#they got together in like freshman year
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Thinking about how if Shermy Pines. And like, if he is the baby, heâd be born in the 1970s and be 40 by 2012 and heâs already a grandad. He had to be a teen dad in the 80s (after a severe economic recession) and then his kid ended up being a teen parent by 1999 (Which is 8 years before ANOTHER SEVERE ECONOMIC RECESSION LOL)
Also he was born into a pretty broken family, probably rarely if ever saw his brothers. Do you think he ever saw Stanley before he had to start pretending to be Ford? Do you think Ford visited from college??? Because he didnât seem confident facing his father until he made millions, so like???
And, like, do you think Filbrick and Caryn changed as parents by the time they raised Shermy? Because it seems like a trend that as parents get older they mellow out a bit, so Shermy probably has a completely different experience with their parents then Stan and Ford, and talking to them is just âis this seriously the same parents???â (Imagine the silent resentment thatâd cause đđđ)
Personally I headcannon that Shermy had a daughter (Mabel and Dipperâs mom) and not a son like it says on the wiki because câmon. Can he just have a daughter. Idk why this is important to me but⊠câmon. Can he just have a daughter. It just feels right to me.
#gravity falls#Shermy pines#sherman pines#him being the same age as my parents feels weird#also him and his kid wouldâve had kids at like age 14#heâd be like 28 by the time Mabel and Dipper are born#CAN YOU IMAGINE#not even 30 yet#no wonder Mabel and Dipperâs parents are fighting#they got together in like freshman year#thatâs if their actual parents are still together#is Shermy even alive tho? bc why didnât Mabel and Dipperâs parents send them to their actual grandparents#maybe Shermy was an awful parent or something#or maybe he was busy with something else and Stanley was eager to take them#I imagine the call to âStanfordâ wouldâve been like#âhey I know youâre probably busy doing scientific research and all but#would you possibly be able to take Mabel and Dipper for the summer?â#and his reaction was just âYES. YES. ABSOLUTELY YES. WHEN CAN YOU SEND THEM OVER? CAN YOU SEND THEM OVER NOW???â#Or maybe they just remembered how happy Stan was when he saw Mabel and Dipper for the first time#supposedly he refused to give them back lol#so theyâre like âhey heâs a lonely old guy. maybe heâd like to spend the summer with the kidsâ#bc theyâre probably aware itâs a lot to ask for someone to take some kids for a WHOLE summer#also maybe Shermy just doesnât live in a place suitable for kids#like âStanfordâ has a whole cabin in the woods#Shermy âI had to raise kids in an economic crisisâ Pines might live in an apartment or something#that or heâs dead.#how fucked up would it be if he ACTUALLY died in a car crash#and Stanley winces as his faked death didnât age well
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tbh when mitski said âyouâre my best friend/now iâve no one to tell/how i lost my best friendâ
#my freshman year of college my best friend and I were both a wreck#and on opposite sides of the country#during winter break I made the decision to share certain information with their parents bc I was actively concerned for their safety#they were deeply upset about me betraying their trust like that and asked for a break in our friendship#(a few months later (which happened to be early March 2020. lol) they did shrooms and realized they wanted to talk to me again lmao)#(so we talked and cried and now weâre still best friends almost 4 years later)#and my birthday is in january so it fell right in the middle of the period we werenât talking#and my friends at school actually put together a really lovely party and it remains to this day the best bday party ive had#(most of my bdays have been sad and shitty lol)#but i just remember being drunk in my friends dorm room with my friends all around me#it was the end of the night people were just kinda chatting in little groups or whatever#and i was lying on my friends bed just miserable bc all I could think about was how my best friend was supposed to be there too#bc my parents were going to fly them out for the weekend as a present#and obviously that just got dropped#and id been talking to my friends about it kind of but all I wanted was my actual best friend#I left them a very embarrassing drunk voicemail that THANK GOD they deleted without listening to#but itâs just. the quiet agony of being angry and sad and hurt because your person doesnât want to be ur person anymore#and still wanting to talk to them about it. still needing them to comfort you and give you their advice and insights#i donât want to talk to anyone else about it. theyâre not you.#sigh. anyway. ive actually lost several close friends for various reasons ranging from reasonable to bullshit#and it always blindsides me how much I want to talk to THEM about it#so thanks mitski for expressing that so artfully#op
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so i'm watching d20 neverafter which seems to be, according to reddit posts, like the least favorite of the d20s and i have to say.... the first 15 minutes of big bad are well worth the price of admission. obviously i love this one bc ~fairytales but also i love these dweebs so much and they are all perfect
#lisa and i are obviously watching fantasy high together but it means we're only like 6 episodes in to freshman year#her brother finally gave us his dropout log in so we dove right in#i've still got a whole half a season left of neverafter but after this.... what should i do?#ot7: intrepid heroes
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ok fr last one but there's actually a bootleg of my school's anastasia and i'm linking it bc you all NEED to understand that my infatuation with this one girl's voice which started when i was in the 6th grade and still hasn't really worn off isn't based on nothing
#brielle's the one in the n95 mask (the video is too grainy to actually make out any of the ensemble's faces but she stands out)#and i'm the in my 'teenage tboy's diy first short haircut' era in every scene she's in#apart from everything abt the girl who plays anya. the tea on everyone else is that our director liked the boy who played gleb's voice so#much that she actually lowered some if not all of his parts to be in his range. the guy who played vlad was a total diva and uhm. the phras#'peaked in high school' has been tossed around at him a lot. and the fact that he came back to sub the year after he graduated isn't helpin#his case. also he pressured the girl who played anya's grandmother into wearing old age makeup + spray her hair grey bc he decided he was#going to wear it and since she's supposed to be older than him she had to too and used to waltz into the girls' changing room whenever he#wanted. everyone was like super shocked during auditions though bc we all thought he was a shoe-in for dimitry esp since seniors get#priority casting bc it's their last chance. but at callbacks (we had singing auditions via video and dance auditions in person and callback#were tacked on to the dance auditions) he kinda flubbed his song and then this freshman. who was with us via google meet bc he literally ha#covid at the time absolutely blew him out of the water and i remember walking away w brielle like 'holy shit [first name] [last name] just#lost a part to a freshman' (he's the kind of person you just have to full name otherwise it sounds wrong). that said i do think he made a#much better vlad then he would've made a dimitry and while he is. a lot. he's always been nice to me and i did briefly idolize him and his#stage presence way i did anya's singing voice but that faded when i got into hs and started actually observing his prima donna ways#(the one production we were in together before in middle school we didn't have any scenes together). the girl who played the grandma#actually shouted me out in cast circle and that's the only time that's ever happened to me. also i'm p sure her dad is/was dating someone m#dad and by extension myself work with so that's. Oh My God. like she (the one who works for my dad) brought him w her to a comedy show as i#think her bf but i'm not 100% sure and when he found out what school i went to he mentioned his daughter went there and despite the fact#that i basically have a script for when people ask me that question bc i do NOT pay attention to most of my fellow students and don't know#anyone i was like 'holy shit' bc i actually did. hm what else. the guy who played the tsar and i used to shittalk bad period dramas#backstage during the first part of act 2. also during the press conference scene i need you to picture all the bolshevik soldiers and#romanov royals doing the macarena behind the curtain bc that was absolutely what we were doing back there. speaking of the press conference#the really high singing w/o a clear source was actually anya standing behind the curtain on the other side of the stage bc she's the only#one who physically could sing the part. also in regards to the bolshevik soldiers. we were originally supposed to have wooden rifles but fo#some reason our director took them out so we had to just walk menacingly towards the romanovs. you can't rlly see me that well in that scen#but that jacket would NOT stay closed and for 2/3 performances i had to awkwardly hold it closed the entire time. luckily the one that was#filmed was the one where i was smart enough to bring safety pins and also saved like all of the ballerinas bc their costumes all started#falling apart at once backstage.#romeo.txt#theatreposting
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I think maybe putting my teeth on someone again wouldnât fix me but it sure wouldnât hurt to try
#this goes here purely bc Iâve been. less subtle over here it seems lmao#I had friends at 2 different points in my life that Iâd put my teeth one. one Iâd try and bite her finger any time she pointed at me (it wa#a bit and I never actually got her dw) and another in freshman year where Iâd just. nom shoulder. little bit of chew. she was just like#alright lol. we were in debate class together
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straight up living 2024 adaptation of a separate peace: toxic doomed yuri edition
#freshman year college roommate situationship who ends up in the hospital after a psychosis induced breakdown u had a hand in. will fuck u up#technically i didn't do too much but man. the warning signs i completely ignored... there's an amount to take reasons to take more#last semester i helped her try and get her grades up by tutoring her and reading over her essay but then when she couldn't i helped her#edit her grades sheet to send to her parents to make it look like she got As. because i know parents are scary#and then i found out she hasn't been taking her meds and i don't think i pushed her hard enough to take them#also she did the whole Making Me Become A Part Of Her thing. there was one day when she and i did a ''style swap'' and i felt like i was he#she's rly femme and i'm butch so u can imagine how that went. i met her parents today and i don't think they like her#neither does our other roommate. am i the only person who likes her and isn't embarassed by her. jesus christ#btw this isn't to say it's necessarily Romantic. moreso we have a bond bc of the evil shit we do together. i understand genefinny so much
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Childhood besties Chrissy Cunningham and Nancy Wheeler is real to me even if there's no canonical evidence
#just like thick as theives all through elementary and middle school#but then freshman year Chrissy joined cheer and Nancy got left behind not on purpose it just sort of happened#but then she found Barb and it was ok#canonically Barb and Nancy weren't friends until highschool which wild#i personally like the idea of them as a middle school trio but Barb and Nancy got left behind#but Nancy wasn't mad at Chrissy and still had a we were girls together affection for her#and like they'd acknowledge each other in the halls and Chrissy was really happy when Nancy started dating Jonathan#bc she knew about her middle school crush#she Chrissy offered her condolences when Barb died#does this make s4 10x more sad for Nancy? yes absolutely#but i do love them experiencing girlhood together and the only ones that remember are Nancy Jonathan Will and Mike#anyways i'm rambling#maybe I'll write a fic#stranger things#Nancy Wheeler#chrissy cunningham
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your dance dance upload reminds me when i was 14 and actually devastated that high schooler joe in the video was not shown with a l happy ending like the rest of his friends like pete slayed on the dance floor and kissed his gf, patrick was literally like âiâm cringe but i am freeâ and danced to his heartâs content, and andy got a gf but what about joe he just got pushed on the floor and disappeared đ whereâs his happy ending
itâs okay i was making out with him on the floor đ
#no but really iâm like WHERE is my BOY#in freshman year i always thought about writing a fic where joe and patrick got together at the end of dance dance bc they were the only two#-who didnât get a girl lol#txt#asks#anon
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sometimes it would be so easy to use BCC to gaslight ppl into believing shit that happened in s1 for ppl who either forgot it or never watched it. not that i would ever fully commit to doing it but i am saying the potential is there
#alli says shit#bcc#that season came out like seven years ago which. absolutely wild#i was still a freshman in high school when that shit dropped#anyways the carter shit is all absolutely real. for ppl wondering if this is me confessing i made it up#if i got any details wrong that is bc i haven't watched past? probably last refuge in forever#in terms of s1#i love s1 but those later episodes do blend together for me bc i def binged them all at once#meanwhile i remember shit so vividly from s3 on bc i watched them live lol
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It's giving the...main character syndrome. like who tf does she think she is??? Y/N???
NO OH MY GOSH ANON. LET ME TELL YOU. LET ME FRIGGIN TELL YOU.
#okay so i need to give her a name. we will call her yn bc she is just so different and quirky and not like other girls#so i haven't liked yn since freshman year (am a junior) because she seemed incredibly pretentious. she has like awards n stuff for this#asian advocation group and tons of other stuff which is GOOD. but she has a tendency to brag and be very cocky about it.#AND YOU KNOW WHAT. IT WASNT JUST ME. MY FRIEND FROM SEMINAR who we will call Pie for certain reasons (her name rhymes with it) AGREED WITH#ME ABOUT YN BEING COCKY! and Pie and Yn are in the same group since they are both Asian and ppl at my school typically hang out w their rac#is that racist? like there's an asian boys group and asian girls group. but it's only asians and white people; but it's weird since a large#portion of my school is hispanic. i dunno WEIRD SIDE TANGENT BUT BASICALLY THEY ARE IN THE SAME GROUPS; RIGHT? so Pie was agreeing that Yn#can be very pretencious; and I'm then like#oh i don't really like her for the cheating stuff she did with Mac (fake name) and how she got#him to basically cheat on his girlfriendâ and Pie says âoh well Mac started it; but Yn lead him on for over a month while he had a gf#and they kept this going until Yn decided to break things off; WHICH MEANS MAC'S NOW EX GIRLFRIEND NEVER KNEW ABOUT ANYTHING W MAC N YN!#also allegedly according to my boyfriend; Yn was doing homework as Mac was yk DOING it to Yn and she just like... LET IT HAPPEN WHILE HE HA#A GIRLFRIEND. HELLO? and when Yn ends it; he's like âomg but yn... i love you...â âno. i'll only hurt you; if you're with me it'll only hur#uh okay 25k words slowburn vibes.... ANYWAYS so she takes screenshots and sends them in a SUPER big groupchat with 20+ people (including Pi#and my boyfriend) and Pie (who was childhood friends with Mac) called her out saying how it was also kind of her fault for being with a guy#who was in a relationship; but she got super defensive about it. and this same thing happened AGAIN 2ish months later with a girl Jas and#her boyfriend Ben; where Yn was friends with both but basically was emotionally cheating with Jas; leading them to break up; and then she#GOT WITH JAS. HELLO???? WHAT??? and they r still together. none of them talk to Ben even though Yn said they were 'all cool and friends'#SUREEEE GIRL SURE. KEEP TELLING YOURSELF THAT. and Pie called her out on this AGAIN since Pie is friends with Ben and Jas too but Yn got#defensive AGAIN! BC SHE KNOWS ITS A SHITTY THING TO DO! and Pie doesn't really like her because of it and when Pie told me all of that I wa#in shock. because Yn was trying to play the victim in the situation with Mac when she sent the messages to the gc; and tried to do that AGA#N BUT IN THE SITUATION WITH JAS LIKE NO U ARE JUST A CRAPPY PERSON ! and appearently she is SO toxic she was nearly kicked out from a#leadership role at my school's asian pacific islander club or something! like girl WAKE UP! but that's not all; so i didn't know she was#known for going for people who had partners; yet still didn't like her; and last school year (about 4 months ago) my boyfriend got a 'reall#bad haircut' (i thought it was cute; but everyone made fun of him ) and Yn RAN around our campus trying to find him to make fun of him..#like wtf that's so weird and she will post screenshots of their convos on her story and be like 'omg he's bullying me!' when he's being dry#and did that in the gc (this time; i'm in it!) and i crashed out but my bf was apologizing and saying he told her to not post anything but#she didn't listen or something i guess. and sometimes when they are wearing similar outfits she'll post on her story that they are matching#um girl he has a wife and 12 kids. back the FUCK off. and i told him to distance himself from her or set boundries cuz i don't like that n#it makes me uncomfy; so he did which is good! but i still don't like Yn. she is a major pick-me IMO and very two-faced and covers her
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hello, if you still take requests, please hear me out
reader is roommates with a guy. a rather hot guy, to be honest
reader is in denial whenever someone asks if he's attracted to his roommate, but it's obvious he is, he can't take his eyes off him... taking quick looks at his crotch...
anyways, unfortunately the room only has one bed, in which they sleep on together. normally, they sleep each on each side of the bed, but tonight, roommate hugs reader from behind, sleeping spooning
reader won't admit, but he's sooo horny. he just lowers his hand and starts jerking off right there and then, careful not to wake roommate up
little does he know his roommate was just pretending to be asleep and is well sure of what he's doing. now, roommate will show reader what he's made of
would you mind writing something like this?
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Warnings âș this is a random oc. Bottom male reader!!! Changed a few parts of the plot and added kinks since there wasnât any. Get ready for me using song lyrics, just for a little bit. Anything not translated will be translated at the ending notes. if I have any Korean wrong correct me! I appreciate feedback, Iâm not fluent!
Kinks âș dubcon, lite somnophilia, dom/sub, manhandling, predator/prey, size difference, blood, possessiveness, dacryphilia
Words to know âș ìêž°ìŒ (jagiya/jagi) means âbaby/sweetieâ. ì ë°° (seonbae) title for someone older in school/work. í (hyung/hyeong) name for older male from a younger male. ì/ìŒ (a/ya) showing closeness to someone. ëì (Dongsaeng) little brother/sister, doesnât have to be a biological sibling/can be a friend.
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Those words were practically all that you heard these days. You know, when you originally came to this university, you had big plans. Plans to date as much as possible. Finally lose your virginity!
But theyâre nothing important compared to who you unfortunately got paired to dorm with.
Kim Jinu.
A third year at your university. You felt bitter, to say the least. Of course you would have to unlucky chance of being paired with an upperclassman than another freshman. Gah, you wanted to cry.
Anyone that came up to you was always asking about Mister Kim Jinu! What about you?! You were handsome too!
Well, you were a potato next to Jinu.
The Korean beauty standards just had to pick favorites.
A slow soft sigh left your lips as you stared at your empty screen in front of you. Your fingers twiddled with your pen before you leaned over and pressed it against the screen, attempting to finish the outline of your sketch. You were an art major, dreaming of being an animator or even a comic book artist.
Much to your parents dismay. You havenât had your motherâs signature kimchi in almost two months now due to your choice. But you tried not to dwell on it! You wanted to be happy.
And if being a starving artist is the only way, so be it!
Speaking of starvingâŠ.
Your stomach growled as you whined and tossed the pen onto the desk, lying back in your chair as you swirled around. Youâd have better luck being a Kpop idol at this point. Maybe itâs not too late. Who doesnât like a filler member?
You glance in the small circle mirror resting on your desk and probe at your cheeks. Plastic surgery isnât too much, right? Maybe a slimmer nose? Double eyelids?
â(Name) Oppa..? What are you doing?â
A shriek left your lips as you looked back at Cho Yoona, your classmate. A tight smile pulled on your lips as you took the iced coffee she had in her hands.
âNothing, nothing. Oppa is just having a mental breakdown.â You said, quickly taking a sip of your coffee to gain some energy back.
Yoona grabbed a chair and pulled it close to your desk, sitting down next to you. âHm. What are you doing now?â
âAh? Well, the theme was something out of our comfort zone, so I was trying to create⊠uh⊠nude portraits..â
âHuh? Nude? Will Professor Lee Hyunki approve that?â
You shrugged, placing the coffee down onto the desk. âI have a backup plan. I havenât been able to get in touch with him anyway.â A groan left your throat as you saved your draft before shutting off your computer. âAnyway, letâs go. Itâs getting late.â
As you and Yoona packed up, she suddenly looked over to you with a big smirk.
âOppa⊠are you⊠close to Kim Jinu Seonbae?â She asked, looking up at you with wide eyes.
âNo.â You quickly said, rolling your eyes. âWeâre just roommates. Not close at all.â
âOh.â She muttered, pouting. âYouâre lucky, Oppa. You get to be so close to Jinu Seonbae. Isnât he handsome up close?â She squealed, clutching her notebook tight against her chest. âIâd die if I get to see him right after he takes a shower!!!â
âGet your mind out of the gutter.â You muttered, playfully flicking her forehead. The two of you left the classroom, turning off the lights and closing the door.
Once Yoona went her own separate way to her own dorms, you couldnât help but think about what she said. Jinu⊠in just a towel..?
You heaved as you accidentally swallowed your coffee a bit too fast, pounding at your chest once you finally reached your dorm. Your hands fiddle with your keys while you fight off the harsh coughing burning at your chest. The door swings open as you struggle inside, slamming the door behind you.
Tossing your bag onto your side of the room, you make a beeline for the mini fridge and pull out a water bottle, downing it in seconds. As the cool refreshment calmed the coughing beast within you, you suddenly realized you werenât holding your coffee anymore.
Your eyes trailed down to see it lying spilled on the floor not too far from your feet.
And unfortunately, it spilled right on a stake of papers near Jinuâs backpack. A shrill girlish scream right of a horror movie leaves your throat as you collapse to your knees and pick up the coffee cup, seeing the damage.
Your fingers felt numb as they slowly peeled the notebook open, seeing the pages stuck together like glue. The once white sheets dark in black, ice cubes coating it like sprinkles. Holy fuck.
Fuck fuck.
Jinu was going to kill you!
With the coffee coating the paper, you could hardly read what was written in it. But judging from the top cover, it looked to be a study guide or something.
Your eyes squinted as you tried to read what you could in hopes of gaging just how bad you fucked up. The words that you could only read were: âë°ëłŽâŠí ëŒâŠìêž°âŠâ
What the fuck?
Idiot, rabbit, babe?
What the hell was Jinu writing about?
Jinu was a business major. You couldnât recall him taking any classes dealing with animals. Maybe it was a code word? Well, all that mattered was that it didnât seem too important so you quickly grabbed the notebook. Drying it with a hair dryer seemed like your safest bet.
The room door opened, catching your attention as you shoved the notebook behind your back. There stood Jinu, obviously waving bye to someone before finally looking into the room. His eyes zoned in on you, face just frozen for a solid second.
You panicked, thinking that he could possibly see the notebook behind your back. Not the fact you were on your knees, staring up at him with wide cute eyes, and plump lips pulled into a slight pout. Especially with your sweater that was large and baggy, something you preferred, with one of the sleeves downâshowing your bare shoulders.
Why would you wear tanks underneath the sweater? The buildings here arenât that cold.
âJinu Seonbae..!â You whisper, giggling nervously as you pressed the notebook tight against your back, taking a peek to make sure it didnât stick out. âHow.. was your day?â
Jinu blinked. Once, twice, before a large grin pulled onto his face and his eyes practically closed into those crescent moons girls swooned about. Whatever he was thinking about was long gone.
âI thought I told you to call me hyung, (Name). Weâre going to be roommates for a while anyway.â Jinu said, closing the door behind him as he slipped off his shoes and put away his jacket.
You wanted him to stay as far as possibleâyou couldnât have him seeing the mess you made! Your eyes trailed around the room, looking for something to distract him with. The floor was feeling sticky from the coffee, its spill coating the floor and now your knees. You didnât even noticed you had accidentally knelt in the damn puddle.
âH..Hyung! Uhm, can you⊠get me some napkins?â You yelled, stopping Jinu just as he began to walk past the bathroom door. He balked at your raised voice but simply hummed, turning on his heels to grab some from the connected bathroom.
Your hands gripped the sticky notebook and shoved it underneath one of your old textbooks on your desk, standing up just as Jinu came back.
âSpilled something?â
âMhm⊠just some coffee.â You muttered, thanking him for the napkins as you kneeled back down to wipe it up. âI donât think it got on any of your things.â
Jinu let out a noncommittal hum, standing just inches from you as you bent over. You felt watchedâto a strange and uncomfortable amount but you didnât want to say anything. Once you finished, you glanced up at him, hoping he possibly didnât notice his missing notebook.
But this position.
No.
No, it was his stare really. You felt yourself squirm, wondering how a guy could look so cute not too long ago and watch you like a hawk the next.
âAh, (Name), did you eat the sandwich I bought you?â Jinu suddenly asked, his gaze shifting to his desk as he moved past you, sitting down on his chair. âI tried to remember what you liked.â
âOh uhm. I gave it to my dongsaeng.â
The soft taps on the desk stopped, causing you to look over at Jinu. He was facing the window so you couldnât get a read on his face. But the total silence made you feel as if what you said was the wrong answer.
âDongsaeng? Biological?â
âUhm. Yes. My little brother came to visit me.â You muttered, feeling a bit weirded out he asked that. âHe skipped school to see me, but I didnât have enough money to take him out so I just gave him my lunch. Sorry, Seonbae.â
Jinuâs light tapping on the desk began again as he let out a laugh. âItâs okay! Iâll just make sure to get you two next time.â He turned to face you, a large grin on his lips. Any tension in your body slipped away as you couldnât help but smile back.
Kim Jinu wasnât too bad of a roommate.
Just a shame he kept cockblocking you.
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âWa, Hyung, these lover letters are all for you?â
On your desk, covering your keyboard and almost the entire space area, was a small mountain of love letters. In your classroom for art major, you all had small little cubicles that was essentially your work station. Unlucky for you, many people found out exactly where yours was to leave gifts.
Oh but not for you.
Are you kidding?
They were all for Jinu.
Your classmate, Im Taeil, reached over and grabbed one of the food that were left, reading the sticky note attached to it. âOh. This one is for Kim Jinu Seonbae.â
âTheyâre all for him.â You muttered bitterly, grabbing a heap of them and stomping over to the trash, dumping them with no remorse. Taeil watched you in awe as you cleaned your desk in seconds, leaving just the few snacks.
âWhy do they give them to you instead of Jinu Seonbae?â Taeil asked, pulling at the rest of the sticky notes to read what was on them. âWouldnât it be easier to just confess to him? Wow, these notes leave nothing to the imagination. I think some of these are from guys too.â
You rolled your eyes, grabbing one of the chocolate bars and pulling it open, taking a big bite. âI donât know! Maybe they canât handle rejection. I hope they know Iâm not his damn servant!â You plopped down onto your chair and sighed, wanting to just drown in your sorrows.
So much for getting laid or finding a partner.
All that anyone wanted was Kim Jinu!
Agh!! You just wanted to say, âêșŒì ž!â But you knew saying âgo to hellâ to everyone was a bad idea and would practically send you into the shadow realm of no friends.
Though your only friends seemed to be Taeil and Yoona. But you didnât really think they liked you as a person. You were just the easiest to talk to.
âHyung, can IâŠ?â Taeil suddenly whispered, catching your attention. His hands made a grabby motion as he inched close to one of the snacks on your desk. You mutely waved and allowed him to grab whatever he wanted. Youâd probably just give the rest to Yoona or something. Ah, maybe your little brotherâŠ?
âOh, Oppa! Taeil!â Yoona greeted, the door pushed open as she carried a bag filled with goods. She skipped over, a bright cheery grin on her lips as she stood right in front of you and Taeil. âLook what Jinu Seonbae gave me! Ah, heâs so cool!â
Taeil peaked into the bag and pulled out a bag of chips. âWow. He really got these for you?â You couldnât deny the slight twitch in your lips at his wording. Her? Just for Yoona? No way. No wayâŠ
Yoona shook her head. âNot just for me! Itâs mainly for (Name) Oppa!â She took out another pair of chips and two sodas, handing one over to Taeil. âThe rest is for you! Thereâs a note inside.â
The bag was practically thrusted onto your lap as Yoona walked over to her desk across from yours and plopped down, eagerly chowing down on her snacks.
Taeil looked curious on what the note said but seemed to know there was limits to his nosy behavior as he sat down at his desk two seats away from you. Huh. Mainly for you?
Weird.
You pulled open the plastic bag and pulled out a soda and chips, similar to what he gave Taeil and Yoona. But there was more: two turkey sandwiches. You pulled out the one that had a sticky note on it, tilting your head as you read his handwriting out to yourself.
â ìŹêž°, ìëììč ë ê°ì. ì€ì§ í ëŒë§ì ìí! ìë ëì! â
â Here, two sandwiches. For Bunny only! No Dongsaeng! â
âNo dongsaeng?â
You shrieked, looking back to see Taeil suddenly standing behind you. He grinned sheepishly, taking a step back.
âSorry, Hyung. You got so quiet⊠I was a bit worried.â
Yoona perked up from her desk, tilting her head. âWhat does it say?â She walked over and glanced down at the note. âWhoâs bunny?â
You shrugged, ânot sure. Iâve never been called a bunny before.â You let out another pathetic cry of shock when Yoona and Taeil were suddenly close to your face, eyes wide as if they were examining you like a piece of meat.
âReally? You look more like a deer to me.â Yoona muttered.
âNo⊠I see the bunny. Ah, but maybe hamster too. You have chubby cheeks, Hyung!â Taeil chimed in.
You rolled your eyes, wanting to push them away but you kinda enjoyed the attention. You werenât really into the whole animal representative thing that a lot of Kpop idols did. Just didnât see the purpose, especially after you grew up. But you wouldnât lie and say you didnât like being referred to as such cute animals.
You couldâve gotten an insect!
The rest of the day was uneventful. You actually ended up eating both sandwiches Jinu gave you, slaving away at your project. It wasnât going as great as you envisionedânowhere near. You had no problem creating a nude body it was just difficult to make it⊠artistically pleasing and not full on horny.
â ì êčë§ì ìê° ìëì?âŠ. â
Yoonaâs Bluetooth speaker sang the melody of AOA - Excuse me as you stared at the rough draft in front of you. You wished you didnât pick digital art for this project and stick to traditional but there was no use complaining now.
Your wrist tensed as you zoomed in on the face of your modelâcreating the soft brush strokes of his hair. Sharp eyes, black in color. The outline of lips that you would paint in pink. Maybe even red. Earrings? No, he doesnât have any.
Heâs gotten bigger. Definitely compared to the pictures youâve seen of him last year from his friends. Weights..? Boxing? His knuckles looked bruised sometimes when you saw him.
Red, aching. Cuts of skin. Bright and glossy from the ointment heâd put on it. Tanned skin. Red against tanned skinâa perfect contrast.
Does it hurt to move? If you kissed it, would the blood coat your lips?
It was such an edgy thought but you wondered how itâd look to use his blood as lipstick.
His thumb pressed on your bottom lip, slowly smearing it. Would he call you pretty? Kissing you so you both can taste the metallic rush of blood. Maybe you can taste something else. White, maybe?
Your breathing shuddered as your grip on your pen tightened, legs pressing tightly together. Red and white. Would he like you in that? Pretty and pliant just for him to claim. Your free hand gently pulled at your pants, alleviating some pressure against your crotch.
Bunny. Were you his bunny?
Is that what he thought of you? Helpless and defenseless? His fingernails digging into your soft skin as blood spilled, your soft moans teetering on the verge of tears.
What did he remind you of?
A fox?
Donât they eat bunnies?
You didnât know why the thought made your whole body spasm. Your breathing getting heavy as the pen began to slip from your hand. Heâd chase you. Yeah, thatâs what a fox does to their prey. Chase you until couldnât run anymore, huddled in a dead end as he got closer.
Youâd cry and beg but heâd take you. Because he wants youâwants you so bad he canât control himself. Heâd always wanted you beneath him screaming his name for all to hear. As you became his prey.
â ëČìŽë ì ìë 걞 â
âOh! I love this song! Taeil, do you like The Boyz?â Yoona said, turning up the volume. Taeil hummed, looking up from his screen. His eyes looked bloodshot at this point. How long have you guys been here?
âI prefer girl groups. Like Red Velvet!â Taeil said, proudly showing his phone that had a Lock Screen of Seulgi. Yoona cooed and showed her Lock Screen of Kevin. Wow, youâre stuck with Kpop fans. You rubbed your eyes, looking away from your screen to stop seeing the dark spots appearing in your vision.
Taeil and Yoona began talking about their favorite groups while you listened to the song. It felt oddly fitting for the mood you were in right now. Youâd have to ask Yoona for the name later. Right now you need a drink, stat.
You grabbed your water bottle and took long gulps as you finally glanced back at your drawing. It took a moment for it to fully register before you let out a scream.
No it was certainly manly.
âHyung?!â
âOppa?!â
Thereâright in front of youâwas Kim Jinu staring right back at you. YouâŠ
You fucking drew him?!
â ìší” ëëĄ ëŹŒë€ìŹì§ í
ë⊠â
No way. No fucking way.
But there it was, staring back at you. His fluffy black hair slicked back as if he was drenched in water. Black eyes with his signature big nose. His lips werenât pulled into his usual smiles. You had drawn him with all of his features except that damn smile.
Damn Kim Jinu⊠he was affecting you in ways you didnât think was possible.
You quickly saved your draft on the tablet and turned it off, needing to just go to your dorm and sleep this daze off. âYoona⊠Taeil⊠I need to sleep.â You muttered, Yoona and Taeil staring at you with worried looks. âYou guys should go sleep too. Itâs late.â
Yoona and Taeil didnât fight it. It looked as if they were waiting for you to give them permission. You waved them off, stating you needed to clean up a bit before leaving. Your professor didnât like crumbs. But you didnât clean, you just stared at your tablet. The large tablet that the school provided that was now logged on into your account, holding a secret.
Your breathing slowed as you reached over and pressed the power button, waiting as it lit up. The soft taps filled the room as you logged back in and clicked your recent save. He appeared in front of you again.
That fox.
A shudder left you as you pulled down your pants, along with your boxers, as your cock plopped out against your tummy. It was small. Smaller than most. Around 4 inches. Possibly 3 really. But it didnât matter to you reallyâyou didnât think youâd ever want to top anyway.
Your hand grasped your cock as you began to pump it slowly, staring straight at the drawing in front of you. His cock. You wondered what it looked like.
You respected his privacy so you never dared to stare at him whenever he came out of the shower.
But you wish you did. Wish you could have an accurate picture of how it would look. How it would be deep inside of you. Would it make a bulge in your stomach?
Is he thick? Long? Maybe both.
You arched your back against the chair as you took shallow breaths, your whimpers filling the empty room. Your toes curled as you whined and mewled, wishing someone else was jerking you off.
Oh who were you kidding?
You wished it was Jinu.
Even as you reached your orgasm, cum coating your tummy, you didnât feel any relief.
What fun was it if he didnât chase you?
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âJagiâŠ.â
A hum left your throat as you buried your face into your arms, shivering slightly from the cool air that tickled your stomach.
âJagiya.â
Puffs of air brushed against your cheek. It was warm, a nice contrast compared to the cool air that covered you. A finger gently touched your cheek. Poking and doing small circles around the outline of it. The hand trailed down your face to your back, rubbing circles as it started a slight rhythm.
â ë ë늏ë ê±°ìŒ, ìì ìêž°ìŒ. â
Despite the taps jolting against your skin, it almost lulled you back into sleep. It was something you missed, the touch of someone special. Slowly, it inched further down, moving to the end of your sweater. Your body flinched at the hand now teasing your skin directly as it grazed it your stomach.
â 돎방ëč í ëŒ. ëŽê° ëë„Œ ëščìŽìčìžêČ â
It felt sticky. A deep chuckle reverberated against your back. The touch on your skin was possessive, rubbing and massaging your stomach. Your body flinched as your breathing began to stutter. A hand slipped further down, easily squeezing its way into your pants. The sensual touchâit felt as if you belonged to them and only them.
â ëë§êž°ë©Ž ì«ìŽê°ê±°ìŒ, í ëŒìŒâŠ â
A gasp left your lips as your eyes opened, looking around to notice that you were still in the classroom. Fuck. Your body tensed as you moved away from your desk, groaning at the awkward position you slept in. As you stretched, your gaze flickered to an ice coffee on your desk with a sticky note attached to it.
It had a badly drawn bunny on it with a heart next to it. The words: âfighting!â were scribbled beside the crude drawing. You couldnât help but smile, placing the note on small bulletin board near your desk.
It mustâve been your hyung, Lee Minjae. Or who you affectionately called, Minnie Hyung. He was the one who pushed you to pursue your major instead of what your parents wanted. Such a great hyung.
The whole thing about Jinu felt like a distant memory. Youâd have to change what youâre submitting for the project, immediately.
No way in hell were you going to submit a nude of your fucking roommate.
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There was a something wrong with your bed.
After you took your shower and changed into comfy pajamas, you noticed there was something wrong your bed. Well for one the fucking mattress was missing. You had called Jinu if he knew what happened but all he said was that he found a nest of spider eggs in it so the school confiscated it.
Unlucky for you the school were cheap stakes and it was gonna take a bit of time before you got a new mattress. Jinu had said you would be sharing with him but you didnât necessarily think you could survive something like that.
Him pressed up against you.
Would itâŠ
You pushed the thought away. Your eyes trailed off to your desk when you suddenly remembered the ruined notebook. You walked over and grabbed it from beneath one of your textbooks, seeing it in its fully ruined glory. There was no salvaging it at this point. You hoped Jinu didnât care for this dumb thing.
But you were curious to see if you could read it fully now.
You slowly peeled it open and bristled at just how bad the damage was. Half of the pages were stuck together and when you tried to part it they tore. The pen he used to write it had smudged from the liquid so his handwriting was ineligible.
Right before you had given up to just toss it, you came across the last page, seeing a word you could understand. âJagi.â Huh. Who was this babe of his? You tried to push away the slight bitterness in your throat the thought of that.
Of course heâd have a girlfriend. He was Kim fucking Jinu.
Itâd be a shock if he didnât.
You tossed the notebook into the trash can and made sure to put your food snacks on top of it just in case Jinu decided to accidentally look in there. If Jinu ever asked about his notebook, youâd pretend you never even seen him with a notebook before.
Now all you had to deal with was the problem of sleeping in the same bed with Jinu. Youâd survive.
Hopefully.
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You havenât survived. Itâs been two weeks and it felt as if you hadnât slept in years. Jinu keeps two pillows between the both you while you slept but somehow the two of you always end up close. It wasnât even a day ago when you woke up to yourself resting right on Jinu, your cheek pressed against his chest while your hand palmed his neck.
He had a big chestâyou wished you had a little bit of a degenerative attitude to feel him up.
But youâd rather not be known as the perverted roommate.
â(Name)-Ah? Something wrong?â A hand gently rests on your shoulder as you glanced up to see Lee Minjae staring down at you. A cute grin pulled on your lips as you placed your pen down to grip one of his hands. You just liked touching him.
âMinnie Hyung! What are you doing in the art department?â
Minjae smirked, leaning down as your noses touch. âCanât check in on my dongsaeng? Your classmates have been telling me that youâve been cooped up in here. Itâs not good for you to stare at the screen for this long.â You giggled, watching as he pulled away.
âMhm. Iâm okay, promise!â You could feel yourself acting cuter in Minjaeâs presence. It wasnât shocking. He always made you feel safe to act how you do behind closed doors. You could wear whatever you wanted around him without being judged.
A perfect, perfect hyung.
âAh, Hyung, thank you for the coffee last time! I enjoyed it.â
Minjae hummed. âCoffee? I didnât bring you coffee.â
âWhat? You didnât? ThenâŠâ You pulled your lips into a pout as you thought about who would do something like that for you. It couldnât be Yoona and Taeil. You werenât close to anyone else.
âAh, did my pretty dongsaeng finally get a secret admirer?â Minjae grinned, playfully pulling at your cheeks while you whined. The two of you began to giggle like little boys as you stared up at Minjae with a look of pure content.
You hoped you had Minjae with you forever.
A soft knock on the door caught your attention as you and Minjae glanced to the right to see who it was. The position you were in was almost of that of a couple. Your hand grasping Minjaeâs as they rest on your shoulders. The previous nose rubbing and even just you looking up at him like he hung up the moon.
Were you two a couple?
â íì€ë„ž ìŽ ê°ì ì⊠â
Jinu was having a terrible day. First he had to entertain a few random teachers with something he didnât even care to remember. Second he was bothered by some fourth years about a project they needed help on. And now, he had to deal with Cho Yoona and Im Taeilâs yapping about their favorite song while he walked to your classroom.
That song Yoona was playing just made him angrier. Insanity was the name of the song, at least thatâs what she said. Jinu felt the same and thought if he had to see something else that pissed him off heâd die a slow death.
So of course he had to see you, his bunny, making fucking whore eyes to some random seonbae.
What the fuck?!
Jinu forced a tight grin and held up a bag filled with food. Food that was just for you but of course he canât say that. Despite himself, he tried to keep an easy going and fun attitude when speaking to other people. Though he was wondering if he should forgo that for punting Lee Minjae into the sun.
That stupid pig.
You wouldnât even look at Jinu, you havenât been looking at him often these days. He knew it was because you were embarrassed about the sleeping arrangements. But it was the only way he believed you could get closer to him.
So what if he deliberately put a spider and other insects in your mattress in hopes they laid eggs and ruin it so then it would force you to sleep on the same bed with him?
You donât understand any of his other hints or flirting attempts.
He needed results fast!
You were hopping away to any other dick that wasnât his and he couldnât have that.
This chase he was having with you was starting to make him insane. If he didn't have you beneath him soon he wouldn't survive another night with you. His whole plan about having you sleep on his bed honestly felt as if it was back firing on him. You were so cuddly when you slept, always finding a way to move over the pillow barrier.
He always pretended he was asleep when you woke up in a panic, always pulling away before he could truly saver your touchâyour warmth.
He was truly going insane. All he could remember was the first time he ever saw you. But he couldn't think about it further when he felt Lee Minjae's hand pat him on the back. Jinu fought every muscle in his face to not immediately grimace at the other's touch.
"(Name)-Ah, Yoona, Taeil, I'll take my leave now. I don't wanna bother you guys any longer." Minjae leaned down towards you and Jinu felt his upper lip twitched as he watched the older with his stupid dyed blonde hair that looked fried and crispy nuzzle his nose against yours.
If that wasn't enough, Minjae wrapped his arms around your neck and held you close as he pressed a wet kiss on your cheek. You shrieked and struggled against his hold, trying to avoid the kiss. But you hardly put up a fight, all giggly and smiley. You looked so small in Minjae's arms, so pliant and easy to hold.
Jinu pulled at his sweatpants, coughing slightly. That seemed to catch Minjae's attention as he stopped his childish assault and gave (Name) a cheeky smirk. Yoona began cooing at how cute you and Minjae looked together.
You didn't. No way. Jinu fought the urge to pull Minjae away from you.
Taeil tilted his head, "Jinu Seonbae, are you okay? Your eyebrows are so furrowed. You might pop a blood vessel."
The others looked over at Jinu, Yoona and Minjae questioning if he was alright, you especially with a look of concern in your doe eyes.
Good.
Worry about him and him alone.
Pay attention to only him.
"It's nothing," Jinu said, puling out his signature lady killer smile. "I think I just need to eat something, I haven't had a proper lunch in ages." Yoona immediately swooned while Taeil rolled his eyes. Minjae seemed in deep though as he stared at Jinu, the fourth year tilting his head as if he was digging deep into Jinu's soul. Figuring him out with a just a look.
Minjae grinned. "Let your seonbae take you out, yeah?" He suddenly said, catching everyone's attention. "I know a place not too far from here that sells great tteokbokki."
Like I'd want to be caught dead with you... Jinu thought to himself but he simply hummed. "Sure, Seonbae. Bye, Yoona, Taeil..."
Jinu stared right at you as Minjae pulled away from you. Your eyes flickered over to Jinu and you offered him a tight smile, waving slightly. "See you, Jinu Seonbae."
"See you, (Name)." He whispered, mostly just happy you even looked him in the eye.
But his happiness was short lived when you looked at Minjae and offered him a cute smile. A smile that youâve never gave him. "Bye, Minnie Hyung!"
Minnie Hyung?!
Jinu followed Minjae out of the classroom, curses swirling in his mind as he stared at the man beside him. Minjae chuckled after a moment or so and looked over at Jinu with a smirk. "Y'know, you can't blow my head off with just your stare. I didn't know you were into my (Name)-Ah."
His? Jinu was fine with being expelled at this point but Minjae suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Jinu-Ya," he placed his hand on Jinu's shoulder while Jinu wondered what gave the man the audacity to use such a title with him. "If you want (Name)-Ah, you have to take him. There's so many wolves that want him." He smirked knowingly, his finger tapping Jinu's shoulder.
Just as Jinu was about to speak, Minjae pressed his finger on his lips. What the fuck? "Listen to your hyung, Jinu-Ya. With someone so naive like (Name)-Ah, you just take him like you own him. Chase after him, there is a dead end soon."
With that, he pulled away and smirked. "Tell me how the chase goes. I've been waiting for someone to snatch up my dongsaeng."
Jinu just stood there blank faced in the middle of the hallway as Minjae walked away. Just what the fuck was that? He didn't even think too hard about it when he realized he didn't have to worry about you and Minjae. Phew, that stress was short lived.
But what did he mean by dead end?
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You were going insane.
It felt you were being watched these days. You had finally finished your project, having going with another idea and completely abandoning the whole nude thing. But it still sat in your drafts, practically calling you everyday. Sometimes you'd go back...
You'd finish certain parts of it. His body fully detailed expect that dreaded crotch. His dick. You wouldn't dare make what you believed his dick to look like. There was still some sense of self respect deep inside you.
Just not strong enough to not pay attention when you were drawing something for fun. You had a art account that you posted on like once every month of gay art you drew. So you were creating the piece, feeling in the mood to do something with oral fixation.
Only for you to notice instead of the usual two same characters you stuck to, it was Jinu as the top. Which, fair, it wouldn't be too different from what you had literally done weeks ago.
No, the problem was the partner.
You drew yourself.
You fucking drew yourself.
The drawing felt so real compared to the others you've made. Drawing Jinu between your legs, holding you up, bending you over on the bed. Your shoulders rest on the bed while your legs curled into yourself. His mouth biting the flesh of your ass, his eyes staring right at you, the real you.
Of course you had to angle it this way. Fucking pervert.
You tried to salvage the drawing but each stroke on that cursed tablet just made the partner look more and more like you. Okay, you were desperate for sex at this point. It was too much. You pressed the delete button on the sketch and powered off the tablet.
"I'm going, Taeil. Don't stay too late."
With lighting speed, you rushed to your dorm, trying to ignore the growing boner in your pants. Why did you have to like someone like Jinu? Out of all the people at this stupid university. Even Minjae would've been better than Kim Jinu of all people. But you couldn't complain any further because when you stormed into your dorm, fucking Kim Jinu was there, sitting at his desk.
Jinu glanced over at you and grinned, taking off his glasses as he shut off his laptop. "You're back earlier than normal. Did you end up finishing quick?"
You numbly nodded. "Yes... I just need to sleep. My eyes hurt." You couldn't even look at him. His gaze followed you as you grabbed your pajamas. Wherever you stepped, eyes were right on you, watching you like a predator does his next prey.
Bunny and fox.
That's what you imagined him as.
A fox.
It felt so hard to breathe with him near.
Why did it feel like there was no escape?
â ì§êž ëë„Œ 믞ìčëëĄ â
The soft sputtering of the fan filled the room as you laid there right awake on Jinu's bed, wondering why you couldn't sleep despite your tired eyes. Jinu was fast asleep, his back pressed your own back. You didn't know why the usual barrier wasn't here tonight but you couldn't care too much about it right now. Not with your growing boner.
You haven't masturbated in two weeks. It's not a shock that the stupid art from earlier was still affecting you like this. You wondered if you could just sneak into the bathroom and quickly jerk one off. Would he notice? Just as you made the decision to get up, strong arms suddenly wrapped around your waist. Your body stiffened as you felt Jinu snuggled against your back.
His face buried in your neck, his nose and bangs softly tickling you.
What...the...fuck?!
Your legs subconsciously clamped shut at him so close. Okay, you were fucking screwed. The thought of moving seemed impossible now with him so close. His grip was so strong that you didn't understand how someone asleep could have such strong coordination.
Despite being cuddled by your crush, your cock was more alive than ever, leaking against your pajama pants. You let out a stifled whimper as you reached down and gently rub the bottom of your palm against your bulge. The relief was almost instant as a guttural groan escaped you before you could stop yourself.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Were you really going to do this?
Yeah.
Yeah you were.
Soon the fan wasn't the only one making noise. Your soft and breathy moans filled the room as you jerked off. Your body flinched from the pressure causing your butt to rub against Jinu's front.
Wait.
He was... hard...?
A wave of fear washed over you as you stilled your hand. No, no. He must be having a wet dream or something. Yeah, he can't be awake hearing you. No. No way. You needed to reach your damned orgasm and just go to sleep. You'd deal with the shame in the morning. You finally decided to pull down your pajama pants to grasp your cock and not just rub it anymore.
You pumped your cock, making sure to still your body so you don't accidentally rub your bare ass against Jinu's clothed crotch. He'd hate that. No, he'd hate to learn what you're doing. Fuck. The shame was already affecting you. Stray tears fell down your cheeks as you bit down at your pillow, still chasing your orgasm despite the shame filling your lungs.
Embarrassment. This was so fucking embarrassing.
It was close-- your orgasm. Inches away, dancing on the tip of your fingers as your moans began to reach a crescendo. So much for muffling yourself. Your edge to your orgasm was wrecking youâsending you to a mental space you couldn't imagine in any other circumstance.
Was this how sex with someone you liked felt?
Could Jinu make you feel this way?
Was... him being here making you this way?
It wasn't enough. You wanted more. Your legs shifted as you subtly pulled your pants down, kicking them off without a care. You didn't have any lube but you had no time. The tease of ecstasy was whispering your nameâcalling you to go further. So you did. You suckled two of your fingers, getting them as wet as possible before slipping down between your legs.
The two seconds of pain as you pushed them inside did not deter you. You could deal with a little pain. It was rough. Your fingers rubbed against your inner walls, searching for those bundle of nerves to drive you wild. But it was difficult in this position. You usually masturbated on your back or while sitting up.
You wondered if you should go as far as to shift positions. That'd be too much, right?
The shame was finally catching up to you. You couldn't do this. This disgusting and degrading action towards both you and Jinu. Your eyes closed as you sighed, eyes fluttering shut. It was too much.
"You're done already, (Name)-Ah?"
A chill crept up your spine as those three words were whispered right into your ear. Your eyes widen but you couldn't move. It was as if his words just took out any sort of life within you. His arms around your waist tightens as you feel him nuzzle himself further on your neck.
Your breathing feels erratic. You can't breathe. It feels as if you'd die right here, right now.
You looked down to see his hands. They looked recently bruised from his usual boxing. But now they felt different. As if it was a show at just how durable his body was. His arms slowly began to tighten around you only to you let out a sharp cry at the pain, earning a pleased grunt.
"You're awake, yeah? Are you ignoring hyung?" He whispered, his lips trailed your neck, stopping right at the tip of your air. "You can masturbate right beside me but can't even answer me?"
A pathetic whine left your throat as you tried to wiggle from his grip but it proved to be futile. You gasped, arching your back as you felt Jinu rub his crotch right against your butt. He began to hump you ignoring your shocked gasp.
Was he...?
"So selfish, bunny. Chasing your own release. Not even thinking about what your moans were doing to me." His right hand trailed down and pushed you to lay on your front, his body following to lay on top.
You cried out, gripping the bedsheets like a life line. "You.. were awake...?"
"I never went to sleep." He said honestly, spanking you right on your ass. You squeaked, back arching to get away from another spank. "I never knew you would do something like this. I was beginning to think you hated me."
"I neverââ
"âbut you never listen to me, do you? I tell you everyday to call me hyung but you never let it stick. What, do I have to force you to say it?"
"We aren't close!" You whined, whimpering at another spank. Your lower hips wiggled but you didn't make any effort to truly push Jinu off of you. You didn't understand yourself sometimes.
"What? But you call Lee Minjae hyung without any problem." Jinu grunted, his hand reaching over to grab something from the slim nightstand next to the bed. You couldn't tell what he grabbed until something cool and slimy was drizzled onto your ass. A whine left you from the coldness. "What'd he do? Fuck you? Chase you like you so desperately want?"
"Nooo," you whined, screaming when he shoved in two fingers inside your hole. Your hands dug into the bedsheets as he thrusted his fingers in and out, a constant rhythm with no sign of stopping despite your pleas for him to slow down.
Jinu chuckled, leaning down as he used his free hand to push your hair away from your face. "You act so innocent but you want this. I'll show you that I'm the only one for you. No other man can chase you like I can."
"What... ngh!!! are you talking... about..?" You manage to ask, wishing you could silence yourself. Your neighbors will certainly be having a long talk with you and Jinu tomorrow.
"Oh, bunny. My bunny, you really are so naive." Jinu whispered, pressing a kiss on your cheek. "You don't even know what you crave. It's okay, hyung will take care of you now. You won't ever have to think again."
Your body began to spasm as you felt a finger graze that bundle you tried to reach earlier. Jinu stilled for a moment, a look of slight worry in his eyes before he noticed what had just happened. A cruel smirk pulled on his eyes formed those crescent moons you once associated with his innocence.
But it didn't bring any sort of serenity to your body.
You were flipped onto your back with ease as Jinu grabbed your thighs and pushed them forward, effectively blocking your view from him. Desperate and pained moans left your lips as he continued to finger you, fingers gunning consistently at your prostate.
A loud scream left your throat as your back arched against the bed, your cock finally releasing the weeks long pent up lust you've stored for awhile now. Your stomach slowly rose and fall, coated in your sticky cum. All you could think about was your orgasm back in the classroom.
You were right.
Jinu made you cum harder than you could ever do by yourself.
You expected him to pull away but instead you felt a tug on your cock. A whine of overstimulation left your throat as you parted your legs and looked at him with wide doe eyes, confusion written all over your face.
A cruel smirk pulled on his lips as he tilted his head. "I've wanted you since I first saw you. You really think I'll let our first time be so lackluster?"
Lackluster?
He thought that was lackluster?
A pained cry left your lips as he began to thrust his fingers inside once more, leaving no sympathy as he immediately went for your prostate. You were going to die. You were going to die being fingered by your roommate. Kim Jinu was going to be the death of you.
It didn't take long for you to cum again and again, your fifth orgasm not even releasing anything. Your body twitched as your eyes watered, tears streaming down your face from the constant overstimulation. You weakly pulled your legs away from Jinu's grip after your fifth orgasm, muttering something about dying from his touch.
Jinu chuckled, allowing you to pull away. "Ah, Jagi," he whispered, causing you to blush at the title. To use such a term for you... You shamelessly felt your spent cock twitch. No, no, no! You absolutely couldn't do anymore. "You're so cute. I wanted to wait but I can't. You'll forgive me, right?"
You watched with wide eyes as he grabbed your waist and pulled you down towards him, earning a shriek from you. Your legs moved up to hide your aching and loosened hole but he was quick, spreading them wide. His eyes were like a predator, watching your every move as you tried pulling down your shirt to cover your weeping cock.
"SeonâHyung... No more... No more, please." You whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
Jinu's gaze narrowed in on your face. You could see him think. Your body was aching and praying Jinu did what you asked. But your heart....
Your heart wanted him to take you without a second thought.
"Hm. No." Jinu laughed cruelly, flipping you to rest on your knees. You cried out at the sudden movement but could only whimper as he pushed your back down, lifting up your hips. Your face pushed into the bed while your thoughts rushed at the position. It felt so humaliting to have sex without looking him the eye. You felt like an object. A prize he just won.
Your dick twitched.
So much for self respect.
"Hyung's gonna take good care of you." Jinu whispered, spreading your ass apart as he rubbed his cock between the cheeks. "You'll be good for hyung, mhm? No more seonbae."
You only whined, wiggling your hips, your ass rubbing Jinu's cock.
Jinu teasingly slapped your ass. "You complain about it being too much... But look at you now, begging for my cock. I should just stop listening to what you say and take what I want. Would you stop me, (Name)-Ah? Would you run away?"
Run away?
Run away from the man you've had wet dreams about since you came to this damn university?
"Mhm. I'll run..." You whispered, a strangled moan leaving you as he began to push his cock inside of you. The stretch was difficult and you briefly wondered if this was how you'd die.
Heart attack from a thick cock.
Despite your answer, Jinu hummed. "Good. I'll chase you until you're beneath me, shaking in fear as I take you." His hands gripped your waist as he slammed the rest of his cock inside, earning a gargled cry and scream from you.
Jinu was anything but sweet. Fucking you like a beast as you withered and cried from the constant pressure against your prostate. After this, you weren't sure you'd have sex again. This could be enough for a life time.
"Sorry, (Name)-Ah. I can't last long." Jinu suddenly grunted, pulling out. You whined at the lost but didn't have to mourn it for long as he pulled you onto his lap, making you face him. Your arms subconsiously wrapped around his neck as he easily slid back into your tight heat, gripping your thighs as he bounced you on his cock.
Jinu smirked, his eyes trained right on you. "You look so pretty when you cry." He said, pressing soft kisses on your neck. "Next time, you'll be crying from just my cock. I'll make you scream my name."
You whimpered, arching your back as you pulled him closer, another dry orgasm creeping on you. You'd be sleeping well for nights to come. Jinu grunted as he began to thrust upwards into you in tandem with bouncing you up and down, causing you to cry at the sudden pressure. You were close. So close.
A sharp feeling in your shoulder caused you to spasm as Jinu's thrusts became desperate. It took you a moment to even think about what just happened--so focused on Jinu's cock stretching you out. Until you noticed red dripping down your right shoulder.
He bit you.
The delayed reaction to the bite made you scream out, tears streaming down your face you reached your six orgasm of the night. You went limp in his arms, just letting him chase his own orgasm. Teeth sharp enough to break skin wasn't something you ever imagined Jinu could do. But there it was, a rare and sore bite on your right shoulder. Blood slowly trickling down to your chest.
Jinu finally reached his orgasm after a minute or so, holding you close as he cummed deep inside. You shuddered, feeling his cum coat your sore tight heat. He didn't wear a condom. If you weren't fucked dumb you would've yelled at him about it but all you could do was hum as he pressed soft kisses against your wet and sweaty skin.
You glanced down and noticed blood coating the bottom of Jinu's lip as he pulled away from you.
He did end up coating you in red and white.
But your blood was the lipstick. You couldn't help but laugh at your cringy thought, groaning as Jinu pulled his cock out.
"You did so good, (Name)-Ah." Jinu whispered, kissing you on the lips. You tried to return the kiss but could only purse your lips against his.
Your breathing was harsh and quick, your body battered from Jinu's claiming.
This wasn't normal. Wasn't conventional at all. You were sure that if you told Yoona and Taeil about this they'd be worried for your safety.
You were prey to Jinu
But you were okay with that.
â ìšì ìŽ ì ìêČ ìíë©Žì í©ííìì â
"You're going to roommate with a first year? Wow, good luck!"
"I didn't know they could do that."
"No one would willingly room with a first year. They're the worst."
"Aw, c'mon, Oppa! They're usually just nervous."
"Well, our Kim Jinu will have no problem. Who doesn't love him?"
"Ah, true. Good luck, Jinu!"
Kim Jinu pulled out his keys, unlocking the door to his new home for the rest of the school year. He'd be the one to get unlucky for his previously planned roommate to drop out of schoolâleaving his room open for a late transfer freshman. He didn't want to deal with first years, they were annoying.
He opened the door, shocked to see the room already having someone by one of the beds. The first year was knelt beside the bed, looking through the suitcase that was filled to the brim with clothes. Clothing that looked more feminine than anything but Jinu didn't judge.
He forced his usual carefree smile, ready to greet his new roommate when you finally turned around. His breathing stoppedâhis smile dropping at the sight of you. You... You were different from anything he imagined.
Your look of innocence. Your body suddenly becoming fidegty the longer he stared at you without saying a word. Your sweater drooping on your shoulder, showing off your bare shoulder. Your skin looked so soft, so plain. It needed something on it.
It looked too bare.
"I'm... Kim Jinu. Who are you?"
"Park (Name)." You whispered, your eyes flickering up and down his body.
Love at first sight wasn't real to Jinu. He wouldn't lie and say he felt love towards you when he first saw you.
He felt lust.
An urge to completely ruin you.
And by the look in your eyes, the not so subtle glances at his lower half of his body. You looked to be such an easy catch.
"Stop looking at me like that." You suddenly said, your lips turning into a slight snarl but it hardly held any weight. Jinu couldn't help but tilt his head. He could tell you wanted him but you were holding back?
Actively pushing him away as if you didn't look at him with the same lust he felt. Running away?
Like a game of cat and mouse.
No...
Fox and Bunny.
He was going to devour you.
Even if he had to chase you.
â ë€êČ ëč ì§ ìê° ëë êČ°ë°±íì§ ìì ë â
àłàŸàż ËË-
WOW!!! Gosh, this was way longer than it needed to be. I wanted to try something new lmao. Doubt i'd do it again, i was listening to kpop while writing this so it kinda just happened. Translations at the bottom! Yes, i did it for a reason, made it more fun if you didn't know what he was saying. Red is lyrics, pink are jinuâs words
I might make him an oc, i put too much effort into him for it to be a one time thing, smh... primal play is so fun.
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Translations:
â ëČìŽë ì ìë 걞 â â I canât escape
â ìší” ëëĄ ëŹŒë€ìŹì§ í
ë⊠â â everything will be colored with you
â ë ë늏ë ê±°ìŒ, ìì ìêž°ìŒ. â â youâre teasing me, pretty baby
â 돎방ëč í ëŒ. ëŽê° ëë„Œ ëščìŽìčìžêČ â â defenseless bunny. Iâll eat you up
â ëë§êž°ë©Ž ì«ìŽê°ê±°ìŒ, í ëŒìŒâŠ â â if you run away, Iâll chase you , bunny
â íì€ë„ž ìŽ ê°ì ì⊠â â this burning feeling
â ì§êž ëë„Œ 믞ìčëëĄ â â i'm driving you crazy right now
â ìšì ìŽ ì ìêČ ìíë©Žì í©ííìì â â it hurts so much that i can't breathe, but it's ecstatic
â ë€êČ ëč ì§ ìê° ëë êČ°ë°±íì§ ìì ë â â the moment i fell for you, i was no longer innocent
Songs used: Insanity - The Boyz & Criminal - Taemin
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How the Karasuno boys would react to meeting Shoyo's foreign cousin.
â starring. karasuno boys x foreign exchange student!reader (separately), student teacher!reader in ukai's
â tags. fluff, first meetings, pining
â warnings. use of 'pretty' and 'cute' to describe reader, but no pronouns are used, you slap ryuu in his LOL, mild suggestive comment in ryuu's if you squint
â requested? yes! thank you so much for your request this was fun to write :)
â notes. some of these are longer than others sorry ADHKWH my biases are showing a lil // this ended up being a first meeting + how they act when they start crushing on you, but it they're so cute so i didnt wanna change it lolol
daichi is whipped for you from the start
he doesn't show it (or he doesn't think he does) but he's attracted to you the second he lays eyes on you
he's extra sure to be polite to you, too embarrassed too show his brasher nature in case it scares you off
he loses his backbone whenever you're around
he needs to scold some of the first years for goofing off, but you're standing there? he's all sunshine and rainbows
when he finds out that you're a foreign exchange student, he's over the moon
he subtly finds out your classes from shoyo, who of course doesn't realize his intentions as he blurts out your schedule happily
he checks up on you often, making sure you're adjusting well to japan because "what kind of captain would he be if he let his underclassman's cousin have a hard time?"
the team is none the wiser, except for maybe koshi who sees through his shit immediately
he has a habit of patting your head as a greeting, even if he's just passing you in the hallways even if you complain about him messing up your hair
overall, he's super soft with you :)
sawamura daichi! was annoyed when he met you. shoyo hadn't shown up to practice and wasn't answering his phone, which left the captain ready to send the orange-haired freshman to an early grave. after kei made a smart remark that he saw shoyo lingering near the school entrance, he was on a mission to give the boy hell.
kei was right, of course. when daichi made his way to the entrance, he saw shoyo right away. he stomps over, lips parting to lecture the younger male about responsibilities when his eyes ghost over you. he stops short, shoyo's name barely dropping from his mouth as he pauses.
when you both turn to him, daichi feels his breath catch in his throat. it was clear that you weren't from around here. your odd sense of dress stuck out like a sore thumbânot to mention he had never seen you before. but if anything, he thought you were pretty.
"you're late for practice," daichi states lamely, barely managing to tear his gaze away from you to glower at shoyo. "i ought to put you on cleaning duty tonight."
the threat fell on deaf ears, shoyo's large grin unfaltering as he wraps an arm around your midsection in a tight hug. "captain! sorry, sorry," he apologizes, though the wide grin on his face told daichi he wasn't serious. "my cousin texted me that they were here, so i had to say hi!"
at his words, you finally snap out of your stupor, offering daichi a small smile. "i didn't realize he had practice. i wouldn't have called him out if i knew."
daichi presses his lips together, feeling his ears warm at your kind tone. "it's okay," he says softly. "i'll let him off for now. it's nice to meet youâi'm sawamura daichi."
when you introduce yourself, he finds himself repeating your name in his head.
"oi," he clears his throat, turning to shoyo with a deadpan expression. "c'mon. we're late enough already." daichi turns to bow his head at you politely, quickly turning around before you can see the warmth in his cheeks.
your sweet voice calls out a goodbye, and daichi decides then and there that he wants to get to know you better.
"hey, heyâwhy are you so red?"
"you're gonna shut up now if you want to go home early tonight."
koshi didn't realize you were shoyo's cousin until after he got to know you a little
he couldn't help itâwhen he saw you he just thought you were super cute lmao
he fumbles a bit in front of you
he really really tries to be a cool, calm, and collected person but sometimes he embarrasses himself by saying odd things or staring at you a little too long
when he does figure out you're related to his underclassman, he takes the opportunity to get to know you better
and when he finds out you're in his homeroom? even better
the type to arrange study session together with you every weekend just to spend time with you
he actually invites you to watch their practices and games before shoyo does LOL
the whole team knows about his feelings and he doesn't even care, constantly throwing an arm over you shoulder and hanging around you during downtimes
wants to impress you, so he gives it his all (and then some) whenever you're there
his sets get more accurate and he even blocks more hits than he would've before
he really wants you to think he's cool
but if you compliment him, he's exploding on the spot
suguwara koshi! had no idea you were shoyo's cousin when he met you. you looked nothing alike and your personalities were completely different. despite you being a complete stranger, the lost look on your face amused him.
you met koshi when shoyo accidentally stranded you at the train station. you were supposed to take the same train to his house, but he didn't notice you weren't right behind him when he stepped into the train car. the last you saw of the tangerine-haired boy was the back of his head as the doors closed on you.
you were standing there in a panic, though no one stopped to check if you were okay. shoyo had you hold his schoolbag while he dragged your suitcase along, and when you tried calling his cellphone you heard it buzz in the bag that hung on your shoulder. for the life of you, you couldn't remember which stop to get off or which streets to take to get to his house.
"are you lost?" a gentle voice asks you, pulling you from your anxious thoughts.
your eyes meet and koshi can't help but think you're cute as hell. you look doe-eyed in your panic, rounded eyes and parted lips. when you don't answer right away, koshi's cool demeanor switches and he stumbles into an embarrassed frenzy. "wait, can you even understand japanese?"
thankfully, you do, having learned it from shoyo at a younger age. you blink away the remnants of your panic with a few hasty nods. "yes, sorry. my cousin accidentally left me here, and i don't really know how to get to his house..."
koshi calms down at your insistence, chuckling to himself. "do you know the address?"
you wince, "no."
"alright," he says in a way that he hopes is soothing for you. "i can keep you company while you wait for him to return, then. it'd probably be nicer than just standing here by yourself."
when you agree, he hides his smile. he asks you several icebreakers, such as your name and your favourite colour. with every passing second, he only thinks you're even cuter than when he first saw you.
eventually, shoyo does come back, panting and heaving as he runs up the stairs to the station platform. his bright eyes widen when he sees you together with koshi. "oh, sugawara? you've met my cousin?"
koshi meets your eyes with a grin. "i guess we'll be seeing each other more often."
honestly asahi doesn't even acknowledge you when you first meet
he doesn't find out you're shoyo's cousin for weeks, so you're really just another classmate to him
you don't even talk to each other until like a month or so after you transferred
and even then, your conversations are short
he's polite to you when you work together, but he doesn't really try to become friends with you
don't get him wrong! he thinks you're nice and pretty, but he is too damn shy to initiate anything with you
you kinda think he hates you at first, but after you realize that he's just not an outgoing person you relax around him
when he does find out you're related to shoyo, you end up seeing each other more often out of class
you show up to more practices, even if you're just sitting on the benches doing homework
shoyo even drags you along whenever the team meets up outside of school to hang out
as a result, you and asahi eventually grow closer and he opens up more bit by bit
he doesn't actually start crushing on you until graduation nears
he realizes it when he hears you cheering his name at one of their bigger games
he thinks his name sounds prettier coming from you
he doesn't initiate any skinship with you, but he's always asking about your day and checking on you in his own ways
will absolutely combust if you even so much as brush pinkies as you're walking together
azumane asahi! first met you in class. like koshi, he doesn't know you're related to shoyo initially. when the teacher introduces you, making you write your name on the board, you don't have the same last name as shoyo. he doesn't really pay much attention to you, minding his own business as he takes out his notebook and pens.
several weeks pass and your homeroom teacher announces that you'll be partnering up for a group presentation. your first real conversation with him goes as expectedâyou exchange contact information and go your separate ways when the bell rings.
he thinks you're attractive, but he's too shy to actually act on those thoughts and he just pushes through the project, interacting with you as little as possible.
it's only when shoyo forgets his volleyball uniform at your house that asahi figures out you're related.
he sees you first, standing in the gym entrance while you wait to be invited in. you look hesitant as your eyes cast over the several members of the volleyball club, your gaze landing on asahi. when recognition flickers behind your eyes, he thinks you're there for him.
he opens his mouth to greet you, but before he can even utter a word, an orange blur runs past him. you're almost knocked on your ass as shoyo tackles you, excitedly calling out your name. "what're you doing here?" he asks you, tilting his head as he releases you from his death grip. "you never come to practice."
"you left your uniform at mine," you explain quietly, pulling the clothing out of your bag.
there's a moment of silence, before all hell breaks loose. the others scream and yell at shoyo, yuu and ryuunosuke shaking him by the shoulders as they demand why they weren't informed about his girlfriend.
even asahi's jaw drops at the thought of you, his classmate and group partner, dating shoyo, of all people.
"we aren't dating!" you exclaim, shaking your hands in front of you adamantly as disgust paints over your facial features. "we're cousins."
as the club eventually quiets down, you meet asahi's gaze over the commotion. when you offer him a bashful smile, he can't help but return it.
as expected, yuu is also whipped for you the second you meet
he swears on his life that he has never met someone as perfect as youânot even kiyoko (which says a lot)
at first, his attraction to you is entirely physical and he doesn't hide it
he compliments you every time he sees you he even compliments your outfits even if you're just wearing the karasuno uniform
he practically begs shoyo to bring you to practice just so he has an excuse to ogle at you and profess his 'undying love'
you'd probably make good friends with kiyoko, bonding over the second years' unabashed feelings and loud professions of love lol
though he's completely smitten with your looks, yuu doesn't learn a thing about you until like two months after your transfer
he realizes it when koshi asks if he knows anything about you and no, the fact that you're pretty doesn't count as something
during a late night run to the nearest convenience store, he runs into you
you're dressed casually, and he realizes it's actually the first time he's seen you outside of uniform
he thinks you're very cute in your bunny pajamas
he approaches you with koshi's words in mind, and asks if you want to hang out for a bit
your hang outs become a common thing, and eventually it's your weekend tradition to meet at the convenient store after sundown
after really getting to know you, he realizes that he likes more than just your appearance
shockingly, once he figures out his feelings for you, he tones down a lot
he would stop confessing his love for you every moment he could, but he gets casually affectionate with you
he'd always stand close enough for your shoulders to touch and would absentmindedly guide you places by taking your hand
he's never had a real crush on anyone before, so he's feeling it out with you
nishinoya yuu! has hearts in his eyes the moment he meets you. shoyo brought you to practice one day, excited to introduce his favourite cousin to his teammates. he had all but dragged you to the gym by the wrist, ignoring your insistent utterings that you can walk on your own.
"this is my cousin!" shoyo announces the second he bursts through the doors in true hinata shoyo fashion. you were the last ones to show up, so the entire team was there to witness you getting dragged in by shoyo. "they transferred here from overseas."
yuu feels the world stop once he glances over at you after receiving a particularly harsh spike from tobio, freezing into his squatted position. his world becomes a romcom movieâhe swears someone must be blowing a fan in your direction with the way your hair sways as you walk into the gym. he might even be seeing the air sparkle in your presence.
he's absolutely starstruck with you, and he makes no effort to hide it as he bounds over to you. he takes your hands in his, looking at you with wide eyes as he takes you in. he can hear someone groaning, maybe daichi, as they mutter something along the lines of "he's at it again."
"i'm nishinoya yuu," he introduces himself. "you're really cute!"
your mouth opens, but no words come out as you simply stare at yuu in surprise. shoyo had given you a brief rundown of his group members, and you realize that this might be why he warned you about the libero in particular.
even when daichi smacks the back of his head, apologizing to you quietly, yuu remains in his lovestruck gaze.
you stay to watch their practice, at both shoyo and yuu's insistence, and yuu makes a point to be even more extravagant than usual. you can't help but laugh at his boisterous rolling receives and the way he calls out ridiculous move names.
oh ryuu. typical ryuu.
the first words he ever speaks to you end up with him getting slapped
like yuu, he thinks you've been blessed by the gods with your looks and he makes it clear to you when you meet
he asks you to go out with him, only to blatantly check you out right after, which earned him a smack to the face
eventually, he does apologize for his behaviour, though you don't accept it right away
when you tell him that you hate guys who treat others like eye candy, he's sure to tone it down for you
of course, a man can't change overnight
he still flirts with you, and with other womenâhe can't help it ;( him n yuu are menaces
however, when he's not being an absolute pest, he gets to know you
he learns about your interests and hobbies, and finds himself indulging you in them (who would've thought he'd end up enjoying the art of bracelet making?)
when you become close friends, you become his person
he goes to you whenever he wants to talk about something, and he lends an ear whenever you need to vent
he asks you about your home country often, wanting to know more about your life before you came to japan
he'd even go out of his way to do things for you that remind you of home whenever you start feeling homesick :)
it's not until well after graduation when he realizes that he might actually like you
tanaka ryuunosuke! was mid confession when you met. shoyo had brought you to one of their games, and just as ryuunosuke was getting on his knees to ask kiyoko to marry him, his eyes fall on you.
it's almost astounding how quickly the second year moved from the glasses-wearing beauty to you, appearing in front of you in an instant. before shoyo can even introduce you, he stares you down with a steeled expression, his eyes narrowing.
"you're the prettiest person i've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on," he claims in his most serious tone. he takes your hands in his as he presses his lips to your knuckles. "please go out with me."
there's a collective sigh as the team turns away at his antics. you, on the other hand, feel your head pound in irritation. "excuse me?"
ryuunosuke doesn't hear the vexation in your tone, or chooses to ignore it, as his eyes trail over your features. even when you're staring at him in an angry disbelief, he thinks you're incredibly pretty. however, as his eyes drop lower and lower, his mind enters a less-than-appropriate headspace.
the feeling of your hand connecting with his cheek rips him out of his lewd daydreams. you didn't slap him hard, but the sound echoed over the loud chatter of the audience members anyway. "you pervert," you utter, gritting your teeth as you turn on your heel. you barely tell shoyo good luck as you all but stomp off to the bleachers.
ryuunosuke stares at your back, holding his reddening cheek in mild awe. yuu nudges his side. "don't tell me you're into that, man."
he at least has the grace to blush.
to be honest, you and tobio do not get along until much later
it's not because you're related to shoyo it is
he just genuinely has no idea how to talk to you lmao
you meet him on the first day of school with shoyo
the realization that he may be teammates with the very guy he had practically berated in middle school took priority over greeting you tbh
it's only after their initial fight when he realizes that you, a complete stranger, saw him yell at shoyo as harshly as he did (even if shoyo didn't have many nice things to say either)
he's kinda embarrassed abt it tbh
like?? you had to see him like that?? he's mortified
so when he joins the volleyball club and you're a manager, he avoids you like the plague
when he talks to you, he accidentally comes across as if he hates your guts (he doesn't, he just cannot properly converse with people to save his life)
your relationship is extremely terse for months, since you get pissed off at his behaviour and he doesn't know how to act normally around you
he doesn't warm up to you until one of their games later in the season, where the morale is low and the team is hanging their heads
you give them an uplifting speech, telling the team that they're stronger than they think
it's the first time tobio looks at you in a pleasant light, and he merely puts a hand on your shoulder to say thanks as he makes his way back to the court
slowburn as fuck tbh he might not even realize he likes you until you're about to graduate (cut him some slack he's only a lil slow)
kageyama tobio! barely acknowledges your existence when you meet. you had moved to japan before their first year at karasuno began, so you showed up with shoyo to the first day.
of course, tobio recognized shoyo immediately from their encounter in middle school. shoyo had dragged you to the gym to go with him to sign up for the volleyball club, insistent that you try to apply to be a manager or something. tobio was there, about to spike a volleyball.
the second shoyo and tobio lock eyes on each other, they're at it like cats and dogs, and you're left standing there in confusion. seeing shoyo as angry as he was is shocking to you and you wonder what the hell this other guy must've done to rile up your sunshine cousin so much.
tobio doesn't even look at you as he argues with shoyo, not meeting your eyes until after the fight has 'calmed' down. he stares at you quietly for a moment before averting his gaze, grumbling something under his breath as he leaves to retrieve the volleyball shoyo made him drop.
he doesn't say anything to you as you talk quietly with daichi about becoming a manager. he vaguely overhears shoyo introducing you as his cousin, but he's too annoyed to listen.
later on, when him and shoyo are finally accepted into the club, and you're brought on as a manager-in-training, tobio still ignores you.
you don't have your first conversation until a week later, when you corner him after practice. "what is your problem?" you demand, your hands propped on your hips. "i know you don't like sho, but you haven't said a single word to me since you joined the club."
tobio flushes in embarrassment as he stares at you. he doesn't mean to, but his eyes narrow into what could be perceived as a harsh glare. "i don't have anything to say," he says truthfully, his voice coming out colder than necessary.
when he rushes off to hide his growing fluster, you're left standing there confused.
you and kei barely interacted at first tbh
he had never seen you before and it was the weekend when you met so he had no reason to assume you'd ever talk again really
even after finding out you were related to shoyo, he didn't bat an eye
after all, he's not exactly going over to the orange-haired boy's house for sleepovers lolol
but to his surprise, you're in his classroom the next monday morning as a foreign exchange student
your classmates rush to you, overwhelming you with numerous questions about your hometown, and it's clear to kei that you're flustered
you meet his gaze over the crowd of people, and for a moment you're shocked to see him
however, before either of you can do anything, you get bombarded with even more questions
to your surprise and his, kei scoffs as he approaches your crowded desk
"can't you see you're bothering them?"
the gaggle of students dissipates with embarrassed apologies, leaving you and kei alone
your relationship with him from then on is odd
there's an unspoken agreement that you both don't like being bothered by other people, and you lowkey bond over it
he would never admit you're friends, but he comes to your rescue often
if you can't understand a phrase or if you don't know the answer to a question in class, he'll quietly help you out (but don't bother asking about it, 'cus he'll deny it vehemently)
when you start hanging out during practices, he ruffles your hair and rests his arm on your head regardless of your height
making fun of you is his love language (not that he'd ever admit he has feelings)
tsukishima kei! meets you when you're babysitting natsu. the team had been out getting ice cream (as per koshi's insistenceâfor team building), leaving kei in a sour mood because he would rather be anywhere than here.
"shoyo! sho!"
the whole team looks over, seeing a little girl who is the spitting image of their short middle blocker running toward them. kei's expression drops even more, because there's two of them?
shoyo almost drops his ice cream cone with the way the little girl jumps on him. "what are you doing here?" shoyo asks, scrambling to catch his sweet treat. "where'sâ"
before he can finish his sentence, another figure comes running at them, out of breath. "natsu!" you scold airily as you make your way up to the team, hunching over and resting your hands on your knees as you try to catch your breath. "jesus, don't just run off like that!"
you look up at shoyo from your hunched position, letting kei get a good look at your face. you're flushed, sweat beading on your brow bone and lips are parted as you breathe harshly through them. it's clear to the blond that you've been running around for some time now, something that makes him snort into his strawberry ice cream cup.
"sorry, sho," you wince, practically dragging the little girl, natsu, to your side. "she ran off while i was paying for her snacks. she probably saw you through the window." you vaguely gesture to a nearby convenience store, holding up a bag of candy.
you talk with shoyo for another moment, before turning to the rest of the team. your eyes briefly meet kei's and he arches a brow at you. you apologize for interrupting them, but daichi insists that you're fine and that you and natsu can hang around since you're there anyway.
as a result, you and kei end up standing near each other as the group converses. kei had been hanging a little bit away from the others, minus tadashi of course. you end up near him by coincidenceâyou don't know the others, and the three of you end up quietly sitting in acknowledgement that you didn't want to talk.
my darling baby tadashi is a mess when you meet <3
he was practicing his volleyball skills when he accidentally whams you in the face
he'd feel guilty about it for a while (even if you insist you're fine) and would use it as an excuse to buy you drinks from the vending machines lol
"this is the fourth drink you've bought me this week??"
"i have to make up for hitting you somehow :((("
becoming friends with tadashi is surprisingly easy, given how shy he can be
it becomes a habit to meet you by the vending machines before practice
the time in the halls between classes and volleyball are spent getting to know you
he asks a lot of questions about what it's like in your hometown and the differences in your culture
i don't think he'd start liking you until after you also get close with kei though lol good luck
the first time he sees you joking around with the tall blond, he thinks his heart is about to beat out of his chest
you must be an angel, he decides as he watches you get along with kei
the three of you form a trio and you end up spending more time with them than shoyo LOL
kei absolutely knows about tadashi's feelings and takes every opportunity to tease him about it whilst you're blissfully unaware
he's so so smitten around you after he realizes he likes you
the type to look at you like you hung the stars in the sky yourself and to becoming maddeningly red whenever you so much as make eye contact with him
yamaguchi tadashi! hits you in the head the first time he meets you. he was in the gym alone, practicing his float serve. you pushed through the heavy metal doors just in time to get slammed in the face with a ball gone awry.
he feels his heart drop to his toes as he quickly rushes over to you, asking if you're alright and if you need to see the nurse. his panic only worsens when he realizes you're bleeding from your nose.
although the hit shocked you, you're left watching in amusement as tadashi scrambles to find something to stop your nosebleed with. when he eventually returns to you, having ran from the boys washroom to grab a wad of papertowel, he apologizes again softly.
"are you okay now...?" he asks when your nosebleed finally stops. he looks almost like a kicked puppy, his hair falling limply into his eyes.
even after you reassure him that you're fine, tadashi still wears his guilt like a crown. he offers to buy you something from the vending machines, and does so despite your insistence that he doesn't need to.
"you can accept it for my sake," he says sheepishly as he offers you the cold can. the two of you converse quietly, with you introducing yourself as a new foreign exchange student.
"oh!" he suddenly lets out, looking over at you. "did you need something in the gym?"
"i was looking for my cousin," you sigh. "he said he was in the volleyball club and i haven't been able to find him at all today."
he's shocked when he finds out that you're shoyo's cousinâthe boy had talked about you earlier in the week when he found out you were transferring to karasuno. as you talk, tadashi thinks to himself that shoyo never mentioned how cute you were.
your first meeting with keishin is awkward
ltrly knocks you off your feet when he runs into you
he's kind of brash when he meets you, not caring if you think of him badly because of it
you don't have much of a relationship at firstâyour work pulls you to the classrooms after all, so he doesn't really see you around often
the next time he sees you, you're stomping into the gymnasium mid practice with an irked expression
he's about to tell you off for interrupting practice, but he quiets when he sees you make your way to your younger cousin
he only watches in amusement when you tell him off for his horrid grades
when shoyo turns to keishin for help, he only shrugs with a lazy grin on his face
"sorry, little man, you heard 'em. no volleyball games until you raise your grades"
to shoyo's chagrin, you and keishin make a terrifying pair for him (and the other three idiots lolol)
you only really start hanging out with him when you end up making a late night run at his convenience store
it's the first time he sees you in casual clothing and the case of beer in your hands makes him laugh
"you wanna share that?"
he becomes your drinking buddy every other weekend, and he grows to cherish the time you spend chugging back cans of beer with him
keeps his feelings on the downlow, but as time goes on even the boys realize that their coach has a soft spot for you
ukai keishin! bodies you the first time you meet. the man doesn't realize his own strength until he literally knocks you flat on his ass after he turns a corner and bumps into you. his eyes go wide when the books and papers in your hands go flying, falling around you in a frenzy.
"shit," he curses under his breath, bending down to pick up your things. "sorry 'bout that." his voice is gruff as he speaks, collecting your papers without much care. when he returns them to you, some of them are scuffed and crumpled.
as he's handing you your things, he finally gets a good look at you. you're dressed more formally than he is by a mile. he holds a hand out to help you to your feet, his brown eyes falling to the lanyard around your neck.
"you new here?" he asks, jutting his chin out to gesture to your nametag. student teacher is typed above your name and picture.
you nod deftly, brushing off any dirt from your dress pants. "i started today. and you are?" your eyes meet his, and he knows you're silently scrutinizing him. he's much too old to be a student, you deduce easily, but he's dressed far more casually than any other other teachers.
when your eyes drift up to his bleached hair, he snorts. "i'm the coach for the volleyball club," he grumbles. "i don't need to be wearing fancy shit like you."
he sees your eyes light up in recognition as he analyzes your face with crossed arms. "the volleyball club? you must know my cousin then. hinata shoyo?"
keishin deadpans at you. "you're the runt's cousin?"
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#having to pay 18k for a tiny room just to not be assigned the roommate i requested... you got the whole squad laughing.#you literally said that if we get the same dorm type we'll get assigned together?? we applied to be in the same roommate group???#so pray tell why am i not in the same room as her??????#wtf is this like im so baffled rn#genuinely if i had known this whole situation would be so fucked i wouldve chosen ****** instead#at least there i get guaranteed housing past freshman year
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â i don't want to be your roommate, i want to kiss your neck || (m)
heeseung x reader | smut, fluff, angst, PWP lol | roommate + best friend's brother!heeseung
†summary : at first, you cursed lee hana for ditching your roomies-forever contract, but now you want to thank her for having such a great idea for her hot brother to move in as her replacement... just as long as she doesn't find out you think he's hot.
†includes : warning!cuddling!!!, also masturbating, unprotected sex, fingering, praise, breeding kink ;)
†word count : 15.7k (jesus)
minors DNI!!!!
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lee hana was the best friend you could ever ask for.Â
when you met during freshman year of college you knew that you would be best friends forever. she was the missing piece that you were missing in a lot of ways. so, when she asked if you wanted to find a place to rent together you couldnât possibly turn her down.Â
you decorated the apartment you found so that it could be deemed as âyour shared homeâ. parts of you both were mangled around the apartment, wherever you looked there were pieces of each other somewhere. hanaâs favourite photography works sheâs taken, your ugly wool throw blankets that you insisted on having and both of your dirty dishes piling up in the sink because you both hated doing dishes.Â
 though, you both lived wonderfully together. you managed to cook almost everyday regular meals that were somewhat healthy and made sure the other one was getting to class on time. you figured that you would continue to live with her for the rest of your early-mid twenties.Â
until she got a boyfriend.Â
donât get it wrong, you loved jay; but you despised him for taking away your perfect roommate.Â
you were worried at first when hana sat you down and told you sheâd be moving out by the end of the month. her and jay had decided to take their relationship further and she agreed to move into his apartment with him. you knew that your lease wouldnât end until the rest of the year, meaning that you would have to pay the rent for two people even though itâd be only you living here. which, you did not have the money for as a broke college student.Â
âbut donât worry!â hana smiled at you from her spot on the couch when she broke the news, âiâve found you another roommate who is just like me! so there wonât be any problems.âÂ
you sigh, because there are usually always problems if hana isnât involved. meaning, you will most definitely hate your new roommate, hanaâs replacement.Â
âdonât sigh like that y/n!â hana smacks your shoulder, âheâs seriously a perfect mix of you and i, youâll like him.âÂ
âhim?!â you exclaim, shaking your head no to the fact that you will have to live with a boy.Â
ây/n, just give him a chance! you havenât even met him yet!âÂ
you glare at your best friend and soon-to-be-ex-roommate with displeasure at the new information she was laying on you. âbut heâs a boy, hana! heâs gonna ruin our woman sanctuary here!âÂ
ây/n, i donât think this has been a woman sanctuary since weâve moved in,âÂ
âbut it could be, if you stay living here,âÂ
ây/n, i already told him he could have my room, I care about him a lot.â hana juts out her lips into a pout, her pretty features contorting into begging ones as she desires your approval.Â
âfine, but i want him to at least try to contain his man testosterone to one room,â you sigh, giving in to your best friend. her squeals reach your ears quickly as she leans over to pull you into a hug.Â
âyouâre gonna love him! you wonât even want me back as a roommate,â
âwho even is he?âÂ
âhis nameâs heeseung,âÂ
âheeseung?âÂ
âyeah,â hana shrugs casually, âmy brother.âÂ
âwhat?!â you exclaim at her again. you had never met her family before, both of you growing up in different states made it hard to meet each others. hana was usually private about her family, not talking much about them either way. you were aware that she had an older brother, but you would have never thought that you would come to live with him. âhana, what.âÂ
hana lets out her familiar roistering laugh at your shocked expression, âi told you he was just like me- and if heâs just like me then heâs just like you!âÂ
you pout, âweâll see about that.âÂ
you didnât meet lee heeseung until lee hana had officially moved out. he came unexpected, a knock on your door that you couldnât guess would be him.Â
it was the day after you sat on the kitchen stool, a pout on your face as you watched hana and jay take her boxes to the moving truck.Â
âcanât i just move in with you guys?â you whine out to them.Â
âaw, y/n,â hana comes over to you, cupping your cheeks harshly together. âno.â you let out a hmph at her response, making her let out her obnoxious laugh. âiâm still going to see you!â
âyeah, i know, but it wonât be the same,â you shake your head at her.Â
though you were happy for hana, it was still hard to believe that you would never be roommates again with her. jay and her made the perfect match, so part of you knew this day would come. the day that you would no longer be able to refer to lee hana as your roommate. so the final goodbye as roommates was bittersweet when hana and her cinnamon scent left the apartment that she no longer called her home. the apartment had an echo to it that night, when you were cooking dinner by yourself- for yourself.Â
hana had texted you that she had forgotten a few boxes in her closet, therefore when there was knocking on the door at 8am the next day you figured it was her. you swung open the door, dressed in your loose sweatpants and tank top, ready to tease her for coming back so soon. Â
you were not expecting to open the door to see an ethereal man.Â
his warm brown, deer-like eyes were relaxed as they met your surprised ones. his said eyes wandered down your body, stopping to stare at your exposed lower stomach from your sweatpants sitting low on your hips. you felt your neck gush with heat as you attempted to pull down your tanktop when you realized where his eyes had been stranded.Â
âhi, you must be y/n,â he spoke first, his voice as warm as his eyes.Â
âuh, yes?â you respond curiously, your mind still flowing with sleep from waking up seconds before.Â
the boy raised a singular key on a chain in front of your face, âiâm heeseung- hana gave me the key but i figured i would knock first anyways.âÂ
âhee- heeseung, right, um,âÂ
âso, can i come in?â heeseung smiled at your shocked demeanor.Â
âyes! um, of course, sorry- i just woke up.â you mentally cursed yourself for being so bewildered.Â
your new roommate stepped in and stopped in the middle of the living room. looking over the place from top to bottom. his eyes were going over every nook and cranny that he could possibly see. when he figured he had seen enough, he turned back to you at the open door and said, âitâs nice in here- really nice.âÂ
âthanks,â you stated, curious about where he was taking this.Â
âiâll try to keep my man testosterone to my room so it doesnât ruin what youâve got going on here.â your jaw dropped at his words, not believing that hana couldâve told him that you said that.Â
âlook, i didnât-â you started, trying to explain yourself so your new roommate doesnât hate you completely.Â
his laugh that is a lot quieter than hanaâs, considering that theyâre related, rings out in the apartment. you paused for a second to think that maybe you could get used to hearing his laugh instead. âitâs alright, donât worry about it.âÂ
âno, really, sometimes i just-,âÂ
âitâs alright, hana gave me some pre-move in roommate tips, i got you.âÂ
your demeanor changes as you cross your arms over your chest at the news, âoh did she?â heeseung gives a faint noise of confirmation as he scans the old couch you and hana picked up on the side of the street two years ago, âand what was one of those tips.âÂ
âhm, that you must have green tea every morning before you can do anything else.â he smiles cheesily at you, âwhich i think we should get on doing so youâre down to help bring in all my shit.âÂ
sure enough, you got your cup of green tea, showing heeseung around the kitchen as you did so. he sat at the kitchen stool where you sat yesterday, watching the other lee sibling move all her belongings out. you tried to tell yourself to calm down as he sat behind you, out of your view. you were not used to having a good looking boy in your apartment. you were glad that you slipped into your room to get a hoodie on before reaching the kitchen for that cup of tea.Â
âsorry itâs a mess in here, i didnât know you were moving in today,â you spoke with your back still to him.Â
âreally? hana told me that she told you i was coming,âÂ
you scoff, âof course she did. she always forgets to do as she says.âÂ
a knowing smile crawls onto heeseungâs pretty face, a smile that seems to be the only thing that gives away heâs related to hana, âi know; i shouldnât have trusted her this morning.â
âshe also didnât tell me that it was her older brother moving in,â you joke, turning around now with a hot cup of tea in your hand. when he lets out a shocked expression you continue, âi knew she had an older brother, but she never told me your name.âÂ
heeseung shrugs, âyeah, weâre private like that- i donât think many of my friends have met hana either.âÂ
âwhy not?â
âi donât know, weâre just like that.âÂ
you set down your now empty cup, feeling refreshed as the hot tea settles in your stomach. âright, letâs go get your man testosterone shit.âÂ
heeseung follows you out of your now shared apartment, smiling to himself as you complain about becoming his personal mover.Â
with lee heeseungâs belongings finally all brought into your now shared apartment, you couldnât help but compare his scent to his sisters. it was similar in a way, the cinnamon wisp of hanaâs you became familiar with circled around heeseung, but there was a mix of something sweet along with it.Â
the boy didnât have too many things. a big computer set, a few boxes of clothes and a ton of cdâs. hanaâs old bookshelf seemed to suit heeseungâs cd collection easily as there was just enough room for them all to be lined up by genre. you could tell that the remnants of hana will no longer be in your apartment by the end of the day.Â
âi think i forgot another box of cdâs in my car,â heeseung said as you watched him unpack from the bedroomâs door frame you were leaning on. âiâll be right back.â he walks past you, a noise of acknowledgement coming from your throat.Â
with the front door closing and heeseungâs brown hair leaving sight behind it, your head turns to hanaâs now old room. heeseungâs clothes boxes are stacked up on his new bed. you wonder for a moment what other clothes he wears besides the gray sweats and black hoodie he has on today. then, drooping out of the farthest box on the bed, a white and black flannel catches your eye. before you know it your legs and feet have moved so youâre able to pick up the flannel. the fabric is soft and you instantly smell that sweet scent of heeseung surrounding you.Â
âi can put away my clothes myself, itâs okay.â heeseungâs voice speaks from behind you, making you jump and instantly drop the flannel from your hands, back into the box.Â
you turn to see him putting the last box of his cdâs onto his desk, his hoodie sleeves rolled up so you can see his smooth forearms now. âright, i know. sorry.âÂ
heeseung chuckles under his breath as he flips his bangs up out of his face and runs a hand through his hair, âno itâs okay, i just figured you wouldnât want to touch more of my man testosterone than you already have.âÂ
your lips purse at him, âyeah youâre right. i can already feel it growing on me.â you make so that your hands are trying to brush something off of you in disgust.Â
âwell how about you go wash it off in the shower while I make breakfast?â heeseung suggests with a playful smile on his pink lips.Â
âbreakfast?â you exclaim, your eyes wide.Â
âwell i would say it is around breakfast time, no?âÂ
âhana never made breakfast.âÂ
âwhat can i say? iâm the better roommate.âÂ
you crossed your arms over your chest, âdonât push it, heeseung.â you glare at him as you push past him to go to the bathroom. âand I like my eggs over-easy.âÂ
you hear heeseungâs soft laugh as you close the bathroom door.Â
not only did lee heeseung offer to cook breakfast, he is actually good at cooking. as soon as you walked out of the bathroom in clean clothes and the man testosterone on your skin properly washed off, you started drooling at the smell of food.Â
heeseung was standing over the stove, finishing up the last of the scrambled eggs he was making. the small kitchen table you and hana bought years ago was set up with plates and cutlery, some fruit, bacon and toast.Â
âheeseung, oh my god,.â you say in shock. you would have never imagined that your new roommate would have done something like this. .
heeseung turns with a pretty smile on his face, âsit down, the eggs are done now.âÂ
in your shocked state you managed to sit down in the chair heeseung motioned to as he filled up your plate with eggs. âwhy did you make all this?âÂ
heeseung shrugs as he set the empty frying pan in the sink and sits down across from you, âi mean you let me move in here without ever properly meeting me and then you helped me move in all my stuff, so i figured this was the least i could.â you stare at him in shock and heeseung lets out a quick, dry laugh, âwell are you gonna eat it or what?âÂ
âright! sorry!â you pick up your fork and start to dig in, âitâs just, i havenât had a breakfast like this in years.âÂ
âwhat do you usually have for breakfast then? besides green tea.âÂ
now you shrug, eyes practically closing from how good his food tastes, ânothing, pretty much.âÂ
heeseung rolls his eyes, âwell thatâs not good, weâll have to change that.âÂ
âif you make breakfast like this often then you and your man testosterone can stay here for as long as you like.â you point your fork at him with a knowing smile.Â
âor until the lease is up in december.âÂ
âright, or until then.âÂ
the mention that heeseung nor you wouldnât be living here together for more than four months suddenly leaves a pit in your stomach that his eggs couldnât manage to fill as you continue eating. heeseung has already been in your apartment for no more than four hours and you already could not imagine living with someone else.Â
besides their smiles, heeseung and hana seem to only have one other thing in common. which is their ability to get comfortable anywhere.Â
you had made sure to tell heeseung to make himself feel at home, since it is home now. at least it is for four months. you didnât want to be those awkward roommates that feel like they have to sneak around the apartment to not piss off the other roommate.Â
but, for a moment, you forgot who he was related to.Â
so, heeseung made himself comfortable really quickly. by the third week of living together he was already settled in and acting like he had owned the place for years.Â
you learnt quickly that heeseung really likes music. his cd collection taking over his room was the first sign of his passion. when he mentioned he is a dance major at your university, it was not that big of a shock to you. you also quickly caught on to him seemingly always having his earphones in, the white cord trailing from his ear to his phone he always carries with him.Â
you didnât mind heeseungâs obsession with music, in fact you found it interesting he could listen to music for so long without a stop. you didnât think it would ever be a bother to you.Â
except for now.Â
you are in your room trying to finish writing your qualification letter to the universityâs library so you could become a student librarian this year, which you procrastinated so much that you only have two days before the school year starts to hand it. it is like you are having a severe writer's block and could not think of why you should be the one with the librarian position. you love going to the library to study and to read, you spent your entire first year in the library so much that hana said you should just move in there. having this student librarian position would be good for your career as you wanted to become a teacher abroad.Â
you were getting frustrated at your lack of writing for this letter when you started to hear music coming from heeseungâs bedroom across the hall. it was loud and it was some aggressive heavy metal music. you take a breath and decide that itâs a sign that you need to take a break from this letter. you push your laptop to the side and lay down, covering your eyes with your arm draped over your face.Â
even with your eyes closed you can still see words going across your eyes, not being able to stop thinking about what you could possibly write in your letter. you lay there trying to think of something, anything, but everytime you think you get somewhere it seems to be stupid and then heeseungâs music fades into your ears again.Â
when youâve finally had enough of laying there, getting nowhere with your letter and heeseungâs music having no sign of stopping, you toss your sapphire sheet off of your legs and stand up, beelining it right to heeseungâs door. without a hesitation you knock on his door, and a second later the music stops and it opens.Â
heeseung stands in the doorway now, his brown bangs practically stuck to his forehead with sweat and his bambi eyes immediately looking down at your figure. his cheeks are flushed a red hue that almost matches the colour of his lips that are parted as he breathes. but you canât properly match the colour of his cheeks to his lips because you realize he is shirtless standing in front of you.Â
sweat droplets are trailing down his tanned skin like theyâre racing each other. his broad shoulders that you couldnât have stopped yourself from noticing weeks ago are now plain in sight for your eyes to drink in. his abdomen is full of muscles that move with his chest as he practically pants, trying to catch his breath in front of you.Â
âwhatâs up?â his voice successfully breaks you out of the trance you were somehow put in.Â
âuh,â you shake your head trying to grab onto all of the thoughts that were filling your head, âiâm trying to write my student librarian application letter and i canât focus because your music is too loud.â you try to sound as angry and frustrated as you were one minute ago, but your words only come out mediocre when you speak.Â
âoh shit, iâm sorry,â heeseungâs hand brushes his damp bangs out of his eyes, his face forming into a sorry expression as he looks down at you. âi was working out because the university gym isnât open yetâ iâll put my headphones in.âÂ
âright, okay.â you speak, trying to not focus on the way his muscles flexed in his arm when he pushed his bangs back.Â
âgood luck on your letter,â heeseung smiles at you and it triggers reality for you as you quickly back up and enter your own room.Â
âthanks.â you say to him, closing your bedroom door so youâre out of view of each other.Â
you hold onto the doorknob until you hear heeseungâs door click shut and you let out a breath of relief as your body laxes. you climb back into your sapphire sheets, thankful for the coolness of them that will bring down your flushed hot state.Â
when you realize your panties are damp against your skin, you make a pact to yourselfâ and to hanaâ that there is no possible way you will find your best friendâs brother hot.Â
you thought that when school started you would see less of heeseung than you did in the final days of summer, but it seemed that you only saw more of him. you would see him walk past you on campus, never failing to wave at you or call your name. you also learnt that heeseung has a bad habit of skipping classes. so he was home more than you were. the only classes he never skipped were his dance ones, that would go on for hours and leave him to be tired and sweaty when he comes home.Â
like tonight, you were sitting on the couch in the living room, your laptop warm on your lap as you typed away at your essay, telling yourself to write just a few more sentences. since you ended up getting the job as the student librarian, youâve had less time to do school work since youâve had to run around helping other students in the library. when the front door opens, a very tired looking heeseung walked in, his clothes practically falling off him from exhaustion.Â
âlong practice?â you ask him absentmindedly, still focusing on your essay.Â
âvery, long practice.â you hear him respond as the fridge door opens. you hear him shuffle around in the fridge before it closes and he tells you heâs gonna get in the shower.Â
the faint sound of the shower running starts and you forget that heeseung is even home as you continue to write your essay. when the bathroom door opens minutes later, you glance up at the time on your computer, seeing it approaching 9pm.Â
âwanna watch a movie?â heeseung asks from behind you.Â
you sigh, âi really wanna finish my essay, though.âÂ
heesung comes around the couch and sits on the other side, putting his feet up on the coffee table in front of it, âthatâs okay, right? you can do both. plus knowing you, youâve probably been working on it all day right?âÂ
âmaybe.âÂ
âwell then you need a break.âÂ
âbut iâm almost done, just a few more paragraphs.â you jut out your bottom lip as you look at him for the first time. his hair is wet and itâs falling into his eyes. the sight instantly makes you remember the working-out incident from a few weeks ago and you tighten your thighs together at the mere thought of it.Â
âcâmon, watch a movie with me, y/n.â he begs you, âplease.â before you can say no heâs reaching over and taking your laptop out of your hands.Â
âheeseung!â you whine out, âiâm almost done!âÂ
the position he was in to grab the laptop meant that he was a lot closer to you than before, his face only centimeters away from yours as he leaned on his elbow on the couch cushion. âplease, watch a movie with me.â he mimics your earlier expression of your jutted out lip.Â
you sigh, giving into the boy, âfine.â he lets out a hissed âyesâ as he sets the laptop on the coffee table and passes you the remote.
you still for a moment when he drops his head into your lap. youâre unsure what to do or say so you try to focus on finding a movie in front of you on the tv.Â
âitâs okay if i put my head in your lap right? iâm just so tired.â heeseung asks, probably noticing how stiff your body went.Â
âuh, yeah sure.â you say, watching where you place your hands and arms now. you hear him let out a quiet âyayâ before heâs telling you to put on a studio ghibli movie.
It was hard to concentrate on Spirited Away at first, with heeseungâs head weight in your lap. you could feel his warm breath on your thigh everytime he exhaled. one of his hands was hooked onto your thigh in front of his face and you could feel him mindlessly tapping his fingers against your leg, probably to some song that is stuck in his head today. you told yourself to focus on the movie and it worked until you stopped feeling his fingers tapping on your thigh. you glance down at your roommate and see that heâs fallen fast asleep on your lap. his damp hair now dry and falling into his closed eyes. his lips are parted slightly as he exhales deep, slow breaths. you allow yourself to take him in for a moment, never seeing him so calm before.Â
through his bangs you see that his eyebrows are not scrunched up in their usual frown since school started. you almost instinctively brush his bangs off of his forehead, but stop when you're a mere inch away. roommates should not be affectionate with each other, especially when said roommate is your best friendâs brother.Â
haku distracts you again.Â
when heeseung moves once more, itâs an hour later when Spirited Away has finally ended, the ending music causing him to stir.Â
âdamn, i basically missed the entire thing.â he mumbles, sleep laced in his voice.Â
âyou did miss the entire thing.â you respond, quirking an eyebrow up at him as he lifts himself from your lap.Â
âsorry,â he shrugs, âbut that was the best sleep iâve had in a while.âÂ
âreally?âÂ
âyeah, iâve been stressed about the dance concert thatâs coming up- they put me in charge of a major part of the choreography so, my minds just been on that.âÂ
âheeseung, what? thatâs amazing!â
heeseung smiles at you, brushing his bangs back like you almost did an hour ago. âthanks- and thanks for letting me sleep.âÂ
âitâs no problem, it gave me more time to think about how to end my essay.âÂ
âyeah? think you can end it perfectly after taking a break?â heeseung asks with a sly tone.
âjust perfectly.âÂ
since the night heeseung had slept in your lap, neither of you had shied away from little touches of each other. like hands casually sliding over each otherâs when he passes you the milk for your cereal, laughing into each otherâs bodies, and more naps with heeseungâs head in your lap.Â
you told yourself that itâs no different than hanging out with your other friends. that you guys are just friendly with each other. there was no romantic feelings between you and your best friendâs older brother.Â
you knew you and heeseung were getting more comfortable with each other, but when he barges into the bathroom while your mid-shower, you had to re-think just how close you two were.Â
âsorry!â heeseung immediately calls out as soon as he enters the bathroom, âbut i gotta pee so bad and i need to leave!âÂ
your mouth drops open as your eyes widen. you instinctively cover your body even though the shower curtain is covering you completely. âit- itâs fine.â you hear him shuffling around through the sound of the showerâs water hitting the tub. tyring to ignore that there is only a thin layer of fabric covering your naked body from heeseungâs gaze you ask him âwhere are you going?â.
âuh, jaehyuckâs having a party tonight and jeonginâs been outside waiting for me for almost ten minutes now and heâs pissed.âÂ
âoh, ok. have fun.âÂ
âi will, thanks!â are heeseungâs last words in the bathroom before heâs shutting the door and leaving.Â
once youâre alone in the shower again, you wonder what you should do tonight since heeseungâs gone and itâs friday night. you wonder if hana would want to hang out at the old cafe you two used to frequent before she moved out. but the oddâs are low since sheâd probably rather go to a bar and âstart her weekend off rightâ. you laugh to yourself as you perfectly hear hanaâs words in your head. but still, you figure you would try.Â
your efforts immediately fail as an hour later you open the door to hana dressed in her âready for the barâ outfit glaring at your âready for the cafeâ outfit.Â
âno.â hana states as she glances up and down at you, shaking her head. âitâs friday y/n! letâs go drinking! you can study for the other two days of the weekend!â
âugh,â you move aside and plop down on your couch, hearing hana close the door behind her wander around her old apartment. âi hate going to bars!âÂ
âyeah well you need to get away from âstudyingâ places every once and a while!â hanaâs voice rings from your bedroom. you sit up on the couch, realizing your head was placed right where heeseungâs face was pressed against your thighs a few weeks ago.Â
âwe donât have to study at the cafe!â you call back to her.Â
âbut youâll be thinking about studying!âÂ
âiâd probably be thinking about studying at a bar, too!âÂ
ânot if youâll be drinking and,â hanaâs voice gets clearer as she continues, âwearing this.âÂ
you turn to look at her as she emphasizes her last word. in her hands is a tight black dress that you have never worn before. it has thin noodle straps and is made of silk. âno.âÂ
âyes!â hana answers, âand since when did you have such a cute dress?âÂ
âugh,â you plop down onto the couch again, âi donât know, a while ago. it was stupid of me.âÂ
âcâmon y/n, itâs gonna look nice on you!â hana pushes your legs so she can sit beside you. âplus, i already ordered a taxi and itâll be here in five minutes.â
âwhat?â you sit up with wide eyes.Â
âyou better hurry and get this dress on!â hana grins at you, allowing for you to grab the dress and run off to your bedroom to change.Â
hanaâs grin doesnât leave her face, even when youâre sitting across from her at the table in some bar sheâs chosen to take you to. since itâs friday night and you live in a popular school town- this bar is practically packed. you glance around nervously, always hating big crowds of people.Â
âso, whatâs it like living with my brother so far?â hana asks you, sipping her drink through her straw.Â
âitâs fine.â you shrug, mimicking her actions with your own drink. maybe getting more alcohol in your system will take away your anxious thoughts.Â
âoh come on!â hana exclaims, âthis is like the one hundredth time iâve asked you and itâs always the same reply. and iâve noticed you never even mention him to me either.âÂ
âwell what do you want me to say? living with him is fine, itâs normal.â you defend yourself, flashbacks of every not-so-normal roommate encounter youâve had with her brother the past month and a half.Â
âwell i mean do you talk to him?âÂ
âhana, i kind of have to, because you know, we live together.â you roll your eyes at your best friend.Â
âwell what do you talk about?âÂ
âi- i donât know! normal things! whatâs this all about?âÂ
hana shrugs and sits back into her seat, ânothing- itâs just ever since he moved in i donât hear anything about him, like does he even still live there?âÂ
âyes, he lives there.â you shove her legs with your foot playfully under the table, âand itâs just thereâs nothing to say. weâre roommates- thatâs it.âÂ
âso you guys arenât like, friends?â you think about it for a moment, are you and heeseung? friends? you suppose you see each other at some of your worsts, like right after waking up, or all sweaty from dancing. you share things about your day and food. but those are things that just come with being roommates. so, you shrug. âwhat do you mean? youâve lived together for two months and arenât friends?âÂ
âwell i donât know! i havenât asked him if weâre friends or anything- nothing like that has come up!â
âdo you guys know things about each other? like share things like that?âÂ
âyeah, some things.âÂ
âlike do you know who his stupid friends are?âÂ
you think about it for a second. every time youâve seen heeseung on campus heâs been by himself. and heâs only briefly mentioned jeongin a few times. so youâve assumed to yourself that jeongin must be his best friend. âonly jeongin. but iâve never met him or anything.âÂ
âah jeongin!â hana nods, âyeah heâs one of the nice ones.âÂ
you tilt your head, âwhat do you mean?âÂ
âheeseung hangs around with the Sigma Fidi guys- the ones that are all born in 2001.âÂ
âthe ones that completely ruined the library last year?â your mouth drops open in memory of how the beloved library- the only place you could find peace- was entirely flipped upside down last year.Â
âyep, those guys.âÂ
âoh my god!â you sat back in your chair in despair, âthat took weeks to fix!âÂ
âi know, i clearly remember how much you complained about it when it happened.â you ignore hanaâs playful smile as you try to take in how someone as nice as heeseung could be friends with people who are capable of tearing apart such a beautiful place. âanyways, thereâs the yang jeongin guy youâve heard of. i guess him and heeseung have been friends for maybe ten years now?â so youâve correctly assumed that theyâre probably best friends. âand jaehyuk, beomgyu and theo. thereâs more but those are the ones that heeseung usually hangs around with.âÂ
âand all four of them ruined the library?â you ask hana, still not comprehending it all.Â
âmm, i think so.â hana nods, âi never really asked heeseung about it so.â
âoh.âÂ
the music in the bar is suddenly louder, playing some song youâve never heard of and are far too busy mentally to even decide if you like the song or not. you wouldâve never thought that heeseung would be the one behind ruining your sanctuary last year. even after speaking to him about the library so many times! you remember how distraught your favourite librarian was when you walked in after opening hours. the books were pushed onto the floor and ripped. the tables, walls and ceiling had spray paint all over it. all the flowers that even you watered sometimes were ripped from their roots and dirt was mucked throughout the entire room. not even one bookshelf was together after being stepped on and smashed. you remember how much you struggled to find a calming place to sit at school for months afterwards.Â
âwhatâre you thinking about?â hana asks you, nudging her foot against your leg.Â
ânothing.âÂ
âthen letâs go dance!â before you can refuse, hana is pulling you up, leaving your drinks and table behind to enter the very crowded dance floor, pushing your new revelations of heeseung out of your mind, at least for awhile.Â
it was hours later, further into the night when you got back to yours and heeseungâs shared apartment. it was quiet and dark, as you expected since it was reaching 3am. your familiarity with the apartment was your only guidance to your bedroom.Â
within inches from your bedroom, you heard it.Â
a muted moan through the walls.Â
your entire body tensed and retracted your hand that was about to touch your bedroomâs door knob. a thump followed by a womanâs giggle from the other side of the hallway made you stand up straight. and then it was clear what was happening in your roommateâs bedroom.Â
you never expected heeseung to bring home someone. it was never even mentioned between you two. heâs never even brought home a friend before as they always just wait outside for him.Â
a deep, nauseous feeling overcomes you and you curse yourself for drinking tonight. without thinking much- only the vibrant thought of âi canât be here anymoreâ flashing in your mind, you turn back the way you came, catching a glimpse of high heels at the front door. you only stop when youâre in the lobby of your apartment.Â
the moonlight is filling up the entire room, bringing some comfort to you as tears start to well up in your eyes. you know the reason why youâre crying, but you refuse to accept it and blame it on the alcohol. you sit down on the small couches that the lobby holds for visitors, and accept your fate of sitting here for the rest of the night.Â
you didnât know what to do. you couldnât go to hanaâs because then sheâd obviously ask why you're upset. and whatâre you gonna say? that youâre upset because youâve developed a crush on your roommate that happens to be her brother and that the thought of him fucking another girl in your apartment makes you feel like youâre rotting from the inside out? that wouldnât go well.Â
because you know how hana would feel to have trusted you to live with her brother just for you to ruin it all. she was never close with heeseung in the first place, so to have her best friend have feelings for him? it just seems out of the question. why would she want her best friend to date her basically estranged older brother? even after tonight, when she asked question after question about your relationship with heeseung, she seemed off. she seemed like she wanted to know that you and heeseung are just friends. you wouldnât even put it past her to be secretly happy that you told her everything is just normal roommates between you two.Â
if only she knew how not normal it was. roommates donât sleep with their heads on each otherâs laps. they donât drool over the other when theyâre working out. their hearts donât flip when they see each other in the hallways at school. and they most definitely donât get upset when the other is fucking someone else. Â
you sigh frustratedly, swearing to wipe the last tear off of your cheek and rest your head on the arm rest of the small couch. itâs small enough for your legs to curl up on, but it does nothing from the small gushes of air that circulate your dress-clad body. you fight the urge to go to sleep, but soon give in, the last thought being of heeseung and the unknown betrayal he just carried out.Â
when you woke up, the pale moonlight had turned into a warm yellow glow.Â
which was being blocked by your apartmentâs front desk worker, jongho. you sit right up when your sleepy mind clears and you realize heâs glaring right at you.Â
âgood morning, y/n.â his monotone voice speaks to you.Â
âuh, hi, jongho.â you try to speak cheerfully to distract him from the fact you probably smell like alcohol and are passed out in the public lobby.Â
âhave a good sleep?âÂ
âuh, yeah! just wanted to see how comfy these couches are, you know?âÂ
âno, i donât know as i would think my own bed would be far more comfortable.âÂ
you cringe at his words, standing up and avoiding eye contact as he scolds you. âyeah, i should go see just how comfortable my bed is- sorry.â you wave smally at him as you head to the elevator, wanting it to come faster as you could still feel jonghoâs eyes on you as he makes his way back to his desk.Â
âhave a good day, y/n.â he calls out to you when the elevator door closes with you inside. you only then let out the breath you didnât know you were holding when his cold eyes leave your body.Â
out with that breath and in with the thoughts of what the hell youâre about to walk into as the elevator quickly takes you to your floor. you mumble a curse as you see the mess you look like in the elevatorâs mirror. scrambling to fix your hair and wipe the fallen eyeliner as walk to your door.Â
your quick plan to quietly sneak into your bedroom and act as if you didnât just freak out that heeseung was having sex with a girl and sleep on a basically public couch all night failed just as quickly as you thought of it.Â
as soon as you entered your apartment, lee heeseung was standing at the kitchen island, glaring at you with eyes almost as cold as jonghoâs. âwhere the hell have you been?â your eyes catch the floor where you saw the high heels hours ago and take a mental sigh of relief when you see that theyâre gone. she probably walked right past you when you were passed out on the couch. âhello?âÂ
your body tenses again when heeseungâs tone matches his eyes. his hands stop mixing whateverâs in the bowl as he takes in your figure.Â
âi went out, to the bar with hana last night.â you reply, easing off your own high heels at the front door.Â
âand so you couldnât answer a text? i was worried.âÂ
itâs then that you realized you left your phone in your purse on the couch last night when you came home. mentally slapping yourself. âi forgot it, so i slept at hanaâs.âÂ
âi thought you said you never wanted to sleep in an apartment with jay and hana again?âÂ
you shrug, not finding any humour this morning. âi was drunk.âÂ
âok, well iâm making eggs if you want some.âÂ
you shake your head no as you whisk up your forgotten purse, âno thanks. iâm just going to go to sleep.âÂ
âoh, ok.â heeseungâs tone drops, âsee ya later then.âÂ
youâre too upset to respond as you smell a womanâs perfume come from heeseungâs bedroom when you walk past. your bedroom is like a safeway for you as you close the door, your back sliding against it as your knees give up from under you. the events from last night seem too much for your body to take. first with hana interrogating you about heeseung, finding out heeseungâs friends are assholes and then hearing heeseung, your best friendâs brother that you have a crush on, have sex with someone else in your shared apartment. it felt like the world was against you.Â
you tiredly crawl around to slip on some sweatpants, throwing heeseungâs black and white flannel that you borrowed to the other side of your room that you stumbled on. when you crawl into your covers, ready for some sleep in your own bed you decide two things :Â
you need to make some distance between heeseung and you andÂ
youâre never going to a bar again.Â
the last few weeks of fall in your once sanctuary of a home, turned into an awkward hell. it was easy to distance yourself from heeseung at first from your hours at the library and his hours spent choreographing for the dance concert. the apartment was usually empty until late hours of the night, which were spent solely for sleep until you woke up and left quietly again in the morning.Â
heeseung tried to speak to you at first, always asking if you wanted to watch a movie on the couch with him, or if you wanted another bowl of cereal. both things that you used to look forward to with heeseung, but had to turn down for the sake of your relationship with hana and heeseung. everytime you denied, you could see a deeper frown on heeseungâs face when he turned away.Â
his efforts to speak quickly faded just as quickly as he was denied. your only conversation was swift hiâs and byes as you passed each other at the front door. when both of you were home, which was rare, both of you stayed in your rooms.Â
you distracted yourself in your room with your studying, but hearing his laughter while he played video games with his friends echoing in the walls, only made you distracted with the thoughts of how much you missed his laugh and smile. but those thoughts were quickly fought with the fact that you should not miss your best friendâs brotherâs laugh.Â
after a tiring day of classes and a shift at the library, you didnât expect to come home to a bunch of boys lounging around your apartment. you hang your coat at the front door as all of their eyes land on you.Â
âhey, y/n!â heeseungâs cheery voice calls from the kitchen.Â
âuh, hey.â you respond, a shy smile spreading on your face as you greet everyone.Â
âthese are my friends- jeongin, beomgyu and theo.â you smile as heeseung introduces them, all of them greeting in response politely. you try to pretend like hana didnât show you pics of the Sigma Fidi members a few days ago so you know who exactly is sitting in your living room.Â
âheeseung you didnât tell us your roommate was so pretty!â the one with long black hair who you recognize as yang jeongin speaks, his eyes almost sparkling as he speaks.Â
âyeah, you really are so pretty!â theo smiles at you. âisnât she, hee?âÂ
with the dim kitchen light, you can still see a hint of pink hit heeseungâs face as he continues to pour juice in a cup. âum, yeah- of course.â you felt exposed standing in your own living room and you quickly wanted to get to your peaceful bedroom and away from this group forming.Â
jeongin tsks at his best friendâs response, âcâmon heeseung, make it seem more meaningful than that!âÂ
heeseung stops pouring and looks up at you, taking in your pink cheeks of embarrassment and the cold, fall wind before quickly glancing back to his friends, âsheâs really pretty.âÂ
âthatâs it!â theo laughs tossing his head back to laugh at how embarrassed his friend looks. âif youâre gonna compliment someone, you gotta mean it.âÂ
the apartment goes silent as you try to decipher what you should do next.Â
just as youâre about to beeline it to your bedroom after offering a quick goodnight, beomgyu speaks from his side of the couch, âoh and y/n!âÂ
you turn, forcing an awkward smile on your face, âyeah?âÂ
âthanks for letting me sleep over a few weeks ago.â his smile beams up at you.Â
âyou slept over?â you ask him, confusing covering your face at the news.Â
âuh, yeah⊠the night jaehyuk had a party i came back here with chaeryeong and passed out.âÂ
âthe night of jaehyukâs partyâŠâ you speak out loud, trying to comprehend what you were hearing.Â
âyeah, the night you went out with hana⊠i slept in your bed that night, that's why i was worried you didnât come home.â heeseung speaks up from the kitchen. âi never got a chance to tell you i slept there⊠sorry.âÂ
âohâŠâ you place your hand on your head⊠so it wasnât heeseung having sex in his bedroom that night- it was beomgyu, âno, itâs fine, yeah.âÂ
âare you okay?â jeongin asks you, a worried expression on his face.Â
âyeah, i just- yeah iâm good- just a long day so iâm gonna go to bed.âÂ
âalright, it was nice meeting you!â theo waves to you, which is followed by the other three saying goodnight, too.Â
in your bedroom you had to fight the urge to laugh. the amount of relief you had now that you learnt heeseung hasnât fucked someone. it was laughable how worried you got for something that couldâve been easily avoided. if you had just gone into your bedroom that night you wouldâve found heeseung awake in your bed, waiting for your return. the thought of heeseung laying in your bed makes you wonder what he thought of your room. if he liked the smell of your sheets or perfume. if he even paid attention to those details about you.Â
the group of boys laughing in the living room makes you move from your bedroom door, suddenly extra ready for bed now that something that has been eating at you for weeks is finally cleared up. you crawl into bed, wondering if heeseung had put his head where yours is, and you wonder if itâs okay to think of your roommate this way.Â
soon after, you decided that you canât avoid heeseung forever, and honestly it was getting tiring trying to stay away from him. so, instead of heading to the library to study for hours after your last class of the dayâ you headed home. you could feel your cozy blanket on your body the more you got closer to your apartment. you imagined eating a bowl of ramen in bed before taking an afternoon nap as soon as you got home.Â
the thought of heeseung being home not in your plan for the day as you assumed he would be at one of his many dance classes, or teaching his new choreography to the other dancers for the concert that was quickly approaching. you wonder what heeseung will say when he sees you home before him for once. you giggle to yourself when you try to imagine the look on his face.Â
when you open your apartment door, you quickly realize that the afternoon you had planned was in fact, not happening. the tv was turned off as heeseung sat on the couch. the sunlight from the large window panning onto him as he sat with his back completely against the cushion. his head was tilted back, his brown hair shaggy on his head, desperately needing a haircut that you didnât want. his brown, bambi eyes were closed and his mouth hung open.Â
it only took a second for you to notice the rest of him, his body shaking and panting. your eyes glance down to where his hand was wrapped around his cock. the red tip oozing precum as heeseung continued to jerk himself off. your mouth opened, wanting to say somethingâ anything, but you couldnât. you knew this image of heeseung would forever be ingrained into your brain, but you canât look away at how beautiful he looks, with each droplet of sweat catching on the sunlight.Â
your body rests on the right side of your body, moving the door an inchâ the perfect inch that makes the door squeak, causing heeseungâs eyes to fly open. when they meet you, they widen, curses flying out of his mouth. âoh y/n! fuck!âÂ
you turn your head, your hand covering your eyes, âsorry! sorry! i didnât see anything!â you hear heeseung scrambling around, probably pulling his pants up and knocking things over in his surprised state. you felt your heart rate speed up, a feeling of anxiety taking over and you decide that you canât take this right now and slam the front door after you. youâre practically running down the hallway of your apartment building, taking the stairs down instead of waiting for the slow elevator, needing to get away from this situation fast. because thereâs just no way you just watched heeseung masturbate.Â
this is definitely not normal for roommates.Â
you head to the library and stay there until closing, trying to study and distract yourself from the image you saw earlier. but it seemed like every ten seconds, the thought of heeseung masturbating would pop into your head.Â
it was the way that heeseung seemed to be so close to his climax, his low grunts frequent as soon as you stepped in the door. the light sheen of sweat covering his face as he focused on the pleasure he was giving himself. his chest moving erratically as he struggled to catch his breath. he looked gorgeous and overwhelmed at the same time, triggering something inside of you that youâve never thought of before.Â
the more you thought about heeseung masturbating, the more you could feel your panties getting wet. when it was closing time you could only sigh, thinking how now you have to walk home uncomfortably and how this wasnât the first time heeseung had made your panties uncomfortably soaked.Â
you didnât know what would await you this time you came in the front door, but you were glad that it was dark and silent. no group of boys, no heeseung attempting to cook and no hana who had forgotten something at the apartment again.Â
you lied in bed, wanting to go to sleep to forget this long day. but the uncomfortableness in your panties couldnât go away. there was something swirling in the bottom of your stomach and you knew it was all because of heeseung.Â
your hand naturally finds its way in your panties, gasping quietly when you feel just how wet you are. your fingers basically slip through and catch all of your juices. within a second your fingers are circulating your clit in small circles, imagining heeseung was in your bed again, but this time with you. you imagine that heâs whispering for you to cum for him, that he wants to see you cum. you try to imagine what heâd look like laying beside you, watching you pleasure yourself to the thought of him.Â
but then it only takes a second for you to give up. the pleasure youâre seeking can only be satisfied with heeseung yourself. your eyes open and you groan out into your dark bedroom, frustrated with yourself and heeseung. you turn onto your side, eyes closing again, but this time for sleep, just wanting to forget this whole day happened.Â
you donât think you were asleep for long when you woke up to a bump. you lay there, trying to listen for another and then you hear your bedroom door open and a whisper of your name. âare you awake?âÂ
your roll over, eyes squinting as you look up to find heeseung standing at your bedroom door, âyeah. you woke me up.âÂ
âoh iâm so sorry,â heeseung pouts at you, you hear the slur in his voice when he speaks louder and you catch the way heâs holding onto the door knob tightly.Â
âitâs fineâ are you alright?â you ask him, sitting up on your elbows now as you take in his composure.Â
âmm-yeah. i was just- iâm really sorry- about what happened, uh earlier. and i just-.âÂ
âitâs fine heeseung, if it's bothering you then we can talk about it in the morning.â you tell him, putting a smile on your face.Â
âwell, okay, but i, i was wondering if i could sleep with you, in here. i just, yeah.âÂ
âyou want to sleep in my bed with me?â you ask him confused.Â
âyeah, i went out with beomgyu and jeongin and i told them and they laughed at me so i drank a lot and now, now i just want to lay with you.âÂ
you take a deep breath before pulling the corner of your blanket over, âcome on.âÂ
âreally?â heeseung asks excitedly.Â
you smile at his reaction, âyes, come on, iâm tired.âÂ
within a second heeseung was lying beside you. there was only an inch of space between your warm bodies. it only took another second for heeseung to roll over and lay his arm over your stomach. he exhales into your neck before he speaks, âiâm so, so sorry for earlier, and for now since im so wasted.âÂ
you laugh silently, causing his body to bounce from your movements âitâs okay, donât worry about it.âÂ
another beat of silence passes between you and you wonder if heâs fallen asleep until he speaks again, âwill you play with my hair this time?â
âthis time?âÂ
âyeah, when i was laying on your lap i saw that you were about to, but then you stopped.âÂ
âi thought you were asleep for that.âÂ
you feel heeseung smile against your ribcage, âwell i was, but i was awake for that part. whyâd you stop?â
you shift under him, not knowing how to feel about his observation, âwell, because weâre roommates, and i donât know if roommates play with each otherâs hair when theyâre supposed to be sleeping.â you flick his forehead playfully.Â
âweâre more than just roommates.â heeseung replies, a slight slur onto his words as his lips are meshed against your body.Â
âare we?âÂ
âyeah.âÂ
you sigh, knowing that you really wonât be able to sleep now, but you need to know, âthen what are we?âÂ
your bedroom goes silent again, but you know heeseung isnât asleep. his fingers are tracing tapping onto your side and you want to ask him what song is stuck in his head this time, you wonder if it's the song heâs choreographing for the dance concert.Â
âi donât know, but itâs more than roommates.â he finally answers, gulping loudly after he speaks.Â
you decide youâve heard enough for the night then and turn around in his arms so your back is turned to him. he only takes a second for you to get comfortable before heâs tightening his grip on your waist and pulling you into his chest. you can feel his heartbeat slowing on your back and you know the alcohol has finally taken over and heâs passed out.Â
the final thought your mind gives before your own slumber takes over is that you hope heeseung sleeps in your bed again.Â
when you wake up again, the sun is pouring onto your face and your bed is cold and empty. you sigh and sit up, glancing around your room. when your eyes land on your clock you jolt out of bed, realizing that youâre going to be late to class.Â
you scurry around your room, picking up heeseungâs flannel that you threw across the room a few weeks ago and throwing it over your tank top. in a flash, youâre out of your shared apartment and running to your class, hoping to not miss something important.Â
like usual, youâre headed to the library to study after your long class. thankfully, your professor only gave you a stern look when you walked into class late. you managed to not think about heeseung until your phone started vibrating on the table underneath your textbook.Â
âhello?â you speak into the phone.Â
âhey, where are you right now?â heeseung asks you, his voice no longer slurring like the night before.Â
âat the library.âÂ
âright, i couldâve guessed that.â
âhey!â you whine playfully with a pout that he couldnât see.Â
his sweet laughter echoes through the line, âwell, i think you should pack up now anyways.âÂ
âwhat, why?âÂ
suddenly your textbook is being slammed shut and lifted up. you drop your phone to your lap, ready to reprimand the person whoâs stealing your textbook. but stop when you see heeseungâs cheesy grin looking down at you, âbecause weâre going home, câmon.â heeseung turns with your textbook, leaving you to scramble once again and shove the rest of your things into your bag, catching up to him quickly.
before you leave, you catch the librarian giving heeseung a detached expression as she watches him walk out of the library and you gulp, remembering that he and his friends were the ones to disturb it only a year ago.Â
when you entered your shared apartment, heeseung finally handed you your textbook back after threatening to throw it if you didnât hurry up the entire jog home. youâre about to give him a snarky thank you, but stop when you realize the living room is filled with the scent of your favourite food.Â
âchinese food?â you question, your eyes landing on the food on the coffee table, plates and chopsticks laid out as well. the couch has pillows and blankets, and the candles that were covered in dust are now lit. âwhatâs all this?â your eyes are filled with amusement as heeseung takes off your coat for you and hangs it up.Â
heeseung shrugs, âi just thought we could have dinner and a movie together, like we used to.â thereâs a shy smile on his face as he avoids your eye contact.Â
âthat actually sounds great.âÂ
heeseung grabs your wrist, âthen câmon, letâs eat.âÂ
heeseung sits in his usual place on the couch, lifting the blanket for you to sit down beside him and you start to dig in. he puts on Howlâs Moving Castle quietly and leans back into the couch cushion. it would feel like a normal night between you and your roommate, one that you used to look forward to after a long day of classes, but now, both of you can tell that thereâs a heavy burden in the silence between you.Â
thankfully, heeseung is the one to break it, âlook y/n, iâm going to be honestâ,â you finish your last bite food and look over at him, his face curled up with anxiety before he continues, âi did all this as some sort of apology for how things have been these past couple of weeks. and for what happened yesterday.âÂ
you sigh, âdonât worry about yesterday, i know you didnât think i would be home because well, i havenât been properly home in weeks, and thatâs my fault.â you shift uncomfortably in your usual comfortable place on the couch and decide to let out what has been weighing you down for weeks. âitâs just- can i ask you something, heeseung?âÂ
âof course,â heeseung bites the inside of his cheek out of nervousness, âanything.â
âwas it you and your friends that destroyed the library last year?âÂ
âwhat?â heeseungâs face contorts in confusion.Â
âwell you know, the Sigma Fidi guys, did they really destroy the library?âÂ
heeseung laughs suddenly and it makes you whip your head to look at him. anger washes over you as your roommate laughs at you, and you cover your body with your arms, huffing as you let him laugh. âwhatâre you talking about, y/n? you really think i, or jeongin or even theo! could destroy a library? why would we even do that?âÂ
âw-well, it was just, hana-.â you stammer out, feeling awful now that youâve literally accused heeseung and his friends of a crime.Â
heeseung laughs again at the mention of his sister, âhana told you that it was the Sigma Fidi guys who destroyed it?â he rolls his eyes at your confirmation nod, âhana always gets the fratâs names mixed up! it wasnât us who destroyed the library, it was the Sigma Drakos who did it! all the guys born in 2000!âÂ
âoh my god!â you slap your hand on your forehead as you sit back on the couch cushion. all these weeks of worrying that the guy you had a crush on destroyed your favourite placeâ just because your best friend canât remember the name of a frat! you laugh with heeseung now, both of you now realizing how appalling the accusation was. âiâm so sorry!âÂ
heeseung waves it off, âitâs fineâ is that why youâve been avoiding me? because you thought I destroyed the library? because i really would never do that. especially since i know how precious the library is to you.âÂ
âwell, thatâs part of it.â the smile falls from your face as you find twirling your fingers together more interesting.Â
âwhatâs the other part?âÂ
you gulp at heeseungâs question, not even mentally preparing yourself for your next words before you speak, âi thought- at firstâ that you had sex with some girl and i heard it, but then it turns out that it was beomgyu! but that set me off because i didnât think i should be so worried about my best friendâs brother having sex with another girlâŠâÂ
your apartment goes silent as joe hisaishi plays in the background. both of you stare off at Howl jumps off with Sophie. you wonder if heeseung will say anything, or if itâs his turn to avoid you for months now. with each burning second of silence, your calm facade begins to fade and your true interior of anxiety starts to shine through. your leg starts bouncing quickly, trying to relieve some of the anxious tension filling your body. could you deal with heeseung avoiding you for months? could you still live in this apartment if he moved out tomorrow? could you manage to see his pretty smile on campus?Â
âis that iâll ever be to you? your best friendâs brother and your roommate?â heeseung finally asks quietly, interrupting Howlâs current dialogue. your leg stops bouncing as he speaks, wanting to hear every word of his perfectly.Â
âwhat do you mean?â you ask warily, not understanding what he wanted to hear. the truth of your real feelings for him? or the safety net of that thereâs nothing between you two, just normal roommates?
âi mean,â heeseung sighs and brushes his bangs out of his face, âi mean, i want more than just catching a glimpse of you out the door everyday. i want more than whateverâs been going on recently. i donât care if youâre friends with hana or not, i just want more of you.âÂ
the silence between you two continues as you process his words. your relationship with his sister means nothing to him. and you wonder if it should mean nothing to you too when you thought of your relationship with heeseung. maybe it would be okay to be more than just normal roommates with him after all.Â
âalright.â you give finally.Â
âalright?â heeseung questions you.Â
âalright we can go back to the way we were, we can see more of each other.âÂ
âreally?â heeseung sits up from the couch. with your nod, heâs suddenly jumping from one side of the couch to the other, throwing his arms around you. you laugh as you wrap your own arms around him, allowing yourself to be surrounded with his warmth with no worries for the first time. he only held on tighter when he realized you hugged him back. âiâm so glad! i missed you so much! andâ oh,â heeseung retracts his body from your own, his hands gripping your shoulders as he looks at you, âone more thing.âÂ
âwhat is it?â you grumble out.Â
âweâre having a party this friday.âÂ
âwhat?â you jerk back from him, making his hands go limp in his lap. âwhy?âÂ
âbecause exams will be over then! so we should celebrate!â heeseung speaks with an obvious tone.Â
you cross your hands over your chest, âis this why you got me chinese food? so iâd be more agreeable to having a party this week?âÂ
heeseungâs hand scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, âwell, no, but kinda.â you give him an unimpressed look. âso⊠yeah? weâll have a party? please?âÂ
you give in when he pouts at you, âfine.â and then youâre pulled into a bone crushing hug as he thanks you for âbeing the best roommate everâ.Â
âis this my flannel?â heeseung asks in your ear.Â
âum, yeah?âÂ
heeseung only laughs melodically, not letting you go.Â
both of you go to bed when Howlâs Moving Castle is over. properly saying goodnight to each other for the first time in months. while you lay down, you wonder how the party will go this weekend. you wonder how hana will react to seeing how close you and heeseung really are. you wonder if sheâll notice that you have feelings for her older brother.Â
you try to push those thoughts away as you try to fall asleep for the night, and replace them with the memories you made tonight with heeseung.Â
friday night came fast.Â
you spent all week studying and then taking your exams, which you think went well. heeseung spent his afternoons practicing for the dance concert, but always made it home early enough to eat dinner and watch a movie with you. it was nice to see him so much again. the bond between you felt closer and tighter than ever before. and the fire in your heart only grew stronger for him.Â
little touches of each other grew into subtle hand holding during movies under blankets. his head always seemed to fall into your lap after he was done eating. soft compliments of each other were more frequently exchanged than not, always causing a pink dash to spread across your cheeks. it wouldâve felt perfect if there wasnât that nagging feeling in the back of your head that hana wouldnât like this.Â
hana was in fact invited to the party that you and heeseung were holding. alongside the rest of the Sigma Fidi boys and their friends, and their friends and their friends. you were worried that your small apartment wouldnât be able to hold everyone. but, even though winter was finally here, and outside was beginning to look like a sheet of white cloth, people went out on your balcony, chatting like everyone else.Â
by the time the party was in full swing, you were already feeling drunk. before everyone showed up, you and heeseung took a few shots together. you had to, because when heeseung stepped out of his bedroom, dressed in a nice silk button up, you knew you would be dead meat for the rest of the night. you also couldnât ignore the way heeseungâs eyes wouldnât shy away from trailing up your bare legs from the dress you borrowed from hana tonight.Â
theo, beomgyu and jeongin didnât shy away from complimenting you tonight either, like they ever do. but they were definitely more sober than you, and having fun watching you drunkenly talk about the library, living with heeseung and how you miss living with hana.Â
âyou talking about me?â hana suddenly asks as she appears and sits beside you, jay following her.Â
âno, never.â you playfully grin at her, laughing when she gently nudges you. the rest of the boys start greeting jay, who they apparently havenât seen much of since heâs moved in with hana. âiâm going to get another drink.â you tell hana beside you.Â
âiâll come with you,â jeongin says from across the coffee, you smile and give your hand out, letting him hold onto it to follow you into the kitchen. jeongin and you speak about nothing but everything while you pour each other drinks. heâs funny, and heâs good looking, and youâve never noticed it before. the dim lights you and heeseung put up around the apartment make jeonginâs eyeâs sparkle every time he drunkenly laughs. âdo you want to go dance?â you donât say no when he asks.Â
youâre in the middle of your living room, dancing with people who you assume are friends with either heeseung or hana, and jeonginâs grip is tight on your waist. youâre both laughing as you continue to jump around close to each other. you think his cologne smells a lot like heeseungâs. you felt jeonginâs hands slide from your waist to your ass, pulling you closer to his chest and you both continued to dance.Â
the music starts to fade out once you realize how close you are to jeongin, and focus on his movement and his laughter that doesnât seem to stop. youâre both unaware of the envious eyes watching both of you.Â
suddenly, jeongin is being pulled away from you, and you stumble a bit to catch yourself since you were leaning so much of your weight onto him.Â
âwhat the hell?â jeongin turns angrily, but stops when he sees that itâs heeseung, âoh, hey. whatâs up?â
heeseung shrugs, âi think y/nâs drank too much tonight.âÂ
âwhat? no i havenât!â you speak up with a whine.Â
âyou only ever dance when youâre wasted.â heeseung points out, and it makes you mentally drunk-check yourself. heeseung pats jeongin on the back, âplus itâs almost 3 so i think itâs time everyone heads out.â you donât hear what jeonginâs reply is as you turn and look for hana. sheâs sitting where you left her not too long ago, but on top of jay now.Â
your eyes squint when the apartmentâs lights are flicked on and the music shuts off. everyone groans before heeseungâs voice cuts through, saying that itâs been fun, but they gotta go. you wave bye to the people that you recognize. hugging jeongin when he walks past, laughing when he twirls you around, oblivious to heeseungâs eye roll.Â
âat least you seemed to have fun.â heeseungâs voice rings out behind you as you shut the door.Â
you turn and see your roommate leaned up against the kitchen island, arms crossed over his chest with a displeased look on his face.Â
âyeah, i did. and so what?â you huff at him, starting to head straight for your bedroom, âsorry you hate seeing me have fun.âÂ
heeseungâs hand reaches out and grabs your wrist, stopping you from moving forward, ây/n.â your name sounds so desperate coming from him. âsorry, i didnât mean it like that- iâm, iâm justâ.âÂ
âjust what, heeseung?â you rip your wrist out of his grip. âwhy canât i dance with jeongin? and whyâd you have to tell everyone i drank too much, why do you even care how much i drink?âÂ
heeseungâs face drops and it makes you scoff, turning around again to head to your room, ây/n!â heeseung reaches forward, so both of his hands are on each of your shoulder, forcing you to look at him, âplease, just let me talk for a second.âÂ
you sigh, but give into his bambi coloured eyes, âfine.âÂ
heeseung lets out a breath, âi- i care, because i like you. i like you a lot.â a small gasp leaves your mouth at his confession, âi like that youâre shy when it comes to physical touch, i like that youâd make yourself blind just to finish an assignmentâ i like how passionate you are about libraries and books and writings! i like, everything about you.âÂ
your heart started beating at heeseungâs words, a rush of emotions washes over you as you stand before him. his confession has taken you completely by surprise. you had never thought lee heeseung would have actual feelings for youâ his little sisterâs best friend, and his roommate.Â
you felt your cheeks turn pink as you looked into his serious, genuine eyes. you force yourself to respond to him, âheeseung, i didnât know you felt this way. i wasnât expecting this at all.â you hear heeseung gulp as his hands start to loosen on your arms. âbut, i care about you, heeseung. more than i can put into words. i like you, heeseung. more than youâll ever truly know.âÂ
heeseungâs face instantly lit up with your words, his beautiful smile taking up his entire face. ây/n, you seriously mean so much to me, and i, i want to be more than just your stupid roommate.âÂ
âhee, i want that, too.âÂ
heeseung removes his hands from your arms and carefully place them on your cheeks, cradling your face, bringing your faces closer to each other. you swallow harshly as your lips brush together for the first time. you instantly feel the connection you thought you had just been imaging soar through your veins.Â
time seemed slow in that exact moment. it was just you and heeseung, kissing each other. kissing the only other person who truly understands you and never judges you. the kiss symbolized just the beginning of your relationship with heeseung.Â
when you pull away, you watch the adoration fade from heeseungâs eyes, and is replaced by deep lust. the alcohol had finally hit him, and now you could tell he was feeling the same emotions you were. you were needy, desperate and wanted to feel him inside of you so bad.Â
with no hesitation, heeseung picks you up, making you squeal out his name as he takes you to your bedroom. he plops you down into your sapphire sheets, making your body bounce slightly on the mattress.Â
âgod, you have no idea how bad iâve wanted- needed this,â heeseung says, ripping his silk shirt over his head and tossing it on the ground.Â
âoh, i bet i do.â you tell him honestly, knowing that youâve wanted him since the first day he stepped foot into your apartment.Â
heeseung chuckles and smashed his lips onto yours, slipping his tongue so easily into your mouth to explore. your tongues mesh together, heeseungâs hips grinding into yours.Â
âwhy did you never do anything about it if you needed it so bad?â you ask him curiously, his lips trailing down your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin. heeseung groans into it, his hands rushing up to cup your cheeks again as he looks into your eyes.Â
âi didnât know you wanted it, too. thought youâd always just see me as your roommate or something,â heeseung admits, leaning down to kiss you again. your lips feel swollen from all the kissing, but you could care less, as long as it was because of heeseung.Â
âi do want it- i have wanted it.âÂ
heeseung shakes his head at in you in disbelief, âiâm gonna fuck you so good, y/n.âÂ
âplease, hee, i want it so bad.â you donât care if you sound desperate, because you areâ and so is heeseung. he smashes his lips against yours once more, this time the kiss is just as despeate and needy as you are. his fingers start to pull down the top of your dress, revealing your breasts.Â
you canât stop your head from falling back as heeseung sucks your nipple into his mouth. his tongue starts circling and prodding your nipples. you let a small whine fall past your lips as you glance down at the man. you let your hands trace down his bare back, finally able to touch his skin after months of being teased by it.Â
âhee,â his nickname is so soft coming from your lips. heâs always loved hearing you say his nickname, but hearing it as he pleasures you was something he thought he could have only ever dreamed of.Â
âsuch pretty tits,â he mumbles as he presses one last kiss to your nipple before heâs grabbing a handful of your thighs and flipping you over onto your stomach. you squeal out his name at the sudden, forced movement. heeseung pushes up your dress so it bunches at your hips, and pulls your soaked panties to the side. âyou sure you want to do this, y/n?âÂ
you gasp out, âyes, heeseung, please.âÂ
with your confirmation, heeseung pushes his finger into your wet folds. you both groan at the feeling. youâre so soft and warm and he canât believe how fucking wet you are. you helplessly whine into your bedroom, your grip on your sheets tightens as he slowly starts to move his middle finger in and out of you.Â
âfuck, baby, youâre so tight.â heeseung graosnas his vision is completely taken over by the sight of his finger disappearing into your squishy walls. he wonders when was the last time youâve been fucked, heâs never seen you with any other guyâ or girl. but your pussy is so tight, he conjectured if his cock would fit or not.Â
heeseungâs fingers are much more long and slender than your own, letting him reach places youâve never been able to when you think about him late at night. he slips in a second finger alongside his middle finger, and they both start to massage the pad of your gspot. you slowly feel yourself start to reach your peak so you slip your own hand down to your clit.Â
heeseung groans at your actions, watching both of your hands work to make yourself feel so good. he feels himself get harder as your cries increase in volume. both of your hands are moving in sync, your hips are bucking up for more. heeseung wants to see you cum all over his fingers so bad.Â
âhee, fuckâ so close.âÂ
when heeseung slips in a third finger you know youâre about to cum any second, and so does heeseung. he feels your walls get even tighter some how and start to pulsate around his fingers. he canât take his eyes off of the scene in front of him. your fingers wet from rubbing such fast, small circles over your clit. and your juices slipping down his hand from his three fingers fucking inside of you.Â
âcâmon baby, cum for meâ i wanna see my good girl cum for me.â heeseung coaxes you to an orgasm. your eyes lock together as you hit your high. your body stills as your pussy starts to uncontrollably flutter around his fingers. your cries are mixed with his name, and soft grunts of praise from heeseung.Â
heeseung slows his pace to let you breathe from your climax. he carefully slips his fingers out of you, and you wince as your pussy tries to flail against nothing now, so spread open from his fingers.Â
you watch as heeseung insert his fingers into his mouth, watching to catch all your juices. his eyes close at your taste, his tongue pressing all over his fingers.Â
âheeseung,â you whine from you position on the bed.Â
he pops out his fingers as he looks at you, âwhat, baby?âÂ
âplease, fuck me. want your cock inside me.â
heeseung bites his lip as he leans over top of you, âyou sure you can handle that when youâre already so fucked out?âÂ
âyes, heeseung, i can, please.âÂ
heeseung laughs at you, his hand coming down to brush his thumb over your swollen lips, âyouâre so polite, baby. how could i say no to you?âÂ
you relax back onto the bed as you let heeseung pull down your dress and panties and toss them onto the floor. your bare body makes heeseung shiver at your beauty and he canât take his eyes off of you as he starts to take off his own pants.Â
heeseungâs hard, swollen cock springs up and hits his stomach. you canât help but marvel at it as you take it in. itâs definitely the prettiest cock youâve ever seen. the small veins that traces up his length to his red tip. drops of precum were already falling down his shaft, and it only made you want him inside of you more.Â
âuh,â heeseung suddenly sounds nervous as he looks at you, âdo you have a condom?â you shake your head no, âshit, beomgyu took my last ones.âÂ
you sit up, âthatâs ok, i mean. weâre both clean right?âÂ
âyeah, i am.âÂ
âand you can pull out?â you tease him gently.Â
heeseung rolls his eyes but smiles, âyes, y/n, i can pull out.âÂ
you try to contain your excitement as heeseung crawls on top of you. you position your legs so theyâre encircling his waist. he slowly rolls his hips forward, so the tip of his cock slides in between your pussy lips.Â
âfuck,â you let out quietly as his cocks slides so easily between your walls, filling you right up. your breathing is already staggered from the intrusion. youâre fighting for your eyes to stay on heeseungâs as the pleasure already feels too much.Â
you manage to watch as heeseungâs teeth are gritting against themselves and his eyebrows are knitted together. he tries to steady himself to ease you into the stretch his cock is giving you. but its hard when youâre so warm and soft, your walls feel like velvet to him.Â
when your whines start to pick up, so does heeseungâs pace. your perked nipples are rubbing against his chest with the motion of his hips and the bed.Â
âyou feel so big, hee, i love it so much.â you tell him genuinely. heeseung leans his head down to press his lips into yours. you try to kiss him back as best as you could.Â
your lips are wet and swollen when he pulls away, âyour pussyâs gripping me so tight, baby, never wanna pull out.â his cock is hitting your g spot everytime, and you can only loosely smile at him in response.Â
heeseung seems to understand you anyways, and starts thrusting into you faster. a loud moan escapes your lips and it mixes with the wet, squelching noises.Â
âfuck, listen to how wet you are.â heeseung tells you, his own eyes rolling to the back of his head. âf-feels, so good, baby.âÂ
your head is thrown deep into your mattress, feeling no control over the rest of your body as you let heeseung pleasure you. âi-i know.â you tell him honestly and breathlessly.Â
âwanted this for so long, and now this pussyâs mine, right baby?â his voice comes out in grunts as he matches his thrusts to his words.Â
you nod loosely, âall yours, hee. just yours.â your voice sounds nothing like it usually does, and it makes heeseungâs cock grow bigger inside of her. the thought that only him and his cock can make you so drunk turns him on so fucking much.Â
both of you can feel how sticky and wet it is where your bodies meet, and it only makes you lust after each other and your highs more. youâre both sweating and can see it drip down his line of abs that you want to lick so badly. theyâre strong and prominent from dancing and you canât help but reach out and drag your fingers down them lightlyâ so different from how hard and fast he is pounding into you.Â
heeseungâs grunts ring in your ear, and you mewl out to him to keep going.Â
âyeah? you like how i fuck you, baby? like how my cock streches you out?âÂ
you nod eagerly, knowing he understands just how youâre feeling. you moan with every thrust he gives you, whines that only edge heeseung to fuck you faster. he wants to hear every moan youâre able to give.Â
âs-so big,â is all you can tell him.Â
âyeah, think you can feel me in your stomach?â heeseung asks you, moving his hand from your thigh to press down on your lower abdomen. âfeel me right there, baby?âÂ
you cry out his name at the pressure. your hand moves to grip his wrist, âfuck me harder like that, please. i s- so close. please.â you beg him, tasting the climax on your tongue at this point.Â
heeseungâs hand lands on her throat, choking her as he starts to use all his force to fuck into you. your body is jolting the bed back and forth as heeseung pounds into you. your whines turn into sobs as you feel your orgasm hit you. your body stills and your lack of oxygen makes your head feel fuzzy as heeseung continues to fuck yu through your orgasm.Â
âthatâs it, cum on my cock like a good girl.â his voice is in your ear, praising you for squeezing your wet walls around him so good.Â
when your orgasm starts to fade and you enter a fuzzy state with your pupils blown out, all you can think of is how badly you want heeseungâs cum. so, with hooded eyes you wrap your arm around his neck so he can look right into your eyes.Â
âplease cum inside of me, hee. wanna feel your cum so bad.â you whine out to him, lips pouted just begging for him to kiss them. heeseung grunts before he does just that. smashing your lips together as he continues his thrusts of pounding into you.Â
âa-are you sure you want me to cum inside?â his voice is breathless when he speaks. heâs too focused on how your pussy is even wetter from your orgasm, and how he could just slip out any second.Â
âyes, hee, please. want you to make me pregant.â you speak before you could even think properly, âwant you to fuck a baby inside of me.âÂ
âh-holy shit.â heesung sputters out, surprised by how turned on your words got him. he never knew he had a breeding kinkâ and well, neither did you until now. âyou drive me so fucking crazy, baby.â your whimpers and moans encourage heeseung to continue. he swears heâs never been so turned on in his life. âg-gonna get your tummy so full, and swollen.â
heeseungâs pace doesnât let up until he reaches his peak. his hips still as he releases his cum inside of you, his body practically laying ontop of you as you make out. you feel his warm cum fill you up. you continue to makeout until you feel heeseungâs cock completely soften.Â
heeseungâs careful to pull out of you, not wanting to overstimulate you. even though heâs gentle, you still squirm as your pussy readjusts to not having his cock inside of you. both of you watch with eager, hooded eyes as his white, cum drains out of you and onto your thighs, making them more of a mess.Â
âjesus christ thatâs so hot,â heeseung mumbles to himself, choosing to ignore the twitch of his dick at the sight. you giggle at him as you relax back into your sapphire sheets. âiâll buy you plan b in the morning, i swear.âÂ
you shrug against your mattress, âi mean it wouldnât be the worse thing to have your baby.â heeseung stops pulling on his boxers as he looks at you with eyes. âsorry,â you cringe, âi think that was the orgasm bliss talking.âÂ
heeseung chuckles and leans back over your body from where he stands, âi wanna have a baby with you y/n, but maybe lets wait until weâve dated for more than an hour.âÂ
âoh, so weâre dating now?â you tease him, wiggling your eyebrows.Â
âuh, i mean, if you, if you want to. you can say no, but i uh,âÂ
âheeseung,â you place your hand over his mouth, âshut up. yes iâll date you.âÂ
heeseung rips your hand off of his mouth and jumps onto you, pressing his lips to yours quickly out of excitement. he starts to press random kisses all over your face and neck, listening to your laughs to tell him to stop, but he doesnât of course.Â
âiâm so happy.â he tells your seriously.Â
âme, too.â you smile, but then wince when you try to move your leg.Â
âshit, stay here, iâm gonna get something to clean your legs.â heeseung presses a kiss into your temple as he flies out your bedroom door and to your shared bathroom to wet a cloth.Â
without the boy in your bed, you easily fall asleep on your mattress. no worries on your shoulders for once as your breathing calms down. you drift off before heeseung can even come back. but, you know he will be.Â
the morning sun filtered through the curtains and onto your sleeping bodies wrapped in your sapphire sheets. you realize that your once naked body was no buttoned up in the black and white flannel you stole from heeseung all those months ago when he first moved in.Â
heeseungâs arm was wrapped around your core, pulling you into his chest as he continued to sleep. you watch him for a while, not believing that he was finally more than a roommate to you, more than, uh oh, your best friendâs older brother. suddenly, youâre filled with anxiety as you watch the peaceful boy sleep.Â
as if he could somehow sense your shift in mood, heeseungâs bambi eyes open and look at you. a soft smile on his lips once he realizes that youâre also awake and still wrapped in his arms. but, his smile drops when he catches the worry that is covering your face.Â
âwhat did we do last night?â you ask him, your eyes search his for help.Â
heeseung sighs, his morning voice comes out deep in your ear as he speaks, ânothing wrong, y/n.â his hand comes up and brushes your disshelved hair out of your face, âi like you, and you like me. you donât regret it do you?âÂ
you shake your head against your pillow, âno, i donât regret anything about it or you.â you admit to him, trying to hide the shy smile that plays on your lips for a second, âbut what are we going to tell hana, sheâs going to be so mad at me.âÂ
suddenly, just as the sleep was finally leaving your body, your bedroom door bursts open, and lee hana stood there, her arms crossed over her chest.Â
âshit,â heeseung grumbled as he looked at his sister.Â
âwell, well, well, look whoâs all cozy in y/nâs bed.â hanaâs voice is loud like usual as she speaks.Â
âhana!â you sit up on your elbows, âthis isnât what it looks like, i mean-.âÂ
hanaâs laugh cuts you off, ârelax y/n. jay and i totally fell asleep in heeseungâs bed last night and i think i heard your little⊠adventure.â she winks at you, âi knew you two would hit it off eventually.âÂ
âwhat were you guys doing in my bed?â heeseung asks, but his question goes unanswered.Â
âhana, i, i canât believe this.âÂ
hana chuckles and leaned against the doorframe, âwell i did warn you that heeseung would be a catch since heâs exactly like me.â she says with a mischievous gleam in her eye. ânow, i think you guys are gonna have to resign the lease together before itâs up.â
you and heeseung exchange amused glances, the thought obviously appealing to you. your worries that have been on your mind since the day you met heeseung have now finally, finally faded as hana accepts your relationship. the relationship hana somehow knew would happen before you did. it seemed like your life was taking an unexpected but perfect turn as you laughed and teased hana to go back to her own apartment for once.Â
you smile at heeseung, happy that heâs no longer just your roommate, or your best friendâs hot older brother, but heâs your boyfriend. youâre soulmate. your connection, grown through late movie nights, chinese takeout and stupid misunderstandings is strong, and wonderful.Â
and youâre so glad that lee hana moved out.Â
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âÂ·Ë àŒ * oh, my, my, my âÂ·Ë àŒ *
nhl masterlist !
pairings: quinn hughes x childhood friend!reader, jack hughes x platonic best friend!reader, quinn x artist!reader
warnings: angst and comfort, fluff
summary: you and quinn throughout the years, and how you fall in love <3
song: mary's song (oh my my my) by taylor swift
word count: 4.4 k
notes: I love lake quinn sm :)
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our daddies used to joke about the two of us, growing up and falling in love, our mamas smiled, and rolled their eyes
"oh, she's so tiny!" ellen cooes, cradling the little bundle of pink, "and she has your eyes, birdie."
your mother smiles at the nickname her college friend had given her freshman year, when a bird had pooped on her head during a girl's night out.
it stuck (literally), and almost 10 years later, as her best friend holds her babygirl, she's reminded of everything they'd been through together.
"congrats, man. the first girl in the family!" jim slaps your dad on the shoulder, the two men smiling at their wives.
"oh, she's just precious." you yawn, and all of the adults are reduced to an awwing mess.
quinn toddles over, chubby toddler legs still unsure. he lands on his butt half a foot away from ellen, who lifts him up with the hand that wasn't holding you.
"look, quinny."
quinn reaches out a finger towards you, and jim is about to chide him when your tiny little fist locks around it. his wide eyes widen even more. you gurgle happily at him, and for the first time in a while, he goes completely still, enraptured by the baby in front of him.
"oh." your father whispers.
"well, that's your son-in-law now," jim laughs.
"hey, don't count out jack! they're closer in age, after all."
your mom rolls her eyes, as ellen snorts, "let's not pre-write our kid's futures before they're five, please."
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i was seven and you were nine, i looked at you like the stars that shine
"y'know, birdie," ellen starts, "the boys might be right."
"no, they cannot eat four pb and j's and then go to the carnival-"
"no, not the little ones!", ellen laughs, "our husbands. they might be right."
"oh, that? the whole son-in-law thing?" your mom grins, as she watches luke chase after you with a worm.
the two women are silent and thoughtful as you - screaming at the top of your lungs - duck behind quinn, who sternly tells off his little brother. your sticky hands lace with his, naturally, albeit a bit awkward the way only kids can be.
you absolutely adore quinn. he's your protector, the one you turn to more often than not. jack is your best friend, and you remind her of that often. luke is your baby brother, the one you coddle and fuss over.
and the boys adore you just as much; jack plays pirates with you all day, Luke follows you like a puppy, and quinn...
he's staked a claim on you that makes your mom laugh, but worry a little when your older and you inevitably find someone who isn't him.
it never occurred to her that he might be the one.
"oh my god." your mom says as your dad walks in with jim.
"ha! see? I know I put money on my son for good reason." jim says gleefully, and quickly pipes down at ellen's dirty look.
"jack is also your son, man." your dad shakes his head.
"seriously? you guys made bets on the future love lives of your prepubescent kids?"
"birdie, it's just a joke!"
he eats his words as quinn leads you through the door. you're in tears, a nasty scrape on your knee. he's got your hand cradled in his.
ellen and your mom fawn over it, how brave you were, but all you could remember is how quinn held your hand the whole time.
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take me back when our world was one block wide, i dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried
when you're ten, you almost have your first kiss.
you're going through a phase, really, when all you would wear were your overall jean shorts, a big t-shirt and your red converses. you have little pen drawings all over your shoes and shorts.
now, when you look at the photos from back then, you cringe a little at how lanky and young you look.
you're with the boys at one of the neighbouring lake houses, a couple of other girls and a few guys too.
everyone there lived on the same block, so it was odd that you hadn't all hung out together before.
quinn can tell you're uncomfortable around the other guys, who are loud and frankly very obnoxious. even his 12-year-old self can tell.
he tells you that you can all leave and go get ice cream near the boardwalk, but you refuse. you're 10 already, you can handle a few new strangers.
somehow, spin the bottle is brought up and you find yourself sitting cross-legged as one of the older girls - who's kind and much more grown than you - tellsdyou how to spin the bottle.
your hands shake and the backs of your knees are slick with sweat, but you spin anyways. you want to seem cool and older too.
you watch the root beer bottled patter as it turns, the ting, ting sound dissonant with your thumping heart.
it lands on quinn.
your quinn who knows all of the words to the spider man movies, who gives the last popsicle to you and lets you tuck your feet under his thighs when you get cold.
this is a disaster, you think, because you don't know how to kiss! are you supposed to use your tongue? you almost gag at the thought.
quinn can see your very apparent panic, and the only thing on his mind was to make it of away.
he wants to hold your hand, but when you turned nine you had decided that boys had cooties, so you refused to touch him or his brothers.
"...we don't have to," he offers, scratching his neck. one of the boys boo, and you flush.
you shook your head, "i want to."
he smiles, shy and boyish and your heart goes into overdrive.
his face matches yours in colour as he scoots forward awkwardly, cupping your face the way he'd seen his dad do to his mom.
as he leans forward, you burst into tears. if you kiss him, and he's disgusted by your kissing skills - or lack thereof - he wouldn't be your quinn anymore.
you run out embarrassed, leaving quinn's hand outstretched and the older girl from earlier confused and worried.
you think that you had ruined it all, but later that night when quinn offers to take you to get ice cream and lets you get two scoops, you know nothing can tear the two of you apart.
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take me back to the creek beds we turned up, two A.M. riding in your truck and all I need is you next to me
the year quinn turned 16, he gets his boating and drivers license.
when the first real day of summer - he doesn't count the days until he sees you and the lake house again - starts and he finds you making eggs and bacon in the kitchen, he gives you an offer.
"hey, chickie." he tugs playfully at the string of your apron. jim had given you that nickname because of your mom's. chickie, like a baby bird. jack liked to call you chicklet, and Luke followed suit.
the adults think you've outgrown that name, and only call you chickie sporadically.
it's become special for you and quinn, sacred even,
"hi, quinny." you answer in the same tone, swatting him with the spatula in your hand.
"give me a piece of bacon and i'll take you out onto the water. i'll even let you drive a bit when we're far out." he murmurs as you turn the stove off.
"really?" you squeal, and he winces jokingly.
"yes, yes! finally!" you throw yourself at him, letting the older boy catch you around the waist. he grins into your hair, his cheek muscles unused by the seasons without you.
"okay, kid. pipe down. where's my bacon?" he grumbles, but he smiles when you turn around to fix him a whole plate.
you forget in all of your excitement that he doesn't even like bacon.
it's pathetic, really, but he missed you. he still does even though you're less than a foot away from him, salting your scrambled eggs.
he finishes his food faster than you do, and leaves to set up the boat with your promises that you would hurry.
he's excited; he hasn't seen you since christmas, and then, he had to share you with jack and luke and his parents too.
that year, you and jack had become decidedly closer, and quinn knows he has to establish that boat time was for you and him only.
so when jack and luke both follow you onto the boat, whooping and screaming, he's pissed.
and on top of that, he has to drive the boat while you and jack banter and threaten to shove each other off of the moving vessel.
it wasn't fair: you're his person. you guys did gas station runs together, you always looked at him with sad puppy eyes when you were cold.
he'd always grumbled and give you his sweatshirt when you refused to bring a jacket and ended up shivering. you always begged to braid his hair when the sun was at it's highest and there was nothing to do.
so yeah, excuse him if he was mad that your time together was interrupted by jack and luke of all people.
so when you walk up to him, hair messy and wearing nothing but your bathing suit and one of his old hockey jerseys, he tries his best to ignore you.
"quinny!" you exclaim, nudging his shoulder, and once more when he doesn't answer.
he glances quickly at you, but one look is enough to make his chest squeeze in that way that it started to do since last summer.
you had always been beautiful, but you were starting to be seriously gorgeous.
your hair is windblown, skin tanned and freckled with eyes bright from the sheer novelty of it being summer again.
you'd started to fill out more; the tiny bikinis you - and he - loved made something hot tug in his lower stomach.
tucking your hand into the crook of his elbow in the way that always makes him soften like butter, "I thought you were gonna let me drive!"
"ask jack to teach you," he snarks, and regrets it immediately at the hurt on your face.
his chest tightens, like someone has taken the hurt on your features and shoved it between his rib cage so he couldn't breathe.
the two of you don't talk for the rest of the day.
quinn feels like an asshole, and he really doesn't like how you refuse to sit in your normal spot next to him during movie night, instead opting to tuck yourself between the edge of the couch and luke.
and the salt on the wound was when you don't laugh at the stupid jokes he makes for you, especially.
his mom asks him what he had done when he goes to get more popcorn in the kitchen.
"what? why did you automatically assume I didn't something?" he asked, offended.
"because, that girl sticks to you like a magnet," ellen smooths his temple, "and because no one makes you smile and talk like she does. you've been silent all day."
the next night, he shows up at the door of your room in the lake house your two families shared.
he knocks, and pokes his head in, "chickie?
you're at your table, drawing again like you always were.
he keeps the little sketch of him you made last summer in his wallet, tucked under the picture of all of the hughes boys and you.
you ignore him, and he flops on your bed. the floral sheets your mom bought when you were 11 smells like you. he tries not to be creepy and inhale - at least too noticeably.
"gas station run?" he asks.
you finally spare him a glance, "quinny, it's past one o'clock, and it'll take at least 20 minuted to get there."
"please? I really want chips."
you sigh, ever the martyr, and agree. neither of you mention how the hughes stock up enough snacks to last at least 2 months the beginning of every summer.
the battle of who cracks first kept on, until finally, on the way back from the gas station, quinn sighs, "I'm sorry.
you frown, clearly not impressed, "I don't even know why you're sorry."
"god, this is embarrassing-"
"quintin, i swear-"
"i wanted the boat ride to be just us two!" he exclaims loudly.
there was a beat of silence, only the chirp of crickets that crept in the tall grass you could hear through the open windows of jim's truck.
the light on the radio shined, 1:59 AM.
"what?" you ask, a little confused and very much flustered.
"i missed you, chickie, and jack is always monopolizing your time! you're my person and-"
"are you jealous?"
"what?"
"oh my god, you are! you're jealous!"
"no!" he splutters, grateful that it's pitch black outside, because he can feel his ears heating up.
you laugh, tugging at one of his curls, as he grumbles something about not letting you eat any of his salt and vinegar chips.
"quinny?" you ask a little while later, when he's pulling back into the drive way, "y'know that you're my person too, right?"
you look soft and sleepy, under the light of the car, in one of his hoodies and sleep shorts.
he swears he turns into liquid in the drivers seat.
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well, i was sixteen when suddenly, i wasn't that little girl you used to see
"I wouldn't worry about that, chicklet." jack throws his arm around you, and you roll your eyes at the many girls starting to glare at you.
"I don't know what you're talking about." except you do.
there's a girl flirting with quinn, and she's pretty. she's got tattoos on her arms, and she's tall, almost tall at him.
you take a break from the self-deprecating comparison between yourself and her to admire quinn for one second.
he's gotten so tall and broad, all the signs of boyhood gone, except when he smiles that special smile for you. the one when his eyes get all squinty and he bares all of his pretty teeth.
your heart twists, because he hasn't smiled at you like that all summer.
you don't know what you did wrong. maybe he's outgrowing you. he'll be a college man next fall, and you're still in high school.
he's got the whole world in front of him, and well, you couldn't blame him if he didn't want to settle for you.
you realize your feelings for him the beginning of the summer.
or you uncover them, because if you're honest, they've always been there.
and right now, you're wearing your heart on your sleeve, because he looks so handsome in a tight black t-shirt and shorts, a backwards cap on his curls.
his biceps look huge, and between the teenage hormones and the two shots in your system, you want to climb him like a tree.
the more romantic side of you wished you had your charcoal and parchment, so you can copy down his likeness for when your old and greying and you can't remember how he looks illuminated by the moon and bonfire.
"yeah, sure. you're clueless." jack snorts, and he makes his way to the drink table at the party you're at.
you pass by Luke, who's preoccupied by a girl way too old for him, and go sit closer to the fire.
you're mad.
you're mad because you've dressed up real cute, in a tiny black tube top and denim shorts.
you're mad because your hair is curled the way quinn likes it.
you know that for a fact because every time it looks like that, he comes up behind you to wind his fingers through a strand. it was a hassle, and he won't even look at you.
"what's a pretty girl like you doing alone?"
it's a boy with mussed, brown hair and a nice smile.
he's cute. peter, or pierre, he introduces himself. he reminds you a bit of the boyfriend you had first semester of sophomore year.
you've had boyfriends, and quinn has had his relationships, but summer was sacred.
that's why you felt ill when you flirted with him, not because quinn was a mere 20 feet away, starting to glance over and frown.
quinn has always been a jealous motherfucker; you'd give it 5 minutes before he comes over.
you try not to gloat when he comes over in 2.
"hey, chickie. time to go." he tells you, taking you cup and winding an arm around your waist.
you roll your eyes, pushing him off, "no, I'm good here,"
quinn crosses his arms and puffs out his chest, biceps flexing in front of you.
the boy smiles - you've already forgotten his name, something p - and shrugs at quinn.
he's mad now, you can tell, but you wrap you're fingers around the other boy's elbow to egg him on.
"oh, for- that's it. c'mon."
suddenly, your feet are swept out from under you, and you're thrown over his shoulder.
you frown, realizing that you're in the air.
"hey!" you protest weakly as people turn to look at you. quinn continues his trudge all the way to where he's parked his dad's truck and dumps you on the hood like you weigh nothing.
"what are you doing?" he asks, eyes dark, "that guy is no good-"
"no! what are you doing?" all of your frustration pools in your throat, and embarrassing tears are starting to prick at your eyes.
"you won't even look at me all summer, you're flirting with some girl and you get mad at me? you're being such-"
he shakes his head, looking as exasperated as you feel.
"do you know how hard it is-" he breathes out shakily, "how difficult it is to control myself around you?"
"what?" you ask, heart beating in your ears, "what?"
"i have been in love with you since i was 12, chickie." his tone is begging, and so are his eyes.
he looks pained, and you want to relieve it so, so badly. but he still won't touch you. he's hovering away from you, like he has for the past month.
"i love you, and you see me nothing more than a brother, like how you see jack. and it hurts, here," he rubs the heel of his palm between his ribs, "to know that you'll never want me the same way."
"quinn-"
"no, let me talk. I've spent the past 6 years pining after you. I've tried to move on, but all...nothing compares to you. I want you so bad, chickie, but..." he turns from you, head in his hands.
now, if you weren't like 3 beers and 2 shots deep, you would realize that he can't really go anywhere because you're quite literally on the top of his car.
but drunk you is clearly a dumbass, because you think he's trying to leave. so you tell him what's actually on your mind.
"i love you!" you blurt out.
he turns slowly, "what?"
"i love you too. i thought you didn't want me because you're leaving for college, but i want you so bad, please-"
the next thing you know, he's between your legs, so warm and solid, pulling you in by your cheek like during that spin the bottle game 6 years ago.
you let him kiss you for real this time, you let him push up your shorts to feel more of your skin, you let him lick into your mouth.
he pulls away, and you whine, tugging him in again.
he laughs, which makes you laugh in turn, and you slide down the hood as you giggle. he catches you, because he always does.
"i love you." you tell him, and he flushes, nuzzling into your neck.
"say it again," he demands, just because he can.
"i love you, my quinny." you coo, and he wants to crawl into your skin and settle there forever.
"i love you too, chickie."
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oh, my, my, my
"told you so." Jim tells the rest of the parents.
the four of them - the weirdos - are on the second floor, leaning on the bannister as you make breakfast with quinn.
well, you make breakfast and he's distracting you.
he's got his arms wrapped around your shoulders from the back, and the two of you waddle like a pair of penguins around the kitchen gathering ingredients for pancakes.
you're giggling, and he's got a half-smile on his face.
you look so happy together than ellen and your mom are ignoring jim's gloating.
they are even kind enough to ignore the exchange of money between the two men, after all, your dad had bet on jack and lost.
"i can't wait for their wedding."
"hold on, now!"
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a few years had gone and come around, we were sitting at our favorite spot in town and you looked at me, got down on one knee
you're on Quinn's lap, content and warm. the two of you had gotten up to watch the sunrise, first day of the summer at the lake house.
it's nice to have everyone in one place again, the two of you coming from vancouver, the boys from new jersey.
the past couple of years had been hard; a year or two long distance, until you went to study architecture at UBC after quinn had been drafted.
this year, 24 and 22, you finally get some rest and the promise of settling down more.
quinn's captain, and you have a good job that lets you work remote and do what you love.
and more importantly, the two of you are always together.
"babe?" quinn asks, running a hand down your arms, "c'mon, let's go to the dock?"
you don't protest, just happy to be at your childhood lake house.
he leads you there, like he always does.
"pretty." you stare out at the water, orange and pink sky meeting in the still horizon.
"yeah." quinn gives you a smile, rare for anyone else.
but he has always smiled for you, and you greedily hoard them in your memories.
"got something to show you," he pulls his wallet out, the two pictures in the clear flaps catch your eye.
one is a polaroid of you and your boys. quinn is 15, jack is 14, you're 13 and luke is 11. all of you are lanky and awkward, wrapped around each other and grinning ear to ear.
the other is also a polaroid, taken by ellen a year or two ago, when all of your parents came to visit your Vancouver apartment.
quinn's arm is around your shoulders and you're clinging to his side, one hand curled around his waist and the other on his chest. you're smiling at the camera, and quinn is smiling at you.
"cute," you tell him, but he digs a finger into the little pocket.
"fuck," he swears when whatever he's looking for doesn't come out.
"here, let me," you offer. you retrieve a piece of thick parchment with your smaller hands.
it's a sketch of quinn you did when you were in your early teens.
it's not great, you have to admit. the lines aren't smooth like how you sketch now, but the ink and paper is in pristine condition.
"quinn...you kept this?" you ask softly, oddly emotional.
when you look at him, he has a weird look on his face. he scratches his neck.
you stare at each other for a moment, the familiarity of your love almost stifling in the cool morning air.
and then he drops down on one knee.
you start crying, immediately.
that sets him off, and the two of you are blubbering as he tries to get through the speech he wrote in his notes 7 months ago after he got the ring and you were in the shower.
he tells you he loves you, how he's never going to leave you, that you're going to build a life together, just like how you've done everything together since you were kids.
you believe him, because your quinn is nothing if not earnest and steady.
you let him slip the simple ring onto your finger, and he lifts you up into strong arms to kiss you.
you're so deliriously happy that your teeth clash with his in a smiling kiss.
your families cheers from the porch, and you laugh, watery and heart full.
jack runs up first, swinging you around and clapping his hand down on quinn's shoulder.
Luke kisses your cheek and hugs his older brother, as ellen and your mom hug you together.
jim wraps his arms around you, pressing his lips to your forehead, "thanks for helping me win the bet, chickie." you chuckle, reaching for your dad next.
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take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle, our whole town came and our mamas cried, you said I do and I did too
the wedding takes place a year later, in a small winery near the house, because ellen and your mom refused to let you have the wedding on the dock.
this was your compromise, because it's a small affair.
your dad walks you down the aisle to quinn. you're smiling, like there's a hanger in your mouth because you're just so happy.
he cries when he sees you, and so do the other hughes boys.
you hear your mom and ellen, tears meeting shaky smiles on their faces.
your own college friend, your birdie, fixes your veil and holds your bouquet.
sweet promises are exchanged in your vows, and when you have your first kiss as mr. and mrs. hughes, all of your loved ones cheer.
quinn sweeps you off your feet and bridal carries you to a change room so you can switch into your reception dress.
he sees you later as jack, who volunteered to be the mc, announces you guys as mr. and mrs. hughes.
quinn's eyes are hot and dark as he sees your smooth skin under white lace, and whispers something into the shell of your ear that makes you pink.
you dance together, with his brothers and his dad, with your own too.
but the last dance is saved for the two of you.
"i can't wait to grow old with you, chickie." he whispers romantically.
"you'd make such a cute old man," you tell him, and he rolls his eyes.
you laugh, and so does he.
forever sounds real good to you.
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I just want to feel
Pairing: Colby Brock x Fem!best friend!reader
Summary: your best friends, Sam and Colby, ask you to be in one of their Q&A videos, but thereâs alcohol involved⊠a lot of it.
Warning(s): SMUT! Mature Language, mature themes, kissing, alcohol, unprotected p in v, Friends to lovers trope :)), choking etc.
This is a long writing so Iâm sorry for mistakes!
âAre you sure I should be in the video? I mean, your fans barely know about meâ You ask for a final time as Sam leads you to the living room, his recording camera already set up in front of the couch where Colby had been sitting. The two of them were wearing all black so you did too, a black off the shoulder sweater that was old. It was one of the main things youâd leave at Sam and Colbyâs in case you ever crashed for the night.
While most people would kill to be in their videos, you never really saw the point. You were somewhat camera shy and a complete nobody. Why would anyone care to see you on the screen? Not to mention all the random internet ships that come with it all. You grew up with Sam, which means you ultimately grew up with Colby as soon as they met. You were only a teenager and now that your adults, you stay at theirs from time to time when your out with friends and get wasted at a party.
Colby would always come and get you from them.
âOur fans will love you. Just be honest and chill, okay?â Sam nods toward Colby and you walk past him to sit next to the dark haired boy, his strong cologne filling your nose.
âDonât be nervous, at least we have alcoholâ Colbyâs comment made a small laugh escape from your lips, and you shook your head at his playful smirk. He was right. Alcohol always calmed you down and made your anxiety a little bit less of what it usually was.
You watch the blonde lean forward to turn on the camera and Colby does the same, although you sit back and watch them do their intro. Youâd only been in a few other videos of thereâs as a small guest but they always made it known to their fans who you were. After all, you all basically started off nobodyâs together.
You remember the last morning you had left for school with Sam in freshman year. It was the last day youâd left alone with him for the rest of high school. Your parents were close to each other so you and Sam had practically known each other for most of your lives, but that day, when he met Colby, it wasnât just the two of you anymore.
The three of you would take the bus together every morning and walk home every afternoon, spending almost every second in between still with one another. It was perfect. Your group was so refreshing, it felt so right.
Your first argument was when you were in junior year, at a party you knew you shouldnât of been at.
At the time, youâd been talking to this senior, James. He was the captain of your schools swim team and fairly muscular for his 17 years of age. That night at the party was the first time youâd really done anything, he kept handing you shots and like an idiot, you took them. Looking back on it now, you know it couldâve been avoided, but you also trusted the boy you liked. You truly wanted to just fit in with his friends.
That was until he tried to to undo your crochet top in the middle of the dance floor, whispering dirty nothings into your ear that made you feel disgusting.
When you told him off, he got angry with you, grabbing your arm and trying to pull you away so he could get you alone. People were starting to stare and you were starting to get embarrassed, like you were some random slut heâd been taking upstairs.
But then he was ripped away from you, and in only a matter of seconds, Samâs hand was laid on the small of your back, checking you for bruises the boy mightâve given you. He was trying to talk to you, but you couldnât tear your eyes away from the chaos on the floor.
âColby, get off of him!â You scream, noticing the blood coming from Jamesâs face. Colby was on top of him, punching him the hardest youâd ever seen anyone punch, not sparing him anything. Sam held you back when you tried to get close, they saw what he did to you and there was no way in hell theyâd let it slide.
The sound of police sirens fill the street and everyone is quickly running out of the house, and finally Colby stands up. He wipes his now busted lip before looking back at his two friends, but you couldnât take your eyes off the bloody mess laid on the floor.
You hated blood.
âY/N-â you push yourself off Sam and past Colby, looking out the window to watch the police cars pull in front of the house. It looked like a murder scene, and you were so in shock you couldnât even think straight. âY/N, we have to goâ Colby tries to grab your arm but you quickly pull it away, and now heâs able to see the tears streaming down your cheeks.
âGet out of here!â You can hear the officers radio the closer they get, and all you could think about was getting Sam and Colby out of there. âGo! Please just go!â Your pleading words make it almost impossible to not listen, and with only a few more seconds, your friends were gone.
That was the day you realized the severity of your friendshipâ or at least you and Colbyâs friendship. The fact that all of you would do anything for each other, whether that was beating up an abuser, or putting your life on the line for the other person.
Ever since then, you and Colby had this undeniable tension between the two of you. It was weird, like something you couldnât figure out. It was only made purely visible that night.
Youâd never even kissed Colby, but youâd be lying if you said you didnât think about it sometimes. Your usually able to hide it, your desire for the boy, except when your at parties.
Whenever you drink, itâs like everything has to come out the way you think it. Nothing like liquid courage, huh? Thatâs the exact reason you didnât want to do the video.
You never stopped thinking about that night.
âY/N?â You blinked at the touch against your arm, and Colby was looking at you with a slight confusion on his face. âYou okay?â You notice the cameraâs recording light and nod, sitting up with a smile. âI think itâs time to get drunk, huh?â He nudged you and you nod with a laugh âfirst question!â
One of your other friends was there reading the questions for you, and even though you thought youâd start off light, she did not give you a break.
âWhatâs the worst doing the dirty experience youâve had?â Sam and Colby stare at each other for a second until one of them laughs, shaking their head with the dumbest response. Sam, of course makes a joke out of it but Colby has no shame in what he says, as always.
âOne time I had a girl use a lot of teeth, and uh⊠we never talked again. It was very awkwardâ Sam hisses at the statement, which makes you laugh too. âWhat about you, Y/N?â Colby turns to you and your face almost turns red from the sudden eyes on you. Everyone in the room and the camera was waiting on you now.
âUh⊠I guess the last time I was talking to a guy. I had to fake the whole thing and he finished quick so it just felt so awkward and it was silent the rest of the nightâ Colby and Sam raise their eyebrows at you but are laughing at the same time. They knew who you were talking about.
âColby, why do you post with girls on social media and never tell the fans whatâs going on?â The question takes all of you by surprise and Colbyâs eyes go wide. That was exactly what happened with you and why you didnât want to be on the channel that much anymore.
âUmmâŠâ He laughs nervously, looking over at you for a split second. âBecause sometimes, I donât know whatâs going on, alright? Iâm just posting the post and maybe it turns into something or maybe it doesnât?â
âItâs not like their your girlfriendâ Sam interjects and Colby nods agreeably.
âLetâs just say if I had a girlfriend, you guys would knowâ After you guys are done with that question, your kind of sitting back and watching the two answer at that point. Except they had to drink once so you did too, now you were all one shot in.
âColby, why do you have a pair of handcuffs in your room?â Everyoneâs face is in shock in the room as they look at Colby, waiting for his answer. He laughs nervously again, looking over at same with wide eyes before sitting up.
âI uh⊠you know I-â
âMight have to drink on that one, huh?â You tease and he rolls his eyes at your words with a laugh, closing the alcohol bottle he was about to open.
âNo, no. I um⊠I use them for personal fun. Yeah, thatâs-â
âWhat the fuck does that meanâ You and Sam burst out laughing but your friend shakes her head. âJudge says no. Drink!â Sam hands him the bottle and Colbyâs face is now turning a slight red. A tint only you could see because of how close you were.
âIâve used them for sexual funâ He says just as heâs about to pour the shot, but your friend rolls her eyes and nods that he doesnât have to drink.
âThat was luckâ Colby nudges your arm and shrugs, that annoying smirk of his only making you laugh.
âName two dirty kinks you haveâ The girl reads and all three of you are wide eyeing the camera. Sam curses under his breath and Colby is still in shock. It was still so early in the game, already?
âWait, Iâm not answering that. I already said one, right?â Sam agrees to Colby but the judge shakes her head. âJust one more then? I already day said one!â
âYou go first, Y/Nâ Sam cuts off his clearly pressured friend and they both turn to you, but your face is an even deeper red then Colbyâs now.
âUm⊠I donâtâI mean itâs been a long time so I donât really knowâŠâ
âOh come on, Everyone has themâ Colby teases and you glare at him, letting out a sigh as you sat back on the couch.
Apart of you was afraid to tell them, because youâd never really been that open with them about sexual preferences. Sam wasnât the one you were worried about, him and Katrina were perfectly locked in with each other and you knew whatever you said didnât matter.
But with Colby, there was always this unspoken tension between the two of you. One you tried to ignore but always failed terribly when youâd see him make out with another girl. You were afraid heâd see right through you if you answered the question, and if there was one thing you couldnât ignore,
It was the way heâd look at you.
âI think⊠I think choking is attractive, but like not too aggressively, you know?â
âSo your submissive?â Colbyâs words go through your ear and straight down. He was clearly trying to get to you with that question, and there it was again.
The tension between the two of you.
âSometimesâ You try to cover it up but you can feel his eyes piercing right through you, his smirk showing the small of his pearly white teeth that always made you blush. âWhat about you then, hmm? Mr. Talk shitâ You push his face and the two of them laugh, but Colby is no longer embarrassed to say it.
âI like to be Dominantâ He says to the camera and Sam blows air from his mouth, shake his head in disbelief. Colby isnât looking at you on purpose. Oh god, this wasnât how it was supposed to go.
You lean back on the couch, scratching your nose to try and hide your burning hot cheeks from everyoneâs eyes. It was like he was doing it on purpose. He was so clearly teasing you.
And you wished it wasnât working, but itâs been so long that itâs impossible for your stomach not to twist into multiple knots.
Or at least thatâs the excuse you gave yourself.
After many more questions and many more drinks, the alcohol started to take a toll on all three of you already. You had only had three shots and even the camera was hard to focus on. Sam and Colbyâs eyes had been getting red but yours were harder to see because of your eyelashes.
âWho do you think is the most attractive clubhouse member besides Katâ Colby and your own eyes go wide and you both stare at Sam. Obviously he couldnât answer that, but neither could you, right?
âNone! Sorry, gotta drink to that. Canât answer cause it ainât trueâ Sam sasses the camera while opening the bottle. Colby laughs, both of you applaudinïżŒg your friend.
âYeah, Iâm gonna drink to that one as wellâ Colby reaches down to grab the other bottle from the floor, pouring it into his shot glass. âI canât answer that, but I do have someone in mindâ he cheers to the camera and his words alone make your stomach twist once again. It definitely wasnât you, but saying something like that⊠after the other questions..
âWhat about you, Y/N?â The girl asks as the boys down their own shots. She raises an eyebrow, âmight as well give us something here, right?â As much as you wanted to decline and run away embarrassed, you could feel the liquid courage increasing.
The way everyone looked at you, they all knew who it was. You leaned back with a huff, you could feel Colbyâs eyes on you the entire time you were stalling, but when you looked at him, his eyes pierced through you.
âI think⊠I think Iâll drink tooâ Sam and Colby boo at you when you pour the shot. You couldnât do it. He didnât either so that must mean he doesnât⊠feel the same, Right?
âI canât even see the camera anymore, dudeâ Sam laughs at Colbyâs words. Sam has more shots then the two of you so youâd imagine heâd be the one saying it, but of course it was Colby.
Maybe thatâs why he was looking at you like that..
Towards the end of the video, all three of you were pretty drunk. Sam was the least, you were in the middle, and Colby⊠Jesus. Colby was so drunk.
âFuck, manâ Colby lays his head on the end table for just a second, you could tell his head was spinning. You rub his back, his body temperature is very warm. You look over to Sam and nod toward the camera, and Sam immediately understands.
âMaybe we should take a small break?â
âWhere are you going?â You ask Sam, watching him put on his jacket and grab his keys. You finished the video about 30 minutes ago and Colby was on the couch watching tv, while you had just changed into night clothes which really were only comfy shorts and a crop top like usual.
âI have to go stay at Katâs tonight. Weâre heading to her parents tomorrow morningâ You hum, pouring a glass of water for yourself and one for Colby. You had forgotten Sam was going away for a few days. âTry not to have too much fun while Iâm goneâ You stop and look at him with slightly furrowed brows, but heâs just raising his eyebrows with a shrug, leaving you with the confusion of his statement.
He doesnât⊠he canât know, right? You werenât that obvious.
âWater?â Your voice is enough to catch Colbyâs attention from the tv. He was watching some random scary movie it looked like but youâd never seen it so you werenât completely sure. You hand him the water and take a seat next to him, leaving a gap between the two of you. You had thought the tension would be gone by now but it clearly wasnât, you could only hope it was just your overthinking.
âWhatâs up with you? You were being weird the whole videoâ His question makes you somewhat relieved. Maybe he didnât suspect anything, maybe it really was all just in your own headâbut how were you meant to explain you couldnât focus because of how badly you wanted him. Even now, he was leaned back on the couch, his hair messy from running his hands through it and his tattoos on full display for you to look at. Jesus, it felt like torture.
Why did you have to get drunk?
âI just didnât feel goodâ You shrug, looking over at the tv and tilting the glass of water toward your lips. You can feel his eyes on you, waiting for you to give him a real answer but he doesnât push you. He only takes a sip of his water, turning back to the movie.
âAre you going home tonight?â You glance at the clock, itâs already 11. Should you? You have a room here, you didnât really need to.
But did he want you to?
âI was planning on staying but if you donât want me to-â
âI want you to stayâ Your stomach twists, with excitement and somewhat nervousness at the same time. He was being direct but he wasnât even looking at you. You wanted to stay and watch the movie with him, but the more you looked at him, the more the drunken side of you just wanted to kiss him.
You wanted him.
âCome hereâ You hesitate for a few seconds before placing your drink back on the glass table in front of you, moving to sit closer to the boy. His arm was laid on the back of the couch and he opens the blanket heâd been using to you. He wanted you close.
Your practically curled next to him by the middle of the movie, head laid in the crook of his neck and your legs sitting on top of his own. Not much had been said all movie, but Colby was getting more and more touchy as it went on.
His fingers traced shapes on your bare legs under the blanket, the cold metal of his rings sometimes brushing against your skin. He made it seem so normal, like it was an every day thing the two of you did together.
But this only made you so much hornier.
His scent radiates from his neck, and it was almost as if you wanted to kiss his neck right then and there. It was so alluringâHe was so alluring to you.
And he knew it.
âDo you want to tell me why you were really acting weird today?â He asks again, looking down at the tent his hand made under the blanket while he caressed your leg.
You bite your bottom lip, looking at the blanket as well. You could feel the tingling feeling between your legs as his hand touched you farther, as if he had been testing the waters before actually saying anything.
âColbyâŠâ You canât help but pull your legs even closer together, and that alone is all he needed to tell him how you felt. âNot everything needs an explanation. Itâs just⊠complicatedâ
âComplicated, huh?â He hums sarcastically, in a knowing form. You bite your lip as you watch him rub his temple, frustration radiating off of him. âYou know, For the longest time, I tried to let this whole thing go out of respect for you, Y/Nâ He mumbled, his voice low and husky with passion. God, he sounded so hot. Even if he was upset, you just couldnât help yourself. âI always thought it would be you and Samâ He lets out a huffed chuckle, still keeping his eyes on his lap. âBut I want it to be meâ
What?
No. He isnât⊠he doesnât mean what you think, right? Colby Brock isnât confessing his feelings for you, right?
âColby, whatâs wrong with you?â His body tenses when you ask that stupid question. Whatâs wrong with him? Like you didnât know.
âWhatâs wrong with me? What about you?â He finally turns his head to look at you, his drunken, sad and very horny eyes staring lasers into yours. âYou canât seriously sit here and believe yourself when you ask me that questionâ You couldnât think. You didnât even move for awhile because of your lack of words or thoughts for that matter. You wanted to give in, but you were also so terrified of if it wasnât real.
âColby, Iâm not the person you want. Trust me, you will figure that out soon enoughâ He scoffs as you get off the couch, trying to at least relieve some of the tension between the two of you. Colby was so tired of waiting, but you were just too scared.
âHow do you know what I want? Youâve barely spoke to me the past few weeks!â The boy calls after you when your walking away from the couch, his voice only makes you stop. âYouâve been weird for weeks, Y/N. Donât ask me whatâs wrong with me when you canât even tell me how you feelâ
âColby, I donât know how I feel!â You turn around with frustration, staring at the back of his head. He was still sat on the couch, and part of you hoped he stayed thereâbut another part wanted him to go after you. âI havenât just been distant because of you-â
âThatâs such bullshit and you know itâ He stands, turning to look at you. You were far too drunk for this. You could feel the unnecessary tears already filling your eyes, you didnât want to argue with him. âLook me in my eyes and tell me thatâthen Iâll let it goâ
âCan we please just talk about this tomorrow-â
âYou know what I think? I think your just scared of feeling weak. Your scared of letting someone in, Y/N. And the past few weeks weâve been getting closer than before, thatâs why your distant now. Thatâs your biggest weaknessâ Colby scoffs, grabbing his jacket off the couch and slipping it on with ease. You furrow your eyebrows as he walks toward you, and past you.
You grab his arm, âColby, your drunk. Donât go out, Pleaseâ heâs avoiding your eyes but you can see the chisel on his jaw, clenching with what you thought had been anger. âI donât know how to do this, Colby. I⊠I canât even bring myself to say the words I want to say to youâ He tears his arm away from you, snatching his keys from the countertop. No. You couldnât let it end like thatânot when you have so much to say. âOkay, fine!â
âYou want the truth, Colby? For years all I felt for you for you, all in silence because I didnât want to ruin our friendship with Sam and Each other. I watched you with other girls since we were juniors! I couldnât stand you, but yet I also couldnât stand to be without you. Everywhere I go, I always want you with meâand when iâd see you with other girls, it would make me feel stupid, like my feelings meant nothing to you even if you didnât knowâ
âHow was I supposed to tell you that? How was I supposed to tell you that even after everything thatâs happened, I still canât stop loving you!â Your confession slips like words of anger said in an heated argument. Colby still wasnât looking at you, which only made your heart ache even worse. You just poured your heart out to himâcouldnât he at least look at you?
âWhen you got put in the hospital during senior year, I was there every fucking second with you! I cried, Colby! I was a mess for days, and Sam was the one who had to juggle the two of us!â You remembered that day like it was yesterday. The day youâd gotten into a huge argument with Sam about your feelings for Colby. Sam always knew of both your feelings, but he didnât say anything to the other. If you were going to admit, it had to be to each other. âIâm usually so good at hiding how I feel, but Iâm getting so tired of it. The Same repeating cycle I just-â
âWhy didnât you just tell me, Y/N. Why didnât you-â
âAre you serious? After all those talks we had about you not caring for a relationship and not wanting a future with someone? You were practically telling me no! I wanted to tell you but then you started going to parties more and kissing girls and-â
âY/Nâ
âIt hurt me, Colby. Thatâs why I didnât tell you. It would physically hurt my chest to see you kiss another girl after flirting with me for DAYS. You played with my head and I know I played with yours too but-â
âY/N, Iâm-â
âNo matter how hard I try or how many guys I find, thereâs nothing for me. I canât⊠I canât move past you and it fucking sucksâ You hadnât even realized he moved until you were done talking. He was close nowâclose enough to hear his breathing if youâd been quiet enough. Your heart shatters with every passing moment thatâs goes silent. You knew you couldnât be the same after this, so you begged in your mind for him to say something.
Only he didnât say anything, and for a moment you actually thought heâd leave you there alone.
But you two were meant to love each other, Remember?
A silent moan escapes your mouth as he crashes his lips into your own, the sound muffled by his. The kiss is filled with so much passion it could make oneâs heart explode if you werenât too careful, it felt like the two of you had been waiting years to do this.
Which you were.
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After the first kiss, the two of you didnât waste any time. Colby pulled you up, your legs wrapping around him as you continued to make out with the dark haired boy. His large hands cupped your ass, and soon enough you felt your back hit the cold wall. One of your hands were laid on the side of his neck while the other held the back of his hair, tugging on it slightly.
It had only been a few seconds ago you were sitting watching a movieâhow in the hell did you both get here so quick?
He carried you to the couch, sitting down so you could straddle his lap instead of holding yourself up against his waist.
His hands release your ass and move up your back, slipping under your shirt to unclip your bra.
Colby smirks against your lips and removes his hand from your shirt, lifting your chin to pull away from the kiss. âDirty girlâ You hum as his lips attach to your neck, his comment making you all the more wet then you already were. You didnât put a bra onâand Colby seemed to have really liked that you didnât. âYou make such pretty soundsâwish I couldâve heard them soonerâ
You can feel the hardness under you, and the more you grind on him, the more you can feel his grip on you tighten. It didnât hurtâit just turned you on even more.
âColby, Pleaseâ You plead breathlessly. You wanted him to do more then just kiss your neck. You wanted him to take you to his room, to do everything heâd do to someone else. âYou donât have to be gentle with meâ you tug his hair gently, meeting his lust filled eyes. You were desperate for him and you didnât care, youâd waited since junior year to have your way with himâto have him want you.
âIâll leave marks all over you, Y/Nâ he says in a slightly warning tone as if he didnât want to completely destroy you in that moment, but you shake your head, grabbing his hand that slipped to the waistband of your sleeper shorts.
âI just want to feel somethingâ You say in a tone heâd never heard you in before, one that made him want you even worse then before. You slip your hand off his own and place it on his chiseled chest, feeling the crease of his abs all the way down until you reached his belt. You wanted him, you just wanted him to know that. âI want to feel you, Colby. I want youâ
âYou want me to treat you like everyone else?â You hesitate but nod after a few seconds, slipping off his lap to stand to your feet. He stands in front of you, his height making a clear difference above you. His expression hadnât changed yet, he was so hard to read. âI wonât do that, Y/Nâ Before you could say anything, he was already picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist again, crashing his lips back into yours as he made his way to his room.
This man⊠you didnât know how to describe the feeling you had when he kissed you, but it was unlike anything youâd ever felt before. He was so different from everyone else youâd been with, and you didnât know why.
You did. Deep down you knew why he made you feel the way he did. Colby was the only guy you truly wanted. Even when you had a boyfriend, you still wanted him instead.
He drops you onto his bed, removing his black wife beater and throwing it to the side, revealing his tattooed body youâve grown to love looking at. He looked so good in this lighting, and the way his hair fell messy over his foreheadâyou couldnât stop your thoughts from running wild.
âI want you, Y/N. I need to know I have all of youâthat your only for meâ You pick your head up to look at him briefly, fingers playing with the string of his pants. âI wonât treat you like some random slut when your notâ
The feeling of his fingertips brushing against your skin made you shiver, it made you feel as if this mightâve not been real, maybe a dream after all. But after seeing his face and feeling his hand stop just above your waistline, everything felt at ease.
âIâve always been yours, Colby Brockâ That was all he needed to hear, all he needed to give into you.
And soon enough, here you were again, pinned against the bed while Colbyâs hands grip your waist, peppering sweet kisses against your neck. You almost couldn't hold it in.
Your hand slowly found its way to the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair as his wandering hands went right under your shorts. You knew what you were doing with the outfit, and it only made him laugh just thinking about it.
âPlease, Colby. I donât want you to hold back⊠I want you to give me all of youâ you were smirking to yourself, biting your nail like this was somewhat funny to you. Colby didnât see the appeal, if he was going to fuck you, he was going to ruin you for anyone else.
âYouâre playing a dangerous game, Y/Nâ He tells you with a sharp tone, moving to place his hands against the beds cloth, closing you between him. You smirk, looking him up and down once before looking back to his face.
âIâm tired of waitingâ The two of you laid there, staring at the other for what felt like forever until He finally gave in, cursing himself under his breath before he grabbed your neck to pull you into a rough kiss. Your body is flush against his as he completely explores your body with his hands. You could feel his growing erection, you could feel his hunger for your body like he felt yours.
âColbyâ You mumble in a breathless moan. His lips remove from yours and move to your jaw, hungrily peppering wet kisses down it, all the way to your neck.
âYou are so fucking hot, Jesusâ He groans against your ear, placing soft kisses on your sensitive skin. Your moans are what encourage him the most. Hearing your sweet whimpers in his ear as he sucked on your neck felt like a dream. Believe god, heâd had that dream many, many times before.
âIâve waited so long for thisâ Your breathless under him, gripping his hair between your small fingers. You could feel his cock pressing against you, begging for your tongue. It was bigâhe was so fucking big. It shouldâve scared you but you were more intrigued, grinding your hips against his to gain some friction with the little time you had before he stopped your bratty movements.
âI know you haveâ He teases and you only roll your eyes, grabbing his hand that held you steady against him. You could feel his lips brushing your skin, he wanted to mark you, and you wanted him to. You wanted Colby Brock to let everyone know you were his.
âNothings stopping me from walking out that doorâ You hum, holding his head and slightly pushing it down so his lips reattached to your neck. âIâll find someone elseâsomeone who hasnât played with me for yearsâ A grunt escapes his mouth as if he had been fighting with the feeling, shaking his head between your neck before meeting your eyes again; your bratty, untamed eyes.
âYouâve waited so long I thought? So long your body even reacts when I look at youâ Heâs so obviously joking and you love every second of it. Every word of degradation is like music to your ears, like a forbidden kink you didnât know you had. âThis is what you wanted, huh? All those looks youâd give me after Iâd make out with randomsâyou were so jealous, Sweetheartâ Your ears are perking at his every word but your eyes were filled with annoyance. Colby knew now so why would you hide it? Hide your jealousy? âAll those times, you couldâve just told me you wanted me and I wouldâve given it all to you. Nobody elseâ
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to his body then before with a smirk, shrugging your shoulders. âThat doesnât matter. I have you nowâ His eyes. Oh god, his eyes were so hungry. At first you didnât know what to think but it only took you a few seconds to realize once his large arms were wrapped around your thighs, pulling your body close to him.
His chin sat against your stomach, staring up at you like he had been waiting for you to say something. But you didnât know what he was planning until his thumb was ghosting around your clothed clit, that same smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you.
He slips your shorts off with ease, along with your black lace underwear, tossing them both to the side.
âFuckâ You breath heavily, leaning your head back against the sheets, not even realizing the boy under you was now fully under you. âS-shit!â Your hand fell clasp over your mouth to silence your moan, eyes falling back on him under you. Except now, his face was pressed into your dripping wet cunt, and his fingers teased what his mouth didnât. âFucking hell, Colbyâ You mumble under your unsteady breath, trying your hardest not to moan because he had just started and you didnât want to seem weak.
But holy shit, this boy knew how to use his tongue.
Your hand fell atop his head in hopes to gain some sort of stability but that quickly failed, given how badly he was attacking your clit. His mouth was warm against you and you already knew youâd come soon. It was like he knew your body inside and out.
âI know your not holding back on me, are you?â His words vibrate against your cunt making you jolt, thankful his arms held you down so you wouldnât squirm. Colby was in pure bliss under you, relishing in your sweet taste that so effortlessly painted his tongue. You were wet, your cunt was begging for more even if you were a crying mess above him, like it finally found what it had been longing for.
âI can take itâ He chuckles at your attempt at retaliation but still manages to one up you, slipping two of his large, slender fingers inside you. âC-Colby, let me-â
âNoâ He only uttered one word but it was enough to make you listen like a trained dog, allowing your legs to tremble against his face. You couldâve taken it had you been prepared, but it had been far too long before any guy had done this to you.
âYou taste so fucking good, Y/Nâ His fingers curl against your spongy walls, pushing his tongue against your clit quickly as your moanâs increased. It was so clear you were already on edge, about to let go without it being over five minutes. You find your pride slipping from you in a matter of seconds, begging the man to let you come as your fingers tug his hair. You couldnât hold on, your legs were far too weak.
âPlease, pleaseâColby, pleaseâ His ears are perking as you moan his name, begging for him, moaning for him. Normally, heâd take his time with you but now? He needed to release all that tension between the two of you from years ago, he knew he couldnât last much longer. He needed to be inside of you, and for that exact reason is why he only sped up under you. âG-gonna come..!â
Your mind tried to come up with some sort of reason as to how you got yourself here, How you got your best friend between your legs, and definitely how you were about to fully submit yourself to this boy while your true feelings for each other were unknown. He was thinking the same thing; how did he get so lucky to have you above him?
âLet go for me, Pretty girlâ In only seconds, youâre coming undone above him, legs almost falling weak as they shook from your release, sending shivers throughout your entire body. Colbyâs still torturing your body, pumping his fingers into you at a faster pace. It was clear, he was trying to kill you.
âColby!â You cry, gripping his hair with a begging tone. You couldnât take it much longer. You had to push him away. Finally, after what felt like forever, he removed his tongue from you, letting his fingers slip from inside you. His strong arms are the only thing that held your legs still, and you could see your release painted on his chin once he looked up at you. âHoly shitâ You curse under your breath, chest heaving as he stood to his feet. You look at the large man above you, noticing once again how he towers over you.
He bites his lip, admiring your perfect body that had been on almost full display for him. He leans down when you notice how hard he is, lifting your chin with the hand he hadnât used on you.
You watch through your eyelashes as he sucks his finger clean from your release, biting his lip with a silent chuckle at how lovingly you looked at him. You grab his hand, pulling it closer to you until his other finger was pressed against your lipsâto which you copied his action from before, staring into his dark eyes as you did.
âGood girlâ He knew you liked that. It was so obviousâthe way your legs clench together at his praise. He pulls his hand away and moves it to your neck, pressing a soft but sloppy kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself from him, and God⊠it was so fucking hot.
Your hand feels his body effortlessly until you reach his aching print, a small smile pulling at your lips against him.
âLet meâ You mumble breathlessly, placing your hand over his cock. You could feel how desperate he had been for you, how badly he wanted you in that moment. His hand wraps around your throat firmly, pulling your lips to crash back into his own. He was so rough and impatientâyou loved it.
âI need you. Right here, Right nowâ His voice is deep and makes your skin shiver, the way his hands touch you so delicately but with control. His room was slightly dark, only lit by the strip of LEDâs above his bed frame.
âI want to be yours, Colby. Make me yours, pleaseâ Your words make his and your own stomach twist into knots, he almost felt bad. He waited so long to make the move, afraid he misread the signs, but heâd never admit that. You allow your hands to travel down his bare abs, feeling every chisel between the pads of your fingertips. When you reach his belt, youâre quick to help him tug his pants off, watching him with the most admiration.
âAfter we do this, everything will changeâ He looks at you once more, both of your hands laid on the waistband of his underwear. You lay your free hand on the side of his neck and use the other to touch him lowerâright where he wanted you the entire time.
His breath shutters at your bare touch, something heâs wanted for so long was finally right in front of him. You were all he wanted and he prayed you ensue him just as much.
âI love you, Colby. Thereâs no change in thatâ You tell him truthfully, watching his eyes soften just before you pulled his face down to kiss his lips. Except this kiss had much more
meaningâthe kiss after youâd admit your feelings for one another.
He leans you down, closing you between his large body and his bed, your hand is still pressed into his print, but heâs already slipping his underwear off by the time you can notice.
Fuck. He was going to ruin you.
Your hands cup his face when his tip presses against your entrance, slick coating it by the second. You wanted him for so long, you didnât care if it hurt at first.
You just wanted him.
From the moment he pushed inside of you, the only feeling you could endure was love. He was slow, gentle to help you get used to his size. The boy peppers kisses to your neck as he pushed further, comforting your slightly pained moans that slip from your lips without warning.
âMmmâ You let out a soft moan once his tip is past your entrance, the hard part was now over. You look at him with your lips parted, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip. He pushes your hair out of your face before kissing you, and you werenât prepared for when he pushed into you fully with one snap of his hips.
Your toes curled and your nails dug into his skin desperately, the feeling was almost indescribable. You just felt⊠full.
âOh my godâ You moan against his lips, throwing your head back as he strokes you slowly, massaging your thigh. You looked so perfect like this, so pretty in this light. Your body was almost bare for him, and your body was welcoming him with open armsâhe couldnât get enough of you. âColbsâŠColbyâ one of your hands release his shoulder to grip the sheet underneath you, teeth catching your bottom lip between them.
âStarting to feel good?â He hums while you nod, moving his head down to your neck, placing sloppy kisses against it. His hips find a steady pace at first and gradually work their way up, starting deep, then fast to your skin. âGod, you feel so goodâ one of his hands travels up your body until it reaches the shirt covering your upper half, just wanting to rip in off of you.
âTake it off, babyâ Your breathless words are too late when heâs already slipping it off your now fully bare body, completely discarding it to the floor next to him. Jesus, you were so perfect.
âYou are so beautiful, Y/Nâ He presses a kiss to your lips before moving down your body, trailing his wet tongue down until he reached your nipple. He couldnât take his eyes off you, the curves of your body⊠you were practically made for him. A shuddered moan escapes your lips when he swirls his tongue around your hardened nipple, kneading the other with his free hand.
âMmm!â Between the stokes of his hips and the sensations he brought to your skin, you couldnât hold much in. You were sure you were being too loud but the two of you didnât care. It was just you and him, nobody else.
His strong arms capture your thighs, pulling one of your legs to rest against his shoulder. âColby! I canât⊠oh my goshâ Your little voice is projecting off the walls of the empty room but you donât care, only worried about the boy above you. Your head was still slightly spinning from the drinks you endured earlier that night and it only mixed with your horny mess of a body, begging Colby for more. âItâs so good⊠fuck! Youâre so fucking good!â
âLook at you. Such a fucking mess under me. You needed me just as much as I needed youâ He grabs the back of your head, pulling you up slightly so you were at an angle you couldnât look away from him. His big eyes were burning holes into your own, hips rutting into you like he had something to prove.
Which he did.
âGonna comeâŠ! Colby, Iâm gonna come!â Your a whining mess under him and he loves every second of it, pushing his hips into you faster then before. Your small body was like a toy in his hand and you were at his every command, doing everything he said.
âCome for me. Want you to scream my name so the whole neighborhood knows whoâs fucking you this goodâso ever man knows your mineâ You knew it was a bad idea but who were you to decline that request? You were already screaming as it was. âMy dirty girl, Your so fucking hot like thisâ
âIâm coming! Iâmâoh my god I-â Your voice is cut off by your loud moan, leg shuttering against his shoulder as you felt your release threatening to push over. His tip was kissing your cervix repeatedly, and you knew you couldnât last much longer. âColbyâŠ!â You cry out, pressing your hand to his chest as if that was going to do anything. Your orgasm finally tipped, and you felt it hit you like a truck.
âThatâs it, Baby. Good girlâ His thumb rubs circles against your clit as he ruts into your harder, watching your liquid spurt from between the two of you. âMy god, Y/N. So fucking good for meâ
âColby⊠pleaseâJesus-â
âYou can whine all you want, but your body is calling mine for more. You want moreâ You grip his large arms until your knuckles turn white, scratching along his tanned skin. You curse at him, not wanting to hear his teasing any longer. âFuck me? Iâm only giving you what you wantâ You look at him with an angry look for a second before completely switching, a smirk pulling at your lips. Jesus, you were nasty, huh?
He pulls out of you all at once making you whine, not able to protest before heâs already flipping you over onto your stomach and pushing your ass in the air. You giggle, stretching your arms in front of you as you arch your back against him, begging him to forgive you. âI was only joking, Pretty boyâ You hum, looking back at his face.
He doesnât say anything and grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back onto his length that so easily slipped inside of you. Your eyes roll back almost instantly as he bottoms you out, pushing his cock as deep as he could reach inside you. âThis is what you wanted? Then fucking take itâ He growls against your ear, slamming himself into your harder than he had been before. You couldnât even think straight, you were already so fucked out you didnât even remember what it felt like to not be fucked.
âfuck! Right there! Please, Colbyâfuck me right there!â Your begging voice is music to his ears, your hands gripping the ground under you as he pushed himself against you. âYouâre so deep⊠so fucking good to me, babyâ He hums, leaning against your body so you were entirely pressing against him, his tongue running along your skin. Once again, you could feel his sloppy kisses against your shoulder and your neck.
âNobody can fuck you like I can, Pretty girl. Your mine. Youâre all fucking mine, you hear me?â You cry out a yes, the sound of your skin slapping against each others being the only thing that could be heard. âThatâs it, just like that, my loveâ He praises against your ear, holding your hips to press into his.
âColby, Iâm gonna come⊠oh my godâ You whine into the sheet, feeling the pressure building up fast inside you. Heâs a grunting mess above you so you knew he was close as well, he was only holding out for you. âCome with me. Please, donât hold out on meâ
The snap of his hips slow down the closer he gets, and now your body is flush against his own, rocking back and forth to his pace with his face buried in your neck.
âI fucking love you, Y/N. My girl, come for me and only me, yeah?â You moan at his words, throwing your head back against his chest as his fingers circle your sensitive clit. you couldnât hold it anymore, and neither could he. âIâm right behind youâ
Drunk sex always felt way too good but usually it was faster and much sweatier, this felt far too different. Even if your hips moved fast against his, it still felt like everything had been in slow motion. The way his hands held your delicate body in his embrace as he thrust his hips up to meet your own, how his lips parted in anticipation to kiss yours, Colby was so hungry for youâhis body, was hungry for you.
âColby⊠Colby!â His name rolls off your tongue in a beautiful moan. You can feel his slight hesitance but the eyes you give him are enough to tell him exactly what you wanted. You wanted all of him, just as you said.
âFuckâŠ!â He curses under his breath, your moans filling his ears as you clenched down onto him. He continues to coach you to it, and with one last snap of his hips and circle to your clit, you felt your body release itâs everything onto his. He shushes your loud scream while silencing his own grunts, fingers digging into your hips to pull you close, painting your gummy walls with his white, hot release.
For awhile, All that was heard was your heavy breathing and the sounds of the tv in the other room, and you soon found yourself collapsed next to each other on the bed. Your chests were heaving horribly, and the sweat that drip from your foreheads were now everywhere. You look over at the boy next to you, only to find he had already been looking at you, both of you breathing heavyâlips parted.
It only took a second for one of you to start laughing, and Colby leaned over to kiss you again, this time staying there for the longest he could.
You hum as he pulls away just a tiny bit, still close to your face. Your eyes are shut, relishing in the feeling you had. How do you go on from this? Clearly you two loved each other, but you prayed it wouldnât be weirdâŠ
âCome hereâ He lays his arm out, pulling your body closer to his so you could lay your head against his chest. The room was hot and smelled of pure sex but neither of you complained. You were just happy.
âColbyâŠâ You mumble after awhile in silence, tracing the tattoo on his chest for the 2nd time. He hums in response, the tips of his fingers brushing through your soft hair. You almost feel bad, as if youâre about to ruin the amazing night you hadâbut you had to say it. âWhere do we go from here..?â
Your voice is low and nervous, so focused on the negative that you couldnât even see the obvious answer. Colby made it clear what he wanted. He couldnât go back to normal with youânot after this night.
âI want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N. Iâve always wanted thatâ He pushes your hair away from your face, placing his finger under your chin to lift it. âPlease tell me thatâs what you want tooâ
Your eyes soften at his hesitant tone, grabbing the hand that sat under your chin to intertwine your fingers. Of course you wanted that. It was all you ever wanted.
You nod
âSam is going to be so happyâ
Just a little something different đ. See yâall whenever :))
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