â Jihoonâs voice cut through your thoughts as he nudged your shoulder. âYouâre going to cut yourself if youâre not careful.â
âOh, shit,â you muttered, blinking down at the cutting board. You had nearly reached the end of the watermelon and were dangerously close to nicking your finger
âWhy are you so distracted?â Jihoon teased, glancing briefly at Wonwoo and Claire before turning back to the stove. âRelax. Heâs yours. Iâm sure of it.â
You let out a dry laugh, though your stomach twisted. âYou canât be so sure. Not with his ex clinging to him like that.â
âI donât know... Heâs heading this way now, so I think Iâm right,â Woozi replied, stirring the contents of the pan with a knowing smile.
Before you could process Jihoonâs words, Wonwoo appeared beside you. His presence made the kitchen feel smaller.
âWhat are you doing?â he asked, his gaze fixed on the watermelon as he gently nudged you aside. His body brushed against yours as he took the knife from your hand, his touch lingering a little longer than necessary. He began slicing the fruit with ease.
Your pulse quickened. âWhat do you think?â you pouted, stepping aside but staying close enough for your elbows to brush every now and then.
âI think youâre trying to get my attention. Getting hurt and all,â he replied, making your jaw drop. He laughed at your expression. âArenât you?â
âI wasnât hurt,â you told him, rolling your eyes although your heart was fluttering at the sight of his smile. âAnd even if I did want your attention, I donât need to hurt myself to get it.â
Wonwoo nodded, agreeing. âYouâre right. You donât need to. Itâs one of your many talents.â
You took a paring knife and started slicing the pears, scooting closer to Wonwoo so your elbows touched slightly. âSeokmin told me Claire was your ex.â
Wonwoo hummed in response, not looking up from the watermelon he was slicing. âShe is. Freshman year.â
You stopped the urge to roll your eyes. âSo you did believe in love.â
âJust because I had girlfriends before doesnât mean I believe in love.âÂ
âYou know, I heard somewhere that people who claim not to believe in love tend to be the most hopeless romantic individuals to ever walk the Earth.â
âWhoever said that was lying,â he replied, shoving a small piece of watermelon in your mouth, his fingers lightly brushing your lips.
You chewed slowly, feeling a blush creep up your neck. The way Wonwooâs eyes lingered on your lips didnât go unnoticed by you. On an ordinary day, that would be a good opportunity to make fun of him, but after what happened in the car earlier, you could not bring yourself to tease him.
He cleared his throat, looking away and resuming his task. You glanced around, suddenly feeling self-conscious and didnât know where to put your hand, so you grabbed a slice of watermelon.
âItâs very sweet. Try it,â you said, offering the slice to him.
Without looking, Wonwoo leaned sideways to you and took a bite of the fruit. You instantly regretted that because now you were the one staring at his lips, recalling the vivid imagery of earlierâs kiss.
âWonwoo!â a voice called out from the living room, snapping you out of your imaginations. It was Claire and she didnât have anything to say, just waving at Wonwoo with a smile.
You glanced at Wonwoo who didnât even bother to show a reaction, let alone respond.
âDoes it bother you that sheâs here?â you asked, your voice softer now, more curious than playful.
He paused, his gaze finally meeting yours. âNo, it doesnât bother me.â
âSo youâre unbothered?â
âIâm unbothered.â
You tilted your head, eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. âYou know, I heard that people who say theyâre unbothered tend to be... well, very bothered.â
Wonwoo let out a small, resigned laugh, finally setting the knife down. His gaze softened as he turned to face you fully. âAgain with your odd wisdom.â He raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing but warm. âWhatâs next? People who claim to have allergies arenât actually allergic?â
âOh, I wouldnât go that far,â you shot back, laughing. âAllergies are backed by science. But being bothered when youâre in the same room as your ex? Thatâs a little harder to prove. Just like not believing in love.â
âYouâre too smart for your own good,â he said sarcastically. âI might need to practice my patience so I can keep up with your antics.â
âOh? Youâll do that instead of telling me to leave you alone?â
Wonwoo scowled lightly. âDid you forget what Seokmin said? That I hate it when people bother me?â he asked, reaching to tuck a few stray hairs behind your ear. âI donât hate you, so I wonât tell you to leave me alone.â
Your heart skipped a beat, but before you could reply, Claireâs voice carried over from the living room, breaking the moment. You glanced over, watching as she stood up, her eyes briefly meeting Wonwooâs before she looked away.
I have a feeling in my gut that sheâs doing this on purpose, you thought to yourself, narrowing your eyes slightly at the other girl.
âDinnerâs almost ready!â someone called from the kitchen, pulling your attention back.
Wonwoo didnât seem to notice Claire at all as he turned to the stove to help Jihoon with the final touches. After that, you moved to the backyard just as the evening settled into a cool, dusky warmth.Â
The smell of barbecue filled the air, rich and smoky. The large grill crackled and popped as steaks, skewers, and vegetables sizzled under Seokminâs watchfulâalbeit playfulâeye. You could hear him narrating the process dramatically to anyone who would listen, complete with sound effects.
âAnd now, behold! The perfectly grilled steak, sizzling under my masterful technique,â Seokmin proclaimed, waving his spatula like a wand.
You sat at one of the long picnic tables on the patio, nursing a cold drink and watching the light from the grill flicker across the faces of your friends. Wonwoo sat beside you, quietly observing the scene while Claireâwho had rejoined the groupâchatted animatedly with some others across the table. You were trying not to feel too aware of her presence, but it was impossible not to glance her way now and then.
âHey, are you going to give me a hand, or are you just going to sit there looking cute?â Seokmin called to you with a playful wink.
You snorted, setting your drink down and getting up. âYou know, you canât use that line for everything.â
Seokmin shook his head, grinning widely. âWho said itâs a line? You just happen to look cute all the time, okay? Now, get over here and help me with the skewers.â
Wonwoo chuckled beside you, and you gave him a teasing glance as you headed toward the grill. âDonât laugh too much, or youâll be next on Seokminâs target list.â
âIâll pass,â Wonwoo replied dryly, though his eyes followed you with a hint of amusement.
You reached the grill, where Seokmin handed you a plate of marinated vegetables to arrange onto skewers. âSo, howâs it going over there with Mr. Mysterious?â Seokmin asked in a low voice, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he leaned closer.
You raised an eyebrow at him. âWhat do you mean?â
Seokmin nudged you with his elbow. âDonât play dumb. I saw how you and Wonwoo were looking at each other earlier. Youâre practically making out with your eyes.â
You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips. âOkay, you win. You are more invested in our relationship than me.â
âI told, didnât I?â he asked, giving you a knowing grin. âIâve known the guy for ages. Heâs not usually this... I donât know, present. Itâs like he actually pays attention when youâre around. Normally, heâs off in his own world.â
You opened your mouth to respond but were interrupted when Wonwoo appeared at your side, casually grabbing one of the skewers you had just finished assembling.
âHey!â you exclaimed, laughing. âYouâre supposed to let them cook first.â
Wonwoo raised an eyebrow, popping a piece of bell pepper into his mouth. âItâs good raw.â
Seokmin gasped dramatically. âItâs what?â
Wonwoo flicked Seokminâs forehead, discouraging his thoughts. âTake your mind out of the gutters.â
Seokmin rubbed the part of his forehead that Wonwoo flicked, grinning at you and wiggling his eyebrows knowingly. You playfully swatted his arm with the back of your hand.
âSo dirty-minded, go away,â you scolded though you were grinning.
Wonwoo smiled softly, and for a moment, the noise of the group around you faded. His gaze held yours, and you felt that familiar warmth spread through your chest again, that quiet tension that always seemed to hover between you.
Seokmin cleared his throat loudly, breaking the moment. âOkay, lovebirds, enough with the eyes! Weâve got mouths to feed.â
You blushed, turning back to the skewers as Seokmin gave you a teasing grin. He leaned over and whispered, âSee? What did I say? Sparks.â
âShut up,â you muttered, though you couldnât help smiling.
Seokmin sighed reminiscently. âMan, Iâm so single. I wish the others were here too.â
âRight? I wouldâve been fun to have them here,â you noted, remembering your rowdy friends.
âWe should do this again with them. Say âyesâ.â
âYes,â you replied, not missing a beat. âAbsolutely, yes.â
As the grilling continued, you could hear laughter and chatter all aroundâSeokminâs over-the-top narrations, Jihoon offering sarcastic commentary from where he stood near the grill, and Claireâs voice chiming in from the table, still carrying that same vibrant energy she had when you first arrived.
Once the food was ready, everyone gathered around the picnic tables, the platters piled high with grilled meats, skewers, and sides. The scent of charred meat and fresh herbs mixed with the cool evening breeze. The plates clinked as people passed around dishes, and conversations overlapped in the comfortable chaos of friends enjoying a good meal.
You found a spot next to Wonwoo again, your plate full, though you were more focused on the way his knee brushed against yours under the table. Each little touch felt like a secret between the two of you, unnoticed by everyone else.
Across the table, Prez pointed his fork at you and Wonwoo, grinning. âYou two are awfully close for two people who arenât dating.â
You almost choked on your food, but Wonwoo calmly sipped his drink, completely unfazed. âWeâre just eating, Prez,â he said, but his hand landing gently on your thigh under the table contradicted his statement.
âYeah, and sitting suspiciously close while doing it,â Seokmin quipped, wiggling his eyebrows. âJust saying. The grill master knows things.â
âYou really need to stop calling yourself that,â one of your companions teased, shaking her head at Seokmin.
Seokmin gasped dramatically. âExcuse me, maâam, but this title is earned through years of culinary excellence andââ
âHey, Claire, do you think Seokmin deserves the title of âgrill masterâ?â someone called from the other end of the table, cutting off his exaggerated speech.
Claire, who had been quiet for a while, looked up with a smile. âI mean, he did a good job, but I wouldnât go that far.â
The group erupted into laughter, and Seokmin threw his hands up in defeat. âFine, fine. Iâll accept the demotion.â
As the laughter died down, you felt Wonwoo lean a little closer, thumb rubbing your thigh over your jeans. He didnât say anything, but the way he quietly stayed by your side, even in the midst of all the noise, spoke volumes.
The evening carried on, full of easy laughter, good food, drunk anecdotes, and the soft glow of lanterns that lit up the patio as night fell. You couldnât remember the last time you felt this light, this content, as the warmth of the barbecue wrapped around you like a comfortable blanket and the buzz of alcohol numbed the cold air hitting your skin.
âYou alright?â Wonwoo asked, placing a hand over your back as you were resting your head on the table.
Everyone had gone back inside, save for a few others who continued their drinking by the poolside. You and Wonwoo were the only ones left at the table, mainly because you were tired and he didnât want to leave you.
You sat up and stared at him. âMy god, youâre so handsome. I could kiss you.â
âYouâre drunk.â
You snort. âIâm not drunk. I never get drunk!â you paused, staring at your index finger. âActually, I did get drunk⊠once, twice? Was it thrice? I donât remember. Anyway!â
You took a deep breath and tucked your hair behind your ears. âEven if Iâm not drunk, I always want to kiss you.â
âYou do?â he questioned, amused.
You stood up and stepped closer to him, he remained in his seat, watching you with soft eyes. You wobbled a bit but Wonwoo caught your arms firmly, keeping you steady. You held his face with your hands, squeezing his cheeks slightly. âDonât dodge this, okay?â
âSo? Did youâŠâ Seungcheol paused, hesitating. There was a hint of embarrassment on his face as he finished his sentence. â...kiss?â
You laughed, lolling your head back. âYouâre a grown-ass man and youâre hesitating to say the word âkissâ?â
Seungcheol shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looking away with a small pout. That expression intrigued you, surprised to know he could make such a face. Then again, what do you really know about him?
âItâs not my fault. The mood of your story is quite⊠Iâm not sure what to call it. Innocent? In a way?â
âI get what you mean. But to answer your question, we didnât kiss,â you jeered, rolling your eyes. âI blacked out and forgot, but he told me that we didnât kiss. He dodged it.â
âYou believed that?â
You shrugged. âWonwoo had no reason to lie about it. I mean, thatâs just out of character for him.â
âI see,â said Seungcheol, thinking. âSo? What happened next?â
You groaned, taking a big sip of your drink before continuing. âRemember Claire?â
âYeah, we do not like her.â
âGood, sheâs annoying,â you said, rolling your eyes. âShe was even more annoying the next day after that...â
Prez had a hike planned for the next day. The area was a popular spot for its beautiful river up the mountain, so you all agreed to go. When you heard a knock on your door, you had expected it to be Wonwoo, but instead, Jihoonâs smile greeted you.
âLooks like weâre carpooling today,â he said.
âWe are?â you asked, blinking in confusion.
Jihoon gave a half-shrug. âYeah, I thought the same. Figured youâd be with Wonwoo, but apparently, he already left.â
âWonwooâs gone?â You tried to keep your voice steady, masking the sting of disappointment that followed his words.
âYeah, he headed out early with Prez, Claire, and a few others,â Jihoon explained, noticing the subtle shift in your expression.
You forced a smile, quickly masking the sinking feeling in your chest. âWell, canât be helped. Iâll just grab my jacket.â
âTake your time. Calumâs not even ready yet, so weâve got a bit.â Jihoon leaned against the doorframe as you moved back inside to grab your things.
âWho else is with us?â you asked, emerging with your jacket and a small backpack.
âJust Calum,â Jihoon replied with a smirk. âWhich means we get to listen to him complain the whole way.â
You snorted, shaking your head. âWell, we better go before he decides to ditch us too.â
As the three of you arrived at the foot of the mountain, you spotted the rest of the group already gathered around the guide for a quick briefing. Your eyes immediately searched for Wonwoo. Sure enough, he and Seokmin were at the front of the line, both seemingly unaware that youâd arrived. A strange tension filled the air as your gaze lingered on Wonwoo, but you quickly pushed it aside, focusing on the hike ahead.
âOkay! Everybody ready to go?â the guide asked and everyone responded with a chorus of yesses.
You saw Wonwoo scanning the crowd behind him, stopping only when he locked eyes with you. There was a subtle change in his expression, something softer as if in recognition of you. He patted Prez on the back, saying something to him before he jogged toward you.
âThere you are,â he said with a small smile. âI thought you werenât coming?â
âWho said that?â you asked, genuinely perplexed.Â
âClaire. She said she heard you tell someone that you werenât coming out today.â
You smirked, annoyed at Claire and her obvious attempt to sabotage you. âAnd you didnât think to check with me?â
Wonwoo shrugged. âI didnât wanna wake you. You seemed pretty drunk last night.â
The annoyance you were feeling suddenly dissipated, replaced by shame as you recalled trying to kiss him last night. You looked away, covering your mouth in shock.
âAre you shy?â he asked, chuckling lightly. âThatâs new.â
You tutted at him and hit his arm playfully. âShut up.â
He chuckled, casually taking your sling bag and wearing it across his chest. âIâll take this.â
You grinned playfully. âAre you a gentleman now? Is it because youâve fallen in love with me?â
âNo. I just donât want to deal with you complaining about a heavy bag halfway through the hike.â
The hike started out smoothly, with the morning sun filtering through the trees. Your group moved at a comfortable pace, with chatter filling the air as you climbed higher, nearing the mountainâs scenic river. Claireâwho somehow found a way to walk next to Wonwoo and you, was leading the conversation close to Wonwoo, which irritated you more than youâd like to admit.Â
âAre you alright?â Jihoon asked quietly, his voice pulling you from your thoughts. He flashed you a knowing smirk, catching the direction of your gaze.
âIâm fine. Just⊠taking in the view,â you replied quietly.
Jihoon didnât seem convinced but dropped the subject. âWell, weâre almost there. Save your energy. Thereâs still the climb up to the ridge,â he added, pointing ahead to a steeper incline.
You felt a hand on your back and glanced at Wonwoo who just smiled at you. As the group made its way up, the conversation turned to reminiscing about old hiking trips. Claire, of course, found her way into this again, laughing as she talked about a time she and Wonwoo had hiked a similar trail.Â
âWonwoo was such a show-off back then,â she said with a laugh, nudging him. âYou remember that, right?â
You could hear the hint of nostalgia in her voice, but Wonwoo barely reacted. He just gave a polite nod, keeping his eyes on the trail ahead and his hand on your back.Â
âI was younger. Probably didnât know better.â
Claire smiled at his response, but there was something about the way she looked at himâlike she was waiting for more. It twisted something in your chest.
âYeah, when youâre younger, you make stupid decisions,â said Seokmin, laughing a tad bit louder than necessary. âYouâre so relatable, man. I try to forget my stupid decisions too. Especially the worst ones.â
You didnât know the context, but you grasped the picture Seokmin was trying to insinuate about Wonwoo and Claireâs history. For some reason, it made you feel better about yourself to know that Wonwooâs friend didnât like his ex.
After another thirty minutes of steady climbing, you reached the ridge, overlooking the crystal-clear river that sparkled in the distance. Everyone took a breath, the beauty of the view silencing the group momentarily.
âThis spot is perfect!â Prez called out, breaking the stillness as he bounced forward with his phone, ready to take pictures. âLetâs get some photos, everyone!â
Some of the group began to gather for a group shot, while others wandered around, taking in the scenery. You stayed back, wanting to enjoy the moment without Claireâs constant presence.
After a few photos and a lot of teasing from Seokmin, everyone dispersed, walking back toward the trail to continue on. As you moved ahead, you glanced at Wonwoo, who seemed quieter than usual, lost in his thoughts. You wondered if it was Claire getting to him, or if he was just being his typical reserved self.
The hike continued around the river, with a playful challenge thrown in along the way. Seokmin, always full of energy, dared anyone to balance on a fallen log that stretched across a small stream.
âCome on, whoâs got the best balance?â he called out, clapping his hands together. âItâs a rite of passage for this hike!â
Prez shook his head, grinning. âIâm out. Iâll leave that to the younger ones.â
Seokmin turned to you, eyebrows raised. âHow about you? I bet youâve got some hidden skills.â
You shook your head. âHave fun without me.â
âCome on!â Seokmin grinned, motioning for you to step up. âJust once. Letâs see who wins.â
âFine. You asked for this,â you told him, taking off your jacket and tying it across your hips.
The challenge began, and as you wobbled your way across the log, the others cheered from the sidelines. Seokmin was right behind you, steady but focused, and you could feel his presence as you tried not to lose your balance. A few slips here and there, but you made it across, jumping off the log with a victorious grin.
âNot bad, not bad!â Seokmin cheered, clapping his hands as he followed behind you, landing with ease.
You were catching your breath when you noticed Claire, standing a bit too close to Wonwoo, again sharing some kind of inside joke. Your stomach twisted as you watched them, the sight more irritating than the thought of falling off the log.
Feeling a bit frustrated, you turned away, pretending to check your bag but realized it was with Wonwoo. You sighed again, and then suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to see Wonwoo, holding out his water bottle.
âYou didnât bring water, did you?â he said simply, eyes soft but unreadable. âDrink up.â
You blinked, caught off guard by the gesture. âOh⊠thanks.â
âDonât wanna have to carry you all the way back.â
You rolled your eyes, knowing he was only trying to downplay his concern for you. âOf course, of course.â
You took the bottle, your frustration softening as you realized heâd been paying attention. It wasnât much, but you loved it anyway. You basked in itâin his attention which seemed to be on you most of the time.
He didnât say anything more, just walked beside you as the group started unloading their stuff for a quick lunch by the river. The others went for a swim, led by Seokmin, as expected. You quietly took a sip of the water, the cool water hydrating you as you glanced over at Wonwoo in his usual quiet demeanor. He handed you a sandwich that heâd peeled open for you. Even though he wasnât saying much, his actions were enough, and you couldnât help but wonder what exactly was going through his mind.
After lunch, Seokmin managed to talk you into looking for wild berries. The guide mentioned there were plenty of wild berries around, so it sounded like a harmless adventure. You walked with Seokmin, Jihoon, and a few others, but Wonwoo decided to sit this one out, saying he was a bit tired. You glanced back at him, wondering why he didnât want to join. He simply gave you a small wave before sitting by the waterâs edge, his quiet presence still lingering in your thoughts.
As you wandered deeper into the trees with the group, the sound of laughter and rustling bushes filled the air. Seokmin was practically bouncing from one patch of greenery to the next, exclaiming every time he found a small cluster of berries.
âLook, these are the good ones! I told you I had an eye for this!â he boasted, holding up a handful of bright red berries.
âOkay, okay! We know youâre the berry master,â you teased, bending down to pluck a few yourself. But as you reached for another low-hanging cluster, you misjudged your footing on a slippery rock. The moss-covered surface gave way under your shoe, and before you could catch yourself, you stumbled forward, scraping your hand against a sharp branch. A sharp sting shot through your palm, and you hissed in pain, clutching your hand.
âOw!â You winced, inspecting the cut. It wasnât deep, but a small trickle of blood appeared, and the sting was enough to make you stop in your tracks.
âAre you alright?â Jihoon was quick to notice, walking over to check on you.
You waved him off with a sheepish smile, trying not to make a big deal of it. âYeah, I just slipped on a rock. Itâs not that bad.â
Seokmin, always the dramatic one, rushed over too. âWhoa, are you bleeding? Should we get you back? Do we need a first aid kit? A stretcher?â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help laughing. âIâm fine. I just need to wash it off.â
But despite your attempts to brush it off, the sting lingered, and you felt a little foolish for not watching your step. Jihoon offered you his handkerchief to wrap around your hand for now. âHere, itâs not much, but it should help until we get back.â
âThanks,â you muttered, feeling a bit more embarrassed than hurt.
After a while, the group decided it was time to head back to the riverbank. As you approached, the sight of Wonwoo sitting alone by the water came into view. He was gazing out at the stream, looking serene.
When he saw you returning, his eyes instantly dropped to your hand, the makeshift bandage catching his attention. Without a word, he stood up and walked over to you, his brow furrowed slightly.
âWhat happened?â he asked sternly, his gaze locking onto yours.
âOh, I just slipped. Itâs nothing, really,â you said, trying to sound casual, though the throbbing in your palm said otherwise.
Wonwoo, however, didnât seem convinced. Without asking, he gently took your hand, carefully peeling back the cloth to look at the cut. His touch was soft but firm, and you felt your heart skip a beat as he inspected the wound.
âYou should clean this properly,â he said, his voice low, a hint of concern in his tone.
âI will, itâs justââ you started, but he was already pulling you toward the riverâs edge.
He crouched down by the water, motioning for you to follow. âCome here, rinse it off.â
You knelt beside him, dipping your hand into the cool water. The sting intensified for a moment before the fresh stream washed the dirt and blood away, leaving the cut cleaner. As if on cue, the guide appeared with a small first-aid kit, handing it to Wonwoo. He opened it, cleaning the wound with a steady hand before covering it with a Band-Aid.
âHere,â he murmured. âThis should be better than that cloth.â
You glanced at your hand, grateful, but Wonwoo's next words caught you off guard.
âYou said you donât need to hurt yourself to get my attention?â he asked, an almost teasing glint in his eyes.
You blinked, caught between amusement and exasperation. âI didnât do this on purpose! And you werenât even there when it happened. How is this an attempt at getting your attention?â
âYou came here with a wound,â he replied, his gaze softening slightly. âThat got my attention.â
You scoffed, shaking your head. âI didnât ask for you to clean it up or worry about me.â
For a moment, his brow furrowed as he studied you. âYou donât want me to?â
âWhat? Of course, I do!â you stammered, caught off guard by the sudden shift. âBut if youâre just going to hold it against me, no thanks. Iâll take care of myself.â
Wonwoo didnât let the comment slide. âAs if you have to take care of yourself. Lots of people will do that for you,â he said, scoffing as he nodded at Jihoon who was chatting animatedly with other people in a distance. âLike Jihoon, for example.â
You felt a spark of irritation flare. âGod, I hope youâre saying that because youâre jealous.â
Wonwooâs scoff came out a little too loud, and he quickly cleared his throat. âWhy would I be jealous?â
âExactly,â you said, pouting as you stood up abruptly, a wave of frustration rising in your chest. âYou donât like me enough to get jealous of other guys.â
Wonwoo stood up too, his expression softening just slightly. âLetâs go back together, okay? Donât go with Jihoon.â
You crossed your arms, turning away. âDid you hear me complain when you came here with your ex?â
Wonwoo fell quiet for a second longer than expected. When you turned to look at him, he was smiling. You raised an eyebrow, making him chuckle lowly.
âYou don't have to worry about her.â
âI'm not worried,â you denied, huffing. âWhy would I be worried? I'm a 10. 2 hot 2 handle.â
Wonwoo chuckled, pulling you by the waist and wiping your damp forehead. âDon't hang out with Seokmin too much, you're starting to sound like him.â
You didn't say anything, too caught up in the feeling of being close to him to form a coherent sentence.
âCome on. Letâs pack up,â he said, quietly dismissing whatever it was that just happened between you.
After the hike, you all went back to the villa to pack and get ready for the long drive home. Everyone seemed to be moving in slow, tired motions, still buzzing with the high of a day spent outdoors, but ready to settle into the comfort of a car seat. You grabbed your jacket and water bottle, feeling a slight soreness from the hike, but overall content with how the day had gone.
When Wonwoo finished loading your stuff in the trunk, you made your way to the shotgun and sat there while waiting to leave. Claire appeared at your window, startling you a little. She was smiling as she knocked.
âHi, Won,â she greeted as if she couldnât see you there. âYou didnât forget your promise, right? That youâd give me a ride back?â
âOf course,â Wonwoo replied.
âYay, thank you!â she said, opening the front seat door, much to your confusion.
Claire stared at you for a while, making you feel self-conscious all of a sudden. You gave her an inquiring look, which she returned with a raised eyebrow, gesturing for you to get off.
âDo you want me to get off so you can sit here?â you asked aloud, genuinely curious. âSeriously?â
âWhatâs going on?â Wonwoo asked, making you glance at him.
Claire spoke before you could respond. âOh, I donât mean to offend you or anything. Itâs just⊠well, I get woozy when I sit in the backseat for long drives. Wonwoo knows this. I hope you understand.â
Her words seemed innocent enough, but her tone grated on you. You glanced at Wonwoo, half-expecting him to shoot down the excuse for what it wasâa blatant attempt to sit next to him. Instead, he gave a simple nod, signaling for you to move.
Your heart sank. Seriously? It was obvious what she was doing. Glaringly obvious. And yet, he was just... fine with it? You bit back your frustration, forcing a polite smile as you got out of the shotgun seat.
âOh, thanks a lot! Youâre such an angel,â Claire gushed as she slipped into the seat beside Wonwoo. Her voice was dripping with exaggerated sweetness, but there was a glint of malice in her eyes that you were sure only you could see because her back was on Wonwoo.
âI have snacks,â she added to Wonwoo, pulling out a bag. âWe can share it. I know you like to nibble on something when driving.â
Still silent, deadpan, you slid into the backseat, trying not to let it bother you. You stared out the window, hoping somethingâanythingâwould distract you from the irritation building up. Then you spotted Seokmin jogging toward the car, his usual carefree grin plastered on his face.
That was a relief. Seokmin is fun so youâd probably be too busy laughing to even notice the two other people in front of you.
You moved to open the door for him, but he went straight to knock on Wonwooâs window.
âWhatâs going on? I thought you said you were too tired to drive?â Seokmin called through the rolled-down window.
âYeah, I was waiting for you,â Wonwoo replied, his voice light as he opened the door to step out.
You blinked in confusion as Seokmin slid into the driverâs seat, chatting animatedly. Wonwoo made his way to the back, where you sat still trying to piece together what just happened. When he reached for the door, you instinctively tugged it shut, surprising both of you.
âOh, sorry,â you blurted, opening it again quickly, your cheeks flushing. Wonwoo raised an eyebrow but said nothing, just chuckled softly as he pulled the door open himself.
He settled next to you, draping an arm over the seat. âWhereâs our blanket?â he asked, glancing around.
âOurââ you started, then caught yourself. âItâs⊠uh⊠there!â
You pointed toward the compartment near the gear shift. Wonwoo reached for it, undoing the fold and casually covering himself with it.
âHey, I brought that for myself,â you protested, though there was no real heat behind your words.
âIâm cold. If you need it, you can scoot closer,â he teased, the corners of his mouth twitching into a small smile.
âDonât just hog it,â you complained, tugging the blanket but Wonwoo tutted, glaring at you playfully before scooting closer to you and covering you with the blanket.
Seokmin, who had been fiddling with the carâs controls, sighed dramatically, tilting his head toward you two. âIâve never felt so single until now.â
You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips was undeniable. As the car finally started moving, you caught Claireâs icy stare in the rearview mirror. She was not enjoying the ride at all, and you hadnât even left the parking lot yet.
The ride back to the university had been a blur. After the initial chatter and laughter, the exhaustion from the hike finally caught up to you. You vaguely remembered the sound of Seokminâs playful banter, Claireâs chipper voice fading in and out, and the muffled conversations that filled the car, but most of it was a fog.
By the time you woke up, the sun had dipped lower in the sky. You blinked groggily, your eyes taking a moment to adjust. It was then you realized your head was resting on Wonwooâs arm, nestled comfortably against his shoulder. The scent of his hoodie filled your senses, and you stiffened slightly, unsure how long youâd been using him as your personal pillow.
You hesitated to move, not wanting to wake him if he had dozed off too, but then you felt him shift. His arm flexed slightly under your weight, and you quickly sat up, feeling your face grow warm as you straightened yourself.
âSorry, was I heavy?â you started, voice still heavy with sleep.
Wonwoo turned his head toward you, a soft smile playing on his lips. âItâs fine. You looked tired.â His voice was calm, as if it was no big deal, and somehow that made you relax a little.
You glanced out the window to see familiar buildings coming into view. The car was already pulling into the university parking lot, the journey back seemingly much shorter than expectedâprobably because youâd slept through most of it.
Seokmin was the first to break the silence from the front seat, stretching dramatically as the car came to a stop. âFinally! I thought weâd be driving forever.â
Claire, who had been unusually quiet toward the end of the ride, turned in her seat to glance at you and Wonwoo with a tight smile. âDid you get enough sleep back there?â she asked, her tone sugary but edged.
You smiled politely, pretending not to notice the underlying tone of her question. âYeah, I feel better now, thanks.â
Stepping out of the car, you pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders as the cool evening breeze hit you. Wonwoo came around the side of the car, his backpack slung over one shoulder and yours in his hand, his expression as calm and unreadable as always. You walked together in silence toward the dorms, the sounds of your friendsâ voices fading behind you.
âI guess thatâs the end of our little trip,â you said softly, breaking the quiet between you.
âYeah,â Wonwoo replied, glancing over at you. âIt was fun.â
You nodded, the memory of the hike and the car ride settling into something softer, quieter. You couldnât recall every detail of the trip, but a few things stuck with youâthe feeling of warmth each time he attended to you, the quiet closeness that had lingered in the space between you, and although it had been a silly joke, the kiss that you shared with him in the car.
At the dorm entrance, he paused, turning to you with a small flicker of worry on his face. âHowâs your hand?â
âThis? Oh, itâs totally fine,â you said, showing him your hand. âYou took really good care of it.â
Wonwoo gave a slight nod, his lips curling into a faint smile.
He walked you all the way to your room, with your bag in his hand while you kept talking to him, asking him this and that like a curious toddler.Â
âWhat are you doing today?â
Wonwoo shrugged. âProbably working on an assignment.â
You raised a brow, pushing the conversation further. âAnd after that?â
âGaming, maybe,â he replied with a small smirk, clearly entertained by your persistent questioning.
You tilted your head, pretending to think deeply. âDo you need help with the assignment?â
He gave a short laugh, shaking his head. âNo, Iâve got it.â
As you reached the door to your room, you hesitated, glancing at him. The idea of letting the day end here felt anticlimactic, and you werenât ready to let it slip away so easily. He stood there, still holding your bag, his usual calm expression giving nothing away.Â
âDo you wanna come in for a bit?â you asked, glancing at him.Â
He blinked, a little surprised. âWhy?â
âSo I can hang out with you more,â you answered honestly, flashing him a playful smile. âYou can get started on that assignment and I promise not to bother you too much.â
His eyes flickered to the door, then back to you, his lips quirking into that small, barely-there smile he often wore. âSure.â
You opened the door and stepped inside, the cool air from your room greeting you as you flicked on the lights. It wasnât muchâa cozy little dorm room with just enough space for a bed, desk, a single couch, a built-in closet, and a small shelf where you kept a stash of snacks.
âMake yourself comfortable,â you said, motioning to the small couch by the window. You placed your bag down and went over to the mini-fridge. âIâve got some juice or water. Or⊠ah, here we go,â you smiled, pulling out a couple of sodas. âWould you like some?â
Wonwoo took a seat, casually stretching his long legs out in front of him, his gaze following you as you handed him a can. He accepted it with a nod, popping it open with a soft hiss. The sound filled the quiet room, making the moment feel more intimate somehow.
He opened his laptop and began working, but you couldnât help glancing over at him every now and then. The subtle shift of his focus, the way his fingers moved over the keyboardâit was distracting in a way you werenât expecting. You grabbed a bag of chips and sat on the floor next to the couch, close enough that your shoulder pressed slightly on his leg.
âWhy are you on the floor?â he asked, reaching for the side of your head and rubbing his thumb through your hair.
âI donât wanna eat on the bed,â you replied, leaning slightly in his touch. âIâm fine, you can keep working,â you added, pulling up an app on your phone.
You were content with the quietâboth of you immersed in your own different bubbles, but still feeling the warmth radiating from each other. You didnât think youâd actually keep your promise to be quiet and let him work, but here you are.
âSo, about the hikeâŠâ Wonwoo said after a while, leaning back into the cushions as he stretched out his fingers. âDid you enjoy it?â
You took a sip of your soda, trying to act nonchalant. âYeah, it was nice. Different.â
âDifferent?â
âIn a good way.â You smiled. âI didnât expect to have that much fun either. Well, except for the part where I hurt myself,â you added with a playful grimace, showing him your bandaged hand again.
Wonwooâs eyes softened as he glanced at your hand. âJust be careful next time.â
There was a pause. You could feel him watching you, and when you finally looked up to meet his gaze, there was something in his eyes that made you feel both nervous and confident at the same time. It felt like the perfect moment to say something, to push the boundary of whatever this tension was between you.
Wonwoo put his laptop away. âCome here,â he said, patting his lap.
You stood up almost immediately, placing your arm around his neck as you lowered yourself down on his toned thighs. Not many words were exchanged between youâyou didnât need to anyway, you both knew exactly what you wanted.
Wonwooâs lips met yours in a soft, lingering touch, as if testing the waters. But after a second, a wave of heat surged through you, and you felt your entire body come alive. His lips were soft, warm, and tasted faintly of the soda he'd had earlier, and you couldnât help but lean in closer, deepening the kiss.
He responded almost immediately, a low, quiet sound escaping him as his hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him. His fingers dug into your sides, not harshly, but enough to make your breath hitch. The room around you disappearedâthere was no bed, no walls, no anything. Just the two of you lost in each other.
Your lips parted, allowing the kiss to deepen, and when his tongue swept across your lower lip, a shiver ran down your spine. It wasnât just a kiss anymore. It was something more, something primal, and hotâvery hot. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of him, and he obliged, his lips moving against yours with more urgency, more need.
You gasped when his teeth grazed your lower lip, the sensation sending a shock of pleasure through your body, and your knees weakened. His arms tightened around you, holding you steady, as though he could sense how much you were melting into him.
When you pulled back, you were in awe, staring at him with your mouth hanging open. Wonwoo smiled a content smileâproud, even, as he traced the outline of your face with his thumb.
âWow, that was so much better than what we did in the car,â you blurted before you could think about it. âI mean⊠heh. Not saying that one was bad, just, you know. This one is better.â
He chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer before reaching for his laptop. His focus reverted back to his work, which caught you off-guard since you were still sitting on his lap, with his hand supporting your back.
Heâs not seriously going back to his assignment, is he? you pondered, a bit disappointed. But he did, pulling you closer slightly as he used his two hands to type.
You casually slid out of his lap, sitting your butt on the armrest, but he held your legs in place just as you were about to get off completely, so you just left it there. For the next hour, you sat there together, him working on his assignment, and you scrolling through your phone.
You were both silentâheâd always been quiet, but you? Your mouth may be quiet, but your mind is spiralingâoverthinking, replaying, wondering, and projecting different scenarios in your headâall while celebrating another blissful kiss from Wonwoo.
In the days that followed, things between you and Wonwoo felt differentâ and unmistakably so. It wasnât just the quiet, stolen glances anymore, or the playful teasing that came so naturally. There was a shift in the way you interacted, in the way he smiled more often, and in how he seemed more comfortable around you.
Before, it had always been you who initiated any kind of physical touch in publicâholding his hand, a playful nudge, resting your head on his shoulder when you were tired. But now, it was him, too. Wonwoo would casually drape an arm across the back of your chair when you sat together in the library, or he'd give your shoulder a quick squeeze as you passed him by in the hallway. In private, he would hold your hand, or rest his hand on your thigh when you were out with friends. There was nothing over the top about itâjust small, simple gesturesâbut the warmth of it lingered each time, leaving your heart racing a little faster.
One afternoon, you both sat in a quiet corner of a cafe, sipping iced coffee while you pretended to focus on your assignments. Wonwoo was clicking away on his laptop, his attention mostly on the screen, but every now and then, heâd look up, meet your gaze, and flash you that rare, quiet smile that made you melt just a little.
âYouâve been smiling a lot lately,â you teased, narrowing your eyes at him.
He didnât look up, but his lips curved upward. âWhat? I always smile.â
âNot like this. Youâve been smiling because of me.â
Wonwoo finally met your gaze, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation. âI smile for a lot of people.â
âOh? Do you kiss a lot of people too?â you shot back, leaning forward and watching as a faint flush touched his ears.
He shook his head, still smiling but retreating behind his usual mask of aloofness. âThat was a fluke. And I didnât kiss you, you kissed me.â
You gasped dramatically. âYou filthy little liar!â
He simply chuckled but didnât argue further. Instead, he glanced over at your half-empty cup and nudged it toward you. âFinish your drink, or youâll complain about all the ice melting away later.â
Your heart fluttered at the subtle care behind his words. Wonwoo wasnât the type to outwardly fawn over anyone, but these little moments showed how much he paid attention. You wanted to impress him, so you drained your cup in one go, even though you were already full. He chuckled softly, giving you a look that said he saw right through you.
It wasnât all just the proximity and teasing, though. Youâd started noticing how you both went out of your way to take care of each other. You would save him snacks from lunch or remind him about deadlines, just wanting to show you cared. He, in turn, would grab an extra coffee for you in the mornings or walk you to class when it got dark, without making a big deal out of it. He was thoughtful, considerateâgenuinely so.
Later that evening, you met up with him for dinner at a small restaurant near the campus, you greeted him with your usual chipper smile.
âIs that a scrunchie?â you asked, eyeing the yellow lace scrunchie around his pulse.
âHmh?â He glanced at his wrist. âOh. Yeah, itâs a backup.â
âBackup?â
âYou keep losing yours when we go out. I got this for backup.â
âAw. Youâre so obsessed with me and I totally understand. I meanââ With flair, you flicked your hair out of your shoulder. âJust look at me.â
âDonât push it,â he warned, taking the scrunchie from his wrist and handing it to you. âFix your hair. I donât want it in my soup.â
You took it with a teasing grin. âThanks. You could have just gotten those plain black hair ties though. That way, I wouldnât feel too bad for losing them.â
âI thought it would look good on you,â he mumbled but you heard him just fine.
Out of habit, you wouldâve teased himâasked if heâs falling for you. But the way he looked away with the tiniest hint of shyness, the red tint on his ears, and the slight furrow of his browsâthey all made your heart race. You needed not to ask, the fact was staring right back at you.
The thought of Wonwoo finally falling in love with you was dauntingâterrifying in the best way. But you didnât know how to navigate this phase.
You decided to keep things playful, like always. âAre you falling in love with me, Jeon Wonwoo?â you teased, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in your eyes.
Wonwoo scoffed, leaning back in his chair with an air of practiced indifference. âIâm not falling in love with anyone,â he denied smoothly.
âMaybe not,â you shot back, a knowing grin curling your lips. âBut you definitely like me.â
Just then, the server approached, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile. âOh, to be young again,â she said, her gaze flitting between you two. âYou two look adorable together. How long have you been dating?â
âWeâre not dating,â you said automatically, flashing the woman a charming smile. âItâs just me. I like him a lot, and heâs⊠well, heâs just putting up with my antics.â You scrunched your nose for added effect, fully expecting the server to move on.
But the woman tilted her head thoughtfully. âIsnât that what a couple is?â she said, her smile widening.
You blinked, taken aback by her question. âSorry?â
âIf you like him, and he puts up with all your silly antics,â she continued with a hearty laugh, âthen youâre a couple.â
Your heart skipped a beat, the teasing atmosphere suddenly charged with a different kind of tension. You glanced at Wonwoo, half-expecting him to deny it too. But he just stared back at you, lips quirking into an amused smile, saying nothing.Â
This wasnât the first time someone mistook you for a couple. Youâd lost count of how many times people asked things like, âWhen did you start seeing each other?â And every time, you laughed it off, always the first to deny it, brushing away the idea with a joke. Not because you didnât want it to be trueâbut because you were scared of making Wonwoo uncomfortable, scared of pushing something he wasnât ready to acknowledge. Wonwoo, however, never once denied it, though he never really confirmed it either.
âHave you decided on your order yet?â the woman asked, prompting your attention.
After dinner, you walked back to the campus, completely satisfied by the good food. You were clinging on Wonwooâs arm, your head swaying from side to side as you hummed a song that you liked listening to these days.
âWhy do you keep telling everyone weâre not a couple?â he asked out of nowhere, making you glance up at him in surprise.
âBecause weâre not?â you replied, brow furrowed.
A smirk tugged at his lips, his gaze fixed straight ahead. âFor someone whoâs supposedly head over heels for me, you seem to hate it when people think weâre a couple.â
âI donât hate it. I actually like it!â you defended, tightening your grip on his arm. âIâm denying it for your sake. I donât want you to feel uncomfortable.â
âUncomfortable?â he echoed, glancing down at you.
You paused, biting your lip, trying to think of how to respond. âBecause⊠I guess I just didnât want to assume you were okay with it. I didnât want to make it weird by pushing something you hadnât even said you wanted.â
âWhy would you go out of your way worrying about me when I donât even make a big deal out of it?â
His tone was casual, almost indifferent, but there was something in the way he said itâsomething that made your heart skip. You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. You couldnât quite piece together what he was really getting at. It was confusing and you didnât want to make your own conclusions.
Wonwoo let out a soft sigh, moving a step ahead of you, his hands slipping into his pockets as he walked on.
âHey, wait up!â you called after him, jogging to catch up, completely unaware of the small, knowing smile that played on his lips.
BACK IN the present, Seungcheol scoffed and started clapping, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. âWow.â
You frowned, confused. âWhat? Why are you clapping?â
He stopped, resting his hands on his thighs and giving you a sarcastic smile. âYou were so dense, itâs embarrassing.â
âHey! Whatever happened to just listening and not judging?â
You were in your dorm room again, the familiar comfort of your space wrapping around both of you. It had become routineâspending time here, where you could sit across from him or lie together in peaceful silence. Wonwoo, as usual, had his legs crossed, leaning on the backrest of the couch, looking more relaxed than ever as he talked about his plans for the future.Â
It was the kind of conversation that youâd expect from Wonwoo. He had been so open about his future, talking about post-college job prospects and what he planned to do with his IT degree. You listened, intrigued by his calm and composed outlook.
âWhat about you?â he asked, catching you off-guard.
It was odd to be caught off-guard because of the way your conversation was going, it was expected of Wonwoo to ask about your plans too. At the time, it hadnât sunk in yet, but you remembered that you were already a senior and would soon be graduating. It was a difficult question for youâa student who didnât know what to do to launch the career she wanted to pursue.
âWhat do you wanna do?â he asked again, tilting his head in the way he did when he knew you werenât paying attention.
You found yourself drifting, your gaze shifting from his eyes to his lips. It was a habit now, the way your eyes traced the curve of his mouth whenever he spokeâhow his lips moved with each word, the subtle way they pressed together in thought. You barely registered the question he had just asked, lost in the subtle details of him.
âHey?â
You blinked, your gaze snapping back to his eyes, but the words tumbled out before you could think. âI so badly want to kiss you right now.â
Wonwoo sighed, like he was almost bored, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. His non-reaction is only comical to you now.
You shrugged, already moving to stand up. âNever mind, then.â
You turned to leave but then came a sudden tug that had you sitting on Wonwooâs lap, a brief glimpse of him swiftly taking his glasses off and tossing them aside before his lips crashed into yoursâall in a span of two seconds.Â
You were dumbfounded, but you immediately returned his kiss with the same amount of fervor.
âThere. Happy?â he muttered, looking bored, though you werenât fooled by his attempt to downplay what had just happened.
You blinked, still catching your breath. Slowly, you pouted as you reached out to fix the collar of his shirt. âI donât really wanna talk about careers right now.â
âOkay,â he said, shrugging. âThen letâs talk about us.â
âUs?â you echoed, trying to sound casual, though your pulse had quickened.
He nodded, watching you with gentleness on his face that gave you butterfli. âYeah. Us. Me, you, and what we want this relationship to be.â
The room felt still, his words hanging in the air between you. You couldnât stop staring at himâat the way, his dark eyes softened as they traced your face, the way his lips parted ever so slightly as if there was something more he wanted to say but couldnât bring himself to.
Your heart was pounding, your pulse echoing in your ears, and the proximity of himâso close, so invitingâwas intoxicating. He looked at you with a quiet intensity, his gaze flickering down to your lips, and in that instant, something between you snapped.
Wonwoo grabbed your face and pressed his lips onto yoursâsoftly, languidly, like heâd been deprived of it for so long that he wanted to savor every second of it. You quietly kissed him back, closing your eyes to immerse yourself. Every touch felt electric. The way his hands slid up your back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The way his lips moved with a rhythm that seemed to match the pounding of your heart. It was overwhelmingâthe intensity of it, the way you could feel his heart beating through his chest, how the heat was engulfing you from head to toe.
You pulled back for a moment, just enough to catch your breath, but your forehead stayed pressed against his. His breath was warm against your lips, and his eyesâhalf-lidded and dark with desireâlocked onto yours. He didnât say anything, but he looked at you like you were the only person in the world that mattered. You could still taste him on your lips, the memory of the kiss lingering, sending a thrill through you all over again.
âKiss me like that again and Iâm gonna take it as your confession of love,â you said, breaking the silence.
Wonwoo rolled his eyes and kissed you again with the same amount of sweet abandon. You gasped when he pulled away, utterly shocked.
âIs that⊠Is that your confession of love?â
âYouâre impossible,â he sighed.
Before you could say anything else, his hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. This time, it was deeper, hungrier. His lips molded against yours, his grip on you tightening as though he couldnât bear to let you go. You moaned softly into his mouth, the sound swallowed by the kiss as he tilted his head, changing the angle to kiss you even harder.
You felt dizzy, lightheadedâcompletely consumed by him. His lips, his touch, his scentâall of it was too much, yet not enough at the same time. You wanted more of him, more of this.
Your hips bucked forward, slamming onto his crotch where you found out that he too was being spurred further into the pit of desire. The contact made Wonwoo grunt, nipping your lower lip and wrapping strong arms around your waist.Â
Breathless, you pulled away, staring into his eyes and wondering if this was actually happening. Wonwoo lifted you by your thighs and moved from the couch to the bed in a heartbeat. There, he carefully laid you down, running gentle fingers through your hair.
âWonwooâŠâ you whispered, unsure of what you were going to say, but needing to break the silence.
He pressed a thumb on your lip, shushing your softly before kissing you again. This time, he abandoned your lips too quickly, moving his kisses down to your jaw and up to your earlobe. The tickling sensation spread through your nerves, intensified by his hand slipping under your shirt to palm your breast. You moaned out, arching toward his touch as your way of asking for more.
Wonwooâs lips left your ear, trailing to your neck down to your collarbone. His hands were busy with the buttons of your shirt, all while you were angling your neck to give him better access of your skin.
He pulled back once he was done with the buttons, marveling at the sight of your body, and letting out a sharp exhale before lifting the hem of his shirt and tossing it across the room.
âI can do a lot more without those,â he rasped, gesturing at your underwear and you hurriedly took them off.
While you were fiddling with the hook of your bra, Wonwoo dived down to kiss your belly, sucking with an intensity that you knew would leave tiny bruises on your skin. He was moving upwards, grabbing a boob as he peppered his path with kisses and then taking his mouth to meet your nipple. As if by his design, he sucked your nipple and pressed his fingers on your sex at the same time.
The moan you let out was throaty, spurred on by the ministrations of his mouth and his fingers. He rubbed tentative circles on your cunt, trying to find your clit based on your reactions. When he did find it, your mouth parted open as you took a sharp intake of breath, and the confidence on Wonwooâs face made you want him even more than you already did.
âOh, I see,â he grinned, licking a stripe on your neck. âThatâs the spot, isnât it?â
You bit your lower lip, trying not to lose your mind with just this. âSince when were you so arrogaâagh!â
âShh, youâre distracting me,â he said after pushing a finger in your cunt that had you gasping. He watched you writhe underneath him, going absolutely feral with just a finger. When he pushed another one inside, you were close to crying, whimpering, and clenching around his fingers.
âWonwoo pleaseâŠâ you whined, forehead creased and lips downturnedâdesperate, needy. âInside, baby. Please.â
âCome on. Say it properly. I canât give you what you want unless you speak to me clearly.â
You threw your head back and sobbed before meeting his gaze again to say, âFuck me, Wonwoo. I need you to fuck me really really good.â
Wonwoo groaned softly, clenching his jaw as he pulled his fingers out of your pussy. He shimmied out of his sweatpants and positioned himself between your legs, watching you with half-lidded eyes.
You watched in anticipation as he licked his fingers and used them to palm his erection. As he did, your breath hitched, chest heaving up and down as you waited patiently for him to do what he came to do. He lowered himself, placing his hands beside your head as he prodded your entrance with his cock.Â
Finally, you let out a guttural moan as he pushed inside you with one messy stroke. The nerves all over your body were rejoicing, feeling both relief and a delightful pain as your cunt stretched exquisitely.
âDamn, look at you,â he drawled, leaning lower to give your open mouth a sloppy kiss. âI didnât know you could get any prettier. If I did, I would have done this a long time ago.â
âMove, Wonwoo,â you managed to rasp out, not even trying to hide the desperation in your voice. âPlease, move. Please, please, please, please!â
He did as you asked, moving languidly as he practiced the clench. That didnât take long. In no time, he was rocking inside you over and over in a rhythm that made you lose your mind. You writhed and whimpered, urging Wonwoo to keep going.
When it looked like you couldnât take any more, he paused for a bit, squeezing your skin as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. Then he lifted your leg over his shoulder and rammed deeply into you, grunting at how tightly you clung onto his manhood.
âFuck,â he groaned, pausing to take a break. You reached to wipe the sweat forming on his forehead and saw the expression on his faceâsomething between pained and delighted. âWeâre not done yet,â he said, hovering over you and ravishing your neck before picking up where he left off.
You kept at it, moving in sync with each other, getting lost in a blur of passion and desire. Your mind was clouded, thinking about nothing except satisfaction and release. You rose to meet his thrust, clawing at his back as you desperately chased a high that was almost within reach.
âOh, Wonwoo,â you cried out, eyes rolling back just before the pulsating release engulfed you with euphoria.
âDamn it,â Wonwoo murmured, his thrusts becoming sloppy and unsteady as he chased his own climax, driven further into a high by your blissed-out face.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, staring at the ceiling with nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing to break the silence. You turned on your side, moving toward him and resting your head on his arm. His hands found a spot on your waist, thumb absentmindedly tracing small circles on your skin.
âIs this the part where I ask if I could be your boyfriend?â he asked, breaking the silence.
You giggled. âWeâre way past that now. But Iâd say âyesâ just for the sake of it.â
âBut I donât believe in love. Is that okay?â
You rolled your eyes. âItâs okay.â
âItâs overrated.â
âYes, youâve told me that,â you replied, chuckling lightly.
He turned on his side so he could face you, his eyes gleaming with affection and fondness. Those eyes were directed at you. âIâm not good at this. And I donât know what to call this, but I know I canât stand the idea of not being yours.â
You kissed his cheek. âItâs fine, Wonwoo. If you want me like I want you, it doesnât matter what we call it.â
âOkay, babe,â he grinned, pushing your hair out of your shoulder. He brushed his thumb over the skin of your neck, staring intently at it. âI may or may not have left someâŠâ he trailed off. â...marks.â
You gasped, sitting up with a jolt and hitting his chest. âJeon Wonwoo!â
Wonwoo simply grinned, propping himself on his elbow as he wiggled his eyebrows at you.
âThe girls are gonna see that and know that we had sex!â
He shrugged. âTheyâll probably just say something like, âAbout damn timeâ, you know?â
You rolled your eyes. âYouâre annoying,â you said, standing up at once and heading for the bathroom. Wonwoo followed behind you, draping an arm around your shoulder and then kissing the side of your head.
âIâm sorry. I wonât do it again,â he said, chuckling lightly.
âNo, do it again,â you said sheepishly, looking away. âJust⊠not where people can see it.â
You peeked at Wonwooâs face and saw him sporting a massive grin. âIâll keep that in mind.â
From the start of your official relationship, things shifted dramatically. Wonwoo was completely different from his usual aloof self. Heâd be all over youâholding your hand, lying on your lap, hugging you from behind, anything as long as he was attached to you. Heâd hold your hand even when the two of you were quietly reading booksâa habit he eventually picked up from you after your constant attempts to get him to read an actual physical book made of paper.
Your dorm room, as always, was the prime spot for these intimate moments. Heâd lazily wrap his arms around you, leaning in to steal kisses when you least expected it. The guy who once seemed indifferent now craved your touch.
When hanging out with friends, it was no different. Wonwoo would always reach for you without looking because he knew youâd always be within his reach. He would casually intertwine his fingers with yours, or simply place a hand on your thigh. It was so second nature that he did it once to Hoshi by mistake, his hand absentmindedly landing on Hoshiâs knee while he played a game. Hoshi, immediately recognizing his chance to mess with him, leaned his head on Wonwooâs shoulder, pretending to cuddle closer.
Still blissfully unaware, Wonwoo absentmindedly reached up and cupped Hoshi's cheek, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.
âMan, I didnât realize you were this clingy,â Hoshi teased, leaning into the warmth.
Wonwoo blinked, his brain catching up, and when the realization hit, he let out a horrified gasp, retracting his hand so quickly it was like he'd been burned. âHoshi, what theâ!â he stammered, scooting away from him as far as possible.
Across the room, you were in stitches laughing with the rest of your friends, watching the whole thing unfold.
âBabe,â Wonwoo called out to you, almost desperately, making a beeline toward where you sat. The sudden, affectionate tone in his voice had everyone cringing.
âI could never get used to this,â Jun said, shaking his head with exaggerated disbelief
âI hate it when they call each other that,â Seokmin added with a mock grimace. âLike, okay, youâre not single and lonely. We get it.â
Wonwoo pouted as he made his way to you, wrapping his arms around you like a child seeking comfort. âI missed you,â he mumbled dramatically into your shoulder, sending another wave of exaggerated groans through your friends.
You playfully tapped his forehead. âIâm like five steps away.â
âThatâs five steps too far,â he said, all mock seriousness, burying his face into the crook of your neck while the others looked away in mock disgust.
Moments like this had become common now, where he let little things slip that showed just how much he cared. Yet, he still clung to his old habit of feigning indifference, as though denying his feelings made it easier to hide how deeply heâd fallen for you. But it was all in good fun, and you found it adorable when he would switch back to his aloof, âtoo coolâ personality just to see you smile.
Despite the teasing, you liked this new side of him. It felt good knowing Wonwoo was willing to show both you and your friends a part of himself that not everyone got to see. Your relationship had leveled up, and it was evident not just in the way he acted but in the ease you felt together now
âCan we go back to when the only simp in this friend group was her?â Jill asked, pointing at you. âWonwooâs giving me the creeps.â
Feigning offense, you placed your hands on your hips and said, âWow, okay. Sue me for being drop-dead gorgeous and having a boyfriend whoâs head-over-heels with me. Whatever.â
âDonât listen to them, babe. Jealous friends are fake friends,â said Wonwoo, covering your ears and kissing the side of your head.
âHe was perfect. The best boyfriend one could ever ask for, except for the part where he didnât believe in love. Actually, that didnât even matter in the long run because he was still such a great guy,â you recounted, sighing contently as you gazed at the horizon, the warm colors of the sunset painting the sky. âI had never met anyone like him again. I donât think I will.â
Next to you, Seungcheol furrowed his brows slightly, the confusion evident on his face. âIf he was so perfectââ
âIâm gonna stop you right there,â you interjected, turning to him with your palm raised. âThere was no âif.â Wonwoo is perfect.â
âNo, hear me out,â he insisted, grabbing your hand and gently putting it down. âIf he was so perfect, why did you break up?â
You retracted your hand and glared at him, pretending to be offended. âIt is, what it is.â
âWhat does that mean in this context?â
âIt means, we were just not for each other,â you said, shrugging in acceptance. âHe was lovely and perfect, and all that. ButâYou know, I read somewhere that we were all created in pairs, and that we were put in this Earth to be with that one personâour pair.â
âPolyamorous people are not gonna like it when they hear that,â he shot back, a teasing grin on his face.
You tutted, shaking your head. âListen!â Narrowing your eyes at him, he mimed zipping his lips, letting you continue. âAs much as I wanted Wonwoo, we werenât the perfect match.â
âOkay, I get it,â he replied, nodding thoughtfully. âSo how did it end?â
You let out a heavy sigh then flattened your lips together in a tight smile. âI donât know if you noticed, but the whole time I was telling the story, I never once mentioned anything about us fighting.â
Seungcheolâs face lit up in realization.
âThatâs because weâve never had a fight. Not even once,â you added. And somehow, that was everything.
How did it end?
It wasnât anything grand, much like how you got together in the first place. Wonwoo continued to be a great boyfriend, one you could always boast about. Your friends were envious of such a perfect relationshipâone where your man was obsessed with you and adored you to death, not to mention good-looking and smart. He was a catch.
Wonwoo had a quiet patience that made it easy to handle your boundless energy. When youâd burst into a room excited, full of chatter, he would always listen with a soft smile, never overwhelmed by your liveliness. He didnât need to match your enthusiasm; his calm presence was enough.
And you understood him just as well. You knew when he was getting tired, even when he tried to hide it behind his usual stoic demeanor. Like when heâd sit a little closer than usual or his fingers would linger on your arm. Thatâs when youâd ease up, toning things down without him needing to say a word. You were attuned to his subtle cues, a silent understanding between the two of you that others rarely noticed.
But Wonwoo wasnât just passive; he knew how to take care of you, too. When your stress bubbled over, heâd pull you into his arms, resting his chin on top of your head, whispering words of comfort so softly they barely broke the silence. Youâd feel the tension melt away in those moments, reassured just by being close to him.
âI hate dental checkups,â you complained, slumping on Wonwooâs bed the moment you entered their dorm room.Â
You had just arrived from a dentist appointment and had to have your teeth cleaned as a regular procedure. Wonwoo sat in front of his computer, eyes fixed on the game he was playing, but he was listening to you.
âWas it bad?â he asked, fingers moving rapidly on the keys and eyes darting left and right as he focused on the screen before him.
âIt was! I forgot it was time for a cleaning procedure, so I went there totally unprepared. I didnât get to meditate and mentally prepare myself for the torture. It was awful,â you grumbled, burying your face in the sheets.
âCome here,â he called, glancing only briefly at you.
You walked towards him with a slouched back, sitting on his lap and burying your face in his neck.
âIt canât be helped, itâs not like you can just neglect your teeth. You did a great job back there,â he murmured, his voice gentle and comforting. âI hate dentist appointments too.â
You lifted your head and peeked at his face. âRight? Itâs the worst.â
He hummed. âI canât even last two minutes on that table without gagging. Itâs a nightmare.â
âReally?â you asked, surprised to learn something new about him. âYou know, I donât have a gag reflex.â
Wonwoo cocked an eyebrow, finally meeting your gaze just as the unmistakable sound of âVictoryâ echoed from his headphones. âReally now? Should we put that mouth to use then?â
You gasped, covering your mouth dramatically at how incredibly attractive he sounded. The atmosphere shifted, a sultry heat igniting the air between you.
âWhat? You didnât tell me that just to brag about it, did you?â he teased, his lips curling into a smirk.
At this point, you were sure your panties were already on the floor. âJeon Wonwoo, you hot specimen of a man,â you said, lunging at him with an urgent kiss.
Your relationship was not only built on mutual respect and adoration but also on an undeniable passion. As your lips met, you could feel that familiar spark, igniting something deep within you.
And despite his usual laid-back attitude, Wonwoo would go along with your plans. Youâd drag him to social gatherings with friends, where he might seem indifferent, but you knew better. His hand always found yours under the table, and though he stayed quiet, the squeeze of his fingers let you know he was happy to be thereâjust because you were.
Even when you coaxed him to take breaks from gaming or studying, heâd give you that knowing look, letting you win every time. âAlright,â heâd say with a sigh, but the way he let you guide him outside for fresh air told you he enjoyed the break more than heâd ever admit.
Yet, as you basked in these moments, a thought nagged at you, echoing in the back of your mind. You turned to Wonwoo, breathtakingly handsome in the golden light of the sunset.Â
âBabe,â you began, âdid you know we never had a fight yet? Not even about the smallest things.â
His brow furrowed slightly, realizing the truth in your question. Then he looked at you curiously. âI didnât realize. Isnât that a good thing?â
You pondered his response. âI think it is, but itâs weird, isnât it? Why donât we fight? Couples fight all the time. Look at Hosh and Mina.â
Wonwoo shrugged, taking a bite out of his churro. âMaybe because we donât let small things get in the way of our relationship?â
âHmmh. We understand each other so well, donât we?â you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips. âI donât know why, but somehow, I canât help but think that maybe itâs too easy. Like we never challenge each other or have those deep conversations.â
âWe have deep conversations all the time.â
âYouâre right, but not because of a fight,â you stated in a matter-of-factly tone.
Wonwoo frowned, and you could sense the wheels turning in his mind. Then he hummed, and said, âIt does make you wonder if weâre really communicating or just avoiding issues.â
What he said struck a chord with you. Days turned into weeks, and the questions loomed larger with each passing moment. You began to notice the cracks beneath the surface of your perfect relationship. The playful teasing became tinged with seriousness, and the easy laughter felt strained at times.
You pondered over the conversations with Mina and your other friends about love and relationships, and it began to dawn on you: What if what you have was limiting your growth instead of nurturing it? What if you had mistaken stagnation and decay for safety and comfort?
One evening, you and Wonwoo sat in your dorm room, the atmosphere cozy as you both worked on separate assignments. He was focused on his computer, while you scribbled notes on a notepad. You glanced at him, the familiar sight of his concentrated expression making your heart flutter. It was in these moments that you felt most at peace. And then came the thought that you couldnât seem to shake: How could something so good not be enough?
âHey,â you said, breaking the silence. Wonwoo looked up, his brow furrowing slightly. âIâve been thinking a lot about us.â
He tilted his head, taking in your every word. âWhatâs on your mind?â
âRemember when we talked about how weâve never fought at all?â you began, fidgeting with your pen.
Wonwoo hummed, nodding.
âWell, I couldnât stop thinking about it andâŠâ you paused to sigh, biting your lower lip to prevent the words from spilling out of your mouth. You knew it had to be said, that it was necessary to see if you should continue moving forward or move on with your lives.
Wonwoo reached for your face, wiping away a tear that you didnât realize had rolled down your cheek. âI know. You donât have to say it.â
Your lips turned downward, trying your best to hold back your tears. âBut isnât that avoiding the issue too?â
He chuckled lightly, pulling you toward him in a tight embrace. âIt is but, isn't it better than saying things that will only hurt each otherâs feelings?â
âWhat do you mean?â you asked, nuzzling against his chest.
Wonwoo was patting your back in a slow, soothing rhythm, calming your nerves and helping keep your tears at bay. âI know what youâre thinking, baby. Iâve been thinking about it too. And itâs okay, it canât be helped. Maybe itâs for the best too.â
You exhaled sharply before letting yourself sob in his shirt, tears rolling down your face like a sudden downpour. Wonwoo tightened his hug, shushing you gently as he rubbed your back, muttering soft âitâs okayâs in your ear.
âI donât wanna lose you,â you admitted, your voice cracking.
âMe neither,â he said softly, pressing a kiss on your head. âBut I think we need to face the reality of our futures. Our paths are set to diverge anyway, even if we try to change it. It might be for the best if we part ways now, while we still have these great, happy memories of each other.â
You pulled away from his embrace, looking up at him with your tear-stained face. The thought of never laughing together again weighed heavily in your heart, but there was also a flicker of understanding that this was the right choice.
âRemember when we were in that seminar, and you asked me if I liked you?â you chuckled through your tears, the memory bringing a smile to your lips.
Wonwoo laughed, a soft sound that felt like a warm hug. âHow could I forget? That was when I started falling for you.â
âReally?â you asked, eyes widening at his revelation. Wonwoo rolled his eyes as if he regretted telling you that. âNo, but seriously?â
âYes, yes,â he gave in. âYou were so confident then. So straightforward and honest. I may have experienced having my heart skip a beat for the first time.â
âNo way!â you giggled, snuggling into him. âWhy were you pretending to be so nonchalant for a long time?â
âI kinda liked having you chase me around,â he admitted sheepishly. âWhy? What were you gonna say about that day?â
You pulled back, sitting up. âOh, I wanted to ask if you were gonna tell me to leave you alone that day before the professor came in and I cut you off.â
He scoffed, feigning indifference. âWell, I guess you know the answer to that now.â
You giggled, wrapping your arms around his torso while you looked up at him. âI love you so much.â
âI love you too,â he replied in a heartbeat. âLove was worth a try with you.â
âIâm gonna remember you forever.â
âThatâs quite a big promise, but okay. Iâll take you up on that.â
And you spent the rest of your college days in each other's embrace, dreading the inevitable but also accepting the reality of your future. Jeon Wonwoo was a breath of fresh air, the warmth of the early morning sun, a prelude to a beautiful song, and a sweet memory of your youth that would stay with you forever.
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Could I get a Mammon, Vox and Husk with a S/O who gets harassed on the street and their reaction? You can have full creative control over what type of harassment!
I love your fics- if this isnât getting the creative juices flowing just let me know and Iâll request something different <3
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Husk | Mammon | Vox [Romantic]
In which some loathsome idiot thinks they'll get away with harassing their beloved s/o.
One of your favourite date nights is spent bar hopping
Pop a drink or two in each one, sometimes sharing one cocktail, his wing draped around you, your head leant on his shoulder, humming to the music surrounding you
Both of you had a preference for the less popular spots, the kinds of places you got the weirdest combinations, where he could be inspired and you could give him thoughts
The plus side of the smaller joints was that the music was never too loud, drinks were cheaper, and there was always a few spots free at the bar
Downside was that most places had their regulars, the kind of people who couldn't get in anywhere else
The kind of desperation that builds and spreads like mold in the corner of a dark room next to a leaky pipe
On a few occasions, someone would harmlessly ask to buy you a drink and would turn tail when Husk gave them his usually 'fuck off' look
But this time, the guy would just not get the hint
" What? Already claimed dibs on the bitch? "
Yeah- no, that attitude towards you is not going to fly
Not even three seconds and there's a bottle smashed on the drunk demons head, and three cards flying back into Husk's hand
That's when the bleeding starts
You slap a 20 down for your bill and jump straight up, already being dragged by Husk out the door
Insists if he stayed there you would have both gotten banned anyways, and he likes that spot
You guys don't really go out so casually without a good reason, or just for old times sake
A sin and his spouse on a city street in greed was just asking for bad things to happen
But still, if you asked and he had nothing that day, Mammon would always rather get quality time with you and people watch
Thats most of your conversation, pointing out demons and joking about what you think they are like, what the do, how they speak
It's always a fun game, until some newcomer saw you laughing at him and marched right up, clearly on something and clearly ready to have a go at someone
The moment he reaches for your wrist, his thumb falls to the floor, a messy and jagged cut the only sign of attack besides one of Mammons spider legs now revealed
Before he can even realize the pain or what's happened, Mammon lets out a menacing laugh
" Every extra inch towards my broad is another finger. "
That demon was already screaming and running away, most the crowd on the street that was watching now hurrying in any direction opposite of you and Mammon
" I'm only worth one finger? "
" Nah. Just being generous for once. "
Not really a street guy, but unfortunately some press conferences and events require mingling and interacting with others, which he never liked
Thankfully, with you he has an excuse to stay away from others, or show you off
He usually goes for the latter
He's all 'Have you met my wife?' 'My wife loves x and y!' 'Isn't my wife absolutely gorgeous?'
You are the first topic he speaks of after his company; you'd be the first if he didn't have to waste so much time being a salesman, but that is how the cookie crumbles
Sometimes when there's specific press releases, he has to send you off for a moment, where you usually go and mingle with some of the others in his industry you befriended
During one such interview, he couldn't help but spot out the corner of his eye, some lousy business woman drape her arm around your waist and grab at your hip
" Sorry yeah, this interview is over. "
Literally shoves his way over, sparks and electricity flying, to rip you out of her arms
" Baaabe, is this a friend? Whatever the case, we really gotta get going! "
Jealousy 3000
He's glad he stepped in after he overhears that lady had a habit of harassing other attendees
New clause in every interview; they have to include you or provide security over you while he is busy
Author's Note - Tooth anon comes in for another PIPIN HOT request!! I actually feel so bad because every time I take a break form writing is on yoru request and that really makes it look bad I am so sorry đ©
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an unlikely friendship
{insp by @sturnioz au} fratboy!chris needs a girls help with a deal, and the only girl he knows he can trust, is fratboy!matts.
vibe check: suggestive between reader and matt at the start, drug dealing, doing drugs (coke and weed), drinking, bad vibes from the other frat boys, reader and chris being enemies to best friends damon and bonnie style
4.7k words (I yapped a bit on this oops)
A/N: this is kind of a follow up to the 'what the fuck is wrong with you' fic but also not really? idk bro its the duo we didn't know we needed. also the song I chose for this is one of the best songs to come out of the shit hole country I call home so give it a listen and i'm also fully aware that an american frat would never play this song but its my story so, kick rocks.
love and cigs, merc
You were hovering over Matt, kissing him through your whimpers as he matched your pace, fucking up into you as you bounced on his cock relentlessly.
Your daily dose of Matt was quickly interrupted by Chris, charging in the room with a spliff hanging from his lips.
"Yo, y/n, I need t'ask you somethin" Chris was completely un-phased by the sight of you on top of Matt, luckily covered by his duvet.
"Chris, what the fuck are you doin, dickhead" Matt said in a huff as you quickly clambered off him and onto to the bed, covering yourself in shock.
"kid, show me somthin' I ain't seen before and I'll start throwing racks over y'both" Chris raised his brows in his brothers direction before turning his attention to you, "y/n I need to talk to ya"
Matt rolled his eyes, pulling the duvet to bunch up over his still hard cock. You pulled the duvet up to cover yourself completely, looking at Chris in complete bafflement.
"can it wait? i'm kinda busy right now, Chris" you shifted where you sat, glancing down at the messy bed and back to Chris.
"nah, it can't" Chris replied, taking a long toke of his joint and dead panning
"you're fuckin' unbelievable" Matt huffed, draping his arm over your shoulder and pulling you into him slightly "what do you want, kid"
"I need to take you on a deal i'm doin' tonight" Chris said.
"what?" you and Matt asked in unison, brows furrowed as Chris' face remained unchanged.
"what? am I fuckin' speaking Japanese or somethin'?" Chris' face scrunched up in annoyance, "I need ya for a deal"
"why me?" you ask, just as baffled as Matt beside you
"cause you're a girl" Chris shrugged, still toking on his joint.
"Chris, there is no way in ever loving fuck you're taking my girl to a fuckin' drug deal" Matt shook his head, annoyance thick in his voice.
Your heart swelled at the pet name, "your girl?" you craned your neck over to look at him, eyes flitting between his.
"yeah, my girl" Matt nodded with a smirk, edging his lips closer to yours as he repeated his words.
You locked your lips over his, your hand instantly coming to his jaw, pulling him into you with a giggle, he returned the kiss, tracing small circles on your shoulder with his soft finger tips.
"okay, if you two are gonna do this shit infront'a me can you pass me that cup cause i'm gonna fuckin' throw up" Chris said, retching at the sight of you and Matt all loved up.
"you came into my room, kid" Matt broke your kiss, pointing his attentions back to Chris as you chuckled
"anyway, s'not happening, find someone else" Matt shrugged stubbornly.
Chris groaned, rolling his eyes, "why, dude, y'being fuckin' annoying"
"why do you need a girl for the deal, anyway?" you asked, curious.
Chris toked his joint, "cause" he blew out the cloud of smoke in his mouth, "the house I'm goin' to is full of little bitches that've never felt the touch of a woman in their lives, you'll be like... bait"
"absolutely fuckin' not" Matt butted in, his voice stern.
"how bad could it really be?" you looked to Matt, somewhat intrigued by Chris' proposition and Chris' ears perked up at your curiosity
"are you stupid?" Matt looked at you instantly, brows furrowed, "angel, I am not lettin' you go to a frat house full of kids that wanna roofie you and fuck you on the campus green, nah, absolutely not" Matts grip tightened around you.
"first of all, i'm not fuckin' stupid, i'm smarter than you so, watch your mouth" you said, tone stern as Chris let out a little 'oh shit' from the end of the bed, "and second of all, i'm fully capable of looking after myself"
"and s'not like I'd let anything happen to her, I'll have her back" Chris added, trying to sound as uncaring as possible as not to let onto the fact that he actually thought you were alright.
"see, Chris will have my back" you mimicked Chris' words, flitting your eyes in Chris' direction whilst facing Matt, your face riddled with a cheeky smile at Chris actually being nice for once.
Matt groaned, rubbing his temples with a stretched hand across his forehead, "I don't know" he sighed
Chris' shoulders dropped, he sighed and rolled his head backwards before taking a deep breath and looking to the both of you, "look, y/n's the only girl I trust t'do this with me, kay? so either she comes, or it don't happen and I really need this deal to work"
You were slightly taken aback by Chris' honesty, shooting him a small smile that was met with a quick eye roll. You looked back to Matt who was looking at his brother, clenched jaw as he bit the inside of his cheek in thought.
"nothing happens to her, kay?" Matt said, after some deliberation.
"nothin" Chris nodded, standing to attention.
"cause I will personally see to your death, kid, like I will actually break every. single. bone. in your body until you're limp and heavy like a wet sock" Matt added, pointing a finger at Chris as excitement swelled in your body.
"super graphic, dude" Chris winced, "but fine, nothin happens or I die, got it"
Seeing Chris back down to Matt was always an interesting sight, it was like watching wolves fight for dominance. You squealed in excitement over the whole ordeal.
"I'm so excited, why am I excited?" You said, cheesing
"because you're a little sadist" Matt laughed, pulling you into a tender and short kiss, "if anything happens, you call me straight away, okay? anything"
you rolled your eyes, peppering another short kiss on Matts lips, "yes, Matthew, I will call you" you couldn't help but smile at Matts protectiveness over you, it was nice to never have to worry, you knew he had you, always.
"good girl" Matt smirked, "now, Chris, get the fuck out" he turned his attention to his brother as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into you.
"be ready by eight, kid" Chris said, walking away but looking at you over his shoulder.
"will do" you chuckled, turning to pull Matt into a sloppy kiss, Chris groaned and walked out the room, slamming the door behind him.
Later that night,
You were getting ready in Matts room, putting on your best 'bait' outfit and applying a smooth layer of red lipstick. Matt watched in awe as you stretched your plump lips open, applying the red tint to the corners of your mouth. You caught him staring at you in the mirror and chuckled at his slack jaw appearance.
"maybe you shouldn't go" Matt said, coming up behind you and resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Matthew" you rolled your eyes, putting the lid on your lipstick and turning around, wrapping your arms over his shoulders, "everything will be fine, I'm a big girl, okay? I can look after myself"
Matts hands snaked around your waist, making you arch into him, "I know, angel, but-" he sighed, "you're my girl, I don't really like the idea of you bein' bait for a drug deal, fuckin' hate it actually"
You cheesed at the pet name, it was his favourite thing to call you today and you weren't complaining.
"I'll be fine, I promise" You said, inching your red lips close to his as his lips parted in anticipation, you chuckled at his subtle neediness for you, knowing you were the only one who got to see him like this. You pulled your face away with a smirk and Matt tutted, raising his hand to your jaw quickly and pulling your face towards his with brute force, capturing your lips in a messy kiss.
You whimpered on instinct, arching into him as his hand came down to knead at the flesh of your skirt covered ass before placing a firm smack on one of your cheeks. You squealed with a smile, pulling away from him. Matt gazed down at you, red lipstick smeared across his lips. You giggled, bringing your thumb to his lips to wipe the stain away and Matt caught your thumb between your teeth with a teasing bite and squeezed your ass once more.
Your moment was interrupted by Chris once again, bounding into the room with, surprise surprise, a joint hanging from his lips.
"you ready, kid?" Chris said.
You peered at him over Matts shoulder and Matt turned his head to look at him. You dropped your hands from Matts shoulders, stepping out from in front of him so Chris could see your outfit.
"how do I look?" you smiled, holding your arms out in display.
"like a slut" Chris toked his joint and you cocked your eyes to the side with a half smile.
"dude" Matt warned from next to you.
"what?" Chris shrugged, "it's perfect" He grinned.
You hummed a satisfied sound and patted your skirt down, admiring your, according to Chris, slutty outfit.
"lets go, it's eight" Chris said putting his joint out in the ashtray on the table by the door after one final, long toke.
"okay" you smiled, turning to Matt to kiss him goodbye. His hands found your face instantly as you slotted your lips around his, Chris groaning behind the two of you.
"see you later" You pulled away from the kiss, hands wrapped around Matts wrists.
"see you later, angel, stay pretty for me, kay?" he smiled, placing another short kiss on your lips.
"mhm" you nodded, turning to face Chris with an excited smile.
As you walked away, Matt placed an encouraging slap on your ass. You walked past Chris, sauntering down the stairs. Just before he could follow you, Chris' shoulder was in Matts grip.
"what, kid" he huffed, but was cut off by the sight of Matt glaring at him.
"if anythin' happens to her, I will fuckin' end you," he said, his tone threatening as he spoke through gritted teeth.
Chris rolled his eyes, "Kid -" he went to speak.
"I'm serious, Chris. She's very fuckin' important to me and if she gets even close to hurt 'cause of you, we will have big fuckin' problems" Matt added, glaring at Chris.
Matts tone made Chris shift in his skin, completely unafraid of his brother but knowing what he's capable of when he's upset.
"m'not gonna let anythin' happen to her, kid, I promise, she's safe with me" Chris said, keeping Matts eye contact to show his sincerity.
"good, I trust you" Matt said, dropping his hand from Chris' shoulder.
Chris prodded the side of his cheek with his tongue and raised his brows quickly, trying not to let on that Matt trusting him was more important to him than anything.
"see ya later, angel" Chris mocked Matt, walking out the room with a chuckle.
The walk to the house was a lot less awkward than you thought it would be.
"so, whats the deal with this whole 'i need this to go well' thing?" you asked, looking to Chris with a cigarette between your lips, "why's it so important?"
"it just is, kid, why you askin' questions like you give a fuck" Chris tutted, looking you up and down with judgement.
You chuckled at his defensiveness, raising your hands in jesting surrender as you let your cig hang from your lips, "alright" you raised your brows and widened your eyes.
Chris looked at you and rolled his eyes with a sigh, pulling the preroll our from its tucked position behind his ear, he put the joint in his mouth and lit it, cupping the end with one hand as he sparked the lighter with the other. He took a long toke before blowing the smoke into the air.
"this house is one of two houses I don't sell to on the entire campus" Chris said, his voice strained slightly as he blew out the smoke.
"right" you said, encouraging him to talk.
"and, as we speak, Nate is at the other, working his Boston charm on the little christian girls of kappa kappa new" Chris smiled at you, raising his brows as he took another joke of his joint.
"and I know that thats a done deal, so, if we get this house tonight, i'll officially be the dealer of the whole fuckin' college" Chris raised his arms, turning as he gestured to the dark, street lamp lit campus.
you chuckled at his gesture, raising your brows quickly, "you sure do have big aspirations, Chris"
Chris tutted, "don't judge me, wise ass, not everyone can be a genius like you or Matthew" Chris mocked your voice as he said his brothers name.
"hey, I'm not judging" You raised your hands again
"you definitely are, kid" Chris rolled his eyes, returning his attention back to the street as he toked his joint.
"nah, i'm not, I think what you do is actually pretty cool" You shrugged, being honest.
"really?" Chris looked to you again, his face screwed up in confusion.
"yeah, you gotta be clued up to be able to do what you do, it's kinda admirable, in a... weird way" you nodded at him, holding his eye contact.
He didn't say anything at first, only fought the smile trying to crawl onto his face. Chris chuckled, shaking his head "thanks, kid, but I don't really need your approval to do what I do"
You rolled your eyes, retreating back into silence at Chris' incessant standoffishness.
When you got to house, you adjusted your outfit as you stood in the front garden, the music booming from the house as Chris finished his joint.
"you look fine, kid, stop faffin" Chris tutted.
"I know I look fine, asshole, I don't need your approval" you copied his earlier words with a grimacing look.
Chris couldn't help but laugh, you were the only person that spoke to him like that and he wasn't sure why he didn't want to throw you in front of a car because of it.
"when we get in there, jus stay close to me, y'don't even need to speak" Chris said, throwing his joint on the floor.
"so what the fuck am I here for then?" You tutted.
Chris groaned, "you know how car dealerships always have a hot chick standing by the car?" he tilted his head at you.
"yeah?" you scrunched your face at him.
"car" he pointed to himself, "hot chick" and then to you
"right" you said, bluntly.
"trust me, I know these boys n' they'll do anythin' to even look at a girl, let alone be associated with one, even if it is through their dealer" Chris added, hearing him speak about dealing made you see how smart he really was, and you felt yourself begin to kind of respect him
"so, just be a hot girl and help you sell product by doing nothing but being a hot girl?" you summarised.
"exactly" Chris smirked, slightly admiring your willingness to help him with this.
"I can do that" you shrugged, throwing your cigarette on the floor and stamping it out under your boot.
"thats why ya here, kid" Chris turned and walked towards the house, you followed him, puffing your chest out slightly and painting your features with a sly confidence.
The whole house was vibrating with people, 'Traktor' by Wretch 32 blaring through the speakers as you and Chris walked through, everyone turning to look at you both as Chris' presence cleared a path.
The whole party seemed to shift as Chris walked in, everyone whispering about the two of you, you heard mutters as you walked behind Chris, picking up the ends of sentences like 'who is that with him?' and others like 'I swear thats his brothers girl'. You had never developed the crippling gene that made people care about what other people thought of them, so knowing that everyone was talking about you didn't bother you in the slightest, maybe thats why Chris asked you to do this with him.
Chris was dapping up people as he walked through, seeing some personal regulars. He introduced you to everyone as 'Matts girl', some you already knew from spending so much time at the boys' frat house, others you had only met in passing or not at all.
Once Chris had manoeuvred you both through to the kitchen, you were met with a sight you despised. An entire group of frat boys, all clad in chinos and polo shirts, playing beer pong, terribly, and chest bumping each other every time the tiny ball entered the red cup.
"this is my personal hell" You said to Chris, resting your arm on his shoulder as you lent your body weight on him.
"you and me both" Chris chuckled, "lets go, it's game time"
Chris walked over, his demeanour shifting slightly as he approached them. He shifted from just Chris to dealer Chris, carrying an ampt up air of 'don't fuck with me' and a broadness in his shoulders that was honestly fascinating to watch.
You followed suit, pushing your hair back from your chest to hang down your back, leaving your cleavage on full display as you adjusted your walk, swaying your hips with purpose and swallowing all the hilarious jokes at the group of boys' expense you were definitely going to tell Matt later.
"yo, Chris, how you livin' bro?" One of the boys noticed Chris as you walked towards them.
"sup, Cody, was' good?" Chris dapped him up, shooting a nod at the rest of the boys' frat brothers.
"who's this?" Cody asked, gesturing to you and looking you up and down, near enough licking his lips at the sight of you.
"This is y/n, she's Matts girl" Chris replied, "y/n, this is Cody, he's the president of the frat" Chris looked to you, shooting you a short look that you understood immediately.
"hi" you smiled at the boy, blinking at him like a cat, "where can I get a drink?" you asked, putting on your best sorority persona.
"I like this girl" Cody looked to Chris who raised his brows quickly in response, "drinks table is over there, sweetheart" He pointed over to the far end of the room, "yo, packer, get Chris' pretty friend here a drink" He turned to shout to one of his frat brothers.
Packer did as he was told immediately, and within seconds you had a drink in your hand.
"Thanks, Packer" you said, brushing the boys hand for a moment as you took the drink from him and took a sip, returning your attentions to the boy who was undressing you with his eyes.
It made your skin crawl, in all honesty you wanted to throw the drink in his face, knee him in the balls and spit on his convulsing body, but, you had a role to play.
"so, I'm here 'cause I heard that your dealer got put away, and you boys in dire need of a new supplier" Chris said, pulling Cody's attention away from you.
"thats right" Cody smirked, trying to be as confident as he could in Chris' presence.
"well, I got everything ya need, bro, what'cha want" Chris shrugged, selling a pen to a writer and being effortlessly charismatic.
Cody chuckled, nodding his head and pressing his tongue to his teeth, "I told you last semester Chris, I dunno if the boys wanna be associated with you like that"
Chris rolled his eyes, "Cody, bro, who's in charge here? the boys? or you?" Chris lightly poked the boys shoulder, asserting dominance over him without even trying.
Cody thought for a moment, looking back at the boys as they continued to be terrible at beer pong.
"that is true" He nodded, looking back to Chris, "but, we gotta try before we buy, you gotta party with us" Cody added.
Chris opened his mouth to speak and looked to you for a moment, you looked up at him, furrowing your brows slightly with a small cock of your head.
"I dunno about that, bro, this ain't really my crowd" Chris said, shaking his head.
Before Cody could try and convince him, your arm was rested on Chris' shoulder once more, getting his attention.
"oh, come on, Chris, the boys wanna party, let's show em how we party" you said, your voice thick with faux encouragement disguising the message you were praying Chris was picking up on.
Chris narrowed his eyes at you and you widened yours, with a tense jaw, he turned to Cody, "alright, lets party"
Cody smiled and wrapped his arm round Chris' shoulder, guiding him over to his frat brothers and you followed them, cheesing at Chris cheekily as he shot you a glaring look from over his shoulder.
"lets do some shots!" you shouted, raising an arm and skipping over to the drinks table to get shot glasses and a bottle of vodka.
The drinks started to flow, and at some point, Chris actually looked like he was enjoying himself.
You and Chris were killing it; you beat everyone at beer pong, declaring yourself the duo of all duo's; at one point you were on a table, pouring straight liquor into Chris' mouth from about three feet up, surrounded by hoards of frat boys all cheering you on; you were arm wresting with frat boys, Chris acting as your coach, rubbing your shoulders and patting your face town with a vodka soaked tea towel as if you were a world champion boxer. It was actually, a lot of fun.
You had ten shots lined up, moving down the line side by side to do five shots each. You both knocked them back with ease, shooting one after the other like it was water. When you got to the final shot, you let out a loud 'whoop', echoed by Chris, who groaned at the feeling of pure vodka slipping down his throat. You held your hands up, asking for a high five of Chris and, in his drunken state, he complied, hitting your hands with his with brute force. You laughed loudly, cheesing at him, giving him a look that he knew meant 'its working'.
Cody and his frat brothers were around you, cheering you on as they struggled to keep up. Cody couldn't keep his eyes off you and, despite the sick feeling it gave you in your stomach, it gave you an idea.
"give me a baggy" You leant up to whisper in Chris' ear.
"what? why?" Chris said, shaking his head slightly.
"Just, trust me" you pulled away from his shoulder, nodding at him and holding your hand up.
Chris reached into his pocket, pulled out a baggy of coke and placed it in your palm, brows furrowed in curiosity as he watched you saunter over to Cody.
He couldn't quite make out what you were saying, but as you approached Cody he saw your whole energy shift, you went from your usual cold and standoffish self to a welcoming and flirty girl, Chris couldn't help but be somewhat proud.
You approached Cody, placing your hand on his chest with the baggy tucked between your fingers and got on your tip toes to talk directly into his ear.
"get your keys out" You said, putting on your best slurring drunk voice.
Cody did as you said, reaching into his pocket and handing you his keys with a smirk. You opened the baggy, keeping eye contact with him as you loaded just enough to sniff onto the end. You raised it to Cody's nose, placing a delicate finger on his nostril, your eye contact never wavering.
Cody snorted the lump of coke off the metal, his whole face scrunching up at the sensation of it shooting up his nose. You giggled, taking the key and licking it clean, batting your lashes at him before placing his keys back in his hand, letting your hand linger on his for a moment before turning away and walking back over to Chris, your face dropping from a smile the instant Cody couldn't see your expression.
Chris laughed, shaking his head in slight awe at you as you rolled your eyes, still swaying your hips, knowing Cody was looking at you.
"that was genius" Chris said as you reached his side, leaning on the counter and pouring yourself another drink.
"I know" you shrugged with a smile, taking a sip and turning back to face the party.
Chris watched as Cody bragged to his friends about what had just happened, telling everyone how hot you were and how good Chris' coke is. You nudged Chris with your shoulder and he grinned down at you, you cocked your head towards the frat boys and he pushed your shoulder jestingly, walking over to the group of boys, reaching into his pocket and handing out baggies, taking rolls of cash in return.
You stayed tucked away against the counter, watching as Chris pulled in cash endlessly, handing out bags of coke and weed to almost everyone at the party. At one point, he didn't even need to ask people if they wanted anything, they were coming to him and all he had to do was name his price. You smiled behind your cup, knowing that this is exactly how he wanted the night to go and happy that you got to be a part of this strange exchange.
Through the crowd of people, Chris found your eye-line, shooting you a grateful wink, one you returned before slamming your drink.
you pulled out your phone, vision only slightly blurry from the amount you had drunk. You messaged Matt, letting him know that everything had gone perfectly and that you and Chris were actually getting along.
You were snapped out of your text conversation by Chris saying your name, "you ready to go, kid?" he asked.
"yes, desperately, I can feel myself getting stupider just be being here" you groaned, following Chris as he walked you both through the party.
the walk home was actually, nice.
"when you loaded that key for him, I actually thought the kids knees were gonna buckle" Chris laughed, taking a long toke of his joint before offering you some.
You shook your head at his offer, reaching into your bra and pulling your cigarettes out, placing one in your mouth and using the end of Chris' joint to light it.
"dude he was literally shaking, like even being around me was enough to make him cream his pants" you chuckled, smoke leaving your mouth as you spoke.
Chris keeled over in laughter as he walked beside you, "it was fuckin' genius, kid, you're comin' on every deal with me when I have t'pretend to like those fuckin' losers"
"I'm happy to be of service" you said, curtsying at Chris with a ridiculous smirk on your face, your cigarette dangling from your lips.
Chris just laughed at your gesture, shaking his head as he toked his joint. You both walked in comfortable silence for a while, heading back to the frat house. You thought about the night, about how if you had told you a week ago that you would go out with Chris, and actually enjoy yourself, you would have laughed in your face.
"you know, I had a really good time tonight" you said, surprise thick in your voice.
Chris looked over to you and a cocked brow, "don't sound too surprised kid, m'not that bad"
"nah, you're not, you're actually kinda pleasant to be around when you're not being a cocky shit" you jested, pointing your cigarette at Chris accusingly.
"thanks, I guess" Chris chuckled, "you're not too bad either, kid"
you gasped, holding your hand to your chest, "did the Christopher Sturniolo just admit that he actually likes hanging out with me?" you said in exaggerated shock.
Chris rolled his eyes, taking a final toke of his joint and flicking the dead butt in your direction, you laughed, dodging the attack and ashing your cigarette at him.
"don't get too crazy, I wouldn't say I like hangin' out with ya" he smiled, "but I did have fun"
you walked the rest of the way home in silence, only breaking it to occasionally giggle about the events of the night or for Chris to tell you he needed to 'take a leak'. You had a surprisingly nice night, and for the first time since you had known him, you were beginning to actually like Chris, finally seeing what Matt meant when he says that he isn't 'all bad'. Chris shared your near admiration, seeing you for more than the confrontational, for lack of a better word, bitch that was fucking his brother and best friends with his girl.
It was an unlikely friendship, but it was definitely blossoming.
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pairing: Fred Weasley x Prefect!Reader
summary: Fred would do anything to see you, 'Hogwart's strictest Prefect', loosen up.
genre: fluff 'n stuff, and only slight angst, also borderline slowburn
warnings: swearing, bullying moments, implied that reader is in Slytherin, lots of teasing, flirting, kissing, Fred is completely and utterly whipped for reader, "your highness" nickname
a/n: not me in the middle of writing a neville fic and then having a shower thought of a fred x reader and writing this instead.
words: 6.9k
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You can hear them. And you know it's them, because of the sniggering and that laugh.
By now, when you patrolled outside of class hours you'd find yourself actively seeking out these boys. Today happens to be good day to continue your spotless Prefect record.
With a hand sliding to your hip, you smoothly round the corner of the door to your Potions classroom and as you suspected, Fred and George Weasley are there, huddled over a particular cauldron. Something's clearly already been brewed and Fred is holding a cork screwed flask with the mysterious liquid.
It takes a minute until Fred happens to glance toward the door and sees you there, nose in the air and hands now clasped in front of you. He's trying not to laugh when he sees you, and elbows his brother.
The said Weasley is about to say something, but as he meets your gaze his lips press together in a slightly curved line.
Successful in catching their attention, one eyebrow and then one corner of your lips gently raise. "We've really got to stop bumping into each other like this."
"I think you wanted to bump into us," Fred says with a prominent smile. He looks innocent, just like always.
You neither confirm nor deny his remark and instead stride closer to them. You take your time, head turning in each direction, eyes scanning for any other suspicious looking activity. It feels good, because you can feel their stares and how they wait with bated breaths for your next move.
With a last step you settle on the opposite side of their table. You look at Fred, head tilted softly, studying his expression.
His smile only grows when you reach his eyes and it's finally time to address the elephant in the room.
In a newly straightened posture you say in a slow and sarcastic tone, "did you know... that I can take away points from your House? From each of you, in fact?"
"Oh, come on. Our favourite Prefect. Can't you pretend you never saw us, like last time?" George answers.
"Sorry what was that? You'd like 30 points taken away?"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Fred waves with a chuckle, "let's not get hasty. What about... a-a compromise?"
George nods desperately.
Your eyebrow raises again, and you lean back, crossing your arms. "A compromise, instead of taking away your precious points?"
"Yes, we'll do anything."
"Anything?"
"Anything." Fred glides a tongue over his bottom lip, speaking to you through his eyes.
For once he looks completely serious and it makes you smile in delight. An expression seldom found in your features. It's completely magical and Fred finds no regret to bargaining with you.
"There is something you can do for me," your eyes glaze over Fred's face and then you turn to George, leaning forward over the table on your elbows. "The next Quidditch Game."
"Yeah? Slytherin v Gryffindor. Need us to bug someone?" George grins.
You shake your head and smile again. You're frighteningly beautiful with that curve on your face as you continue. "I need you to make sure that Slytherin wins."
"What?"
Fred captures your attention, so you lean in closer to his side of the desk. "It shouldn't be too hard for you both, right?"
He squints, unable to hold back a smile of his own. In the previous times when you had caught the twins in the middle of scheming, you'd never been so coy with them. Ruffling your feathers a bit was always the boys' goal when getting caught by you, however now that you seem to be playing along, Fred can't get enough. "That's hardly something to wish for, your highness. You can have anything from us, really anything. Don't hold back."
You shrug, "well, that's what I choose."
"But if you think about it you couâ"
"I can take the points off now, if you like? It's really no problem."
"Fine. W-We'll do it." George huffs, and his brother follows with a playful bow.
"Your wish is our command."
"Please just don't take the points off. We'll be kicked out of Gryffindor if you snitch again."
"Me? Snitch?" Your voice drips in sarcastic innocence, and you push yourself off of the desk. Your feet turn to walk back outside first, but your eyes remain on Fred until it's physically impossible to stay focused on him. As you saunter to the door, you feel their gazes on you again and it's oh so satisfying to know that you get the last say. "You need to get better at not getting caught. Because, if I didn't know any better, it looks more like you want me to bump into you."
You turn around to face them again, and stare at the flask in between Fred's long fingers. By some miracle you'd never found yourself to be the butt of their schemes, unlike the other prefects. Even as a chaser of the twins' opposition in Quidditch, you've been the only lucky soul on your team to come out the other end. The question was why? Why spare you?
"Who in Salazar's name threw that?" Your captain shrieks, massaging the back of his head, small flakes of snow dropping to the skin of his neck.
How bothersome, you think, looking around at the rest of your teammates who're busy cooling down after Quidditch training.
"What?! A snowball just happens to gain sentience and hit me, huh? An owl maybe? Just come forward, admit you did it and I'll go easy on youâ"
The spray of snow flies off of the captain's head again and you dodge the icy substance in time, some of it landing on your beater and chaser teammate. Everyone exclaims except you, you're too busy scanning over the field.
Suddenly, the burly boy of a captain huffs toward you, and you take a shove to the shoulder.
Stumbling back by a metre, you frown. Increasingly annoyed by your captain's baseless judgements. "What the hell is wrong with you? How many times do I have to tell you I'm a prefect?"
"I know a guilty person when I see one."
You're about to give him a piece of your mind until the idiot is hit again and you stifle a laugh at the noise he makes.
"Clever," he says through gritted teeth. Despite clearly looking at you just seconds before the snowball made contact with his thick skull, his pride is still hell-bent on accusing you. "I knew you were good at school, but I didn't think you'd stoop so low to use non-verball spells for something so stupid."
"Well, I knew you were delusional before, but now it's perfectly clear that you just don't have a brain."
As though your words were a signal, a tsunami of white ice balls appear in the sky and you don't hold back your smile as it pauses over your team. They each look up, faces with panicked expressions, and before they can even begin to escape, the snow crashes down over your peers. Figuring, it's the perfect moment to leave, you zoom out of the field on your broom and land to your feet once you can't see those angry faces anymore.
And that's when you hear him. That laugh, and he's looking at you and combing a hand through his ginger hair, all whilst adorning a satisfied ear-to-ear grin.
"Thanks." Is all you can say at first, then you realise his partner-in-crime George isn't right by his side. "Where's your brother?"
"On the other end of the field."
You nod. When you don't say anything more and turn to leave, you feel long fingers wrap around your wrist. He's warm against your icy skin, and your eyes shoot up, only to be greeted by a soft smirk.
"You're not going to snitch on us are you, your highness?"
"Me? Snitch?" You stop yourself from feeling so giddy about the previous event and instead focus on the fact that would you be doing your prefectoral duties correctly, you would have absolutely told a Professor about the twins. But the adrenaline rush feels too great and so you finally shake your head at the tall ginger. "You were just... watching us practice, right? I don't see anything suspicious about that."
His smirk twists into a genuine smile, and he allows your wrist to slide out of his grasp. A twinkle of mischievousness reaches your eyes, and then you're off, jogging into the distance. A few metres in, you take a chance to glance back to where you left Fred. And you don't know whether it was from training or the adrenaline, but you feel your neck and cheeks flare with heat at the sight of him lean against the frame of the entrance, steadily watching you run.
Clearing your throat, you push your recollection of the past away and take out your wand.
âYou know youâre not allowed to use spells outside of class, your highness,â says Fred, his voice playful.
âThatâs okay,â you shrug, âbecause I know you wonât tell on me.â
âAre you quite sure about that?â George chimes.
You nod immediately, the easiest question to answer. âIâm your favourite prefect, am I not?â
Fredâs expression is unreadable to you at first as he shakes his head slowly. He looks shocked, but at the same time pleased and a hint of something else that you canât quite grasp.
Figuring youâve stared at him long enough you send the twinsâ a wink and the door shuts with a swipe of your wand.
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Your robe is floating behind you, a spitting image of Professor Snape, as you walk with purpose to your class, books cradled in your arms and head held high. You round a corner of the halls smoothly and find yourself at your Potions classroom. It's been a week since finding the Weasleys in there, and you still haven't found out what concoction they had created.
In any case, your class has already begun, and Snape's voice is barely audible with the door in front of you. You let your fingers clench around your books for a moment, taking in a breath. Then you push your way in, and each one of your classmates turn their attention to you.
"How lovely of you to join us, Miss L/N."
Having already predicted the Professor's sarcasm-filled reaction to your tardiness, you hand out a small slip of paper. "A note from Professor McGonagall."
He barely skims over the words and indicates for you to find a seat. Fingers clenching around your books again, you let yourself look over your peers. There's a seat next to Ginger Jorkins from Hufflepuff, but after noticing your stare she's quick to put her belongings where you could have sat. You hold off from sighing, because to your relief there is one more free seat, all the way at the back of the room. Right beside the vacant spot is a familiar head of red hair, and the pain from your tight grip subsides upon seeing him. That sigh you've been holding lets free once you sit down and the class continues.
"Welcome to the back of the class," Fred whispers with his signature grin. "You're with the cool kids now."
"Speaking of..." You glance behind him and frown. "Where's your brother?"
He makes a face. "What do you mean?"
"I mean..." And then it hits you. The Slytherin versus Gryffindor Quidditch Game. The compromise. The "make-sure-that-Slytherin-wins" game. The "George-has-been-completely-annihilated-by-a-bludger" and "won't-be-walking-around-anytime-soon" game.
"Oh... right."
Fred simply nods, finding the way you froze for a moment to be equally funny and endearing. The rest of your face doesn't show it, but he notices the panic in your pretty eyes and gives your arm a little nudge. "Hey. The git's okay. Says it was worth the pain because the girl he fancies paid him a visit."
You bite your lip and let yourself focus on Snape, who's mouth is moving, but you can't hear anything coming out. "It's still technically my fault. He looked awful."
Fred leans forward, his head turning to rest against his crossed arms. He studies your features as you attempt to listen into the class. When he speaks, his voice is a whisper again. "Come to Hogsmeade with me."
You give him a side glance. No one's ever invited you to come before and for all you know he could be making fun of you. It'd been hard in the beginning, though you eventually found comfort being in your own presence; drinking butterbeer while other people joked and laughed and shared stories and the gossip of the week. And talked about how they received a pointless detention after being told off from that know-it-all bitch.
"I-I don't..." You stumble upon your words, the crease between your brows growing deeper as you try to recollect your thoughts.
"Yeah, you're coming," he declares. And when you go to protest, he sits back up, sending you a wink.
"AND so..." Snape glares in your direction, "by the end of this class, I will be testing the quality of your potions by using a simple leaf. If it melts you've brewed successfully, and if not... you'll be in here on the weekend till you get it right."
To your surprise, Fred doesn't make a fuss, instead he beams at you with a clap of his hands. "Let's get started then, shall we Professor?"
The said man only grunts in response, so you all begin.
Forty minutes passes by in an instant, and no matter how well you follow the recipe, the liquid in your cauldron doesn't look like a liquid anymore and it smells differently to Fred's.
Wait. Fred's?
You frown down into his cauldron. His potion's immaculate.
You pull at the sleeve of his robe till his head comes down and his long hair tickles the tip of your nose. "How are you doing this?"
"I'm smart when I want to be," he chuckles.
"That's not an answer. I demand you give me an answer, or... I will take off points from Gryffindor."
He feigns an expression of shock which immediately gives way to a smirk, face just a few inches away from yours. "And what if I do tell you? You promise not to snitch?"
"Me? Snitch?"
That mischievousness is back into your dolomitic eyes, and Fred swears that the potion isn't required to melt the leaf.
"How about a compromise?" you whisper.
He shoots a glance toward the Professor and then hums when he feels it's all clear to keep talking. "I'm listening."
"I come with you to Hogsmeade, and I promise to do whatever you want to do. Deal?"
He doesn't need a moment, or even a second to reply. He's already nodding, slipping a hand into yours. "Deal."
You share a knowing look and shake your intwined hands. Compromise confirmed. "Nowâ"
Before you get to finish, he pulls out a very familiar cork-screwed flask, and in perfect fashion you keep from gasping or reacting at all, but Fred can see it in your eyes. He scans over the classroom, Snape's busy writing something on the board, and so he's clear to lower his head to you.
Your fingers graze as he passes you the concoction he had made with his brother. Electricity runs through the veins of your fingers till it hits your heart, skipping a beat.
"Someone might've tipped us off about this assignment," Fred murmurs. "So, naturally, we just wanted to be prepared. There was no way we were going to miss out on a Hogsmeade visit."
Not with George in the Hospital Wing, you think to yourself with guilt, pulling your robe sleeve down to hide the flask should your Professor stop by.
"Well... my beloved brother sadly will. I'll never forget his bravery." Fred makes a show out of a simple sigh and you feel like slapping his arm. He places his hand over his chest and sighs again, only it's a little louder this time and longer. "A girl we know threatened us to rig the Quidditch game so that Slytherin would win, if we didn't do as she asked she would've gotten us into troubleâ"
"Fred." Images of the poor Weasley twin with a whole half of his body covered in the sickening colour of a bruise flood your brain.
"âand being the good man that he is, Georgie sacrificed himself, in order to satisfy the needs of this girl."
"Oi! I already feel horrible, okay?" You finally give his arm that well-earned smack, and when all he does is laugh, you huff with a pout.
He recollects himself, and makes sure Snape's still preoccupied. He bends down to your level again, and his breath fans over the strands of hair by your ear. "I would do the same for this girl."
There's that heat in your neck again and yet another electric feeling runs up your spine at his worlds. You don't meet his gaze and instead stare forward. To save yourself from embarrassment, you lift your chin and with one swift movement, the liquid from the flask falls into your cauldron.
Fred watches in delight as you stir until your previously horrible creation morphs and dissolves into that flawless fluid that you had just seen in the Weasley's cauldron. From such a result, you're unable to stop yourself as your lips curl into a smile, parting slowly to reveal your teeth.
You are the embodiment of this potion. Any person or creature of the magical world would completely disarm at the sight of your expression. And Fred's lucky enough to be your first victim.
"You seem very pleased, Miss L/N."
The black figure of Snape shadows yours and Fred's vision as he glides in front of your desk. He peers into your cauldron, nothing shows on his face and then he's examining Fred's, the same reaction of nothing.
The man then clicks his tongue and floats back to the front of the classroom, picking two leaves off of the plant on his desk. He returns swiftly, gesturing the rest of the class to join him by your table.
"Look closely." Snape says as his hand hovers over your creation, and then his fingers let go of the green object.
Hushed breaths watch as it hits the surface of the liquid with a ripple. There's no reaction at first and it fills you with dread. You even see Fred stiffen in the corner of your sight.
Then the leaf twitches with a change in colour, and soon it's no where to be seen, dissolved. Successful.
Someone mutters a 'wow', others share glances of contempt or roll their eyes. You on the other hand feel relieved and lean onto your hip, arm brushing against the tall boy beside you. He relaxes at your gentle touch.
"It seems you will have the fortune of freedom this weekend." Professor Snape mutters, and then with no time to waste, moves on to Fred. You barely have a chance to thank the man. His hand hovers, fingers open and a new leaf falls.
In a blink, the leaf has melted and you feel the Weasley straighten up in pride.
Snape however, isn't convinced and folds his arms. "How convenient that you should produce a successful potion - out of many failures - when seated beside Miss L/N."
Innocent until proven guilty, you think and look up at Fred, who's only smiling like a fool, his focused trained on Snape's. Your classmates murmur, and it isn't hard to place who they're talking about with their not-so subtle glares pointed in your direction.
"So I did a good job?" The boy's happy expression grows with innocence.
"Somehow. Five points... to each of you." The raven-haired man admits, his gaze lingers on the Weasley before he turns away, addressing you both and the rest of the class. "L/N and Weasley, seeing as you have completed the task, you may be dismissed. However, by next class I expect a 2,000 word written report of your method and findings. That'll be all. The rest of you... you have fifteen minutes."
Groans and curses hidden under breaths echo through the room, you and Fred, however, turn to each other with eyebrows raised and stupid grins plastered over your faces.
Adrenaline kicks in, and you both scramble to clear up the desk and snatch up your belongings. You sprint out the door not after sending the Professor a 'thank you', and then you're out the door and sprinting into the courtyard, crisp winter air nipping at your extremities.
You pause by the fountain, leaning against the tall structure and Fred follows suit, situating himself in front of you. "I can't believe I did that," you say in a breathless tone still grinning, books hugging into your chest.
He chuckles in between his own pants of breath. "Feels good doesn't it, your highness?"
"I hate to admit but... yes."
You watch as his gaze on you softens, as well as his grin subduing into contentment. "You make a good partner-in-crime. I think I might just replace George."
"Then he will surely kill me once he's recovered! That is... if he doesn't already."
Fred winks, "I'll make sure that won't happen. A princess such as yourself deserves a knight-in-shining armour."
"Oh yes." You give a curtsy and wave of your hand, your voice forming a posh accent. Well, no more posh than you already sound. "Then will you do the honour of escorting me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"
With a fist to his chest, Fred bows. "For you, my dear, anything."
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It's irregular of you to be so fashionably late. Last night you'd found yourself restless, thoughts of sleep hidden behind scenes of you and Fred eating candy together, laughing, using magic outside of class to throw snowballs at your Quidditch Captain. Despite the chill of a winter night, being covered by your duvet and blankets was suffocatingly warm, especially when you kept seeing Fred pull you behind a tree, gloved hands drawing you into him by your hips, noses barely touching and lips parted with warm butterbeered breaths.
Your chocolate-brown screech owl whinnies by the foot of your bed and you flinch, adjusting your beanie for the hundredth time. "What do you think, Prim? Do I look tired? I look tired, don't I?"
The owl blinks and gives another whinny, a sound similar to that of a miniature pony. You check the clock on the wall of your dormitory and bite your lip, jostling through your belongings and retrieving a small purse of galleons to shove into your coat pocket.
One more look in the mirror, just one more. Your hair looks surprising lovely, strands of it squished against your thick scarf, and fortunately covering areas of your blemished face that couldn't be covered enough by your concealer. "It'll have to do!"
Prim purrs when you stroke her head and then you're off. You almost trip at the bottom of the stairs and as a result you pause, taking in a breath, calming the pounding in your chest. This Hogsmeade visit is just like any other. Just like any other. Youâre just⊠not alone this time. Thatâs enough to get you smiling, as you saunter through the halls and finally out the gates, where you see a few groups of students still hanging around Hogwarts.
At the top of the steps you crane your neck in an attempts to find Fred amongst the small groups.
âI was beginning to think you stood me up.â
You spin on your heels at the sound of his voice, and are greeted with a growing grin. Teeth sparkling and everything. It takes a toll on you not to tackle him in a hug right then and there. The thick hoody heâs adorning, as well as the adorable beanie all look extra cuddly. Those gloved hands that youâve been thinking about slide out of the pockets of his jeans and reach for your scarf, gently tightening the fabric around your face and neck.
On the outside you seem unbothered by his action, but he already sees what youâre really feeling through those dolomitic eyes of yours. âA dealâs a deal,â you finally say. âBut it was rude of me to keep you waiting so long, so Iâll buy you a butterbeer.â
He shakes his head, fiddling with the hem of the scarf. âYou turning up is enough for me.â
You shake your head back, dipping your chin into the material to hide your smile. âIâm buying you one. Argument over.â
âAlright then.â He chuckles and gives your scarf a gentle tug. âNo more time to waste, your highness, letâs go.â
âLead the way, Sir Weasley.â
Youâre perfectly giddy as you trudge your way to the little village. Fred tells you about his plans for Christmas and you tell him yours, not very big and not very exciting, but he adores listening to you speak. He tells you about George and his recovery, and teases you when he sees guilt written over your face. Then despite your many differences, you both bond over your love for Quidditch, especially the Irish team. Occasionally, your shoulders and arms graze, and other times your fingers, as you stomp through the snow covered grounds. With every touch your chest grows warm, and your belly flips. You almost forget that you should be looking out for any bad behaviour. You almost forget that you still have a duty to uphold to the school.
Hogsmeade is bustling with life when you finally arrive. More so now that you could share it with someone.
âCome on, letâs warm up first.â Fred tugs your scarf again and successfully gains your full attention. He pulls you into the Three Broomsticks, greeted immediately by a wave of warmth. Heâs still pulling on your scarf so you swiftly ask for two hot butterbeers and allow him to lead you to a table at the far end of the room.
âAm I your pet? Leading me around like that.â You sit down opposite him, motioning to his hand still holding onto the end of the long material.
He hums for a moment, and doesn't look to have any intention of letting go. âMore like restraining you from going into âprefectâ mode.â
"Hey! Some people need disciplining," you pout.
"You sound like a Professor..." he narrows his eyes at you, lacking the skills to stop smiling so big. "You're not Professor Snape using Polyjuice potion, are you? Trying to figure out my secrets for passing your class, huh?"
Slowly, meticulously you straighten your back and fold your hands over the table, and void any emotion on your face. Your voice is low and slow and articulating every syllable as you speak. "What a ri-di-cu-lous suggestion. However... while we are on the topic, you didn't... copy off me, did you?"
Fred is so bad at suppressing his smirk. "Bloody Norah, you found me out! You're so smart, Professâ I mean... your highness."
The clink of glass hitting your table interrupts yours and Fred's thoughts. Madam Rosmerta's standing over you and when you meet her gaze she winks. "Good to see you with company this time around, Y/N."
Your face squishes into the fabric that Fred's still holding onto as you feel heat rise in your cheeks. Desperate to eliminate the fact that she basically just called you a loner in front of him, you fish into your pocket and pull out some coins, placing them onto the woman's open palm. "Thank you, Madam Rosmerta."
"Pleasure, dears. Enjoy.â Another wink is sent your way and sheâs off to tend the rest of her pub.
As you bring the hot beverage to your mouth, you peek through your eyelashes. Fred has removed one glove and is now using that bare hand hold onto his drink, allowing the warmth to transfer into his already warm skin.
"Thank you," he says.
Your brows press together, "what for?"
"For paying."
"Well... thank you too."
He raises an eyebrow as he takes a good sip of the butterbeer, waiting for you to elaborate.
"For inviting me," you say shyly, fingers sliding across the surface of the mug.
"Awh, that's nothing," he chuckles, gently swaying your scarf.
"It's not 'nothing'. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night because I was so excited to come with you."
The ginger-haired boy presses his lips together tightly and then leans his face closer to you. "Wait, really?!"
How many times has it been now that you've felt your face heat up around Fred? You could play so coy and confident before, but now you felt like any other girl-with-a-crush in your year. "As a matter of fact, yes." You raise your chin and attempt to sit up straighter. "I know it may seem that I only agreed to come because of a compromise, but... I really did â do â appreciate you considering me."
"I don't think we'll need to stop by Honeydukes, your highness. You're so sweet, that my teeth already ache."
"You're so...!" You smack his arm.
But he's grinning like a fool, pulling at your scarf. "I'm so what?"
"I'm gonna take points off Gryffindor, just because you asked."
He guffaws, "what is this abuse of power?"
You take a swig of butterbeer and shrug, head high and smirk on display. "I like to call them perks."
"See?" You feel on your neck as he gives a tug-tug. "This is why you need to be kept on a lead."
Before you can retort, you notice he's pointing at his upper-lip and quietly chuckling. It sets off your heart.
"Brilliant moustache you got there," he says.
"Oh... thank you." How embarrassing. You really thought he was suggesting something else for a moment there. You glance around the room to make sure no one's watching before you slide a tongue over the sweet foam above your lip. "Is it gone?"
"Just..." at first there's a second of hesitation, but then he pulls you in over the table and meets you half-way, un-gloved hand coming up to cup your face. Why is he always so warm? Why is it that one of the most notorious rule-breakers of the school is taking your fancy? And so easily at that.
It feels like an hour passes when his thumb smooths over the left corner of your mouth and you hold in a breath, fingers clenched around your mug. You simply cannot help the urge to look at his own lips; pretty, pink and gently parted, calm breaths passing through.
His movements pause all of a sudden, so you glance at his eyes, but he's already looking at you. Completely under your spell, completely forgetting how to move, and completely forgetting that you're in public. You seem to have forgotten the same, still not pulling away from his touch. He catches your eyes dip to his lips again and he swallows thickly.
Then he's moving away and sitting back down, clearing his throat. "There, now you're good."
"Thanks," you wipe a finger over for extra measure and then look out the window, clearing your throat and straightening your back.
"You know how you mentioned that part of the deal was that we'd do anything I want to do?" He inquires, finishing his drink with a last swig.
"Yeah. A deal is a deal," you answer, finally turning back to him, surprised to see a confident smile carved into his features.
"Perfect. There's something I want to show you, but first I have a really good idea to help you unwind and forget about your prefect-ness."
"That doesn't sound good," you tease, chugging the last bit of your own butterbeer.
He's smirking now, "you won't be saying that when you see what we'll be doing."
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You're both crouched behind a boulder that oversees the Shrieking Shack in the distance. The perfect spot to spy on anyone who visits the lookout point. The perfect spot to snog outside of school walls. And it also happens to be the perfect spot to stock up on snowballs and wait for one particular person to fall into your trap.
"I hate to admit, but you were right, Sir Weasley. Again," you mutter, rubbing your gloved hands together.
"The more you hang out with me, the more you'll find out just how right I always am." He peeks over the boulder for a moment and then his hand shoots up in alarm, speaking in barely a whisper, "he's here."
He is. You can hear your Quidditch captain now and a few of his buddies, chatting and laughing. Someone puts on a voice, and it makes the group howl, but makes your stomach churn. The closer they get to the lookout, the clearer their words sound and the more you're looking forward to breaking the rules.
"âthinks she's all that, just 'cause she's a prefect. Like, bitch, I'm older than you!"
Their laughter is equal to that of nails on a chalkboard. Pelting them with some snowballs might not be fulfilling enough.
"Nah, it's 'cause she's got Snape behind her, hah. Thinks she can say and do whatever she wants."
Fred is hearing all of this. You feel like screaming, and perhaps hexing the hell out of all of them. They need a proper disciplining.
"Yeah, that's probably what's happening!" The group laugh again, and the next thing they say is the last straw. "She only got prefect because she's fucking him."
The bottom of your vision is blurry, but you tell Fred you're ready and he only nods. You both raise your wands, and he counts to three.
One snowball hits the back of the captain's head and to your satisfaction he lands on his face. You and Fred are enjoying the scene a little too much that it isn't until one of the idiots shout your name, do you realise you've blown your cover.
"Shoot!"
"Quick! We need to unleash all we've got!" Fred takes your free hand and guides you up to stand beside him. "One, two, THREE!"
Adrenaline shoots through your veins, as together you swish your wands and the rest of your snow pile is sent into the air. One more flick of the wands, and the balls fly with the speed of a snitch. Straight toward their faces. Exclamations, grunts, yells echo through the woods and open winter air. They swipe at their faces and eyes, blinded by your attack. The captain's still trying to recover from the first hit, from head to toe the entire front half of him is covered in white.
You let out a laugh, and suddenly Fred takes your hand again and you're sprinting away from the crime scene.
"HEY!" The Quidditch captain shouts after you, pure rage in his tone.
But you couldn't care less, because that grin on the Weasley's face is too contagious as you run by him, gloved hand in gloved hand.
He peeks over his shoulder to meet your gaze, only resulting in a skip of his heart and a flip of his stomach. Losing that Quidditch match was absolutely worth it, and Fred had to remind himself to thank George later for taking the blow.
You share breathless laughter as the shouts increase in amount, but decrease in volume. You're both much too fast for them and manage to get back to the village where you could hide within the crowds.
Your feet slow to a walk, and you both check if any of the idiots followed. Fred spots two pass by a tree and squeezes your hand to gain your attention.
"In here," he jerks his head, and pulls you into a small alley between two buildings.
Finally having a moment to catch your breath, you realise that it isn't really an alley, and more like a small gap. The space is so narrow in fact that your body is essentially pressed up against his. Back against wall. Heaving chest against heaving chest. Feet and legs side-by-side each other as though woven.
You don't care to look to your left where those jerks could be looking for you. You simply can't. You can't because all you can see are Fred's parted lips again, and he's looking down at yours. After which, your gazes meet and you don't think you've ever felt so hot in the middle of winter before.
"You're so beautiful," he breathes. No grin, no smirk, no teasing, just facts.
"And you're..." Your eyes dip again.
His hand slides out of yours, and then you feel weight by your hips and he's squeezing against the material of your pants and sweater.
You crane your neck, and he dips his head, as those gloved hands of his pull you into him.
Your own hunger has your fingers smooth over his chest and grip the collar of his hoody, desperately tugging for him to come closer and closer, tension in the air building with each breath.
"And I'm... what?" He purrs.
Something stirs in the bottom of your abdomen as the scent of butterbeer fills your senses, just millimetres away now. And then he captures your lips. And it's like heaven, because his hands can't help but slide up under your sweater and hold you by the skin of your waist.
At first the kiss is gentle, hesitant, but then you open your mouth a little wider and Fred takes this as a clear invitation. He smooths a tongue over yours, the taste of the sweet foamy drink still lingering on your lips.
His bold action elicits a hum from you, and his grip only tightens, craving more and more of you and your pretty sounds. You go until you can't breathe, mouths parting reluctantly but eyes still closed.
Fred presses his forehead against yours, your noses brushing in a feather-like touch. His thumbs caress your sides as he whispers, "you never answered my question."
"You wanna know what you are, right?â You murmur, hands sliding down over his collarbone and resting on his chest.
âYeah. Youâve said it twice now and never finished your sentence.â
âOkay,â you lean in, lips feathering over his. âYouâreâŠâ
Good Godric youâre addicting. He pushes his head forward to meet you, but you pull back with the most attractive breathy laugh he's ever heard. Your lips stay brushing against his, but you won't give him any more than that and he loves it.
"You're..." you say again on his mouth, and he hangs on every single one of your words. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me at Hogwarts."
He watches your eyes for a moment, and leans into you once more, hands climbing up to lay flat against your back, your sweater pooling by his wrists. And you share the softest kiss ever, full of adoration, full of care, full of absolute affection.
"You saying that, you being here right now... feels like I've just won the Quidditch cup," he says when you part.
"I really mean it, Fred." You wrap your arms around his middle and squeeze him there, cheek squishing into his chest. "You've heard how people talk about me, but you don't seem to care about any of that stuff."
He returns your gesture, his own cheek landing on the top of your head. "You're right. I don't care about it, because I've seen how much you care for the school and care for keeping things in order. A little too much, but to each their own."
"Oi."
"I have to tease, I have to. Still, joking aside, if anyone says that kind of shit about you and you hear about it, find me and tell me. Me and Georgie have your back."
"Just don't get caught," you smirk.
"You won't take points away if you catch us, will you?"
You pull away from the cuddle and send him that beautifully, intimidating smile of yours. "Not if you promise to keep losing your Quidditch games."
"Low blow, your highness!" He laughs and then you're running away, giggling like a fool.
You manage to slip through the crowds and head toward the woods by the Shrieking Shack lookout, your giggles only getting louder and more frequent when you see Fred bounding closer and closer to you. Your cadence slows when the ground starts to feel icy under your boots, and sooner than you think, you feel arms wrap around your stomach and you squeal.
Fred's laugh vibrates against your back, and after a few pants of breath he speaks into your ear. "There's still something I wanted to show you."
"Oh?" You spin around in his hold. "That's right. What is it then?"
"Surprise. Follow me." He's hasty in his movements, as he takes your hand, running further into the woods. Then he rounds the corner of a large tree trunk, his fingers slip out of yours as he twists around to face you and then he's pulling you by your hips, grin on display.
Your heart flips when your back meets with the rough surface of the tree, bodies pressing into one another and then his mouth is hovering over yours. There's hunger in his eyes, yet he's waiting for your next move.
"Wow. 'I have something to show you'. That was so corny," you tease in a whisper.
He chuckles, feeling your lips just barely touch his, "but you loved it."
"I did. You're right again, Sir Weasley."
"Always am, your highness."
He squeezes your hips. You lift your chin and you kiss for a third time that day.
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Little Big Fan | Fifteen
â Little Big Aftermath [aka the end]
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weâve made it to the end guys! I just have to say I never thought Iâd complete this story and that too fifteen parts of it but to all those who read it and motivated me to keep writing, thank you. While it is the end of the official story, I will continue to take requests for blurbs on specific scenes youâd like to see. However, there wonât be a set posting date on these blurbs, itâll be out whenever itâs requested and completed. Once again, thank you so much for those who were here since the first chapter, and hereâs to more fic series in the future. P.S lemme know if you want to be tagged in the blurbs.
Your frown grew deeper as you turned in the direction your daughter had pointed, unfortunately spotting Tyler. Luckily, he wasn't looking at you two since he was focusing on the podium celebrations about to happen.
"I didn't know daddy was here, mama." Picking Isabella up, you shook your head, "I didn't know either, angel, but let's focus on Max for now okay?"
She gave a nod of agreement and applauded for the drivers, Oscar and Lando in particular, who finished second and third in the race. She did, however, cheer the loudest when Max, as he has done after almost every race this season, stepped onto the top step of the podium.
He was having trouble finding you and Isabella right away in the crowd, and you could see the slightest frown forming on his face until a smile emerged when he succeeded, connecting his gaze with yours.
Isabella giggled as Max held his hand up to wave at her before blowing a kiss in the air in your direction. His behaviour drew Lando and Oscar's attention to you as well, with the former driver rolling his eyes at Max jokingly and Oscar smiling at the interaction.
However, you didn't realize that someone else was also looking at you because your gaze didn't waver away from Max.
The champagne bottles were popped, and this time Isabella was awake to see it all, watching with fascination as it was the first time she was able to see it in person. "I wanna do that, mama," she pointed at the drivers spraying the alcoholic drink, soaking each other's race suits while laughing. "Maybe when you're older, Bella."
"When I'm 7?" She asked, and you chuckled, "a little more than that, sweetheart."
Once the celebrations were over, a huge part of the crowd dispersed, the teams resuming to their usual scheduled routines, preparing for post-race debriefs and other meetings. "Where's Maxy going?" Isabella asked, watching as he was led away by someone clad in a RedBull uniform.
"He's a little busy with interviews, but he told me that he'd come back as soon as he's done," you explained, knowing that Max had a post-race conference and a few other duties lined up.
Isabella huffed, "but he won the race." She rested her head on your shoulder for a moment while playing with a strand of your hairâthe habit formed back when she was a few months old.
"Yeah he did, which means he's very famous right now and so many people want to talk to him," you explained and while she nodded in understanding, she still pouted, "I wanna talk to him too."
"Why don't we wait for him inside his driver's room?" You asked, turning around when she nodded.
You had almost reached Max's driver roomâa place he had suggested for you and Isabella to stay to wait for him, but pausing in a secluded area as a familiar voice called out, "Isabella!" then heard your name as well. Isabella squirmed in your lap, wanting to get down after seeing Tyler walk up to you both. You sighed, knowing that you'd have to stop and chat.
"Tyler," you greeted, and awkwardness hung in the air for two seconds before Isabella decided to speak up. "Daddy, you said you were busy, what are you doing here?"
Despite her hesitance to stay at her father's place, which she still hasn't done since the day she was discharged from the hospital, she frequently spoke to him over the phone.
Unfortunately for him, Isabella rarely forgets promises. While he was busy playing the "good father" role after your ultimatum, he had make false promises, agreeing to everything she asked for without hearing her out properly. In that conversation, she asked about the promise he made of taking her to a race before she had met Max.
While you and Max had taken her once, she still wanted to experience the thrill with her father since he was the one who introduced the sport to her.
He glanced at you, silently asking if he did in fact claim that he was busy, and frowned when you nodded. "Oh Bella, sweetheart, I didn't know that I would have the time to be here, it was an unexpected decision or else I would've brought you along, but you're here anyways!" He tried to uplift her mood, but instead of hanging on to every word he spoke like she used to do, she just shrugged.
Deciding to divert the topic of conversation, Tyler asked, "did you enjoy the race?" He stepped forward, kneeling down to be closer to her but on instinct, Isabella moved away, clutching on to your hand tightly.
He frowned, once again glancing up at you after noticing her behaviour, but you didn't let an ounce of emotion show on your face. "I'm so happy Maxy won!" She exclaimed, her mood improving for a moment as she thought about him.
Standing up to his full height, Tyler looked at you, "why don't we sit and chat for a moment?" Pressing your lips together in a tight smile, you replied, "I don't think that's a good idea."
He scoffed, then shrugged, "fine, have it your way like always." You were not in the mood to indulge his stupid comments which would eventually lead to an argument, in fact you were here to enjoy the weekend with your boyfriend who you dearly missed in this moment.
His eyes widened briefly when you didn't respond to his comment, wondering how you changed so much in a matter of a few weeks that you couldn't care less about him anymore.
"Hey Bella, why don't you show daddy the caps that you got?" You prompted another topic, that Isabella quickly agreed to. Tyler's gaze remained on you for a moment, understanding that you truly had no intention on speaking to him longer than necessary. The conversations you did have were only necessary due to your daughter, but even those texts and calls started becoming less and less frequent.
Isabella took off her Red Bull cap, which had autographs from Max and Checo, to expose a Ferrari cap with two more signatures from Charles and Carlos, and then a McLaren cap that undoubtedly featured two signatures from Oscar and Lando. She caught up to Lando and Charles, who had given her their hats earlier, as well as their teammates, to obtain signatures. She then wanted to get autographs on her RedBull cap as well. When she asked Max and Checo, they chuckled with the latter claiming she had them all at her beck and call, but they nevertheless signed the cap.
Isabella ended up stacking all three caps on her head because she couldn't choose which one best matched with her outfit. She began explaining the story behind the signatures, and Tyler intently listened, asking a few questions in between as well.
"And then-" Isabella's gaze wandered off, eyes lighting up in excitement as she spotted, "-Maxy!"
Without any hesitation she ran up to him, colliding with him as she tried to wrap her arms around him, earning a low, "oof" from him.
Picking her up and settling her on his hip, holding her up with one arm, he held up his other hand that had a medal hanging from it. Max placed the medal around Isabella's neck, which he received on the podium earlier along with his trophy. "We won, princess," he commented, smiling as wide as she did.
She held both of her hands up, imitating the action Max did as he held his trophy on the podium, causing him to laugh. You watched the interaction with a smile on your face, and could hear their laughter from a few feet away.
Walking towards you as Max was initially planned on doing, he noticed a man next to you, which based on your descriptions was Tyler. He decided to overlook him for now, instead greeting you with a kiss to your cheek.
Tyler held his hand out, "great race, congratulations on the championship. I'm a huge fan by the way." Max, nodded politely, still holding Isabella in his arms but shaking his hand nonetheless. "Thank you," he prompted, waiting for the man to introduce himself to confirm his suspicions.
"Oh, so you're Tyler." Max glanced at you for a moment, watching as you tried to hide your smile behind your hands because of his antics. "Why do you say it like it's a bad thing?" He questioned, and Max was quick to retort, "well, it's not really the best thing now is it?"
"I don't understand," he trailed off, and your boyfriend shrugged, "I figured you wouldn't understand, it's okay," he patted Tyler's shoulder in faux consolation. You had to take a step back so Tyler wouldn't see your expression, placing a hand over your mouth to muffle your laugh.
Tyler was quick to catch on to the condescending tone Max spoke with, looking at youâafter you composed yourself fortunately. "So what, you get invited to one race and you guys are best friends now?" He asked, a hint of jealousy you were familiar with revealed in his tone.
"More like she's my girlfriend and they're here to support me," Max clarified. Tyler looked at Max, then Isabella, finally understanding why she was always so enamoured by him.
He scoffed, "oh great, enjoy my sloppy seconds then mate, I will warn you though, it's not worth it because a few months later she'll show you a positive pregnancy test and force you to be a father."
Your jaw dropped, instantly responding, "in front of my daughter?" You glanced at Isabella who was in fact hearing all the words spoken, only frowning due to yours and Max's expressions as she didn't understand the full context of the words her father had said, just knowing that it wasn't good.
Max wiped his hand over his mouth, jaw clenching while his warm gaze turned cold within seconds. "Apologize, now," he instructed, trying to hold himself back from causing a fight.
"Now why would I do that? It's true." Max placed Isabella back on her feet who quickly shuffled over to you, standing behind your legs. "How dare you stand here claiming to be my fan yet talk shit about the person I love?" The driver placed his hand on Tyler's shoulder again, but this time you could see the fear bubbling up in his eyes as his grip tightened.
Still, Tyler managed to scoff, "love? Bold claims there. Sorry to break it to you but she's probably just with you for your mon-" he couldn't finish his sentence because he was punched square in the jaw by your boyfriend.
"Max!" You shrieked, and watching the interaction, Isabella held on to your hands tightly with tears welling up in her eyes. You picked her up again, noticing that Tyler was fuming in anger. "Gonna fucking sue you for that," he spit out some blood, but Max only shrugged, "try me."
Fortunately, you guys were stood in between the team motorhomes, which meant you were slightly hidden away from public eye due to the buildings covering the scene.
Readying himself for another punch if needed, you shook your head, "it's not worth it, Max."
"Yeah Max, listen to your girlfriend," he taunted, angering you in the process. "Will you ever shut up?" You shot back. Max glanced at Isabella who had hid her face in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around you. Although he couldn't see her face, he guessed that her eyes were tightly shut.
Nodding as a silent agreement with Max, you decided to walk away from the scene as you didn't want to expose Isabella to any more of this argument than what she has already heard. Glancing at Max once more, you hoped that your expression was indicating something along the lines of, "don't do anything too bad."
However, you could hear Max's words as he began speaking to Tyler, "listen here you little shit..." but you didn't stick around to hear the entire conversation, smiling to yourself knowing that Tyler would finally be put into his placeâthat too by his favourite driver.
Finally entering his driver's room, you sat down on the couch sighing in relief. Isabella was still in your lap and you ran your hand up and down her back in a soothing motion because you could feel her sniffling against you. "Bella," you murmured, wanting to see her adorable face.
"I'm so sorry you had to see that, sweetheart." You kissed her head before brushing your hand through her hair. You heard her mumble but didn't catch her words, "what was that?"
She lifted her head to look at you, and you frowned seeing the tears staining her cheeks. "Why is daddy so mean? I don't like him."
"Some people are just mean for no reason, and unfortunately, your daddy is one of them," you explained, no longer covering for him knowing that after what Isabella witnessed, she wouldn't want to be near him no matter what you said.
She frowned but didn't respond, leaning her head against your shoulder again. You didn't disturb her peace, knowing that after the eventful day, she needed some quiet time.
Max entered the room a few minutes later, and he smiled to greet you but it fell flat. He pointed at Isabella, then put his thumbs up to silently ask if she was okay, but you shrugged.
"What did you say to him?" You asked, knowing that whatever conversation followed probably wasn't kind. "I told him that I'd ban him from future races if I saw him anywhere near you or Bella, and he left."
You knew that it probably wasn't that easily done, but you didn't ask for more details.
You had thought Isabella fell asleep since she hadn't moved in a while, nor could you see her face, but she lifted her head up to look at Max once she heard some shuffling about in the room.
He paused as soon as his gaze connected with hers, unsure of how to initiate a conversation because he did literally punch her father. Isabella wiggled off your lap, and both you and Max thought that she would walk away further into the room so her next action surprised you both. Running towards Max, she held her arms out, engulfing him in a hug.
"You're better than my dad, Maxy," she muttered, and he audibly sighed, the stress wrinkles on his face disappearing while wrapping his own arms around her smaller frame.
"Thank you, princess," he whispered back, and she pulled back to kiss his cheek. Isabella looked back at you, smiling when she saw you smile as well. "Thank you for taking care of my mama," your daughter told Max, and his heart warmed at her words. "Always."
The ring of your phone interrupted the beautiful sight in front of you, but your eyes widened when you saw that it was your mother calling. As soon as you pick it up, you're greeted by hearing your full name.
"Hi, mum," you stood up and walked further away just in case you were about to get a scolding although you had no idea what you could've possibly done. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked.
"Tell you what?" You answered with a question of your own, knowing that she could be referring to anything at the moment. "That you have a boyfriend."
Your mouth dropped open, "how do you know that?" She chuckled, "because a friend of mine called me and told me that she just watched you kiss someone on live television, some racer guy."
Covering your mouth with your hand, you thought back to the moment Max kissed you in front of the huge crowd after getting out of his car, and of course there had to be cameras capturing the moment. "Max, he's a Formula 1 driver," you explained.
"Wait, the same Max that Bella talks about?" You hummed, "the same one."
"I'm glad you finally moved on from your daughter's father, but I'm also sad that you didn't tell me sooner and I looked foolish because I didn't know until my friend told me about it."
"I'm sorry, I didn't think my relationship would be broadcasted live. Plus, I think the chapter with Tyler is finally over, for both me and Isabella."
"That's good to hear, she doesn't deserve a father like him. Is Max good to you?"
"He's the best to both of us, she lights up with joy every time she sees him." Your mother hummed as she heard your response, "then me and your father have to meet him one day."
You heard some laughter in the next room where Max and Isabella were, and you smiled at your mother's words, "I hope we can come by soon, I'd love to introduce him to you and dad."
After saying goodbyes and promises to meet soon, you returned to the room Max and Isabella were in, pausing in the doorway at the sight in front of you. Just like how Isabella was sitting in your lap earlier with her head against your shoulder, she did the same to Max.
You were about to make your presence known when you heard your daughter's question. "Maxy, why do you call me princess?"
Max's gaze found yours, always finding you whether you were standing in the corner of the room or in a crowd. "Because your mama is the queen," he responded casually, as if he was stating a fact.
Isabella lifted her head, "does that make you the king?" He shrugged, "I guess it does."
She giggled, "and does that mean we get a happily ever after like the storybooks?" Max reached his hand out towards you, asking you to join them which you obliged to easily.
"Ours is better than the storybooks," he stated, placing a kiss on Isabella's forehead before pecking your lips briefly.
The End.
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