#sorry it's so ridiculously long oh my god

[itsactuallylina]

FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENT ☆ YJW

SYNOPSIS: falling for your best friend's cousin was never the plan, but as you and jungwon grow closer, keeping secrets gets harder. Especially when minju starts to notice!

PAIRING: best friend’s cousin!jungwon x f!reader

GENRE: fluff, angst(most of it), flirty jungwon, high school au, love at first sight kinda, mention of panic attacks , A LOT of angst, pov switching, intended lowercase, possible mistakes

FEATURING: enhypen sunoo, illit minju, zb1 gyuvin, kiof belle , bnd taesan

WORD COUNT: 12.8k (ik it’s crazy)

A/N:lol 😝 this is a revamp (?) of my old ass smau which has like 2 chapters LMAO. i was thinking about writing it as a long fic for like a year and finally did it! first long fic too bruh. pls lmk if u like it 🥹 also english is not my first NOR my second language 😭 so sorry if there are any mistakes ; tagging @miumura

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“minju, where are we going now?” — you whine, not wanting to walk again, you were pretty sure that you already had over 15 thousand steps today, and yet, minju has another place she suddenly wants to go. “i am tired”

“you’re always tired” she claims, staring into your eyes. “you’ll like it, I promise”

you groan, tilting your head back. “every time you said this, I end up regretting it later”

“excuse me?” minju says baffled, “did you regret the arcade? the rooftop picnic? the train to nowhere?”

“…okay, those were fun,” you admit, narrowing your eyes. “but i’m still tired”

she grins, already tugging your wrist. “it will be quick, just a few pictures. i’ll even let you pick the filters!”you sigh, following her. “fine fine, but if I look half-asleep in them, thats your fault”

“deal!”

you knew that you would give in, you love minju. she is your best friend after all.

the photobooth minju suggested to go to was located in the popular arcade, the one you went to that one time. as you walk in, the neon glow of the arcade flickers above you, minju is already almost at the booth area, you quickly catch up with her, escaping the air filled with buttered popcorn and soda scents. you’re mid laugh, looking at the ridiculous stickers displayed at the entrance when—

thud.

you barely register the warmth of another person before you stumble back, almost falling off your feet.

and then you look up.

wow.

you almost forgot how to breathe.

he is gorgeous. the guy standing in front of you is tall, hands stuffed in pockets.

for a second, his gaze locks onto yours—in this mere moment you notice his boba eyes, lightly curled hair and his catlike features.

you realized you probably looked like a creep, so you break off the eye contact.

“y/n, are you alright? you almost fell down” minju took a hold of your hand, worry visible on her face, before it disappeared as she looks in the way of the person you bumped into.

your best friend scoffs. “ugh, seriously? again?”

again? your brows knit together as you glance between them.

that guy chuckled, his gaze locked on you again. “I’m happy to see you too. didn’t know you had such a pretty friend.” he says with utmost confidence. you can feel the warmth appearing on your cheeks at his compliment, trying to avert your eyes somewhere else.

“oh my god, can you not?” minju sighs dramatically, you never knew she could be so annoyed at sight of someone. huh, guess there is a side of her you don’t know of.

“what? you won’t even introduce us?” he smirks, not looking away from you.

“fine, jungwon this is y/n, y/n this is jungwon, my cousin.” a nth dramatic sigh escaped from her.

so he is minjus cousin…

“nice to meet you, y/n” he says, extending his hand for you to shake, your name rolling off his tongue the way you never thought you would hear.

“uh, yea, nice to meet you too” you stutter, mentally slapping yourself for it. that’s what you say? seriously ?

“you’re really cute, you know?” jungwon suddenly said, you still didn’t calm down from the previous compliment and he throws another one at you?

the blush on your face only deepens, making you look like a tomato. gosh, so embarrassing…

“sorry, but she’s off limits to you, don’t try.” minju remarks before you could even respond.

“off limits, huh. that’s a shame” her cousin replies. “oh well, we can still be friends, right y/n?”

mention of your name makes you jolt, and before you could even think, you agree. “Of course! Yea, we can be friends, no problem”

“y/n?! whatever, just don’t cross any boundaries” ou, maybe you shouldnt have said that.

minju grabs your wrist, pulling you towards the booth. “you can ignore him if you want to”

you let yourself be dragged away, but as you step in the photo booth you make a mistake of looking back.

jungwon is watching you, a smug grin on his face, like his cousins words don’t mean a thing to him.

If only you knew that it was just a beginning.

since it was a little holiday break before the school starts, you decided to visit your favorite record shop to finally buy a vinyl from your favorite group, arctic monkeys.

walking in, you feel the warmth of the cozy atmosphere. the record shop is filled with a quiet melody, which you recognize but can’t put a name on. the air is thick with the scent of old vinyls, worn leather, and a faint trace of coffee coming from the counter. your fingers skim over the albums on display, the rough texture of cardboard meeting your skin. the lighting is dim and golden. it was a place where time slows down. you loved it.

when you find the needed section, you scan the variety, thinking which vinyl you should get. your eyes stop at the familiar black cover with a white sound wave—AM, one of your favorite albums of all time. weird how you never got it, since your first choice song, fluorescent adolescent, is on it.

your hand extends towards the album, and as you almost take it, it disappears from your sight. you firmly turn, hand still in mid-air, eyes locked onto the thief who dared to snatch your treasured almost-purchase. and then—you freeze.

yang jungwon.

the same guy who shamelessly flirted with you back at the arcade, minju’s cousin. but now, the smirk he had the first time you met is nowhere to be found, replaced by an expression that you can’t quite read.

“jungwon?” your own voice comes out before you can even think. maybe you should get that checked out.

he blinks, then lets out a small laugh that gives away his disbelief. “huh, didn’t think that i’d run into you again.”

your gaze flickers to the album he still holds in his hands. “didn’t think you’d steal my vinyl either, but here we are.”

“steal? didn’t see your name on it.” the smugness you remember makes its way back onto his face.

“i literally was about to grab it,” you huff, crossing your arms.

jungwon tilts his head, examining the record while considering something, at least from the looks of it. “you have good taste, but i’m not sure if i should be impressed or offended that your first arctic monkeys vinyl wasn’t this one.”

“i didn’t really ask for your judgment,” you say, rolling your eyes.

he grins, offering the album back to you, but as you were about to take it, he pulls it back. “how about this?” he muses, eyes shining. “i’ll let you have this if you… beat me in a game at the arcade. let’s keep it fair and simple.”

your brows shoot up. “you can’t be serious.”

he shrugs his shoulders. “oh, but i am. you win—you get your precious AM album. and if i win?” he slightly leans in, just enough to make your heart do something stupid. “you take me out for coffee.”

you can sense heat creeping up your neck as he goes back to his original position. “that sounds more like a win-win for you, though.”

“exactly.”

you narrow your eyes at him, pretending to think about your options. jungwon watches you with amusement, twirling the vinyl between his fingers. finally, you sigh. “alright, lead the way.”

his smirk widens as he gestures towards the door with an exaggerated bow. “after you, my lady.”

you roll your eyes but can’t hide the flutter the silly nickname gave you. feeling his presence behind you, you go through the aisles of the store. the dim light fades into the neon gleam of the arcade across the street. the distant sound of buttons and clicking fills the air, instantly reminding you of the last time you were here.

but before you can dwell on it any longer, jungwon steps beside you. “hope you’re ready, because i won’t go easy.”

you glance up at him. “never expected you to.”

maybe you should have been a little bit less of a nerd and agreed to gyuvin’s and taesan’s offer to go to the arcade.

you’re losing horribly. you did not expect jungwon to be this good at the games.

it all started with the air hockey—you were in the lead for the first few minutes before jungwon suddenly interrupted your scoring streak and literally humbled you. was it karma for being too confident?

then came the basketball shootout. jungwon scored three points out of five effortlessly. “i’m not going easy this time,” he teased.

“you said that six times already,” you muttered, focusing on the game before you, remembering the basketball lessons you attended in middle school.

your first shot bounced off the rim, making jungwon’s smile wider. “what’s wrong? scared?”

you ignored him, concentrated again, and—swish. the next shot was clean. then the next one. and the next one. and also the last one.

jungwon’s confidence wavered as you scored four points. you won.

he huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “you got lucky.”

you grinned. “sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” it was finally your turn to tease him.

now, the dance dance revolution is happening. the glow of the DDR machine flickered as the game loaded. the platform beneath you slightly vibrated, metal panels cool under your shoes.

as soon as the game started, the arrows flooded the screen. the music played through the speakers, matching your moves. jungwon was beside you, moving effortlessly, barely missing a step.

you, on the other hand, weren’t so careful. your movements were a little frantic, messy, but fun. laughter bubbled up between breaths as you nearly tripped on a tricky move.

“is that all you got?” jungwon teased.

“just wait,” you huffed, eyes locking onto the screen.

the song sped up, so did both of you.

your movements became more precise, matching the beat. the combo is unbelievably high right now, and everything seemed good.

until it didn’t.

you can feel yourself slipping because of the slick material of your shoes. already prepared for the impact, you’re expecting the pain, squeezing your eyes shut—

but instead, you feel warmth engulfing your hand and bringing you back up.

“careful now, it’s still not the end,” jungwon says while holding your hand and continuing to dance.

you, having no choice, but to carry on with your movements, but now, with intertwined fingers with the guy beside you.

laughter filled the air as the music started to fade away before it completely stopped and the game started to count your scores.

you, still breathless, still holding hands with jungwon, look at the screen.

87.

you feel proud, but you quickly glance at the screen next to yours, and it says the exact same thing.

you look at each other’s eyes before bursting into chuckles again.

“so it’s a tie?” he asks, turning to you.

“i guess so,” you reply, chuckling a little bit.

“alright then,” jungwon says while tilting his head towards the exit. “we both get what we want.”

you nod, still catching your breath. “right. first things first—my album.”

“lead the way.”

as you both made your way back to the record shop, the warm scent of vinyls and coffee filled the air again. scanning the shelves, you grab the desired AM album before jungwon could.

he just laughed. “happy now?”

“very.” you grinned, already going to check out.

when you paid for the vinyl, you find a phone right before you.

“put your number in. you promised me a coffee, remember?” he reminded you.

for a second, you hesitated, remembering minju’s words.

“come on, we had a deal.” a little pout appeared on his face, making you chuckle.

“alright, alright.” you take the phone from him and enter your number before giving it back. you feel your own phone vibrate in your back pocket.

“just making sure it’s real.”

“do i look like someone who gives fake numbers?” you scoffed.

“not really. more like someone who’d block me instead.” jungwon hummed.

you opened your mouth to protest, but before you could, he was already heading toward the exit. “i’ll text you. be ready.”

and with that, you were left alone near the checkout station of your favorite record shop, with the number of a really handsome guy who was off-limits.

the break ended, and you were back at school. the bell rang, signaling the start of lunch. you packed your bag and headed toward the cafeteria to meet up with your friends. when you arrived, you could see your friend group sitting at your usual table.

“hey, everyone.” you greet them, sitting near belle. you unpack your lunch, listening to the conversation flowing around you. belle was excitedly talking about some new drama she started, while minju scrolled through her phone, occasionally nodding. across from you, gyuvin and taesan were locked in some silly debate about whether mint chocolate was a real ice cream flavor or not. the usual chaos filled the cafeteria—laughter, the clatter of trays, and distant complaints about break ending too soon.

just as you were about to take a bite of your food, minju nudged your arm. “so,” she started, “did you end up getting your album?”

you put your chopsticks down. “yeah, why?”

belle perked up. “wait, didn’t you say jungwon was there too?”

at the mention of the guy’s name, minju sighed dramatically. “ugh, don’t remind me. of course he was. he is everywhere. seeing him at school and family gatherings is enough for me, but no, of course not.” she complained further, making belle laugh.

taesan, who was half-listening, raised an eyebrow. “jungwon, as in your cousin yang jungwon?”

minju sighed again. “yes.”

gyuvin smirked, leaning toward your side with curiosity. “this kinda sounds like a wattpad story. you and jungwon at the record shop? what happened?”

you shrugged, not wanting to give details. “nothing much, we just ran into each other,” you say, leaving out the arcade and the bet. technically, you didn’t lie—you did run into each other.

minju scoffed. “yeah, and he used his annoying charm, didn’t he?”

belle grinned. “that explains why y/n looked a little flustered.”

you decided to ignore her comment, but the way minju stared at you made you shift uncomfortably.

before she could interrogate you further, a new presence approached the table.

jungwon.

your breath hitched as he casually walked past, chatting with some of his friends, some of whom you recognized. jungwon didn’t stop, but as he passed, his gaze found a way to you—just for a second. a glance and a knowing smirk.

your stomach did a weird flip.

taesan must have noticed because he nudged you with his elbow. “uh-oh. what was that?”

you quickly shake your head. “nothing.”

minju, however, caught on immediately. “y/n.”

you ignore her, suddenly finding your lunch very interesting.

but your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you had a guess who that was.

jungwon: hope you’re not backing out of our deal, pretty girl :)

you locked your phone, hoping no one saw that message.

yeah… this was going to be a problem.

if before you never noticed jungwon at school, now it’s a different story.

minju was right—he is everywhere. you go to the vending machine? he is there. go to your locker to grab a textbook? jungwon is across from you, near his own locker. even in the cafeteria, he always seems to find a way to sneak a glance at you. what’s worse? he makes it obvious. always smirking at you, showing off his dimples. at times, texting you compliments, reminding you of your promise to get coffee with him.

now, as you come out of the teachers’ lounge after discussing your projects with the physics teacher, you really hope not to bump into jungwon.

but luck is not on your side.

as you step out of the teachers’ lounge, you barely take a few steps before a familiar figure casually leans against the wall beside you.

“took you long enough.”

you blink at jungwon, who’s watching you with his signature smirk. “were you waiting for me?”

he shrugs. “let’s say i had a feeling you’d pass by here.”

you cross your arms, raising a brow. “and why exactly would you wait for me?”

“well, i think someone still owes me coffee.” he tilts his head, pretending to be in deep thought.

you can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “i didn’t forget.”

“good, because i was starting to think you were trying to escape from our little deal.”

you scoff. “please, if i wanted to, you wouldn’t even see me.”

jungwon chuckled, clearly amused. “is that right? guess i’ll have to keep an eye on you.”

he steps back, shuffling his hands into his pockets as he starts to walk down the hall. “meet me at the front gate after school, yeah?”

“yeah, yeah. don’t be late.”

he grins. “i should be the one saying that, pretty.”

and with that, he disappears into the crowd, leaving you standing there, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck.

but someone noticed the blush on your ears, and they weren’t overjoyed with it.

minju and you had been friends since middle school. she truly cared about you, thought of you as her best friend. but as she watched your interaction with her cousin, she couldn’t help but feel the disappointment creeping in.

she wasn’t sure why it bothered her so much—maybe it was the way jungwon looked at you, like he already had you all figured out. or maybe it was the way you looked back at him, the kind of gaze she had never seen you give anyone.

minju had always been protective of you—it was a responsibility she felt. she had been by your side for years. through every bad grade, every family argument, every late-night conversation about life. you were her person, and she assumed she was yours too.

but now, watching her cousin tease you with his shameless smirk, watching you try to stop the smile from appearing on your face, she felt like someone had stabbed her with the sharpest knife.

it wasn’t jealousy, as she thought. she didn’t really care about jungwon chatting with her friends, but the thought of him stepping into the space she always thought was only hers, the thought of you abandoning her for her cousin—made her stomach twist in pain.

she knew how jungwon could effortlessly pull people in with his natural confidence, and she knew you too, how easily you could be swayed with kindness.

was she overreacting? maybe, but as she caught the faintest blush on the tips of your ears, she couldn’t shake the feeling that made her feel horrible.

and she wasn’t sure she was ready for it.

the afternoon sun hung low as you stepped out of the school grounds, only to be met with a familiar smirk. jungwon was already waiting, leaning against the fence, looking too pleased with himself.

“thought you’d run off and break our promise,” he teased.

you rolled your eyes, but the corner of your lips twitched. “you wish. i take my debts very seriously.”

“so buying me a coffee is a debt now?” he raised an eyebrow, pretending to be offended.

“you practically scammed me into doing this.”

jungwon let out a laugh, his dimples showing. “and yet here you are, willingly taking me to the café. interesting, isn’t it?”

you didn’t have a comeback for that, so you stayed silent, making him chuckle as he opened the café door for you.

you both walked to the counter to make your orders.

“i’ll have a peach iced tea, please,” you ordered your usual.

jungwon hummed, looking at you with an amused expression. “peach iced tea, huh? didn’t think you’d be the sweet type.”

you almost looked offended. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

he grinned, turning to the barista. “i’ll have an iced americano. card, please.”

you blinked. “wait, what?”

jungwon shrugged, handing over his card before you could protest. “consider it a treat. since, you know, you’re already so sweet.” his tone was playful, but the smile told you he knew exactly what he was doing.

you groaned, hiding the warmth creeping up your face. “you’re impossible.”

he simply laughed, nudging your arm lightly as you both stepped aside to wait for your drinks.

you didn’t think jungwon would be an interesting person to talk to.

yeah, he made you feel something, but you just brushed it off as pointless flirting.

but as the conversation between the two of you kept going, you realized there was more to him than just smooth lines and smug grins. he was funny—witty in a way that kept you on your toes. he listened, asked questions, and actually seemed interested in your rants about movies, books, music—whatever else slipped past your lips.

at some point, you caught yourself not hiding the smiles anymore, leaning in a little closer. it was easy—too easy—to get comfortable around him.

still, you reminded yourself: it was just playful banter. nothing more, nothing less.

at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

as the evening settled in, you and jungwon stepped out of the café. the cool air was a stark contrast to the warmth of your conversation. the streets were quieter, bathed in the golden light of street lamps.

“you didn’t have to walk me back, you know,” you said, glancing at him.

“i wanted to.”

you didn’t protest, secretly enjoying the way his presence made the walk feel shorter, lighter—better. the conversation continued, usual teasing remarks mixed with moments of quiet comfort. by the time you reached your doorstep, an unfamiliar hesitation lingered between you two.

“well,” you started, gripping the strap of your bag. “thanks. i had fun today.”

jungwon grinned, but this time, there was no smugness behind it. his smile felt softer. “me too. see you tomorrow?”

you nodded, stepping inside, giving him a little wave he reciprocated. when the door clicked shut, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

as jungwon walked away from your house, the usual confidence in his steps faltered. the night air felt heavier, and for the first time in a while, he found himself deep in thought.

at first, it was fun—teasing you, watching you get flustered, sneaking in compliments just to see your reaction. it was easy, something he never took seriously.

but now?

now there was this unknown feeling in his chest, one he didn’t understand. the way you laughed, the way your eyes lit up as you ranted about your favorite songs, the way you looked at him when you thought he didn’t notice—it all replayed in his mind, like an arctic monkeys album on repeat.

he liked you.

the realization hit him. it was both exciting and terrifying because it wasn’t harmless flirting anymore. it wasn’t a game anymore.

and suddenly, fear crept in—the fear of messing up, of ruining the dynamic you already had, of what minju would think, of what you would think if you found out how he was starting to care.

with a sigh, he pulled out his phone, hesitating before typing a message. but in the end, he deleted it, shoving his phone back into his pocket as he continued walking.

for now, he’d play it safe.

but he knew these feelings weren’t going to disappear anytime soon.

minju has been acting weird. not in a way that it’s obvious to everyone—she still laughed at gyuvin’s dumb jokes and rolled her eyes when taesan ranted about some rock band he had a hyper fixation on. but with you, something shifted.

she didn’t text as often, and when she did, her replies seemed distant and dry. at lunch, she still sat beside you, but the stiffness in her posture gave out how she was forcing herself to act normal.

you had a guess it was about jungwon, but there was no direct proof. she hadn’t said anything, nor confronted you. she hadn’t even mentioned his name. when you caught her looking at you, you could see an unreadable emotion—something about it pained you so much, no words would be able to explain it.

the worst part about it all—she pretended everything was normal, when it was clear as hell it was not.

did she think you wouldn’t notice?

you had enough.

after a week of minju’s distant behavior—short replies, the forced smiles, all the excuses—you could not take it anymore.

so when the last class of the day ended, before she could storm off as she did the past week, you gathered up all the courage you had and reached for her wrist.

“minju, wait.”

she froze for a second, carefully turning to you, her expression blank. “what?”

you exhaled, steadying yourself. “can we talk?”

you could recognize slight hesitation in her eyes. but then she sighed, pulling her wrist from your hold. “okay.”

you didn’t miss the way her shoulders tensed, she already knew what you were about to say.

as the teacher stepped out of the classroom, leaving you two completely alone, you opened your mouth to say something—but nothing comes out. the guarded look on minju’s face made you hesitate.

still, you pressed further. “minju… have i done something wrong?”

her brows furrowed, like she did not expect that. “what do you mean?”

“you have been avoiding me—barely talking, no daily update texts, you don’t even look at me!” you said it all in one breath. “please, tell me if i have done something wrong.”

she scoffed, shaking her head. “you didn’t do anything.”

“that doesn’t sound really convincing.”

she exhaled heavily, gripping the strap of her backpack. “i just—” she stopped herself, biting her bottom lip, before muttering, “nevermind, it’s nothing.”

you frowned. “it is if it’s making you act like this.”

she looked conflicted, her fingers twitched, like she wanted to grab something, maybe steady herself. then, she let out a humorless chuckle.

“you really don’t get it, do you?”

you raised your eyebrow, signaling her to elaborate.

minju sighed. it wasn’t her usual frustrated huff, it was heavier, emotionally deeper.

“it’s jungwon.”

you blinked. “jungwon?”

she nodded, letting out a breath she was holding. “you and him. i see the way you two are.”

you looked at her confused, not exactly understanding what she meant.

she looked at you, her eyes did not hold any frustration behind them, they were hurt.

“i hate it.” her hands clenched at her sides. “i hate seeing you with him. i hate that your smile is brighter with him rather than me.”

your breath hitched at her sudden confession. “minju…”

“i know i shouldn’t feel this way, i know it’s selfish,” she continued, her voice wavering. “but i can’t help it. you were my best friend. and now—” she swallowed hard.

“now, i feel like i’m losing you.”

you could feel your heart ache. minju had always been at your side, and you’re making her feel like this.

you took a step closer, taking her hand. “ju…”

she shook her head, wiping a few stray tears with her free hand. “i just don’t want you to leave me behind.”

you hesitated, guilt twisting inside you. fidgeting with your fingers, you remembered all the times minju had been distant lately, the way she avoided you, the way warmth in her was replaced by something unfamiliar, colder. it wasn’t about jungwon. it was about you. about her. about the space growing between you.

you couldn’t stand the thought of hurting her more than you already did.

your arms flung around her, hugging her tightly. you whispered, “i won’t see him anymore.”

minju’s eyes widened. “what?”

“if it brings you that much pain… i’ll stop.”

for a moment, she stared at you, as if she didn’t believe you. then her lips parted slightly, letting out a shaky breath.

“…thank you,” she whispered, hugging you back.

you gave her a small smile, as you continued to hold her. but deep down, you felt something twist painfully.

you ignored the feeling, because if staying away from jungwon would fix things, then that’s what you will do.

you will keep your distance. you will ignore the way your heart pulled you in the opposite direction.

making things right with minju was what mattered the most.

but as you held her, a storm of emotions burst inside you, and you couldn’t ignore the feeling that this decision would leave a crack in your heart that might never heal.

that night, as you lied in bed, the weight of your promise crashed on you like a big pile of stones. every time you closed your eyes, you saw jungwon’s smile — the way his dimples would appear when he teased you, the way his eyes softened when you reacted to it. you tried to push these thoughts away, telling yourself it was for minju, but to no avail. the harder you tried to fight it, the more his face lingered in your brain. was this really the right thing to do?

you decided to scroll through your chat with him — for the last time, before everything comes to an end. going back to older texts, you stared at your phone, that one message glowing on the screen: “hope you’re not backing out of our deal, pretty girl”. a smile tugged at your lips, before quickly wiping it away, remembering minju’s tear-strained face. she was—is your best friend—your person. you had to fulfill what you promised. but then why did it hurt so much, even from a mere thought of letting jungwon go?

you decided to go wash up, maybe a cold shower will freshen you up.

that’s what you thought.

the cold water hit your skin, sharp and biting, but it did little to wash away the mess in your mind. you stood there, letting the water hit you, hoping that it would drown out the thoughts about jungwon. but instead, it only made them louder. overwhelming thoughts clouded your mind. what if this was all a mistake? your—whatever it is—with jungwon. maybe he really didn’t care about you, maybe he was just bored and decided to play with you. but then you remembered the way he looked at you — like you were the only one in the whole world. undoubtedly, jungwon made you feel like it. you remember the way his hand held yours back in the arcade — warm and steady, like the tickling of a clock. even now, you swore you could still feel it, under the icy stream, the ghost of his touch hugged your fingers.

was it possible to miss someone that much?

after what you thought would be a refreshing shower, your mind never cleared up. changing into pjs and trying to sleep—uncountable attempts at emptying your head and tossing and turning in your bed.

concluding that trying to fall asleep was pointless, you went to your small balcony, the cramped comfortable place with a small couch. you always liked it, the way the city noise faded into distant hums, the way the sofa would cradle you when everything was too heavy.

you hugged you knees to your chest, looking up at the star-filled night sky, the cool air brushing against your skin. the familiar comfort of the balcony couldn’t help with the ache in your heart. why did it have to be like this? why did you have to choose between the person who was always there for you and the person who made your heart race in a way that you’d never felt before?

life is so unfair.

you knew that the next day would be challenging. you woke up earlier than usual, just so you wouldn’t bump into jungwon at your locker, just so you didn’t have to regret the decision.

one thing you were grateful for—jungwon wasn’t in your class. belle and gyuvin were—they helped you to empty your mind, they made things so much easier for you. at that moment you silently thanked them for being there.

during lunch, you sat at your usual table, forcing a smile as belle and gyuvin had a heated debate over something silly again. minju was next to you, her laugh ringing out as she teased gyuvin for his unluckiness. she was looking better, happier.

she gave you hope that everything might be okay. when she noticed you looking down, which she always did, she took a hold of your hand, squeezing it lightly. you looked at her, smiling and squeezing her hand back, signaling that everything was okay.

it was a lie.

you noticed jungwon coming closer to your location with your peripheral vision and you couldn’t stop yourself from looking, but you had to. you could since the way his gaze lingered on you for a second too long. you couldn’t reciprocate it, you shouldn’t. so you didn’t, you simply ignored him, rather engaging in a chat with your friends about who knows what.

this choices pained you, but you didn’t pay attention to it. thinking everything will be alright as long as you don’t acknowledge it. just to make sure, you squeezed the hand in your again, hoping the gesture would help to relax, but all it did was remind you of the promise that could be broken with a single glance.

it will be fine.

that’s the phrase you kept telling yourself, over and over, like a mantra. but as you sat there, surrounded by your friends, their laughter and chatting filling the air, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you were lying to yourself and everyone else. you didn’t wanna believe it, refusing to accept your own thoughts. everything will become easier.

right?

the rest of the day passed in a blur. everything was as usual—you answered some questions in class, nodding along your conversations, even laughing at the right moments. you tried to delude yourself into thinking that everything was fine, and you almost succeeded. in the back of your mind, thoughts about jungwon still lingered.

when the last bell rang, you let out the sigh of relief you didn’t know you were holding. you hurried back to your locker, you had to go home as quicker as possible, you didn’t want to encounter with anyone. but to your luck, fate had other plans for you.

“hey”

the familiar tone of his voice made you freeze. slowly closing the door to your locker, you stepped back, to make the distance a little bit longer between you two, as it didn’t feel as an enormous canyon already.

as your gaze met his, for the first time today, you were stunned. there he was in all his glory — jungwon. he was casually leaning against the lockers, hands holding his backpack.

“you’ve been avoiding me” the way he said this was light, but it carried something heavy, his eyes tell everything.

you open your mouth to deny, but you can’t. because its true. you have been avoiding him. you did everything just to not interact with him. suddenly, you can’t look him at the eyes, unable to focus on anything, your eyes run across the hall, just to find something. anything.

“is everything alright?” his soft, somewhat scared tone made your eyes flicker to him again. this time, he wasn’t looking at you, instead, he stared at the floor beneath him.

if the smirk that had a place on his face at the start of the conversation, now it disappeared. his face carried so many emotions, but one stood out the most.

fear.

this is the first time you see him like this, the confident, cocky jungwon, was now too scared to look at your eyes, asking such a simple, but at the same time difficult question. you didn’t know what to do.

one part of your mind whispered—to apologize for ignoring him, to hug and to comfort him. you want to say that you didn’t want to make him feel like this. but on the other hand, someone screams at you to go away, to stop seeing him, to tell him to block your number. and the one thing that pulls you to do so, is the promise between you and minju.

you never have broken your promises, never. even in the third grade when you got one C, you promised your parents to get 100 in all the classes next semester. that you did, even when you were sure that they wouldn’t mind if you got less. even in the 7th grade, when you promised to bake cookies for all your friends, with zero knowledge of baking. you still did it, even if the taste wasn’t that amazing. you still did it.

you can’t break the promise you made yesterday, the promise to your beloved best friend.

what you were about to do will hurt you, and you will definitely regret it, but it just had to be done.

“lets stop this” you say sternly, trying to hide away all the pain that your own decision brought you, hoping that it will ease the impact on jungwon, fully knowing that it wont.

“what?” his head shot up, a surprised look evident on his face. for a moment, he just stared at you, as if waiting for you to laugh and say it was a joke. but that moment didn’t come, his expression shifted, confusion and hurt played on his face, along with something you couldn’t quite pinpoint.his eyebrows furrowed, “are you serious?”, his voice cracking slightly.

you just nod your head, despite the storm and explosions inside your brain. fixing the bag strap on your shoulder, you just walk away, like it didn’t bother you, like you didn’t care about the record shop, arcade, cafe, like every his message didn’t bring you joy, like you didn’t care about him.

each step was heavier than the last one, you could feel the way he stared at you from behind, even when you wanted to, you wouldn’t dare to meet his eyes. if you did, you were sure you’d break.

tears welled up in your eyes. you want to apologize, want to say that it was just a stupid prank. but you couldn’t. not even for him.

as you walked away from the school grounds, you let tears spill, not able hold them back anymore. you wiped them away, but they kept coming, they were serving a reminder of what you just did, what you just lost.

as you walked home, the weight of your decision settled with unexplainable pain in your chest, a constant sickness that didn’t fade.

when jungwon arrived home after that night, he started thinking immediately.

should he confess or should he wait? if the first, then how? where? with flowers? with a plushie? with a vinyl?

as he thought about these, the moments of your talk flickered in his memory. not wanting to forget a single detail, jungwon grabs his notepad and writes down everything he remembers.

even after scribbling down his thoughts, his heart didn’t calm down—it still raced, he couldn’t understand, it was the first time he felt this way, he didn’t think that someone would be able to make his stomach flip with every emotion known to the world. he leaned back in his chair, spinning mindlessly around his room as different outcomes played in his mind. he was fed up with all this overthinking.

he should rest.

that’s the conclusion he came to. jungwon rushed to the shower, turned up the coldest temperature and screamed in terror.

that’s not what you do, idiot

after adjusting the temperature, he basked in the comfortable rain, calming down his mind and heart. that night he slept almost worry-free.

the week went smoothly, usual eye contact with you at lunches became something more, little waves joining the routine. jungwon tried to talk with you during breaks more too, finding you at your locker or vending machine in the backyard of the school campus.

sometimes you would share short jokes with each other, laughing quietly. the other, you would get to know each other more, playing 21 questions, this way jungwon was able to show you the picture of maeumi and find out that you adore dogs, especially the small ones. that small fact brought a smile on his face, he started to imagine the walks that you two would go on, he’d bring maeumi along, and you would have a nice picnic date, maybe.

he was quickly snapped back into reality with your next question, pretending that he didn’t just imagine how you would intertwine hands.

one time, you were quiet with each other. it could’ve been awkward, but it wasn’t, it was comforting actually. the wind gently blowing on you, carrying faint noise from other classes along. you two would just laugh at that while making eye contact.

everything seemed to go smoothly, jungwon was already brainstorming ideas for his confession—already sure with his choice. there was just one question left to ask: what is your favorite arctic monkeys song.

and he was sure that today he would ask it.

the morning went as usual, he got up, brushed his teeth, got dressed and went to school. his first period was math, but even that couldn’t ruin his mindset, which wasn’t unnoticed by his friend, sunoo.

“what’s up with you today? you’re never this hyped for mr. lee’s class”, he asked, looking at jungwon like he grew 2 heads.

“it’s nothing, just have big plans” and that he did, jungwon planned to take you to the vinyl shop where you met during the break. listen to some albums and ask you the question he badly needed an answer to.

“something related to y/n?” sunoo asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

instead of a response, jungwon just smiled, the red cheeks answered for him. and when he heard the giggle his classmate made, the blush only deepened.

up until lunch, jungwon couldn’t contain the happiness he had, smiling through all his classes, even through chemistry. his classmates looked at him like a maniac, i mean, who smiles during organic chemistry explanation?

he didn’t care about all that tho, all he wanted is to see you at lunch, look at your eyes and smile.

when he met up with jay near the cafeteria, he knew that they would pass your usual table, he mentally prepared himself for that moment.

he walked in your direction, that way, you would face each other perfectly, and when he almost waved, you refused to meet his gaze, preferring to engage in a conversation with your friends.

the smile on jungwons face immediately faltered. he felt an instant drop in his chest, confusion overtook his expression, if the cafeteria wasn’t so crowded, he would definitely stand like a deer.

jays arm was placed on his back so he would continue walking, and jungwon couldn’t help but submit. a wave of emotions struck him. what was that just now?

he could only keep walking, but the only thing replaying on his mind was how you turned away from him. over and over.

did i imagine that? maybe y/n just didn’t see me, yea that has to be it.

he tried to reason with his own brain, but the more he thinks about the interaction, the more doubt he has. you looked at everyone else, hell, jungwon swore, you looked at his direction for a millisecond. you saw him, you just—chose not to.

the weird feeling appeared in his stomach, not the one from before, no. it didn’t make him giggly and happy, instead, it made him sorrowful, doubtful.

jays words don’t even make sense now, jungwon can’t hear them, all he can think about is: what did i do wrong?

when he met up with his other friends, his mind was somewhere else, he didn’t answer their questions, he couldn’t even hear them, he was deeply immersed in his own thoughts. every single possibility crossing his mind. he had to ask you what was that.

after lunch, he could not focus. if in the morning it was because of the happiness that distracted him, now it was the misery casting upon him. he had to get out of this class immediately. jungwon counted seconds until the bell. and when finally it rang—he ran to the backyard with all his strength. he doesn’t mind his friends who look at him confused, he has to go to your spot. and when he arrives—

nothing.

jungwon is met with emptiness of the backyard, if you wanted to come here, then you would, your classroom was literally a minute away, unlike his. but you didn’t.

you’re not near the vending machine, not sitting on the bench, and you’re not even crouched down in the corner where you two would usually sit.

then it hits him. it’s not a coincidence.

you’re avoiding him.

jungwon just stands there, not knowing what to do. he takes in the silence—the emptiness. the place that was associated with warmth was colder than any winter.

now he must talk to you. he checks his watch, it was 2 minutes before the bell on the last lesson. he had no choice but to come back. when his friends tried to question him, jungwon just shrugged, signaling that he didn’t want to answer anything.

he just has to wait for another hour. damn it.

when that painfully long 60 minutes passed, jungwon stuffed all his things into his backpack, not caring if it was messy, which was unlike him, he always made sure that his notebooks are all organized. the mess in his head made his actions look chaotic.

when he arrived at the lockers, he saw you. rushing to put all your textbooks in a tiny blue locker. why were you in such a hurry? is it because you didn’t want to see him?

jungwon shakes his head, there was no time to overthink, he just had to ask, you were right here, in front of him.

as he tried to calm his mind down, you were almost done. he leaned against the lockers, almost whispering:

“hey”

jungwon could see you stop in your movements, this little detail made his heart sink, his hands gripping the backpack strap so tightly, his knuckles turned white.

as you carefully close your locker and take a step back, which breaks his heart, you finally look at him, at that moment, jungwon felt mute, he couldn’t get any words out of his mouth, and he had plenty. he wanted to curse at you, question you, adore you, but all that he is able to muster out is — “you’ve been avoiding me”

you look stunned, like you didn’t expect that question, but quickly that expression transformed into one of regret? that only made jungwon more curious at what you had to say. he felt despair, he was dying to know what prompted such behavior from you.

after noticing how your orbs scanned through the school hall, he couldn’t continue looking at you, instead, shifting his gaze to the floor, wishing that it would swallow him as a whole. “is everything alright?”, he manages to whisper.

few seconds later, which felt like an eternity, you look at him, with a stare so harsh, that it felt like a hit by a metal bat.

“let’s stop this” you say, and jungwon can’t believe his ears. his breath got caught in his throat. you didn’t have to specify what you meant by ‘this’. it was obvious, you both acknowledged the growing tension between the two of you.

he felt like a deer in headlights. “are you serious?” he asks, because he feels like you’re joking. he is waiting for you to laugh at him, to point his expression, just say something, anything.

but you don’t, you just nod, rubbing salt into the wound. and when it couldn’t get worse, it did. you turned away and walked away. just walked away. the ache in his chest spread all over.

jungwon felt devastated. after everything — you just turn away from him? he wants to cry, to break down, but doesn’t find any strength in himself to do so.

he just watches your figure slowly disappear when you walk towards the direction of your home.

you cried the whole evening.

when you just got home, you broke down, disturbing everyone present. your mom looked so heartbroken at the sight of her daughter in such misery. and she couldn’t do anything but give you a comforting hug and offer your favorite tea, which was enough.

your dad decided to give you space, which you were grateful for. you didn’t know what to do and what to think. you just…had no idea.

even your older brother gave you some space by not teasing you for your tears, feeling that it was something serious.

when you went up to your room, you dropped your bag, which resulted in a loud noise, but you paid no mind to it, you just wanted to cry.

not bothering to change out of your school uniform, you collapsed onto your bed. the dampness of your pillowcase only reminded you the reason why you were crying.

jungwon.

the way he looked so hopeful, but so doubtful at the same time. visions of him only strengthened the flow of your emotions.

you want to apologize, to call him, to confess in everything you felt, how he made your heart race, or how you couldn’t think straight way back when you two met at the photobooth.

and then you remember minju. how happy she looked, like she was released from the heaviest load. or how she looked when she admitted her feelings, how much stress she buried within herself.

all these overwhelming feelings made you tremble. your fingers curled into the fabric of your jacket, gripping it so it could somehow steady you, like it could calm down the storm in your mind. you tried to take a deep breath, but it only made everything worse—you could smell the scent of cinnamon of your shampoo, the one that jungwon teased you for all the time.

you exhaled. shaky and unsteady.

why did it feel like this?

every time you though of him—his eyes searching yours in the sea of others, his smile with unforgettable dimples, that made you giggle too—it felt like a weight pressuring down on you. you squeezed your eyes shut in attempt to forget those memories, but they clung to you, like lyrics of the song you loved.

you had done the right thing.

then why was the pain so sharp?

monday was a dread. the start of the work week, the sudden change in the sleeping schedule and an overwhelming amount of tasks and responsibilities weighing over you.

but this week, it’s even worse. because this week, you had to face him again.

you still weren’t over the emotions that consumed you over the weekends, still feeling regret, melancholy and sorrow. and that showed in your academics. you had no energy to even talk, there’s no need to mention solving an equation at the board.

thanks to your good reputation, teachers decided to let you rest, that you needed. honestly, you wouldn’t have come to school, if not for the physics quiz, but there is one.

your friends—belle and gyuvin—seemed really worried, asking you numerous questions about your well being. you didn’t wanna explain, so you just said that you didn’t sleep well. an excuse that works all the time.

you felt bad for lying, but you felt that the moment his name will leave your lips, you would break down in tears, not wanting to embarrass yourself further, you saved yourself the trouble.

your look hasn’t changed at all when it was lunchtime. barely making your way to the cafeteria, dragging your legs across the floor. when you did arrive there, you felt overwhelmed, your mind clouded with scrabbled thoughts, and suddenly, it was getting harder to breathe.

trying to compose yourself, you get to your usual lunch table where everyone else were waiting. plumping yourself on the seat and greeting others, you pick on your food, having no appetite, even though you haven’t had breakfast in the morning.

all the words don’t make sense, whatever minju is telling you, it goes into one ear and leaves through the other, you can’t focus on anything.

the struggle to breathe came back. dropping your utensils, you grab your head, not being able to deal with all these noises. you could feel tears forming in your eyes, daring to roll down. the heartbeat went far away from normal.

this is not you, focus y/n

you try to tell yourself, but to no avail. you could feel like the control of your body slipped away from your grasp.

suddenly, there was a sharp sensation, someone is trying to wake you up, shaking you. its minju.

“y/n? y/n! Y/N?”

it is definitely her. her voice stands out from the crowd. you could finally see what’s happening around you, blurry, but good enough.

“follow me. inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale” minju repeated worryingly, imitating what she meant.

you did as she asked, inhale and exhale, and repeat.

feeling the warmth of the real world, you gasp, your hands quickly taking ahold of whatever first came into contact, which happened to be your best friend’s arms.

“y/n! are you alright? what happened?” all the eyes were on you, staring into your soul.

“i…don’t know, i juts lost myself for a second, i guess…”

“come with me, ill walk you to the nurses office” minju says and immediately brings you up, giving you no room to refuse.

having no choice, you follow her, hoping to get a little bit of silent time.

jungwon watched this unfold from few meters away.

the moment he saw you, tirelessly dragging yourself to your friends, he couldn’t tear away his gaze from you, not even the pain you brought stopped him. he just knew that something was wrong.

when the faint sound of chopsticks falling onto the table could be heart, he became tense, stopped eating himself.

the tears that formed at your eyes made his eyes widen, and his posture weird, like he wanted to stand up and come to you.

jungwon’s fingers twitched against the table, he couldn’t, he shouldn’t, but he wanted to.

while he was in the internal conflict, his body moved up on its own, but not making more moves, like testing his limits, if he can hold himself back.

but his mind was too slow. his own cousin was already helping you, trying to snap you back into reality. he could feel his chest tighten at the sight.

was it jealousy? was it sorrow? maybe both? jungwon didn’t know, only you were on his mind.

how he hates to see you in pain and how you pained him. the contrast was overwhelming, but before he could even decide what to do, you were walking away, in the arms of minju.

what was he supposed to do? was he supposed to do anything? questions filled his mind.

he didn’t even notice how he sat back, his mind being too clouded.

jungwon hopes he will have a chance to know if you’re well.

the moment you lied down on the bed in the nurses office —you fell into a deep slumber, having no worry in the world, it might have seemed like that, but it was actually the opposite. the overwhelming amount of things that clouded your mind made you pass out.

to be frank, the sleep was nice. but the sound of someone calling your name disturbed it.

and just like that, you were woken up and met with the face of your own mom.

she sweetly said: “sweetie, i’m here to pick you up. your homeroom teacher told me what happened. are you okay?”

��im fine now. what time is it?” you answer her, scratching your head, ignoring the mess that formed there.

she looked at her watch and looked back at you. “2:30, you won’t miss much, don’t worry”

“alright, should we go now?” you stand up on your feet, holding her hand.

your mother just nodded at you, saying goodbye to the nurse.

when she finished filling out the form, she took ahold of your shoulders, as to steady you.

“im alright mom, i wont fall”

“better be safe than sorry” she said softly, but worry was evident in her voice.

“if that makes you feel better”

as you both sat down in the car, the feeling of drowsiness appeared again. the drive to your house was not short, so you decided to sleep for a bit. your mind was clear as day, like it was washed, which is so unusual for you, especially in the past few days.

when you arrive at the house, you decided to check your phone, several messages appeared, some from social media, some from other stuff, and a lot from the specific group chat.

it was your friend group chat — and multiple messages made it clear that you made them worry a lot.

minju: y/n pls text when you’re feeling better :(

belle: yes! and don’t forget to drink lots of water and rest a bunch TT

taesan: belle is right, you should rest. don’t come to school tmrw

gyuvin: you made us worried bro 😭 don’t scare us like that the next time

smiling at their care, you quickly type a response.

you: sorry everyone! thank you for all the support, and i don’t think ill come tmrw either TT

you: im alright now tho, just gonna rest a lot lol

a few bubbles appear immediately, wishing you a good rest, and saying that you should take better care of yourself.

you reacted to their messages, silently promising that you will do as they said.

putting your phone on the charger, you change into more comfortable clothes and go back to your bed, ready to make up for missing sleep the past week.

tuesday, you, as promised, didn't show up. minju was glad that you let yourself rest, even if it’s just for a day. she was worried about you after all, it wasn't like you to have a panic attack in the middle of lunch.

it was boring though. usually, you’re the one who agrees with minju, the one who would listen to her. it’s not like the others won’t, but it just wasn’t the same.

“whatever,” minju thought. “at least i leave early today”

today was some kind of a family event at her house, her mom loved inviting guests over. jungwon will be there too. minju didn't feel anger as she usually does, talking with you helped a lot more than she thought.

after the fourth period, right before lunch, minju was already packing her bag. as she walked to the gates, she noticed a familiar figure waiting there.

“jungwon?” minju asked, when she was close enough.

the said boy turned around to face her, he didn't seem surprised though, like he was waiting for her.

“oh, hey. my mom will be here soon”

“huh? auntie is picking me up?” minju was surprised to hear that, as she wasn’t notified of this.

jungwon looked at her weirdly, raising one of his brows. “yea? pretty sure, your mom texted you about this.”

minju immediately checked her phone—taking it from her pocket—and jungwon was right. there was a message from her mother that minju will be picked up from school.

“oh.”

awkwardness filled the air; it was weird, the two of them got along just well, playfully bantering, but supporting each other when needed.

“are you alright? you seem pretty out of it” minju broke the silence, genuinely worried for his well-being.

“huh? oh yeah, just fine” he replied, his words trailing off into something barely audible.. “um,” jungwon hesitated.

“is y/n good…?” the question was asked impulsively, jungwon was surprised himself.

minju looked at him weirdly. “yes, she is. why do you care?” the previous awkwardness shifted into something more sharp and stern. friendliness slowly disappearing.

“i guess, i was worried. looked like she was having a hard time yesterday.” he didn't mind minju’s tone, like it was normal for her, which it kinda was.

their one-sided tension was interrupted by the sound of a car honk. it was jungwon’s mom.

“hey, you two! get in! we’re already late!”

the two teenagers looked in her direction and sprinted off to the vehicle. both of them got into the backseat, on the opposite sides. while minju was talking with her auntie, jungwon decided to wear his headphones and tune into his world of music.

when they arrived to park household, minju and miss yang went to the kitchen to help minju’s mom, while jungwon went upstairs to minju’s room.

“you can go to my room” he recalls her saying.

as he walks in, jungwon is met with a splash of sky blue. her bed is made, with different jellycats on top of it, near it, minju’s desk stands, different makeup tools and school stuff lay on it. but jungwon’s attention goes to the board above her desk. different polaroids and photobooth photos are there, but his gaze is fixed on only one.

three photos with you and minju. you look exactly the same as the day when he first met you. the same sweater, hairstyle and lipgloss.

jungwon’s eyes widened. he doesn't know why. he is aware that you’re best friends with his cousin, so why did his chest tighten?

he still likes you.

that’s right. he still does. even after you said that you gave to stop seeing each other, his feelings still lingered.

“hey jungwon, you should go downst-”

minju stopped in her tracks when she sees her cousin staring at her board with pictures. her eyes immediately landed on what he's staring at—those pictures.

“oh, yeah, lets g-” he didn’t have time to finish his sentence as the sudden door slam scared him.

“what’s up with you? first you ask about y/n, and now you’re staring at her photos? didn't i tell you to stop whatever you're planning?” annoyance was evident in minju’s voice. she hated the fact that jungwon looked like he cared about you, minju knew he didn’t, she hoped he didn’t.

jungwon's chest tightened, his hands formed fists as a habit whenever anyone raised their voice at him.

"what are you talking about?" his voice was quite, but sharp.

minju scoffed at his ignorance. “don't play dumb, jungwon. you know exactly what im talking about. its y/n”

his jaw clenched. the sound of her name felt like a hit in the ribs. “what? i can't ask if she’s okay now?” he tried to play it cool, he didn't want to show his vulnerability.

minju let out a dry laugh. “you don’t get to pretend like you care.”

jungwon couldn’t believe what was he hearing now, he can’t back down now, that’s for sure. “you think i was, am pretending this whole time?”

minju was stubborn, her knuckles turned white. “then explain, why did she stop talking to you, huh? if you truly cared for her, then she wouldn’t walk away, right?”

jungwon flinched. his heart rate picked up and his fingers curled tighter into his palms.

he has been asking himself the exact same thing.

he sharply exhaled, forcing his voice to stay steady. “how about you tell me?”

minju froze, her eyes widened, her hands relaxed.

her reaction wasn’t unnoticed by jungwon. that’s when the realization hit him.

“so it was you? you told her to do it” his gaze locked on hers—piercing, demanding to confess.

“yea, so? it was the best choice for her” minju snapped, but quickly quieted down, as she started to pick ner nails. nervousness took a hold of her.

jungwon let out another exhale. “you cannot be serious now” he took a step closer. “who are you to decide what’s best for her?”

minju was triggered, she was everything he wasn’t to you. “i am her best friend, who are you to decide that you’re the one who she needs?”

“are you calling yourself her best friend when you can’t even see and value her feelings?”

“I-” minju had no words. he was right, she made you stop talking with him out of her selfishness. she wanted to keep you for herself. she didn’t want jungwon to take you from her. she didn’t want that to happen again.

“yeah, exactly.” he looked at her for one last time before rushing to the front door. he needed some fresh air.

“jungwon? where are you going?” “to the shop, i'll be quick!”

minju could hear voices downstairs, she was completely frozen. she was slapped with realization that she had no right to decide what’s best for you. even if she just wanted you to be happy.

tears formed in her eyes, silently running down her cheeks. minju leaned against her door and plumped on the ground, sobbing inaudibly.

she can’t just do nothing now. she was proven wrong. she hurt two of her closest people. the guilt was eating her alive.

minju stood up and sprinted to the front door, shouting “i’ll be right back!” ignoring the yell from her mom, she had no time, she had to apologize to you.

it’s a 15 minute walk from her house to yours, but she made it in 7. she started ringing your doorbell, even when she was still catching her breath.

“minju? what’s up- what happened?” you opened the door just to be met with your best friend breathing profusely, her face slightly puffy. from the looks of it, she looks like she cried. “did you cry? are you alright?”

when minju calmed down and was able to breath properly, she looked at you straight into the eyes.

“y/n, i-i am sorry. i’m so sorry.” she started apologizing, for what? you had no idea.

your brows furrowed. “huh? minju, why are you apologizing?”

her hands clenched at her sides. she looked like she wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come out.

you had never seen her like this before—so frustrated with herself, so shaken.

she swallowed hard, forcing herself to speak. “i’m so sorry y/n, it was me”

you were still dumbfounded. “what?”

minju’s voice cracked, but she kept going. “i was the one who made you stop talking with jungwon” she exhaled sharply. “i thought it would be for the best, but it wasn’t. i acted on impulse and because i was selfish. i thought if you and jungwon got close, you wouldn’t need me anymore. i didn’t want you to talk to him because of that, but i never asked you how you felt, and i guess you really like him, maybe i knew it the whole time, but didn’t want to indulge into the thought that i was in the wrong, but it doesn’t matter” she rambled before making a quick pause.

minju’s eyes were glistening again, her voice barely above whisper. “i hurt you both with my actions, and i want to apologize.” she wiped her eyes harshly.

minju took a deep breath and stepped closer, bowing almost 90 degrees. “i know i don’t deserve it-” her voice was raw with emotions. “can you forgive me?”

you listened to all her ramblings, trying to catch everything. and when you did, your mind went blank.

you had tried to justify what you did—tried to convince yourself it was for the best. but now, hearing minju say it out loud, admitting her mistakes, the truth weighed heavier than you had imagined. a moment of silence has passed before you broke it off.

“minju, i forgive you” you replied to her apology. “i understand how you felt, and i guess it was wrong to just randomly start talking with your relative.”

minju stood straight and grabbed your shoulders. “no! it was entirely my fault! i have no right of controlling who you decide to talk to.”

you placed your hands on her own. “i never knew you felt that way. i’m sorry for not noticing.” you bitterly smiled, feeling guilty.

minju hugged you, shuffling her head into your neck. you instinctively hugger her back, her tears dampening your shirt.

“come on, i’ll make you some tea”

you had spent an hour or two calming minju down.

she kept apologizing even after you told her you forgive her.

you listened to her worried and reasons behind her actions, and you never knew that she felt like this.

“you should confess to him, you know?” minju suddenly said, making you almost spit out your tea.

“huh? who said i liked him?” you looked around, like searching for the guilty one.

“it is pretty obvious. you never get flustered around anyone. the only time i remember was back in 8th grade.” she put her head into her head. “was his name jongseob, or something? you liked him a lot” minju reminded you of an old crush, which made you more embarrassed.

“ugh, stop, it’s embarrassing.” you lightly hit her. “i don’t think jungwon even wants to see me now. not after i said all that stuff to him.” tearing your gaze away from her, you looked around.

“you’re kidding. he literally asked me only about you today. ‘is y/n okay?’ ‘is she doing alright’ blah blah blah” she exaggerated even more by showing talking signs with her hands.

you quietly laughed at her antics. “i don’t know. i think he doesn’t want to see me”

“if there’s anyone he doesn’t want to see, it’s me, i promise you” she breathed out. “we got into a fight which resulted in me coming here.”

you looked at her with pity. “sorry, i guess, i am the reason behind it”

“stop. don’t blame yourself. it was all me.” minju looked at you sternly.

“sorry-“ you couldn’t hold yourself.

“stop apologizing! you should fix that habit of yours, it starts to get annoying”

you laughed lightly at her, almost apologizing again.

when minju came back home, everyone was gone. her place was filled with silence.

“oh, minju, where were you? you missed everything” her mothers voice filled the air.

“sorry, i had to do something urgent. has everyone left already?” she quickly made her way to the living room, where her dad was napping and her mom was watching the TV.

“yes, about half an hour ago. did you and jungwon had a fight? he looked pretty sad.”

“uh, yeah, it was my fault. i’ll apologize to him soon, don’t worry” minju felt guilty at the mention of her cousins name.

“i hope so, he looked miserable. you two always got along well too” her mom sighed, “go to sleep, you have school tomorrow”

“alright, good night” minju said as she went upstairs.

“good night!”

the next day, you didn’t have any trouble with breathing nor steadying yourself. you were just nervous. in the morning, minju pulled you aside, telling you that you need to confess to jungwon today.

after that, your focus was shifted to something else. how will he react after seeing you? to you confessing? will he reciprocate? will he reject you? all kinds of thoughts filled your mind up until lunch.

you wanted to look for him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. when you felt his presence near, you quietly turned your head to look at him, just to find him already looking at you.

kathump.

the feeling in your chest was back. your heart rate sped up again.

a light hit made you snap back, it was minju, she wore a teasing smile that literally said “i told you so”

your mind went back to that interaction the rest of the day. you couldn’t stop thinking about it. but when it was the time to talk to him, you were ready to go straight home.

you were scared. when minju noticed your hesitance, she slightly pushed you.

“your prince charming is waiting, look” she pointed at the direction where jungwon stood.

when you turned to look at your best friend, she was already leaving, mouthing you a good luck.

oh you needed it.

as minju disappeared from your view, you looked back at jungwon.

there he was. hands in pockets, standing tall.

you decided to take one step. and you already felt dizzy.

it’s okay. you can do it.

you quietly said to yourself. you swallowed hard. every step towards him felt heavier, like your legs didn’t want to move.

but you that you had to, that you wanted to.

as you were almost there, he looked at you. jungwon just stood there and watched your approach him. even though his hands were barely visible, you swear his fingers twitched—like he was holding himself back from walking to you.

you stoped in front of him.

silence.

the weight of everything crashed down at once .

“I-“ you started, but didn’t know how to finish. you just stared at him.

and he stared at you back. he blinked at you—his expression unreadable, but his eyes, they were curious, like they were searching for the reason you came up to him.

you turned your gaze to the ground below you, unable to stand under the pressure of his eyes. fingers finding the straps of your jacket.

“jungwon, i-“ you took a shaky breath, forcing yourself to look at him again. “i’m sorry.”

his face flickered with surprise. “for what?”

“for-“ your throat tightened like your grip on your jacket. “for pushing you away. for saying things i didn’t mean. for not asking how you feel. for-“

you exhaled.

“i miss you”

the words made their way out before you could stop them. your feelings summarized in three words. you just missed him.

jungwon froze.

he fixed his posture, continued to look at you, waited for you to continue.

your hands let go of your jacket and balled into fists. “i like you, jungwon” you made a slight pause. “i truly do, i don’t know how and when it started, but-“ you let out a shaky laugh, shaking your head.

“i just know because when i’m not around you, everything feels wrong”

jungwon was still staring, like a deer in headlights, but then, in a second—

his hands weren’t in his pockets anymore, they were on your face.

your breath hitched. you could feel the warmth, both from his hands and your fluster.

his fingertips, warm and gentle, carefully traced over your cheeks-like you weren’t real, like you could disappear in a millisecond.

his voice was barely audible. “are you serious?”

you nodded. “i am”

a small, breathless laugh escapes him.

and then-

he kissed you.

the warmth of his lips connected with yours.

your eyes widened, but you quickly adjusted, closing them, your hands made their way to his shoulders.

when his lips started moving, you couldn’t help but reciprocate. it just felt right.

you kissed each other just right. it felt wonderful.

the lack of air made you pull away first, but jungwon quickly kissed you again.

and when he did pull away, he smiled.

you saw the smile that you adored, the cutest dimples made their way back on his face.

jungwon hugged you, pulling you close by your waist. “i like you too,” he whispered into your ear. “i always wanted to say that.”

you hugged him back and lightly laughed. “so, can i be your girlfriend?” you asked him.

“i’d love that” jungwon replied, stuffing his head deeper into your hair.

you and your boyfriend lied in your room, enjoying each other’s company.

arctic monkeys’ ‘AM’ album playing in the background. and it’s all you could ever ask for.

“still can’t believe minju was the one who promoted you confess” jungwon suddenly said as he played with your hair.

“if it wasn’t for her, i’d never look at your direction again, honestly. you should thank her” looking back at him, you enlightened him.

“nah, we’re even.” he joked. “i’m glad she apologized tho, unexpected from her.”

“stop making her sound like a villain!” you hit him, but you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “she’s the one who made me go to that photobooth.”

jungwon held you tighter, kissing your cheek. “whatever, i have you now. the others don’t matter.”

at that you could only hum, closing your eyes.

as fluorescent adolescent—your favorite song—started playing, you drifted into slumber in your boyfriends arms.

[slutoru1207]

Home Among the Stars 

A/N: I felt like writing something cute. Also, im currently fixing everything on my tumblr sooo sorry it's taking some time. OMG i need people to inbox me so can make more invincible x reader or any characters!!!

Mark had noticed it before you ever said a word.

The way your fingers traced over old photos from Earth. The way your gaze lingered on the horizon, looking for something that wasn’t there. The little sighs you let out when you thought he wasn’t listening.

You never complained. Never said you wanted to leave. But Mark knew you—better than anyone. And he could see it.

You missed home.

And that? That was something he could fix.

It took weeks. Months, even.

Mark wasn’t a builder. He could destroy things easily, tear down mountains with his bare hands—but creating? That was new. Still, he was determined.

He studied Earth architecture. Found materials that mimicked wood and stone. He obsessed over the details—down to the soft creak of the porch steps, the way the kitchen felt warm and inviting, the big windows letting in natural light. He even made sure the house had a proper backyard, one big enough for you.

Because this? This wasn’t just a house.

This was your home.

When he took you there, he didn’t say a word.

Just scooped you up in his arms and flew—fast enough to make you yelp, slow enough to keep you close. The alien landscape stretched beneath you, endless hills and skies. But then—

You saw it.

Nestled in a quiet valley, a house. But not just any house—your house.

A wraparound porch hugged the front, wooden beams carved with care. The windows reflected the soft light, and a little pathway led to the backyard. It looked so out of place in this world, yet so right.

Your breath caught. “Mark…”

But he was already watching you, waiting—eyes flickering over your face, desperate to see your reaction.

“Do you like it?” he asked, voice softer than usual. Almost hesitant.

You turned to him, heart swelling. “I love it."

If Mark thought you were just going to sit in your perfect little house and do nothing—he was wrong.

Within days, you had a plan.

The backyard? Your domain now.

Mark stood on the porch, arms crossed, watching as you knelt in the dirt—carefully planting rows of vegetables, fruit, and roses.

He had never seen you so focused. There was a smear of soil on your cheek, your hands covered in dirt, but you were glowing.

"This is ridiculous,” he muttered, though he was grinning.

You wiped sweat from your forehead, smirking up at him. “You built me a house. I’m making it a home.”

And he couldn’t argue with that.

Despite not needing to eat as often as humans, Mark still insisted on helping you in the kitchen. You taught him how to knead dough, chop vegetables (without crushing them), and make dishes from scratch.

One night, he surprised you by making dinner on his own.

It was… chaotic. Flour on the counter, ingredients everywhere, but he stood there proudly, holding a plate of slightly misshapen but adorable homemade dumplings.

You tried one. Not bad.

Mark raised a brow. “That good, huh?”

You smiled, leaning up to kiss him. “It’s perfect.”

One evening, as the sky turned soft shades of orange and pink, Mark called you outside.

You stepped onto the porch—only to see a tiny puppy sitting at his feet.

White fur, light brown spots, floppy ears, and huge soulful eyes. It looked up at you and let out a tiny bark.

Your heart melted.

“Oh my god—” you crouched down instantly, scooping up the little thing. It fit perfectly in your arms, soft and warm. The puppy licked your cheek, tail wagging furiously.

Mark rubbed the back of his neck, looking smug. “I figured you might want some company when I’m out.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. “You got us a dog?”

His arms wrapped around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder as he hummed, “Mmm, yeah. But mostly for you.”

You turned, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I love you.”

He grinned. “I know.”

After a long day of planting, cooking, and running around with your new puppy, the two of you sat on the porch.

The sky above was endless, filled with stars brighter than anything on Earth.

You leaned against Mark, wrapped in a soft blanket, a cup of tea in your hands. His arm was slung around you, warm and secure. The puppy curled up at your feet, tiny snores filling the air.

“You happy?” he murmured, voice low and gentle.

You turned, looking at him—the strongest warrior in the universe, the same man who built you a home with his own two hands just to make you smile.

You kissed him softly. “Yeah. I really am.”

And in that moment, with the universe stretching out before you, Mark realized something.

This wasn’t just your home.

It was his, too.

Because wherever you were—that’s where he belonged.

[jincapableoflove]

Hi there, I’m the anon who requested the Drabble for way of the househusband and let me say you most definitely did my request justice (the way I could visualise JK in my mind saying and doing that with your writing and Bam’s little cameo 😭) - thank you thank you thank you! WHAT ID GIVE TO READ AN EXTENSION WITH A SMUTTY VERSION PLEASE OH PLEASE 😩 I didn’t request smut because I wasn’t sure if you’d be ok with taking/writing smut requests

"you asked me to choose" pt. 2 | drabble

A PART OF 'THE HOUSEHUSBAND DIARIES' DRABBLE SERIES

pairing: jungkook x (f.) reader

genre: househusband! jungkook, corporate office worker! reader, established relationship, flufff, smut.

summary: after a long, exhausting day at work, there’s nothing better than coming home to jungkook’s warm embrace.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, mature language, dirty talk, breeding/pregnancy kink, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, light dom/sub dynamics, aftercare!!!

a/n: hiii anon! im so happy you loved the previous drabble 💗 and guess what? your wish has been granted! hehe i went ahead an wrote an extended smutty version just for you. lmk what u think! hope you enjoy!!

requests are open! feel free to send in fic and drabble ideas!

read part 1 here

jungkook carefully plates your food, setting it in front of you with a small, satisfied smile. the aroma alone makes your stomach rumble, and the first bite melts in your mouth. but as you settle in, chewing thoughtfully, you start to feel a distinct gaze on you.

lifting your eyes, you find jungkook watching you.

you pause mid-bite, raising a brow. “why aren’t you eating?”

he simply shrugs, propping his elbow on the table and resting his chin against his palm. “i’m enjoying the view.”

the sheer audacity of his words sends warmth creeping up your neck. you chew slower, trying to ignore the way his dark eyes stay locked on you.

“jungkook,” you sigh, setting down your chopsticks. “stop staring.”

“but you’re so cute when you eat,” he muses, lips curving into a lazy grin.

before you can retort, bam lets out a small whine, his head resting on jungkook’s knee as he watches the two of you with hopeful eyes. his tail thumps against the floor, clearly hoping for a bite.

jungkook chuckles, scratching behind bam’s ears. “sorry, buddy. this is your mom’s dinner.”

you shake your head, reaching down to give bam a fond pat. “you two are ridiculous.”

jungkook smirks, tilting his head. “admit it, you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

//

the soft clatter of chopsticks barely registers before jungkook’s hand wraps around your wrist, his grip firm yet gentle as he tugs you up from your chair.

“dinner’s great,” you tease, letting him guide you effortlessly, “but i think i’m still hungry.”

his dark eyes flicker with something unmistakable. “good,” he murmurs, backing you up against the kitchen counter, his voice a low rumble. “because i’ve been starving.”

before you can respond, his lips crash onto yours, urgent and intoxicating. his hands grip your waist, lifting you onto the counter as if you weigh nothing. the cool surface meets your thighs, but all you feel is the heat radiating from him.

the faint rustle of his apron brushes against your legs as his body presses closer, the scent of soap and spice clinging to him. his kiss deepens, slow and deliberate, leaving you breathless.

he parts just enough to whisper against your lips, voice thick with need. “you taste better than dinner.” 

his hands move, exploring every curve, every inch of bare skin exposed to him. his lips trail lower, ghosting over your collarbone, each press of his mouth leaving heat in its wake. your breath hitches as his fingers tease beneath the hem of your skirt, skating over your thighs with sinful ease.

“god, i love coming home to you,” you gasp, your grip tightening around his shoulders.

jungkook smirks against your skin, lips brushing the sensitive spot just below your ear. “then show me just how much, baby.”

before you can melt entirely into his touch, an impatient huff interrupts the moment. you glance to the side, and there, sitting with his ears perked and head tilted in pure canine curiosity, is bam.

“jungkook,” you hiss, shoving lightly at his chest. “bam is watching! we can’t do this here.”

jungkook groans dramatically, his head dropping to your shoulder. “why notttt,” he whines, dragging out the syllables like a petulant child. “it’s not like he’ll understand anyway.”

you scoff, arching a brow. “bam is a child. we’re going to the bedroom.”

jungkook sighs, but the teasing glint in his eyes tells you he’s more than happy to comply. with a mischievous grin, he hoists you up effortlessly. “fine. but if he scratches at the door, it’s your problem.”

//

the moment you step into the bedroom and lock the door behind you, jungkook wastes no time capturing your lips again. this kiss is different, overflowing with the impatience he’s barely been holding back.

a breathy giggle escapes you as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming down your sides. tilting your head back, you grant him better access, and he eagerly takes it, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

“this blouse needs to go,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire, before sliding it off your shoulders and tossing it aside. his hands find your breasts, kneading them over the thin fabric of your bra, sending delicious sparks through your body. the friction is maddening, and before he can tease you further, you unclasp your bra, letting it fall away.

jungkook doesn't hesitate. his lips latch onto your bare skin, tongue flicking over a sensitive peak while his other hand palms and squeezes the other, drawing a sharp gasp from you. he sucks gently, savoring every reaction he pulls from you. 

you both fall back onto the bed, jungkook’s lips still latched onto your nipple as his hands move lower, removing your skirt and pulling your panties down in one swift motion.

a gasp escapes you when his fingers brush over your already slick folds, spreading them apart with practiced ease.

“already so wet for me,” he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction. “did you miss me that much, baby?”

you barely manage a response before his middle finger finds your swollen bud, pressing down just enough to make your hips jolt. a breathy moan slips from your lips as he circles your clit with slow, deliberate strokes.

jungkook chuckles, low and husky. “you’re so sensitive tonight. i barely touched you.” his teasing only heightens the ache inside you.

he leaves your breasts, his mouth trailing lower, his dark eyes locked onto yours as he shifts down the bed. “let me hear you, yeah?” he rasps. “i wanna know just how good i make you feel.”

and then, without another word, he presses his face between your thighs, dragging his tongue in a slow, torturous stripe down your center. the pleasure is instant, overwhelming, and you can’t help the way your back arches off the mattress.

jungkook groans against you, gripping your thighs to keep you still. “that’s it, baby,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “let me take care of you.” 

his pace quickens, his tongue working you more fervently, each stroke drawing out another whimper from your lips. the pleasure is all-consuming, and just when you think you can't take any more, his fingers join the mix.

his tattooed finger finds its way to your entrance, gathering your slick before slowly pushing inside. your jaw falls slack at the sensation, your walls clenching around the intrusion. one finger is soon followed by another, the stretch both intoxicating and perfectly preparing you for what’s to come.

"god, you take my fingers so well," jungkook murmurs against your skin, his breath hot as he watches the way your body responds to him. "so tight, so wet—just for me, huh?"

your fingers curl into the sheets, the desperate ache within you growing unbearable. “j-jungkook, i need more,” you whimper, unable to hold back any longer. “please… i can’t wait anymore.”

jungkook groans at your plea, his restraint snapping. "yeah?" he breathes, pulling back to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with desire. "you want me that bad, baby?"

without wasting another second, he strips off his clothes, his toned body illuminated by the dim glow of the bedside lamp, sleeve tattoos in full display. your breath catches when your eyes drop to his throbbing length, standing hard and proud, the tip glistening with precum.

the sight alone sends another wave of need through you, your thighs instinctively pressing together. jungkook catches the movement, smirking as he strokes himself slowly.

“don’t get shy on me now,” he teases, voice husky. “you were just begging for me, remember?”

jungkook lines himself up with your entrance, sinking in slowly, inch by inch. the stretch is familiar, one you’ve grown accustomed to over the years, yet it still steals your breath every time. he fits so perfectly inside you like a puzzle piece sliding into place, like you were made for each other.

his body presses forward as he pushes in fully, his hips flush against yours. his hands are planted firmly on either side of your head, caging you in, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss.

your fingers dig into his back, clinging to him as pleasure ripples through you. “god, i love the way you fill me up,” you murmur against his lips, voice breathless. “you always feel so good, jungkook… like you were made for me.”

a low groan rumbles in his chest. "damn right i was," he growls, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes before he starts moving.

he sets a slow, deliberate pace at first, letting you feel every inch of him. but as the pleasure builds, his movements grow sharper, his pace quickening. moans and curses spill freely from both of you, the air thick with heat and longing.

"faster, please," you gasp, voice laced with desperation. "i need more—harder, jungkook."

that’s all the encouragement he needs. his grip on your hips tightens as he snaps his hips forward, thrusting into you with newfound intensity. each movement hits just right, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

jungkook’s thrusts grow deeper, more deliberate, as he leans down, lips brushing against your ear. his voice is low, rough with desire.

"fuck, baby… you’d look so beautiful carrying my child," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "can you imagine? your belly round and swollen, full of me." his hands slide down to grip your hips, holding you even closer. "you’d be the most gorgeous mother… and i’d make sure to take such good care of you."

a shiver runs down your spine, heat pooling in your core at his words. if it was even possible, you feel yourself getting even wetter. the thought of a baby with jungkook doesn’t scare you at all, in fact, it only excites you. he’d make such a great dad, a hot dad, and you can’t deny how much the idea turns you on.

your body tightens around him, the pleasure mounting to an unbearable peak. "jungkook—i’m close," you gasp, clutching onto him.

his grip tightens, his pace unrelenting. "then let go, baby," he urges, voice thick with need. "come for me, i wanna feel you."

the euphoria crashes into you like a tidal wave, your orgasm surging through your body as you cry out his name. you clench around him, coating his length in your release, and the sensation drives him over the edge.

a deep groan escapes him as he buries himself inside you one last time, spilling his warmth deep inside. the sensation of being filled up so completely makes your head spin, pleasure still buzzing through your limbs. jungkook presses his forehead against yours, panting, his hands soothing over your sides as you both bask in the afterglow. 

jungkook presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "i’ll go prepare your bath now, okay?" he murmurs, his voice soft as he slowly pulls out. his hands instinctively reach out, guiding your thighs to press together, as if wanting to keep every drop of him inside you just a little longer.

but as he starts to move, you grab his wrist, your voice barely above a whisper. "no… don’t go. let’s just stay like this for a while, please?"

he exhales softly, his resolve crumbling in an instant. "okay, baby," he relents, settling back down beside you. his arms wrap securely around your body, pulling you close, his warmth enveloping you like a cocoon.

completely spent, you melt into him, the exhaustion of the day replaced by a deep, satisfied calm. every ounce of stress has dissolved in his touch, in his presence. you know a bath will make you feel even better, but right now, you don’t want to leave this warmth don’t want to be anywhere but here, tangled up with him.

shortly after, you doze off, completely worn out. jungkook carefully untangles himself from your embrace, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before slipping out of bed. he makes his way to the bathroom, setting up a warm, relaxing bath just for you adding bubbles, lighting candles, creating the perfect atmosphere. because he’s that kind of husband. the kind who always knows exactly what you need before you even have to ask.

he doesn’t have the heart to wake you, so instead, he scoops you up effortlessly, carrying you with the same tenderness as if you were the most precious thing in the world. it’s only when your body sinks into the warm water that your eyes flutter open, blinking at the sudden change in scenery.

jungkook kneels beside the tub, a fond smile on his lips as he runs a soft cloth over your shoulders, his touch gentle, reverent.

"feel better?" he asks softly.

you sigh, letting the warmth seep into your bones. "so much better."

your heart swells as you watch him, this man who has loved you so selflessly, who makes even the simplest moments feel like something out of a dream. you don’t know what you did to deserve him, but you know one thing for certain: you love him more than words could ever express.

after a pause, you open one eye, mischief creeping into your voice. "you’re not joining?"

jungkook smirks, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "that wasn’t part of the order."

you grab his wrist, tugging him closer, your lips curving into a knowing smile. "i think i’m allowed to make modifications."

his chuckle is deep, sinful, as he steps into the bath without hesitation, the warm water licking up his toned skin as he pulls you flush against him. "oh, baby," he murmurs, hands already sliding over your slick body. "you’re dangerous."

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[dashbag-art]

I was finally able to finish my first Mel fic🥹 it was inspired by this song

Masterpiece

Melissa Schemmenti x artist!fem!reader

Summary: After a long day of renovations in Abbot, your creative ego was offended, and Melissa decided to show you exactly how much she loves and supports you.

Warnings: Smut 👀😏

"Ava?! Are you serious?!" The teachers exclaimed.

It all started just a week before the start of the school year. Principal Coleman started the staff meeting with tales about her summer vacation, but then suddenly hit the teachers with the news about classroom renovation. No one expected those news...

"Absolutely. The district won't give us any money to hire the workers. We don't have enough budget for that, and you all keep complaining about how shitty your classrooms look. So we only have two options. You can all continue to teach without any renovation, or you can paint the walls by yourself." Ava shrugged. "I will purchase the cheap supplies, and you have the whole week to do it. It's like a hella amount of time."

"Ava, that's ridiculous!" Janine exclaimed. "This week is for the preparations, not for painting the walls! Are you telling every one teacher to paint their classroom by themselves?"

"You can share if you want extra work, dummy..." Ava rolled her eyes. "Or you can ask your imaginary friends to come and help you for free. You decide what you want to do, I don't care. The meeting is over."

With that, principal Coleman left the gym. But the problem stayed. The classrooms needed to be painted, and the teachers had to decide what they're gonna do next.

"I can't believe Ava did that to us..." Janine sadly told the group of coworkers.

"Did you expect somethin' else from Miss 'I spent the month drunk in the five-star hitel's pool'? Or did you want some actual decisions from Miss 'I lost my Gucci sunglasses in the hookah bar in Vegas'? Both of them are our irresponsible boss, don't forget that." Melissa chuckled, scrolling her phone.

"Well, Ava did actually offer a solution. I definitely would not paint my walls alone... I'll ask Gerald for help." Barbara shook her head.

"That's brilliant, I'll ask my girlfriend. I think she's free for this week." Melissa said, putting her glasses away.

"Well, you're lucky. You have partners! I gotta do it all by myself..." Jacob threw his hands in the air.

"Oh my God! I have a boyfriend too!" Janine almost jumped in excitement.

"Um...I'm sorry to ruin your expectations, but I also have a classroom to paint..." Gregory said softly. "B-but I can help you when I'm done!" He tried to cheer Janine up.

"Okay, I'm tired of this whole thing, I'm goin' home. See yous tomorrow when all this execution will start. Barb, do you need a lift?" Melissa stood up, gathering her bag and jacket.

"Thank you, dear!" Barbara followed her friend. "Goodbye, everyone!"

The next day, the teachers gathered in the school. They were moving chairs and desks, putting boxes with books and materials away from the classrooms to prepare everything for the renovation. Ava asked Mr. Johnson to deliver buckets of paint, brushes, and paint rollers to the teachers so everyone could start working. Janine looked out from her classroom to see Melissa standing in front of the opened doors of her classroom, typing something on her phone.

"Hey, Melissa! Why aren't you painting?"

"I'm waitin' for my girlfriend. I ain't climbin' the ladder, pipsqueak." Melissa answered without looking up from her phone. Right in time, the front doors opened, and you came in. Melissa waved, waiting for you. "She's with me!" She yelled across the hall to the security.

When you came to her, redhead hugged your waist, kissing your cheek. "Hi, baby."

"Hi, Mel." You smiled back at her.

"Oh, Melissa, is that your girlfriend?" Janine looked you up and down surprised.

"No, I'm her uncle." You rolled your eyes, grinning at the redhead.

"Hah! That's a good one, babe." Melissa grinned back at you. "Yes, shorty, that's Y/N, she's my girlfriend. But I ain't explainin' anything else, go mind your own business."

And with that, Melissa pulled you into her classroom, leaving Janine alone with the newfound fact. When she explained everything you needed to know about the renovation, you took off your jacket and rolled the sleeves of your old shirt that was already covered in paint stains from the artistic activities of yours. Melissa was moving small boxes and chairs while watching you towering on the ladder with a paint roller in your hands. She had to admit that you looked incredibly sexy standing on top of the ladder, focused on painting carefully, hands covered in paint splashes, brows frowned. She liked watching you paint your artworks at home. You used to dive deep into the process, so she wasn't afraid to be caught watching you. She was impressed when you first showed her the paintings. She's already told you millions of times how incredibly talented you were to create characters and worlds from scratch and to imprint different complex emotions on the canvas. But you never listened to her. You didn't think highly about your artwork, as you always thought about it as a hobby. Your family used to tell you that you need to find a real job and do real things instead of wasting paint and money. Melissa was the first person to really support your hobby. It all started from silly sketches on the napkins that you would put in her bag during the coffee shop dates, and now she lets you settle your painting studio in her garage and model for your studies.

Suddenly, Melissa was pulled out of her thoughts by two inseparable, annoying coworkers.

"Oh, wow, Melissa, your ceiling looks much cleaner than mine! I got it all stained with the paint." Jacob said, peeking in the doorframe.

"Yeah, and how you don't have any splashes on the floor? When I'm painting, all the paint drips down on the floor..." Janine looked surprised, examining the classroom.

"Well, because my classroom is getting painted by a very careful girl." Melissa winked at you, spotting how you blushed.

"Oh, hi dear! Y/N, how lovely to see you here!" Barbara suddenly appeared in the doorframe, waving at you.

"Hello, Barbara!" You waved back, going down the ladder.

"I shall tell you, the portrait you drew was incredible. My sister loved it very much! Thank you again."

"No problem, I'm happy she liked the present." You simply smiled, not being used to public praise in front of strangers.

"Wait, what portrait?" Janine asked.

"Y/N is an artist. A couple of weeks ago, I asked her if she could draw a portrait of my sister for her birthday. The painting was incredible!"

"You are an artist? No doubts why the walls are so accurately painted!" Janine joked.

"Wait, what?" You turned to face the second-grade teacher.

"Well, you're skilled, that's why you paint the walls so accurately..." Janine tried to explain.

"Janine, stop..." Melissa interrupted her coworker.

"Are you saying that I'm painting the walls accurately just because I'm an artist and I've got skills of moving a brush with paint across some surface?"

"Well, yes... It comes naturally for you. No?"

"Well, I'm sorry to destroy your theories, but painting walls has nothing to do with what I draw. The walls texture and canvas have nothing in common. The tools I'm using aren't the same you use for painting walls. Why do I even need to explain it to you?"

"Babe, calm down, don't listen to her." Melissa tried to calm you down by putting her hand on your lower back. "Janine, go mind your own business. You, Jacob, too."

You threw the last stern look at the woman before she went away.

"Babe, I'm sorry for what she said. She doesn't know what she's talking about." Melissa hugged you, drawing circles with her hand on your lower back. "Forget what she said."

"Okay..." You muttered quietly in the crook of her neck.

At the same time, in Janine's classroom, the second-grade teacher was pacing around the ladder, waiting for Gregory to come and help her paint the borderline between the walls and the ceiling.

"Janine, what happened? I heard some noise from Melissa's classroom." Gregory asked, walking in.

"Yeah...um...there's Melissa's girlfriend, Y/N, in there. And she kinda helps Melissa paint the walls. And...so...appeared she's the artist. And I just praised her work, that's all."

"What exactly did you say?"

"Well... something like that's the reason why she painted the walls so good, because she's a professional, its natural for her. That's what I said. I didn't say anything offensive, but she was so defensive..."

"Well, you basically said that drawing artworks is the same as painting walls... Did you know that people actually study before they can paint walls professionally and work with a renovation team? And it's not the same as drawing portraits. You need different skills for both activities." Gregory shrugged.

"How did you know she draws portraits?"

"A week ago, Barbara might have told me about that birthday present she purchased from Melissa's mysterious girlfriend... I didn't ask. She was just too excited not to share."

"Okay.. but I still don't understand why she got so offended?"

"Alright. Let's say... someone you don't know came to you and asked you to explain them trigonometry and chemistry of the 9th grade. Would you do it?"

"No, because I'm a second grade teacher. I can teach them about the solar system."

"Yes, and then they tell you that you should know that, because you're a teacher, it shall be natural for you to know everything. What a teacher are you, if you can't teach someone? Even if you don't specialize in that... You can't know exactly why Y/N got so defensive, but the thing you said offended her."

"Okay, I got it... I shall apologize to Y/N." Janine said and left the room. She immediately saw you walking towards Melissa's classroom as you've just washed your hands in the bathroom after finishing painting.

"Hey, Y/N!" Janine exclaimed, drawing your attention. "I'm sorry for what I said."

"Okay..." You still wasn't impressed by the apology. "You shall know that my skill of painting walls has nothing to do with my drawing skills. My parents used to do renovations all on their own. And they would make me participate since I was a little girl, saying that i shall put my artistic interest to some good use. They would say, 'Hey, we've got a task for a real artist!' And then they would make me paint walls and doorframes. So I simply had to learn a thing or two from them, I had no choice. That's why I do it so well." You said and disappeared into Melissa's classroom.

By the end of the day, you helped Melissa clean all the dust and move the furniture back to its place. You were waiting next to the car for her to say goodbye to Barbara. You still were a little sad because of what redhead's coworker told you. Even after all Melissa's support, you still felt insecure about your paintings, and Janine's words cut you deep, revealing all the doubts you got from years of making fun of. The thoughts were spiraling in your head. You had all the fights with your parents about your interest on loop, so you simply didn't notice as redhead came to you, fidgeting the car keys in her hand.

"Are you hanging here all alone, beautiful?" Melissa joked. "Hey, are you alright? Is it because I asked you to help?"

"Huh? No, no, it's not. I was glad to help. There was no way I would let you climb the ladder, woman." You tried to joke back. "I think I'm just a little tired."

"Oh. Does my girl want to have a little romantic evening as a payback for her help?" Melissa stroked your hand, intertwining your fingers. You simply nodded, squeezing her hand in yours. "Okay, baby, let's go home and have some nice dinner."

The ride was quiet. You enjoyed the sound of Melissa humming some familiar tunes. When you came back home, the redhead cooked you an amazing dinner. All her cooking was incredible. She was an amazing cook. After dinner was finished and dishes were washed, you enjoyed the company of each other while sipping on wine. You curled in her side. She had her arm draped over your shoulders. Melissa's steady breathing and warmth of her chest calmed you, but still thoughts were spiraling in your head. You were pulled out of your head by soft kisses to the top of your head.

"Hon, you're so distant tonight. What's going on in this creative mind of yours?" Melissa asked, hugging you.

"I dunno, I just feel a little bit down tonight." You shrugged.

"Y/N, is it 'cause of that Janine incident?" She looked dead in your eyes.

"Yeah... I know I should forget about it, but her words somehow got deep in my mind, and now I'm rotting from inside..." You looked down where her fingers intertwined yours. "I just keep remembering my parents' words and how they've talked about my art and everything. No one ever took my art seriously. For everyone, it was just a funny hobby. So now, every time I look at my paintings, I simply don't see anything good, always see the mistakes. For some reason, people think that if you're an artist, then you should be good at any creative activities. And it's so frustrating for me. It's like I'm back at my parents' house and being told that the only thing my artistic skills are good for is painting walls..." You looked down as the single tear dropped down your cheek.

"Hon..." Melissa hurried to wipe the wet road off of your cheek, cupping it. "You don't have to listen to anyone. You've put so much effort into that. You've been working so hard to improve your skills. I've seen your artworks and they're incredible! It's okay to see mistakes in your paintings, 'cause you have the whole image in you head, you know a lot so you can spot the mistakes, but it doesn't make your art bad. It gives you the opportunity to improve your techniques in the next piece. People only see the result, they don't know the idea, so they can only judge the final art. And I know that your art is amazing. And people also don't know a shit. Anyone who's ever made fun of you were just jealous, that all. They were trying to make you feel miserable so you would quit your thing. Because they feel that they can not do the same. But you can. You need to be stronger, bolder, to show people that you really love what you're doing and nothing can change your mind!" To put an end to her thought, she kissed your forehead and smiled at you.

And you were ready to drown in her soft green eyes that were looking at you with unimaginable love and support. You've never felt like this in your life. No one ever fought for you like Melissa did. The way she was so passionate about supporting you felt so warm and safe for you. It's like you were finally seen and heard. An, what's more important, you were loved. Every bit of your existence was loved by the redhead woman in front of you.

"Thank you, Mel. I love you." You smiled at her, wrapping your arms around her neck.

"I love you too, Y/N." She smiled back and kissed you.

The kiss was soft and slow at first. Both of you were pouring every ounce of love you had for each other into this dance of lips. But then you felt Melissa getting bolder and hungrier. The kissing got faster, messier. Melissa brought you closer, holding your waist. Her full, soft lips were capturing yours with force. You got drunk on her smell and taste. You buried your fingers in her auburn hair, scratching the scalp, bringing her closer than it was possible. Once her hand got under your shirt, she stopped the kiss and looked in your eyes. Her pupils were blown, eyes got almost black.

"I'm gonna tell the dumbest thing..." She put her hand on your thigh. "You've got an artist inside you. Tonight, let the artist inside me be you... Baby, paint me like a canvas. I want to see you dripping colors on the bedsheets." She was whispering in your ear. Her hot breath tickled the sensitive skin.

"Melissa..." You almost whined under her.

"I want you to dip your brush into my pallet and make a mess tonight."

"Jesus Christ..." You gripped her thighs, closing eyes."That's the hottest thing someone's ever told me."

"And you know what? You never let the paint run dry..." She looked seductively in your eyes and licked her kiss-swollen lips.

"Bed. Now."

Melissa took your hand, jumped off the couch, and almost ran up the stairs to the bedroom. When the door closed behind you, she pulled you on top of her, falling on the bed. The kiss never stopped. The clothes dropped down on the floor. You both were craving bare skin contact, gripping, touching, caressing, and scratching. You wanted to feel every inch of soft skin. You remembered what she said. "Paint me like a canvas..." And paint you did. You left the road of open-mothed kisses, red hikeys and light bites from her lips to her breasts, kneaded the supple flesh of her full breasts, traced small patterns around her nipples taking each one in your mouth. You sucked them, kissed them, bit them, pulling more and more whines and moans from Melissa. She was holding you by the back of your head, never letting go. When you gave one of her nipples a harder suck she arched her back, moaning out a high "Baby, please..."

"Mel, come sit on my face." You told her getting up from her chest.

She quickly changed places with you, leaving you laying on the bed and cradling up to your face. When she put both of her thighs around your head, you hugged hot, soft flesh and gave her inner thighs quick kisses. You looked up, spotting the most gorgeous sight. Melissa was looking down at you with eyes full of lust and adoration. Her hair was a mess, cascading down her shoulders and chest. Perky nipples were almost red from your manipulations. Soft pale skin was covered in slightly visible marks. "Beauty," you thought. You let her lower herself on your tongue and heard the most beautiful moan ever. She quickly started grinding on your tongue, burying your nose in her slightly trimmed bush. You could smell her sweat and arousal, could taste her sweet lust and craving. You couldn't stop yourself from lowering your hand to your core. You could feel your own wetness covering your fingers and inner thighs. You sinked one finger in, feeling how easy it went and moaning into Melissa's pussy. All the vibrations were driving her crazy and she fastened her movements, while you started slowly fucking yourself. First with one finger, but then you let the second one slide in. You were desperately fucking your own hole while eating the redhead out. Her grinding got faster, she gripped the headboard and shot her eyes closed, reaching her orgasm. You could sense her release, so you curled your fingers and thrusted a couple more times, while sucking hard on her clit. It pulled Melissa and you into the burning flame of you shared culmination. She moaned loudly, grinding a little more, and then stilled catching her breath.

Your pussy was clenching around your own fingers, crying for more pleasure. You kissed the woman's sensitive clit, feeling how it twitched, and tapped her thigh. She layed down next to you, kissing and feeling her own taste on your lips.

"Are you ready for the next round?" You asked her, sitting up.

"I sure am." She smiled at you, caressing your thigh.

You pecked her lips, feeling her grinning, and hurried to open the nightstand and pick out a double-sided dildo. When you dipped one end inside your tight hole, you crawled on top of Melissa, peppering her breasts and shoulders in kisses and making her giggle. You ended up pinning her wrists and making out.

"Please, hon', you gotta finish what you started... Oh God!" Melissa moaned when one of your hands lowered to her core and stroked her clit.

"Your wish is my command." You grinned at her, sitting up and lining the tip of the lubed dildo with her entrance.

With one slow thrust you entered her with the full length, pulling the most pornographic moan out of her. One end was buried deep inside you and the other was deliciously hitting redhead's G-spot with every thrust. She was moaning and squirming under you, locking her legs around your thighs. The room got filled with wet sounds of flesh meeting, her loud moans and your muffled whimpering. The dildo was bent, so with every thrust it was massaging your clit, sending electric shots through your whole body. You've found the steady rhythm that was driving Melissa crazy. She kneaded her breasts, twisting and tugging her perky nipples, moaning your name and muffled curses. You grabbed her thigh with one hand and started circling her clit with the other, making Melissa arch her back and cry out in pleasure. Her hips were meeting you halfway, silently asking for your wet thrusts to fasten. You were able to look down at her through the white heat of your own approaching orgasm and your mind went blank. The view was breathtaking. Her covered in stretch marks thick milky thighs were hugging you. Swolen clit was twitching under your touch. Her soft lower belly was slightly moving with every thrust of a long dildo inside her. Her covered in hot sweat body was squirming, waiting for the wave of pleasure to wash over. Huge heavy tits were bouncing, while she groped them and played with her nipples. Her beautiful face was showing all the pleasure she was experiencing. Brows frowned, eyes closed shut, mouth opened, while filthy high pitched moans were spilling out.

"Hon'...p-please..." Mel suddenly moaned.

This view and the sound of her pleading almost made you cum immediately. You fastened your thrusting, angling her legs so you'd go deeper. Your movements were fast and short, the dildo inside never exited her. You were so close to her you could feel the heat radiating from her. The smell of sex, her sweat, and juices were hitting your nose, making you absolutely feral. Her loud moans and the sound of wet sloping filled your head, erasing all the thoughts except for the thought of how wonderful it would be if you could fill her hot hole up. Fill her with the blazing slick love you had for her. You could breed her again and again until you both would go numb. And then watch her tight pussy contract in aftershocks and your mixed juices would spill out of her, covering her lips and ass. Just the thought of it made you cum harder than ever. With the lust sloppy thrust, you arched your back, screaming her name, feeling your own walls tighten around the end inside you. On the other end, Melissa has also fallen apart. With a lound "FUCK!!" she bent in half, her forehead meeting your chest. Her body was shaking, and warm liquid gushed on your stomach. Your belly and thighs were covered in her wetness, while she was a panting mess. You caressed her thighs, making sure to comfort her before you would pull the toy out. When you did so, she whimpered at the sudden emptiness and opened her eyes slightly, watching you taking the other end out of you and dropping it on the floor. You picked up your shirt, that was on the floor the whole time, and cleaned her juices on your body.

"Sorry for that.." She mumbled.

"No worries, it was hella hot, babe. Wait a sec, I'll go get a...." You started but was cut off by her.

"No, fuck it, the washcloth can wait. I need you, come here." She said, opening her arms and stretching on the bed.

You happily climbed back and hugged her, letting her nuzzle face in the crook of your neck. You smelled her ginger locks amd kissed the top of her head, while caressing her shoulders and back. You felt her squeeze your waist and kiss your collarbone.

"Do you know, I love you?" She asked muffled.

"Yeah, sweetheart, I know. I love you too. Thank you for everything you said and for all your support, Mel."

"You are the most amazing person in the world, and the most talented artist ever, hon'. I guess we made the shades of you and me a masterpiece..." She wiggled her eyebrows at you and you both laughed.

You held her tight, knowing that she would always be by your side, making sure you know you deserve to shine.

[scarscribblesstuff]

Pancakes

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: David, Angel

Pairings: David/Angel

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/4F65GPn78BrRvP638wEQZP?si=iwEOkjQeSaO-k4tjsYMpjw

Please do not feed to AI, claim as your own, or repost to other platforms without my permission. The characters belong to Redacted Audio and this is a fan work.

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“Angel.” David rumbles in his low morning voice. “Is the blindfold really necessary?”

“Uh absolutely.” They insist, mock offended at the question. “How else am I supposed to stop you from snooping too early?”

“Are you sure it's not just because you're too short to cover my eyes?” He smirks, holding onto their hand for support and guidance.

“Alright telephone pole ass.” They stick out their tongue, only to realise he can't see them and so prod him instead.

“I'm not that tall, you're the one who's ridiculously short.” He chuckles.

“Motherfucker, you are at least six inches above average height.”

“And how far are you below it?”

“Suck my dick.”

“I've done worse.”

“Oh but I'm the perv in this house.”

“Yes. You are.” He pulls them in closer, so he can kiss them.

They lean happily into it with a laugh. He goes to deepen the kiss but they stop him with a hand to his chest. “Stop distracting me!”

“Sorry,” he says completely unapologetically.

“You are forgiven - now come on!” They continue leading him forwards.

David obliges, allowing them to guide him through the house. He shivers in the cooler air of the living room.

“Could I at least put a shirt on for this?”

Angel gasps, hand to their heart. “And take all this away? Never my hot sexy love.” They trace a finger across his chest for a moment, before leaving him in the centre of the room. “Now wait here.” They call out as they scarper off.

“Alright.”

“AND NO PEEKING!” They call back behind them.

He just laughs to himself, waiting patiently.

Rapid footfalls can be heard, as Angel sprints through the halls getting everything ready for their surprise. There's a small scratch sound and music begins filling the room. Then there’s a sweet smell, drifting in with their footfalls, a little calmer now.

“You cooked? How long have you been up?” He turns towards the sound of clinking of plates on the table.

“Longer than I'm normally able to. You’ve been really tired lately.”

“I'm sure it doesn't help that someone turned off my alarm this morning.”

“Because it's the weekend and you need to rest.”

“I'm getting better at it.”

“You are.” He feels a gentle kiss being pressed to his back. “But I'll still remind you when you forget.”

“Thank you baby.” He reaches for them only to grasp air. He swallows, trying to ignore the ache that brings.

“Can I see you now? Or will I be standing like this all day?” He asks, itching to pull the blindfold off.

“Nearly!” They respond cheerfully, “aaaaaand done. Come here big guy.” Angel tenderly reaches up, pulling the blindfold off. He blinks in the soft morning light trickling in from the large bay windows.

The room is freshly cleaned, looking polished and sparkling. The table is laid with various chopped fruits, with a whole bowl dedicated to strawberries, his favourite. Plus a slightly too large stack of pancakes of varying qualities. And in the corner, his dad’s old record player is up and running; polished and with a brand new record spinning lazily round.

Lastly he turns to his partner, his spouse, his Angel. Stood in front of it all, light caressing their hair, flour dusted across their face and clothes. Gods above, they are beautiful.

“Ta da!” They grin up at him, fidgeting with their ring. “Thoughts? Praises? Celebrations?”

“It's wonderful. Thank you.” He whispers, pulling them close and relishing the feeling of them against him. “I still could have worn a shirt for this.”

They burst into laughter against him. “Maybe, but I retain the right as your spouse.” They take his hand, linking their fingers and brush their thumb over his ring.

“Mm not sure that was in our vows.”

“It's called subtext darling dearest Davey.” They tease, sticking their tongue out.

“Cheeky.” He leans down and kisses them.

“Yeah but it gets me kisses.” They say beaming. ear to ear.

“Yeah yeah okay.” David rolls his eyes as he wraps his arms around their waist.

Their arms mimic his, winding round his shoulders. As the music embraces them, the two sway slowly in the living room.

“What was all this for?” He asks, spinning them carefully across the plush carpet.

They shrug, “just felt like it.”

The movement slows as he looks down at them in awe. “Really?”

“Well yeah. You inspire me. Love into action and all that.”

He just stares at them, astounded. “You… you're too sweet sometimes.”

“Well,” they rest their head on his chest, “you deserve sweet.”

“You're more than sweet my love.” He tilts up their chin. “You're everything.”

He kisses them once more. “And I'm the luckiest man in the world.”

“You're very welcome Davey.” They hop up to their tiptoes, pressing their lips to his cheek. “Now, does the luckiest man in the world want pancakes? Because I'm starving.”

The couple’s laughter fills the room. Together in the home they’d built together, they greet the day.

[pamelaiscrying]

Off your hands

A kenan yildiz fanfic

Summary: you and kenan are childhood rivals yet one night brings you closer than what you expected.

Notes: i was so tempted to write greek!Reader but i know most of my followers arent greek 🥲☝️

Kenan Yildiz was charming to the public—charismatic, talented, effortlessly likable. But to you? He was a lifelong headache.

Your history with him stretched back to your preteen years, where his idea of fun was pulling the most ridiculous pranks on you. By high school, your rivalry had evolved into heated arguments—especially over who had the right to the field during recess: the volleyball team or the football team.

You thought you’d left all of that behind after graduation. You swore you’d never see him again. But fate had other plans.

Both of you had been picked up by teams in Turin.

“Fuck Yildiz,” you muttered before downing a generous gulp of alcohol, feeling the familiar burn at the back of your throat. “He’s everywhere. I turn my fucking head, and there he is.”

“To be fair, Y/N, aside from playing in the same city, you also share the same social circle,” Chiara pointed out, ever the voice of reason.

She wasn’t wrong, but that didn’t mean you had to like it. You had spent months perfecting the art of avoiding Kenan Yildiz, making sure to steer clear of any event he might attend. Yet, here you were—at a party you hadn’t wanted to come to in the first place, all because Chiara had a crush on him.

“Whatever. I didn’t know that before I accepted the invitation,” you muttered bitterly, shifting your attention elsewhere.

Specifically, to Nicolo Savona—Kenan’s teammate.

Unlike Kenan, Nicolo was everything you liked in a man. Sweet, considerate, always making sure to ask how your day was and throwing in a compliment that actually felt genuine. You had been interested in him for a while now. Maybe tonight was the night you’d finally make a move—

A breath ghosted against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“He’s not into uptight chicks.”

You startled slightly, immediately recognizing the voice. Kenan.

Your jaw clenched as you turned to glare at him. “First of all, come up behind me like that again, and I swear I’ll smack you. Second of all, shut the hell up.”

He only laughed, taking a slow sip from his cup. “Just saying. Wouldn’t want you to get your hopes up just to be let down.”

Your blood boiled. “You have an insane amount of aud—”

Before you could finish, he cut you off, turning to Chiara with an easy smile.

“Hey, Chiara. Sorry for ignoring you. Wanna dance?”

Chiara’s eyes lit up. “Oh my god, yes!”

She practically threw her drink into your hands, giving you an apologetic look before disappearing into the crowd with him.

You stared after them, grip tightening around the cup.

Of course, once again you end up lonely in a mansion full of people..not even a fucking room.

Harsh.

The music pulsed through the mansion, laughter and conversation blending into an indistinct hum. Around you, people were having fun—dancing, flirting, drinking like they had no worries in the world. Chiara was already wrapped up in Kenan’s orbit, smiling and twirling under the dim party lights.

You weren’t jealous. Not of her, not of him.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Still, something inside you twisted, a strange hollowness settling in your chest. You needed air.

Without saying a word, you slipped away from the main room, weaving through bodies until you found an empty lounge deeper inside the mansion. It was dimly lit, the golden glow from the bar casting long shadows against the sleek furniture. A few discarded bottles sat on the counter—expensive liquor left untouched.

Perfect.

You poured yourself a drink, downing it quickly before pouring another. And another.

At first, the alcohol warmed you, numbing the edges of whatever emotion you didn’t want to name. But as you kept drinking, the warmth turned to fire, coursing through your veins, making your limbs feel lighter. The world blurred at the edges, and suddenly, everything felt… easier.

Somewhere along the way, you wandered back into the main room, the music vibrating through your chest. People were moving, laughing, lost in the beat.

You felt light. You felt reckless.

And then, somehow, you found yourself on a table.

You weren’t sure how you got up there, but at this point, it didn’t matter. The music pulsed beneath your feet, and you let it take over, your body swaying, moving, completely uninhibited. Laughter bubbled from your lips as you twirled, arms lifting above your head.

Someone whistled. People cheered.

The music pulsed through the mansion, laughter and conversation blending into an indistinct hum. Around you, people were having fun—dancing, flirting, drinking like they had no worries in the world. Chiara was already wrapped up in Kenan’s orbit, smiling and twirling under the dim party lights.

You weren’t jealous. Not of her, not of him.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Still, something inside you twisted, a strange hollowness settling in your chest. You needed air.

Without saying a word, you slipped away from the main room, weaving through bodies until you found an empty lounge deeper inside the mansion. It was dimly lit, the golden glow from the bar casting long shadows against the sleek furniture. A few discarded bottles sat on the counter—expensive liquor left untouched.

Perfect.

You poured yourself a drink, downing it quickly before pouring another. And another.

At first, the alcohol warmed you, numbing the edges of whatever emotion you didn’t want to name. But as you kept drinking, the warmth turned to fire, coursing through your veins, making your limbs feel lighter. The world blurred at the edges, and suddenly, everything felt… easier.

Somewhere along the way, you wandered back into the main room, the music vibrating through your chest. People were moving, laughing, lost in the beat.

You felt light. You felt reckless.

And then, somehow, you found yourself on a table.

You weren’t sure how you got up there, but at this point, it didn’t matter. The music pulsed beneath your feet, and you let it take over, your body swaying, moving, completely uninhibited. Laughter bubbled from your lips as you twirled, arms lifting above your head.

Someone whistled. People cheered.

The music pounded in your ears, drowning out everything—your thoughts, your loneliness, the gnawing emptiness that had followed you all night. The alcohol coursing through your veins made you feel weightless, reckless, untouchable.

You swayed to the music, arms above your head, letting the rhythm take over.

Then—hands.

At first, it was fleeting. Fingers brushing against your ankles, your calves. Maybe accidental. Maybe not.

Then bolder. A palm on the back of your knee, sliding up. Another set of fingers tracing the hem of your dress, teasing, testing. A murmur, a laugh from below.

Your mind felt slow, the alcohol thick in your bloodstream. You swayed again, blinking down at the sea of faces, at the hands reaching for you like you were something to be taken.

Your stomach twisted. Something felt wrong, but your limbs were heavy, your thoughts sluggish. You told yourself to move, to step down, but the floor felt too far away.

More laughter. More hands. Your skin still burned where they had touched you, laughter ringing in your ears, but you couldn’t focus, couldn’t move.

Then—

“Hands off of her”

The voice was low, sharp, and filled with something dangerous. The hands vanished instantly, retreating like shadows in the presence of something stronger.

Before you could register what was happening, arms wrapped around you, lifting you effortlessly from the table. The floor tilted beneath you, your head falling against something solid—warm, steady. A familiar scent clung to the fabric against your cheek, stirring something in the fog of your mind.

Kenan.

“L—leave me alone,” you slurred, weakly pressing your hands against him. It was pathetic, your limbs useless, heavy with alcohol.

“Shut up, Y/N,” he muttered, his grip tightening as he carried you through the crowd.

No one stopped him. No one questioned it. They just watched—some amused, some indifferent, like this was just another moment in a night that would be forgotten by morning.

A door creaked open. Cool air brushed against your burning skin.

Then it shut.

And just like that, the noise, the crowd, the wandering hands—all of it was gone.

Only Kenan remained.

The cool air of the room did nothing to clear the fog in your head. The spinning wouldn’t stop, your body felt disconnected from itself, and the only thing grounding you was the warmth of the arms that still held you.

Then, suddenly, you weren’t weightless anymore. Kenan dropped you onto the bed—not gently, not carefully, just enough to make you bounce slightly against the mattress.

“Are you a fucking idiot?” His voice was sharp, edged with something raw, something furious.

You blinked up at him, your vision swimming. “Wha—?”

Kenan ran a hand through his hair, pacing once before turning back to you. His jaw was clenched, his dark eyes burning with something you couldn’t name. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You tried to sit up, but your limbs felt like they weren’t yours, the alcohol still pulling you down. “I was—having fun,” you mumbled, rubbing at your temples.

Kenan let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Fun? Yeah, looked like a fucking blast, letting those bastards put their hands all over you.”

His words should’ve stung, but everything felt distant, muffled, like you were underwater. You exhaled heavily, turning your head away. “Not your problem.”

He moved before you could react, crouching down in front of you, forcing you to look at him. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and unreadable.

“Like hell it isn’t.”

Your breath caught in your throat. The room still swayed, but Kenan was steady—too steady, too close. His hands pressed into the mattress on either side of you, trapping you in place. You could smell the faint trace of alcohol on him, but he wasn’t drunk. Not like you.

Kenan scoffed, running a frustrated hand through his hair before his eyes locked onto you again, burning with something close to disgust.

“You let yourself fall this low? Letting strangers put their hands on you? For what—Nicolo’s attention?” He let out a bitter laugh. “That’s a new all-time low, Y/N.”

Your blood boiled. The fog of alcohol didn’t dull the anger clawing its way up your throat. You pushed yourself up on shaky arms, glaring at him through blurry vision.

“Don’t fucking talk, Mr. ‘I fuck everything that moves.’”

Kenan didn’t even flinch. If anything, his expression darkened, something sharp flickering behind his eyes. Then, he took a step closer, voice dropping.

“Maybe that’s why you act like you hate me.” He tilted his head, watching you carefully. “Because that night, I never made a move on you.”

Your stomach twisted.

You knew exactly what night he was talking about.

That disastrous double date when you were seventeen.

It had been set up by mutual friends—something casual, something fun. You didn’t even want to step a foot at first but promised your friend to make the effort; But from the moment you arrived, Kenan had made it clear you weren’t worth his attention. He spent the entire night flirting with the older waitress, ignoring every attempt you made at conversation, making sure you knew exactly where you stood. Not only that but he didn’t even return you at home just dumped you on the bus station.

He had made sure to shutter your ego and any self respect that you had built.

You had told yourself you didn’t care. That it didn’t matter.

But the memory still burned, even now.

Your nails dug into the sheets, your body tense, but Kenan didn’t back off. If anything, he leaned in, his voice lower now, rough around the edges.

“Admit it, Y/N.” His eyes flickered down to your parted lips before meeting your gaze again. “That’s what really pisses you off, isn’t it?”

Your jaw tightened, the alcohol still buzzing in your veins, but the anger cut through it like a blade.

“I’m glad you never did,” you spat, your voice sharp, laced with venom. “I’m not into fucking manwhores.”

Kenan didn’t flinch. He barely even reacted, his expression unreadable. But something flickered in his eyes—something dark, something amused.

Then, slowly, he smirked.

“You can act like you hate me all you want,” he murmured, voice low, deliberate. “But we both know the truth.”

Your stomach twisted, a heat rising to your skin that had nothing to do with the alcohol.

You hated him.

Didn’t you?

The words slipped from your mouth before you could even stop them, the bitter truth clawing its way out. “W-what truth? That I find you disgusting? Yes.”

You tried to shove him away, but your hands were weak, too shaky to push him back. He didn’t move an inch, his gaze heavy and piercing, as if he could see straight through you, into every thought you were trying to keep buried.

“What truth, Y/N?” His voice was low, rough, as his hand inched further up your thigh, the touch sending a wave of heat that had nothing to do with the alcohol. “That you want me just as much as you hate me?”

Your breath caught in your throat, heart pounding, as you stared back at him. You tried to speak, to shove him away, but your body betrayed you, feeling like it was pulled in two directions. You hated him. You did—but there was a part of you, hidden deep down, that wanted him just as badly.

“Move,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, strained. But instead of stepping back, his hand moved higher, the pressure of his fingers against your skin like fire. You could feel the tension between you, thick, unbearable.

Then, he leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “You can keep pretending you don’t want this.” His voice dropped, almost a growl. “But we both know the truth.”

Before you could protest, before you could form another thought, his lips captured yours in a kiss—hard, desperate, demanding. His hand moved from your thigh to your waist, pulling you closer, your body pressed against his with an intensity that left no room for escape.

You kissed him back before you could stop yourself, the heat of his mouth on yours sparking something inside you, something you had tried so hard to keep buried. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Not the anger. Not the hate.

You pull away, your lips trembling as the charged silence stretches between you. Your eyes flash with raw emotion as you growl, “I hate you.”

A crooked smile tugs at his lips. In a low, husky voice he replies, “I hate you too.”

The moment your lips met his again, everything else disappeared. The anger, the history between you two—none of it mattered anymore. All that existed was the heat of his kiss, the way his body pressed against yours with a desperation you couldn’t ignore.

Your breath hitched, and you tried to push him away, but your body was betraying you. Every part of you was drawn to him—his touch, his scent, the way he made you feel as if you were on fire. You hated him. You did. But your body responded in a way you couldn’t control.

Kenan’s hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer, and the roughness of his touch only made it harder to fight. He growled against your lips, his voice thick with something primal. “Stop fighting this.”

You didn’t know if you wanted to slap him or kiss him harder, but before you could even process what was happening, he lifted you easily, pressing your body against the wall. His lips moved to your neck, leaving a trail of heat and tension that made you gasp. You didn’t want this. Didn’t want him. But in that moment, the way he touched you, the way he made you feel, everything else was drowned out.

You found yourself tugging at his shirt, pulling it over his head, desperate to feel his skin against yours. The heat between you was undeniable, and even though your mind screamed at you to stop, your body refused to listen.

Your heart raced as your hands explored his chest, the hardness of his body under your fingertips sending jolts of electricity through you. “Don’t stop,” you whispered breathlessly, the words escaping before you could stop them.

Kenan smirked, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered back, “I don’t plan to.”

And just like that, you gave in—lost in the overwhelming pull of desire. Without another word, your lips meet again in a desperate search of finding warmth; a body to belong to even if its just for a night.

There was no chiara, no nicolo and no anyone else just the bittersweet revenge after all those years.

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[cloudybarnes]

Secret Admirer

Pairing: slytherin boys x reader

Summary: you never get mail in the morning, not until one day you receive a letter from an anonymous sender, a secret admirer. From that day forward, you’ve been getting letters, poems, and cute little notes each morning at breakfast. His words were sweet, and as you began to fall for them, your quest of figuring out who sent them only grew.

Word Count: 4.1k+

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note: trying something new! basically I dont wanna spoil who her secret admirer is, so I’m gonna call it slytherin boys x reader hehe guess you’ll have to read til the end to see who sent her the letters ;)

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“Theodore Nott, I’m gonna kick your sorry ass!” You shouted. 

You reached across the table in the great hall where Theo sat directly in front of you. He had stolen all of the bacon off of your breakfast plate and refused to give it up. Mornings were always quite hectic at the slytherin table, but this was downright unacceptable.

“Nope,” he smirked as he popped a piece into his mouth, “they were all out when I went up for breakfast. This bacon is mine now, sweetheart.”

You huffed, and sat back down in your seat. “You’re ridiculous. If you weren’t so damn late all the time, maybe you would have had some bacon of your own.”

“Here (Y/N),” Enzo smiled from his seat right next to you. “You can have some of my bacon.” He picked the best looking pieces and put them on your plate. 

“Aw, Enzo!” You grinned as you picked a piece up and ate it happily. “This is why you're my best friend.”

“Hey!” Pansy shouted from the other side of you. “Thought I was your best friend.”

“You didn’t give up a piece of bacon for her,” Draco smirked, “you’ve been demoted.”

Mattheo gruffed. “Enzo, you’re kind of mean, you know that? (Y/N) complains she’s all out of bacon and you jump to give her a piece, but when I say I need someone to do my charms homework for me, you don’t even try to lift a finger.”

“Mattheo, how many times do I have to tell you,” Enzo said, “I’m never gonna do your homework. And it’s not fair to compare that to giving up a piece of bacon! I don't even like bacon all that much!”

“Dude!” Blaise gasped from next to Draco, “if you don’t like bacon you should have passed that down this way a long time ago.”

Pansy scoffed and shook her head. “I’m surrounded by idiots.”

“Hey,” you whined as you ate another piece of bacon, “I’m the least idiot of the bunch, right Pans?”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, (Y/N/N).”

You grinned, about to rebuttal when the morning owl dropped an envelope in front of you.

“What’s this?” You questioned as you picked it up. 

“Uh, I think it’s quite obviously a letter, (Y/N/N).” Mattheo said as he stuffed his mouth full of bacon. “And, to think, you were trying to say you’re the least idiot of us.” He laughed.

“Oi,” Theo knocked his shoulder against Mattheo’s. “Leave her be. I’ve never seen her get a letter before, I’m curious.”

Draco shifted slightly in his seat. “Who’s it from, (Y/N/N)?”

“Nevermind who it’s from,” Blaise chuckled, “I wanna know what it says.”

“Why would you wanna know what it says and not know who it’s from?” Enzo asked, “That's like half the fun.”

You shrugged as you tore open the envelope. Opening the folds of the letter, your cheeks started to warm as you read what was inside. 

“What is it?” Pansy asked as she leaned closer, trying to catch a glimpse. 

“It says, uh,” you cleared your throat, a little bit flustered. “It says ‘people love to stare up at the stars, glimmering as they might in the night sky, yet everyone is too scared to enjoy the beauty that is the sun. you are my sun, and I would willingly go blind to catch even just a glimpse of you each day.’”

You friends all stared at you in shock. Draco, Blaise and Mattheo had their mouths hung open in shock. Enzo blushed a little bit, Theo had his eyebrows raised like he appreciated the words written on the page, and Pansy all but squealed as you read the letter. 

“Oh my god, I think I’m going to combust,” Pansy swooned. 

“Who’s it from?” Theo asked.

You shrugged, “I don’t know.” You flipped the letter to the back to see if it was signed at all. “It’s only signed with a heart.”

“That is so romantic!” Pansy squealed as she clasped her hands around your arm. “Our sweet (Y/N) has a secret admirer!”

“Wonder who it could be,” Draco said as he flicked his fingers in motion to hand him the letter. 

You complied, and passed the note to him. 

“I don’t know,” he said as he flipped it all around. “The handwriting sort of looks familiar.”

“Maybe it’s someone you know?” Theo suggested as he grabbed the letter from Draco’s hands. He took it upon himself to check it out a time or two before passing it to Mattheo’s eager grasp.

“I think it’s kind of funny,” Mattheo chuckled. “What if it’s some first year trying to make their move on you?”

You shuttered. “Merlin, I sure hope not. I honestly don’t think a first year would be able to write something so beautiful.”

“Yeah, no way,” Pansy shook her head. “Mattheo, you’re just jealous you weren’t the one who sent (Y/N) this letter. Maybe she’d give you a chance if you did something romantic, or just not annoying for once.”

“First,” Mattheo said, “ouch. Second, who says I’m not the one who wrote (Y/N) this love letter?”

“Mattheo, you wouldn’t know romance if it hit you with a ten foot pole.” Pansy said. 

“Hey!” Mattheo complained. “Someone tell her I’m romantic.”

“Hell no,” Draco scoffed. “You’re ‘bout as romantic as bloody boil, mate.” 

You laughed as Mattheo scrunched his face up. The bells chimed signaling the end of breakfast and the start of first class. 

“I’m not too worried about it,” you said as you stood and started packing your stuff up. “It’s just a little letter. No harm in it.”

“But you don’t want to know who sent it?” Pansy asked as she grabbed her belongings as well. 

You shrugged, “I don’t know yet. I’m not silly enough to expect something to come from this; it’s just a note. It could be a prank for all we know.” 

“No one who writes like that is doing it as a prank,” Theo remarked. 

“Well, still, whatever the reason may be, I’m not gonna go out looking for this person. No matter how sweet the words are.” You smiled, “I’m gonna head to class, bye guys.”

On your way to class, you couldn’t help but recite the words written in the letter. They had made your heart flutter, as stupid as that sounds. You slightly resented the way it made you feel as it was only a few measly words on paper, but the romantic part of you couldn’t help but want to know who was behind them. 

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In your last class of the day, you finally were able to see your good friend Luna Lovegood. You had been waiting all morning to have class with her so you can inform her of the letter you received that morning. 

“And it was just so poetic, Luna. No one has ever said anything like that about me before.”

She smiled at you as you mindlessly drew on your assignment. “I think it sounds quite lovely. Do you have any idea who it may be from?”

You shook your head. “No idea. I don’t even think I know anyone who writes, well, anything.” 

“What about that boy Enzo you always hang out with?” Luna suggested. “I’ve got him in my literature class, he’s very talented.”

You thought to yourself for a second. Could it be possible Enzo was your secret admirer? You’d been friends for so long, and he’d always be especially kind to you.

Well, he’s especially kind to everyone, now that you think about it. 

“I don’t know,” you honestly replied. “I guess I just never would have expected it to be one of my friends, let alone Enzo.”

“I wouldn’t rule out your group of friends,” Luna said with a smile, “it could really be any one of them.” 

“You think so?” 

“Well, maybe not all of them, but I think it could be a good place to start if you were wanting to figure out who it is.”

As you pondered over Luna’s words, Slughorn made it a point to reiterate there was no talking allowed during the assignment. 

You rolled your eyes and got back to work, waiting for this class to be over so you could finally figure out who wrote you the letter. 

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Back in the common room you saw Pansy, Draco, and Enzo sitting on the couches. 

“Hey, (Y/N/N)!” Pansy smiled as she scooted over and patted the spot next to her. “Find out anything new about your secret admirer?”

You smiled with a roll of your eyes as you sat with her. You kicked your shoes off and folded your legs under your body. “No, but I think I’ve got an idea brewing of how to find them.”

“Oh,” Draco smirked from the couch across from you. He folded his arms over his chest, “do tell, (Y/N), I’m very curious to see who it could be.” 

You shook your head, teasingly, “not a chance, Malfoy. I’m not giving up my secrets til I get to the bottom of this thing.” 

Draco raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, doll, if you wanna be secretive about your already secret admirer, I respect it.”

Enzo shifted in his seat a little uncomfortably. “It’s kind of strange though that they went out of their way to write something to you but kept it a secret. It just makes me a little apprehensive.”

“Oh, chill out, scaredy cat,” Pansy said. “(Y/N) will be fine, and if it’s someone weird at least she’s got us to look out for her.”

You grinned and wrapped your arms around Pansy’s neck. “Quit getting all sweet on me, Pans.”

She chuckled and playfully pushed you away. “Yeah, yeah. I’m not getting sweet, don’t get it twisted.”

You chuckled. “I think I’m gonna head up, got lots of scheming to get to,” you teased with a wiggle of your eyebrows. 

You stood up from the couch and Pansy stood with you. “Farewell, boys, it’s been awful as usual.” She said with a smirk. 

“Thank Salazar you’re leaving,” Draco said to her. “Your presence was such a nuisance.” 

Pansy snarled at him and dramatically turned away to head up the stairs. You and Enzo shared a short laugh before you followed her up the stairs to your shared bedroom. 

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The next morning, you were last to the dining hall for breakfast. 

“Finally, she makes it,” Mattheo called out before taking a swig of his orange juice. 

You huff and settle into your seat between Enzo and Pansy. “I know, I overslept something horrible this morning.”

Since you were so late, the kitchen staff had already stopped serving breakfast meaning you were going without this morning. 

Theo glanced at you from across the table and pushed his plate towards you. “Here,” he said, “take anything you want.”

You looked down at saw scrambled eggs, french toast, and sausage links on his plate. 

“Really?” You grinned as you grabbed a sausage link from his plate. 

Theo nodded, “yeah, can’t have you go without eating. Lord only knows what a monster you can be without food.” He teased with a small smirk. 

You crinkled your nose up at his and grabbed a piece of french toast as well. “I’m gonna let that slide since you were nice enough to give up your breakfast. Don’t make me regret my kindness.”

Theo chuckled and pulled his plate back to him, glancing up at you before delving back into his plate. 

Mattheo tried to reach his hand over to Theo’s plate but was met with a slap on the wrist. 

“Ow!” Mattheo said as he cradled his wrist in fake hurt. “Theo, how could you? I thought we had something special.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “You got more food on your plate then the rest of us combined. I think you’ll be alright.”

You chuckled, but a thought crept into your mind. “Hey, guys, uh, did the post come today?” You asked. 

Draco raised his eyebrow with a smirk. “Waiting for another letter, are we?”

Your face burned as you shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know. I kinda wanna get to the bottom of who it is.” 

“You’ll find ‘em, (Y/N/N),” Pansy said, “even if I have to interrogate everyone we know. We’ll get down to the bottom of it.” 

Just as she said that, the morning owl came swooping down towards you and dropped a small slip of paper in front of you. 

Draco smirked, “Looks like someone really wants your attention, (Y/N/N).”

You tried to hold back your smile as you unfolded the small post it note. 

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you read out to them, “'I love to see you smile, especially when you’re smiling at me.’ Aw, that’s kind of sweet, actually.”

“Don’t tell me you’re starting to get sweet for this mystery man,” Blaise interrupts. 

You shrug as you fold the note back up. “I don’t know, it is pretty sweet, no? And this must mean it’s someone I know personally because they said I smile at them.”

“Oh Godric,” Mattheo grinned, “you’ve fallen for a mystery man.”

“No I haven’t!” You protest. “I just think it’s sweet and now I know it’s someone I’m friends with and not some creepy first year.” 

“Wait,” Theo said, “how do you know it’s someone you’re friends with?”

“Because it says I smile at them,” you said obviously. “Who else do I smile at?”

“(Y/N), I hate to break it to you,” Pansy said as she placed a hand on your shoulder, “but you’re the most smiley slytherin I’ve ever met.”

You shrugged off her hand with a fake glare. “Hey! Give me some credit, I can be bad sometimes.”

Enzo chuckled, this is the first time he spoke all conversation. “You’re too sweet to be bad, (Y/N/N).”

You grinned and playfully bumped your shoulder against his. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I just know it’s someone I know. I can feel it. It’s not some random person, it can’t be.” 

The bell rang, signaling the end of breakfast. You and your friends stood up to leave. You couldn’t help but think about the notes you received, pondering on who it could possibly be. 

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“Post is running late this morning,” Draco noted as the clock struck 8:26 with no sight of the morning owl. 

You were a tad disappointed. You had pondered all day yesterday about who it could be. You’ve narrowed it down quite a bit, and you think Luna may be on to something. While you don’t exactly think for sure that it’s Enzo, you do think you’ve narrowed it down to your group of close friends. 

You really just can’t see anyone else knowing you well enough to be this fascinated with you. The only one out of your friend group that you completely had ruled out is Blaise. 

Blaise was definitely out because out of the whole friend group, he was the least close with you. Frankly, you guys just don’t talk nearly as much as you talk to the rest of them. 

“Great,” Mattheo gruffed, “how will I be entertained this morning without (Y/N)‘s secret stalker and his confession of love.”

Okay, maybe Mattheo was out too. 

“Oi,” Theo piped up. “Don’t knock it too hard, (Y/N) seems to be enjoying herself with the letters.” 

You blushed a little as you shrugged. “I don’t want to seem weird by how invested I am in it, but I just think it’s sweet. No one’s ever really expressed this kind of feeling for me, so… you know,” you shrugged awkwardly, your face definitely beet red by now. 

“Well I for one am extremely invested in this,” Pansy said. “I’m lowkey jealous that I’m not the one with a secret admirer. What I wouldn’t give for someone to think of me that way.” 

“Maybe someday someone will like you, Pansy,” Enzo said reassuringly. 

“We might all be dead by the time that happens, but who knows, it might happen,” Mattheo said. 

Pansy gasped with a glare. “Wow what crawled up your ass this morning?”

Mattheo shrugged and focused his attention back to his breakfast plate. 

“Anyway,” Draco said, “I’m intrigued as well. I think I’ve got an idea who it could be, but I'm not quite positive.” 

You parked up at that. “Really? Who’s your guess?”

Draco smirked, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He teased. 

You glared at him, “Malfoy, if you know who it is you better spill.”

“I’m not saying I know who it is, I’m just saying I have a hunch at who it may be.”

“Oh!” Enzo exclaims as he points up in the air, “here comes the owl.”

You grin in anticipation as the owl drops a little note down in front of you. It was a larger note than yesterday, but this time it didn’t have something sweet written on it. 

It had a clue. 

“It just says ‘being your friend is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, though I’d be lying if I said i didn’t want to be more.’” You read. 

“So it is one of you!” Pansy shouted as she pointed her finger towards everyone at the table. 

Draco smirked, “that was my hunch. ‘Had a feeling it was one of these blokes.”

“And who says it’s not you, Malfoy?” Mattheo questioned with a raise of his brow. 

“Please,” Draco scoffed, “if I wanted to woo (Y/N) she’d be mine by now.” 

“Oh big talk from down that end,” Pansy rolled her eyes. 

“I could get anyone I want,” Draco puffed his chest. “I don’t need to be anonymous to do so.” 

“Hey, don’t hate on my letters, Draco.” You complained. “Least they got the balls to say something.” 

“Barely counts as having balls when they won’t even say who they are.” Mattheo countered. 

You huffed as your table fell into somewhat of a silence. Conversations picked up without you as your thoughts trailed off. 

Theo had been extremely quiet this entire time. While he was never the chatter bug, it was odd having gone almost the entire breakfast without hearing from him. 

As everyone else was engaged in conversation, you stared at the boy sitting across from you. His head was down as he played with his breakfast, pushing it around with his fork. 

You lightly kicked his leg under the table. 

Theo’s head perked up. His eyes stared into yours, and for a moment, you couldn’t remember what you wanted to say to the boy. 

His eyebrow raised in question as a small smirk glazed his lips. 

You blushed a little. “I-uh just wanted to see if you were alright. You didn’t really say too much the whole time we’ve been here.”

Theo shrugged as his smile dropped. “yeah, just don’t got too much input.” 

Your heart swelled. You really had turned each morning to revolve around you and your secret pen pal. 

“Sorry, Theo. I didn't mean to annoy you with all my talk of the letters.”

He shook his head. “You could never annoy me, doll.” 

Your heart beat like crazy. 

“Still, though, I feel bad about how much I’ve put into this. Let’s talk about something else.” You offered, “how’s class going?”

Theo chuckled and ran a hand through his tousled hair. “Shit. I’m drowning in assignments and got two quizzes coming up that I’m just not ready for.” 

The bell rang. 

Theo groaned. “Got one next class. I think I might skip, though. Give myself some more time to prepare for it.”

As everyone started walking out of the dining hall, you grabbed Theo’s arm and pulled him back. 

His eyes widened slightly, but quickly reverted back to normal. 

“Maybe I‘ll skip with you,” you said, “if you’ll have me, that is. I can help you study. What class is it?”

Theo hesitated. “It’s, uh, herbology. ‘m not very good with plants and all that.”

You grinned, “I can help! I’m not too bad with flowers and plants.”

Theo nodded, “yeah, I could really use the help.”

“Okay, you wanna go to the library then?”

Theo shook his head. “I’ve got a good spot. Come on.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you with him. 

You followed him all the way out to the courtyard towards the opposite end of the school. You walked until you reach a large bench with intricate designs on the backing and arm rests. 

Theo took a seat. “Figured this would be good as any. Least now we can look at some plants up close, eh?”

You chuckled and took a seat next to him. “Yeah, sounds great, Theo. You got your textbook?”

He nodded and dug through his bag to pull it out. Once he handed it to you, you started flipping through the pages to get to the important material. 

“I’ve got the herbology exam 4th period, so I can help you study and it’ll help me study too! Win, win.”

Theo grinned and ran a hand through his hair. “Sounds good, doll.”

Your cheeks blushed. You couldn’t help the smile that graced your face. “I like when you call me doll.”

Your smile dropped. “Oh, geez, I did not mean to say that out loud.”

Theo’s face remained blank. That just made you more nervous. 

“Great, now I’ve weirded you out.” You exasperated. “I’m really sorry, Theo, I didn’t mean to-“

“I’m not weirded out, doll.” He cut you off. “Was just a little stunned is all. Didn’t expect you to say something like that.”

You thought your face couldn’t get any hotter than it already was, but somehow it did. 

“Well, still,” you mumbled as you looked down at the textbook again, “sorry.”

Theo sat for a minute, watching as you flipped through the book. Your eyebrows furrowed a little in aggravation. You were annoyed at yourself for how stupid you were being. It was Theo for Salazar sake. 

Though, you couldn’t help but admire the boy. He was gorgeous, for one, but he was also charming and witty. He was sweet and generous. You couldn’t deny you were attracted to him, but you had never thought he would see you in the same light. 

“(Y/N)?” Theo called. 

You looked up into his eyes. 

Theo stared at you, taking in each one of your features. Your eyes, your lips, your nose. You shifted a little, way too aware of his gaze on you. 

“Theo?” You called back. His gaze shifted back to your eyes. 

Before you could say anything, he softly spoke, “I’m the one sending you those letters, (Y/N/N).” 

You stared at him in shock. 

No way. 

“Y-you’re the one who wrote me the letters?” 

He slowly nodded his head. Theo’s lip was drawn in between his teeth. “Is, uh, are you disappointed?”

“What?” you exclaimed. 

He shrugged, “I mean, you just really seemed to like the letters, and I know you wanted to know who it was, so I just hope I haven’t disappointed you in the revelation.”

You shook your head. “Actually, it’s quite the opposite.”

Theo’s head shot up to look at you. “Really?”

You smiled and nodded. “Mhm, I like you Theo. I have for a while now, actually, I just thought you’d never give a chance.”

He laughed. “You thought I’d never give you a chance? I thought you’d never give me a chance.”

You laughed loudly together. When it finally subsided to quiet chuckles, you said,  “I really like you, Theo.”

Theo’s smile grew. In a quick moment, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. 

You gasped against his lips, and wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back. His textbook fell off your lap as he pulled you closer by the waist. 

You kissed him until you couldn’t kiss anymore. Finally pulling back, Theo’s grin was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, even with his lips a little puffy from your kiss. 

“I really like you, Theodore.”

He grinned, “I really like you, more (Y/N).”

[moonstruckme]

hi! i just read your drabble with remus fixing the readers attitude and i was wondering if you could do the same with sirius? i really loved your other one and seen you were trying to take requests for sirius.

i hope you have a wonderful day!!

Thanks for requesting, hope you have a lovely day as well <3

cw: d/s dynamics, reader has hair troubles and uses products + tries running fingers through it so it's long enough for that

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 991 words

Sirius can hear you fuming from outside the bathroom. Heavy breaths and drawers being shut too harshly and the occasional, frustrated grunt. If it wouldn’t be such a betrayal of you, he’d take a video so Remus can see what he’s like while he’s transforming during a full moon. 

“What’s going on in there, gorgeous?” he asks from the bed. 

Your reply is nearly a growl. “Nothing.” 

“Mm. Yeah, sounds like nothing.” Sirius gets up, going to the bathroom and nudging the door open. He leans against the doorframe as you scowl at yourself in the mirror, wringing product into your hair like you half hope it just tears off. “What’s got you so wound up?”

“Nothing.”

He tuts. “Not any more convincing the second time. Try again.” 

You’re pointedly not looking at him, but Sirius notices that your scowl intensifies. “My hair is being fucking unbearable.” 

Sirius opens his mouth, but you cut him off. 

“And I don’t want to hear that it always looks good, or that you think I look nice no matter what, or any of that bullshit, okay?” 

“That’s unfortunate. I’m sorry, sweetness, but I’m not going to start lying to you. Your hair is perfect, and you do always look—”

Your eyes bore into your own reflection, sharp and wrathful. “Don’t.” 

Sirius’ eyebrows lift. “I’m sorry, don’t? Don’t compliment my girlfriend, or don’t be honest?” 

“Either. I know you’re full of shit, because it looks insane right now, but even if you have miraculously gone blind since this morning, Lily and Alice will be there, and they know what hair should look like when it’s not being so—so—” 

“Alright.” Sirius is beginning to grow amused with you. You’re so ridiculous when you’re upset, brash and squinty-eyed and cute. “Save yourself the exertion of finishing that sentence gorgeous. Take a breath.” 

“I don’t want to breathe!”

“And yet, we all have to anyway.” 

“God, Sirius, fuck off!” You finally lock eyes with him in the mirror, positively fuming. “I knew you wouldn’t get it. I’m trying to look nice for your friends, and you’re making fun of me! If my hair would just—fucking—” You appear to give up on the product, your attention returning to your hair as you begin dragging your fingers through it mercilessly. “—do what I tell it to, maybe then I’d fucking breathe, but instead it’s basically unsalvageable, and—”

“Oi.” Sirius’ humor at the situation has vanished. By the time you think to look at him he has both your hands in his, restrained from doing further damage to yourself. “No. If you’re going to be like this about going to Frank and Alice’s, we won’t go. So is that it, or can you be good?” 

Sirius uses the sharp tone he knows you’ll respond to, but really he isn’t angry. He only wants to give you pause. And oh, it’s so sweet to watch the brattiness leave your eyes. The terse pucker of your mouth softens to an almost imperceptible pout, your whole demeanor shifting in an instant. 

He takes both your wrists in one hand. With the other, Sirius cups the side of your throat, fingers curled around your nape and thumb rubbing against your erratic pulse. 

“I need an answer,” he says. 

“Yes,” you say, and your voice is soft, like the sharp edge from a minute ago has been bitten off. “I can.” 

“Good.” Sirius allows his tone to gentle some, though he keeps his firm grip on your wrists. “Then you have to relax, baby. Breathe.” 

This time, you do as you’re told. It works as he knew it would, your shoulders drooping after the long exhale like the last of the fight has finally gone out of you.

“Thank you.” He touches his lips briefly to the center of your forehead, pretending not to notice how you sway towards him for more. “Now, do you still want to go to Frank and Alice’s tonight?” 

You open your mouth, but this time it’s Sirius who stops you. 

“Wait. Really think about it. Are you going to enjoy yourself, or are you going to spend the whole time feeling weird about your hair?” 

You hesitate, rubbing your lips together. Sirius strokes his thumb down the line of your throat approvingly. 

“I still think I want to go,” you say after a few moments. 

“Okay.” Sirius nods. “Then you’re going to let me braid your hair for you. You’ll look just as lovely and perfect as you do now, but you won’t be able to mess with it any more. Does that sound alright to you?” 

Your relief is palpable. You let out a breath, eyes growing suspiciously bright. “Yeah. That would be great, thank you.” 

“Okay, come here.” Sirius releases your neck and wrists to wrap his arms around you. He presses his lips to your lovely, perfect hair while you curl your hands in his shirt as if to keep him from slipping away. Like Sirius would ever want to. “Shh. You’re fine, baby. Ease up.” 

“I’m sorry for snapping at you,” you mumble against his front. 

“Yeah, I’ll bet. You did it more than once, if I recall.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“I know.” He laughs a little, hugging you tighter. “It’s okay. You get a hair insanity pass, just this once. Let’s have a good night, okay?” 

You let out another sigh. Sirius rubs your back reflexively. “Yes, please.” 

“M’kay. Let’s go.” He starts ushering you towards the bed, grabbing a couple of hair ties on his way out of the bathroom. “We’re done with the mirror for today. And no yelling at me while I do your hair, got it?” 

You try on a coy smile; it’s small, but Sirius respects the effort. “I could never yell at you.” 

“Uh huh. I may forgive, but I don’t forget that easily, sweetness. Try it again and we’ll be staying home to deal with that attitude of yours.”

[sunshinesfreckless]

Technical Difficulties

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Summary: Breaking your laptop is annoying enough—but it gets a little more fun when the guy fixing it for free turns out to be ridiculously hot.

Warnings: Backshots by Felix, No panties for Felix, Orgasm with Felix

Pairing: NonIdol!Felix x Fem!Reader

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“FUCK.” Y/N smacked the back of her laptop, her frustration echoing through the lecture hall. Every head in the room turned toward her. She shrank under the weight of their stares. “Sorry.”

Seungmin, her best friend since forever, sighed beside her. “Y/N, you need to get that thing fixed. Duct-taping your battery isn’t a long-term solution.”

She groaned, slumping against the desk. “Yeah? Well, I don’t exactly have the money to fix it.”

Seungmin rubbed his temples like he was debating whether to strangle her or help. “Okay, listen. I have a friend—same campus, studies choreography. He fixes laptops in his free time.”

Y/N perked up. “How much?”

“For me? Nothing. So if I go with you, he might make an exception.”

She exhaled in relief. “Seungmin, I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go before that thing explodes in your hands.”

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With her tote bag slung over her shoulder, Y/N walked beside Seungmin across campus. The Australian sun was merciless today, heat clinging to her skin even though she was wearing a light summer dress. She could already feel sweat forming at the nape of her neck.

Seungmin cut through the park, heading straight for the big tree where a group of guys usually gathered. Y/N never paid them much attention—she didn’t care for most people on campus.

But then he spoke.

“Hey, guys.”

Y/N barely registered the greeting because—holy shit—she knew him. Well, not personally. But Hyunjin was practically a campus legend. Every girl she met wouldn’t shut up about him. So beautiful. So romantic. So sweet. So dreamy. She had rolled her eyes at it a million times.

And there he was, lowering his sketchbook, black curtain bangs shielding his eyes from the sun like he was straight out of a damn movie.

But next to him?

Yeah. That’s where things got interesting.

Y/N suddenly cared a whole lot more about Seungmin’s friends.

She had heard Felix’s name before, but good God, she had not been prepared for this. His blonde hair was tied back, a few strands falling artfully into his absurdly beautiful sculpted face. She could see the outline of his toned arms beneath his white tank top, the sun casting a golden glow on his tan skin.

He glanced up at Seungmin with a lazy smile.

“Seungmin, hey.”

And just like that, Y/N’s laptop was no longer her biggest problem.

Felix’ eyes landed on her. „And hey, you.“

Y/N felt heat rush to her face. “Hi.”

Felix’s smile widened instantly.

Seungmin got straight to the point. „She’s got a broken laptop for you to fix. Think you can do it?“

„Sure.“ Felix shot Y/N another reassuring smile. „What’s the problem?“

She hesitated, glancing at Seungmin, who gave her a look—a silent just answer him already. Scrambling, she reached into her tote bag and pulled out the laptop.

Hyunjin, who had been watching silently, blinked. „Jeez, just put it to rest, girl.“

Felix chuckled as he took the laptop from her hands. „Why did you duct tape the battery?“

Y/N shifted awkwardly. „No money for repairs,“ she mumbled, suddenly embarrassed.

Felix hummed, examining the damage. „Yeah… I get that. I’ll fix it this week. You can pick it up on Saturday from my place.“ He glanced up at her. „Not really a fan of making ladies come to me by themselves, but my schedule is packed this weekend.“

„Oh, no! Don’t worry, it’s totally fine! I’ll pick it up!“ she blurted out quickly.

Felix turned to Seungmin with an amused smirk. „Your girlfriend?“

Seungmin made a face. „Thank god, no. We just grew up together.“

Felix nodded, then looked at Y/N again, his voice softer this time. „Don’t worry about the money. I’ll do it for free.“

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Y/N took a deep breath as she stood in front of his House door, adjusting the strap of her tote bag. She wasn’t sure why she was nervous. It was just Felix. Just the hot guy she barely knew who had offered to fix her laptop for free. No big deal.

She knocked twice.

The door swung open almost immediately, revealing Felix in nothing but sweatpants, his toned upper body on full display. His damp blonde hair suggested he had just showered, and Y/N had to make a conscious effort to keep her eyes on his face.

“Hey,” he greeted with a lazy grin, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey,” she replied, clearing her throat. “I, uh… came to get my laptop.”

Felix smirked, tilting his head. “Yeah, I figured. Come in.”

She stepped inside, the scent of his cologne mixed with something warm and sweet—vanilla? Cookies? Her stomach growled in betrayal, and Felix chuckled.

“Did you eat today?”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, watching as he walked over to his desk. Her eyes involuntarily traced the muscles in his back before she forced herself to look away.

Felix picked up her laptop, holding it out to her. “All fixed. Should last you a while now.”

She reached for it, but he didn’t let go immediately. Their fingers brushed, and Y/N felt a jolt of something—anticipation?

“Careful with it this time,” Felix murmured, his voice lower than before.

Y/N swallowed. “Yeah. Sure. Thanks.”

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“YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BREAK IT AGAIN!” Seungmin practically shouted, his voice echoing through the hallway.

Y/N clutched her laptop to her chest, guilt flashing across her face for a split second before she stubbornly lifted her chin. “HOW ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO TALK TO HIM AGAIN?!”

Seungmin stared at her like she had just confessed to arson. “Are you serious? You’re seriously considering destroying your laptop just so you have an excuse to see Felix again?”

“Apparently!”

Seungmin dragged a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. “Y/N, I beg you—just go up to him. He’s literally the nicest guy on this entire campus.”

Y/N groaned dramatically, leaning against the wall like the weight of her feelings was physically crushing her. “Seungmin, I love you, but no. He might be nice and very kind and very friendly—”

“Yeah, it’s Sunshine Felix we’re talking about,” Seungmin deadpanned, folding his arms.

“BUT I CAN’T JUST DO THAT!” Y/N wailed. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, I know you did me a huge favor for free, but I think I left my dignity at your house and was hoping I could come pick it up?’”

Seungmin rolled his eyes. “I dunno, maybe something normal like ‘Hey, Felix, how’s it going?’”

Y/N looked at him, completely unimpressed.

“You clearly don’t understand how unhinged my feelings are right now,” she said, voice completely serious. “I am literally one intrusive thought away from throwing my laptop off the balcony just to recreate our meet-cute.”

Seungmin groaned. “I hate you.”

“And yet,” Y/N smirked, “you’re still gonna help me.”

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The next day, Y/N found herself once again marching across campus with Seungmin, her laptop clutched in her arms like a newborn.

“You cannot be serious,” Seungmin muttered beside her.

Y/N lifted her chin. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You do know what I mean.” He gestured at the laptop. “You just got that thing back. Yesterday. And now, what? It magically broke again?”

Y/N cleared her throat. “Technology is fragile.”

Seungmin groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Y/N, I swear to God—”

Before he could finish, they arrived at the big tree where Hyunjin and Felix were lounging as usual. Hyunjin had his sketchbook open, absentmindedly twirling a pencil, while Felix leaned back against the trunk, scrolling on his phone.

Seungmin sighed like he was about to walk her down the aisle. “Here we go again.”

“Hey, guys,” he called.

Felix looked up, and the second his gaze landed on Y/N, his lips curled into an amused smile.

“No way,” he said, sitting up straighter. His eyes flickered to the laptop in her arms. “Already?”

Y/N’s breath hitched. Oh god, he was so hot. And now he was laughing at her.

She forced herself to act normal. “I—um—it’s not what it looks like.”

Felix raised an eyebrow. “It looks like you broke it again.”

Y/N huffed. “Well, I didn’t—it just… stopped working.”

Felix leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “Mhm. And how exactly did it ‘just stop working’?”

Y/N avoided his eyes. “It just happened.”

Felix chuckled, clearly entertained. “Alright, let’s see it.”

She handed it over, and their fingers just barely brushed. Y/N tried not to react, but her entire body was hyper-aware of the fleeting touch. Felix smirked like he knew.

He turned the laptop over, inspecting it. “You sure you’re not doing this on purpose?”

“What?!” Y/N squeaked. “Of course not! That would be insane!”

Felix grinned. “Mhm. If you say so.”

Y/N felt like she was about to explode on the spot. Meanwhile, Seungmin looked like he wanted to fling himself into the nearest bush.

“Just tell me when it’s fixed,” she mumbled.

Felix tapped his fingers against the laptop. “Thursday?”

Y/N nodded quickly. “Thursday.”

And with that, she turned on her heel and walked off, dragging Seungmin with her before she could embarrass herself any further.

Once they were out of earshot, she exhaled sharply. Then, with complete determination, she said, “I’m picking it up without underwear.”

Seungmin choked on his own breath, nearly tripping over his own feet. “WHAT?!”

Y/N didn’t waver. “You heard me.”

He stared at her, absolutely horrified. “You’re beyond saving.”

She just smiled.

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Y/N thought she had the guts. She really did.

But now, standing in front of Felix’s family home again—this expensive, ridiculously pretty house that somehow made her feel even smaller—she chickened out. Underwear very much on.

Felix leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking just as unfairly attractive as always. His eyes flickered down to the laptop in her hands before meeting hers again, amusement dancing in them.

“So,” he said, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips, “you planning on actually keeping it alive this time?”

Y/N felt her face heat up. “I—it wasn’t my fault.”

Felix chuckled. “Mhm. Sure.”

Y/N turned around and almost sprinted back home.

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Well… she couldn’t break it again, right? But she could pretend to struggle with a software issue… yes… that was perfect.

The next day, when she asked Seungmin to go with her to Felix again, he looked like he was about to commit a crime.

“Y/N,” he deadpanned. “I swear to God—”

“Please, Seungmin. Just one more time.”

“One more time? That’s what you said the two times before!”

But despite all his complaints, he still found himself walking the same damn path across campus for the third time. When they reached Felix and Hyunjin again, Seungmin muttered, “I can’t believe this.”

Felix looked up from his own laptop, instantly breaking into a smile. “Don’t tell me you broke it again.”

Y/N shook her head way too fast. “No! No, I just— I need your help with a program. I can’t figure it out, and since you’re good with tech—”

“Sure, pretty,” Felix interrupted smoothly.

Y/N went completely still. Her brain short-circuited. Did she hear that right? Pretty?

Hyunjin was already grinning like an idiot, exchanging a glance with Seungmin, who just rolled his eyes. “Oh, this is so painful to watch,” Hyunjin muttered under his breath.

Felix, completely oblivious to the way Y/N was struggling to breathe, checked the time on his phone. “I’m kinda busy today, but come over Friday evening. My family’s out, so it’ll be quieter.”

Y/N blinked at him. His house. Friday. Alone.

“Okay,” she breathed out before she could even think.

Felix grinned and handed her laptop back. “See you then, troublemaker.”

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She did it. She actually did it.

No panties.

Y/N took a slow breath as she stood in front of his house, smoothing down the ruffles of her white summer dress. Her heart pounded against her ribs, and the heat pooling in her stomach made it impossible to think straight.

The door swung open, and there he was.

Felix. His blonde hair slightly messy like he’d just run his hands through it. He wore a white tank top and denim jeans—dangerous on him. His toned arms were on full display, and the way the fabric clung to his torso had her pressing her thighs together instinctively.

She was so fucked.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice warm and effortless, like he hadn’t just sent her body into overdrive.

“Hi,” she answered, hoping he didn’t notice the slight shake in her voice.

“Come in.”

She stepped inside, and he closed the door behind her. His eyes flickered over her dress—the soft fabric, the delicate ruffles—before pointing toward his room.

“You know the way.”

She let out a nervous laugh and walked ahead, unaware of the way his eyes followed her every step.

Felix exhaled slowly, subtly adjusting the condom in his pocket so she wouldn’t see the outline through his jeans. Just in case. He had no idea if things would go that way tonight, but if she had any clue what she was doing to him right now…

He swallowed hard and followed her in.

She sat down in the chair he had placed next to his gaming setup, crossing her legs delicately. The movement made her dress shift slightly, revealing just a hint more of her thigh.

“You hungry? Want something to drink?” he asked, leaning against the desk.

“No, thank you,” she replied with a small smile.

He smiled back—slow, easy. And then he settled into his chair, pushing his setup aside to make space for her laptop.

“So,” he said, cracking his knuckles, “what’s the problem?”

“Well…” She leaned forward, typing in her password. “First, I don’t really understand how this software works…”

Felix nodded, but he wasn’t looking at the screen. His focus had caught on something else entirely—the soft swell of her cleavage as she leaned in. The absence of bra straps.

Fuck.

His jaw tightened slightly as he bit the inside of his cheek, dragging his gaze away before she could catch him staring. But his hands clenched over his thighs, the heat behind his navel spreading fast.

She knows exactly what she’s doing.

He really tried—tried to focus, tried to explain. But her perfume was clouding his head, and the fact that she was so close wasn’t helping.

And then, just like that, he shut the laptop.

Y/N blinked at him. “Uh…?”

Felix exhaled through his nose, leaning back in his chair, his fingers tapping against the desk. His eyes dragged over her, slow, appreciative.

“You really think I can focus on explaining when all I can think about is what’s under that pretty dress?” His voice was low—dangerous. Her breath hitched, heat shooting straight between her legs.

“Excuse me?” she managed, her face burning.

But she knew what he said. And worse? He was right. The trap had worked.

Felix tilted his head slightly, running his tongue over his lower lip. “You heard me.”

She sat back in the chair, suddenly feeling much smaller under his gaze.

He turned his chair to face her fully, his legs spreading just enough to make her pulse race. His hands rested lazily on the armrests, but there was nothing casual about the way he was looking at her now.

“C’mere, gorgeous,” he murmured.

Her breath came short.

She hesitated—only for a second—before slowly lifting one leg over his, then the other. She settled into his lap, straddling him. And that’s when Felix knew.

Knew she wasn’t playing around. Knew she meant to do this.

Because the moment she settled onto him, he could feel everything.

No barriers. No fabric. Just the scorching heat of her dripping core pressing against the rough denim of his jeans.

His grip tightened instinctively on her hips. A slow smirk spread across his lips as he dragged his hands up her back, pulling her in closer.

“You little vixen,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement.

Y/N swallowed hard, her hands gripping his shoulders.

“Are you telling me you really needed help with that software,” he teased, voice dropping an octave, “when you showed up here without any underwear?”

She had to giggle.

Felix grinned at her, shaking his head, amused and wrecked by her at the same time. But then—before she could overthink, before the teasing could stretch any longer—he pulled her closer, his hands gripping her waist with purpose, and crushed his lips against hers.

It was deep. Intense. The kind of kiss that sent her mind spiraling and left her breathless within seconds.

Y/N melted into him, her fingers curling around the fabric of his tank top. He was solid under her hands, all heat and strength, his chest rising and falling against hers as their lips moved together, messy and desperate.

She could feel his heartbeat thundering through him, or maybe it was hers. It didn’t matter.

His hands tightened at her waist, fingers pressing into the soft fabric of her dress like he was trying to memorize the feel of her. And then—fuck it—she went all in.

Her tongue met his, hot and hungry, sliding against his in a way that had him groaning low in his throat.

That sound. That deep, rumbling noise had something dark and needy twisting inside her.

Felix’s hands roamed up her back, his fingers running along the curve of her spine, then sliding down to cup her hips. He pulled her tighter against him, their bodies flush now, no space left between them.

His mouth moved against hers, lips parting, tongues meeting again, and it was sloppy—wet, reckless, desperate. She didn’t care. Neither did he.

His hands traced the hem of her dress, skimming along the bare skin of her thighs. She shivered, her body arching into him instinctively.

Y/N’s fingers threaded into his hair, tugging lightly, and Felix let out a sharp breath against her lips before tilting his head and deepening the kiss even further.

God, he tasted good. Like mint and something sweet, something entirely him. She was getting drunk on it, on him.

Felix pulled away for just a second—just long enough to catch his breath—and looked at her.

Her lips were swollen, slightly parted. Her chest rising and falling quickly. And her eyes—fuck, her eyes were hazy, full of something dark and wanting.

His hand came up, thumb running along her lower lip, smudging the wetness there.

“You’re trouble,” he murmured, voice rough.

Y/N smiled, her breath still shaky. “You like trouble.”

Felix huffed a laugh, then tilted her chin up, his mouth capturing hers again, hungrier this time.

She could feel how much he wanted her. The way his fingers dug into her hips, the way his chest pressed against hers like he wanted to be impossibly closer.

She moved against him, just slightly, and that was it. That was all it took for him to snap.

Felix groaned against her lips and stood up with her in his arms, gripping her thighs as he lifted her effortlessly.

Y/N gasped, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist.

His mouth found her neck, hot and open-mouthed, sucking lightly as he carried her across the room.

Then he sat down on the edge of his bed with her still in his lap, their bodies tangled together, their kisses turning even more feverish.

Y/N felt her head spin, her entire body buzzing. The heat, the tension—it was overwhelming, consuming, everything.

And as Felix’s hands started to roam again, his lips trailing down her jaw, she knew she was completely, utterly gone.

She looked out of his window, her breath still uneven. The view was breathtaking—golden sand stretching along the australian coast, the waves rolling gently under the soft evening light. The ocean breeze might have cooled her flushed skin if not for the real reason her body was burning.

Felix.

The boy with sun-kissed skin and a wicked smile, trailing kisses along her neck, hands gripping her waist like he never wanted to let go.

Life could be so unfairly beautiful.

She glanced down at him, and when he looked up at her, their eyes locked—electricity humming between them, He kissed her again, this time guiding her hips against him, making sure she felt everything.

A soft moan slipped past her lips.

The friction—the rough denim pressing right where she needed it—was almost too much. And him—hard and heavy against her—there was no mistaking how much he wanted this too.

Felix pulled back just enough to cup her chin, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to look at him. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, his voice rough and unwavering.

“Take my jeans off,” he murmured. “They’re ruined anyway.”

She nodded, slipping off his lap, her fingers trembling as she worked open his belt.

“Good girl.”

Heat rushed to her face. If she wasn’t already DRENCHED with need, she definitely was now.

He lifted his hips to help her slide his jeans down, kicking them aside. And then—God. Even through his boxers, she could see everything.

Y/N swallowed, her breath hitching as she pressed a kiss to the sharp cut of his hip. Then another, lower this time.

Felix’s jaw clenched.

She bit down on the waistband of his boxers, dragging them down with just her teeth before helping with her hands.

His breath caught.

Her eyes widened.

Fuck.

Every thought in her head evaporated. How was he so perfect? She felt lightheaded, her body thrumming with an almost painful desperation. She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel every inch of him against her tongue, wanted to—

Before she could act on it, Felix caught her chin again, forcing her gaze back to him. His thumb brushed her lips, a smirk playing at his own.

“As much as I’d love to watch you do that,” he murmured, voice dripping with something dark and wrecked, “I need to be inside you more.”

Oh.

She didn’t need to be told twice.

She climbed back onto his lap in an instant, and Felix wasted no time, pulling her into a kiss so deep it stole whatever air she had left.

Then he lifted her, turning, laying her down on the bed with an effortless strength that made her shiver.

Her dress was the next thing to go—torn from her body in one swift motion, tossed somewhere behind him. It landed over his gaming setup, covering his screen completely, but neither of them cared.

Not when he was looking at her like that.

She tugged at his tank top, eager to feel more of him. Felix pulled it over his head and tossed it aside, baring golden skin, freckles and sculpted muscles that tensed under her touch.

God. He really was unreal.

She pressed her lips to his again, a slow, deep kiss that sent heat rolling through her body. His hands slid down her waist, over her hips, before gripping her thighs, massaging the soft flesh as he spread them wider.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he murmured against her lips.

She let out a breathy chuckle. “Says you, you literal greek god.” no way she just said that out loud.

Felix laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “What??”

“Nothing—just—” She bit her lip. “Kiss me again, please.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Their lips met again, hungrier this time, heat pressing in on all sides. But just as Felix deepened the kiss, she pulled back slightly, breathless. “Condom.”

Felix exhaled sharply, then pushed himself up. Y/N sat up on her elbows, watching as he reached for his jeans.

Her gaze flicked down, and then—

“Oh, you can’t be serious,” she teased, eyes narrowing playfully. “And I’M the vixen? You literally had the condom prepared!”

Felix pulled it from his back pocket with an unapologetic smirk. “Yeah…?”

Her breath caught as she looked at him in the dim moonlight filtering through his window. The soft glow traced over every inch of his body—his toned chest, his small waist, the sharp lines of his hips. He looked like something carved out of marble, like a god out of an ancient myth, too perfect to be real.

And then her gaze dropped lower.

Oh.

Heat pooled between her thighs at the sight of him—thick, hard, so perfectly proportioned that her legs instinctively pressed together.

Felix climbed back onto the bed, settling between her thighs, the condom placed beside her as he ran his fingers up her inner thigh, teasingly close to where she needed him most. His lips found hers again, slower this time, more teasing than urgent. His fingers barely brushed over her clit, and she gasped against his mouth.

“You’re not a virgin, right?” he murmured, his voice low.

She shook her head slightly, heart hammering in her chest. No, she wasn’t. But her first time had been forgettable at best, disappointing at worst. She had never even come with that guy.

Felix’s fingers pressed more firmly now, circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. A soft whimper escaped her lips as her hips instinctively tilted up, chasing his touch.

“God, you’re so wet already,” he murmured, dragging his lips down to her jaw. “Can’t wait to fuck you.”

A sharp inhale hitched in her throat as he slipped two fingers inside her, the stretch making her walls flutter. His pace was perfect—just slow enough to tease, just deep enough to make her legs tremble.

She moaned against his lips, gripping the back of his neck and pulling him into another desperate kiss.

Felix groaned into her mouth, fingers curling just right, sending a shiver through her whole body. And then—he pulled them out.

A needy sound of protest left her, but before she could complain, he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean, eyes locked on hers the entire time.

Y/N’s breath stuttered.

Holy. Fuck.

Felix smirked at her expression, reaching for the condom with one hand while the other wrapped around himself, stroking slowly. He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth, sliding the condom over his length with practiced ease.

She swallowed hard, pulse racing as she let her legs fall open for him.

Felix leaned down again, one hand bracing beside her head, the other sliding up her thigh.

“You ready, gorgeous?”

“I guess I’ll have to keep breaking laptops in the future,” she whispered, voice breathless.

Felix let out a low chuckle, but it was cut short as he lined himself up and pushed in.

Y/N’s breath hitched—her fingers clutching at the sheets, her head falling back against his pillows as the stretch sent a shiver up her spine.

“Fuck,” she whimpered.

Felix groaned at the feeling of her around him, tight and warm, squeezing him just right. He leaned over her, his hand wrapping loosely around her throat, his thumb pressing just enough to make her focus on him.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice deep and commanding.

She blinked up at him, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in a moan.

“There you are,” he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before pulling out just enough—then thrusting back in, slow and deep.

Y/N let out a sharp gasp, her nails digging into his back.

Felix picked up his pace, each thrust hitting deep, his name spilling from her lips in broken syllables. His hands moved to her breasts, teasing her nipples with his fingers before lowering his mouth to flick his tongue over them, sucking just hard enough to make her back arch off the bed.

“Felix—”

“I got you, baby,” he whispered against her skin.

He sat back on his knees, gripping her thighs as he lifted them higher, pressing them flush against his chest. The new angle made her cry out—he reached even deeper now, his thrusts sharper, rougher.

She writhed under him, her nails leaving faint red trails on his arms as he drove her closer to the edge.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” he groaned, watching the way she trembled beneath him.

Y/N clenched around him at his words, and he cursed under his breath before gripping her hips and flipping her onto her stomach.

She barely had time to process the shift before he pulled her hips up, pressing a hand against her lower back to keep her in place as he slid back inside.

Her fingers curled into the sheets as he started moving again, this time slower, deeper, making sure she felt every inch of him.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured, running his hands over her waist, down to her ass, before delivering a teasing slap that sent a jolt of pleasure through her.

Y/N moaned into the pillows, her body melting under his touch.

“You like that?” he smirked, giving her another slow, hard thrust with a slap.

“Yes—please don’t stop,” she gasped.

Felix leaned over her back, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades.

“Oh, my gorgeous girl”

Y/N’s fingers curled around his sheets, her moans growing louder as he reached even deeper inside her, hitting spots that made her body shake. One of his hands moved to her front, fingers finding her clit and rubbing slow, teasing circles that made her nearly collapse against the bed.

Felix leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “I want you to come for me, baby,” he whispered, his voice sending a wave of heat straight to her core.

Her body tensed as pleasure built rapidly, her moans turning into desperate whimpers. Felix didn’t let up, his movements precise and relentless until she finally unraveled, a shuddering moan ripping from her throat.

Felix groaned at the feeling of her tightening around him, his thrusts growing sloppier as he chased his own release. With a few more deep strokes, he buried himself inside her, letting out a guttural moan as he reached his high.

For a moment, neither of them moved, their breaths mingling in the thick summer air. Y/N collapsed against the sheets, her body still trembling, while Felix pressed lazy kisses along her shoulder, his arm wrapping around her waist to keep her close.

“You,” he murmured against her skin, “are a fucking menace.”

She let out a breathless giggle, turning her head to look at him. “I did warn you I’d keep breaking laptops.”

Felix chuckled, pressing a final kiss to her cheek before pulling her snug against his chest. “Yeah, but now I think you’re just looking for excuses to come back.”

She smirked, biting her lip as she traced patterns on his arm. “Maybe.”

He grinned, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “No need for excuses, baby. You can come over anytime you want.”

And she definitely planned to.

────୨ৎ────

Y/N stirred as the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. She felt something heavy draped over her waist and realized it was Felix’s arm, pulling her flush against his chest. His face was nestled against her neck, his breath slow and steady, tickling her skin.

A soft kiss pressed to her shoulder made her shiver. “Morning, gorgeous,” Felix murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

She turned in his embrace, meeting his sleepy gaze. His freckles stood out more in the morning light, and his messy hair only made him look even softer.

“Morning,” she whispered, smiling when he nuzzled into her neck again, pressing lazy kisses up to her jaw.

Felix sighed in pure contentment. “I don’t think I wanna let you leave.”

Y/N giggled, running her fingers through his hair. “You kinda have to at some point. I do have a life outside your bed, you know.”

He hummed against her skin before propping himself up on one elbow, his other hand trailing up and down her back. His touch was slow, almost reverent.

“I gotta take you out on a real date now,” he said suddenly, looking at her like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

She raised an eyebrow. “Now you wanna take me on a date? After all that?”

Felix smirked, pressing another kiss to her lips, slow and deep. “I like to do things backwards, apparently. But yeah, I do.” He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “What do you say? Let me take you somewhere nice.”

Y/N pretended to think for a moment, though the giddy feeling in her chest betrayed her. “Hmm… only if there’s food involved.”

Felix laughed, giving her hip a playful squeeze. “Done deal, baby.”

They lay there a little longer, tangled in each other, trading kisses and whispers, until Y/N finally had to slip out of bed and gather her things. Felix watched her with a soft smile, only letting her go when she promised she’d see him again soon.

────୨ৎ────

By the time she stepped into her shared apartment with Seungmin, she was still floating on cloud nine. That was, until—

“YOU REALLY HAD SEX WITH HIM, YOU NAUGHTY GIRL!”

Y/N shrieked as Seungmin’s voice practically shattered the walls. He was standing in the hallway, mouth agape, pointing at her wrinkled dress and thoroughly ruined hair.

“Shut up!” she hissed, slapping a hand over his mouth, but he just muffled something against her palm before pulling away, eyes still wide in terror.

[affableramen]

when they finish earlier than you

mature content including sexual themes; established relationships

Wriothesley, Tartaglia, Neuvillette, Pantalone, Ayato, Capitano, Dottore, Alhaitham, Dainsleif, Baizhu

Wriothesley

He groans with emotion but it’s only a few seconds after he realises that you’re still beneath him, still haven't come. Wriothesley looks at your widened, surprised eyes and agape mouth. 

“Bloody hell—”, he spits with a shaky voice. “I’m so sorry, we haven't seen each other for a while and I—”

Wriothesley gently caresses your hip, while chuckling and looking at you half-blushing. “Shit, I must have missed you too much.”

It’s not a problem for him to bring you to the peak with his mouth or hands. 

Tartaglia

He squirts his release with a loud moan, pressing you close to his chest, his face buried into your neck. Those little bites shall leave radiant marks.

“Oh my god…” Ajax moans into your neck. “Oh f-fuck—I—”, he pats your back, “Fuck, I have never come so fast before. It’s not my fault, peanut, you’re too gorgeous for your own good.” He jokingly says, hiding his blush into your neck so you have no idea of it. Ajax is incredibly embarrassed and frustrated with his manhood that got too sensitive too soon.

Neuvillette

Neuvillette feels embarrassed and upset over losing his composure so quickly. He usually lasts long, and finding himself in such predicament gives way to the feeling of guilt and frustration.

“Darling, we can go one more round to get you satisfied. Please forgive me, my love.”

“No need to, Neuvillette, the both of us are tired. We can do it anytime during the week.”

“But I feel so guilty for coming first and not giving you the release you deserved. Let me at least satisfy you with my hands.”

“I don’t mind that, but please don't stress yourself out too much. It’s just sex, we can do many times better later. Nothing changes between us if you simply came early.”

Neuvillette caresses your face softly and speaks with emotion.

“You know that I usually last. I feel so defeated right now.”

To comfort your husband you place a kiss on the centre of his palm.

“Cumming early doesn't make my love to you fade, Neuvillette. In all honesty, I’m glad if I make you so excited that you can barely hold it together.” You give one other awkward but loving smiles. 

Pantalone

“I—I apologise. I did not foresee that, darling”, with a perplexed, disoriented look Pantalone pulls away. He gets purchase on the clean towel and covers his body in shame. A terrific sight, so rare for the Ninth Harbinger who is usually unabashed, especially in intimacy. 

“Oh my—how pathetic!”

You try to comfort him, saying that he must have been both too excited and tired after work, which ended up in premature peak, but Pantalone seems too distressed and angry at his inability to control himself as he quickly vanishes from the bedroom. 

Ayato

With a stiffled moan Ayato finishes, but somehow it feels so wrong - releasing much earlier than you, when his significant other’s orgasm is in question. 

Ayato grabs the towel and wipes himself clean, while looking down at you, your legs still thrown on his shoulders. 

“Oh my goodness”, he laughs at himself, but the laugh is nervous, not cocky or proud as it usually is. The man’s ego seems to die out ridiculously soon, as quickly as he finishes this time.

“We’ll have to go one more round after that…” he hisses, his member still very sensitive. “Once I get ready again.”

Capitano

“Hngghh—” 

Capitano pulls out with a well-heard grunt and pulls you closer to his chest. You are lying on top of him, your bodies are slightly wet when he makes a remark:

“I apologise, wife. It seems my stamina betrayed me tonight”, he gives a smooch to your cheek, brief but filled with devoted emotion. “Maybe if you stay a while like this, I can satisfy you longer. What do you think?” He delivers yet another kiss, this time to your neck. His voice sounds much quieter and he gently runs his hand through your hair.

“We should really stay together tonight. I feel like I need you more than ever. And not a word about this to anyone.”

Dottore

“Dottore, get out of the bathroom, immediately.”

“No!” A grunt and a curse escape from the inside of the bathroom. “I must learn what caused the fail in performance.”

“Dottore, I’m happy either way. Besides you looked quite funny.”

“FUNNY—she thinks I’m funny”, he utters to himself under his breath. “I’m going to check this little idiot for ruining our bedtime.”

Your amused laugh can be heard from the bedroom, as Dottore’s anger at his own manhood looks funny.

Alhaitham

“Oh, Y/N—f-fuck!” Alhaitham certainly does not expect himself to cum prematurely. His face looks red and his expression radiates emotion. You swear you have never seen a face sexier than this. You didn't know that he could ever be able to cum so hard (and so soon). 

Alhaitham scowls, looking at you. “What? You think this is funny? It’s just a one time occurrence.” Another moan escapes his mouth and he covers his face with his hand. “You shouldn't see me like this—”

Dainsleif

Dainsleif falls onto the bed, utterly defeated and pulls you with him. You notice how heavily he is breathing and judging by the perplexed look on his face, never he did expect rushing his own release. He was shocked, to say in the least.

“Don’t look at me like that. You think you’ve defeated me?” Dainsleif groans when you move to his chest. “I will make you finish twice next time, and believe me—much earlier than me.”

Baizhu

Baizhu lets out a moan he did not expect coming and immediately covers his mouth. His face is red and silly when he looks down at you. He is blushing extraordinarily, and the buds of sweat roll over his chest as he towers over you. 

“Let’s pretend this did not happen, my dear”, he runs his hand down your lips and onto your neck. “Oh my goodness, how embarrassing.”

Yet you just give him a sincere laugh. “Baizhu, it’s alright. I enjoyed it immensely.”

[lolitalovess]

thinking about loser vi with a mean reader. oh my god i am about to BUST (rec from anon, nsfw under cut)

loser vi who is absolutely unbelievably broke (maybe from the ridiculous amount of money she's spent on funko pops, sims 4 game passes, the expensive ass eye shadow pallets she has (and will also buy for her baby sis) because she will absolutely never leave the house without a smoky eye, her belt collection (that you'd tie her hands with WHAT WHO SAID THAT), the vintage comic books she likes to collect (basically just anything interesting to her WILL lead to bad financial decisions. especially you.)

loser vi who's love language is physical touch with a little bit of gift giving and words of affirmation. will buy you anything just because she wants to (but not flowers, she'd make a bouquet herself by picking flowers she sees on her walks). just out of pure love. she thinks with her heart (cannon), she appreciates you and loves you and she wants you know that.

you two go thrifting together. you see a mini skirt or a flannel you like. you go up to her and ask for it (the same way she asks you to buy some fuckass spiderman boxers from target), and she cannot say no. you're her collar.

loser vi who likes tea. black tea. and colouring those colouring in books with markers and art pencils she borrowed from pow. and shed a good cook. makes lethal spaghetti.

loser vi who thinks you're so alluring. your style. the way you think at different times during the day. the music you like. the way you respond to people during arguments. how many blankets and pillows you like to sleep with. the way you get ready for the day. the piercings and tats you already have, and the ones you want to get. the way you wake up. your interests (bonus points if you have the same ones as her).

loser vi who would try to tease you herself throughout the day by wrapping her arms around your waist from behind, her hips pushing up against your ass a little more than it normally would with a normal hug, being all confident and saying something like "you're gonna be a good girl for me later, right?"

and you are so incredibly unbothered. and she absolutely loses her shit when you do this to her first chance you get, biting down on her bottom lip and giving you those needy puppy eyes when you rut your foot in between her thighs.

loser vi who is naked, face down ass up later that day without you doing anything to her and you're still fully clothed sitting next to her. she's begging for you to touch her when she hides her pink dusted cheeks in her hands and pillows, her pussy so wet that she's sure she can feel it smeared on her thighs.

loser vi who loves 69, especially when she's ontop with her ass in the air for you to grope and slap, moaning with her tongue pressed flat against your cunt when you do.

loser vi who would bark like she wants it. pls tell me someone gets this.

loser vi who, when it gets to a certain point of teasing from you would start crying, hands cupping her face and wiping away her tears with your thumbs and leaning your head down a little bit to kiss her. you won't slow with your thrusts, of course you won't, because she's just so cute when you're fucking her with your strap and you won't let her cum, the whimpers and moans she lets out being one of your favourite things ever.

loser vi who will beg to eat you out. mentioned this in a past post, she likes hiding her whole head under your skirt when she eats you out (this is for more of a fem reader sorry), she just finds it so sexy when you finally let her after you make her wait for so long, licking at your pussy like it's her favourite sport. it is.

loser vi who gets so frustrated when you ride her in reverse cowgirl, the harness of the strap brushing against her clit in a way that makes her uselessly whine in protest. she knows she can't touch you in any way, knows she can't slap your ass or grab your waist and hips or thrust her hips up to meet you or whatever the fuck because she knows she'll get introuble by you. not that she already isn't.

loser vi who likes taking you to the 7/11 that's 5 minutes away from her (parents) house after sex (or whenever, really), lowk melting into your touch when you kiss her in the middle of buying slushies and rainbow sour strips♡!!

sorry this isn't a fic i couldn't find it in me to write one. i fear she has risen my standards to beyond heaven. this is so ass. loser vi who is such a loser. that's it. there's nothing else to put.

[hsnlv]

enhypen!hyung line reaction to…

your stupid tiktok joke?

warnings/others: fluff?, suggestive joke (ifffff you squint actually lmfaoo)

a/n: i dont how to put out a layout for this one but i hope you enjoy it regardless :0 reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! 💗here’s my masterlist!💗

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ lee heeseung ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

“im bored. we should kiss.”

you glare at heeseung as he lounges on your bed, completely absorbed in his phone. your boyfriend—the one who came over claiming he missed you sooo much—is now here, ignoring you like you’re just part of the furniture.

“hee…” you whine, shifting closer to him, trying to steal even a sliver of his attention. but apparently, whatever’s on his screen is far more fascinating than you, because all you get in return is a halfhearted, unbothered “hm.”

oh, that’s it.

a lightbulb flickers in your mind as you remember something, and before you can stop yourself, you clear your throat dramatically and mumble, “baby, i’m bored. we should kiss.”

cue instant chaos.

heeseung, mid-sip of his water, suddenly chokes—his eyes widening as he coughs, frantically trying not to die. “w-what was that, bun?” he sputters, still recovering.

you blink at him innocently, gasping as if you’re shocked beyond belief. “gasp! who said that?!” you clutch your chest like you just heard the most scandalous thing in the world. “that’s crazy! so bold! so shameless!”

heeseung squints at you, lips twitching in amusement. “oh? so it wasn’t you?”

you shake your head furiously, eyes wide. “nope! absolutely not! it was probably the wind… or maybe a ghost!” you gasp again, pointing at him dramatically. “oh no! what if our house is haunted by a really romantic ghost?!”

heeseung finally breaks, a giggle escaping him as he tosses his phone aside and pulls you into his arms. “a romantic ghost, huh? well, i guess i better listen to its request.”

and before you can come up with another ridiculous excuse, he’s already leaning in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. park jongseong ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

“the matter baby? whats the matter baby?”

it’s movie night, and you and jay are curled up on the couch, but there’s just one problem.

jay is glued to his phone.

not paying attention to the movie. not paying attention to you. just scrolling.

you squint at him. this is blatant disrespect.

so, naturally, you decide to fix it.

“jay,” you say sweetly, shifting closer.

“hm?” he replies, still not looking up.

you fight back a smirk. “would you rather eat a baby goat or the matter baby?”

“the matter baby?” he asks, completely oblivious.

“what’s the matter baby?”

his thumb freezes.

his entire body goes rigid.

you watch as his brain malfunctions in real-time.

his eyes narrow, his jaw slightly dropping as realization smacks him in the face. “did you just—”

“nothing, sugar! how about you?” you cut him off, smiling innocently.

he stares. blinks once. twice.

and then, with zero warning, he lunges at you.

“YOU DID NOT JUST GET ME WITH THAT STUPID JOKE.”

you shriek, scrambling to escape, but jay is faster, stronger, and fueled by vengeance.

he tackles you onto the couch, trapping you beneath him as he straddles you.

“oh my god, you’re so mad right now!” you giggle, completely unbothered by the fact that you’re literally being held hostage.

“mad? no,” he smirks. “i just think you deserve punishment.”

“jay, no—”

too late.

his hands dive straight for your sides, and suddenly, you’re screaming with laughter, kicking and flailing as he mercilessly tickles you.

“say you’re sorry!” he demands, grinning.

“never!” you gasp between giggles, tears forming in your eyes.

“fine.” he leans down, lowering his voice. “i was gonna stop, but since you’re so stubborn…”

“JAY—”

the next few minutes are pure chaos, filled with screaming, thrashing, and a ridiculous amount of laughing.

somehow, you both end up in a tangled heap, breathless and giggling, his phone long forgotten on the floor.

mission: accomplished.

૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა sim jaeyun ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

“shh, dont talk too loud. it’s not good for the baby.”

jake has been nagging you non-stop for the past ten minutes, pacing around the room like a worried mother. and all because you forgot to lock the door when he left for groceries.

“baby, this is a serious matter,” he huffs, hands on his hips. “what— what if someone broke in and killed you or something? we do not want that—”

you groan, dramatically flopping onto the bed. yes, okay, he has a point. but in your defense, you were way too lazy to get up, and it’s not like he was gone for that long anyway.

and then, a lightbulb flickers in your head.

“hey, jake,” you cut him off mid-rant, voice suddenly soft and serious.

he stops, blinking at you. “what?”

you grab his hand gently and whisper, “shh, don’t talk too loud… it’s not good for the baby.”

jake freezes. you watch as about a thousand thoughts seem to hit him at once. “baby? what baby?”

“me,” you pout, clutching his hand tighter. “i’m the baby.”

his entire demeanor changes in a second. his sharp gaze softens, his lips twitching like he’s trying not to melt. “oh my god,” he mutters, running a hand over his face.

you double down, widening your eyes at him like some sort of helpless, delicate creature. “you were yelling,” you whisper dramatically. “scaring the baby…”

jake snorts, shaking his head as he finally cracks, wrapping his arms around you and squishing you into his chest. “you are so insufferable,” he mutters, laughing into your hair. “but ugh, fine. my poor baby.”

you grin, smug at your victory.

except—

“but,” jake suddenly pulls back, holding your face between his hands, his soft tone turning into a firm one again. “my big baby still needs to lock the door when i leave, okay?”

you groan. “ugh, jake—”

“nope,” he shakes his head, pecking your forehead to shut you up. “no arguments, baby. i will nag you forever if i have to.”

“forever?” you blink.

“forever.”

…you don’t know whether to be fond or terrified.

˚⊱🎀⊰˚park sunghoon ˚⊱🎀⊰˚

“i dont know whats gotten into me but i wish it was you.”

you lazily trace random patterns on sunghoon’s chest, humming softly as he absentmindedly plays with your hair.

“you’re awfully quiet today, hm?” he murmurs, his fingers still threading through your strands. he presses a quick kiss to the top of your head, as if trying to snap you out of your daze.

perfect. he fell right into your trap.

you smirk against his chest before quickly wiping it away, putting on your most innocent, vulnerable expression. you clear your throat dramatically.

“i don’t know what’s gotten into me lately, hoonie…” you mumble, voice just the right mix of soft and mysterious.

his phone is instantly forgotten. his whole body tenses as he tilts his head down at you, his eyes now filled with concern.

“hm?” he hums, his fingers pausing in your hair.

“but…” you sigh dramatically, tightening your grip on his shirt. “i wish it was you.”

silence.

you feel his chest rise and fall, but he doesn’t say a single word. you slowly peek up at him, and oh, wow.

his brain is completely fried.

his lips part slightly, his eyebrows furrowed, and his usually sharp gaze looks… empty.

“wait.” he blinks once. then twice. “what—”

before he can even process the joke, he suddenly moves.

with a swift motion, he pushes you down onto the bed, hovering over you with a deadpan expression.

“you think you’re funny, huh?” his voice is low, but there’s a hint of amusement laced in it.

you burst into giggles, squirming under him. “i know i’m funny!”

he narrows his eyes before suddenly attacking your sides with tickles.

“hoon— hoon, stop—” you shriek, flailing under him as he mercilessly tickles you, a smirk finally tugging at his lips.

“oh no, baby,” he teases, tilting his head. “you brought this on yourself.”

“i take it back! i take it back!” you cry out, but he only laughs, enjoying the way you’re practically gasping for air between your giggles.

when he finally stops, he hovers above you, his face just inches away.

“next time, i’ll really get into you,” he murmurs with a smirk, before pressing a soft, lingering kiss on your lips.

…yeah, joke’s on you.

©️ all rights reserved | hsnlv | 2025

[chlorinecake]

— 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 | 𝐩.𝐬𝐡 ׅ ㅤ֢ ㅤׄㅤ .

▹ PAIRING: long distance boyfriend sunghoon x f. reader

▹ WORD COUNT: 2.8k — 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹

▹ SUMMARY: What better way to celebrate the return of contact between you and your long distance boyfriend than with some good ole sexy time ?

▹ WARNINGS: SOFT DOM SUNGHOON who can’t help but tease you for struggling to take his cock after going without it for so long, kissing, somewhat inexperienced reader x clingy hoon, throat fucking, choking (m. receiving), tit + nipple play, cheek pinching, spitting, petnames (angel, puppy, princess, good girl), switch dynamics, rough unprotected sex, that’s about it !!

Sunghoon had just step foot inside your shared apartment upon finally getting to see you after returning from his lengthy business trip.

Meeting him at the front door, your boyfriend instantly dropped his belongings at the sight of you, locking the door promptly before pulling you into the biggest hug his wingspan could muster.

That's when you felt him take your chin in his grasp, turning your cheek to face him before licking a long stripe along your skin with his tongue. 

"Oh my fucking God," you shriek at the sudden sensation, eliciting a fit of giggles from your lovestruck boyfriend, "so much for saying hello first, you freak."

"Sorry, baby," he chuckles, kissing you on the cheek as he mumbles, "couldn't help myself when you look so delicious..."

"What're you, a dog?"

"I can be," he smirks this time, playfully raising his eyebrows at you.

"Damn... you're getting real comfortable with the idea of being anything but a grown man, huh Hoon?" You question through a squeaky voice given how tightly he held you against him.

"I'm literally one second away from biting your cheeks right now..."

You scoff at the desperate nature of his words, "You're ridiculous..."

"Yup, and it's your fault I have such emotional issues," he shrugs, eyes taking in the view of your face under the dim apartment lighting, and boy did you look amazing-

"Tell me about it," you roll your eyes, which only makes his smile widen, displaying the faint impression of his dimples.

"And being around youuuu is my therapy..."

"Wonderful-"

"And I would really appreciate it if you stood on your tippy toes to hug me closer and scratch my back a little bit when you do it, too," your boyfriend blinks now, batting his feathery eyelashes at you as you sigh in compliance, not being able to withstand his needy antics.

"C'mere, puppy," you say, making him blush through a bitten lip as he loosened his hold around you so you could return the hug this time.

Cute and sexy, you thought to yourself... your favorite combination on your favorite person...

As of today, it had been ten whole days since you last saw your boyfriend, and the distance was really starting to take a toll on his physical willpower.

The reason behind your brief separation was work obligations on Sunghoon’s behalf, but that still didn’t stop him from having to see your face or hear your voice every single night.

You remember just the other night over FaceTime that he brought up the idea of e-sex, being so pent up with sexual tension that his brain could hardly function...

"Hmmm," he hummed against you, making your heart swell until you realized his cold nose was nuzzled against the top of your head.

"You're sniffing me, aren't you?"

"Mhm," he said, kissing the spot there, "you look sweet... taste sweet... smell sweet..."

"Thank you?" You said while giggling, only to shriek slightly when you felt one of his hands grope your tit, his free hand guiding your hips against his pelvis.

"God, you even sound sweet," he practically groaned, smirking now at the way you tried squirming away from his touch, but he didn't plan on letting you go just yet.

“Looks like someone’s needier than usual,” you say through mumbled words, given the way his soft lips are attacking yours, slowly kissing you into submission.

“I just can’t help myself when I get like this,” he hums, tilting his head as he keeps his lips moving against yours. "I missed you so much, angel.”

“Missed you more,” you return within the contact, letting your hand find his face now as his touch travels from your hips to your thighs, his strength guiding your legs around his waist.

“Not possible,” he smirks, guiding you to your shared bedroom, where he plopped you on the mattress, only to cage you beneath his frame as the passionate kiss continued.

And the room is a mess in this moment, considering how you were too lazy to do any cleaning without Sunghoon’s help, but he doesn’t mind.

The cluttered nature somehow helps him feel more cozy, anyway.

You broke away from his lips, looking him straight in the eyes as you whispered:

“I think you’re wrong about that, Hoonie.”

“Oh, am I now?” He challenged back, pinching your cheek between his thumb and index finger, to which you winced, smacking his hand away.

“Prove it to me,” he went on, holding eye contact as a familiarly menacing smirk overtook his face.

“Always so competitive,” you tsk, “but I’ll play along.”

That’s when you grab the neckline of his shirt, pulling him onto the bed while telling him to sit tight as you got situated between his thighs, doing away with the leather belt he wore.

And he doesn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know what you’re about to do next—getting comfortable on your knees before your hands went to find your hair to tie it off into a ponytail.

"No, no, no, keep it down; it looks nice,” your boyfriend protests, making your hands slowly retreat from your head, “and you look way fucking hotter with those glasses on in person, too.”

“You say that like it almost surprises you?” You tease, but only as a way to stop yourself from gawking at his dick that was now out and in the open, free from the confines of his pants with the prettiest little vein trailing the underside.

His tip glistened with a pearly sheen, the sight alone making your core warm up slightly.

“It doesn’t,” Sunghoon answers dryly, especially now that you were taking his length into your grasp, “but that’s still not going to stop me from praising my pretty girl.”

“Aww,” you coo while stroking him slightly, the cum leaking from his tip helping to keep everything lubricated. “You’re too sweet, baby.”

“Yeah?” He asks with a smirk, hips tensing up and relaxing given the stimulation your hand was providing, “Why don’t you give me a little taste then?”

You look at him through your glasses with the sluttiest look you can muster, still fisting his shaft in your palm but with slower strokes now as you lower your head, letting your breath just ghost over his burning tip at first.

“C’mon baby, don’t tease,” he says, eyes falling lazy as lust renders his mind an utter mess of fuzz and desperation.

You let your tongue circle his head first, feeling his length twitch in your grasp before you fully sealed your lips around him, your own core throbbing now with all the sounds he was making.

“Take all of it, princess,” he demands, pushing your head down slightly for motivation. “Wanna feel myself in the back of your throat so bad...”

And you hum in response, sending gentle vibrations through his cock that made his thighs tense up.

Sunghoon groans softly, just as you started to bob half of his length with your mouth and stroke the remaining half with your hand.

He could tell that you really wanted to deep throat him, but you still hadn’t warmed up to his size yet.

“You want to prove how much you miss me, right?” He whispers through a shaky breath, drawing your glossy eyes back up to meet his face, cheeks dusted a light pink from his arousal.

You nod your head around him this time, knowing that he would rather you stay right there than move to try speaking properly.

He was just so enthralled by the warmth of you around him, a bit of your own saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth given the way your gag reflex was in hyperdrive right now.

“Good girl,” he smirks, but with furrowed brows, his voice trailing off as his hands found the side of your head, cupping your stuffed cheeks as he whispers, “This is only going to hurt a little bit then.”

That’s when you feel your throat opening now as Sunghoon forces himself in, guiding your head up and down along his shaft as he makes your mouth his personal fuck toy.

And you’re whimpering at the pain, eyes tearing up behind your foggy glasses, but it’s not like you mind. You found his desperation for you to be pretty hot, actually.

“That’s it, baby,” he praises, hissing at the way your hands are gripping at his thighs now. “I knew you could take me like a good little slut.”

There’s a little tear trailed down your cheek that he swipes with his thumb, only to throw his head as he keeps using your head, surely bruising your throat somewhere considering all the action he’s putting it through.

“Just hold out a little longer for me, baby; I’m almost there,” he grunts, making your eyes roll in the back of your head as his thrusts grow faster, sloppier, and deeper.

Tapping at his thighs slightly, he knows that’s your usual cue that he’s going a little too far or that you need him to stop for something, and so he does, pulling his dick out of your mouth with a loud and wet smack.

“Was I too rough for you, pretty?” He cues, leaning down to caress your face.

“Not at all,” you say through a raspy, seductive voice, given how sore your throat was feeling.

“So why’d you stop my fun?” He asks, pinching your cheek once again as a way to tease you.

“Because,” you begin, finding his cock with your hand and gripping tightly, just enough to make him wince, “I’m not in the mood to sit here and hump the carpet like a bitch in heat while you destroy my throat.”

He lets out a dry chuckle at your words, trying his best to seem unfazed by the way you’re jerking him off again, up until you spit on the tip, standing up from the ground on wobbly legs.

And your boyfriend lets his back find the bed almost instantly, taking off his jacket and tossing it in the corner as you crawl on top of him, still stroking him in your hand.

“Sorry about that, angel,” he whispers sarcastically, eyes half-lidded and desperate like a hentai wet dream as you straddle him now, slowing down the pumps of your hand. "I guess I just got a little carried away there.”

“Mhm,” you cut him off, releasing his veiny and throbbing cock from your grasp and letting the same hand find his neck, not to choke him but for stability as you straddle his hips.

Your pants are still on at this point, but he does a good job of helping you take them off.

"I bet I can guess the color of your panties now," he smirks as your pants dropped to the floor, revealing your bareness, his eyes widening slightly as he realizes you're not wearing any underwear.

Lining him up with your entrance, you let your weight fall with gravity help you take him.

But his girth is so wide that you have to bite your lip in order to hide your sounds, and he catches onto this, too, finding your hips with his free hands and pushing you most of the way down.

“Mmm,” you mewl, arching your back at the way his tip immediately finds your g-spot in the position.

“What is it, princess? T-t-too much?” He teases, thrusting into you given the delayed movement of your hips.

“I can do it myself, Sunghoon,” you breathe out, the sound of his full name making him raise a brow at you just as your hands now found the mattress, bracing yourself at either side of his head.

“Do what, huh? Fuck me with those weak little knees?” He tsks, rutting up into you once more as a tiny yelp slips past your tired throat. "I didn't think so,” he continued to taunt.

“So mean,” you say, gripping at the sheets now, “you didn't even give me a chance to try...”

"Well, I'm afraid I don't have patience for that today, pretty,” he coos, finding your clothed tits with his hands before teasing your sensitive nipples in between his delicate fingers. “Just let me show you how it's properly done, yea? Promise, I’ll be more gentle this time.”

Struggling to meet his eyes, you couldn’t help but get distracted by how full you felt between your legs, especially with the way he toyed with your tits now, making heat rush from your core to your face.

“I’m not talking to myself, am I princess?” His voice comes out raspy, just as his hand finds your chin, pulling it down so you’d face him.

“S-Sunghoon,” you stammer, being so stuffed to the brim with his deliciously thick cock that you could hardly form a coherent thought right now.

“Go on, baby, I’m listening,” he says in between, sitting up slightly to place a kiss on your jaw. “Want me to take the lead?”

You hate what his condescending words are doing to your mind, but at the same time, his constant teasing was always such a turn-on for you.

“Fine, you insufferable worm,” you manage to say, making him chuckle at the pet name. “I didn’t wanna ride you anyways...”

“Mhm,” he smirks, guiding you to lay on your back now, but being careful not to accidentally pull out of your heat.

You then let out a shriek of pleasurable pain as Sunghoon slams his hips down, thick cocks pounding into your sensitive depths, making your back arch.

“F-fuck,” you whine, digging your nails into his shoulders to which he hisses.

“I’m holding back for you, so you know,” he groans, stalling the pace of his hips as your face obviously scrunches up with every thrust.

“Then don’t,” you say, finding his neck in your hands again as you apply just enough pressure to make him smirk, “fuck me like you mean it...”

He grinds his cock inside you a little harder this time, making your open legs tremble as you held a fierce eye contact with him, not breaking it even as he snapped into you faster now, making you whimper at how good he was fucking you now.

Grabbing your wrist, he moves your hand from his neck, interlacing his fingers with yours before pinning them to the mattress.

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to just ask nicely,” he says, a somewhat gentle look on his face despite how rough he was pounding into you, “you could’ve been had me fucking you like this if you weren’t such a brat...”

“Sh-shut up, Hoon,” you hiss, voice coming out in tiny wobbles given the way his forceful thrusts made your tits bounce up and down.

And your glasses are crooked on your face at this point, making him chuckle at how cute you looked while taking his cock, still trying to brat your way out of accepting the fact that you had been just as needy for intimacy with him, too.

“So much for saying thank you,” he huffed, right before releasing his weight from your hands to instead angle your thighs higher in his grip, picking up the pace as his thrusts become faster, harder, and deeper...

“Nghhh-” you whimpered, desperately clinging to his shoulders now as his ego grew with every whimper you let out for him, his own mind practically short-circuiting with the way your slick walls clenched around him now.

Leaning down, Sunghoon lowered his face near yours, swiftly taking off your glasses and tossing them on the pillow before letting his lips sink into yours, humming at the taste of you on his tongue.

“You're lucky I love you,” he slurs with a whisper, making you smile into the contact.

“I love you too, baby,” you return in between your labored breaths, just as your voice was broken by a moan ripping past your throat.

But at this point, Sunghoon couldn't hold back any longer, breaking from the kiss given the way his body shuddered with pleasure now, melting into your touch as you held him impossibly close to you.

“Oh- fuck~,” your boyfriend groaned, nuzzling his face into your neck and leaving a few sloppy kisses there, just as you felt his load burst deep into your cunt.

And as sensitive as he was growing while inside you, he kept thrusting, with no intention of stopping until he felt your thighs shake beside him as you finally reached your high.

With all your squirming, your boyfriend ceased the movement of his hips, collapsing on top of you as your sweaty bodies fought to catch your breaths.

You two lay just like that for a while, Sunghoon's gentle touch caressing the curve of your shoulder while your own delicate fingers moved a few stray hairs out of his face.

“I don't know how I survived ten days without this,” he says to break the silence, making you giggle slightly at his random remark.

“Well y'know what they say... distance makes the heart grow fonder,” you reply, feeling his length slowly leave your walls as he tugs the nearby blanket over your half naked-bodies.

“Uh huh, as if either of us needed any help to feel more fond for each other anyways,” he smirks, placing a feather-light kiss to your shoulder one last time before laying down beside you, basking in the aftermath of your long over-due lovemaking...

Thank you all so much for reading this fic! I haven't really been feeling up to write anything these days, but hopefully you guys still enjoyed reading this nonetheless... Also, here's the link to my ENHYPEN MASTERLIST if you're interested in more works like this!! { PART 1 }