#such kind words coming from someone so amazing!!

[briarscreek]

You had a blind date. On Valentine’s Day.

And they didn’t show up.

You had never felt so stupid in your life. Apparently, the only free day that you and your date had was on Friday. February 14th. Go figure.

The waiter had already come by 3 times to ask if you were ready to order or if you were going to leave. They didn’t say specifically to leave but you got the gist. Another person to take up their time and tips.

Frustrated tears began in the corner of your eyes while you packed your belongings, eager to get out of the humiliation of other couples stares and the cheap paper heart decor lining the restaurant.

This guy your friend set you up with seemed perfect. On paper at least. Kind, funny, flirty, and more is what she promised you.

It wasn’t until you were almost standing out of your booth that a very handsome man in a suit strode over in a huff. Mutton chopped beard and biceps for days, as he looked you in the eyes. God, his eyes were so blue.

“I apologize darling, I came straight from work and traffic was a nightmare.”

He kissed your cheeks quickly like an old friend.

“I wanted to message ya, but I didn’t think the cops would appreciate someone texting and driving on Valentine’s Day.”

Maybe that softened your heart. Just a little.

“You’re almost 45 minutes late.”

“It’ll be the first and last time I’ll ever be late, darling.”

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face slowly that time.

John, as he introduced himself, was kinder than you thought he’d be. Flirty at just the right moments and careful with his words, like he wanted to make sure you knew he meant every single word.

The date went amazingly well, he even made you giggle so much that you snorted and immediately felt embarrassed about it. He said he’d take that as a compliment as he pulled your hands away from your mouth.

Just as desert rolled around, you excused yourself to the bathroom and texted your friend, lettering her know you’re having an amazing time with John. Her next text came in just as you finished washing your hands.

who’s john?

Coming back to sit down at the booth, you immediately asked;

“You’re not my actual blind date, are you?”

He stopped mid chew of his chocolate torte, gaze flicking up to yours. Like a kid caught in a cookie jar.

“No, darling. I’m not. I actually had a take out order here but when I saw the prettiest bird in my life alone at a table, I couldn’t leave her.”

Your anger rose just a tad.

“So this was a pity date.”

“No.” He was so firm in his answer.

“I’d have asked you out anywhere if we crossed paths earlier but you were already dressed, sitting here waiting. I couldn’t pass on this golden opportunity, could I?”

Now you were glad that your actual date never showed up. John proved to be so much better, in more ways than one.

[rose24207]

ROSEEEE DROP PART 2 OF “My dad’s an idiot” AND MY LIFE IS YOURS 😭😭😭😭 like girl the amount of times I’ve re-read it are not even funny nor healthy I’m BEGGING ‼️‼️‼️

The date, the spy and the evil wench

Summary: On your first date, Lucas tries everything in his power to ensure nothing comes between you and Lando, even if he has to get Jessica out of the way.

Genre: fluff, humor, little angst

Future!dad!Lando x future!mum!reader, time travel

TW: bullying, humiliating

A/N: LMFAOOO I love those kind of requests!! I hope you love it as much as I do!

P1

Masterlist pt. 2

The evening air was crisp as Lando stood outside the restaurant, nervously adjusting his collar for what felt like the hundredth time. He was dressed in his best shirt—something he had chosen specifically to impress you—and his hands kept fidgeting as he glanced around for any sign of your arrival. Despite his casual demeanor, he was on edge. He really wanted this date to go well.

From his hiding spot around the corner, Lucas watched with a mixture of amusement and pride. He had never seen Lando so flustered before. It was almost funny. He knew his "dad" was still a long way from being his actual dad—at least in this timeline—but that didn’t mean he wasn’t rooting for him.

“You’re good, mate,” Lucas whispered under his breath. He was genuinely rooting for Lando to pull this off. Even if it was kind of strange, seeing the man who would eventually become his father like this—so nervous, so unsure of himself.

As if on cue, you appeared down the street, walking toward the restaurant with a smile that could light up the world. Lando froze for a second, his eyes locking onto you. You looked even more stunning than he had anticipated, and the nerves in his chest began to multiply. He smiled awkwardly, running a hand through his hair as he caught sight of you approaching.

“Okay, Lando, you’ve got this,” he muttered to himself.

You finally reached him, and Lando’s heart skipped a beat. “Hey, you look amazing,” he said, his voice coming out a little shaky but sincere.

“Thank you,” you replied with a soft smile, your eyes bright as you took in his appearance. “You look pretty good yourself.”

Lando managed a chuckle, trying to shake off his nerves. “Thanks… You ready?”

You nodded, and with that, the two of you entered the restaurant. Lucas slipped from his hiding place, trailing behind at a safe distance, making sure he was in a good position to watch everything unfold.

Dinner went smoothly—at first. Lando was still a little jittery, but you seemed to put him at ease with your kind words and warm smile. He’d been so nervous that he kept stumbling over his words, but you found it endearing rather than awkward. He was trying so hard, and Lucas could see that you were starting to like him, which made his heart swell with pride for the man who, in another timeline, would one day be his father.

Lucas, however, knew that the night wouldn’t stay peaceful forever. There were always obstacles—particularly one very dangerous obstacle.

He caught sight of Jessica as soon as she entered the restaurant. She had a smug look on her face as she scanned the room, clearly looking for trouble. When she spotted Lando and you at your table, her lips curled into a satisfied grin. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was planning.

Lucas tensed, his hand instinctively balling into a fist as he began to move toward her. He had been waiting for this moment, knowing it would come sooner or later.

Jessica didn’t waste any time. She slammed her hands on the table, a coy smile plastered on her face as she leaned toward Lando.

“Lando,” she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “I didn’t expect to see you here. Funny, I thought you and I had plans tonight.”

Lando stiffened, his smile faltering for a moment as he glanced at you. His nerves were getting the best of him. “Jessica, I—uh—I’m with someone right now.”

Jessica barely seemed to register that, her gaze trained on you with a mix of disdain and amusement. “Oh, I see,” she drawled. “Well, it must be nice to have someone to settle for when there’s no one better around.”

The words hit you like a slap, and you visibly tensed, your eyes falling to the table in front of you. You had always been the type to take insults and suck it up, but something about Jessica’s attitude made you feel even more smaller than usual.

“You have a lot of nerve,” Lando said, his voice calm but laced with a sharp edge. “Maybe you should leave us alone.”

Jessica wasn’t having any of it. She leaned even closer to Lando, her hand subtly brushing his arm. “You don’t need that, Lando. You and I both know you’d be much better off with me. Why settle for someone who’s… well, less than perfect?”

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but before you could speak up, Lando spoke up, his voice firm. “That’s enough, Jessica. I’m not interested. You need to leave.”

Lucas, who had been watching from the shadows, felt his stomach churn with frustration. He couldn’t let this woman continue to bully you both, especially not when Lando was trying so hard.

Without a second thought, Lucas darted toward the table. He timed it perfectly, slipping between her and a passing waiter just as she reached for Lando’s arm. Her foot caught on his shoe, and with a small thud, she tripped, crashing into the chair in front of her with an unceremonious thud.

“Oof!” Jessica let out a sharp gasp as she stumbled and fell into the chair, a drink splashing across the table and onto her lap.

Lucas, pretending to be just another curious customer, immediately acted the part of a concerned bystander. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice dripping with fake sympathy. “I didn’t mean to get in your way.”

Jessica glared at him with venom in her eyes as she stood up, her face red with fury. “You little brat,” she hissed, her voice low and dangerous.

“You should watch where you’re walking,” Lucas quipped with a sly grin, offering her another set of napkins as he leaned toward her. “Here, clean up that mess.”

Jessica snatched the napkins from his hand, practically snarling at him before stalking off to the bathroom, leaving Lando and you to share an awkward but relieved look

Lando sighed in relief, glancing at you. “I’m sorry about her.”

You shook your head, a small sad smile playing at your lips. “Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing new.

Lucas, now back in the shadows, felt a quiet satisfaction as he watched the two of you. The night was going much better now that Jessica was out of the picture. He could feel the tension ease between you and Lando as you both returned to the conversation, and he felt a proud sense of accomplishment. His dad—well, future dad—was getting a chance to have this relationship, and Lucas was going to make sure nothing ruined it.

Later, as the meal came to an end, Lando walked you to the door of the restaurant, his nerves still lingering, but his smile genuine as he turned to face you.

“I’m really glad you came tonight,” he said softly. “I had a great time.”

You smiled warmly, the tension of the evening forgotten. “Me too. I’m glad we did this.”

Lando hesitated, his nerves creeping back again. “Maybe… maybe we could do it again sometime? I’d really like that.”

You nodded, your smile widening. “I’d like that too.”

As you turned to go, Lando lingered for a moment, still smiling. Lucas watched from a distance, his heart swelling with pride. He had kept his secret. He had done his part. And for tonight, everything had gone right.

Thank you for reading!

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[hello-gloomy]

Hello!!! Thank you for your amazing writing so far!!!

I hope if its no trouble could you please do a Xeno Houston Wingfield x reader scenario where the reader is captured at the same time as Gen (by Stanley ofc). And then Xeno kind of like falls for her because she also majors in rockets and space...or something. Feel free to ignore or change it up!

Thank you in advance!!

I love this sm, hope you like it and it's not to crack filled.

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Black Magic

Dr. Xeno H. x Fem!Reader

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Description: Being the only American in the Kingdom of Science comes in handy when you finally make the trip to America; being a fellow scientist also helps a little too well, though.

Warnings: Mild violence, touching, the reader is said to be American, maybe a bit creepy Xeno, Sarcasm, and cursing. Maybe OOC. SPOILERS FOR THE ANIME S4.

A/N: I hope Anon enjoys this; I also couldn't help but make the reader an agent of chaos. The opportunity was too good to pass up. I hope this isn't too OOC for you guys

Words: 1,300

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The only time being American came in handy while in Japan during the petrification was when you were in the Stone World, and Senku wanted to return to America, which meant you were stuck as an encyclopedia for everyone else. When the kingdom reached Texas, you already knew something was off; it was too easy.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" Were the first words out your mouth while you and everyone else were running from being shot at. While you were happy that you weren't the only ones who had progressed this far with science, you hated how American this situation was. They were firing on a bunch of randoms on their land that they hadn't seen before, very Texas; at least they didn't leave behind their amendments. After your group had made off with the plane, you were stuck with the scouting group being the only one in their natural element. When Gen had noticed how easy it was to track your attacker, he volunteered to go and find him himself. You wouldn't let him off so quickly, so you followed him just in case.

"We gonna get shot at again," You mused to Gen with a smirk, earning a disapproving look from him. When you finally stumbled upon your attacker, who promptly aimed his gun at you both, you couldn't help but burst into laughter, much to Gen's dismay. As he negotiated for your lives, the blonde with the purple lipstick instructed you to follow him to his colony while sneaking glances in your direction. You had to guess it was due to your clothing; it was more native to your home country than the one you had been staying in for so long. Gen was looking around, amazed at everything but still keeping a poker face; you, on the other hand, were dismissive of the entire operation. It was obvious that they had a smaller group than yours and hadn't found out how to un-petrify anyone yet. When you arrived at what you could tell was a lab, you were finally shown the mastermind behind this whole thing. When he turned to face you and Gen, your eyes and mouth reacted faster than your self-preservation skills.

"You're that fucking Scientist from those NASA articles!" All three men looked over at you, which made your cheeks heat at all the eyes on you.

"How elegant; it brings me pleasure to know that achievements in the old world reached multiple ends of the planet." While Stanley, as you've come to find out from one Dr. Xeno, is hooking up Gen to what you can tell is a fantastic stone world lie detector, he chats it up with you, asking where you are from, how long you've been awake, what your previous occupation was; you can't help but answer him excitedly. For someone your age and with the same or higher level of intelligence as you, it was a truly invigorating experience.

"Please stop telling the enemyyay information about us." Gen pleaded with you; he had a plan, so you did decide to be a little less loose-lipped, but you still did want to talk to the doctor while you loved talking to Senku; he was still a little too young for you, while Dr. Xeno was much older and on your level emotionally speaking in a sense.

"Relax. They're just a bunch of goths."

"Can you take this erioussay!" Gen was practically begging at this point, so you backed off and went to stand by the gunslinger instead. The Dr. went to go and question Gen, and he, in turn, worked his magic to get you both on the inside. When he called Taiju a doctor, you had to steel your face so hard not to cringe at his choice of fake leaders for your group. You saw Stanley looking at you from the corner of his eyes.

"Man, Dr. Xeno must really like you." You start while glancing at his lips; he raises his brow, signaling for you to go forward with your statements about the two of them.

"Purple is a pretty difficult color to make; in ancient times, they used snails to get that color. But while doing that, the species of snail they were using were becoming less common, making it a color only used for the aristocracy." Stanley let out a huff and shook his head.

"God, your just as bad as him with this science shit." He jested, and you screwed up your face. Gen walked over to where the two of you stood along the wall and hit you in the arm. You gave him a half-hearted 'ow' while rubbing your arm.

"You can take Gen and introduce him to everyone else." Stanley nodded while Gen started to splutter reasons for you to accompany him. You waved your hand, signaling you would be fine.

"Relax, Doctor Frankenstein won't kill me." You direct to Gen. While smiling at the X-marked doctor before you, you see his lips twitch, making you smile even more significantly. Gen spares you one last glance before walking along quietly. He offers you a seat, and you take it with a small 'thank you' before taking it.

"Coffee?" he offers, and you practically moan out a yes at the thought of caffeine touching your taste buds. He brings over two mugs before pulling up a seat beside you, watching as you take your first sip and practically crying tears of joy at the taste.

"Make me a monster, and I might marry you." He huffs a little laugh.

"I will get on that for you, " he tells you while taking his own sip. He asks you how long you've been out of the stone; you hold eye contact while weighing the pros and cons of answering him. You decide to give him the time, and he nods in understanding. He also rewards you for your honesty, telling you the timeline of how long he's been out.

"It seems your technology is not too far behind ours."

"We would be farther if we weren't too busy fighting amongst ourselves." You tell him with mild exasperation, mumbling about teenagers and their angstyness.

"Why not join my group?" He offers while grasping your face and staring into your eyes intensely; those black voids make you pause.

"It would be nice to have a headstart on having more intelligence in this new world." He tells you while rubbing a clawed thumb along your face; you feel your heart move to your throat at his implication, his thoughts similar to Tsukasa's in the beginning. It made your stomach twist; you knew Senku's idea of reviving the entirety of humanity was the dream of a naive child; being a couple years his senior, you knew the reality of your situation from the start, so you decided to let Senku have his hope for the future even starting to believe it after a few years. The second you saw the shores of America is when you were brought off of the childish dream you let yourself fall into.

"There's only so many smart people in the world, you know." He chuckles quietly at your statement, moving to brush hair out of your face instead. He moves to bring out some supplies, and you lean over his shoulder in interest. Your eyes widen in recognition at what he brought out in front of you: supplies for makeup.

"Yes, and I happened to have found one of them, " he tells you, letting you make a few makeup products while he watches. He could convince you to join him and see things through his eyes; he would ensure it and never let someone with such potential slip through his claws—not now, not ever.

[wonboni]

♡『A VALENTINE’S SURPRISE』┆S.J

『•˙synopsis: Jake surprises you with a heartfelt Valentine’s gift, showing his love in a special way.

『•˙pairing: (non idol!)Jake Sim x fem reader

『• ˙genre: Romance, Fluff, Valentine’s Day Special

『•˙warnings: Slight angst (if you consider the anticipation for the surprise), fluff overload, cute moments

『•˙word count: 649❦

『•˙note: Valentine’s special!

Valentine’s Day was just around the corner, and you could feel the excitement in the air. Everyone was buzzing about their plans, from romantic dinner dates to heart-shaped chocolates. Yet, you had a feeling that Jake had something special up his sleeve. Over the past few days, he’d been acting a little secretive. When you asked, he’d simply grin and say, “Wait and see.” You were curious, but also a bit nervous. After all, Jake wasn’t exactly the type to give you extravagant gifts, preferring simple moments that were meaningful to the two of you.

You arrived at his apartment that evening, a bit early, unsure of what to expect. Jake opened the door with a wide smile, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “You’re here early,” he remarked, stepping aside to let you in.

“I couldn't wait to see you,” you replied, feeling your heart flutter as you entered. You knew him well enough by now that his quiet charm was both a blessing and a tease.

He led you inside, the smell of something delicious wafting through the air. “I hope you’re hungry,” he said softly. “I made dinner for us.”

You blinked in surprise. “You? Cooked?”

He laughed, his eyes full of warmth. “I had a little help from a recipe book. But yes, I made dinner.”

You two settled at the table, and Jake served you both an assortment of dishes—pasta, a salad, and a decadent dessert that was almost too pretty to eat. “Everything looks amazing,” you said, genuinely touched by the effort he put in.

But Jake wasn’t done just yet.

After dinner, he stood up and gestured for you to follow him into the living room. The lights were dimmed, with a soft glow from a few candles that adorned the coffee table. But there, resting on the table, was a small, neatly wrapped box. It was delicate, with a ribbon tied so perfectly you could tell he had spent time on it.

You raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?”

Jake’s lips curled into a shy smile, his hands slightly trembling as he handed it to you. “Open it.”

Your fingers carefully pulled at the ribbon, excitement building as you revealed a small velvet box. Inside, there was a delicate silver bracelet, the kind that you had casually mentioned loving when the two of you had passed by a jewelry store months ago. You gasped, your heart skipping a beat.

“Jake… you remembered?”

He nodded, his gaze softening. “I always remember the little things,” he murmured, “especially when it comes to you.”

Tears prickled the corners of your eyes, not out of sadness, but from the overwhelming sense of love you felt. This wasn’t just about the bracelet—it was about how much Jake had thought about you, how much he paid attention to your wants and needs, how much he truly cared.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. “You didn’t have to get me anything. Just being with you is the best gift.”

Jake hugged you back, his voice quiet as he whispered, “It’s not about the gift, it’s about showing you how much you mean to me. I love you, always.”

You pulled back to look at him, his face glowing under the soft light. You felt your heart swell, and you smiled, feeling so lucky to be loved by someone like him. “I love you too,” you whispered back, your fingers gently brushing against the bracelet he had given you.

Jake kissed your forehead, then your lips, a soft, loving kiss that made everything feel perfect. He had truly made this Valentine’s Day unforgettable.

As the two of you sat together, laughing and talking, you realized that this simple night, with its sweet surprise and heartfelt gestures, was everything you needed.

And you couldn’t wait to spend many more Valentine’s Days with Jake, making new memories, together.

© WONBONI

[flowery-mess]

heaven

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / talking shit about reader / punching / mentions of alcohol / oral (both receiving) / protected sex / hand around readers throat / overstimulation and edging kind of?? / lmk if anything else

Words: 3,1k

frat boy Noah masterlist

Author's note: I heard the song 'Heaven' from 50 shades yesterday and that kinda inspired me, I'm still new to writing smut so of it sucks I'm sorry lol, but I appreciate any advice how to get better at it! Let me know how you like it!♥️

“What the fuck is your problem?” you yelled at Noah through the closed car doors, that he shut behind you in a not very gentlemanly way after your ass hit the passenger seat. You watched him run around the front of his stupid car and get behind the driver’s wheel. “I asked you a question?” you tried again, wanting to know the reason why he dragged you out of the frat house the minute you walked in.

“What?” Noah finally replied, like he wasn’t the one behind all of this.

“Don’t come at me with this attitude. Why the hell did you drag me out of that house? I just arrived?” you were angry and confused.

Noah started the car and backed out of the parking place, still not giving you any answer, but you didn’t miss the long sigh that left his mouth.

“Trevor.” Noah said and gripped the driving wheel just a bit tighter.

“What about him?”

“Got drunk and didn’t know when to shut his mouth.”

— Later before you arrived at the party —

“Hey Sebastian, what’s the deal between you and Ella?” obviously drunk Trevor approached Noah in the kitchen that was separated from the already crowded living room, giving them a bit of privacy.

“What do you mean?” Noah scrunched his nose at Trevor’s state. The party had just begun, but it looks like Trevor had pre-drinks with his mates, a lot of them.

“Man, she’s hot and smart, you two are just fuck buddies huh? I think she wants more and I also think I could give her that.” Trevor didn’t realize it in his state, but right now he stepped on very thin ice with this topic.

“I’m not talking about her with you.” was Noah’s short answer and then he tried to leave the room, not in the mood for this conversation.

But before he managed to slip through the door, Trevor’s hand gripped his bicep. “Don’t get angry man, I came to talk to you before I make a move on her. You know, give you a warning so you’re not surprised.”

Noah didn’t know if it was the hand on his bicep, the way Trevor kept calling him ‘man’ or the way he was talking about making a move on you that made him angry, but before he could think he pushed Trevor off of him, making Trevor stumble few steps back until his back hit the counter. “Hey man, chill.”

“Stop calling me man, I’m not your buddy. I’m not interested in your plans, because they’re not gonna happen. Not tonight, not ever. You’re right, she’s smart, but that’s exactly why she’s out of your league.”

“And what makes you think she’s not out of your league? She already talked to me before, I know I can make her get in my bed. You can find someone else just by looking at them, you could help a friend out.” Trevor literally asked for a black eye, not in those exact words, but that’s what Noah heard. His hand flew to Trevor’s left eye before he could stop himself.

“God Sebastian that hurt.” Trevor cried and held his hand over his freshly hurt eye.

“Listen to me, you fucker, I thought you were a decent guy, genuinely interested in her, but your drunk mouth just took away any chance you had with her and I’m gonna make sure of that.” Noah was holding Trevor by his stupid collar on his navy t-shirt.

Looks like one punch wasn’t enough and Trevor continued, making it worse for him. “I just wanted to fuck her, that ass looks amazing with clothes on, bet it’s even better from behind, huh?”

At this point Noah saw red and used the same hand to punch Trevor in his nose. When his drunk and hurt body collapsed on the floor, Noah had to stop himself and leave the kitchen. When he stepped inside the living room, you entered the main door with Molly and Clara by your side.

Noah made his way to you, taking your hand in his and lead you to his car.

“Nice to see you too Noah!” was the last thing you heard from Molly before Noah sat you in his car and closed the door behind you.

— back in Noah’s car —

“What could he possibly say to make you this angry? And why the hell you let it out on me?” you were starting to get really frustrated with the way he wasn’t communicating what his problem was.

“He talked shit about you, okay? So I punched him, then you arrived and I wanted to leave and didn’t want to leave you there in case he wouldn’t get the message and tried talking to you.” Noah stopped at the red lights and after giving you finally some answer, he looked at you with look that was mixture of anger and sadness.

“You did what?”

“Was that the only thing you heard?”

“God Noah you can’t just punch a drunk guy because he says shit.”

“He said shit about you.”

“That doesn’t make it difference, what if he calls the cops?”

“I don’t care.”

“Of course you don’t.” you turned your body to face the window, silence taking over the car.

You appreciated when Noah stood up for you, especially when you were not there to do it for yourself, but Noah had a short temper and it almost every time ended in him getting physical and you didn’t want that happening because of you.

“What did he say?” you mumbled quietly, but enough for Noah to hear you.

“I’m not telling you Ella, he was drunk as fuck and I bet he’s not gonna remember it tomorrow. He’s not worth your time, okay?”

“Noah I want to-”

“I’m not telling you, not right now or I’m gonna turn around and punch him again.” Noah unintentionally raised his voice, but you got the message.

Silence took over the space of Noah’s car again and you watched the buildings on your side, thinking about what Trevor could say about you, because he was always nice to you.

“Don’t think about it, Ell.” Noah could practically hear your thoughts, so he lowered his voice even though he was still full of anger and put his right hand on your thigh to comfort you.

“Thanks for standing up for me, again. And thanks for not telling me what he said, I think I don’t want to know.” you replied, quieter this time.

Seeing you sad made Noah angry again and he didn’t even realize he was squeezing your thigh until you spoke up again “Noah that hurts.” as you pushed his hand away.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“I’s okay.” it was your turn to look at him. His face was focused on the road, you could see his jaw was clenched from the anger, but the street lights that were dancing on his face made his features look softer.

You never needed the alcohol to find Noah attractive, but you almost always had at least one drink before you two left together. This time was different, because you were both fully sober and the atmosphere was tense.

Anger left your body few minutes into the drive, but Noah’s body still looked tense.

You reach over the console to put your hand on his thigh this time, not sure of your actions.

Noah’s eyes left the road for a second as he glanced down to his lap where your hand was caressing his thigh over the material of his jeans.

“What are you doing?” he asked, eyes back on the road.

“I don’t know, you still look angry.” you kept your eyes on his face as your hand made its way closer to Noah’s groin.

“Ella.” he said through gritted teeth.

“Yes?” you asked innocently.

“Stop it. I’m driving.”

“Stop what?” you honestly didn’t know what took over you, but seeing Noah angry made you clench your thighs together so you acted before you could think.

You leaned from your seat and kissed the skin next to Noah’s ear and then whispered “Angry sex is good I heard.” and then your hand gently stroked his dick.

“Ella.” he repeated, but this time less firm and more in a “continue” way.

You didn’t say anything and continued with your gentle touches and kissing his cheek.

When Noah pulled into his parking spot in the garage, he was out of the car quickly and was grabbing your hand before you could even realise it. He closed your door and gently pushed you against it and connected your lips.

His kisses were angry, quick and messy. His right hand was placed next to your head and his left was holding your neck, meanwhile you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself and slipped one in the front of his jeans.

“God what’s gotten into you.” he leaned his forehead against yours when he felt your hand grab him over his underwear. His mouth remained open, his eyes closed.

“Let’s go upstairs.” you said suddenly and took your hand out of his jeans.

Noah couldn’t wait until the elevator brought you to his floor and pinned your body with his. This time he went for your neck, helping himself to more space with his hand on your jaw leaning it sideways.

Once you made it to Noah’s apartment you were satisfied to see his anger finally transforming into his actions. He didn’t bother stopping to take off your jackets or shoes, he just walked you backwards towards his bedroom.

Before he had a chance to push down on his bed, you whispered “I believe I owe you a thank you.” against his lips and kneeled in front of him.

You unzipped his jeans, leaving them to fall to his ankles and then slid down his underwear.

He was already hard, since the minute you touched him in his car.

You didn’t waste any time, grabbing him in both of your hands and starting the steady rhythm of your movements. You stroked him a few times and then finally took him into your mouth. Noah’s head fell backwards in bliss, “Yeah, that feels good.” he managed to slip out of his mouth.

You managed to take off your jacket with one of your hands while the other one continued touching Noah. Your mouth was focused on his tip, already swollen and leaking pre cum, your tongue teasing him. He let you push your mouth to his base a few times before saying “Come back up.” and helping you stand up.

His lips immediately found yours and your hands went for his jacket.

Slowly you stripped each other and were left with nothing on.

Noah’s body hovered over yours, he was holding his weight on his elbows when you mase it to his bed. You couldn’t hide the needines for his touch and lifted your hips from the mattress to find some kind of fraction.

“I should get angry more often huh?” you felt Noah’s lips turn into a smirk, having the time of his life seeing you so needy.

He turned your bodies over so he was laying under you, making you frown because you thought he’s going to give you a head too.

“What’s with that face huh?” he grabbed your cheek and laid you on his chest, his mouth connecting with yours quickly.

You couldn’t help yourself again and rolled your hips, feeling Noah’s dick between your thighs, his tip touching your clit for just a second. Your mouth fell open with a silent moan from that quick touch.

Noah’s hands grabbed your ass, squeezing your skin for a moment before he said “Sit on my face.” and gently pushed on your ass, signaling for you to climb his body to a position where he wanted you.

“What?” your eyes full of lust and excitement for something new were staring into Noah’s.

“Come on, get up here.” you kissed his lips a few more times before doing what he asked.

You carefully put your thighs next to his head, making sure you’re not straddling his hair or hurting him in any way, but when you felt his hands on your waist pulling you down and his mouth connecting with your clit, you didn’t care anymore.

First you didn’t know what to do with yourself, getting comfortable in this new position. Finally you settled for one hand on the headboard and the other one was gripping Noah’s hair.

His hands were holding you down, because you had tendencies to move away if it felt too good or if you didn’t want to make Noah uncomfortable.

“Stop moving.” you heard him say and the grip on your thighs became stronger.

His tongue kept dancing around your swollen clit, then licking through your lips and then entering you which made you roll your eyes to the back of your head.

“Jesus Noah!” his name from your mouth felt like heaven for him. When he felt you finally stop moving and relax into his touch, he reached for your nipple with his hand, playing with it while licking your sensitive clit.

It wasn’t just the movements of Noah’s mouth, it was also the sounds that he was doing. He felt every part of you from this angle, your thighs giving him a place of comfort. Every time he let out a goran, you heard and felt it. When you felt the familiar feeling taking over your body, you couldn’t help yourself and grind against Noah’s face. He flattened out his tongue and let you ride his face until orgasm took over your body and he kept slowly licking you through it.

You collapsed on his chest, giving him a view of yourself. He used his fingers to touch you, to feel the mess his tongue made.

When you sat back up you were not prepared for the sight of Noah’s lips and chin covered in you, glistening in the dim light that was covering his bedroom. He had a small smile on his face and his eyes were screaming “sex drunk”.

“That was hot.” he said while making eye contact with you.

“That was fucking hot.” you agreed and moved to lay next to him.

Noah gave you another smile before grabbing your chin and kissing you, making you taste yourself on his lips.

He turned on his side, his lips never leaving yours while he reached for a condom. He moved you to the center of his bed and kneeled in front of your legs. He took his time teasing you with his cock, collecting the wetness before slowly entering you.

He didn’t lean down to kiss you immediately, he liked watching you react to his body. He held one of your legs close to his chest, kissing your ankle here and there. He watched your head fall back into the pillow that was under you, your mouth open and your hands grabbing the sheets.

If you hadn't made grabby hands towards him, he would probably stay like that to watch you the whole time. But you wanted him close, you wanted to feel his skin.

He went for your neck, kissing and biting your sensitive skin while your hand slid in his hair, pulling them when his movements felt particularly good.

He was enjoying himself tonight, he wanted to make it last as long as possible.

Without a warning he slipped out of you, the sudden emptiness had you moaning his name. He started kissing your neck, then moved to your chest and stayed there for a while. He continued kissing your body until he was once again between your thighs, sucking on your clit. Your legs started to shake from the overstimulation, but he didn’t care. He stayed there until he heard your breath quicken and your legs squeeze him more and more. He pulled away just before you could reach your high.

“Fuck you.” you let slip out of your mouth before glaring at him.

“Turn around baby.” baby, he said it again. But in this state you were in, you couldn’t care less.

You turned your body so you were laying on your front this time and looked over your shoulder to see how Noah wants you. He gently lifted your hips a bit and didn’t waste any time sliding into you again.

You both let out almost animalistic sounds, pausing for a few seconds to enjoy your bodies just being connected.

Noah started slowly moving in and out, making you feel like you’re not going to be able to last long anymore. By the way his thrusts became quicker and irregular you knew he won’t last much longer either.

His hand slid around your throat, pulling you up and against his chest. His hand stayed there, adding just a bit of pressure to make you feel good. He started whispering soft words into your ear, feeling you clench around him as a reaction.

“I’ve got yout, no one is gonna talk about you like that.” or “You’re too fucking hot for that looser.”

Your head fell back to Noah’s shoulder, your hand slid down your body to play with yourself to get to your high quicker. You felt Noah’s hand put more pressure on your throat and that was it for you, orgasm took over your body and you grabbed Noah’s forearm to stabilize yourself. You were moaning mess, squeezing Noah while he fucked you through the orgasm until you felt him finish too. His grip on your body tightened and you felt him bite the skin on your shoulder. You stayed like that for a minute, both catching your breath.

Noah slowly laid you back down, slipping out of you and collapsing right next to you. You turned your head so you could look at him. He was laying on his back, his eyes still closed and his breath still quick. You reached down for his blanket and put it over your bodies, enjoying this moment after.

“I meant it Ella, no one is going to talk about you like that.” Noah’s eyes were still closed, but you noticed his brows frown a little. You knew he was being serious, but after what he just did to you, you couldn’t help yourself with a little joke.

“I won’t mind it if it ends up like this every time.”

“Shut up, I’m serious.” he finally opened his eyes and turned his head to look at you.

“I know Noah, I was just joking. Thank you.” you pressed a small kiss to his shoulder and he looked satisfied with that reaction. “Well, unless-” you didn’t get to finish that sentence because you felt a pillow on your face, causing you to laugh at Noah’s reaction at your attempt for another joke.

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[sinmartini]

"crybaby." // soldier boy

notes: MDNI 18+ summary: soldier boy knows exactly how to get under your skin. luckily, he knows how to fix it, too. wc: 1110 warnings: p in v (unprotected), dubcon, use of the word 'dad,' arrogant!soldier boy (what else is new), pet names, fem!reader, not proofread, objectification, slight misogyny, age gap, gun mention.

“I don’t like you,” you told Soldier Boy. Plain and simple. That was that. 

There was something about the way he stared, about the way he spoke, about the way he moved. Leather clinging to his skin, a gun plastered to his hip as he barely glanced at you when you talked to him. 

Soldier Boy, or Ben, was the newest addition to your team, and you had never met anyone who could get under your skin the way he could. He didn’t even have to speak to crawl under your skin, resting against every single one of your nerves. It was amazing, truly, the way he could rile you up with a flick of his brow, or the arrogance caress of his tongue against his bottom lip.

Ben only made a gruff noise in response, but you could see the way he lifted his shoulders and dropped them in a way that exuded, ‘I don’t really care.’

“You’re arrogant,” you told him, deciding that right now was the best time to list all of the things about him that drove you crazy (newsflash: getting into it with Soldier Boy while the two of you were alone was probably your dumbest idea to date), “you stretch out on the couch like you own the place, the way you walk irritates me, and I think you’re unkind.”

Ben finally looked over at you, a small smirk dancing across his lips as he began counting all of the items you listed on his fingers. You tried not to watch the flick of his fingers, the way the veins on his hands popped as you spoke. “Only four things? There’s gotta be more, princess.”

“See!” You stood from the couch, hoping someone— Frenchie, Hughie, Kimiko— would walk through the door and save you from having to spend too much alone time with Ben. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You’re so arrogant.”

“I never said I wasn’t,” Ben threw his shoulders up, nonchalance washed over his features like he didn’t have a care in the world. It was absolutely, mind bogglingly infuriating to you.

Typically, you let this kind of stuff roll off your back. If someone annoyed you, you could ignore it. Hell, even if someone was downright mean to you, it was easy to remove yourself from the feelings it stirred and detach from the situation. But for whatever reason, that was not the case with Soldier Boy. The more you tried to detach yourself, the more you found yourself doing the complete opposite.

“Whatever,” you huffed, falling back into the couch, careful to leave enough space between yourself and Ben.

“I think you just don’t know how to handle me,” Ben stated, running his palm against the meat of his thigh as he stretched his legs out, completely manspreading.

“What?” The hell was that supposed to mean?

“I mean,” Ben sat up straighter, his eyes now locked on the side of your head as you tried your best to not catch his gaze, “I think you’re used to boys who you can boss around, and I don’t take shit like that from you which makes you feel a little… Well, crazy.”

You could feel your throat tightening. The worst thing about when you felt angry, or worse, called out, was the tears that would prickle at the corner of your eyes. As soon as that feeling settled in, it was hard to stop. Saliva pooled in your mouth, frustration causing your heart to beat a little faster.

“No,” you tried to correct him, but your voice quivered just enough to catch his attention, and his expression which was once nonchalant was now piqued with interest. You could see it, the way Ben’s eyes were lighting up, his lips turning upward into a devilish smile. And this was probably the most irritating thing about him— he was so handsome.

“Crybaby,” Ben cooed, his tone laced with mockery, a delicate taunt dancing across his face as he offered a faux pout. “Come here.”

You sat there, arms crossed over your chest as he mocked you, only adding to the pressure you felt in your chest and tightness in your throat. How were you supposed to respond to that? As so many iterations of responses you might be able to conjure if you weren’t feeling so overwhelmed flowed in and out of your brain, Ben piped up once more. “I said c’mere.”

There wasn’t any rhyme or reason as to why you listened to him, why you moved across the couch cushions like a kitten, and crawled into his lap when you were just telling him how much you didn’t like him. And you didn’t understand why you didn’t protest when he lifted your skirt just enough to slide his thumb in between your thighs and stroke softly, almost in a soothing way.

“Dad’s gotcha,” Ben said, and you froze at his words, not expecting to like the way they fell from his lips in hushed whisper, “we’ve just gotta fuck it out right, princess?”

And that’s how you ended up with his cock inside of you, curling up into you as he moved you up and down his shaft in a beat that kissed your cervix with every slam. His hands were wrapped around your hips, fingers indented into your skin in such a harsh way, you were sure there would be bruises in the shape of his fingers tomorrow.

Whines pulled from your throat, falling from your lips as your eyes rolled to the back of your head in pure ecstasy.

“I hate you,” you told him, riding him reverse cowgirl style on the couch that the rest of team payback would be splaying out on later. Did you feel a little guilty for this? Yeah. A bit. But no one had to know, right?

“You don’t hate me, princess,” Ben corrected, pushing up into you as his large hands moved your core back down on him. That one motion pushed you over the edge completely, hitting your peak without any clitoral stimulation.

The moans that came from you were moans you didn’t even know you could curate. They sounded innately primal, desire consuming your every being as you rode out your high on his cock, sweat accumulating in a thin layer on top of your skin. 

“We’ll do that again?” You asked Ben, nearly forgetting that this was the same man you were adamant about hating, his cock still inside of you as you leaned your back against his chest, heaves causing your chest to rise and fall at a fast pace, “right?”

“If you’re good,” Ben could only chuckle.

[xylatox]

And alas, the final chapter the thorns and flowers, it's such a bittersweet feeling that the end is here.

God I love the change in their relationship like—by the time yeonjun was leaving, he couldn’t be less surprised—and more content—when you were there to hug him goodbye, cozily wrapped into his cardigan and cute fluffy socks he put on you himself to keep you warm. he pecked your nose and promised to text you every free second, as you hugged him tight mumbling that you wouldn’t stop bothering him if he didn’t keep the promise. — they are so cute, but my poor darling reader overthinking it noo :(

The progressive intimacy is so insane like??? I genuinely have no other words but it's so good, it does hurt to see that the busyness(?) made the relationship a bit strained, and the fights:( I'm heartbroken, and I know people can say things in the heat of the moment, but yet my heart really does break when the quarrel occurs. I know this part is the thorns, but it still hurts yknow.

but yeonjun wouldn’t be himself if he let it stay that way—he just hoped you wouldn’t hate him for it—and scooped you up, careful to not let the plushie fall, as he carried you to his bed, laying you down gently and checking that you had everything you needed. he threw one last glance at you before grabbing his own things, including one of his t-shirt that you used to sleep in, now carrying a mix of both your scents, and left the bedroom—it was his obligation to sleep on the couch, never yours.— I know they stoll love each other, but fights still break my heart :(

the bond was back. his soulmate was back too. right when it was the worst possible moment—when he wasn’t even sure if his lover would forgive him, when he needed love and comfort more than anything, when he wanted nothing more than be weak. he thought he wouldn’t care, thought these parts of him had long since healed or dead, but now… now it felt like someone who had been by his side through the warmest moments of his life, who had grown up with him, who had been a long-forgotten dream and long-abandoned hope and could only bring tranquility and happiness into his life, was suddenly back. like his first love had come back.—oh my god no.

Like ik it's a soulmate au, but I feel like a clown LOL, I know they're meant to be but I couldn't help but feel so shocked at that moment, like ofc we realized from readers perspective that it was just her but God. Something about this soulmate bond makes me so scared. But Jjun also thinking it's coincidence just :((( baby no

“can we take our time, please?” you asked quietly, looking up at yeonjun, as he moved your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear with a puzzled expression. “all that… soulmates thing. i'm still so confused…” you admitted, ashamed. not even because you were postponing talking about it, but because you felt so unbelievably dumb for not noticing it earlier—the way yeonjun just fit right in into you life, mind, heart and soul, as if there was a place shaped exactly for him and no one else, made it pretty obvious. — god I love them your honor.

A moment to appreciate the world building of this fic, it's so darn amazing oh my god.

“they align, jjun,” you whispered into his skin, and he instantly understood why your heart was beating so fast. there were myths about aligning marks, but none of the wild roses ever mentioned it, so he had brushed it off as another lie without a second thought, never even considering checking it with you. “so…” you swallowed thickly. “is it enough to… be sure we’re soulmates?”—this kind of intimacy is so insane.

I absolutely love the end, I love that despite a the chaos that came with their bond, they still found each other and will always be meant for each other. This was an insane 3 part series and a lovely way for me to end of the valentines series. This was absolutely amazing.

₊ ˚ ⊹ ♡ . ⠀wild roses | chapter 3 ; the thorns and flowers

⠀⠀⠀neighbour!yeonjun x fem!reader

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genre ; soulmate au, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, humour, smut            wordcount ; 19.6k

warnings | tags ; unhealthy relationship with pain [mentions of self-inflicted pain and self-neglect]; yeonjun does some kinda questionable stuff [less questionable, but yeah, he continues]; self-hate and self-pity; fighting, injury and yeonjun overworks himself

smut warnings ; dom + soft sadist yeonjun x sub + soft masochist reader; no condoms [reader is on pills]; pain inflicting; yeonjun and reader are horny and use it as copying mechanism. ⠀⠀⠀mentions of wet dreams, free use kink, oral, somnophilia, cockwarming, dumbification; ⠀⠀⠀descriptions of spit play and cum play, hair pulling, choking, spanking / slapping; ⠀⠀⠀smut scenes with marking, fingering, cumming inside.

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the next morning was a bit strange, but in a good way—yeonjun woke up early and tried to carefully leave the bed so as not to wake you up on a saturday, but you still stirred awake and sleepily followed him to the kitchen. he couldn’t stop throwing glances thinking how cute you were as you struggled to stay awake, your head leaning against the wall—you kept yawning, rubbing your eyes, looking like a little sleepy kitten that just needed to crawl back into bed and sleep as much as it wanted. he tried to send you off, but you refused to leave the kitchen, insisting you were perfectly awake—your sentence was interrupted by a yawn not once, but twice. 

when yeonjun returned from the bathroom to grab the hairdryer, he found you curled up on the couch right where you could see the bathroom door—well, if you weren't fast asleep. he almost let you rest, but considering how stubborn you’d been earlier… he woke you up, asking if you wanted to keep him company while he dried his hair. of course, you didn’t say no, trailing after him like the cutest little ghost before perching on the countertop. you were a bit more awake now, watching him drying his hair and giggling when he kept using the dryer to warm your cold hands and feet. he couldn’t stop smiling the whole time—he felt the happiest he had ever been.

by the time yeonjun was leaving, he couldn’t be less surprised—and more content—when you were there to hug him goodbye, cozily wrapped into his cardigan and cute fluffy socks he put on you himself to keep you warm. he pecked your nose and promised to text you every free second, as you hugged him tight mumbling that you wouldn’t stop bothering him if he didn’t keep the promise. 

but you started overthinking more and more the more awake you got—were you too clingy? too annoying and needy? at first, you wanted to bring yeonjun lunch and spend extra time with him, but you weren’t sure if he wanted to see you, so you decided to stay at his apartment, grabbing your laptop from your place to busy yourself with something. you still couldn’t stop thinking about it, though, trying to figure out how you were supposed to behave now, when you were dating—you didn’t want to ruin everything.

yeonjun noticed the way your texts were becoming more closed off, so he wasn't sure you still were at his place, and he was relieved to see you there. you even came out to greet him, making his heart melt at your slightly awkward hug as you shyly pecked his cheek. he still noticed something was wrong, though, and when you told him what was bothering you, deciding to be honest, he tried his best not to smile at how cute you were. he felt like his heart was going to burst, but he took your hands in his, kneeling before the couch you were sitting on and saying that you could do anything you wanted, anything that felt natural for you, and while he knew it could be risky, he still wanted to give you freedom.

that was how yeonjun found out you were clingy—you loved hugging him, being held by him or just touching or being touched in any way. you never was too much, though, always just perfect—you never got upset over him asking you to give him some space or wanting to spend time with his friends, welcoming him back into your arms just as warmly as if he’d never left. you always reached out for him despite shyness—if he didn’t reach out first, of course, and you always seemed to glow when he did, looking at him like he put stars in the sky, not simply took your hand. 

and yeonjun loved touching you—he was basically obsessed with it, as if he were a man who had never touched or been touched in his life. it felt like he needed to have his hand on you whenever he had the opportunity, and he couldn’t be happier when he found out you were just as clingy and enjoyed his touches as much as he enjoyed giving them to you. every time he felt you leaning into his hand or murmuring how nice it felt and how you wished his touch could stay on you forever, his heart grew a little fuller.

later, when you progressed to yet another stage, yeonjun also found out that your sex drive was… high. strangely enough, it matched his own well, and while he tried to keep things vanilla between you, the two of you still managed to test out almost every surface of his and your apartments, whenever and wherever he managed to get a hard-on or you clung to him just a bit differently than usual, looking at him that way with the softest ‘jjun…’ he had ever heard. 

yeonjun wasn’t sure he had ever found you not wet. of course, there always was at least a bit of foreplay before putting his hand down your bottoms—grinding against you for a bit, kissing every sensitive spot on your neck and shoulder, whispering a few praises with a huge emphasis on ‘my’—but it only affected how wet you were. he teased you once about it and you, completely embarrassed, admitted that he was just too hot while doing basically anything, let alone touching you or saying all this “hot stuff”. he wouldn’t believe your words if he wasn’t ‘witnessing’ it with his own fingers pretty much often.

so it wasn’t much of a surprise that while yeonjun tried to keep his kinks hidden from you, as most of them walked hand in hand with pain or other sides of himself that he wanted to hide, because he was almost sure you were that kind of a wild rose that wasn’t into it, a free use kink was introduced relatively early, and—oh—how bad you both loved it. he hadn’t really had an opportunity to try it fully despite being interested, sticking to one-night stands for years, and you heard of it before, thinking it was hot and, well, it suited the sex life of you two pretty well. at first, yeonjun wasn’t sure he’d be able to stay vanilla—free use kink sounding kinda rough—but it was just as giggly, happy and full of smiles, while the bed was reserved for something more serious and prolonged. 

it slowly flowed into a low-key somnophilia, when yet another night yeonjun woke up from your soft whimpers of his name into his neck, as you clenched the fabric of his t-shirt in your hand and tried to grind yourself against his thigh. these nights were the hardest for him, because his body immediately reacted to how needy you were for him, but he never woke you up—until one night it was just too much after almost a week of no proper sex because of your busy and draining schedules. 

yeonjun shook your shoulder gently, whispering your name along with a bunch of sweet nicknames, when he realized his already painful hard-on wouldn't go away on its own. you stirred awake eventually, heart almost thumping in your chest as you tried to catch your breath and shoosh the remnants of the dream away—they had become softer and more vanilla when you started having sex, but recently the dreams were getting more and more kinky, returning to the way they were before you started dating. 

you knew yeonjun understood what kind of dream it was, and you feared he'd laugh at you or, worse, be disgusted, so you sat up, crawling back from him and looking down on your hands in shame, ready to hear anything he wanted to say. but when he sat up too, facing you, you saw the tent in his boxers, a dark gray wet patch on top, visible even in the dim light. your mouth filled with saliva as you clenched around nothing—you wanted to taste him and feel him stretch you so perfectly and actually just anything he desired after that long week, the remnants of the dream making your already insane need for him almost maddening.

yeonjun nodded when you finally looked him in the eyes—he was too horny to joke about them being up there, and you were feeding his ego so badly by looking at his dick like you were ready to beg for it any moment. the thought made him twitch—gosh, he hoped he'd hear you truly begging one day. he moved closer, parting your knees with his, as he put his hands on your bare thighs, ready to manhandle you the second you agreed. “right now or til morning?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

you looked at him almost towering over you, resembling a predator ready to pounce—hell, how anyone could be that hot in the middle of the night with hair in a complete mess? just looking at him made you dripping wet. you thought you would do anything he told you right now, and if he didn't, you were ready to beg. you licked your lips before answering almost breathlessly. “right now.” 

neither of you were sure you actually finished the already short sentence before yeonjun's lips were on yours, and you were lying on your back, his elbow by the side of your head as he wrapped your leg around his waist—the rest of your limbs followed the action on their own accord. how badly he tried to keep his teeth to himself, licking your lower lip instead of biting it, as he grinded his dick against you, mentally cursing himself for not thinking about taking your underwear off earlier—he knew he wouldn't be able to stop and detach himself from you now. 

you moaned into yeonjun's lips—the angle he grinded at was just right, and your mind went absolutely crazy when you thought of these messy, full of saliva kisses he blessed you with unfairly rarely. his tongue slipped between your lips almost reflexively the second you gave him space to do it, and he groaned at the way you tightened your legs around his waist, your calves trying to press his hips closer to yours. 

if yeonjun thought it'd be difficult to stay vanilla before—considering he already failed it by the too dominant way he was treating you— he realized it was absolutely impossible, when you whimpered a few needy “jjun, please, inside”s into his lips and then neck, clinging to him like that. how could he not pull your hair, wrap his fingers around your neck, grip your wrists, dig his nails into your thighs, cover your neck in bites, spank you and do everything he did to you in his dreams when you sounded exactly like you did there? 

yeonjun needed to be inside you—fuck, he probably needed it more than you did, before your tiny, beautifully pathetic ‘please’, repeated again and again, managed to rob him of the last pieces of sanity and control he was holding onto so desperately. he clenched the bed sheets as hard as he could, stopping himself from grabbing your jaw to force your mouth away from his neck so he could shut you up with his lips. or how good you'd look with my hand on your face, he thought, tilting your head as gently as he could in his current state to press his lips against yours again, swallowing your last whimpers before you got distracted by his tongue once more. 

you doubted you would ever feel or taste heaven—definitely not after what was happening right now—but were you sure yeonjun tasted and felt better than any heaven anyone in the universe could imagine. he barely started, and you already didn't want it to end—the thought, the only thought your dazed mind could come up with except ‘more’, ‘jjun’, and ‘please’, making you tighten your hold around him, not wanting to let him go.

yeonjun cursed quietly—he loved having you close—any moment actually—and especially when you were having sex, but the way you refused to move your hips away, tightening your legs around him the second he wanted to move his boxers down to free his dick so he could finally fuck you, was driving him mad. he wanted to slap your thigh, telling you to behave, but he couldn't—he groaned into your shoulder in frustration, as he managed to finally place his hand the way it let him push your hips down. you whimpered at the loss of contact, sound soft but sinful in his ear, but kept your hips where he put them, earning a ‘good girl', that he groaned through clenched teeth as he finally freed himself and wrapped his fingers around his cock, pumping a few times.

you jerked when you felt yeonjun's fingers move a damp fabric to the side, uncovering your pussy—you almost mewled at the cool air hitting the wet skin, but he was quick to cup your center, pushing a finger inside immediately and adding a second one just a few seconds later, making you whimper. the embarrassing squelching sounds were loud in the night air, and his quiet chuckle next to your ear only worsened the embarrassment, arousing you even more and making you clench around his fingers—you enjoyed the effect he had on you too much.

every drag of yeonjun's fingers was delicious on your sensitive walls, each joint and bone and his fingertips dragged over all the needed spots, making you bite into your lip and try to move your hips too—his fingering skills were just as god-like as any skill he carried, and you would be glad to have his fingers inside of you much more often, especially if he was going to be like that from now—rough and impatient, which only made his touches and groans even rougher.

yeonjun wasn't even sure there was a point in stretching you out, given how wet you were for him already, but he was—he clenched his teeth—a fucking gentleman, never wanting to hurt you in any way—except so many ways that made his cock twitch at the thought of each one. he grinded his hips against the back of your thighs subconsciously, trying to ease the uncomfortable feeling at least a bit, as he gripped the bed sheets over your head in his fist, and it was like he reminded you what exactly you wanted to have inside. 

“jjun, please—” you choked out, holding him tighter and mewling into his neck. “need your dick s’much,” you whimpered, trying to find his cock with your hips. you loved his fingers, but, gosh, how much you loved his dick. he was almost cruel with how unfair he was about not letting you suck him off often enough. the thought made you almost sniffle. “please, jjun-ie—”

yeonjun’s eyes rolled back, as he clenched his teeth harder—his sweet, shy, vanilla girl was getting so shameless in her need for him to fuck her. gosh, he thought. he had already gotten you begging for his dick, but if he’d be able to make you go dumb for it—just the mere thought sent shivers down his spine—soulmates of you both could go fuck each other. maybe they’d be lucky enough to be as perfect for each other as the two of you were, but he didn’t give a fuck actually. he didn’t give a shit about anything, if he was honest, as he aligned himself and slowly pushed inside with a groan—he knew it was what heaven felt like.

you arched your back, digging nails into your palms, as you tried to pull yeonjun closer to you—the slight stretch was maddening, as it burned just a bit, giving you the smallest pain that you had desired for so long. he cursed into your neck, his forearm finding its place between your back and the bed for a better hold of you, pushing your t-shirt up a bit to feel your skin on his. he dug his nails into his palm too, despite almost dying to leave marks on your skin—you, already a bit less stretched out than usual, were clenching on him like a vice. you were a menace to his sanity—he knew you could do it on purpose. 

your brain fogged when yeonjun started moving—he wasn’t going exactly hard, but his thrusts were sharp, each one pushing more and more thoughts out of your head, leaving you a whimpering mess underneath him, pressed into his body. a sight to behold for him—he hoped to never forget how you felt, sounded and looked at the moment, your brain completely empty for anything except his name and ‘please’. you were shaped for him—he was completely sure—no one ever felt that good, not even close, never to the point where he just never wanted to pull out. 

it was the same for you—yeonjun always overwhelmed each one of your senses, and now he was the only thing that mattered or even existed, as if you were made for each other—he knew how to bring you to absolute madness and submission, and he didn’t even have to do anything, just existing was more than enough. each drag of his cock against your walls, was pulling you further and further away from sanity and thinking, his name being the only thing on your mind, bright as a neon sign amidst fog. his pants and groans against your neck were sending shivers down your spine, as well as the way he pressed you into himself so strongly, nearly hurting. you almost wished he did it just a bit harder, sinking his fingers and teeth into you.

yeonjun knew you were getting closer—your legs tightened yet still trembled around him, your whimpers became a bit more high-pitched, and every ‘please’ sounded more like a quiet sob, making his cock twitch at each one—was he having a thing for crying now?—and you were clenching around him so hard, he could barely move some moments. he wanted to sit up so he had a free hand to stroke your clit, but you tightened your arms around his shoulders, sobbing out a quiet ‘please, don’t’ so desperately, as if you thought he was going to leave at all. he cursed, his heart melting despite the heated moment. 

yeonjun still managed to find a way to push his hand between your bodies without moving away from you, and you threw your head back at a mere touch to your clit, clenching around him so insanely strong at the precise tight circles on it, that he gave up on thrusting at all—he didn’t care for cumming himself. his name sounded like a broken prayer on your lips, repeated again and again as you were squeezing him, your body trembling. he wanted to tattoo the image on the back of his eyelids—you looked like such a beautiful mess, the neck he wanted to bite into so badly out in the open, almost begging him to do it, but he clenched his teeth—no, he couldn't. 

you bit into your lip so hard, you were too close to draw blood, but you craved it in that moment, as if a tiny glimpse of pain was the only thing that was lacking amidst the waves of shudders going through your body as you came. it felt like you were floating, your body and mind completely consumed by yeonjun, and you couldn’t wish for anything better. he was leading you through your orgasm until your body relaxed—you could barely feel your limbs, let alone hold as tight as you were holding before, heart thumping in your chest as you tried to catch your breath and understand where you were, everything around feeling like it was behind a thick wall of water. 

yeonjun was still hard as rock inside of you—he knew he wouldn’t be able to cum, his head too busy holding back and trying to control himself, so he just held you letting you come down from your high, heavy breaths of you both mingling together as you both tried to calm your hearts down—you from the hardest orgasm you had ever had, and him from the hardest inability to cum he had ever experienced. 

but you noticed it—of course, you did, you loved it when yeonjun came inside, making you so full of his seed, that you were sure he could make you drip with it for days sometimes. it always made you feel so full, so his. so when he tried to move away, you put your last strength into your still jelly arms, trying to hold him with a quiet whimper. “jjun, need your cum, please,” you whimpered into his neck between tiny kisses, trying to tighten your legs around his waist too. “please, want to be full.”

you were a menace, yeonjun thought. a little devil sent to break his control and composure, disguised as the sweetest angel heavens could only dream of. he was almost convinced you knew how your whimpery begging affected him and used it against him, but you were too fucked out to think properly and try to manipulate—it was you. he knew you simply wanted the same thing he wanted—you always did, his softest angel pushed into that state of neediness and submission by his own hands. 

and yeonjun couldn't say no—fuck, he needed to cum more than anything, and filling you up in the process just like you both craved, was just a bonus. he started moving again, his thrusts sharper and much less controlled now as he tried to chase his own high, letting your sweet sounds consume him. he pulled you closer by you lower back again, harder that time, wanting to be as close as possible when he finally was on the verge of cumming. 

yeonjun was too far gone to notice the way he dug his fingertips into the skin of your waist, nails leaving tiny crescent moon marks and making your skin sparkle with tiny tingles, sending shivers all over your body. he did the last hard thrust, trying to get as deep as possible, stilling as he finally came, thick ropes of cum filling you one after another, as he moaned your name right into your ear. the sounds he made, the feel of his cum, mixed with the way his fingers gripped your waist in such a delicious way, brought you so close to the edge, you could barely form words in your head, but you never foresaw him sinking his teeth into your shoulder, trying to muffle his groans. the unexpected, but so desired feeling of his teeth on your skin pushing you over the edge again and making you almost black out for a second. 

when yeonjun’s mind cleared he was already peppering kisses all over your neck and jaw, whispering praises in between—it happened unconsciously, even before he could register that he bit you, so he didn't realize it; not at that moment at least. the tickling feeling of his gentle kisses and breathing made you giggle tiredly, as you opened your eyes and looked at him, enjoying the weight of his body on top of yours—you wanted to move the bangs away from his wet forehead, but you were still so weak, that your hand gave out when you just tried to lift it, and yeonjun caught it with a soft giggle, pressing his lips to your palm. 

“we should sleep, baby,” he whispered, preparing to roll off you—he already tortured your poor, tired body with his weight for longer than he had any right to. “we don’t have to get up early tomorrow.”

“mm, we don’t?” you asked quietly, not letting yeonjun move away from you, and he smiled into the skin of your neck and replied with a ‘mhm’ sending the softest vibrations into it. “stay inside?” you asked it so innocently, that he wasn’t sure he heard you right—did you mean ‘let’s stay home tomorrow’?.., but you continued. “then we can start the morning the best way. you can… wake me up that way if you want?” 

yeonjun felt his dick almost twitch at your idea and the way you said it. he wondered what he had done to his angel that night—he needed to know it so he could continue doing it to you to hear more needy filth leave your mouth in such a sweet innocent manner. he teased you about being so needy despite just cumming two times, but of course gave in, positioning you the way you’d be able to sleep without him leaving your body—cockwarming sounded nice for him too. he wondered how many kinks of his you had too—maybe he didn’t have to be so scared of opening some of them up to you?

the next morning—that, no doubts, started ‘the best way’ and brought you to the bathroom together to shower ‘the best way’ too—yeonjun noticed the mark his teeth left on your shoulder. he felt his heart sink as he whispered apologies into the bruised skin, but you said he didn’t have to apologize for anything. you were too embarrassed to say you loved it, so you just said it was ‘okay’. but he had hard times believing even ‘okay’, until he started noticing more and more often the way you caressed your shoulder, even through clothes, exactly where the mark was, with one of the softest smiles he had ever seen on you.

it was the first time yeonjun thought about something not being right in the way how right everything felt. at first, he tried to push these thoughts away, convincing himself that he was just overthinking and scared—he had been betrayed by someone ‘perfect’ already, so it was predictable. but no matter how much he tried, he knew it wasn’t about you. or him, for that matter—it was about everything. he knew you’d never pretend to be someone you weren’t, everything that was changing in you because of him, to suit him, was changing naturally, without you doing anything for it—it seemed like you already had all of it in yourself. 

clicking immediately and talking like you had known each other for a few lives already wasn’t weird, if you were alike. and being alike—or being opposite—wasn’t weird either, but it was about the amount and things that were the same or completely different. sometimes yeonjun thought you were basically twins—sleep schedules, views on the future and personal space, values, humour, expectations from relationship, approaches to conflicts, expressing love, everything that truly mattered in a long and committed relationship, were the same for you two. and sometimes you were different like fire and ice, but exactly where it was either required—like power dynamics—or didn’t matter much. 

and yeonjun thought that sex life wasn’t that—you weren’t completely the same when it came to kinks or completely opposite when it was about giving-receiving, you were just… different, and your similar sex drive was just a coincidence. but that night planted the seed of doubt into his mind—was it possible that you were holding back your true wants too, just like he was? the tiny glimpses into the way you, maybe, were, only showed him that he could be too wrong about it, and that—maybe—your sex life obeyed the ‘rules’ too. he was quick to brush it off, though, after careful thinking—if you were more submissive than he expected, it was natural for you to fall into his view on things. it started with the corruption kink after all.

what was harder to ignore was the way you fit perfectly with his flaws—the way your own ‘flaws’ aligned with his. yeonjun knew he was far from perfect. he had his… moments. moments of being possessive when he had no obvious right to be, requiring obedience in the smallest of things when he was in a truly bad mood (and just enjoying it in any mood), acting full of himself and wanting to be worshipped and admired. he always thought it was too much and had been hiding it from you for months, especially his possessive tendencies—it wasn’t hard as he wasn’t exactly jealous. he just liked knowing and seeing that you were his. it was harder when it was about his need to be obeyed and worshipped. 

but all were natural for you—yeonjun realized it much later than you started acting on it. you had no problems with wearing his t-shirts or cardigans to work, and nonchalantly telling your prying colleagues the truth about the obviously men's clothes on you that still smelled like men's perfume—“it’s of my man”. you proudly wore anything he gifted you, and when you found the custom-made velvet choker with embroidered tiny pink roses along a thorny stem on the outside, and his name in the same pink threads on the inside—he got it for you but was too embarrassed to give because of his name there—you were ecstatic, saying ‘for the better!’ and asking him to put it on you when he hesitantly pointed at his name inside. you wore the choker daily, taking it off only when he could replace his name on your neck with his lips.

you were obedient too—especially when he was in a bad mood; you once told him it wasn't because you were scared of him or anything, you just wanted to make things more comfortable for him and lighten his mood at least by it, and actually—you added much quieter—it felt natural, and he told you to do what felt natural when you only started. you never belittled him even teasingly, never trash talked him after occasional winning in video games—you preferred to do the opposite and be constantly in awe of something he had done, which he knew was sincere despite an annoying voice in his head that sometimes tried to convince him otherwise. you were just open about your feelings to him, never giving him any doubts about the way you felt. 

it wasn’t one-sided, of course—he was ready to drown you in signs of all five love languages just to show you how much he loved you—adding extra on the ones you preferred the most; you could get a bit possessive from time to time too, and yeonjun had no problems with it, wearing a tiny mouse charm and the first letter of your name on the bracelet he never took off—but to him it seemed almost insignificant compared to how many subtle or not-so-subtle signs of belonging to him you had all over yourself.

at some point the thoughts of covering the mark of the bond on your chest with marks of his love became too loud in yeonjun’s mind, so it spilled out almost against his own will in a form of asking you what you thought about marking. by the time it happened, your sex wasn’t vanilla anymore—it had a noticeable power dynamic, and he introduced more and more messy kinks into the sex life of you both—creampie, cumplay, spitplay, snowballing, sucking on fingers—each one, met with interest and excitement, making him think more often about how suspiciously compatible you were. he still was hiding the most of his kinks based on causing pain, though, but marking had a different origin for him—possession. 

you were taken aback by the question and specified if he meant the process or the result—you felt like you were fine with both, but wasn’t sure about wearing it in the open, so the result might not be what he expected. yeonjun didn’t care, though—the area he wanted to mark was always hidden by your clothes anyway, so he didn’t waste a second when you said yes to his question about marking your chest right there, on the couch of his living room. he tugged your t-shirt off and lied on top of you, his lips under your left collarbone, leaving the first mark right on the top of the stem, making it look like a rose crossing your chest. yeonjun still had a polaroid picture of that in his wallet under the pressed rose, turned away so no one could see it.

when you said you were ‘fine’ with both process and result, you had no idea you’d never be able to choose which one you loved more—the way yeonjun was gently biting, sucking, licking and kissing you skin so thoroughly, making shivers run down your spine as you were particularly dripping by the time he barely finished with the first one third of the stem, or the way each one of these marks basically claimed you to be his and even thinking of wearing so many signs of belonging was making your head spin. 

and then yeonjun bit you—harder than he was going to, he could swear it was an accident. but your eyes rolled into your head as you arched your back and moaned a soft broken ‘oh fuck’ right before biting into your hand the second he was going to start apologizing. his brain short-circuited—it didn't sound like a moan of pain at all. were you… 

yeonjun's heart started beating faster as he quickly moved his kisses up your chest to the sensitive spot on your neck, giving it a tiny lick before pressing his teeth to your skin. every inch of his body was tense, trying not to miss any slightest change in your reaction as he started slowly tightening the bite—he felt like even his breathing became quieter and rarer so he could hear if your breathing changed at least a bit. your soft whimpers were getting more desperate with each second, as you tightened the hold on his arm, and he did his best not to let it affect him.

just when yeonjun was at his limit, knowing he just couldn't bite harder, because it’d cross the line of his soft sadism and wouldn't be enjoyable for him anymore, you choked out a ‘not harder’, making his heart thump. here was your limit, he found it—exactly where his own one was. he still asked you if it was too painful already, but you shook your head and said it was on the verge of it, but the peak of pleasure was even earlier—he didn't tell you that, but he assumed where it was, and it wasn't only about how he heard you reacting to it. 

it was no surprise the discovery of your soft masochistic tendencies affected your sex life, and in addition to goofy quickies and passionate love making, the two of you started having rough, kinky sex anyone could only dream of. and at some moments, yeonjun was glad he only had one mouth and two hands—sometimes even one hand, as he preferred to be on top—and he couldn't do everything he wanted to do to you at the same time, because he wasn't sure at least one of you would leave the bed sane if it was possible. but no, it wasn't possible, and he had to choose. 

it was easy when it came to scratching, slapping, gripping, pinching and biting your skin anywhere yeonjun knew you’d enjoy it—he could find each one of your sweet spots with his eyes closed now, knowing your body like the back of his hand as if he was the one who placed each one on your body—these five were fast. well, most of the time, as sometimes you had full-on marking or spanking sessions, but they were rare compared to how often he did all of these almost automatically, without thinking about it. but it was much harder when it was coming to the rest. 

yeonjun loved pulling your hair—he loved the way it made you arch your back, no matter the position you were in, be it on your knees as he pounded your face into the sheets, your legs trembling at the way his fingers tangled into your hair to pull you up and press your back against his chest, hand moving to your neck to tighten his hold on it while he was whispering how well you were taking his cock, as if you were born just for that and nothing else; or in missionary when he thought you weren’t close enough to him and he couldn’t bring you closer with the other arm, as it was a bit too busy with leaving scratches on the back of your thigh, so he pulled your hair just to feel your chest against his. 

yeonjun absolutely loved pulling your hair to lift your face when you were on your knees before him or when he towered over you in any position—he loved the look you gave him, eyes full of admiration and worship, but the way your mouth was opening almost on its own was absolutely maddening. he didn’t even have to tell you to push your tongue out—it was like you knew he wanted you to, as he gathered his saliva in his mouth before letting it slowly drip from his tongue to yours. and if your mouth was full of his cum at that moment… he was getting hard again, no doubts. 

the hair pulling also matched well with spanking sessions—it made you stick your butt out so adorably, when you were laying across his lap, your chest and knees on the bed, skin of your butt red, as he caressed it, feeling your wetness coating the skin of his thigh already. but yeonjun found it the cutest when you were drooling while he was slapping the gentle sensitive skin of your ass and thighs, so he preferred stuffing your mouth with his fingers to make you drool even more as you tried to suck on them instinctively, your saliva flowing down his fingers waiting for him to lick it off later and make a show for you out of it. 

yeonjun enjoyed to push his fingers between your lips in missionary too, when he was able to see the way the rest of his fingers dug into your cheeks and, more importantly, to see the way you rolled your eyes in pure bliss, obediently wrapping your lips around his digits, your tongue caressing them in the most angelic way possible. he always had too little patience at these moments, wanting to have his tongue in your mouth instead of fingers, so he withdrew his fingers, earning a beautiful pathetic whine from you before shutting you up with his lips, as his fingers wrapped around your neck. 

his fingers found your neck in missionary more often than not, when yeonjun wasn’t making love to you, usually slick with your saliva or arousal, but some nights—the most restless ones—with a mix of the cum of the two of you—with what was left after you both licked and sucked it out of his fingers. but choking was the best when he fucked you from behind, hovering over you lying flat on your stomach and holding you by your neck so you had no opportunity to miss each one of his dirty whispers of what else he was going to do you that night, tomorrow night and every night further. everything before he couldn’t take it anymore and tilted your head by your jaw, finally pressing his lips against yours in a messy kiss, catching every sweet sound you were making.

at some point yeonjun realized he tried to press his lips to yours every opportunity. it was far from gentle whenever you chose to be kinky, but it barely was about ‘kinky’ at all, often becoming a bit softer and slower a few seconds in—if he wasn’t in a too hard mood, of course. it felt intimate, something he never gave anyone for years—a strict ‘no kisses’ rule for friends with benefits and one-night stands. his lips were only for you and no one else—the thought making him so sentimental once or twice, that your kinky session full of degrading praises, dumbification and sweet pain he caused you, turned into a love making. 

yeonjun was soft, actually. it wasn’t even about the fact that you still could feel his love in the kinkiest moments through the softest whispers of praises or questions of your well-being and unexpectedly gentle touches between the rough ones; not about the way he regularly made love to you, reminding you of how much you meant to him while he was driving you insane with slow drags of his cock against your sensitive walls, when nothing except him mattered. it was about the way he held you the moment both of you were done, endless praises leaving his lips as his hold on you was tight and firm, reminding you that you were safe in his arms. 

and you… you loved whatever yeonjun wanted to give you in any moment. it felt like he was reading your mind, and the moment you opened your mouth to ask him for something, he immediately did it. it happened so often that you started thinking that when you had to beg for something, it was because he wanted you to beg, not because he didn’t know you wanted something. but begging was hot and you were eager to please, so it wasn’t a big deal.

of course you both had your favourites in general when it came to, well, hurting you or craved something specific on some days—and it was completely unsurprising that they were the same for the both of you—but yeonjun had the softest spot in his heart for leaving love bites along the soulmate mark on your chest—it felt like covering it completely was making you his. the amount of attention he was paying to the mark you used to hate for what felt like your whole life, made you realize how much you'd changed. 

being with yeonjun seemed to make you forget about almost all of your worries—whenever your head wasn't busy with the task in hand, it was occupied by him, making you smile like a dummy at the mere thought of seeing him soon. it felt like endlessly falling in love with him after months of dating, and knowing that, at the same time, your love managed to be a grown-up, serious one—a love you shared with the person you chose to love and loved not only with your heart but also brain—only made it much better. you took the best part of blue and mixed it into your pink love.

you hadn't thought about your soulmate or the bond for a few months already, and when the realization suddenly hit you, you only smiled, shaking your head—you didn't care anymore. your happiness was right there, and you hoped your soulmate would find theirs too. just with someone else, not with you—you doubted even your own soulmate could make you happier and complete you better than yeonjun, no matter what they said about soulmates and their connection outside the flower-type bond. he already was all of that for you and more.

you felt safe with yeonjun, always protected, and you knew it was foolish—at least the first few months—but you just couldn’t get rid of these feelings, and even when you were cautious, they were still present. it was easy to talk to him, easy to open your heart and mind. you knew he’d never judge you or call you an idiot for your own mistakes. instead, he simply helped you deal with them if you needed it, because he knew you could draw conclusions yourself—without his nagging. it felt like you had known each other for a few lives before meeting in the current one, with how naturally everything started.

silence was comfortable with him too—sometimes yeonjun was tired from talking to so many people, which was required by his work, and he just didn’t want to talk, but still needed to recharge, so you could sit silently in the same room or shoulder to shoulder, doing your own stuff comfortably. he easily did the same for you, back-hugging you and watching you play on your phone or switch, when you needed to recharge—he was your personal charger, not letting you go until you felt fine. and it was natural for you both to know when the other one needed it, slipping into charger mode immediately. 

yeonjun… synchronized well with you and your emotions, just as you did with his—you both were empathic and knew each other really well. he knew when you faked your smile while meeting someone from your past or someone you simply disliked when you were out together, and you knew when he was trying to keep his anger inside over some minor inconvenience on a bad day, even when his face remained completely calm. and you both knew what the other one needed at those moments, whether it was a tiny kiss or a hand squeeze. 

his touches always felt so, so right, from the first day. yeonjun knew where and how you preferred to be touched, and what areas you’d rather stay untouched. he always—always—made sure it was okay before touching you in a new way for the first time, and he always made sure you knew you could ask him to stop or even make him stop with your own hands. you never did, though—his touches were comforting and grounding, making everything so much better.

you were in synch on the kitchen, never colliding or hitting each other with cupboard doors and drawers; in the bathroom when you both needed to get ready at the same time; in the crowded elevator when yeonjun cornered you to shield you from strangers—just in case—his giggles warm against your ear. it felt like you were always waltzing, no step wrong or out of place, and even if it happened, the other one adjusted naturally to match or catch.

it was like that with everything—you barely had any fights because there were almost no problems, and if something did happen, you were quick to deal with it by talking it out before it escalated into anything more. but of course, there couldn’t be no fights at all. it was too good to be true, and you should’ve expected for it to happen one day. 

the month was tiring for yeonjun—the k-pop agency he was working with had comebacks stacked one after another and wanted him to work on more of their groups, so he had to manage three at roughly the same time, which was three times more than he was used to. it wouldn’t have been too difficult if he was only handling choreographies for well-established artists who had a team of trainers working with them regularly, but audition season for another agency was starting in a month, and out of habit, he had opened a few training slots for it—already too tired to think before doing it.

yeonjun tried to find a way to keep it from affecting your relationship, especially now that it finally felt like you were fully opened up to each other, but it was almost impossible. he felt like shit for neglecting you—you were going home alone more and more often each week, as soobin was rushing to his not-just-friend-anymore the moment the workday was over, and yeonjun often couldn’t find even five minutes in his tight schedule. at least the sun was setting late already, so you didn’t have to go in the dark. you barely had any dates now, too—he was always too tired, and even the ones at home ended with him falling asleep most of the time. 

you were an angel, though, more patient than he ever deserved in his honest opinion. you were waking him up with the tiniest kisses all over his face whenever he fell asleep on the couch, just so he’d go to bed and not be even more sore in the morning; you were bringing him lunch, wasting your own lunchtime on it, when he had no time to go and buy himself something or forgot to order—you always said it was completely fine because you could eat while working; some days, you woke up at five a.m. just to kiss him goodbye, wish him a good day, and remind him that you loved him more than anything.

it wasn’t easy already, but that week was straightforward hell for yeonjun—it felt like everyone needed him at the same time, and each one thought their need was the most important one, the lack of sleep and food was taking a toll on him, and every time you were nothing but patient and loving to him, he was ready to pull his hair out in anger and frustration, because he couldn’t understand how in the world you didn’t hate him yet. it was bound to end in a fight, and he started avoiding you just to keep from snapping—and not like it was too difficult with his schedule.

you noticed it, of course—how could you not? you still tried your best to be understanding, but it was starting to feel forced. you couldn’t keep trying to comfort someone who kept subtly refusing it, especially when you needed comfort yourself. you were going to bed alone, waking up alone—it felt like you were living with a ghost, and at least the ghost was leaving signs of his presence in the form of dirty dishes in the dishwasher and sweaty training clothes in the washing machine. you weren’t even sure when was the last time you looked at yeonjun properly, let alone touched or kissed him. he still held you in his sleep, but it didn’t count. 

it didn’t help that your body started getting sore out of nowhere, your muscles nagging and tugging each morning. it wasn’t unusual to feel physically weakened due to emotional exhaustion—not to mention you weren’t sleeping or eating well either, worrying your heart out for yeonjun—but it was just annoying, as if your body couldn’t just cooperate for a bit until that period passed. it kept piling up, and on a particularly bad day when nothing seemed to go right, you ran out of patience—it was a friday night, and you needed your boyfriend. needed to at least know he was fine. 

it was already dark when a young boy left the practice room yeonjun was working in, seeing you outside and bowing. you knocked on the door and entered without waiting for the response. relief washed over you at finally seeing him—it felt like both physical and mental exhaustion were starting to leave your body, the walls you had built around your emotions  beginning to crack. you wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and finally relax in their safety. at least until you saw the way he didn’t even try to pretend he was happy to see you.

“what are you doing here?” yeonjun asked, his voice harsher than he expected—it wasn’t just exhaustion; he was starving, his head was pounding, and seeing you, the one person he could allow himself to be weak with—the one he had been mistreating so badly—only made things worse. he just had to push through this last class of the day, and he could go home, but now, with you standing in front of him, he wasn’t sure if he would break down or explode, and neither was welcome. 

you were taken aback—that was what he had to say after barely seeing you for a week? “wanted to check on my boyfriend,” you snapped—the soreness was creeping back, and you felt a dull pain starting to form in the back of your head. “have you seen him maybe?” 

yeonjun rubbed his temples—he was so not in the mood to fight, it was probably one of the worst moments of the month for it. “listen, if you want to fight—”

‘to fight’?! what the hell was he thinking of you? “no, yeonjun. i don’t want to fight. i want you to rest properly and stop overworking yourself,” you barely noticed how your voice was starting to rise. 

“it’s my job, can you understand?” he threw the small towel he had been wiping his sweat off with to the side in frustration—he had five minutes left until the next class, and now he had to waste them fighting with you, when you weren’t even supposed to be here.

“i’m your girlfriend, can you understand?!” you couldn't remember the last time you had been so frustrated. “can you, please, try not to forget there's your girlfriend waiting for you at home, worrying about you every night,” the words were full of venom, but you just couldn't stop.

oh, yeonjun never forgot—you waited, worried, cared, wanted to make everything easy for him instead of just doing the only thing he truly deserved after neglecting and mistreating you—leaving him. he was so frustrated that the next words left his lips before he could think twice. “maybe she should've waited at home then instead of coming here because she can't live without my attention?” 

your eyes tingled, as you felt your heart sink, a dull pain spilling over inside your chest. you knew yeonjun didn't mean it, but that didn't to stop the lump from forming in your throat. because it wasn't even about him—it was about you. you were that girl again, the one who realized her soulmate was having sex with someone else, invisible lines on her back burning almost as painfully as her eyes as she tried to not to cry in the middle of class. the pain was almost the same, and it felt like all those years of growing up, maturing, trying to accept the betrayal, and finally moving on had never happened. you were her once again—completely alone in the world, betrayed by the person who was supposed to be the closest to her heart. 

yeonjun felt it too—the tugging pain spreading from the middle of his chest to his throat, making him want to throw up in the desperate hope that it'd rid him of the feeling. he was there again, he was him again—it was the same time, soon to be night, but the other side of the world, and one moment he was the happiest person in the universe, and the next—he felt that pain. he remembered what came next—it was engraved in his brain no matter how much he tried to forget. realization. the most painful realization of his life. it was different that time, though—he wasn't the one who was in pain, he was the one who was the reason for it. 

but no, the realization followed this time too—yeonjun felt like he was punched in the chest. he was the reason his soulmate had felt that way all those years ago. they could feel the deep drag of her nails down his back, and it was the clearest sign he had betrayed their bond. just like he had betrayed your trust and feelings now, your bond. he wasn't that poor boy anymore—he was worse. the boy had been deceived, he hadn’t meant to hurt his soulmate, but yeonjun had no excuse for his words.

you took a deep breath—you couldn't be that girl now, you had to protect her despite your own pain—and looked at yeonjun. “maybe she should have. maybe even at her own home” you said quietly, turning around to leave the practice room, placing a hand over your heart involuntarily, hoping it'd ease the uncomfortable tugging feeling.

yeonjun could barely register the pain in his chest, lost in thought—was that what he was? back then and now to?. all these years had meant nothing because he had stayed the same—someone who didn't deserve to be happy. your words reached him, though—almost too late, but they still did. “don't leave alone, it's dark,” he said, his voice void of emotion. “i’ll tell the trainee i’ll be late and walk you home. wait for me on the ground floor.”

you didn't say anything, just nodded—despite knowing yeonjun didn't see it as he turned around to grab his jacket. you didn't wait for him here either—not wanting to endure the uncomfortable awkward elevator ride, and, after all, he had told you to wait on the ground floor, not here. but of course, it didn't help anyway, because you still had to walk home together, and it was the worst walk home you'd ever experienced—you didn't hold hands like you usually did, didn't talk, didn't even say goodbye properly when he brought you to your floor and didn't even step out of the elevator, simply pressing the ground floor button.

when yeonjun returned home, he found you sleeping on the couch and it was obvious that you hadn’t just dozed off while waiting for him—you were wrapped in your blanket, the fox plushie held tight against your chest—you had brought your belongings here, because you didn't want to share a bed with him tonight. the choking pain in his chest rose, but… he finally got what he deserved after this month and especially this week. there was still a small spark of hope he wanted to ignore, though—you had chosen to sleep on his couch, leaving him the bed that was far more comfortable, instead of sleeping in an even more comfortable bed at your place that was just two steps away.

but yeonjun wouldn’t be himself if he let it stay that way—he just hoped you wouldn’t hate him for it—and scooped you up, careful to not let the plushie fall, as he carried you to his bed, laying you down gently and checking that you had everything you needed. he threw one last glance at you before grabbing his own things, including one of his t-shirt that you used to sleep in, now carrying a mix of both your scents, and left the bedroom—it was his obligation to sleep on the couch, never yours. 

it was a bad night for both of you—it was cold, uncomfortable, and lonely for you two who hadn’t slept alone since you started dating. you wanted to apologize early in the morning—for coming to his work and making him stay there longer because he had wasted time walking you home and had to start an already late class later, for starting that fight in general, and for being petty by making a scene of sleeping on the couch, and, of course, you wanted thank him for carrying you to the bed. but by the time you woke up at five a.m., he was already gone, and you thought that maybe it was too late to apologize now.

yeonjun wanted to wake you up with breakfast in bed, a huge bouquet, and an even bigger apology, along with a serious conversation about that month—the way it went for both of you, how he could make it better, and how to avoid repeating it in the future. but four hours of bad sleep, full of draining dreams on the verge of nightmares, left him even more exhausted than before he had gone to bed. being jolted awake by a call from the agency, saying he was needed there in half an hour, only made things worse. that tiny spark of hope he still had before falling asleep was extinguished under a cold, bone-deep exhaustion, and he came to the conclusion that you deserved much better than him.

the gap between you two seemed insurmountable—neither of you had even noticed it growing over the past month, and now you didn’t know how to make it smaller, or if that even was possible. these thoughts, along with the persistent ache in your chest, made you careless—you kept stumbling over completely flat surfaces, managed to knock a pack of ramyeon down on the floor, and at least had been quick enough to jump back before the hot water could spill on you. little, frustrating things kept happening—your bag strap getting caught on the door handle, your sleeve snagging on a cabinet—and it was such a terrible time for all of it...

yeonjun, however, barely had time to think about anything. the first half of his day was pure chaos—there were always at least two dozen people around him, loud and hectic, pulling him from one place to another, his brain constantly on overdrive. but when it was finally time for personal classes, which were much quieter and calmer, the thoughts of how badly he had ruined everything returned. the last time he had been in a state like this, he had overworked his mind and body until he could neither stand nor think, but this time, he already barely had any strength for either. still, he opted for stretching—it was necessary anyway and the tugging pain in his ligaments might at least distract him from the one in his chest.

yeonjun was almost done with the stretching when he suddenly felt something prick his finger. he hissed, instinctively looking down at his hand and the floor beneath it—but everything seemed fine. the floor was completely clean, and there was nothing visible on his skin either. he brushed it off—maybe there had been some crumb or something, and he pushed it away when lifting his hand. but throughout the entire class, he kept  feeling the same thing here and there on his hands, even when the only thing around them was air. the pain in his chest was soon replaced by a much nauseating feeling in his gut—deep down, he knew what it was, even though he had long forgotten how it felt, but he didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want it to be true. it was just a coincidence, his body was playing tricks on him, he was imagining things—anything except that one. 

but it was impossible to deny, when yeonjun felt as if his whole hand had been pushed into a thorny bush while he was simply making himself coffee—his replacement for lunch between classes. he felt nauseous, staring at his hand, his head spinning—it was like a few lifetimes had passed since he had last experienced this, and now all the memories came crashing down on him like a wave. scraped hands and knees, pulled hair, paper cuts, bee stings, cold burns, sewing prickles, sprained ankles, growing pains, headaches, ear piercings, blisters and sore feet, tongue burns and bites, minor cuts, period cramps—he had never seen them, but it felt as if he’d been by their side for their whole lives, experiencing every significant stage of their growth along with them.

the bond was back. his soulmate was back too. right when it was the worst possible moment—when he wasn’t even sure if his lover would forgive him, when he needed love and comfort more than anything, when he wanted nothing more than be weak. he thought he wouldn’t care, thought these parts of him had long since healed or dead, but now… now it felt like someone who had been by his side through the warmest moments of his life, who had grown up with him, who had been a long-forgotten dream and long-abandoned hope and could only bring tranquility and happiness into his life, was suddenly back. like his first love had come back.

the thoughts made yeonjun want to throw up, as he slowly lowered himself onto the floor, back against the mirror. he had betrayed you yesterday, he was betraying you now with these feelings and thoughts, and more than anything, he was terrified that he would betray you in the future. he ran his fingers through his hair and hid his face in his palms—he didn’t know what to do. he knew what he wanted—to break the bond completely, to never meet his soulmate, to live a happy life with someone he had chosen and would choose again and again in every lifetime—you. but the first part was impossible, and he knew he had to get a grip on himself and hold onto it for the rest of his life. but he was ready to do it—for you.

yeonjun took a deep, shaky breath—the class was starting soon, and it was time for him to pull himself together. there were people waiting for him, expecting their choreographer to guide them, not to crumble under the weight of something they had nothing to do with. and he couldn’t let them down—he had been letting down too many things recently, and if he let you down too… the only thing he’d have left was his job. so he pushed himself up from the floor, took another deep breath, and tried to drown himself in his work. 

it was almost impossible to notice that something was wrong when yeonjun was in his element, giving himself completely to the music and movement. but each little break, when the music wasn't filling his mind, made him feel worse, as if overthinking and the tiny invisible cuts in his hands were gathering strength whenever his head was busy—only to hit him harder the moment his mind emptied. for the first time, he counted down the hours until the day was over with dread—he was scared to come home and not see you there. you, and any traces of you, because you had finally realized you deserved better.

but yeonjun had no choice—if you chose to leave, he had to accept it, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how painful it would be to see you every day as nothing more than a neighbour. he simply wanted you to be happy, with him or without him. and his soulmate… he hoped the bond would shut down again—which wouldn't take long if you decided to leave. he knew his heartbreak would be too strong for him to cope with it in a healthy way, and the bond would try to protect them from him. 

the first thing yeonjun saw when he opened the front door was the light from the kitchen. he swallowed thickly—it still wasn’t too dark, so maybe you had just forgotten to turn it off when leaving…? but the next second, he heard a quiet sniffle coming from inside, followed by a dull thud—something falling or, more likely, being thrown—and his heart felt the lightest in a whole day, you were here. then, a second realization hit him—you were crying. and you had thrown something. you needed to be held. he quickly took off his shoes, tossed his bag and jacket somewhere, and rushed to you.

you were sitting on the bar stool, your lower lip caught between your teeth as you tried to wipe away angry tears that just refused to stop. you didn’t even notice yeonjun until you felt his strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his hold. the moment he did, the tension in you melted away, the safety of his embrace making it easier to be weak. with a quiet hiss, you wrapped your arms around his waist, and your angry tears shifted—becoming ones of exhaustion and relief at the same time. you needed him more than anything.

yeonjun couldn’t believe how close he had been to throwing everything away because of some stupid soulmate bond, close to ruining it all with his own hands, choosing to overwork himself and make you worry, leaving you completely alone and calling you an attention seeker when you confronted him about it. and yet, you still took him back, still clung to him like you needed his comfort even though he was the reason you needed it in the first place. his fingers combed gently through the hair on the back of your head as he held you, letting you cry into his shoulder. his darling, his poor baby, his sweet angel, his little mouse. the only person he'd ever need.

your sobs started getting quieter, and yeonjun relaxed a bit, growing curious about what you had thrown when he came home. he glanced around, but his gaze fell on the first aid kit and bunch of plasters scattered around the table—both barely used and still unopened. were you hurt?.. he leaned back slightly and cupped your face, looking for any signs of pain, but there were none—except for your puffy red eyes and still slightly quivering lips. “baby, what happened? are you hurt?”

you sniffled and looked down, slowly withdrawing your arms from around his waist before showing him your palms. “not exactly… that bouquet making class was…” you sniffled again, biting your lip as he cupped your hands from below. “i was careless and i… maybe i should've asked for tulips, but… but these roses were so cute and tiny and pink, and i…” the more you spoke, the more sorry you felt for yourself—and the more stupid you felt for everything that had happened. “and i got them by raffle… and i thought, maybe it was destiny—”

yeonjun couldn't hear anything—his heart thumping in his ears, drowning out your words. it felt like the whole world had stopped and disappeared completely, leaving nothing but him, you sitting on that bar stool, and your hands cupped in his. and slowly, the world was closing in even more, until only one thing remained—the reason why so many plasters were discarded barely used. it wasn't easy to put them on your own hands, especially with so many tiny cuts scattered across your skin. the same cuts he had known about hours ago already, but had never realized whose hands they belonged to.

every little thing made sense now. every tiny detail had fallen into its place, completing the picture that had barely made sense before. of course, it had been easy to talk to you from the very beginning. of course, it had been easy to open up to you—so much easier than when he forced himself to open up to others. trusting you came naturally. your smile made every burden lighter, and your touch made his problems feel small and insignificant. of course, everything with you felt right—he had sometimes questioned whether the way he was living was right, filling his mind with ‘what if’s and ‘maybe’s, but he never, not even for a second, doubted that his place was next to you. holding you. being held back.

that's why you were so perfect in every sense—you were made to be perfect for him, there wasn't anyone else in the world who would fit him better than you, no one else could bring him more peace and happiness, because no one else could. and—yeonjun’s heart skipped a beat—he was the same for you. all his worries about not being good enough, about not being worthy of you, suddenly made no sense—he was perfect for you, because he was made to be perfect for you, too. and he was making you feel the same—safe, certain, content. now he could be sure that you were truly happy.

“—and then… i just laid my hand on—” you looked at yeonjun and your heart sank. “jjun… jjun-ie, why are you crying?” you tugged one of your hands away from his hold, cupping his cheek, as you felt your eyes start tingling again. “i’m not in pain, it's just annoying a bit,” you sniffled, unable to hold your own tears at the sight of his wet lashes. “and if it's about the fight, i’m so sorry, i overreacted and—”

yeonjun carefully wrapped his fingers around your wrist, not wanting to hurt you by touching the cuts and scratches on the back of your hand, and brought it to his mouth, kissing each little cut as gently as he could. “i just love you so much,” he cupped your face with his other hand, brushing your tears away and caressing your quivering lips. “so, so much. you can’t imagine,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “and i’m so sorry for being such an asshole.”

you opened your mouth to say that it wasn’t his fault, that he was just overworked and tired, and that you should’ve been comforting him instead of coming to his work and making a scene. but just as if he knew you were going to say absolute nonsense, he pressed his lips to yours in the gentlest attempt to shut you up. he couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, chuckling softly when you chased him as he pulled away. 

“it’s my fault,” yeonjun whispered, pecking your lips again, unable to stop himself from doing it when you were sitting there so cutely, wanting to comfort him more than anything, even though you needed that comfort yourself. “i’ve been doing everything wrong for the whole month, and—” 

you pouted and shook your head. “no, not everything,” you frowned, and yeonjun tilted his head, so you continued. “you held me every night. that wasn’t wrong,” you mumbled, your hand clenching the fabric of his t-shirt at his side.

he pressed his lips together, trying to hide the wide smile—your attempts at comforting him were the cutest, but you had no idea that you’d already done everything that he truly needed—became a part of his life. yeonjun pecked your nose and took a small step back. “come on, baby, let me wash and disinfect my hands and i’ll treat these little cuts that are my fault,” he kisses the corner of your lips too and rushed to wash his hands before you could argue that they weren’t. 

yeonjun was the softest while treating the cuts—he kissed each one before putting ointment on it, carefully covering it with a plaster, and kissing over it again, making you giggle. you got many forehead, nose, and lip kisses too, as “it seemed like there was something too”, he explained, before pecking one more time to “check properly”. you never realized how much you’d missed him over this past month and how happy you actually were when he was happy. 

you didn’t do anything the rest of the day—yeonjun was spoiling you like a princess, and you had to almost tear cutlery away from his hands because he was unironically going to feed you himself. he still felt bad for everything, if he had to admit, feeling like he needed to make up for his behaviour. but he was glad he didn’t bring you flowers as an apology—he doubted you would be in the mood to see more flowers that day; and the bouquet you made yourself and brought home was the prettiest anyway. so he decided to apologize with food, cuddles, one of your favourite movies and an hour-long session of eating you out. or maybe with letting you suck him off—he hadn’t decided yet. 

yeonjun didn’t tell you the truth that evening—you both were tired, emotional and a bit shaky, the two of you needed rest and comfort—especially you—instead of another shake. he didn’t tell you the next few weeks either, because he was still busy with work, leaving early and half-asleep, coming home late and tired, only wanting to eat something and cuddle you. and when the tiring period finally ended… you went on a vacation together, renting a small house in a closed area on the seashore—these hellish months had brought him enough money—and your mouths were mostly busy with other things. 

you, as the one who was getting the most exhausted—but satisfied, and yeonjun always made sure you were it—after these ‘other things’, were falling asleep early, snuggled against his side, your soft breathing warm on his bare chest, as he played with your hair or caressed the love marks and reddened skin, appreciating the trust you were giving him. but whatever he was doing, was always happening almost automatically, as his mind was occupied with the thoughts of how truly fucked up he was now for not telling you earlier, because he had absolutely no idea how to let you know that you didn’t have to be anxious of any of you meeting your soulmate anymore. 

yeonjun tried to convince himself that the right moment just hadn’t come yet, and if there was a ‘right moment’ it wasn’t perfect. so yeonjun waited. and waited. and waited some more, until it was too late already, and the only thing that was left was to admit that it wasn’t about a right or perfect moment. he was afraid. of your reaction—you might start overthinking, questioning the reality of your feelings; of the way it'd affect what you had—it already was absolutely perfect, and trying to make it ‘better’... might only ruin everything. 

but more than anything yeonjun feared repeating the past. when you were sleeping so peacefully on his chest, making him feel like the happiest person in the universe, he couldn't help but recall the night when it felt like his whole world had burned to ashes, because at these moments everything around the two of you seemed and felt the same. what if he was mistaken? what if it was just a coincidence? what if the sting he felt wasn't because of the bond at all? the further that day went into the past, the more he doubted it—the more ‘what it's started appearing in his head. 

and if yeonjun was wrong, he'd live through it easily—loving you the same as he had loved before that day, and the same as he loved you now, which had always been easy. but if he told you and it turned out to be a mistake… he felt his heart sink as he pulled you a bit closer—he’d be like her. lying about one of the most sacred things and breaking your heart exactly the same way his one had been broken years ago, and it was the wound only you managed to heal. but he knew you’d forgive him, telling him he was just confused and assuring him you’d be too. he just wasn’t sure he would be able to forgive himself. 

so yeonjun stayed silent, despite knowing he was only making it worse in the end. he simply hoped it’d somehow solve itself on its own. it did. and he thought that maybe he should’ve told you everything straight away instead of waiting until fate would force the truth out of him in the worst way possible. 

the vacation was almost over, so you refused to leave the nice water unless you really had to—yeonjun had to basically drag you out when, in his opinion, it was time for you to stop being a little mermaid and walk in the human world for a bit. he still kept you company in the water too, enjoying swimming just as much, but he tried to look out for you—mostly because he cared, but partly because he wanted to spoil you by doing everything for you so you didn't have to leave the water.

yeonjun wanted to bring you cherries that time—they were tasty, the tastiest you both tried that season, and, oh, so juicy, you could never stop yourselves from trying to help each other clean what was left on your lips. it never failed to lead to something more, so he was eager to bring another bowl of cherries to put on the dock for both of you to enjoy them and, perhaps, each other. eager and careless.

you both had no idea how it happened. one second yeonjun was peppering kisses all over your face, his fingers caressing the skin of your ass under you swimwear, as he murmured he’d be back soon as that you should wait patiently and be a good girl; and the next second, maybe the dock was too slick from the way you’d played around splashing each other near it, maybe he was too distracted by thoughts of what you two could do on the last day of vacation, but as he pushed himself up on the dock, his left hand slipped, and his right wrist bent at an awkward angle, trying to hold his weight. 

the pain wasn’t unbearable—yeonjun experienced worse when he barely cared about his health and well-being while trying to drown himself in dancing years ago—ankles, wrists, fingers. so he cursed with a groan, falling back into the water and wrapping fingers around the sprained wrist. and then, his brain registered something he had ignored because of the unexpected pain just seconds ago—your yelp that slowly turned into a sob behind his back. he turned around in a rush, his instinct to protect you flaring up until he saw you holding your right wrist the way he was holding his. cold shivers ran down his spine—he was right. and the pain wasn’t too bad because you took half of it. 

you were scared more than in pain—much more—and just a glance at you was enough for yeonjun to know that. he swam closer to you, careful with his wrist as he wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to calm you down, even though you were simply frozen—he knew that you’d go through it (and through anything, actually) easier in his arms. he didn’t say anything, unlike his usual whispers of praises and support, didn’t caress your back or play with your hair. he simply held you, letting you get your head around what had just happened.

your brain was on overdrive to find a logical explanation for what had happened, refusing to acknowledge that there was only one. “i… i’m just empathic,” you said quietly, your voice shaky. “i… i saw you and… and felt the same, and…”

yeonjun tightened his hold, as if trying to shield you better. “you are, baby,” he whispered into your hair. “but it’s not the reason.” 

it felt like your mind, heart and soul were a mess—you had no idea what you were supposed to feel or think, and what you actually felt and thought. you couldn’t grasp even one thought—they kept on flashing in your mind, blending into an unrecognizable mess, as if you were on some broken carousel—let alone decipher what you felt. you couldn’t even put the very basics into words to ask for yeonjun’s help. gosh, you weren’t sure that you understood the situation right. all of that just made the fuse go off, and you slipped into apathy. 

yeonjun felt your hold on his waist relax, and leaned back a bit, studying your face. “baby, are you okay?” he whispered, his left hand cupping your cheek and lifting your head so you looked him in the eyes. “does it hurt too bad?” he asked, despite knowing that you felt the same as he did, the bond giving you half of what he was supposed to feel.

“huh?” you blinked a few times trying to focus on his eyes, his face worried. “i…” you looked down at your slightly throbbing wrist, before looking back up. “not… not next to you…” you pressed your lips together before continuing. “we should call a taxi to take you to the hospital,” you said quietly, almost without any emotion. 

yeonjun hated himself for putting you in that state. he should’ve told you earlier, you were supposed to find out from him, and in other circumstances—the ones where he would’ve had the opportunity to comfort you properly. “it’s okay, mouse,” he murmured into your skin, lips pressed to your forehead. “it’s not the first time it’s happened. we have ice, so i’ll make an ice pack, and i brought an elastic bandage,” he looked at your slightly puzzled expression, and continued with a chuckle. “just in case.”

you replied with a small nod of acknowledgement and a quiet ‘okay’, your head still blank. it probably was a dream. yeonjun probably fucked you so well before you fell asleep, that your mind just decided no one except the one destined for you could do it, so it makes him one. yeah, it was probably that. when you woke up, you’d tell him what happened in your dream, and you’d laugh together at how ridiculous it was. because—pfft—it was absolutely ridiculous. wouldn’t you have noticed earlier? of course, you would! so it meant you were just asleep, and that throbbing pain in your wrist was… just an uncomfortable position?...

you still acted according to the dream, helping yeonjun get out of water and make an ice pack with ice and a towel, pressing it to his slightly swollen wrist and sitting next to him. you felt a bit better now, as your mind was convinced you were just sleeping, but the dream didn’t want to end, neither when you helped yeonjun put the bandage on, tying it a bit too tight and making you both flinch uncomfortably, nor when you decided to make pizza so he didn’t have to bother with trying to eat with his left hand and almost burned yourself on the cheese. 

you pressed your lips together, gathering courage, as your head rested on yeonjun’s chest after the dinner. “it’s not a dream, is it?” you asked quietly, your question a mere whisper. 

his heart skipped a beat—so that’s why you were so calm. you thought it wasn’t real. “no, baby,” he whispered, swallowing thickly. “it’s not,” he managed to get the words out, knowing what you were going to say next. he just hoped you wouldn't be mad.

you nodded hesitantly, lickling your dry lips. “you didn’t seem surprised,” you mumbled, still not completely sure if you were talking about the same thing, but too scared to say it out loud. what if he meant something else? or worse—exactly that. but… was it ‘worse’ though?.. 

yeonjun took a deep breath—here it came. it’d either make you two basically inseparable or burn everything to ashes because he betrayed your trust. “after the fight, when you went to that bouquet-making class… i felt it,” he confessed, and it felt like even his heart stopped beating because he was afraid to miss your answer. but you replied with a quiet ‘oh’—nothing else—and yeonjun realized he’d prefer you be mad than so quiet. “you don’t have to…” he took a shaky breath, “to stay because of the bond. if you want to leave—”

you clenched your teeth—your brain went into overdrive again, trying to place all the puzzles together, and yeonjun wasn’t making it better. why would he tell you that? did he want you to leave? no, he couldn’t. not your yeonjun. you sniffled, nuzzling into him. “no, i don’t. just shut up, please,” you squeezed your eyes, as the tangled ball of your emotions started unraveling itself in the form of tears. “i don't want to think about not being with you,” you sniffled again as those thoughts started filling your head anyway. “not now. and not ever. but if you want me to leave—”

yeonjun felt like he was punched into gut at the thought of him ever wanting you to leave. he tightened his arm around you, and content shivers ran down his back when you snuggled closer, showing him you wanted to stay with him despite all of his mistakes. “i don't. never,” he whispered into your hair. “i’d handcuff you to myself and throw away the keys if i could,” he murmured, but immediately froze, realizing what he had just said. was it too much?..

but you only chuckled into his neck through tears. “why would we need two pairs of handcuffs?” you asked, your giggles warm against his neck. “but if you want, we could be using the ones you choose, not me.”

yeonjun shifted a bit, hinting at wanting to change position, and you sat on his lap before helping him sit up too. he immediately wrapped arms around you, his face in your neck, peppering kisses everywhere he could reach. “you’re a menace, my love,” he murmured, the uninjured hand getting under your t-shirt, caressing the skin of your lower back. “the sweetest, the most angelic menace the world have ever seen,” he lowered his hand to squeeze your ass before slapping it lightly to hint at you to move closer.

you moaned, obeying and immediately feeling how hard he was, your eyes rolling back. “jjun,” you moaned out, as his kisses turned into gentle nibbles. “y-your hand…”

yeonjun’s chuckle was breathy against your neck as he slipped fingers under the leg opening of your panties, digging his nails into the soft skin of your butt. “your hips are moving like they don’t care,” he whispered into your ear, making you shudder, as you realized you’d been grinding on him all that time. “it’s okay, baby, i’ll guide you,” he moved his hand between your legs, hissing at the accidental touch to his dick, and moved your panties to the side, immediately feeling how wet you were. “gosh, you make me lose my mind every time i feel how fast you get wet,” he said, voice hoarse, before sinking his teeth into the sensitive spot on your neck, making you arch your back.

“i-it’s you, jjun—” you choked out a moan, feeling his fingers part your folds to teasingly caress your clit, as he whispered a soft ‘yeah?’ before quickly returning to your neck to leave more bites. you knew he enjoyed hearing you talk while he tortured you—he loved seeing how little it always took you to lose the ability to form coherent sentences when you were with him, and you wanted nothing more than to talk. “just you,” you choked out as he pushed his finger inside, moving it in and out gently—too gently. it only took you one thought, and he withdrew his finger, making you whine. “you drive me—oh g-gosh!—crazy,” you whimpered, the wet sound of him slapping your pussy loud and embarrassing. 

yeonjun chuckled at the way you tried to hide in his shoulder. “you’re absolutely drenched, baby,” he whispered mockingly into the skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “so wet and ready for me. always so eager,” he murmured, pushing two of his fingers inside again and scissoring them, your whimpery moans music to his ears. “tell me, angel, do you always get this way when i’m around? always thinking of my cock, aren’t you?” 

you could only whimper in response, your body squirming on his lap, as his fingers curled inside you. he rarely used left hand for fingering you, so now his every move was a bit less controlled, making your head spin, as you arched your back pressing your chest into his. he wasn’t satisfied with you, though, stopping his movements, and you whimpered trying to fuck yourself on his fingers. you knew he wanted you to answer, but his fingers had always felt so good inside, and now especially—it was nearly impossible to stop. 

shit, yeonjun thought. he really needed the second hand for the moments when you were a brat—to grab your neck, slap your thigh or just simply stop your hips without having to withdraw his fingers. he knew you were perfectly aware of what he wanted, but decided to misbehave. “answer,” he said firmly, smirking at the way you clenched around his fingers at his tone—his baby loved being ordered around.

you whined quietly, stilling your hips and trying to gather your thoughts, as yeonjun’s thumb caressed your folds so close to your clit just to make it a bit harder for you. “i d-do… always so needy, always thinking of you,” you mewled, tightening your arms around his shoulders, his warmth sipping into you in the nicest way possible. “you’re always on my mind…” you added quieter, biting into your lip trying to keep the sniffle inside.

yeonjun immediately felt the way your mood changed—even before you finished the sentence—and he slowly withdrew his fingers, quickly wiping them on his thigh—he hated wasting something so sweet and mind-blowingly delicious, but that was the furthest possible moment from the right one. “it’s okay, mouse,” he hushed you, wrapping both of his arms around your middle. “i’m always thinking of you too. of how happy you make me, of how happy i want to make you,” he whispered, slowly lying back down and tugging you with him. 

“i’m sorry,” you sniffled, hiding your face in his neck. why couldn't you be just a bit less of a crybaby—at least for once? at least not when your man was painfully hard. “i ruined the mood,” you mumbled, your fingers clenching the fabric of his tank top on his chest. “and keep ruining it.”

“you did everything right, darling,” yeonjun murmured softly, his hand combing through your hair. “i know i would get carried away eventually and try to grab you with my right hand,” he tilted your head a bit, pushing your chin up to press lips to your forehead. “and i'd hate to hurt you like that,” he murmured, then pushed your chin up a bit more, and you, catching the hint, pressed lips to his softly, making him smile into the kiss. “see?” he whispered, not moving away an inch. “you're so smart. you always know what i want.”

“can we take our time, please?” you asked quietly, looking up at yeonjun, as he moved your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear with a puzzled expression. “all that… soulmates thing. i'm still so confused…” you admitted, ashamed. not even because you were postponing talking about it, but because you felt so unbelievably dumb for not noticing it earlier—the way yeonjun just fit right in into you life, mind, heart and soul, as if there was a place shaped exactly for him and no one else, made it pretty obvious. 

yeonjun's heart melted—it always did when you admited something people might consider embarrassing. he cherished your trust more than anything. “of course, darling. just start whenever, wherever and however you're ready,” he paused for a second before his lips stretched out in a foxy smile. “even if you'll wake me up at 6 a.m. on sunday,” he added quieter, as if sharing a big secret. “because i love you.”

you snuggled into his side, nuzzling face into his chest. “i love you too,” you whispered. “more than my heart can take,” your mumble was almost unheard, but yeonjun tightened his hold on your waist for a second, showing appreciation. “i don't know what i feel about all of that, but…” you bit your lip nervously, and he froze, worried about what you were going to say. “i know i want to be with you. no matter what.”

“thank you,” yeonjun whispered, his heart beating faster. maybe, it was obvious by the way you were nearly lying on top of him, constantly trying to snuggle closer. maybe it was obvious by the way you didn't leave when you found out he had known for a month and hadn't told you. but he needed that clarification as much as air and almost as much as he needed you. “and don't think about not noticing earlier, okay?” he said, as if reading your mind. “it wasn't that obvious as it feels it was,” he caressed the soft skin on your lower back, sending shivers all over your body, as you replied with a quiet ‘okay’. “good girl.”

a few weeks had passed when you were finally ready to talk about it, as the thoughts, feelings and emotions had finally settled down in your chest and you could try to organize them in some way. you didn't know why you had reacted that way—going into denial and pretending it didn't exist for weeks. it wasn't a big deal at all, as it barely changed anything. if anything, it only saved you from all the midnight anxieties and midday worries about one of you meeting their soulmate—you both already had. long ago and in the best way possible.

of course, you didn't wake yeonjun up at 6 a.m. on sunday to talk about it—on sleepless sundays at 6 a.m. you were usually busy with something else—you simply started the conversation while cuddling on the couch and watching a movie. warmth spilled inside your chest as you realized how ‘serious conversation’ had changed throughout the year—starting at the table while eating dinner, drifting into cozily sitting on the couch facing each other, and eventually ending up just cuddling, where there was no need to see each other's faces anymore—you felt everything.

when you apologized, yeonjun playfully slapped your thigh, saying that even if you decided to never talk about it, it wouldn't change anything between you or about the bond, and he'd never mention it either, simply trying to lessen all the possible injuries because he never wanted to hurt you. you murmured that it would be the same for you, but you just didn't want him to think you had kept quiet because you’d had a change of heart—you hadn’t and you never would.

“why did you feel it then?” you asked quietly, gently tracing random patterns on his chest with your nail. “the cuts from the roses, i mean,” you added even quieter, unsure if he even had an answer. you knew he had spent years researching the bond, but it wasn’t easy to find the wild roses soulmates who had met each other—or, it turned out, recognized each other—and wanted to talk about it, so maybe he didn’t exactly know the way it worked. “it’s fine if you don’t know.”

yeonjun shook his head. “i’ve been thinking about it for the whole month,” he admitted. “and i feel like my solution is so easy, that it can’t be true, because none of the wild roses i talked to ever mentioned it to me,” he paused but shook his head. “but maybe they barely fight… it was our first fight, and it happened… three? four months in?”

you leaned up on his chest a bit, his words picking your interest immediately. yeonjun kept surprising you when it came to researching the bond—he never seemed like someone who would hunch over books and a laptop, making notes on every little important thing he found about the wild roses soulmates, or spend sleepless nights reflecting on everything he knew and brainstorming. you still had a hard time imagining university student yeonjun, who had done all of that while majoring in arts and being a really good student.

“so, the second rule in fleur de destin was about distance, right?” yeonjun looked at your nod, and lost the trail of thought—you were looking at him like that again. like he was the smartest person you had ever met. like he was about to turn your whole world upside down, and you couldn’t wait for it, like it was the most expensive gift. he knew he’d never be able to live without it now that he had tasted it. he cleared his throat, trying to pull himself together. “it doesn’t say ‘soulmates’ or ‘wild roses’, it says ‘souls’. the reflection of pain increases with the distance between souls to make them want to lessen it.”

it felt like the thought had appeared in your head on its own, and it was earth-shattering. “it’s not about bodies, it’s about souls,” you mumbled, your eyes widening, mouth slightly open. it made perfect sense—it was so simple yet so genius at the same time. he was a genius. 

yeonjun couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and pecking your lips quickly, pulling you out of your monumental discovery and your admiration for him. you gave him a soft slap to the chest for making you flustered, but it only made him want to fluster you more, yet he still tried to keep himself in check. “it’s also about souls,” he corrected. “i think, while we had no emotional connection, it was about the distance between our bodies, which was… not so far?” he said uncertainly. “considering we were neighbours.”

you nodded a few times, the thought continuing to unravel in your head. “but when we got one, the distance between our souls started to matter too,” you picked up his thought—it felt like you were slowly untangling a ball of threads, and yeonjun watched you, ready to help any moment, as he had long since unraveled his own. “and we…” you paused, pressing your lips together, memories of the stupid, completely unnecessary fight resurfacing. 

“and we had a fight,” he finished for you, cupping your cheek. “and there’s nothing wrong or bad about it,” he pecked your lips. “you helped me see that i was unfair to both of us and what we have,” he watched the way you pressed your lips together harder, trying to believe him. “there’s nothing wrong with fighting if we talk it out and learn to be better, okay?”

you pouted. “okay… why are you so… blue?” you tried to tease him, but it didn’t quite sound like it—more like a childish attempt at offence. 

but yeonjun only chuckled, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours—he knew it was a compliment and a sign of gratitude. he knew you like the back of his hand. “because my baby needs me to be blue right now,” he whispered. “and i’ll be anything she needs,” he pressed his lips to yours, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other tugged at your leg,, guiding you to straddle his lap. he deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue against your lower lip, but even before you could part your lips, he leaned back slightly with a quiet curse. “sorry. you’re so distracting…” he whispered, breath warm against your lips.

you tried to clear the fog that almost immediately filled your brain—the effect yeonjun had on you was outstanding. “you’re no better,” you murmured, still struggling to tear your gaze away from his lips, stretched so beautifully in that knowing half-smirk, half-smile. you loved it when he looked like a cat who had just stolen the biggest fish. “i…” you shook your head, trying to refocus. “uh, i wanted to ask why you didn’t say earlier,” you admitted, finally looking him in the eyes. 

“oh…” yeonjun licked his lips nervously. “at first, i had no idea how to tell you,” he confessed, running his fingers through his hair. “and it was getting worse with every passing day because then i had to explain why i hadn't said earlier. and then…” he paused, memories filling his mind—fear of rejection, of getting his heart broken, and worst of all—of being a liar. “i was scared. scared of ruining everything and of your reaction. and…” he let out a shaky breath. you pecked the corner of his lips trying to give him a bit of strength, and he smiled tiredly. “and it felt more and more like misinterpretation.”

“i know,” you whispered. “i feel the same now… it doesn’t feel real, even though the way i felt you spraining your wrist was more than real,” you said, laying your head back on his chest.

yeonjun sighed—the guilt was almost as strong as it had been on the first day. he just couldn’t believe he hurt you because of his own carelessness. “i’m still so sorry for that…” he murmured, wrapping his fingers gently around your right wrist and caressing it with his thumb, before bringing it to his lips.

you shook your head. “i’m happy i could take half of your pain away. remember the third rule? ‘taking half of the pain of your lover is a blessing, desired by many’,” you reminded him, despite perfectly knowing he knew these rules by heart in both languages. “it was much easier when i was next to you,” you admitted. “it was… the one i couldn’t understand along with the fourth rule. fifth? ‘when they’re truly close, pain subsides and pleasure grows instead’?” you asked, and yeonjun nodded, chuckling at your rough translation, but you continued. “and you looked hella hot in the wrist bandage,” you teased, earning a chuckle. 

“you’re always so horny, darling,” he laughed, squeezing your thigh.

you rolled your eyes teasingly, making sure he saw it. “i wouldn’t be, if you weren’t always so irresistibly hot, choi yeonjun,” you shot back, sticking your tongue out, and he laughed, shaking his head. but there was still one thing that you couldn’t get out of your head—you’ve been dating for so long, yet you’d never properly seen his soulmate mark, too scared to wander into something so intimate, especially if it connected him to someone else. but now… “can i…” you cleared your throat. “can i look at your mark now?”

yeonjun froze—he had never realized he hadn’t ever shown it to you properly, except for teasing you every time you looked away when he was changing, “baby…” he cupped your chin. “you could’ve asked it half a year ago, and i’d have undressed faster than ever,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood, before sitting up. he lifted his arms to tug the tank top off before pausing for a second to peck your lips. “have i told you you’re breathtaking in the last five minutes? i feel like i’m failing in my duty of being a man worthy of you.”

you felt your cheeks heat up as you pinched yeonjun’s arm, crawling away from his lap to give him space to take his tank top off and turn around. you weren't surprised when he made a show of tugging it of, making sure you saw his muscles at the best angle, but you were more than thankful, your eyes glued to his arms as you nearly felt your mouth fill with saliva. he smiled smugly—the way you openly and sincerely fed his ego on a regular basis… no one could fight his insecurities the way you did. he made a mental note to make sure you were thoroughly aware of how thankful he was that evening.

surprisingly, yeonjun felt… completely okay with showing you the mark. he expected to feel exposed and uncomfortable, but instead, he was calmer than he had ever been when it came to the mark, simply letting you explore it. you, on the other hand, were far from calm, your heart pounding like crazy. the second you saw the mark, you were sure you forgot how to breathe for a moment. you traced it slowly with the tip of your finger, your hand trembling. it was so, so close… if only you had been a bit more brave and asked earlier…

you let out a shaky breath, sure your voice would tremble as bad as your hand. “jjun, can you… stand up, please?” you asked quietly, and yeonjun threw a puzzled look at you over his shoulder but stood up nevertheless as you followed him, tugging your t-shirt away. 

he didn’t even have time to ask you anything before you wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed yourself to his back, his hands subconsciously covering yours on his stomach. he loved it when you hugged him like that—usually sleepily nuzzling into his shoulder, not wanting to be far from him as he cooked breakfast early in the morning—but now, your heart was racing, and he felt it perfectly against his back. he almost turned around to ask you what was wrong, but you broke the silence earlier.

“they align, jjun,” you whispered into his skin, and he instantly understood why your heart was beating so fast. there were myths about aligning marks, but none of the wild roses ever mentioned it, so he had brushed it off as another lie without a second thought, never even considering checking it with you. “so…” you swallowed thickly. “is it enough to… be sure we’re soulmates?” 

your voice sounded so small, almost scared, that yeonjun immediately turned around in your hold, wrapping his arms around you, both of your hearts now beating in sync—the hearts of soulmates, confirmed at last. “you should rest, mouse,” he murmured into your hair. “let’s go to bed, and continue later,” he said, feeling your nod as he grabbed your t-shirt from the couch, helping you put it on and leading you to the bedroom. 

yeonjun knew you were overwhelmed—even though the news wasn't exactly new, and it was definitely good news,it was still too good, too much to process all at once. he had gone through it already—it felt like shedding the heaviest weight you had carried on your chest your whole life, but the problem was, you had learned to live with it, learned to breathe with it, and now, when it was finally gone, each breath made uncontrollably came too freely, too strongly, giving you more oxygen than you needed, making your head spin; and it was taking too much strength to control each one. but he was more than happy to help you find a new way to breathe.

when yeonjun laid down and you clung to him without wasting a second, he chuckled, pulling you closer. he reached for the nightlight on the bedside table, realizing he had forgotten to turn it off a few hours ago. his hand found the book instead, and he paused before wrapping his fingers around it, taking it with him.. “darling, can i tell you something?” he asked, not wanting to overwhelm you more without your permission. “it's about the book, though.”

you murmured a quiet ‘yes’ into his neck, trying your best to stay awake and listen to him. you didn't really want to think about anything even remotely connected to soulmates right now, but you also knew that yeonjun had always known your limits like the back of his hand. whatever he had to say wouldn’t disturb you or make you feel like too much—you were sure of that. still, you nuzzled closer, just in case you were a bit less stable than either of you expected. and he was warm, softer after the vacation, and you simply wouldn’t leave his side if you could help it.

“so i bought that copy of fleur de destine from a library,” yeonjun started and, before you could point out that libraries usually don't sell books, added. “let's just say i paid a really bad late fee for being overdue on my whole life,” he explained, your soft sleepy laugh being the most beautiful song to his ears. “and when i was looking through it for the first time, i found a folded paper tucked between pages…”

yeonjun saw it as if it had happened just yesterday. he had just started researching about his bond after returning home and only wanted that book for the page about wild roses, since it was believed that despite the bond having only five rules there, each one was completely true. the book was so beautiful, though, that he ended up looking through it fully—he only translated the wild rose passage, but the rest was aesthetically pleasing. and then, between the pages about the daisies bond, he found a little note. the translation was terrible—it hadn’t taken much for him to put two and two together and realize it was written by a child—but it was undoubtedly about his bond. 

the note became just as important as the book, if not more—whenever he thought he couldn’t continue researching because his head pounded with how much information there was and how actually little of it had at least some value, whenever he got angry at yet another so-called fact turning out to be a myth, whenever he just wanted to give up, he looked at the note. at the simple words written by a child’s hand, trying to translate an old-fashioned french—both in language and meaning—into something they could understand. he was almost certain half of it barely made sense to them, but they hadn’t given up. and he, a grown-up with anything he could possibly need basically at the tip of his fingers, couldn’t give up either. 

yeonjun barely remembered the way things had been translated there—the correct translation had long since replaced the child’s work—and the note was tucked back between the pages where he had found it. he never forgot it, though, sometimes pulling himself up from the lowest moments of his life solely by the thought of some child who had been dedicated enough to finish a task that probably seemed impossible. 

your eyes were closed, but you still listened to the story attentively, cherishing each one of the stories from yeonjun’s past and not wanting to miss a single one. your peaceful listening was disturbed, though, when he started sitting up, shifting your legs across his lap and tugging you closer so your shoulder rested under his arm. you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, laying your head on his shoulder and getting ready to listen further. 

yeonjun opened the book on your lap, taking out the folded paper but setting it aside as he flipped to the endpaper, where a small envelope was glued, holding the names of everyone who had borrowed the book. “usually, these lists stick out, right?” he asked, and you murmured a quiet ‘yes’, having a hard time keeping your eyes open and focusing on a bunch of yellow-ish papers in the dim room. “and i thought for a really long time that they took it out before giving me the book,” he said, grabbing the tweezers from the bedside table and carefully pushing them into the envelope to fish out the tiny paper. the action fully woke you up. “but a few days ago, i found out it was just too small and had been pushed inside.”

you knew the action too well—when you put your name on the paper in the copy you borrowed, you had accidentally pushed it too deep inside. the librarian had to hunt for tweezers to pull it out, grumbling the entire time, and maybe a few more times whenever you visited the library after that. but it couldn’t be your copy, could it?.. you took the paper carefully from yeonjun’s hand, looking at your own name written last in your handwriting.

“so…” yeonjun started, picking up the folded paper and holding it out to you. you took the note, carefully opening it, eyes quickly running over the lines. “i think it’s rightfully yours?” he watched as your fingers traced the old writing on the torn-out page from a school notebook.

when you had written it, you were full of hope—hope to meet your soulmate, to ask them about each bruise and scratch you had felt, to tell them about each of yours, because somehow, you had been completely sure they’d be interested to know the way your mom didn’t even scold you anymore for scraping your knees on the asphalt, especially after they had healed and reopened for the third time, and you had thought your clumsiness was funny. you had planned to ask them who their favourite power ranger and pokémon were, and probably tease them for being so basic about choosing red and pikachu. 

you smiled at the memories—how silly and childish it all was. and now, here you were, snuggled against your soulmate, reading a translation that felt like the worst work of your life, while his lips pressed gently to your temple, murmuring words of love and gratitude into your skin.

“you were helping me stay afloat in the worst moments of my life for so long…” yeonjun murmured, his hand caressing your thigh, kisses moving lower by the side of your face until he pressed his lips right under your jaw. “keep me afloat til the end of our days? i promise to do the same and much more for you,” he whispered, peppering kisses over the column of your neck, as his hand moved between your legs. 

“do wild roses die at the same time?” you asked, the question more of a thought out loud, but yeonjun froze before letting out a chuckle into your neck, making you giggle at the tickling feeling.

“baby, you’re being horny when we’re talking about my sprained wrist that hurt you, and think about death when i’m ungodly close to flipping you over and making you go dumb for my cock long before i touch you even with my fingers.” 

you pouted, parting your thighs and making more room for his hand—he immediately got the hint, tracing the outline of your pussy through thin, already wet fabric and making you gasp softly. “i—i can be horny too! can you imagine how many times you can make me go dumb for your cock? and in how many ways?” 

yeonjun groaned a rough ‘menace’ into your neck and pushed you down, making you lie across the bed, as he towered over you, quickly tugging your panties off and throwing them somewhere—tonight he was going to stuff your mouth with his fingers, not some stupid fabric. “i’m starting tonight,” he promised, pushing your t-shirt up to your neck to fully open the mark on your chest, groaning at the sight of a few layers of his marks, new and bright over the old fading ones, before continuing, “and i’m making a list, baby.” 

you whimpered at the way he had bitten into the skin on your ribs, arching your back, as he moved his bites lower. “can i—ah!—choose favourites?” you squeaked, as he slapped the thigh he put on his shoulder, before biting into the soft flesh inside of it and working on a mark.

yeonjun murmured something in thoughts, before shrugging and pressing his lips to your pelvis. “you can, but i know you’ll choose the ones that make you go dumb the fastest,” he chuckled, digging nails into your thigh and waist, as he watched the way you arched your back so beautifully. he was going to absolutely ruin you now. “which are my favourites. but it’s obvious. we’re soulmates after all.”

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[goyurim]

hello hi your preence on my dash ia always so wholesome and it's so fun to see your posts since they are like so thoughtful. hopefully i am not being weird gjkfshlkjhldjhsd anyway have a good day <3

oh my god??? this so sweet wtf thank youuuu 😭😭😭 why would this in any way be weird what's weird is that this message made me start bawling bc no one has been this kind to me in months 🥺🥺 i hope you have a wonderful day too anon!! 😘🥰💖

[quarterlifekitty]

hii

can I ask for more scent kink soap? ugh just something about that nasty nasty man GETS me.

So first of all this is inspired by this post that I’m fucking obsessed with so. Omegaverse be upon ye

Freak Soap who finds a pair of used panties on the floor of the communal laundry room in his flat building. So, like the animal he is, he lifts it to his face to sniff.

And like. He’s never really believed in being able to smell someone and just know that they’re a perfect match. Like, that’s nonsense. But right now? If he had a tail it’d be thumping. Like, he whines when he pushes the gusset of your panties right up to his nose, that’s how amazing it smells to him.

He ends up waiting in the laundry room all night to see if the owner will show. No luck. Sulks back to his flat, keeps the panties bunched up in his face while he fists his cock more than a few times.

Every so often he’ll catch little whiffs of it. It’s actually a very subtle scent— it’s probably why he’s never noticed, not till it was concentrated in that slick-soaked fabric. Sort of like how there are some things you’d never find unless you already knew what they looked like. People tell all kinds of stories about scents. That their mates smelled of bergamot and lemongrass, teakwood and honeycomb candy, peppermint and vanilla— all sorts of bath and bodyworks style shite. God knows he’s heard the word petrichor enough for one lifetime.

Gaz told Soap that he smelled like salt and single malt whiskey. Also dirt, but they all smelled like dirt at the time.

This scent was fascinatingly, infuriatingly simple and yet it smelled like the embodiment of home, of comfort—

You smelled like wheat. Warm wheat. It wasn’t spicy, herbaceous, sweet, earthy. Just… wheat.

At the front door of the building. By the mail boxes. In the laundry room. Sometimes, in a cruel twist of fate— right by his own front door. Always weak— just traces. Never accompanied by the wearer. His unpredictable schedule of deployments and leave just make it harder to try to track.

Until one day he comes back. Long bloody mission, dragged through mud, run ragged. Just barely able to scrape through to the finish line before his rut started, thank god. And yet, he’s dreading it. That pair of panties has basically all but lost any traces of you, he’s had it and held it in desperation for so long.

When the lift door opens, he can feel his spine straighten in alert. Wheat. Abundant. Fertile. You’re so close, and so close to a heat.

He drops his duffel by his door as he loses the battle to think of anything but stuffing his knot in a soft, hot cunt. His cock is already painfully hard as the rut claws and pricks at his synapses, coiled and at the ready. But he doesn’t have to travel far.

The door across the hall from his.

He gets low to the ground, like he’s trying to squeeze himself under the door— trying to get closer and closer to the scent.

Knocking, introducing himself, and acting like a human being is far from the forefront of his mind. His first instinct is to jiggle the handle of the door, growling when he finds it locked.

His second instinct is to dig the picking tools from his duffle.

[sturnsdoll]

NAUGHTY OR NICE ❄ -m.s, c.s

part two here

pairing: dom bf!matt x sub!reader, dom!chris x reader

summary: when your boyfriend matt decides that a vibrator at dinner with his brothers is a good punishment for your attitude, you don't expect to end up being teased by someone other than him. warnings: vibrator, semi-public, cheating!reader, fingering, dirty talk, humiliation, orgasm denial.

word count: 3,598

"pink" + reader speaking, "blue" = matt speaking, "orange" = chris speaking.

matt and you are supposed to meet his brothers for dinner in about a half an hour. swiping gloss across your lips, you watch through the mirror at matt idly pacing around behind you. he's picking up random things, checking himself in the mirror. your used to it, he's typically like this before going out anywhere. you close up your gloss, tossing it down onto your vanity with an exaggerated sigh.

with that matt looks over at you, annoyance already on his features "what now?", his tone is soft but still holds irritation. all damn day everything's been a problem for you. and when something upsets you, it somehow becomes a him problem too.

you give him a bit of a side eye in the mirror, a slight eye roll to follow "nothin', jeez." you respond passively, getting up to go grab your purse and matt continues watching you with a dissaproving look. "there a problem?" you add with a raise of your brow. matt shrugs "you gonna be like this all night?" he asks, slightly amused but also a little over the attitude you've been throwing at him today. he watches your pretty eyes when you look back at him "i'm not being like anything." you defend. directly after your defence, you bend down to pickup your purse and hear matt sigh with a "that's it". -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

the drive there, all you could do was wait. wait to see when he'd chose to torture you. the silicone of the vibrator was tightly fit between your panties and your (already embarrassingly wet) pussy, specifically nudging your clit too close for comfort. when you matt pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant you, him and his brothers were gonna be meeting at for dinner, he refused to acknowledge your anxious glances toward him any time he'd open his phone. every tap of his fingers against the screen had you anticipating the buzzing against your clit, but thus far he hasn't done it hasn't come.

entering the restaurant, you were in awe of the gorgeous christmas decor of green and red around the restauraunt. cinnamon sticks in a little bowl with bows around them on the front desk, a green tree off near the hall to the washrooms, chandelier with lights. it's gorgeous.

you were both lead to your table where nick and chris were already sat laughing and talking. there wasn't much greeting to be done, you just kind of took a seat across from them with matt next to you and hopped into conversation smoothly with your boyfriends brothers.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

the food was amazing, everyone having a great time. chris and nick are your bestfriends by natural selection of matt being your boyfriend so you've grown to be comfy around them. not this comfy though. it was still in the back of your mind that matt was more than capable of turning the toy on whenever the hell he pleased but till now, you'd done a good job just trying to enjoy dinner and forget about it.

currently you're mid conversation with chris, giggling at something stupid he said when abruptly, you go silent. the buzz that comes to your clit is low, gentle. but it's still beyond distracting. you can't help how your eyes grow wide for a moment as you swallow thickly. fucking matt.

chris catches your sudden change of expression and mood. he makes a funny confused face in response to your expression, breathily laughing "what?" in question. now chris is thinking maybe he'd said something outlandish and not realized it.

chris catching the change in your mood only makes your stomach drop further. you deadstare your boyfriend's youngest brother, zoned out in embarassment, feeling clueless on how to respond when there's a god damn vibrator on you in public. but your strange behaviour was cut short by matt's slender ring clad fingers giving a squeeze to your knee. quickly taking the hint, you smile with a soft laugh "oh i just remembered last week when that lady refused to give nick his order cause she thought he was lying about it being his" your almost proud of yourself for thinking of something so fast.

chris seems to believe it, responding with a small "hm". however despite his smile and nod, chris has this slightly intense stare, different from his usually childish and playful demeanour. you assume your paranoid because how would chris know something was up?

"omg and then she did the same thing to that poor girl!" nick's voice breaks your curiosity of chris's stare. your sure you can handle this for a little, just a light buzz. but quite abruptly the buzzing intensifies. you grab at matt's hand, nails digging against the back of his palm as you force yourself to respond to nick with a short and shaky "yeah." it only eggs matt on though, he thinks your reactions are adorably pathetic. before nick can even really notice how shaky your voice was, the waiter approached the table to ask if anyone needed anything. you leave nick and chris to speak to the waiter, taking the chance to look at your boyfriend with a look that shows your embarassment and irriation. in response you just get a sickeningly sweet smile, one that causes you to shut your legs together, frustration and arousal driving you udderly insane.

before your knee's can even touch he pinches your thigh, his smile dropping slightly in warning. "fuck you" you mouth to him stupidly. matt gives a playful pout, forcibly pulling your leg so that you spread em', preventing you from any relief outside of what he chooses to provide you through the toy. "you really gonna act like that when santa's coming to town?" he jokes quietly, almost laughing at his own dumbass joke but instead his mouth just turns up in a slight smile, then you watch him take a quick glance at his phone.

holy fuck. you nearly fold over at the leg tremling, panty wettingly intense buzz that he suddenly inflicts on your clit. your acrylics immedietly digging into his hand again, you look over and catch his amused and adoring glance to you. that evil bastard fucking loves this. it's a bit of a power trip for him to watch you squirming in your seat, all angry at him.

matt's gaze was doing nothing to help, merely mocking you. in a desperate attempt to not give anything away, your teeth caught your lip with a gasp before any other lewd noise could escape. you shift your hips uncomfortably as your eyes leave matt's to see if his brothers are paying any mind to you two.

you felt relief at nick's typical yapping, he was clearly clueless to your situation. but then your eyes meet chris's.

he's clenching his jaw slightly with an unreadable but intense look in his eyes. what's his problem? well, apparently your body doesn't care what his glare is for, because it's enough for your poor neglected cunt to start to clench around nothing besides the pooling liquid dripping into your panties.

you let out a shaky breath that's just shy of a whine. lucky for you it's loud as hell in the restaurant. you mentally curse yourself for letting something as simple as a look from your boyfriends brother get you worked up. then again, what won't get you hornier with that god forsaken buzzing that has you struggling to sit still? you're about to resort to distracting yourself with nick's yapping when the buzzing abruptly cuts short.

you almost let out a sigh of relief. finally a break.

then your jaw drops and your knee jumps up and hits under the table. you didn't even know this vibrator could be this strong.. but as matt tortorously turns it to the highest setting, you can't stop the small whine from slipping your throat.

in panic you look between the three boys. nick is somehow still oblivious, thank god. matt's too busy pretending like he isn't literally getting you off infront of his brothers as he picks at his food. chris is also presumably distracted with his meal, though he shoots you a questioning glance when your eyes pass over him.

clearing your throat, you quickly stand up, announcing that you have to go to the bathroom. you rush right off before anyone can say anything.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

before you can even close the bathroom door you hear a ding from your phone. taking a second, you take a deep breath and squeeze your thighs together with a soft whine, eyes shutting as you dig your phone from your purse.

[ imessage from: matt <3]

-if you turn it off , touch yourself or cum then you're in trouble sweetheart. pathetically so, just reading his threatening text has your knee's weak. you lean one hand forward onto the counter, your thighs clenching tighter together.

[message to: matt <3]

-please it's too much. chris and nick are gonna find out if i come back out there like this

[message from: matt <3]

-behave or i'll make you cum infront of both of them istg

the lewd image of being forced into an orgasm infront of chris at the dinner table creates both a humiliating and pleasurable ache in your stomach. trying to force the thought away hardly worked, already dripping at the thought.

you have to compose yourself. that thought must only be arousing because your so desperate right?.. right.

you look yourself in the mirror, passing off your glossy eyes as you breathe in deeply. you reach your hand beneath your dress to pull your panties down just a little so the vibrator isn't so tightly pressed against you. insantly you sigh in relief at the severly lessened stimulation. straightening yourself out, mentally you prep yourself to get back to the group, opening the bathroom door with the best poker face you can put on.

instantly you're met with two hands roughly shoving you back inside the washroom, the door being locked instantly.

"what the hell are you two up to?"

you swear you experience whiplash at the complete shock as you look up at chris with confusion. chris is staring right back down at you with an almost proud but soft little smile on his face. "hello?" he gives a gentle tap to your arm to urge you to talk. you just shake your head, feeling bewildered "nothing?" you don't even sound sure of yourself when your respond.

chris tilts his head to give you a stare of annoyance at the blatant lie. little did you know that chris had figured you two out much much earlier. his voice comes more accusatory than he intends "you think i'm stupid?" he asks.

you stare up at chris, trying to look irritated at his intrusion into the bathroom but honestly your eyes are that of a lost puppy as the buzzing in your underwear is still growing the ache in your stomach. your legs are squeezing as you struggle to not completely lose it. "and?" you try to seem unphased but there's a shake to your tone.

"and-" he begins in a mocking tone "i know matt doesn't have some fucking vibrator app for himself." he finishes with a cocky yet still adoringly soft look as he watched the panic in your eyes. chris doesn't want to scare you away so his hand starts at your shoulder, thumb gently stroking your shoulder to soothe the panic that's coming with your brain completely short circuiting.

you want to ask how he knows that but chris steps a little closer and you back against the sink counter, both slightly intimidated as well as just udderly so confused you can't really think properly. chris's voice break's into your frozen state "you guys have some freaky thing for getting off in public?" he questions you.

"what? no that's-" chris doesn't quite seem 100 percent sure of himself, almost like he's slightly scared that you'll just think he's a complete weirdo so he keeps his movements slow and his voice stays on the softer side as he speaks to you "you got yourslef in trouble or something then?" he asks tauntingly. his eyes glitter with amusement when he watches you freeze up. looking around, your mouth opens again and again like you wanna argue or deny it but instead you just scoff in disbelief, your eyes rolling at his audacity.

that was enough of an answer for him. he lets out a small hum in acknowledgement, like he's amused by you being punished by his brother. his hand slowly slides down from your arm to the bottom hem of your dress. you find yourself unable to do anything but follow his movement with your eyes, a small breathy whine leaving as the buzzing in your panties continues to make this all the more arousing.

"getting off with your boyfriends brother less than a foot away at dinner is kind fucked up not gonna lie." as chris speaks he uses his other hand to pull the fabric of your dress at the waist, tugging it up a little until you're just barely covered below the waist. his thumb slips beneath the material to rub gentle circles on your thigh "this okay? you tell me to stop and i'll leave n' pretend like this never happened, i promise." his eyes give a comfortingly concerned look, his hand freezing momentarily.

you severly hesitate, a shaky breath leaving your lips, feeling the slick spreading all across your pussy, panties and upper thigh from the nonstop vibrations on your sensitibe bud, now combined with chris's teasing. this is all too much at once. you're starting to feel lightheaded, not knowing how much longer you can hold off either crying or cumming right here on the spot. "matt would mm- hate me chris" you worry verbally to the youngest triplet. chris just shakes his head, chosing to lighten the mood with a joke as per usual "don't worry about him right now. you gonna be naughty or nice for me? cause santa doesn't have to be the only thing coming if you'll let me touch you." there's a shit eating grin on his lips now as he slips his hand just a litter further under your dress.

under other circumstances you would've laughed at his terrible joke. instead you meet his eyes, a suble smile on your face. you know you need to make a decision. guilt bubbles in your stomach, as well as the need to cum. your arousal speaking before you can, you blurt out a "please" your eyes begging chris right along with your words.

chris instantly smirks, stepping closer till there's nearly no more of your space for him to invade "so polite." he teases, his knuckles softly brushing up her thigh till he reaches her panties, where he pauses, his knuckles brushing along the fabric to feel the vicious buzzing. experimentally he uses two fingers to press it up against her clit just a little closer.

your hands both come behind you to grip at the counter top as your legs twitch, unable to hold off your physical reaction to the torture anymore. "ah-" you cry gently as one hand comes off the counter to grip at his arm, not to stop him but for some kind of support.

chris tuts at you "poor thing, bet he's been neglecting you all night" chris says, more so to himself as he shakes his head in genuine dissapointment of his brothers teasing tactics. then in a swift motion, his finger hooks around the front of your panties and tugs them down to your thighs. finally, the vibrator comes off of you. chris's eyes lock on yours for affirmation to continue and he finds your eyes pleading with him already.

you have the sudden thought.. why hasn't matt come to check on you at this point? or texted? your thoughts are quickly are ripped from your head when the buzzing returns once more, chris placing his palm over the vibrator, pressing it right onto your poor swollen clit again.

a strangled moan is forced loudly from your lips at the overstimulating feeling coming back all at once, your back arches off the counter as you look down, shaking your head. "chris no wait- fuckk, i'm gonna cum" you beg for him to stop, but not because you don't want to. for some reason your willing to sleep with matt's brother but you draw the line at cumming without his permission?? pussy.

chris watches as your hips squirm back against the counter, your face scrunched up like you can't take it. he raises an eyebrow at your panic and he subtly smiles, too sweet for the situation your both in. "so?" he urges an explanation with confusion and amusement at your struggle.

you look away from him, nails digging into his arm as embarassment eats you alive at your reason why. chris is having none of it though. he leans down to force you to meet his gaze in demand of an answer. a whine slips when you go to speak, but you manage nonetheless. "not allowed." you state, your eyes finally meeting chris's again.

he's enthralled by your obedience to matt's 'rules' and the guilty little look in your eyes. chris sighs, shaking his head as he brings his free hand to gently cup the side of your face "well i say you are, so go ahead." he says like this is completely normal.

before you can even consider responding, two of his fingers shove into your fluttering hole, his palm still pressing the toy to your clit. you cry out at the attention to your poor pussy that you've been craving all night, hips pushing off the counter to chase chris's hand. whines and choked sobs leave your lips.

chris taps the underside of your jaw "someone's gonna hear ya" he points out with a warning look, then his fingers curl up into your walls to force another response from you. and oh does it ever. you lean your head forwards into his chest with a desperate whine that makes chris's jeans grow a little tighter on him.

he gently cradles the back of your head with his large hand as he talks you through it "oh i knoww." he says with a mocking tone to his voice, a devilish smirk on his face that you can't see as he holds your face into the chest of his hoodie to muffle your cries of pleasure.

"g- gonna fucking- oh god chris" your brain is so far from working as he fucks his fingers into you, alternating between curling them at the perfect spot inside and then thrusting them quickly. the sound of you saying his name is enough to have his dick fighting against his pants. he wants nothing more than to stuff you full of him but this isn't about him, the only thing he needs right now is to watch you hold onto him pathetically whilst crying his name for more.

with the hand cradling your head, his fingers gently massage your scalp. the soothing nature is a vile contrast to the way his other hand completely ruins you. this only furthers the haze of euphoria your in, whining desperately as you clutch onto chris for life. if it weren't for him and the counter you'd be a puddle on the floor and chris knows it as he feels your walls squeezing in desperation for release. he knows that's his cue.

you experience the most horrible whiplash as within a second, chris's hand comes out from under your dress, the vibrator with it and all your left with is your cum dripping out of your fluttering hole.

instantly your head lifts off chris's chest. you watch up at him with pleading eyes "chris." you hate how you sound begging for his attention back.

the hand not holding your now turned off, soaked vibrator, is soothing your hair out. he holds the vibrator up to your mouth, tapping it onto your pouted lips. shamefully you open your mouth, allowing him to urge the toy inside for you to clean it of your own mess.

chris's eyes glimmer with satisfaction as he watches your gaze, eager to please him in favour of needing to cum. which is why you nearly wanna cry when he removes his other hand from your hair and brings it down to pull your panties back up, slipping the now completely still vibrator back into the fabric.

"i'm sorry pretty, but the only thing i want more than to watch you cum is to know you'll be left on edge all night thinking about me instead of him" chris states with a grin, giving a frustratingly casual pat to your shoulder before unlocking the door and opening it to leave. you're about to pull him back and cuss him the fuck out when suddenly you see your boyfriend leaning on the wall right outside the door, shaking his head at you as chris walks passed him with a cocky smirk. it all sets in and you feel more embarassed than you ever have in your life. they fucking planned it. matt let chris come fingerfuck you like some slut.

"you're un-fucking-believable." matt states, although not seeming as mad as he should. you have no choice in the matter as he grabs you arm and begins both of your journey to the car.

you fell right into their trap.

.....someone's getting coal this christmas.

lmk if y'all want a part two??

tags: @pleasebendmeoverxxx @mattsrod @sturncakez @watercolorskyy @pettydollie @sturniol0s @6ix9inewiturmom @sonicsmacks @fratbrochrisgf @eyelovedher89 @bernardsbendystraws @riversandwinds @ilovemenwithlonghairr @chrissweatytoes @courta13

[babyitsmagic]

her hand drops to her side when wisteria flinches away. fair enough, even if she doesn't like it. "oh. i thought that part was obvious." but why would it be? when the fae take everything so literally, things that are unsaid must feel like lies. despite knowing that, her words come out rushed, a little bit angry. "do you think i wouldn't love to wake up next to your beautiful face every morning? to spend my days with you, laughing, and fucking, and causing chaos here and there? eating meals together and cooking some of my mom's and uncle's best recipes for you? or making you my dad's stupidly good pancakes for breakfast? of course, i want that! of course, it would be amazing. i just need balance. i could even live with you being married to someone else, though admittedly, i don't know if i could handle you being in love with someone else." she thinks she might be a nightmare for diplomacy in that case, might be willing to murder anyone clover loved more than her. maybe she could work through it, but she's not certain she's built for polyamory. her fingers curl at her sides, her talons briefly coming out and digging into her palms. "i don't want to be gone from you long enough to forget anything anymore than i want to be gone from here long enough to forget anything. again, balance. you have to trust that i want to come home to you. i trust you enough to let you stab me. why is it that you won't extend me the same kind of faith? just because i can lie doesn't mean that i do."

clover flinches back when wisteria tries to wipe away her tears. she doesn’t get to break her heart and then be the one to try and piece it back together. she sniffles, arms crossed petulantly over her chest, as she does her best to try to and hear her out. but all she’s hearing is this isn’t going anywhere, this will still be a no, she’s just trying to delay it. “maybe is just a convenient way to avoid the truth,” is the first thing she says, her voice much quieter than it had been. “you know you haven’t even said one thing that might be nice about living there with me? only the reasons you don’t want to.” her hands fall her to sides and she shrugs. “what’s there to figure out, wisteria? i can’t stay here. you obviously don’t want to come with me. and i’m not enough of a monster to make you come with me.” mostly because it wouldn’t be fun or happy or romantic to have wisteria locked away somewhere and she knows the other won’t eventually come around to it. still, there are plenty of fae who wouldn’t have let her say no after she said she was theirs. she should probably remind the other to not be so free with her words, but she’s feeling a little rejected at the moment. “what do you want me to say? i’ll send you home every two weeks so you can see that you still remember what instrument julian plays, what luca’s allergic to? you want me to send you off, only having your word, which you’ve already shown you don’t mean, you’ll come back? over and over and over? for people you’ve said might not even miss you? what if you forget everything about me when you’re there? if not being near someone is all it takes apparently. what about the fact that i’ll miss you, no matter how long you’re gone?”

[rafecameronssl4t]

73 Questions with Vogue || Drew Starkey x actress!reader

Summary: just you participating in 73 Questions with Vogue and it goes viral!!!

Warnings: fluff!!!

Word count: 1,935

A/n: It's been so long since I've written a Drew fic!!!!!!! Also I got inspired by my previous acc's fic so if it seems familiar to some of you who followed me from there, don't come at me, I loved the idea too much lol. CAN SOMEONE PLS SEND ME REQUESTS FOR DREW FICS???

MASTERLIST

divider by @h-aewo

"Hello!" You greet the interviewer with a bright smile, swinging open the door to reveal him and his camera. "Hi, Y/n! Mind if we come in and ask you 73 questions?" he asks, his tone friendly and warm. "Yeah, of course! Come on in," you say, stepping aside and holding the door wide open, gesturing for them to enter as the camera pans through the foyer of your house. The space is beautifully designed, with soft lighting that gives it a cozy, inviting atmosphere.

"Wow, what a gorgeous house you have," the interviewer remarks, his voice filled with genuine awe as his eyes take in the sophisticated yet comfortable décor. "Thank you!" you respond, the compliment warming you as you flash a radiant smile. "Is this your favourite house?" The interviewer asks, already settling into the rhythm of the questions as you lead them down the hallway and into the open-plan living area.

"Yes, it definitely is. It's in my home city, and Charleston means so much to me, just like this house does," you say, your eyes lighting up as you gesture around. The view of the beach through the large windows makes the space feel even more special. "I love the view," the interviewer comments, looking out at the sunset that bathes the room in warm golden light. "The sunset looks amazing from here."

"It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?" you say with a soft chuckle. "I love spending time in this room specifically. It feels like a little sanctuary." You both share a laugh, enjoying the peaceful moment. "What's your morning routine like?" The interviewer asks as the camera follows you through the coastal-themed living room toward the kitchen. You pause for a moment, thinking about your answer.

"I haven't had much of a routine the past few months because of work, but currently, I wake up to a strong cup of coffee and a walk through downtown," you share with a soft smile. "It’s become a little ritual to clear my mind before everything gets too busy." As you stroll through the warm, inviting spaces of your home, the camera captures the personal touches that reflect your personality—a mix of elegance and laid-back comfort.

A question about your career comes next, and you happily share some behind-the-scenes anecdotes from your latest film. "This," you begin, the affection in your tone unmistakable, "is a magnet Sydney gave me when we wrapped filming Immaculate earlier this year." You glance at the picture, a grin spreading across your face. "It’s a photo of the two of us in our nun costumes... let’s just say, not doing very nun-like things." You laugh, the absurdity of the memory still fresh, and hold the magnet up for the camera to focus.

The image shows the two of you mid-laughter, each holding a cigarette with exaggerated defiance, your habits slightly askew, as though caught mid-rebellion. "What's the best compliment you've received?" the interviewer asks, a hint of curiosity in their voice. You pause, your expression thoughtful. "Oh, that's a tough one," you say, your lips curling into a playful smile.

"I think the best compliment I’ve ever gotten was when someone said, 'You're like Meryl Streep… but, you know, with fewer Oscars.’" You chuckle, shaking your head in amusement. "It was the kind of backhanded compliment that made me laugh for days." The interviewer laughs along with you. "That’s a good one," he says, clearly entertained. As you make your way towards the outside deck, the interviewer continues with another question. "Texting, calling, or FaceTiming?"

You grin as you lean casually against the railing, looking out at the beach below. "Oh, definitely FaceTiming," you say with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I’m terrible at replying to text messages. I’d much rather see people's live reactions, y’know?" A more personal question comes next, and you smile thoughtfully as the interviewer asks, “How do you handle the pressures of fame?”

You nod, taking a moment before responding. "I lean on my family and friends—they keep me grounded. And I remind myself that pressure is a privilege. It means people care about what I do, and that means a lot." Your voice softens as you speak, the sincerity of your words clear as you step into your home office, showcasing the awards and accolades lining the shelves. The conversation turns to your personal life, and a warm, affectionate smile spreads across your face.

"Congratulations on reaching your two-year anniversary with Drew!" The interviewer says with a grin, and you beam in response. "Thank you!" you reply, your eyes sparkling as you think of him. "Drew is incredible. He’s my biggest supporter, my partner in everything, and honestly, just my favourite person. It’s been such a special journey since starting my career, and I’m so grateful to have him by my side."

"What's the key to a successful relationship?" He asks. You pause as you walk through the hallway, your gaze softening as you think. "I think it’s communication and a lot of patience. No relationship is perfect, but being able to talk things through and genuinely listen to each other makes all the difference." You smile, adding, "Oh, and laughter—if you can laugh together, you can get through just about anything."

The sound of the front door creaking open interrupts the moment, and a familiar voice rings out, instantly making your face light up. "Oh, there’s Drew right now!" you say, smiling brightly as you move toward the foyer. The camera follows you, capturing the scene as Drew enters, with Nellie, your cocker spaniel, bounding beside him. "Hey, baby," He greets you as he slips off his sunglasses, pulling you close for a tender kiss

When he pulls back, his eyes widen slightly as he spots the camera. "Oh, 73 Questions with Vogue?" he asks, a playful grin tugging at his lips. You giggle, nodding your head. "I forgot you were doing that today," he chuckles. “Go ahead, continue your interview," he adds with a fond look before walking off with Nellie. As the camera returns to you, you make your way toward the stairs, glancing over your shoulder to find Drew already on the floor, happily playing with Nellie.

A soft giggle escapes your lips, captured by the camera momentarily fixated on the fleeting connection. "What's something people don’t know about you?" the interviewer asks, pulling you back into the conversation. You pause, thinking for a second. "I’m actually allergic to most flowers," you reveal with a sheepish laugh. "Really? I wouldn’t have known," the interviewer responds, clearly surprised. "Oh, absolutely! When we film Outer Banks, they have to shoot around the flowers, or I'd be a sneezing mess," you confess, casually walking backward while maintaining a steady gaze with the camera.

The tour continues through luxurious walk-in closet, filled with designer attire. “What’s your pet peeve?” You laugh, shaking your head in mock exasperation. "Oh, definitely when people chew loudly. It’s like nails on a chalkboard for me. Chase is notorious for doing it on purpose, so I avoid him during my lunch breaks," you add, giggling at the memory. "Where was the best vacation you’ve been taken to?" the interviewer inquires as you step into your shared bedroom with Drew, the ocean stretching out just outside the windows.

"I think I’d have to say Vienna with Drew for my birthday," you say, smiling over your shoulder as you look out at the view. “A song you replay often?” "Hm, I think Charlie, Last Name Wilson," you say with a grin, rifling through the records. "It never gets old, and it’s super catchy." You smile as you pick it out. "Most of you guys would know that this song is also Drew and Austin’s favourite, so we always play it on set," you chuckle. "Does the rest of the Outer Banks cast like it too?" the interviewer asks, laughing along. "They don’t have much choice," you joke with a grin.

"Is there anything from any set that you've taken home with you?" The interviewer asks eagerly. “Oh, I love this question!" you exclaim, opening a drawer to reveal a variety of souvenirs. "This is the bag my character 'Whiskey' from Glass Onion owned," you say, showing off the brown frill bag. "And here’s a pack of Italian cigarettes from Immaculate, they’re just props, by the way," you add with a wink.

You pull out a cowboy hat. "This one’s from Tom on the set of Billy the Kid," you explain. "And this," you say with a smile, holding up a ring on a necklace. "This is Rafe's ring, the one he gave my character." "What a beautiful photo of the two of you," the interviewer notes, pointing to the large black-and-white photo of you and Drew at a Vogue photoshoot above your bed.

"It is! That day was actually so special for us. We both got the call saying we’d been cast in our respective roles that we’d been auditioning for," you explain, your face lighting up with nostalgia. The interviewer then asks about Drew’s upcoming movie. "Speaking of which, Drew’s film Queer is coming out very soon. Are you excited to watch it on the big screen?" "Yes, of course!" you say, your voice full of pride.

"I was so incredibly proud of him when he got the role. He was definitely excited too, especially since it’s, you know, the Luca Guadagnino." You chuckle. "I got the privilege to actually be on set for a bit, and it was amazing. Plus, I got to catch up with Daniel," you mention. "It was really nice to see him again." You smile, the pride evident in your expression as you talk about Drew's accomplishments.

The conversation is interrupted by a gentle knock at the door, and both you and the interviewer turn your attention toward it. Drew’s head peeks around the corner, his grin lighting up the frame as the camera zooms in on him. "I made some iced teas—yours is half and half," he says casually, stepping into the room with a tray holding two glasses. You can’t help but beam as he hands you your drink. "Aww, thanks, babe," you say gratefully, your fingers brushing his for a brief moment as you take the glass.

Drew hands the other glass to the interviewer, who looks pleasantly surprised. "Wow, thank you, Drew!" he says with a wide smile. "Of course," Drew replies warmly before glancing at you. "Let me know if you need anything else," he says, shooting you a quick wink before stepping out of the room. The camera lingers on him for a beat as he walks away, capturing his effortless charm.

You take a sip of the iced tea, the cool, refreshing taste spreading through you as you let out a content sigh. "Is this something you drink often?" the interviewer asks, clearly curious. You nod enthusiastically. "Oh, absolutely. I like mine half and half, and I drink it like 24/7," you say with a chuckle, the glass still in your hand. The interviewer grins before asking a more personal question. "I can tell Drew is very thoughtful. What’s your favourite trait of his?"

You laugh softly, caught off guard by the difficult question. "You can’t make me choose—I love everything about him!" you say with a playful grin, your tone light but sincere. The interviewer chuckles along with you, clearly charmed by your response. "Okay, okay, fair enough. But if you had to pick just one thing that comes to mind?"

You pause for a moment, your expression softening as you think. "Hmmm," you hum, swirling your iced tea absentmindedly. "I love the little things he does," you begin, your voice warm with affection. "Like how he always remembers my coffee order or when he leaves me little notes when I’m on set. It’s those small, thoughtful moments that really mean the most to me."

The camera captures your tender smile, and the interviewer smiles himself, visibly touched by your response. "That’s so sweet," he says, his tone genuine. "It really is," you smile, a soft, almost bashful grin spreading across your face. "He’s the best boyfriend I could have ever asked for," you say, your tone filled with warmth and sincerity.

The interviewer watches you with an amused smile, clearly endeared by the dreamy, almost schoolgirl-like look on your face as you think about Drew.

~

The Vogue 73 Questions interview quickly becomes an internet sensation, captivating fans. It was everywhere. Clips of your candid answers and sweet, unscripted moments—especially the one where Drew casually walked in with iced tea—became the ultimate proof of why you were Hollywood’s darling. Within hours of its release, the hashtag #73QuestionsWithY/n trends worldwide.

The comments section was flooded with fans losing their minds over the glimpse into your life. "Can we talk about how Drew KNOWS her iced tea order by heart? If this isn’t relationship goals, I don’t know what is." "Y/n casually being gorgeous, funny, and real in her Charleston dream home? I’m in love." "The way Drew looked at her when he walked in… I CAN’T. He’s so whipped, and I’m here for it."

Memes circulate, celebrating your witty remarks and playful demeanor, while your thoughtful insights and open vulnerability spark heartfelt discussions. The part where Drew sneaks into the interview with iced tea becomes a fan-favourite, with many dubbing it "the cutest boyfriend moment of the year."

“I love how real she is,” one fan tweeted, accompanied by screenshots of your answer about Drew’s little notes and coffee orders. Another post with a screenshot of you laughing at Drew’s confused “Oh, Vogue’s here” reaction read, “You can just tell they’re best friends. I want a love like this.”

The media couldn’t get enough, either. Everyone from gossip sites to prestigious magazines weighed in on how you’d managed to blend the glamour of your career with the warmth of your personality. The buzz reignites interest in your past projects and elevates anticipation for your upcoming ones. Your social media following soars as fans, old and new, praise your ability to remain grounded despite your success.

Meanwhile, Drew’s small but sweet cameo sparks renewed admiration for your relationship, with countless threads and videos dedicated to celebrating your bond. “Y/n and Drew are proof that true love exists,” one viral tweet declares, garnering thousands of likes and retweets. Another fan edits together a montage of your cutest moments from the interview, set to a romantic song, which quickly racks up millions of views.

Drew couldn’t stop teasing you about how viral the iced tea moment had become. “You’re lucky I didn’t walk in shirtless,” he joked one night as you scrolled through TikTok, finding yet another edit of you two. “Please,” you said, giggling, your hand affectionately stroking Nellie, “half the internet would’ve fainted.” “Half?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “I think you’re underestimating me, babe.”

[sunniques]

— 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

➺ PAIRING: yoon jeonghan x female reader

➺ GENRE: stepdad au, smut

➺ SUMMARY: the story of how you get caught in your stepdad’s web of depraved desires.

➺ CW/TW: stepcest, infidelity, age gap, manipulation, dub con, drugging, toxic relationship(s), slight dd/lg themes, daddy kink, dacryphilia, breeding kink, degradation, spanking, dumbification, unprotected sex, riding, cum play, ass play, fingering, multiple rounds, overstimulation, creampies, squirting

➺ WC: 4.2k

NOTE: don’t like, don’t read. once again, i have to thank the amazing @wonustars for beta reading this for me <3

The moment your mom asked you to move back home, you knew things in her marriage were heading south. It’s not like she didn’t want you around, but even you could tell she only asked you to act as a buffer between her and her husband. Like the good daughter you always tried to be, you accept her invitation even though you know it probably won’t be the best idea in the long run.

Things are relatively normal at first. Jeonghan is a sweetheart. He always has been, even dating back to when you were a college freshman and you officially met him. You can tell he tries to keep the peace with you around. That doesn’t mean you haven’t accidentally overheard your mom and him arguing when they think you’re not around.

It’s awkward, especially because your mom seems like the bad guy in ninety percent of their fights. You wonder if seeing a marriage counselor will help their situation.

“My friend’s dad is a marriage counselor,” you casually mention to your mom when it’s only two of you one day. “I can give you the number to his office—”

You’re abruptly cut off when your mom slams her spoon down on the table. The look she has on her face is borderline murderous, and you wonder if you should’ve just kept your mouth shut.

“Did Jeonghan tell you he wants to go to counseling?” She demands, teeth gnashing together as she spits her words.

“What? No!” You exclaim wondering why she was so quick to throw the blame on your stepdad. “I just thought—”

“I can’t believe this shit,” her words are spoken through a bitter chuckle. “You know, I’m the one who told him we need to talk to someone. I can’t believe he had the audacity to put this idea in your head!”

Despite your attempt to clear up the misunderstanding your mom has, she leaves the house and doesn’t come back until the next day. You feel incredibly guilty. It’s not like you meant to make her angry, and you definitely didn’t mean for her to get angry with Jeonghan again.

Your stepdad remains incredibly sweet. He hugs you and rubs your back, assuring you that it wasn’t your fault.

“Don’t worry, little girl,” Jeonghan says with a kind smile. “Your mom and I will be fine. Just focus on school, okay? I pay a lot of money so you can be the best.”

He’s teasing you, and you’re not sure why you feel so relieved to know that he’s not angry with you.

Unfortunately for everyone, things get worse before they even have a chance to get better. Eventually, your mom no longer cares to start arguments with her husband even when you’re around.

You can’t help but feel sorry for Jeonghan because you can see how exhausted he is. That sweet smile can’t hide all the pain and defeat he feels. You wish you could do something to help, but he always pats your head affectionately and tells you to focus on school when you offer.

It’s not until you come home one night and find him alone in the trashed living room that you know things have gone too far.

“Jeonghan?” You say cautiously, walking around the broken glass littered on the floor.

It’s a mixture of a broken wine bottle and glass from a picture frame. The one that held your mother’s wedding photo. Jeonghan has his head in his hands as you tiptoe around the spilled alcohol to sit next to him. His long hair partially covers his face, but you can see the tear stains on his cheeks.

“Jeonghan,” your voice is more firm this time, but still gentle. “What happened? Where’s my mom?”

Your stepdad sniffles and looks up. For a minute, he can’t meet your eyes. Even without the eye contact, you can see how broken he is. It makes something inside you break.

“She’s okay,” he turns to you with that pretty smile of his that you love. Except it doesn’t reach his eyes like usual. “She had a little too much to drink so I laid her down in the guest room.”

You’re sure he’s talking about the one downstairs—the one she’s been sleeping in lately.

“You still didn’t answer my question.” You say, needing to know what happened.

Jeonghan whimpers, and you can’t resist the urge to hug him. He closes his eyes as more tears stream down his face. Your stepdad gently buries his face in your neck as you press your body against him, not caring that you’re almost on his lap. All you can think about is comforting him.

“Your mom wants a divorce,” Jeonghan croaks against your wet skin. “She–She—there’s someone else, and I—”

He cuts himself off with a quiet sob, and your heart just breaks for him. Part of you suspected it. Your mom was the one who would come home late or not at all sometimes. She would often accuse your stepdad of having an affair, but now you just know she was projecting her wrongdoings onto him. It makes you feel sick because even though she’s your mom, Jeonghan didn’t deserve that.

“I’m so sorry,” you say sincerely, stroking his back like he often did to you when you were upset.

As you comfort him, he slips his arms around you and presses you closer to him. An electrifying sensation courses through you when you become aware of how close you two are.

Urges that you’ve tried so hard to push to the depths of your mind suddenly rush forward, and now you can’t stifle them or pretend they don’t exist. Especially now that you’ve realized that your mom doesn’t deserve such a wonderful man.

So, you throw away every scrap of morality you have left in you and give into your depraved desires.

Jeonghan lets out a shocked noise when you push him back on the couch and straddle him. His eyes go wide and his mouth drops open in awe. You grin when he doesn’t immediately push you off, taking it as a sign to swoop down for a kiss.

He softly moans into your mouth, overwhelmed by how warm and soft you are. Jeonghan whimpers as tears keep streaming down his face, trembling when you pull away from him.

“It’s okay, daddy,” you purr in his ear, grinding your dampening cunt against his growing bulge. “Let me take care of you.”

Jeonghan shakes his head, hands slowly settling on your waist as if he wants to push you away. Except he doesn’t.

Instead, he lets you stay on his lap. Your stepdad doesn’t try to stop you even as you move in closer and start to undo his pants. He can easily push you off, but he doesn’t. Not even when you reach into his underwear to palm his growing cock. He’s hard. Really fucking hard.

“Wait, baby—” the pet name falls easily, and you love it.

“Shh, daddy,” you coo as you take him out of his pants. “Just let me touch you. Let me make you feel better.”

“Oh, god,” Jeonghan mewls when you start to stroke him.

Your stepdad’s cock is long and thick and oozing with precum. You lick your lips as you slowly move your hand, eyes trained on Jeonghan’s pretty face. You can tell he feels guilty, and you don’t blame him. He’s such a good guy that he wouldn’t want to hurt your mom, even after everything she’s done to him.

“We… we shouldn’t do this,” Jeonghan protests weakly.

When you get off his lap, he fights a whine even though he knows it’s for the best. Once again you surprise him by slipping out of your clothes and getting back on top of him. His pupils are blown wide when he sees your bare tits and cute pussy.

“Honey,” Jeonghan’s voice has gone deeper, eyes fixed on your body. “This is wrong.”

You ignore him because his cock is twitching and standing to attention. Gently, you cradle the back of his head and press his face to your chest. Your warm tits envelop him, and he’s delirious. You smell so good that it makes his brain fuzzy. Jeonghan feels his cock twitch when you reach for it again, and this time he doesn’t try to stop you.

“Please, daddy,” you beg as you glide your slick cunt over his throbbing cock. “I need your cock. Need it so fucking bad.”

A deep groan escapes him because you feel so warm and wet. Jeonghan just knows you’ll feel so good wrapped around his cock.

“You deserve my little pussy,” you whisper in his ear, pressing down harder on him. “Deserve to fuck someone who won’t ever make you feel so terrible.”

“God, baby,” Jeonghan grunts when he feels your dripping pussy nudging the head of his cock. His resolve is weak, and he doesn’t want to fight it anymore.

His moan syncs with yours when you slowly sink down on his cock. Your little cunt is so hot and tight. Jeonghan can’t think about things like guilt because he feels too fucking good. A nice, wet pussy wrapped around his neglected cock, sucking him in and squeezing him just right. He’s been so lonely and miserable lately that you feel like absolute heaven to him.

“Such a naughty little girl,” Jeonghan growls when you start to rock in his lap. You tighten around him and hold on to the back of his head when you start to bounce.

“Daddy,” you whimper as your juices coat his cock.

Jeonghan’s lips brush against your nipples as your bounces grow more eager. You clench around his fat cock when his weeping tip brushes against your sweet spot. Your stepdad lets out a mixture of a groan and a wail of pleasure as you keep riding him.

You’re lost in pleasure with the feeling of your stepdad’s hard cock twitching and throbbing inside you. It turns you on that he’s strong enough to push you off of him, but never attempts to. You cry out loudly when his hands curl around your waist to help you fuck his cock the way he likes it.

Jeonghan’s lidded gaze is focused on where you two are connected, watching as his cock disappears in and out of your little pussy with every rough bounce. He feels his balls start to tighten with his impending release. Never in his life has he felt so turned on. The way his stepdaughter is just using his cock like a toy is just driving him closer to the edge.

“Daddy,” you purr in Jeonghan’s ear. “You like my pussy better than my mom’s, don’t you?”

You already have your answer from the way he twitches and throbs inside you, his cock answering for him. It makes you happier than you expect. Of course, it would be you. Your pussy was made for him, and you’ll make sure he feels the same way by the end of the night.

“Fuck yeah I do,” Jeonghan groans as his hands go down to squeeze your ass. “Love this little princess cunt.”

You cry out loudly as your orgasm abruptly hits, coating his cock and balls with your essence. “Fuck, daddy! It’s yours! Only yours! You can have this princess pussy every day!”

Your fucked out moans do their job in pushing Jeonghan over the edge. He grips your hips and flips you under him, buries his head in your shoulder and frantically fucks you into the couch as he starts to spill his cum inside you. Lewd squelching fills the air as you happily wrap your legs around him and meet his thrusts to help him fuck his cum deeper inside you.

The both of you are panting by the time you’re done, but your stepdad makes no move to get off of you.

“Don’t think we’re done, little girl,” his voice is ravenous. “Daddy’s not letting you off this cock until you’re nice and stretched out.”

That’s how you end up on the bed he shares with your mother, face down and ass up as you beg for his cock. Jeonghan smirks, eyes trained on your sloppy hole. You look so hot like this, and he knows that he won’t ever let you go after tonight.

“What a nasty slut,” Jeonghan says, palms smoothing over the globes of your ass to keep you still. “Dripping all over my sheets. You want daddy’s cock that bad, honey?”

You whine and arch your back some more. “I need it!”

“Yeah?” You can tell he’s smirking. “Do you even care that your mom might wake up and see what a nasty slut her daughter is?”

You shake your head, pussy clenching around nothing. “Just want daddy’s cock in my little pussy.”

“Don’t worry, little girl,” Jeonghan groans as he kneels behind you. “Daddy’s going to stuff this needy hole and cover it with his cum.”

“Please!”

You cry out when Jeonghan shoves his thick cock into your clenching pussy. He bottoms out in a single thrust since you’re already so wet from when you rode him earlier. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, whining his name when you feel his balls slap against your clit.

“Oh, fuck,” your stepdad hisses. “Your little princess pussy keeps sucking me in, honey.”

Jeonghan spanks your ass. You moan loudly and clench down on his aching cock. “Mhm, just needed daddy’s cock to fill you up, huh?”

“Yes, daddy, yes!” You moan into his sheets.

The thick musk of sex fills the air as Jeonghan pulls his twitching cock out of you halfway only to slam it back into your needy cunt. You squeal and tighten around him when you feel him spread your ass and gently trace your asshole. His thumb slips down to gather juices from your dripping pussy and slides it back up to your asshole, gently pushing past the taut muscle. Your pussy clamps down on his dick hard, making him moan loudly.

“Can’t wait to break in this tight little hole too,” Jeonghan’s voice is thick with lust. “Gonna train you to take daddy’s cock in every hole.”

You moan and bounce back against him, cunt pulsing around his cock as his thumb slips in and out of your clenching rim. “Daddy!”

Jeonghan laughs in delight. “Sounds like you like it.”

You nod your head, and Jeonghan fucks into you harder, balls slapping against your sloppy cunt with every rough thrust. “God, you’re fucking tight.”

He groans when your sweet little pussy clenches around him again.

“Feels so fucking good, daddy,” you say as your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Love your big cock.”

You cry out in pleasure when his hand pulls away from your ass to slip his fingers over your hip to pinch and rub your sensitive clit.

“Is my little girl already cock drunk?” Jeonghan is way too pleased when you deliriously nod your head with a fucked out mewl.

You’re fucking perfect. It makes him wish he would’ve done this sooner.

“My pretty little slut,” Jeonghan coos adoringly. “Just a sweet little hole to dump my load into. Isn’t that right, baby?”

You shiver and meet his thrusts with more vigor, “Yes! Stuff my little hole full of your cum, daddy!”

“Fucking shit,” Jeonghan hisses as he grabs your hair and yanks you backward to give you a sloppy kiss.

His hips never stop, only snapping harder against you.

“I’ll give it to you, honey. Daddy’s going to cream your hot little cunt all night long.”

You mewl in satisfaction when your head is shoved back into the mattress as you keep getting railed hard. Wet slapping fills the room as your stepdad continues spearing you open on his cock. The smell of sex permeates the room as Jeonghan keeps using your body for his pleasure.

“Daddy’s close, baby,” Jeonghan groans.

You moan loudly. “Gonna cum, daddy!”

You’re moaning so loud now, and you don’t really care that your mom might wake up and come upstairs to catch her husband fucking you raw. All you can care about is how good you feel. You grind your pussy down on your stepdad’s throbbing cock while his fingers rub fast circles on your puffy clit.

“Yeah? Do it, honey.” Jeonghan leans forward to bite your shoulder. “Cream on me. Want to feel your juices all over my cock.”

His cock pistons in and out of your hot cunt, ramming against your g-spot repeatedly until all you can do is chant his name. You’re a moaning mess at this point, only caring about the white-hot pleasure you’re feeling.

“Gonna cum!” You slur out, drool dripping on the mattress.

“Cum for daddy, baby. Cum all over this cock.”

With those commanding words, Jeonghan spanks your cunt hard, palm coming down on your clit over and over until you’re screaming out in pleasure. It’s not long before your orgasm hits. Slick gushes out around his cock as he keeps fucking into that spongy spot and spanking your pussy. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as liquid spurts from your pussy and coats his cock and balls, making a mess all over the sheets.

It feels like electricity is coursing through your body from how intense you cum. Your fingers and toes curl in on themselves as your cunt pulses and clenches down on his cock.

“Fuck yes,” Jeonghan growls, as he keeps pounding into your fluttering pussy. “Didn’t know you were a squirter, little girl. So fucking sexy.”

It only takes a few more thrusts for him to bury himself deep inside your cunt and release his hot load inside you. Thick spurts of cum fill you up as he moans your name like it’s something holy. Jeonghan fucks his cum deeper inside you, making no move to slip out of your spent pussy.

However, you’re not done. Far from it, actually.

Jeonghan quickly flips you on your back, one hand on your hip and his other on your thigh. He’s spreading you open and holding you down as he starts to roll his hips into you. A deep groan leaves his mouth every time you clench down on him.

“Da—addy!” You cry out at a particularly sharp thrust that slams against your sweet spot and has you clenching violently around him, teetering on the edge already.

Jeonghan smirks, loving what a cock hungry slut you are. Not that he’s any better. He’s already addicted to your sweet little cunt.

“I know, honey, I know,” he coos in a sickly sweet voice as he continues to fuck you deep and hard. “Daddy’s cock feels good, huh?”

You nod stupidly, all coherent thoughts long gone from your mind. “Uh-huh. Feels so—so good!”

Jeonghan spits on your pussy as you grasp the sheets underneath you. You’re dripping all over him, making an obscene squelching noise every time his cock hits deep inside your tight pussy. He loves the way your pretty pussy opens up to let his aching cock inside. The way you grip him is the hottest sight he’s ever seen, and he knows nothing will ever compare.

“Daddy,” you mewl, barely able to think.

The only thing on your mind is that you want him to cum inside you again. You can’t voice your thoughts because an orgasm rocks your body all over again. Jeonghan laughs delightedly, loving how you keep wetting his dick with your orgasms.

“Dirty little girl,” he growls, bullying his cock into you harder than before. “Making such a mess on daddy’s cock.”

You mewl again, “I need…”

“Need what, baby?” Jeonghan coaxes as he starts to rub slow circles on your throbbing clit. “Say it. Tell daddy what you need, honey.”

“N-Need you to—!” His voice is so sweet that all you can do is break off into another moan. Your pussy tightens and stains his cock with more cream. All you can smell is sex and Jeonghan’s cologne. It only pushes you close to the edge once again.

Jeonghan laughs softly and fucks into you just a little harder, “You need me to...? Use your words, little girl. Daddy can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell him. Better hurry before your mom wakes up and finds you getting fucked like the nasty whore you are.”

That won’t happen, but you don’t need to know that. Although he can tell the thought of your mom catching you in their bed, fucking like animals, turns you on.

“Cum inside me, daddy. Please.”

Your words are slightly slurred and completely fucked out, and Jeonghan bites his lip before smirking down at you. There’s no way he can deny you his seed, especially when you’re asking him so nicely.

“There you go, honey. Take all of daddy’s cum like a good little slut.”

You and Jeonghan moan together when he spills his hot cum inside you. He fucks it into you like the last two times, loving how your tight pussy flutters and pulses around him. You’re such a good girl that you thank him repeatedly through a moan.

The rest of the night you two fuck in every position possible. Jeonghan is insatiable, and you’re tired and completely fucked out before he even thinks about letting you off his cock.

Jeonghan has your back pressed against his chest, a strong arm wrapped around your neck as he pounds you into his mattress. All of your previous orgasms leak on the sheets beneath you as you cry and gasp from the overstimulation. It all feels so good, but you don’t think you can handle any more.

“Daddy,” you whimper pathetically. “C-Can’t cum anymore.”

It feels like your head is starting to spin as his cock splits your pussy open. Jeonghan pounds into your g-spot relentlessly, cock swelling when he sees the tears streaming down your face. His cock twitches and throbs because despite your words, you’re still moving your hips to meet his thrusts.

Your stepdad smirks meanly. “Is that why you keep rutting against me like a nasty slut, little girl?”

You cry out when Jeonghan releases you and sits up to roughly smack your ass. He repeats the harsh motion until you’re screaming in pleasure. Your cunt clenches around him, hips involuntarily bucking back in an attempt to force his fat dick deeper into your tiny little pussy. It’s like an automatic reaction, but your stepdad loves it.

“Just lay there and let daddy breed you, honey,” Jeonghan growls when you give him another weak orgasm. He groans and smacks your ass as he forces the juices out of your soiled cunt with every snap of his hips. “Be a good cock sleeve for me.”

“Want it so bad, daddy!” You cry out, pussy fucked raw yet still so desperate for another one of his hot loads. “Breed me like the slut I am.”

“Want you to scream for me, baby.” Jeonghan moans as his head falls back. He pounds into your hot cunt harder, gripping your hips tighter as he chases his orgasm, using your pussy to get himself off. “Let your mother know how much you love your stepdad’s cock.”

“DADDY!” You scream at the top of your lungs, almost hoping your mom will walk upstairs and see her husband stuffing you full of cum on their marital bed.

Jeonghan cries out as his balls tighten up. His moan is loud as you cry out in pleasure, your pussy involuntarily giving him a fifth orgasm as he spills rope after rope of cum into your sopping pussy. He fucks you nice and deep, whispering filthy praises in your ear the entire time.

Your stepdad lets out a low hiss as he pulls his softening cock out of your sloppy pussy. He licks his lips and forces his cum back in with three of his fingers, pressing so deep into you that his wedding band touches your puffy little pussy lips, making you whine.

“Such a good little girl,” Jeonghan coos as he fingers his cum back into your pussy with a filthy smirk. “My pretty little slut.”

You’re completely fucked out, feeling completely satiated as you slump into the bed. You mewl softly when Jeonghan pulls you into his arms and starts to rub soothing circles on your pussy.

“Sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He presses a gentle kiss on your temple, and just like that you’re out like a light.

Jeonghan smirks into your hair when your breathing evens out and you fall into a deep sleep. There’s no better feeling than knowing his plan worked perfectly.

Admittedly, your mom played a significant role. With her insecure and angry personality, it was easy to make himself look like the victim. Faking the maudlin expressions and crushed spirit was easy enough, especially since you’ve always been so empathetic. Getting his wife to stay out all night was easy since he always lied and told her he’d be at the bar. She went looking for him every single time not knowing he was at home, fucking his fist to the thought of you.

And then there was the final act.

Inviting his unsuspecting wife for a drink was easy enough. Despite all of the fighting, she still wanted to have Jeonghan to herself. She couldn’t have known that he spiked her drink so he could stage the perfect tragedy. It worked perfectly since you didn’t think twice about believing him.

Everything has worked out as he hoped, and now all he has to think of is the future with his true beloved. You.

[enderlovez]

No Germs Found

Spencer Reid x Female BAU Reader WORD COUNT: 1000+

Summary: You and the team are back in Arizona on another case, and when an amazing unfortunate mishap takes place at the front desk, everyone is forced to share rooms with each other.

Content Warning: non-sexual nudity, strong language in reference to the temperature, blushy Spence, mentions of heat stroke, pain from the heat, mentions of murder, slightly NSFW at the end, Spencer likes boobs- I MEAN WHO SAID THAT?

A/N This is kind of a continuation of another one of my works called Germs, but they don't necessarily need to be read side by side. There's only one mention of something that happened in the first part, and it's not really that important to the story, so...

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None of you really anticipated being on another case so soon, at least not in the same place you'd just gotten home from a few days before, and the place you all seemed to... strongly dislike.

Maybe 'dislike' isn't the right word, but one thing is for sure — the moment you step foot off the jet, you feel like you're covered from head to toe in sweat, and your throat dried up like a fish in a desert.

Not to mention how you' were all stuck in a stuffy room all day, with crappy air conditioning that did absolutely nothing for anyone. So far you had practically nothing on the unsub, they were slippery as soap, and that stress — the stress of not knowing who they are, who they are going to kill next — has you in a very grumpy mood.

And despite the inconveniences, the day still somehow finds a way to get worse.

That much is clear as Hotch strolls up to our group of people with an annoyed look on his face — granted he almost always looks like that when we're having a hard time finding anything on the unsub.

"There was a malfunction in their system, and they overbooked their rooms," he says simply, only earning a choir of groans from us, "so we're going to have to double up tonight."

You throw your head back, a heavy sigh escaping your mouth. It's been a long day, and all you want is to lay around without your clothes on and go to sleep — but you can't exactly do that with someone else in there with you.

"You're free to pick your roommate yourself, but please, for the love of God, keep it professional," he finishes as he drops a small pile of numbered keys onto the little table in the reception.

Everyone immediately splits off into pairs, while you make no move to do anything, laying back on the armchair with your neck bent over the top, eyes closed against the white fluorescent lights.

"You know, frequent hyperextension of the neck can have negative effects on its structure and function," a familiar voice says from above you. "Around fifteen to twenty-five percent of North Americans experience lasting effects, such as chronic pain and nerve issues."

You peel your eyes open to find none other than the brilliant Spencer Reid standing over your head, dangling a key over your face, and just like that, all your apprehension melts away.

"Stop flirting with me, Spencer, it's incredibly unprofessional," you joke lightheartedly, a vibrant smile overtaking your face as you pluck the key from his fingers.

He doesn't seem to realize you're joking, though, because he immediately goes to defend himself, stuttering adorably and blushing firetruck red. "No, um, I wasn't — I would never flirt with you!" he tries to defend himself, only realizing a second later how it might've come off. "I-I mean I would, but that's not what I was trying to do."

You shake your head and laugh, standing from the armchair and threading your arm through his so you can lead him down the hallway towards the room you both would be staying in.

The room that was, technically, booked for only one person.

The room that only has one bed.

It's not like you don't want to share a bed with him, you're more worried that he might not want it, with his whole 'germ' thing. Not that he really seemed to care about that the other day, when he drank straight from your water bottle without a care in the world, then proceeded to ask you out on a date.

"I can sleep on the floor, if you'd like," he offers quietly as he shuts the door behind him.

You immediately dismiss that idea, shaking your head before the words are even fully out of his mouth. "You're not sleeping on the floor, Spencer, that's not fair," you say quickly, a sly smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. "That is, as long as you're alright with me sleeping in my underwear, because I will be doing that."

Of course you're half-joking — if there's any indication that he's uncomfortable with that idea you'll just sleep in a t-shirt and shorts, it's just that you'd much rather not in this heat.

"N-no, no," he says, his voice pitched just a little too high. He's blushing from head to toe, you know that without even looking at him. "You can s-sleep in whatever you want to, I don't mind."

It's entirely unprofessional, you know that, but you really can't help it as you instantly begin tearing your sweat-drenched clothes from your body, tossing them around haphazardly until you're left in only your bra and underwear. You don't waste another second, flopping onto the bed, briefly stretching your limbs out, then rolling to one side.

It's a relief to be out of those clothes...

Only now do you realize that Spencer has not moved an inch from were he was standing when you initially asked the question, face bright red, breathing uneven as he tries desperately to keep his eyes from dipping from your face.

"Come on, I don't bite," you say quietly, patting the empty space on the other side of the bed, meanly deciding it would be funny to tease him, "not unless you ask very nicely."

Nervously, he drops his stuff beside the door and makes his way towards the bed, siting on the edge of his side. You're sure you can see him sneaking glances down at your chest every now and then, when he thinks you're not paying attention.

Who is he kidding? You're always paying attention to him, clinging onto every word he says like you'll die if you forget a single one.

"Come on, Spencer," you urge, "you've literally shared spit with me, don't get all shy now."

You're phrasing it that way as a joke, and you're sure he knows that.

But the next words that come out of his mouth leave you stunned, mouth dropped open and butterflies stampeding through your stomach, heart beating a million miles an hour.

You're not expecting something like this to come out of his mouth, really, but after his strange confidence the other day in drinking all your water and asking you out, you're not sure what to expect now.

"Can you please bite me, then?"

[heavy-draw]

Were it anyone else, Shamir would be fighting furiously to escape their grip. But for it to be Catherine, the woman she trusts her life with, she simply rests her head on her shoulder as she remains silent to listen to every word that she speaks-- hanging on each syllable, committing every lilt of her voice to memory. Etching her tone into her very soul, for these words to accompany her in her moments of weakness and to remind her that she has something to come home to. She's had a home since Catherine first took her hand. Since they agreed to be partners, and since her brash and unapologetic attitude had changed her daily routine. Since she felt as if she had another soul in this world that would stand beside her no matter the odds... and one that would persevere. Shamir would always choose her own survival over someone else's. That's how it's been for decades, and that's how she's always managed to come out unscathed on the other side of a war. But now... perhaps there's something worth dying for. Something worth living for, too. A dry, breathy chuckle escapes her upon listening to Catherine's rambling, and her hand moves up to cup her partner's cheek as she continues. It's always been characteristic of her to keep talking when words were no longer needed... but Shamir appreciates the sentiments she's giving her. But she already knows. She just wanted Catherine to say it for herself, to acknowledge it finally. "Hey," Shamir mumbles in a low tone as her hands are taken in much larger, much warmer ones. It's cute, really, seeing how earnest and truthful that she's being right now... and perhaps it's time for the mercenary to be honest as well, even if the idea scares her beyond anything else. "I'm not going anywhere. Not without you. Alright?" She leans in to steal another chaste kiss, giving those firm, reliable hands a tight squeeze before she speaks. "I've always been afraid. Afraid that me letting my guard down will be a curse of some kind, that the second I let you in is the second I'll watch you die on a battlefield, fighting a war that doesn't even concern us." "You're strong, you're stubborn, and you're an amazing fighter-- but those qualities won't stop a sword in the back, or an arrow through the chest." Shamir bites down on her lower lip there, brows furrowing as her uncertainty threatens to overtake her in that moment; too many memories flash through her mind, too many recollections of friends... lovers... comrades gone from a single blow. "I can't watch you die. I can't even-- I can't--" Her voice breaks there before a sigh follows, lowering her head in an expression of near shame. It's so easy to fall into Catherine's orbit, but the scars that have been left on her soul and her body remind her of the possibility that one of them won't return home after a particularly vicious mission. "Please... Don't go where I can't follow." @thunderbanned

GRRR BARK BARK

catherine & shamir - continued from here

[wethotcrazy]

NEVER GO HUNGRY EVER AGAIN

pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

word count: 1727

hii it's been a while since my last fic and im stll on a high since the abu dabi gp, so heres a cute little lando fic. also just finished my first semester of uni hopefully i can be more active.

The soft glow of the monitors illuminated Lando’s face as he leaned forward, laser-focused on his game. His fingers danced across the controller, jaw set in determination. Voices of his friends buzzed through his headset, a mix of banter, callouts, and the occasional burst of laughter.

“Lando, mate, you’re absolutely throwing right now,” Max’s voice rang out, feigned frustration clear in his tone.

“I’m not throwing! I’m playing the long game,” Lando shot back with a grin, eyes still glued to the screen. “It’s called strategy, ever heard of it?”

“Yeah, the strategy of losing,” Ria quipped, drawing a chorus of laughter from the team.

“Alright, alright, just watch this,” Lando said, leaning even closer to the screen. His tongue poked out in concentration, the telltale sign he was locked in.

Time slipped away unnoticed as he navigated the game’s twists and turns. The familiar rhythm of the stream chat’s messages scrolled rapidly on his second monitor, but he was too deep into the game to glance over. Hours must have passed, but Lando’s mind was too preoccupied to register the growling in his stomach.

Then, a knock.

“One sec,” Lando muttered, sliding one earcup off his head. He glanced toward the door, his brows furrowing in confusion before realization dawned. He leaned back in his chair, eyes softening. “Come in!”

There was a brief sound of shuffling, the slight thud of a hip bumping the door before it slowly creaked open. Y/N stepped in, balancing a plate of food in her hands with the focus of someone carrying a national treasure. The chat’s speed doubled as her side profile came into frame, and messages like "OMG it’s Y/N!" and "Wifey alert 😍" flooded the chat box.

“Brought you dinner,” she said softly, walking toward him with careful steps. The aroma hit him before she even reached his desk, and his heart swelled with warmth.

“Oh, you’re a legend, babe,” Lando said, quickly sitting upright and scooting his chair back to give her space. He took the plate from her, eyes wide with admiration as he gazed at the meal she’d prepared. “This looks amazing.”

“I was worried you’d forget to eat,” she teased, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her smile was soft but knowing—she’d seen him get lost in games like this before.

Lando’s eyes didn’t leave her face for a second. His gaze flickered to the chat, catching sight of the flood of adoring messages. "The way he’s looking at her, I’m sick 🩸" and "That’s the look of a man in love" filled the stream.

“She’s literally the best ever, chat,” Lando said, his voice warm and unwavering. He reached up with his free hand to gently squeeze Y/N’s wrist before letting her go. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world, I swear.”

“I’ll get you a drink,” Y/N said, already turning to leave. “Wait here.”

“I—” Lando started, but she’d already slipped out of the room. He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head before glancing at the camera. “Chat, I’m telling you, I’ve won the lottery. She’s just…” He trailed off, unable to find a word that felt big enough to encompass it all. “Yeah. She’s perfect.”

“Bro, you’re down so bad,” Max’s voice cackled through the headset. “Not even hiding it anymore.”

“Why would I?” Lando shot back, eyes sparkling with pride. He lifted a piece of the dinner—some kind of stuffed pasta—and popped it into his mouth. His eyes widened as soon as he tasted it. “Okay, wait, hold on.” He covered his mouth as he chewed, glancing at the camera like he’d just uncovered a world-class secret. “This is actually insane. I’m eating like royalty right now.”

“Imagine getting home-cooked meals while streaming. Must be nice,” Ria sighed dramatically.

“Couldn’t be me,” Aaron added with mock bitterness. “I’m over here eating cold leftover pizza like a peasant.”

“Jealousy’s a bad look on you, mate,” Lando grinned, taking another bite. He’d meant to savor it, but he’d already eaten half before he realized it. “Chat, she’s turned into a whole chef since moving in. Two weeks ago she’d barely step into the kitchen, and now look at this. Look at me.” He gestured toward himself with his fork. “I’m living like a king.”

The chat’s pace somehow sped up even more, hearts, fire emojis, and "Y/N for president" messages flooding in.

Y/N returned with a cold drink in hand and set it beside him on the desk. Her eyes darted to the chat for just a moment before glancing at him, eyebrows raised in suspicion. “What did you say?” she asked, hands on her hips.

“Nothing incriminating, I promise,” Lando said, eyes wide with faux innocence. “Only that you’re basically a professional chef now.”

“Mhm. Sure,” she said, rolling her eyes, but the smile on her face gave her away. “Just eat it before it gets cold.”

Lando’s face broke into a grin so wide it crinkled the corners of his eyes. He glanced once more at the chat. "Lando’s done for, he’s a goner," one person wrote, and he had to admit… they weren’t wrong.

He raised his glass to the camera in a mock toast. “To all of you wishing you had what I’ve got,” he said, eyes flicking back to Y/N as she disappeared through the door again, “I’m sorry, but it’s mine. All mine.”

A couple of months into living together, it had become a routine for Y/N to bring Lando food during his streams. It started as a simple act of kindness but quickly became a beloved ritual for both of them — and for Lando’s ever-watchful chat.

Tonight was no different.

Lando’s camera captured him in his element, leaning forward in his chair, controller in hand, eyes narrowed in sharp focus. His headset covered his curls, his tongue poking out at the corner of his mouth in classic 'concentration mode.' On his second monitor, the stream chat moved at lightning speed, viewers spamming “LAN-DOOOO”, “HE’S SWEATING”, and various emotes of fire, skulls, and crying faces.

“Lando, you’re one shot, man,” Max’s voice rang in his ear, sharp with urgency.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah—I got it, I got it,” Lando muttered, hands moving rapidly on the controller. “Just cover me for like... five seconds!”

“Five seconds too many,” Ria chimed in. “I’m not your babysitter, Norris.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Lando quipped, grinning as he slid his character behind cover.

Then, it happened — the knock on the door.

“Yo, hold on. Hold on. One sec,” Lando said, throwing a quick glance at his door. A slow grin crept onto his face as he realized what time it was. “Chat, you know what’s coming,” he said, sliding his chair back.

“It’s timeeee!” one person spammed in the chat.

“WIFEY ALERT 🚨,” another user wrote, followed by a sea of heart emojis.

The door nudged open slowly, and in came Y/N, balancing a plate with one hand and holding a drink in the other. Her expression was one of mock seriousness, eyes narrowed like she was on a high-stakes mission. The second she stepped into frame, the chat went wild.

“SHE’S HEREEEE” “THE QUEEN HAS ARRIVED” “HOLD ON, SHE’S CARRYING SNACKS??” “I’m so single it’s painful”

“Dinner delivery for one Mr. Lando Norris,” Y/N announced, placing the plate in front of him with a flourish like she was a waiter at a five-star restaurant. “Sir, your steak and garlic butter potatoes. Compliments of the chef.”

“Oh, you’re too good to me, babe,” Lando said, eyes wide with dramatic awe. He glanced at the plate like it was a priceless treasure, then looked at the camera, pointing at Y/N. “Chat, look at this. Are you seeing this? Chef Y/N at it again. Tell me I’m not the luckiest guy in the world.”

“You’re not,” Max’s voice cut in, laughing. “I’m still here eating microwave noodles, mate.”

“Skill issue,” Y/N shot back casually, leaning down to glance at Lando’s second monitor. The chat’s speed had tripled. Her lips twitched into a smile. “They’re calling you a simp, by the way.”

“I am a simp,” Lando declared without hesitation, holding a fork like it was a scepter. “And I have no regrets.” He stabbed a piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth, eyes closing in exaggerated bliss. “Oh, my days. This is illegal. You’re ruining me.”

“Man’s got his priorities right,” Aaron’s voice chimed in through the headset.

Y/N’s laughter bubbled out, light and melodic, and she shook her head. “Don’t choke on it, simp. I’ll be in the living room if you need me.” She leaned in and tapped a quick kiss to his cheek, which sent the chat into meltdown.

“CLIP IT, CLIP IT RIGHT NOW” “THE KISS. THE KISS. WE’VE WON.” “I’m crying. They’re so in love it’s disgusting.”

Lando’s cheek flushed pink as he glanced back at the camera, his grin stretching wider than it should. “Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m done for,” he said, rubbing his cheek where her lips had been like he could still feel it. “But you’d be too if you had Y/N bringing you garlic butter potatoes, alright? Don’t be jealous. It’s not a good look.”

“You’re insufferable,” Ria sighed. “But also, I’d like to formally request a plate.”

“Tell Y/N I’ll pay her to ship it to me,” Max added.

“She’s not taking requests,” Lando shot back, grinning like a man with the world’s greatest secret. “This exclusive menu is mine and mine alone.” He held up the plate to the camera, displaying the perfectly cooked steak and crispy golden potatoes. “Look at that. The chat’s in shambles. They’re losing it. I would be too, honestly.”

He glanced toward the door, his grin softening as he caught sight of Y/N’s figure passing by in the hallway. “Yeah,” he muttered to himself, eyes trailing her for a moment longer before turning back to the camera. “I’m absolutely done for.”

“Somebody save this man,” Aaron’s voice cackled, but Lando didn’t even hear it.

“Don’t want to be saved, mate,” Lando said, mouth full of potatoes. He raised his glass toward the camera like he’d done a hundred times before. “Cheers to being a simp, yeah? I’ll happily stay down bad forever.”