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daddyhausen · 3 months ago

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hello, I love your writing so much!! I wanted to ask you, would you be down to write nosferatu!sleep token? You can do iii or vessel x reader (very possessive, protective, almost stalker-ish, monster style), whichever you want. I just love the new nosferatu movie so much and was curious if would write something like that. Thank you in advance, love you🤍

honestly could not choose between them so you’re getting both xx

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 MUSICIAN/BAND MASTERLIST 」 | 「 VESSEL MASTERLIST 」 | 「 III MASTERLIST 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — a secluded getaway was just what you and your new husband needed. the catch is, the two of you were not completely alone

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+ 「 MINORS DNI 」, DD: DNE,

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「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x vamp!vessel + vamp!iii

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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the carriage ride is more mundane than you expected, three hours traversing on a horse-drawn carriage over rocky slopes and muddy roads is enough to bore any woman out of her mind especially when your husband rambles on about business, real estate mostly. not that you pay much attention to detail so on and so forth. this is not what you were anticipating for your honeymoon. you were expecting a romantic getaway, someplace where your newfound husband would for once not go on about his business. now you are sitting in a carriage, on your way to spend your honeymoon in some drab castle your husband has listed to sell. you glance outside the carriage window, rolling hills of splendorous greenery for miles to come, the sunset melting into it, a mix of warm oranges and yellows of a traditional sunset, but the clouds hang low, grey, and heavy, brewing with an incoming storm. your view is interrupted by the swish of the driver’s whip, a flash of leather obscuring your vision of the wildflowers.

“awful weather, this time of year isn’t it?” you mention, still keeping your gaze out of the window, the clouds ominous as they loom over the mountains.

your husband’s ears perk up at the comment, almost confused by your sudden will of voice, since you’d been as silent as a field mouse the entire carriage ride.

“that is because it’s the beginning of springtime here, my darling. the weather isn’t as warm as it is back home”

“don’t patronize me, love.” you retort, a hint of amusement on your tongue, shuffling closer to the door of the carriage to gain a better view of the wildflowers, a mixture of rich blues and purples from native lilacs, their powdery scent, reflective of almonds as they seemed to flutter through the breeze, you inhale deeply, reminiscent of your wedding day, your husband had a large bouquet imported from these romanian fields, the scent – although not as crisp as the natives, still conjure up the sweetest of memories, kept locked away in the museum of your mind.

your husband takes your hand, smoothing over the back of your palm with his thumb in ginger circles, a soft smile falling onto his lips. he notices your apprehension, the tired, far-away look your eyes hold, riddled with exhaustion from the gruelling trip.

“not too long now, my love” he reassures.

you give an acknowledging nod, your eyes finally meet the two of your clasped hands. in truth, you had no idea what your husband had mentioned or what place he had acquired for the month. he already had your bags packed for this trip before you had the chance to consummate the marriage.

“i just wish you would consult me before making such decisions.”

he releases your hand, not before placing a chaste kiss on the back of your palm

“what consulting would there need to be? you're my wife now, i don’t want you to worry about such things.”

“this is not exactly how i planned on spending my honeymoon, is all”

“darling, have a little bit of optimism for once. trust me, you’ll love the place”

you chew the inside of your cheek, holding your tongue from spitting any incredulous words in his direction, even if it were to take the remainder of the carriage ride. your husband’s voice fades into the background amongst the scuff of carriage wheels against rock and the whinnies of horses. don’t kid yourself you love your husband, dearly. you wish sometimes he would consider things with you in mind, the wedding venue for example, a lush vineyard in the south of italy, sicily to be exact and while the scenery itself was gorgeous no doubt, you had implored for emilia-romania, finding the cooler climate better suited to your taste, you were never one for dry climates. even then a destination wedding was not the first recommendation on your list, what with elderly grandparents, an ailing father, and an aunt, getting them to the wedding proved more of a chore than anything else.

you let out a sigh, a short bitter one though your teeth. fingers idly twisting loose strands of lace from your dress sleeve, providing some form of distraction to your husbands incessant ramblings, you did admire his…his conviction, yes…how passionate he was about his business, it all he ever talks about it seems, even before the two of you were wed.

he’d buy you a house fit for a queen, yet a queen you did not need to be. luxuries did not mean a thing to you, you’d rather have a simple, modest home, with enough room to house yourself, your husband and a couple of children, maybe a pet – a cat perhaps, not a dog…far too excitable. and you’d rather not hear your thoughts echo off empty walls in a cacophonous mockery.

“stunning isn’t it?” your husband’s voice perked you out of your thoughts.

“hmm?” you blink, humming absentmindedly.

your husband points outside the window, your eyes follow up his arm to where his finger is pointing. beyond the horizon, just peeking out from behind the hillscape, lays a gargantuan castle, standing tall and proud within a mountain slope, a stone bridge connecting the two paths. the sky darkens upon arrival, clouds almost black, and a ravenous grumble of thunder seems to wash over the landscape, despite neither you nor your husband hearing anything.

it is surely a beautiful sight, the basalt and calcite pillars seem rooted into the earth, holding up the monstrosity of dark brick and stone.

“y-yes..it is…” you clear your throat, the castle seems far more imposing now the two of you are sitting in front of it.

you could see the vines of ivy scattered along the pillars, climbing desperately to reach even the faintest bit of sunlight. oddly…you could relate.

your husband thanks the driver, tipping him a handsome sum for his troubles, retrieving your baggage from the back of the carriage, you watch him converse with the doorman so effortlessly, confidence comes naturally to him which you can applaud. you’d surely be burning up in anxiety even at the thought.

taking slow steps outside of the carriage, you peer upward to glance at the towering door before you, sturdy and made of spruce, metal carvings of gargoyles and serpents, encircling a steel door knob. the door itself is held open by the doorman, a warm yet distant smile greeting you, a smile that seems to look past you, not quite fully meeting his eyes.

you offer him a nod in passing, entering the castle. darkness surrounds you, quite literally, the room encased in blackstone and the basalt leaking in from the external walls. ceiling high and revered, candelabra chandeliers hung by rusting chains with unlit and freshly snuffled candles, that creak every time they swing, so ominously as you walk underneath them as if they planned to drop on you any minute. the entrance remains the same for what seems like miles, a repetition of chandelier and pillar, chandelier and pillar with a suit of armour or decorative painting in between said pillars.

there is a stench of dust in the air, one that makes your nose itch and your eyes water. you scrunch your nose to be rid of the sensation.

“well it…” you pause following your husband up the staircase, a hand running over the spiral knob of a dark oak banister, a handprint left in the wake of where the dust used to be. you clear your throat.

“it's surely been lived in,” you mention, lamenting almost, noticing the spiderwebs glistening under sunlight, almost pearlescent in their colour through the windows.

“it is an old castle, you can not expect it to be pristine all of the time” he remarks, almost giddy as he examines the intricate spirals and swirls carved into the banister with such expert craftsmanship, it must have taken the carpenter months to complete.

“but not to worry, darling. i made sure the bedroom is up to your standards”

the bedroom, in truth, is glorious despite how much you want to disagree, the ceilings remain high like the rest of the house, the candelabra chandelier is now lit with warm, glowing wax candles, the bed, a giant thing it is, a bed frame made from mahogany, with the same spiral signature of the unknown carpenter that had done the banisters, splayed with a deep maroon bedspread and black velvet throw cushions with lace trimmings to match. you take a seat at the foot of your bed with a sigh, spreading down the sheets with your palm, more so to check if it too is coated in dust.

“are you tired, darling? perhaps you should rest before dinner”

“i am quite refreshed from the carriage ride, i might have a stroll around the garden if that's all right”

any excuse to stretch your legs i suppose, and to escape from the dust-ridden closet that was this castle, even for a few moments.

you trudge down the stairs, fists full of your skirts to not dirty them on the dusty wood. you kept a vigilant eye, on the watch for any servants that lurked about, offering you directions to the nearest exit. at the foot of the staircase, you spotted one, an elderly woman, skin pallor and hair white as chalk, matted into some sort of bird's nest, unkempt. her attire is tattered, the skirts of her dress filled with holes, chewed through by moths covered in grime and dirt, yet no stench possessed her, if anything, she smelt…clean.

“excuse me?” you ask, flagging her down. “could you perhaps direct me to the garden?”

the servant woman turns to you, pallor skin wrinkled and aged, eyes glassy, cataracts cloud her vision all milky and white, despite this she stares directly at you. she opens her mouth to reveal a toothy grin, a rotten missing-teeth grin to be exact. the sight makes your stomach churn. she hums an unfamiliar tune as she feather dusts a candelabra, revealing the brassy exterior beneath the cloud of dust particles, the candle themselves freshly snuffed, and warm wax melts down the candlestick like cascading rivers, dripping onto her hand, she does not flinch.

“past the dining area to the hall” she points towards the south with a bony, decrepit finger, long witch-like nails all chipped and broken.

“thank you.” you respond quickly with a small bow of your head. not wanting to stay engaged in conversation any longer than you needed to. you pass the elderly woman, her eyes seeming to linger on you for longer than you were comfortable, seering through your skull as if she was sizing you up.

“a pretty thing you are. tell me, have you had children yet? your hips are wide, good for birthing” she taps your hips with the wooden stick of the feather duster.

you are taken aback by the intrusive question, your throat running dry as you are stumped for words.

“uhh…well no. i’ve only just married you see” despite the awkwardness you try to remain as polite as possible, despite the embarrassment burning on your cheeks and the uneasy sway in your step from foot to foot trying to distract yourself. the old woman simply hums with a nod of her head.

“the young masters will be satisfied with you” she murmurs.

you freeze.

“what?”

she turns away ignoring you, walking away with maid’s basket in hand, humming that same unfamiliar tune. you are overcome with a strange sense, possible paranoia perhaps? your husband made no mention of any residents living within the castle besides the servants who barely maintained it and why on god’s green earth would your husband even attempt to sell an occupied residential property? no… like you said before, just paranoia, and a strange old, possibly demented woman who still believes the old residents still roam amongst the halls. still, even as the woman walks away with her back towards you, you can feel those milky white irises piercing through you.

you shake your head to rid yourself of the thought and continue onward to the garden.

through the dining hall she said, an extravagant room it is, mahogany table that of the bed frame stretching as far as the room is wide, matching chairs with high back, velvet red and embroidered with decaying florals, the table has been left set, cutlery rusted, ceramic plates chipped and broken he cracks repaired with liquid gold despite their fragility. goblets encrusted with rubies and sapphires and emeralds galore, seemed rather strenuous to drink from. they still held stains of red wine around the rims.

you did not think the house would feel so occupied yet empty.

a painting caught your attention, plastered above the mantle of the fireplace, it glimmered with an alluring presence, even under drab candlelight. it draws you in, and on bated breath, you admire the two figures within it. both of them are tall, well above six feet. masculine, it was very evident. the taller of the two is lankier and thinner, his body shrouded in a grey suit, seemingly stitched to his body, a bushel of deep purple lilacs held in an inky black hand. just like the lilacs present in the field on the carriage ride over. he stands almost as if observing you, proud and cocky.

the second figure is draped in furs of presumably a wolf, his chest bare, specks of it covered with necklaces of silver and white gold. surely that would be a hindrance in the colder months, but then again you assume this was not their usual attire. his body is more defined than the first, and you could help the blush that spread to your cheeks. good god get a hold of yourself, you're a married woman for christ’s sake. you should not be fawning over a painting of two dead men. you shudder at the thought.

you continue to observe the painting, only to notice that their faces had been painted over with a maroon paint, still fresh as it trickled down the canvas, over their oil painted necks and chest. the paint was very fresh indeed, a metallic stench still lingered in the air as you covered your nose to hopefully mask the smell of it.

you recall the elderly women mentioning something about young masters, perhaps this painting was of them? you could only assume since it was definitely the most regal looking of all the paintings you’d encountered. how odd, why would their faces be painted out if that was the case? maybe they had done something in their lifetime that warranted the expulsion of their identity? god only knows.

the wind flutters against your skin as you step into the garden, it seems like the only well-kept thing on the entire property, wildflowers grow between your toes, and white hydrangeas and peonies line the garden beds for miles, mixed in with once again, those purple lilacs. hedges carved into shapes of angels and devils, separated on either side, in a constant yet stagnant battle, frozen in time. you pursue forward, feeling the lushness of the shrubbery against your fingertips, how green and alive it felt despite the decay and dreariness of the castle.

in the centre stands a statue made of marble, a fountain beneath it spraying out spurts of crystal clear water, and stone benches surrounding its diameter. the statue is of a woman, cloaks obscuring her features, much like the two figures from the painting, her identity erased. she seems more objectified. her stance is powerful, a scythe in her right hand, a reaper she may have been. from her back sprouted wings, defiant of the air around her as they stretched proud and wide. she is utterly beautiful. you sit on the stone bench across from her, simply admiring. had she been a real woman whose image was forever immortalised in the stone? maybe she was a lover of one of the masters? the marble around her feet began to decay as if she had made attempts to walk free from the stand she had been put on and for a brief moment, you connect with that. that yearning for escape despite in your right mind knowing there was nothing for you to escape from. you have a wonderful husband who adores you, a modest amount of wealth, not to mention your health.

there is no need for escape, no need for respite. your life is wondrous, perfect even. still, a sense of dread overcomes you, a coldness that freezes your bones and chills your skin. like ice over a pristine lake. the sensation is eerily similar to the way the woman had made you feel, those eyes boring into your soul, trying to pry the thoughts from your inner psyche. this is…far more intense, those eyes instead burrowing into your mind making a home inside your skull. your skin ripples with goosebumps as your gaze drifts away from the statue, it is not her gaze penetrating you, no. for her eyes are shielded. this gaze was far more sinister, more lustful. your eyebrows knot together trying to decipher whatever this feeling is.

you look around, surely you were alone, no other occupants seem to inhabit the garden, aside from the bumblebees that pollinate the surrounding flowers. gazing past the statue and the shrubbery you still see no one, how strange…maybe a solitary gardener had just finished pruning the hedges? yet that sensation still fills so…so…ominous…

rising to your feet you smooth down the skirts of your dress, taking a deep inhale to calm yourself. it’s nothing…surely nothing at all. your eyes linger on the hedge line for a moment, a shadowy figure silhouetted in the distance, it blurred by the leaves, standing ever so still amongst the greenery, blinking your eyes a couple of times and then fixating on it again, it was gone, just like that. you shook your head to once again rid yourself of the thought, your mind just filtered with exhaustion, paying it no mind as you enter back into the castle, feeling the brew of a storm rising, as the clouds lowered and the wind whistled like a sinister threat.

dinner could not have come soon enough, you were simply famished yet, your stomach had rescinded the offer to eat. a wild spread of pheasant and seasonal vegetables towered on your plate, the table scattered with white grapes, and red cherries so sweet the taste dances on your tongue, or so you’ve been told. you haven't had the stomach to try one just yet. crystal goblets carved with the most intricate of patterns, half full of merlot, not to your standards by any means but the taste allowed you some resolve from the swirl of emptiness in your stomach.

your husband sits across the table from you, so far across the dining hall that you might as well have been eating dinner alone. you watch him shovel food into his mouth, like a man starved, simply unbothered, fixated on it like a wolf on a deer. he paid you no mind in the hours leading up to dinner, he had been busy of course, writing correspondents to back and forth between realtors and clients, a strenuous task. but dear god it’s your honeymoon for christ’s sake, you wished he would pay you a smidge of affection aside from a chaste kiss or a parting waist grab. the silence seems to fill the room, servants wait on hand for the meal to be over and in truth, you did too. you never did cope well with the silence, it allows your mind to fill with things you’d rather forget, like those eyes of the elderly servant, or the invisible ones that preyed on you in the garden earlier, still feeling their coldness burn into your flesh. you shudder in your seat clearing your throat, pushing around the potatoes on your plate with your fork still not eating them.

“darling whatever is the matter, you’ve barely touched your plate” he speaks still with a mouthful of food, a half-eaten bread roll in one hand and a goblet of wine in the other.

“are you feeling unwell?”

you place your fork down, staring down at your full plate. your stomach grumbles with desperation, ravenous with hunger, yet the thought of bringing food to your lips, makes it churn in discomfort. especially with how paranoid you seem to feel right now. every so often your eyes dart up, seeing if you could catch a glimpse of that servant, or if the painting of the two young masters would have miraculously moved.

“i am alright. i just don’t have an appetite this evening” it is the half truth. in reality you did have an appetite for something and it certainly was not food. your mind wanders back to the sensation from the garden, even under the invisible gaze you shied away, cheeks blushed with an incredible heat, you felt…insatiable.

“oh, i'm sorry to hear that my love. whatever is the cause?”

you debate on telling him about the garden, the elderly woman’s words, the painting of the young masters and the way it almost made you melt into a puddle upon inspection. you bit the inside of your cheek, hard enough to break your concentration from such thoughts. you inhale shakily through your nose, an almost silent confirmation to continue.

“does this castle not seem strange to you?” you ask, picking up your fork again to prod now at the carrots in an attempt to distract yourself.

“whatever do you mean?” your husband asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“i met an elderly servant today, she mentioned something about her young masters–the ones in that painting behind you i assume..”

your husband nods his head as if he were listening, confusion is still evident on his features.

“the way she said it made it sound that they were still alive. now i must have misheard it surely” you continue, prodding at the carrot until the fork spears it.

“but when i was in the garden earlier, i felt…i felt like i was being watched. this intense sensation washed over me, i could not see anyone yet i felt their presence…”

your husband nods again, putting down his napkin on his plate after cleaning his mouth.

“darling like i said before it is an old castle, it was most likely a gardener.” he stands up, straightening his waistcoat. he strides over you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder as a form of reassurance.

“you look exhausted, why don't you head up to bed, i’ll be with you shortly” he offers yet another chaste kiss to your cheek. one that seems to dim the spark of your love for him. it was not enough, and your words weren’t exactly heard. maybe he is right, it is just the exhaustion from two days of long travel. the rest is what you need.

“alright…”

he smiles down at you softly. before retreating to the study down the hall, the servants begin hastily clearing the table in silence all before you had even risen from your seat. you stare up at the painting one last time, how their eyes seemed to bore into your soul while being obscured. good god you really needed sleep.

“thoughts still troubling you darling?”

your husband shuffles into bed beside you, fingers stained with ink from his quill as he pulls back the sheets. your body curled up in the blankets trying to retain the warmth of your body heat that seems to be sucked out by the cold brick of the bedroom.

“is is odd isn’t it? i felt someone’s eyes on me…”

“i’m sure it was nothing, just… try and get some sleep.”

he kisses your cheek turning off the oil lamp on his bedside. despite his presence the bed still felt empty. your husband is a busy man, pleasures of the flesh held no time in his schedule.

hours pass and the moon high in the sky. your husband's sound asleep beside you, back pressed against yours only heightened the emotional distance you felt, so much for a honeymoon. you only desire, even for one night on this cursed trip to be ravaged by him, taken apart and put back together again in exquisite pleasure. yet he remains asleep, snoring softly into the pillows.

you try to close your eyes, try to lull yourselves into the depths of sleep. counting backwards in your head, counting bloody sheep yet nothing prevails. the air in the bedroom grew still, a chill present in the air, eerily similar to what it was in the garden. your skin rose in goosebumps, unknowing yet anticipating. your head glued to the pillow, body turned on its side to curl further into the blankets, it would be easier if your husband was not hogging the majority of them.

and then…a rush of warmth floods your loins, and an unparalleled bout of arousal forms in between your thighs. feeling ever so similar to fingers yet, the only man present was your husband and heaven forbid he would even attempt such a thing. your eyes shoot open, an attempt to sit up only makes your thighs weak. the blankets now shuffled at your feet, back pressing against the headboard of your bed, nightgown tossed above your thighs, cunt slick and wet and exposed to the midnight air. yet you did not attempt to touch yourself for the strange phantom ministrations provide all the pleasure you desire.

“a pretty dove isn’t she?” a voice calls out from the corner of the room, your head swings around to meet the sound. in the corner, stands two figures familiar yet unknown. immediately, you go to wake your husband, shaking him in an attempt to alert him. yet he remains sound asleep.

“do not bother, he will not disturb us” the other voice calls out, more delicate in comparison to the other. your body froze, arousal still pooling in your loins as the phantoms of his fingertips ravage your insides. they step out from the shadows, their cloaks billowing in the wind from the open window. your eyes widen….them…oh god god not them….

the two young masters the old woman had told you about. the taller of the two, his stance was more aggressive. white hair was kept short and cropped, still donning that grey suit in the painting. long slender fingers twirl in small circles by his side, and you feel every single movement despite the lack of contact. the other one makes slow strides to the foot of the bed, his muscular frame looming over you, yet he does not attempt to touch you. his face is also masked, yet his mouth is exposed, revealing sharp canines. you gulp thickly shuffling higher against the bed frame, he swiped his tongue against his bottom lip and you swore you could feel the sensation of it running against your clit.

“she craves pleasure, iii”

iii, you assume the taller of the two come closer to inspect. dark eyes admire the slickness of your cunt, watching the way you clench around nothing. iii also does not attempt to touch you, his fingers once again make small motions in the air, and you feel your cunt instantly spread, taking in the phantom of him. you stifle a moan, trying to force the intrusion out.

“she’s desperate”, iii chuckles, the other mirrors this sentiment, stalking around your husband’s side of the bed.

“why don’t you take the lead, vessel? i’ll make sure this one doesn't disturb us”

“what…mmm...what have you done to him…?” you mention to your husband who remains in peaceful, unaware slumber.

“he sleeps. he is unharmed…” vessel motions, taking in your features, admiring every inch of your figure, each crevice and curve hidden beneath the cotton shift obscured behind the almost arachnid-like mask, six eye-shaped creases replacing the natural two. canines prod out past his lips, through the open mouth of his mask, sharp and intimidating as his tongue flicks over them with ravenous intent.

your eyes flicker back to your husband, asleep still, in a trance they seem to have put him under while they ravage you with their eyes and phantom fingertips. they still made no attempt to touch you at least not physically, you could not help but let out a moan as vessel stood back, arousal evident beneath his cloaks, ghosts of his hands groping your breasts, a taut feeling rising in your chest, feeling him squeeze the mounds of flesh between his fingertips. iii now decides to inspect, pale eyes accompanying his stare, adoring the way your cunt pulses, dripping with wetness.

“little bird, you're dripping” although you could not see, his tongue juts out shifting his mask ever so slightly, as he licks his lips, and you could feel this. the small, dainty circles he traces against your clit, the full force as he flattens his tongue against you, drinking you in. you try your hardest to fight back you truly did, even as iii crawled onto the bed, stalking you like a predator would its prey, he keeps his hands to himself, fingertips barely grazing the cotton of your shift tracing over your perky nipples through the fabric. you stifle a breath, mouth going dry.

“don’t try to fight it. give yourself to us” vessel chimes in, his breath fanning against your neck, warm and desperate.

it was too overwhelming, the sensation, the overstimulation. your body betrays itself, possessed and giving into the phantom movements of their combined tongues and fingers and other various appendages. this could not be real, it's only a dream, a hideous, frightful dream. you’ll wake up in the morning, in your husband’s arms, body as untouched as the moment you went to bed.

an intrusion in your throat made itself known, the air rapidly vanishing from your lungs despite the lack of a physical presence piercing the back of your throat with violent thrusts. you could not protest, choking on what could only be described as an invisible battering ram. the intensity rises in your stomach, heightened by their unrelenting persistence, iii swirled his fingers against the bedsheets mirroring the reaction against your clit, vessel hand stroking himself through his cloaks mimicking the ministrations that riddled your throat.

sweetness drips down your shaking thighs, with a mixture of pleasure, uncertainty and regret. although they had not touched you, your body still felt marred by their presence. as your high comes down, they take a step back, eyes stalking, teeth sharp, primed and ready to strike, yet they cease, simply watching you as you drift into peaceful slumber.

their whispers echo throughout your mind.

“your husband is lost to you. dream of us…only us”

the next morning is met with silence, your eyes sunken and hollow from lack of sleep, your appetite still fleeting despite your stomach’s hunger, this time barely taking small nibbles from the strawberry speared on your fork. as much as you tried to disregard the events of the previous evening, thoughts and memories still prevailed in your mind, the way their hands caressed your body despite the physical contact, how their fingers, tongues, teeth and manhood ravaged you in the best of ways. your thighs clench tightly together under the dining table at the thought.

“you were tossing and turning an awful lot last night” your husband’s voice breaks the silence, shaking you from your thoughts. your breath hitches in your chest, skin goes clammy and cold. surely he did not hear, he was asleep like iii said he was, even when you tried to alert him he remained dead to the world. your stomach sinks with regret, no- you should not feel regret, those monsters took advantage of you in your most vulnerable of hours, despite the lack of touch, it made your skin itch and burn with shame.

“just a bad dream is all, do not worry” you respond taking another hesitant bite of the strawberry.

your husband chewed the inside of his cheek, his eyes not holding the same optimism as the day before, maybe he was just overworked, he did come to bed later than expected last night.

“well all right then” he stands up from the dining table.

“oh, by the way, darling, i have been called back into town, something about closing a deal on a mansion in south london, i must leave before noon”

“what?” you are stumped by the sudden revelation. getting up and following him up the staircase as the servants once again began to clean the table with haste.

“and what of our honeymoon-?”

“darling please do not argue with me on this, it is of the utmost importance that i close this deal so that way we can afford that cottage you wanted remember?”

“am i not important to you then? do you just expect me to stay here in this shithole by myself”

“you watch your tone-!” you are taken aback by his sudden outburst, taking a small step back against the bedroom door. his breath heaving in his chest with frustration. “ no darling, you are important to me-”

“then i’m coming with you”

“no, please. i’ll only be a couple of days” he begins to re pack his suitcase, which had conveniently been placed atop of the bed, its weight sinking into the plush velvet bedspread.

“and what do you expect me to do for the time being huh?”

“i don’t know love, find a way to entertain yourself” he places a chaste kiss on your cheek. speeding out the door without a proper goodbye, you're left alone, seated in the silence of the bedroom, lingering thoughts of those two apparitions, monsters of whatever the hell they were in your mind and most definitely in your loins. and their eyes, cold and unloving stare you down, waiting with bated breath in the shadows, marring your skin with lust.

you kept yourself locked in the bedroom for the rest of the day, servants leaving morsels of food left over from lunch and dinner at the foot of the door, plum scented merlot lingers in the air, and your stomach craves it. your body too heavy to lift the covers, to downtrodden in your own anguish to move, even as the moonlight bled through the curtains and their figures appeared through the window left ajar.

their stares as ravenous as ever, vessel’s especially, canines desperate to gnaw on your flesh, consume you from the inside. their cloaks less formal, iii only adorned in a white dress shirt and a simple pair of linen slacks, vessels attire remains more or less the same, less form fitting you'd say.

“you two…” you begin sitting up, feeling the warmth already pool in your loins despite your mind objecting to it in every sense of the word. vessel and iii remain silent, keeping their gaze fixated on you

“i’ve felt the two of you…crawling like serpents in my body…”

iii cocked his head to the side, white locks seems so contract against the black of night. his eyes crinkled into a cocky smirk.

“it is not us” iii begins, taking a step forward towards the bed. “it is your own nature”

“no-! i love my husband-”

“your body says otherwise, little dove” vessel interrupts, pulling the sheets back, your body grows heavy again, locked in place with invisible shackles no matter how much you tried to break yourself free. iii runs his fingers up your exposed thigh, the sensation of him touching one unlike any other, gentle yet dominating. you wonder if vessel felt the same.

“you are villains- monsters!”

iii’s finger traces even higher, drawing shapes into the skin of your upper thigh, so dangerously close to the axis, to your void of warmth. vessel accompanies him, only his fingers mimic iii’s actions down your chest, just at the lace trimmings where your breasts lay beneath.

your breath hitches in your throat, a moan stifled underneath. iii and vessel’s ears perk up eagerly at the sound.

“we are an appetite, nothing more” vessel reminds, fingertips sneaking underneath your shift, gingerly across the valley of your breasts.

“you are deceivers-mmh-!” you moan despite your words of protest due to iii’s fingers finding your clit, taking solace in how swollen the hidden pearl had become under his touch.

“you deceive yourself” iii muses, drawing harsh shapes into your clit. your fingers tightened around the sheets, trying to ground yourself in reality.

this is all a dream it is not real-!

vessel’s hands grope your breasts, palms pressed firmly against your perky nipples. he leans in, tongue whispering against the shell of your ear as he speaks.

“your passion is bound to us” his words are sinful, an unholy choir, his fingers, the conductors of chaos as they work their way around your body.

“you cannot… mhm….you cannot love” your hips roll to the movements of iii’s fingers, now teasing your entrance with slow, intentional strokes.

their cocks throbbing beneath their cloaks, iii grinds against the mattress, desperate for any form of friction. vessel strains in his shrouds, his size almost pressed against your cheek. your breath heightens, the sensation overwhelming as you try to gather your rationale.

“we cannot…” iii mutters his voice slightly sombre. “yet…we cannot be satiated without you, little bird”

vessel’s fingers linger at the straps of your shift, tugging them down with methodical delay. your breasts are now revealed to the midnight air, iii lets out a growl of hunger, ceasing his movements on your clit as he crawls up the bed, inspecting the stiffened buds further. iii begins to untie the ropes of his slacks shuffling them down, his cock slaps against his stomach, warm to the touch, drooling with pre-cum. vessel bares his fangs, canines grazing your skin.

“you are our affliction…” vessel lulls, his tongue jutting out past his lips to lick the skin of your neck.

before you can protest, he bites down hard. blood instantly pools in his mouth and he drinks you in reverently, determined and hungry with lust. a gasp catches in your throat and iii, ever the opportunist decides to silence you with his cock, forcing the lengthy appendage down your throat. your eyes well with tears, from the brutal force of iii’s cock and vessel’s teeth combined. your body retaliated, trying to push back yet the wetness still pools in your loins, iii’s fingers still wet with your slick as he holds your head still, hips pistoning his cock in and out of your throat.

“god…she feels incredible…” iii mentions to vessel who continues to drain your lifeforce, swallowing drop after drop of crimson so much that iii had to remind him to satiate his appetite.

vessel pulls away, licking up the small droplets of blood, trailing like ruby tears down your neck. your vision faded, they were nothing but blurred shapes clouding your senses. you gasp, ii having pulled out of your throat, to allow you some respite while vessel repositions himself between your thighs, your blood still dripping down his chin.

“she tastes divine” vessel shudders with pleasure, swiping his fingers against your cunt, gathering the wetness from between your folds and sampling you. the taste of your essence mixed with your blood was nothing short of incredible, like ambrosia for him. iii only wishes he could indulge in you if it weren’t for the mask obscuring his mouth.

iii’s jealousy spiked at the action, forcing his cock back down your throat, holding his position, adoring the way you gag around him. despite the lack of air, you did not attempt to stop him, the feeling was foreign but oh so wondrous, the air leaving your lungs, dark spots in your vision began to form only to disperse once he started moving again, only faster this time, taking strands of your hair between inky black fingertips, forcing you to take each inch of him.

vessel is more delicate with his actions, his tongue twirling around your clit, drawing shapes and symbols into the swollen nub, gathering your juices on his tongue. your body feels heated, not sure if for the loss of blood, on the venom his fangs poured into you. either way, you felt elated, weightless, pleasure surging through your veins as you allow them to claim you, painting your body with invisible marks of lust, indentations of where their fingers prodded, tongues licked and palms caressed.

“a goddess she is…” vessels words are muffled between your folds, lapping up each drop your body secreted. he kisses your inner thighs offering you some respite from the assault of his tongue.

“i did not think she would take us so easily” iii comments, holding his cock in the back of your throat, almost on the edge of orgasm.

“she is skilled…that bastard is a lucky man indeed”

the two of them continue overworking your body, to the point where your thighs ached, your throat burns with pleasure and your cunt pulses with need. you moan around iii, oddly happy to receive the effort of his labour, pre-cum already mingling with your tastebuds, and you desire more, craved more of him, and of vessel too.

without warning, vessel inserts two fingers inside you, your cunt welcoming the slender digits, his lips curl around your clit, sucking greedily at the sensitive pearl.

“she is close…” vessel remarks, engaged in conversation with iii as if you weren't even there.

“so am i” iii mutters through clenched teeth, his cock throbbing with an unparalleled need for release.

you gush around vessel's fingers, dripping into the sheets below. his eyes darken, shot blood red as he licks your cunt clean. your throat constricting around iii, his cum pumped into the back of your throat, forcing you to swallow every last drop of him.

“fuck..” iii growls, pulling out of your mouth.

your mind so fucked out that you did not even recognise that they were repositioning themselves. a mixture of shapes and colours clouded your vision, sensing iii was now behind you, he tugs you up by the hair, bringing his face to your neck, to where vessel had bitten you, inhaling the sweet scent of your blood deeply, a shuddering breath leaving his lips.

vessel positions himself underneath you, hands groping your waist, juices your dripping cunt down, lower onto his cock.

“let us ravage you, sweetheart. your body craves it”

you could not produce words, syllables falling flat on your tongue as your throat burns from iii’s assault. instead of allowing you to speak, vessel kisses you, and the clash of your lips causes a cacophony of emotions to swirl through your mind. lust, hate, regret, disgust. iii from behind mimics vessel's actions, driving his cock into your already full cunt, your walls tight enough as is having to spread and make room for the both of them. and the pleasure…it is instantaneous, arousal swirling in your stomach, both of their cocks prodding out through your flesh.

vessel breaks the kiss, his movements substantially slower and softer than iii’s. despite his masked features, he gazes into your eyes, drowning you in a sea of emptiness, a void unknown. a hand delicately comes up and cups your cheek, smoothing gentle circles into the skin with his thumb.

“you shall be one with us for all eternity…mmhm…do you swear it?” his voice was like honey in your ears, a far cry from the ravenous, violent grunts of iii behind you.

your mind draws blank, empty and fucked out with pleasure.

“do you swear it, little dove?” vessel repeats.

“i swear it…” you repeat the phrase like a mantra, perhaps in the hopes to actually have it come to fruition. vessel smiles a toothy, vampiric grin, placing another delicate kiss to your lips.

a far cry from the chaste, almost platonic kiss your husband left you with. and it broke your heart to think so. yet as of now, your mind is preoccupied with pleasures of the flesh, the way these hellish creatures worship your body, and crave your presence even for just a moment. the missing piece to their unyielding lust.

iii fills you, unannounced and your body is unprepared for the visceral reaction. his cum leaking out of you like a faucet, dripping down your inner thighs and coating vessel’s hips.

“oh gods…” iii grumbles, his cock softening within you, still keeping you plugged and full of him.

vessel chuckles softly.

“pay him no mind, he just adores you so”

iii hovers over you, nuzzling his face into your sweat-slicked shoulder blades.

“you ours now, pretty bird”

vessel grew closer to release, his cock throbbing inside you warmth. you lean into him, lean into the feeling of him as warmth spreads throughout your body. their cum mingles with yours, filling your womb with their unholy spawn. as vessel softens inside you, the two of them hold your body close, allowing their combined releases to incubate inside of you.

“our angel…” iii begins, breathless pants ravaging his breath.

“you are to remain in this castle, forevermore. your husband is a stranger to you now. the only men who will be able to satisfy your desires will be vessel and i”

vessel smirks into your neck, kissing the place where he had bitten.

“what do you say little dove, care to be ours forever?”

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA !

❪ AKA12 ❫ ── FANFIC.

track ✷ on a cruise vacation, kimi antonelli crosses paths with the same girl over and over again during lunch or dinner time ─ a girl who always has two slices of pineapple pizza on her plate. only on the 4th day of the 2 weeks vacation, he decides to approach her about her horrible pizza taste.

tags ✷ strong language. fluff, social media & imessages. strangers to friends to ?. cruise vacation buddies. kimi is a little pathetic & stupid, but that's ok 'cause he's in love. don't witch hunt me for messing up the ships layout. i don't travel msc. i am not planning on doing. i refuse to care about them.

disclaimers ✷ au. f1!kimi on vacation x reader (she/her pronouns used / no mention of yn). sets in summer of 2025. cruise ship: msc world america. writer is not fluent in english.

august note ✷ as cruise vacation maker (who's also on cruise again ahh!!) i wanted to write a oneshot like that for months now 😭 so here it is. also, it's kinda rushed towards the end cause i dunno what the word limit on tumblr is 😔. yes i know i promised this one already in april, but i had always planned to post it around my own cruise vacation to like get in the vibe for it 🥲 here it is now !! not proof read at all !! i was in a rush so sorry !!

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KIMI ANTONELLI had begun to count all the times he came across a specific, eye catching Girl around his Age while on Cruise Vacation ─ and it had only been 4 Days since he and his Family stepped onto the Ocean Giant, cruising and exploring the Waters and Culture of North America.

He had fun ─ sure, it has been 4 Days so far yet, and ever since the sail away in the Port of Miami, not much had occurred so far apart from a relaxing Day 2 on Sea, the first Destination, Puerto Plata, where he and his Family left the swimming Hotel to explore the City, grouped with a few other Guests, and now the 4th Day in San Juan.

The F1 Driver decided against joining his Parents and younger Sister to explore the Destination ─ he wanted to use the Hours he had alone on the Ship with exploring Corners and Edges he hadn't been able to see yet; he had seen a lot of the Ship's Layout on the Lines' Website, yet couldn't fully believe the SportsPlex would feature Bumper Cars, or that the Ship had it's own Ice Cream Bar on lower Decks. He already saw the Cliffhanger Swing, or the Waterpark on the Sun Deck ─ and to say he wasn't fully blown away would be a lie; even if he hasn't explored it fully yet, having only watched over his younger Sister having fun in the Park Resort during Sea Day.

Kimi's first Stop was at the Ship's own Theater Place ─ even though he wasn't able to get inside due the strict Schedules, he could take a peek inside and spot a large Room which looked rich and attractive, perfectly fitting into the Vibe of the Cruise Ship.

After that, the young F1 Prodigy found himself walking through the lower Decks, through some of the Buffet Restaurants which were still closed until Lunch time ─ empty, the Ship felt almost frighting; if it wasn't for the rich and attractive Interior of it. He only knew the Buffet Restaurants when they were filled up and busy from Entrance to the last Table ─ when every Guest squeeze through Crowds to get their Breakfast; the early Hours were the only time his Family would visit the Buffet Restaurants, Dinner being eaten in À la carte Restaurants, and Lunch mostly pulled the Antonelli Family to Grab and Go Miles on the Top Decks. He was the only one who'd pay a Visit in the Buffet afterwards due the amount, or less of, Meal you'd get in the specialized Restaurants on board.

By the end of his Explorations, Kimi ended on the Sun Deck, strolling around like a lost Puppy ─ apart from a few Lounges and Restaurants, he had seen most of the Ship by now; and also met a few People who recognized him as F1 Prodigy, Mercedes Driver Kimi Antonelli, and therefore asked for Pictures or his Autograph.

He walked along the Railing, Head turned to the Side as his Eyes scanned the solid Ground from the Ocean Giant ─ a couple of Groups occasionally walking off the Ship, or back onto it, the piercing Noises of the City and Port echoing through his Ears. As he lazily carried himself, he wondered when his Parents and Sister would be back ─ he knew they'd sail off by 11 PM and currently it wasn't a Minute later than 12:30 PM, yet he couldn't help but wonder if he had to grab Lunch alone today.

The F1 Driver was too deep in Thoughts about his stupid concerns, not noticing that despite half the Guests being on solid Ground to explore and adventure, there were still a bunch of People left on the Ship ─ he noticed when he felt someone's Shoulder bumping against his own, followed by a sounded Noise hitting the Ground underneath.

His Head snapped straight forward, Eyes widened as he looked at the Person he just bumped into ─ he felt his Heart starting to pace, a little scared he'd might get one for the History Book by the Person for being so carelessly. However, his concerns were vanished and replaced by surprise when he met the Appearance of the Person in front of him ─ she looked similar, too similar even; he could swear to have seen her among over six thousand Guests.

He shook his Head, Eyes going down before he mirrored the Action with his Body, kneeling to grab the Cup of Ice Cream the Girl had dropped after bumping against him, "I'm sorry! I should've looked where I'm going!" he quickly apologized, picking the Cup up, even when it left one of the three Ice Cream Scoops on the Ground ─ his Posture straightened again, sheepishly looking at the Girl as he held the Cup of Ice Cream out to her. "Sorry. . . the Ice Cream looked good." he repeated another Apology.

Surprisingly, the Girl just shrugged her Shoulders with a pleasant Expression ─ she didn't seem mad or frustrated, though neither she carried a happy and joyful look, "Don't worry ─ it was for free, anyway." she replied to his Apology, a light Accent coming through her Voice ─ Kimi noticed it, however couldn't really tell where she could possibly be from. "Do you have Tissues, though? I wouldn't wanna give the Staff any more work." she added, her Eyes downed at the Scoop of Ice Cream which slowly melted away.

The Italian understood the Message, pulling out a Package of Tissues from his Shorts, "Oh yeah, I do." he nodded as he pulled one white Tissue out, kneeling back down to clean up the mess on the Ground ─ she was right; the Staff really didn't need more work to do than they already have with over six thousand People on Vacation who are probably much more carelessly than Kimi was.

He used a couple of Tissues to wipe off as much Ice Cream as possible before he straightened up again, squeezing the dirty Tissues with a small Smile on his Lips, "Sorry again ─ usually im not that carelessly. . . I think." he meant, not meaning to be unintentionally funny ─ yet, the Girl's Lips left a chuckle as her Hand made a waving Gesture, proving no bad blood between the Strangers for a Incident like that.

"It's forgiven and forgotten." she gave back, giving him her best Smile. "Just, watch out ─ next time you might fall off the Ship!" she continued, humored as she made her way past the brunet curly Head, leaving this one standing laughing at the Image of this happening.

"Yeah, I guess that wouldn't be nice!" he called after her, amused, his Words being answered by her laughing and her Hand lifting to give him a short Wave.

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AT 2PM, Kimi found himself all alone walking through the Ship towards the Entrance of one of the Buffet Restaurants ─ his Father had informed him they'd be eating Lunch on Ground together with a few other Guests from Italy and their Kids they befriended while exploring San Juan. He had switched his Clothes off to something more attire (a black Tee Shirt without print) before he went down a few Decks to check out a Restaurant which he hoped wouldn't be all too run by the maybe one to two thousand Guests still on board.

Among a Group of British Guests who were blocking the way to the Restaurant while making Pictures of the Ships Interior, the Italian squeezed himself through, popping out at the Sanitizer in front of the Restaurant ─ he peeked inside, noticing not many People walking around with Plates, or already sitting on Tables with Food and something to drink. So after, sanitizing his Hands to prevent any kind of Virus to storm the Ship in the next few Days, he went inside, walking past the Buffets ─ the cold and warm, the Meat and Veggies, Dessert and Fruits.

Half the Restaurant was empty which resulted in Kimi following the Tactic of first getting his Food and then searching for a Place to eat ─ he spotted a couple of Things he'd like to try, some of them being almost already completely out of stock; which is exactly why he grabbed a Plate before a Table.

Once he got everything he wanted to try out, he squeezed himself once again through everyone else ─ compared to most Guests, Kimi seemed pretty short, only standing a few Centimeters above 170 tall while he could swear most others here were above 180.

Once squeezed through, he stood in front of the Entrance to the Tables ─ his Eyes flew around, spotting a tons of Tables for more than two People; which was unfortunate because a small Table which just fitted two People across each other was what he needed. He had great Manners, knowing that taking a Table with more Seats would probably rob a Family of four later on a Opportunity to eat Lunch ─ (he was surprised by himself for how far ahead he thought).

His Eyes scanned the Area for a few Moments before he noticed an empty two chaired Table by the End of the Space, right next to the Windows with a great View onto the Port ─ he let his Eyes wander around for a bit longer before he started to walk towards that specific Table.

A few Steps later, he stopped in his Tracks after his Eyes caught a too familiar look ─ eventually, they narrowed slightly, focusing on a specific Person on a Table with a specific Taste of Pizza on her neat white Plate in front of her.

He recognized the Girl ─ not only as the, what he decided to call her due not knowing her actual Name, the Pineapple Girl, but also as the Girl he had bumped into a Hour or so ago; (and dumped her Ice Cream to the Ground). He stood there for a few Moments, memorizing her Features, watching as she bite into the Slice of Pineapple Pizza ─ what may formed a small Grimace on his Face for a few Seconds before he shook himself and followed his impulsive and idiotic Thoughts.

"Hey! Is that Seat free?" his overenthusiastic Voice questioned as he took a Step next to her two chaired Table ─ he didn't know what gotten into him to just walk up to a Stranger and ask her that; now she will think he's a creep who stalks her, he was sure of that.

And to seem as peaceful as possible, the Italian formed a crooked Smile on his Lips, probably looking even crazier right now ─ but well, the Damage was done now so he couldn't rewind it even if he wanted.

The Girl looked up once her Ears had been graced with a familiar sound ─ and as she recognized the brunet curly Head Boy, a genuine Smile had already started to spread on her Lips. A nod of her Head followed, "Oh yeah! Take a Seat, no Problem!" she responded, pointing with her Hand towards the left free Seat at the Table for two, inviting him to join her for Lunch. "My Family's not here anyway ─ exploring the Town." she added as her Eyes watched the Boy, and how he carefully pulled the Chair out, placing his Plate of Lunch down while make it himself comfortable in the wooden Chair.

"Oh yeah? So are mine, to be honest." Kimi told her as he slide a little closer to the Edge of the Table. His Eyes went over to her Plate again, eyeing the Pineapple Pizza with a look of hidden disgust ─ he didn't want to outburst about it in the middle of an Restaurant; but deep down he already cursed and cried in Italian. "So . . . you like Pineapple Pizza?" he decided to start bringing it slowly up ─ he thought of Pineapple Pizza as Disgrace to actual Pizza; all those different Flavors, Pepperoni, just Cheese, Fungi and so many more.

And she chose Pineapple.

The Girl opposite of him nodded, the Smile remaining on her Lips, "Oh definitely!" she confirmed his ugliest Fears ─ a small unnoticeable Shiver even going through Kimi's System at her joyful Tone. "I mean, I also like a typical Pepperoni Pizza, or Tuna ─ but Pineapple is my Go To!" she added, making Things a little bit harder for the Italian ─ he didn't exaggerated, or well he actually did, but it just shot a Arrow through his Heart hearing someone as beautiful as her, praise something as disgusting as a Pineapple Pizza. It was a shame.

"Oh, that's . . . that's . . . yeah." he meant to start, but failed with his stutters ─ he wanted to lie so badly, but assumed that his Italian Accent would be a dead giveaway to his truest Opinion about Pineapple on Pizza. He sighed. "I'm so sorry, but why? Why Pineapple?" he just needed to know ─ he wanted to understand why someone would voluntarily eat this.

Instead of being offended, just what Kimi expected her Reaction to be, the Girl started to laugh ─ and wow, her laugh blew the Italian away; the full and brightness of her Smile in addition with the sound that echoed through his Ears. It was to die for ─ or at least to try more often to make her laugh, "I was expecting you to ask that!" she told him, her full laughters dying slowly down again. "And to answer it shortly: I just really love the Taste of Pineapple on Pizza."

"No! Please no!" Kimi exclaimed as quietly as possible, trying to sound soul deep offended by her Statement ─ when in Reality, he couldn't help the Smile that formed on his Lips. His Mind was occupied with the Fact of how easy it was to talk to her ─ she was basically still a Stranger, yet he sat here and joked and laughed around with her. "You don't understand how much that hurt my Italian Heart!" he added, holding his Hand over his Chest in simulated pain.

She started to laugh again, trying to hide the Plate of Pineapple Pizza with her Hands, "I'm so sorry for paining your poor Italian Heart!" she played along, watching as the curly Head leaned back in his Chair, joining in on her laughters. "How about I make it good to you? We could grab Ice Cream tomorrow!" she suggested to him, her Head titling to her Shoulder as she waited for his response.

Kimi needed a Moment ─ it caught him off guard how quickly this silly idiotic Conversation turned into her genuinely suggesting a kind Gesture; grabbing Ice Cream together? Well, not that he didn't mind ─ now that he actually wasted a Thought about it, he would've asked her out as Payback eventually, too; just that he actually had a Reason to do so, the Thought of her poor Ice Cream wasted like that by a Bump of his Shoulder lingering still in his Head.

But finally, his Head gave a confirming nod to her, "I mean, why not? But under a Provision ─ I'm paying for our Ice Cream." he offered, or well, he had actually already decided ─ it was just fair in his Eyes; even though she told him the Ice Cream from pervious was for free, he still insisted on paying for her.

"But I suggested it─"

"Doesn't matter ─ it's a Payback for earlier!" he had immediately cut her off, giving her a genuine Smile. "I still feel bad about bumping your Ice Cream to the Ground ─ even if it's less guilt now because you're a Pineapple Pizza Lover." he continued, snickering as he aw her very visible Eye Roller after the small Joke he added.

"Fine." she agreed, nodding her Head at him. "But I hope you know how expensive a single Scoop of Ice Cream is already." she continued, watching Kimi's Face turning from a smiley and happy one into a confused frown.

"No, I actually don't . . ." he admitted, looking down to his Plate, conflicted whether he should ask or not ─ right now, he was doing just fine imagining the Ice Cream to be not over $2. "And I'm too scared to ask now."

She smiled, amused, "You'll see."

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"FIVE DOLLARS for a single Scoop of Ice Cream?!" Kimi let a pained Exclaim out as the Display showed the Prices of his and her's Ice Cream Cone ─ his deep brown Eyes almost popped out when he saw the final sum; $20.75 for four Scoops of Ice Cream without whipped Cream, Sprinkles or any other fancy Charms.

"Told you." she bumped his Shoulder slightly, amused by how slowly and pained he put his Board Card onto the Scanner to pay for their Dessert. Kimi felt like being robbed of his entire Wealth, looking down at his own Ice Cream Cone with a bittersweet Taste ─ it looked no different to Ice Cream on solid Ground; so why the hell do they charge five Dollars for a single Scoop on here?!

"Why is it so expensive?" he eventually asked as they walked their way out of the Ice Cream Bar, bringing the Ice Cream up to his Mouth. "I mean . . . it does taste good, but five Dollars? That's a lot." he added, melting the Vanilla Ice Cream with the Tip of his Tongue.

"We're on a Cruise Ship, Kimi." she responded, suckling on her own Ice Cream. "Everything is, at least, two Dollars more expensive than on solid Ground ─ I dunno why, but my Parents said it's normal on Cruise Ships due some Ocean Law." she continued, shrugging her Shoulders as Kimi raised both his Eyebrows.

"Ocean Law? So Poseidon decided to make Ice Cream so expensive?" he joked, trying to get her to laugh again ─ something about her laughing whenever he said or did something funny made his Heart flutter. And he managed ─ she started to laugh, loud enough to pull the Attention from a few others around them.

"You know what? I think that sounds just right!" she meant, bumping his Shoulder a little. Kimi started to chuckle along, bumping her Shoulder back as they walked along the Promenade District of the Ship ─ a dry slide, a Coffee Shop and a few more Things that blew the Italian's Mind completely away; how? How does all that fit on a swimming mega sized Boat?

He sighed and looked back at her and her Ice Cream Cone, "I'm surprised you didn't choose Pineapple Ice Cream." he decided to tease her a little, succeeding when she rolled her Eyes and lightly punched him. He started to snicker, hiding his Face behind his Ice Cream. "But they also didn't have Pineapple Ice Cream so . . . are you occasionally also eating Strawberry on Pizza?" he continued, eyeing her Strawberry Ice Cream. He was handed another light punch against his Shoulder which caused another snicker to roll from his Lips.

"You're an Idiot." she insulted him, jokingly. "I doubt that something like that even exists ─ I mean, who would eat Strawberry Pizza? That sounds disgusting." she grimaced at the Thought of a crispy Pizza with Strawberry spread over the Tomato Sauce and Cheese.

Kimi thought about another teasing Remark, mentally, before he looked back at her with a cheeky Grin, "Probably the same People that think Pineapple can and should be put on Pizza."

"Oh come on!" she groaned, attempting to push her Ice Cream against the Tip of his Nose ─ Kimi leaned away, quickly, pretending to bump his Ice Cream against her Nose as Payback. The two Teenagers giggled, carelessly goofing around without noticing the Glances they received from some of the elder Passengers on Board ─ who all, apparently, didn't have to see two young Souls playing around, living their Life. Kimi ditched her Attempts to bump the Strawberry red Gelato against his Nose while he managed to land a hit, the Vanilla Cream bumping against the Tip of her Nose.

After a few Minutes, the two slowly stopped to goof around and pull Attention to them ─ instead, they walked through the lower Decks of the Ship, talking about their Lives, occasionally pointing at something they couldn't believe to fit on a Cruise Ship; they enjoyed spending time together, even if they had only known each other for roughly 24 Hours.

The time flew fast, soon enough Kimi's Phone started to buzz with a Message from the Family Groupchat ─ his Mother texted him, asking where he is and if he could finally come back to their Room. He sighed, letting the Phone slide back into his Pocket, "I have to go ─ my Mama wants me to come back to our Room." he told her, pouting a little bit; he wished to have spent a bit more time together with her, getting to know her even better.

"Then you should probably get going," she responded. "How about we'll hangout tomorrow again? Or maybe we go down together? You could ask your Parents and I'm gonna ask mine!" she suggested, looking at him with a tad of hope in her Eyes ─ Kimi thought about it, his Eyes widened; this wasn't a bad Idea. If his Parents wanted to explore the Destination again, he could ask if they'd be fine to do it together with her Family.

He nodded, eventually, "I will ─ let's meet at . . . Esagono Restaurant for Breakfast tomorrow, okay?" he added, giving her a Smile. "I'd recognize you even between hundreds of Guests." Kimi had no Idea where those Words suddenly came from ─ he had no clue why he said that; did it sound smooth? Kind of. But he was still embarrassed that he even loudly admitted that ─ it wasn't wrong; he'd definitely recognize her, even among Crowds.

She just nodded with a bright Smile ( and a weird Feeling inside her Stomach which she couldn't pin point what it was ), "See you at Breakfast."

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KIMI'S PARENTS were happy to see their Son thriving the past few Days on Vacation ─ in Comparison to his laziness on the first Sea Day, or how bored and tired he looked while exploring Puerto Plata, Kimi was looking a lot more energetic every time they got to see their Teenage Son; which was surprisingly not often anymore. Two Sea Days after another, the brunet curly Head had spent with her, further exploring the Ship, getting Ice Cream at the Ice Cream Bar as Apology for bumping hers out of her Hand in San Juan, or paying a Visit to the SportsPlex and watching a bunch of Kids driving Bumper Cars into each other ─ when she eventually managed to get Kimi to try it, too, for once; and they ended up in a fit of laughters instead of fulfilling the Cars Purpose of bumping against each other.

Eventually, Kimi introduced her to his Family which led to her introduced her Family to him and his ─ and the two Families coming together for every Breakfast and Dinner time from then on; while their Parents happily chatted about everything they did so far, their younger Siblings slowly becoming Friends, the two Teenagers got to know each other a lot more, too. He told her about his F1 Career, she told him about her Studies ─ he shared his Hobbies and some Stories from Friends with her, she did the same before they'd both catch themselves laughing a little too loud.

Time flew ─ their Families, including them, enjoyed the Bahamas and eventually a last Sea Day before they'd return to Miami for the Ship to gather new Passengers; Kimi caught himself worried that she might be one to check out after eight Days, but was lucky when she had appeared next to him on the Sun Deck, watching other Guests checking out, walking off the Gangway back into their Reality.

"Hey, are you and your Family going down in Costa Maya?" he asked as they watched a Family of five leaving the Ship behind ─ his Eyes went over to her for a Moment, watching her neutral, almost bored Expression as her Eyes laid down the Ocean Giant.

She shrugged her Shoulders in response, sighing, "I don't know ─ but you know my Parents by now." she meant, a lazy Smile forming on her Lips as a chuckle left his Lips ─ he nodded, in fact knowing her Parents by now; as much as she knew his.

"'Are we paying for the Ship, or the Destinations?'" the Italian imitated their Quartet of Parents, laughing heartedly ─ she joined him, not paying Attention to the few weird looks they got from the elder Passengers who laid on their Leans, sun tanking or taking a Nap.

"The Ship's huge ─ personally, I could spend 14 Days just on Water." she said, nodding her Head as she pushed herself off the Railing ─ Kimi mirrored her Actions, pushing himself off before they started to walk towards the Rear of Ship, passing a few Staff Members and Guests. "We should try the Skate Course in Costa Maya!" she added, excitedly.

"Why not tomorrow?" he asked her, confused.

"Tomorrow we're on Sea therefore it'll be full of People." she gave back, having a solid Point ─ with over six thousand Passengers, a bunch of them probably shared the same Idea of spending a Day on Sea with skating and having fun. "We should do it on Monday when everyone's busy exploring Costa Maya."

Kimi hummed, pretending to think about it ─ he already knew he'd agree to her Offer; after all, this sounded in his Ears (and delusional Mind) lowkey like a Date. . . but maybe he was really just starting to imagine Things after the past captivating Days with her together.

"Okay ─ let's go rollerskating on Monday!"

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"WHAT ARE you doing?" she asked, bursting out in laughters as she watched the curly Head almost dropping to the polished Floor, barely holding up by ending up doing a 360° on the Spot before he stopped, frozen like a Deer in Headlights. Kimi sheepishly chuckled as he tried to slide over to the Railing, not even rolling his rented Rollerskates as he just hoped to grab the Railing before he'd completely clown out in front of the most beautiful and funniest Girl he has ever met ─ even though he loved the sound of her laughing or even just chuckles, he didn't necessarily wanted to fool around in between a couple of other Passengers, especially since the Chances were high that a few of them knew him.

"I didn't know it was this hard!" he gave back, Hands holding onto the Railing with a almost rough Grip ─ he was still slipping a little bit, shaking in his Legs as he remained in a constant State of fear; he really didn't think it'd be that hard, maybe a little bit, but not harder than driving an F1 Car! He looked over his Shoulder to her, seeing how she skate on the Spot, back and forth, with ease ─ so he really was making a Fool of himself in front of her? Great. Just great.

"Like that, you'll never manage a Lap." she said, rolling over to him, leaning forward against the metal Railing ─ she had a soft Smile on her Lips as she let her Eyes go between his Face and his Hands, mentally making her Mind up on just taking his Hands in hers to help him do at least one Round. "Come on, give me your Hands!" her Hands were stuck out for him to take as she spoke.

Kimi's Eyes widened a little bit, surprised as he started to stutter a "ah" over and over again ─ he chose to not respond, instead lifting one Hand after another to grab after her Hands; and God, they were so soft, the opposite of his sweaty palms. He felt his Head heating up as he held her Hands, slowly and carefully being led away from the Railing by her, back onto the actual Skate Course. He didn't even dare to look at her, his Eyes remaining like a deadlock on the Floor, watching his shaky Knees and his Feet doing whatever they wanted to do.

"It works better if you don't look and just do." her Voice was soft, but the Italian registered them nevertheless, even over the screams and laughters of the other People around them ─ he didn't understand, or well, actually he did; he fell hard, love at first sight might be true, after all. Because he could hardly imagine ever moving on from this Vacation, and her.

"Really? I feel like I'd just fall again if I don't watch my Feet." he replied, awkwardly chuckling as he almost slipped off his Feet, again. His Body could handle 5 to 8 Gs in one of the fastest Machineries in the World, but refused to stand and roll on Rollerskates. "This is harder than driving an F1 Car."

"I doubt that." she chuckled, amused ─ her Hands were still clutching his, pulling him closer to her so he'd sped a little bit up; if only he'd stop looking down, he might actually he able to skate a little more freely. "Come on, Kimi. Don't think, just do."

His Eyes actually went up to her after that, a Eyebrow raised, "Did you just quote Maverick from Top Gun?" he asked, knowingly ─ she proudly nodded, one of her Hands letting off his as she noticed his Legs becoming more stable on the Rolls. Kimi didn't even notice yet, his Focus too caught up with her ─ he could look into her Face forever; into her Eyes and the contagious Smile on her Lips. She was so effortlessly beautiful, it almost pained his Heart that they'd probably never see each other again after this Vacation.

"Look at you!" her cheery Voice pulled him out of his Trance, his Mind coming up with the Fact that she has now entirely let off his Hands, and he actually kept himself up without shaky Legs and Instability ─ he looked down for a short Moment before he snapped back up to her, his Smile growing a little more proud; he did it, he managed to not fool himself out, for once!

"I did it!" he exclaimed, happily, as he followed her on the Skate Lane. His Smile widened a tad as he saw her excited Expression, the way her Hands clapped like a proud Mom that just witnessed her Child's first Steps.

"What did I say? It's easier when you don't look at your Feet!" he nodded at her Words, following her, his Hands still a little shaky and unsure hanging in the Air ─ but he was skating, without falling or rolling off. He was holding himself until he wasn't ─ but who would've expected a little Kid to drop their Board Card right on the Course, right in Kimi's Skate Line which almost ( almost !! ) knocked him entirely over if it wasn't for the most perfect Girl in front of him. Her Hands reached out for his again, grabbing onto them like they were fighting for their Lives, pulling him a tad too far forward ─ Kimi almost lost control, but eventually he collapsed onto her, dragging her with him to the Floor.

God, this was embarrassing, he wished to vanish into thin Air ─ but instead he landed with half his Body on her, their Legs tangled, her Hands suddenly on his Waist while his propped himself up so he wouldn't fall entirely onto her. Silence between them followed ─ Kimi just looked at her as his Face slowly turned a dangerous shade of red; maybe out of shyness, but mostly out of Embarrassment.

The first of many "I'm so sorry!" nearly left his Lips when she suddenly started to laugh, throwing her Head back while her Eyes squinted ─ unlike him, she found this Situation hilarious; them laying on the Floor, tangled together while others skated around them, simply refusing to care or help the two Teenagers up. The red Shade of his Face grew deeper as she started to laugh underneath him, his own Lips forming a small Smile. He memorized her, watching her laugh in awe ─ he never in his entire Life had felt with a Girl the way he felt around her. It was like he was in a real life Romcom Movie.

Eventually, they slowly got up from the Floor again ─ she helped him, holding his Hands as Kimi tried to remain still on the Rollerskates. "I think, Rollerskating isn't for me." he concluded, sheepishly chuckling as they slowly skated back to the Railing, leaving the Course again ─ it was close to Lunch Time, anyway; and Kimi's Stomach started to roar some unpleasant sounds.

"You did alright, though ─ promise, it wasn't as bad as it probably felt for you." she responded, stepping out of the Rollerskate Track. "I've seen People do worse ─ like my Dad, who knocked over a small Kid once." she told her new Friend. The Italian didn't know whether he should ask for the full Story or if he should leave it at that ─ but from the tiny Information he got, he was convinced enough that it could be worse than his Performance.

"Maybe I manage one day." Kimi replied, making his way slowly over to a Bench to sit down and get the Skates off his Feet ─ he watched her as she sat down next to him, starting to untie the rented Rollerskates. "Should we Burgers? Or maybe Hotdogs?" he asked her, starting to undo his Skates as well ─ she hummed, nodding I'm Agreement to his Suggestion about Lunch; who needs fancy Food anyway when you cam eat a customized Hotdog? She wouldn't say No ─ especially not to the curly Head Boy she had just met a few Days ago, but was already utterly enchanted by.

"A Hotdog Lunch Date with you sounds great." Kimi would've fainted right on the Spot if this was a Cartoon Movie ─ in Reality, he just blinked at her, his Face growing entirely red again; he just got rid of the embarrassing shade in his Face, and it only took one Sentence from her and boom! His Face was drowned in Ferrari red again.

"O-Oh yeah!" he stuttered in response ─ why did he stutter?! Oh my, he was acting like a Teenager with a Crush!

. . . Actually, he was exactly that ─ a Teenager with a Crush. Head over Heels, in love with a Girl he only knew because of her outrageous Pizza taste, or the lack of.

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KIMI WENT into the Cruise Vacation with not much Expectations for the Summer Break ─ apart from the little few Facts he has been caught from his Parents about the newest MSC Ship, he went into his Vacation with nothing much on his Mind. He didn't expect the Ship to be that big, include so much to attract Kids and Teenagers of all Ages, Restaurants with Food he hasn't ever seen on solid Ground, and so much more.

And now, thirteen Days later, he'd pack his Suitcases and Bags with bittersweet Taste on his Tongue ─ oh, and a Crush on a Girl that caused this bittersweet Taste because he still has not asked for her Number. No matter how much he swallowed, or tried to die down the Feeling, eventually his Mind drifted back to the last Day on his Summer Vacation ─ the last few Hours he would have with her, the Breakfast with her and her Family, laughters surrounding their Table in the Restaurant before they'd waved Goodbyes and most likely never see each other again.

His Parents noticed how absent their Son had been on the second to last Day ─ they noticed how he dreaded to pack his Suitcases and Bags, not because he didn't want to leave this Ship, but because he was frustrated with himself for being such a Loser; they knew he was yet to ask her for her Number.

But it reached a Point where his Parents couldn't just watch anymore and mentally be amused by his Behavior ─ the way he held the Teddy Bear Plush with Cruise Captain's Uniform, a Gift from her when they were exploring the Shopping Mile on the second last Sea Day, and letting the most Room filling and saddened sigh out ever. His Parents felt bad for him ─ still a tiny bit amused.

Some might say he'd overreact ─ eventually, his Parents probably exchanged Numbers with her Parents, right? Just that he blurred that Fact out, his entire Focus being on the Fact that not even Ollie was able to help him come up with a smooth way to ask a Girl for her Number WITHOUT making it seem like he's a Creep.

But no matter how much he dreaded the final Day, Miami eventually arrived again and with that also the end of the Cruise.

He stood leaned against the Railing of the Ship on the highest Deck, Backpack settled on back and Shoulders as he just waited for his Parents to be done with whatever they claimed to need to do before leaving the Ship ─ his little Sister went with them, leaving Kimi on his own for a last few Minutes before they'd checkout and drive to the Airport to fly back to Italy.

His Eyes flew over the City of Miami ─ or at least that what you could see from a Cruise Ship that was docked to it's own Terminal in PortMiami. He was deep in Thoughts, still thinking about his missed Opportunity to ask her for her Number ─ he assumed her to have already left the Ship after they finished Breakfast together, the endless Goodbyes and see you again"s of their Parents before their ways parted.

"Kimi!" a familiar Voice echoed through his Ears, the exclaimed sound voicing from a fair Distance to his current Position ─ his Head snapped around, Eyes being as wide opened as they could when he saw her jogging towards him. She wore her Backpack on Shoulders, a Baseball Cap on top of her Head and had as well a smaller Toten Bag slung around her Body ─ she looked equally ready to leave the Ship.

"Hey." the Italian turned away from the Railing, facing towards her as she came to a stop, a little bit out of breath as she held herself up on her Knees. "Did you run through 18 Decks up?" he asked, snickering slightly.

She shook her Head, straightening her Posture a little bit to look at him, "No, I did not ─ not 18 Decks, but probably 6 or 7." she gave back, leaning sideways against the Railing. "But it was worth it."

The curly Head hummed, raising an Eyebrow, "And why? Did you forget something?" he asked her, mirroring her Actions to lean a little bit against the Ship's Railing.

She chuckled a little, shaking her Head, "Not how you probably mean it, but I did forget something!" she told him, her Hand vanishing in the Pockets of her Pants to search for something. While she tried to grasp the something inside her Pocket, Kimi just looked confused at her, not being able to tell what she seemingly forgot before leaving the Ship ─ what probably had something to do with him, too; unless she wouldn't have come to him, right?

He wished it to be a piece of Paper with her Number on it ─ but he didn't allow himself to believe that this was it. But it would make the most Sense ─ her Family was supposed to check out, she forgot something and run up the Decks to him so she can give him his Number. He noticed how Romcomish that sounded ─ but so did the past eleven Days he spent with her.

"There it is!" she announced, pulling something folded out of her Pocket ─ for a second, Kimi allowed himself to dream and hope; but this was pretty quick smashed down when his Eyes caught the $20 Bill in her Hand. "For the Ice Cream you gave out in San Juan." she told him with a small Smile.

He looked confused, his Eyes switching between her Face and the $20 Bill in her Hand, "But I told you it's a Payback for bumping your Ice Cream to the Ground? You don't need to pay me back . . ." he eventually said back to her, shaking his Head slightly ─ it was amusing, how he has only known her for eleven Days and yet could say "that's so her" about the current Situation.

"Okay, but this is . . . a Payback for making you see me eat Pineapple Pizza! she replied, nodding her Head, proudly. Her Words caused a small Smile to form on his Lips, his Hand slowly lifting to just take the $20 Bill ─ he knew arguing wouldn't lead to anything here, so he voluntarily gave in; even if he'd much rather wanted her to keep the Money.

He took the Money Bill from her, squeezing it in his Fist as his Smile turned bittersweet ─ maybe this wasn't even a "goodbye", but rather a "see you again"; nevertheless, he actually did not want to leave this Cruise Ship. Even if they'd stay in Contact, she lived Hours away from him and with their Schedules, her starting College soon while he's almost every Week away for Races all around the World, he doubt he'd actually be able to meet up with her more than once all two Months, if even.

Maybe they were meant to be just Friends for the Summer ─ like in every cliché bittersweet Novel where two People just got a Summer to spend before their ways would forever part.

"So. . ." she started, shifting on her Feet from left to right, Hands folded behind her back. "See you again?" she asked, titling her Head a little bit as she watched his Reaction. Kimi parted his Lips to say something, but stayed quiet ─ in response, he just nodded his Head.

"See you again, yeah." he confirmed, quietly. He turned around, leaning further against the Railing when he felt her stepping a little bit closer to him ─ yet, before he could say anything, she pressed her Lips against his right Cheek, a soft Kiss being left on his Skin, and a tingling Feeling spread through his entire Body.

He was frozen, not having expected her to give him a Kiss as Farewell ─ despite the frozen Muscles, his Mind went insane, his Body Heat shooting up within a Second. For him, it felt like the Kiss on the Cheek lasted Minutes ─ he was drunk of the Feeling from her soft Lips against his clean Skin. In Reality, the Cheek Kiss lasted strong eight Seconds before she pulled away again, stumbling backwards.

"My Family's waiting for me," she started, slowly turning around on her Heel. "I'll see you again, Kimi!" were her last Words before she fully turned around, jogging away before he could say anything in response. He was left standing there, still a little caught by the Kiss on the Cheek.

It took him a Minute or so until he'd snap back into Reality ─ mostly due his younger Sister nudging his Arm slightly with a giggle. He turned his Head around, seeing his Parents walking their way towards him and his Sister, "We're done ─ we can check out!" his Father informed him, patting his Son's Shoulder before continuing to head towards the Doors which lead back inside the Cruise Ship.

Kimi nodded, watching his Family walking ahead before he slowly began to follow them ─ he unclenched his Fist as they stood in the Staircase, unwrapping the $20 Bill to put it into the Pocket of his Shorts instead.

But he stopped as he had it unwrapped ─ in the middle of the Stairs down to Deck fifteen, he stood looking with wide Eyes onto the supposed $20 Bill in his Fingers; though, it wasn't a $20 Bill. It wasn't a Bill, at all.

It was a Piece of Paper with the Design of a $20 Bill ─ and something delicate written on the white Side of it.

It didn't necessarily take a Genius to figure out what was written on the opposite of the Paper.

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final august note ✷ i had sososo much fun writing this ahh!!! i have a lot of done/half finished oneshots in my drafts, but this one is my favorite by far ! 🥹 also yeah this lowkey sucks, but the idea eats and that's all that matters to me (i'ill proofread and edit it eventually anyway so).

for anyone that thinks it's unrealistic to make friends so quick, you definitely haven't been on a cruise vacation before 😭😭 it goes so fast and easy, mainly because you know it's only for a few days anyway so fuck it.

PINEAPPLE ICE CREAM coming soon.

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The Look (M)

You gon' give me that look, look, look, look-look

You don't have to tell me that it's mine

When you give me that look, look, look, look-look

You said everything with just your eyes

🔊 the look - ali gatie, kehlani (spotify | soundcloud) 🔊

• Pairing: Seonghwa x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Smut

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 16.1k

• Summary: You’ve been perfectly normal since sleeping with Seonghwa that one night. You haven’t been thinking about him more than necessary. And you definitely haven’t been fighting the urge to voice these dangerous thoughts inside your head. You were perfectly fine…

• Warnings/themes: pining, acknowledging feelings, a very necessary discussion, drinking, swearing, jealousy, crying, OC is struggling, Hwa is just… 🫠💕, making out, grinding, oral (m. and f. receiving), face-fucking, c*me swallowing, face-sitting, squirting, fingering, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, praise, body worship, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple positions, cuddles, aftercare

• Notes: C'mon guys; did you really think I was gonna just leave these two alone after what went down in part 1? 😏 And I am SO sorry for how long this took to come out, writing doesn't come to me as easily nowadays, so I have to take it slow and steady. I at least hope this was worth the wait 💕 and shoutout to @sweetinsaniiity for the beta! 🥰

• Taglist: @minttangerines @minisugakoobies @kiestrokes @hyunjinsjeans @chngbnwf @syubseokie @marsstarxhwa @trivia-134340 @suluhwa @prodsh00ky @potatomountain @am3thyst-rose @tea4sykes @fancypeacepersona @ashlv @miksancheese

Make Me Water | The Look

You couldn’t step outside any sooner.

As soon as the glass door behind you slid closed and muffled the music and voices inside, you took a large gulp of air.

When you entered the party over two hours ago, you didn’t expect to be feeling like your emotions had been going through the wringer.

Jongho sent a group text out late last week, asking if everyone was up for a get-together Saturday night. The catch was that he planned to invite more than usual, a mix of familiar faces and strangers. No one objected, looking forward to the break from the usual small gatherings.

You took a rideshare with Sakura to Jongho’s place, Ningning already there since early that morning. This info only fueled you and your friend’s speculation on the drive, wondering whether there was something going on between the two.

Just as you pulled up outside, you spotted a familiar car parked ahead– one that opened its doors and revealed just who was occupying it. But it wasn’t all of the four men stepping out that froze you from getting out.

No, it was the one coming from the passenger side, clad in a black leather jacket and jeans that emphasized his long, slender legs.

You knew from the jump that Seonghwa was coming to the party, but every time you saw him or even thought of him, your stupid heart flipped in on itself. This had been happening ever since the two of you conducted the ‘experiment’ at his place last month. While the immediate results were successful, what occurred afterwards was not ideal.

Something was wrong. But when did it happen, was what you had been asking yourself.

It wasn’t when you decided to spend the night at his place after the deed was done, feeling too tired to drive home, nor was it when you helped him change his sheets, flopping on playfully after taking a shower. Did it happen while you used the last bit of your energy to watch your friend pull the weeds around his village?

No.

Those were all normal occurrences between the two of you. Nothing different.

Even waking up in the morning to the smell of Seonghwa making breakfast was nothing new. If it was your place instead, the roles would be reversed. You trudging out to see him bent over a cutting board didn’t hit you with a sense of unfamiliarity. Everything seemed fine at the moment.

But looking back now, maybe it wasn’t all simple.

You remembered pausing in your stride when Seonghwa’s voice greeted you, still raspy from sleep. The gravel was a reminder of what was whispered into your ears the previous night. Even though you shook the warm feeling off and continued approaching him, it returned when you helped with prep. Every time your fingers or shoulders brushed, tingles would travel down your spine. It got to the point where you nearly sliced your finger off when cutting up some fruit, prompting Seonghwa to lightly scold you and ask you to sit and leave the work to him.

All you could do was watch from the table, head spinning at whatever the fuck was going on with you that morning. But you figured it was a temporary slip that would get better after a few days.

Oh, how you were so wrong.

Every moment you spent around Seonghwa, whether it be one on one or with your group, all you could think about was him.

It wasn’t just limited to inappropriate thoughts, like picturing his head between your legs or his lean body above you, fucking you nice and slow. It would also be more modest daydreams, like holding his hands as you walk down the street or cuddling in bed.

Either way, they were messing you up. Badly.

It didn’t help that the two of you had to play it cool in front of the others, unaware of what went down. To them, nothing had changed between you guys and it was imperative that they still kept that view. God knows what kind of chaos could ensue if any of them found out. Especially Wooyoung.

But your stupid emotions just kept causing problems.

Sleeping with him unleashed something that you tried to shove deep down for a while.

A feeling that started…well, you’re not quite sure when. All you know is that you found yourself asking if there was a chance.

A chance of something more than what the two of you currently had.

Or were you just being delusional? Sex alone didn’t always equal romantic feelings; you knew this, able to have physical relationships without that issue. But that was with anyone…and this wasn’t just any regular person.

This was Seonghwa.

He was…someone special.

Someone who you could see yourself being with, no hesitation. But did he feel the same way?

Probably not.

Especially with how many options he had in partners; why bother with you when he could chase after anyone else?

A lump started to form in your throat as you stared out into the faint city lights.

There was already one person here tonight that was interested in pursuing him and it was shaping up to be a success, much to your dismay.

Sakura had brought her roommate, Karina, as her plus one, introducing her to everyone with enthusiastic flourish.

You could see why, the woman being striking with her long, raven hair, full lips that easily stretched into a smile and the mole beneath said cushions. You swore that a couple of the other partygoers stumbled over their hellos, Mingi included as he tried not to spill his overflowing drink as they shook hands. The playful pinch and coo you gave him was followed by a grumble before he stomped away with reddened ears.

Karina blended into the festivities easily, eventually ending up on one of the loveseats with you, Sakura and a tipsy Ningning that decided to plop on your lap.

“Okay, I take back what I said this morning.”

“Oh? What was it exactly that you said?” teased Sakura.

Karina rolled her eyes at her roommate’s purposefully dense tone. “That you were going to be dragging me to a boring party when I could be at home watching my cooking shows.”

Sakura grinned like a devil, leaning into her and wiggling. “See?! I make good decisions sometimes!”

“Sometimes, being the key word, “ your quip was followed by a hand coming up to bat at your nose, yelping with laughter as you leaned back from the offender.

“Aish, Sakura, you almost made me fall!” whined Ningning as she tightened her arms around your shoulders.

“Girl, that’s your own fault. There’s plenty of room on the couch, sit!”

“No—” Her petulant rebuttal came with a press of her burning cheek to yours. “—Y/N is comfier.”

You chuckled, giving her upper back a gentle rub. “I appreciate the compliment, Ning, even if my legs are starting to fall asleep.”

The subtle comment seemed to go completely over the inebriated girl’s head as she simply beamed and snuggled into you further. While the four of you continued to converse, you noticed how Karina kept looking off in a certain direction every so often, lingering for a few seconds before returning to the group. This action didn’t escape Sakura, squinting her eyes as she poked her friend.

“And just what has your eyes wandering off like that, missy?”

Karina’s shoulders straightened as she now donned a sheepish smile.

“Oh…just looking around.”

“Uh huh…”

Clearly, Sakura didn’t believe her as she started putting two and two together while staring off wherever the other was looking. This prompted you and Ningning to look as well with curiosity, landing on a small group of men hanging out by the entrance to the kitchen.

“Mm, looks like someone is taking in her options tonight.”

“Oh?”

Sakura’s observation seemed to be on point as Karina became even more timid.

“And just who are we looking at?” You playfully interrogate.

There were four candidates talking and laughing on the other side of the room; Wooyoung, Mingi, his roommate Jisung and Seonghwa. All good options.

“Well…it’s…um, shoot.”

“What?”

“I forgot his name.”

“Hm?”

Ningning leaned forward and pointed towards the group. “Which one?”

Sakura smacked her hand down in panic. “Pabo, don’t point, you’ll make it obvious!”

“Ow! Abuse!”

Shaking your head, you patted Ningning’s back to calm her down before giving Karina an apologetic grin.

“Please excuse her, she’s a silly drunk. Just narrow it down and we’ll tell you his name.”

The woman gave you an appreciative look before peeking at the group again. “The tall, slender one in the leather jacket. With the short black hair.”

All three of you became quiet, glancing at each other with astonished expressions, especially you. She was eyeing up—

“Seonghwa?”

Karina nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Mhm.”

You continued to watch her, feeling a hint of…something. Not sure what it was, you push it aside and gaze at the object of your own affections, lips twitching as he threw his head back and laughed at whatever madness Wooyoung said.

“Okay, Karina, I see you!” teased Sakura as she slyly elbowed her roommate, resulting in a push from her.

“Don’t tease me, Sakura!”

“Hey, hey, no teasing on my end, for once.”

“Seriously—” Ningning smiled encouragingly. “—you have good taste! Ah, not like the others aren’t good choices too!”

The flub made all four of you laugh and you forgot about the odd sensation that was brewing in favor of the sudden humor.

“He’s gorgeous, can you blame me?”

A small smile graced your face as you replied, “No, not at all.”

You weren’t bothered by Karina looking Seonghwa over, really. It was human nature to take in the appearance of someone as stunning as him, whether you wanted to or not. You did something of the sort the first time you had met your friend, often doing glances out of the corner of your eye as your brain tried to comprehend how a man like him existed in real life.

It still stumped you, to this day.

Thinking that the gossip was over, you brought your cup up to sip before coming up with another topic to speak on.

“He’s not seeing anyone, is he?”

Until that question made you halt suddenly, spilling some of the liquid onto your chin.

“Or maybe—” Karina gazed at all three of you individually. “—he’s spoken for by one of you?”

Sakura was swift to scrunch her nose and shake her head, her blonde waves smacking her cheeks.

“God no, that’d be like dating my brother!”

Ningning responded to the look with her own rejection, peach-colored lips in a large pout.

“Nope. I’ve…got my eye on someone else.”

And then there was you.

You had to remain calm while staring into Karina’s dark eyes, but it was suddenly difficult. It was like she had thrown ice water on you with that inquiry. It woke you up to the truth of just what your standing was with Seonghwa.

Well…he wasn’t yours.

The two of you may have pleasured each other and whispered lustful words that one night, but after you left his place, it was back to just being friends. No acknowledgment of what occurred. No requests to have a repeat. Just platonic affection. Just…back to normal.

He was not yours.

You had to spend the last month acting like you never played the encounter in your head on repeat both around him and when you were alone. You kept your cool and remained nonchalant as his fingers flew over his controller, despite wanting to feel them all over your body again. And you smiled and pretended to be happy for him when he had a couple of dates, having to swallow your guilt at the happiness you felt when they didn’t work out and you had to reassure him that he’d be successful one day.

Successful with someone that wasn’t you.

He was not fucking yours.

Trying not to let the sudden wave of sadness drown you, you replied smoothly, “He’s a free agent.”

Karina seemed to take this as a green light, watching Seonghwa with a sharper eye.

“I see…”

After that, you tuned out the encouragement Sakura and Ningning were giving her, not really wanting to participate in fake behavior. You were ready to chug the rest of your drink, only to find nothing but a few drops scattered inside the plastic.

Dammit. You needed another one. Now.

“Excuse me, Ning.”

Your gentle push of your friend made her scoot off your lap, allowing you to stand up. Giving your slightly numb legs a moment to recover, you were quick to make your way to the kitchen, inevitably passing the group hanging out nearby. You tried not to make eye contact with Seonghwa, knowing he’d catch on to your mood change and ask what was going on. Luckily, he was deep into a conversation with Jisung, only noticing you were walking by at the last second before he was approached by another partygoer.

The kitchen became your safe zone for a moment, letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

“Y/N, buddy!”

A thick arm wrapped around your shoulders before you were face to face with a ruddy-cheeked Jongho.

“Welcome to the kitchen!”

His slurred yet endearing words managed to crack a tiny smile from you, giving his head a pat in acknowledgment.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome! Oh, is Ningning still over there?”

Before he even finished, he looked through the half-window to eagerly search for said girl through the small crowd.

“She sure is. Why don’t you go get her? I think my legs will need to be amputated if she continues to sit on them.”

Like the fourth of July, the younger man’s face lit up. “Oh no, we can’t have that! I’ll go take over and be her personal cushion!”

Jongho released you and speed-walked out of the room, leaving you to blink rapidly at the brief encounter. Something about those two raised flags for you, but you were a little too in your feelings tonight to investigate.

You schooled your face into a neutral expression as you approached Wooyoung, mixing some kind of brew in a large punch bowl.

“Woo.”

He glanced up from his concoction to grace you with a cheeky grin. “Hey you! Having fun?”

The time of your fucking life.

“Mhm. What’s that?”

Wooyoung hummed playfully as he continued stirring, “Just playing chemist right now. The last time I made this, everyone who drank it got wild!”

“Wild, huh?” You muttered as you watched the liquid swirl around.

It might be just what you needed right now.

Holding out your empty cup, you answered his surprised expression with a firm, “Fill me up.”

The shock was quick to turn into giddiness.

“Ohoho, someone’s being adventurous tonight! Coming right up!”

As he used the ladle to pour, you had a sneaking suspicion that you would regret this in the morning.

Right now though?

This was your temporary savior.

You couldn’t decide whether Wooyoung needed to stay away from bartending or keep up at it as you were only halfway through your drink and feeling a hard buzz.

Even though buzz was putting it lightly.

Your entire body was on the verge of overheating, eyelids heavy and fingers and toes vibrating as you stumbled through the apartment. At least you weren’t the only one suffering the effects, having heard retching as you passed by the closed bathroom door.

But the upside of this was that right now, you couldn’t give a single fuck.

You only focused on going wherever your feet led you, shooting smiles to familiar faces, even if some of them looked a little blurry. There was a gaggle of dancing going on by the TV, the occupants moving to the song blaring out of the Bluetooth speaker. The alcohol gave you the strength to join them, hoping it would keep you from falling asleep.

Except a warm, strong hand wrapped around your bicep, halting your stride.

With a frown, your head whipped to the side (ooh, too fast), vision fuzzy for a second as you landed on whoever grabbed you.

…oh crap.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

Seonghwa’s voice was calm yet concerned, his eyes looking you over with scrutiny. He could probably tell how far gone you were right now.

“Of course I am. I’m at a party. I’m having fun.”

Your drawl didn’t mean to come out like that, internally wincing at the taken aback reaction he had to your sarcasm.

“Wooyoung said you had some of his rum punch…you do know how strong that stuff is, don’t you?”

God, why did he have to be so caring? It made you want to kiss him silly, but push him away at the same time.

Clicking your tongue, you went for the latter, albeit gently. “I do, which is why I had it. Why aren’t you drinking it?”

Your brain didn’t realize until it was too late that you poked his nose, receiving a humored scrunch.

“Because I want to make it home in one piece. Just promise me you’ll drink some water soon, okay?” stated Seonghwa.

“Yes mother.”

With that, you continued on your journey to the makeshift dance floor, unaware of the gaze still on your figure.

As soon as you approached them, Ningning was quick to spot you and pull you in by your hand, sandwiching your body between her and Sakura.

“Has Hell frozen over? You’ve actually come to dance?”

You laughed at your friend’s stunned yet giddy declaration, leaning back onto her. “Yup! Come on, show me what you can do!”

With that, the next few moments had you in a daze, the alcohol warming your veins and clouding your mind as you writhed against the group of bodies. It was mainly you and the girls dancing on each other, occasionally joined by a sloshed Mingi or a whooping Wooyoung, resulting in you nearly pissing yourself laughing.

This was what you deserved.

To not think about your jumbled emotions and the source of them. It was going to be a problem for another day.

But then you looked up and froze as you realized that you were being watched closely.

By Seonghwa, of all people.

He was leaning against a wall on the other side of the room, laser-focused on the way you grinded on Sakura. It was hard to tell what he was thinking about the scene, face impassive as he had one hand in his jacket pocket and the other holding a drink.

You were going to shake it off and return to dancing until you studied him closer and realized just how he was looking at you.

The way his eyes were fixated on you brought you back to that fateful night in his bed. How he gazed at you whenever his fingers were deep inside or his cock was pounding away at you. The clear memory of it brought a pang of arousal to your lower half, but it was only made worse by what Seonghwa did next.

That motherfucker ran that sinful tongue of his over his plush lips. Slowly. While staring into your eyes.

Godammit.

Needing to escape before you did something you might regret, you sped off towards the hallway, quickly throwing a ‘be right back’ to your dancing companions. Thank goodness the bathroom door was open this time, allowing you to jump inside and shut it behind you. Leaning against the wood and closing your eyes, your head spun as you realized how much that simple look affected you.

Your heart hammered beneath your ribcage and your chest rose and fell rapidly while you tried to calm down. You were drunk. You were drunk and yet you still let him get to you.

You were a mess.

At some point, a knock sounded on the door before you heard a voice asking to hurry up so they could relieve themselves. You were sitting on the plush bathtub rug as you tried to get your bearings, not realizing how long you had been in here. Swallowing hard, you pulled yourself up on unsteady legs. Exiting the bathroom and shooting the waiting person an apologetic smile, you made your way back into the festivities.

The dancing crew seemed to break up a bit by now, spotting a few of them gathered around the coffee table with Uno cards scattered. Judging by the scowls on Wooyoung and Sakura’s flushed faces as they yapped at each other, the game was starting to get intense.

You took advantage of this large view to wander around the room with your eyes, only stopping when they landed on two specific people.

Seonghwa stood with Karina in the kitchen smiling and conversing, visible through the partial window.

The sight alone made your stomach turn a little, but what you saw next almost made your dinner come back up.

The woman placed her hand on the arm of his leather jacket, leaning up to whisper something into his ear. Something that made Seonghwa’s eyes widen before he shot her a bashful smile.

Of course.

She’s making her move.

Like you told her, he was a free agent. Meaning you had no right to get upset over watching them flirt.

But you were. You were upset and it hurt to see someone taking an opportunity that you wanted for yourself.

You couldn’t watch this anymore.

And so you were out on this balcony alone, trying to hold yourself together over a man you had no claim on…and failing miserably.

The more you went back on it, the larger the lump got and the blurrier your vision became. And it wasn’t from the liquor.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

You were so fucking screwed.

The sound of the sliding door opening from behind made you straighten up and whip your head around, only for your heart to both swell and sink at who it was.

“There you are!”

Seonghwa closed the door as he stepped out, the onslaught of laughter from indoors being silenced again.

“I didn’t see you around for a moment and got worried.”

Clearing your throat, you asked, “Did you think I left?”

He shrugged, standing next to you now. “No, just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Despite your conflicted emotions, you couldn’t hold back from smiling shakily at his concern. “Thanks. I’m fine, I just…wanted some fresh air.”

Seonghwa nodded in understanding, mirroring your previous position and resting his chin on one of his fists.

“Understandable. I think Sakura and Wooyoung are getting a little too into Uno.”

Remembering how the duo started swapping insults over a stacked draw four made you shake your head.

“Well, if there’s blood when we go back in, we know what happened.”

After he gave a hum, it was quiet, save for the sounds of cars passing by on the street and the occasional pedestrian. It was funny, really. How his presence could calm yet stir you up, trying to keep your composure steady.

Your warring thoughts were interrupted when you felt a nudge to your shoulder, looking down to see Seonghwa pushing his head into you.

“Y/N~”

His drawn out call of your name couldn’t help but make you giggle a bit.

“Someone’s feeling good.”

“Sure am,” Seonghwa smiled playfully, giving you another nudge.

Receiving an endearing grin only lowered your guard even further. “Seonghwa, did you drink something else?”

“Mhm, Karina grabbed me another.”

And just like that, the walls were back up.

“Oh…”

Your flat reply preceded you turning your head to look out again, remembering just why you came out here in the first place.

“…are you alright?” Seonghwa asked.

Not at all.

“I am. Just…that rum punch is getting to me a little.”

You hoped that would be the end of it, but no. His hand came up to gently rub your upper back, sending a torrent of sensations through you.

“Do you want some water?”

“No, no, I’ll be fine. Thank you, Hwa,” you shook your head, rejecting his offer.

A short period of silence occurred before long fingers came up to cradle your chin and turn your head in his direction, giving you an expression that was a complete 180 from before.

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Nothing but sheer sincerity was in his dark eyes. It was a familiar sight.

But then your alcohol-influenced brain remembered that those same eyes had gazed at you with such hunger that one night.

Godammit.

The reminder made you shiver visibly, causing Seonghwa to straighten his posture, immediately removing his leather jacket and draping it over your shoulders. He must have thought you were cold.

Too sweet.

“Thank you...” you smiled tightly.

“Mhm,” he nodded. “It is getting a bit chilly out here. Maybe we should go back inside.”

A bolt of panic shot through you. Going back in would mean allowing him to run into Karina again. Who knows what will happen this time?

The way you should’ve reacted was to calmly divert him from that, encouraging him to spend some more one on one time with you.

Not grab his damn wrist like a loon.

The sudden action had Seonghwa’s eyes widening in bewilderment, not used to this sort of reaction from you. Realizing your misstep, you swiftly released him, cradling your hands to your chest with mortification.

“I-I’m sorry…”

You couldn’t look at his face right now. The crack on the floor of the balcony seemed a lot more intriguing instead.

“Y/N…are you feeling alright?” Seonghwa frowned.

Great, now he sounded worried. Idiot, Y/N, idiot!

“I am…I am,” you stuttered.

That didn’t come out as nonchalant as you expected, a wobble in your tone as you tried to compose yourself. Looking through the glass door, the bright lights and liveliness of the party seemed to be more appealing than the current awkward situation.

Adopting a chipper inflection, you turned towards the festivities and offered, “You’re right, why don’t we go back inside? The temperature is starting to drop.”

But just as you were about to reach for the handle, long fingers wrapped around your own with a bit of force.

The action startled you, glancing up to see Seonghwa scrutinizing you…hard.

“Wh-What is it?” You stammered, avoiding eye contact.

“Something’s bothering you.”

His blunt response had your hackles raising as alarm bells began ringing in your head. Your friend wasn’t wrong, at all, but this was not a topic you wanted to discuss with him right now. Especially on the balcony of a house party.

“No, there’s not.”

Your defensive reply only made his thick brows knit, clearly not believing you.

“Y/N.”

The firmness in your name made your stomach turn a bit, the feeling that he wouldn’t let this go so easily was starting to take a hold. Shaking your hand from his, you made a start for the door again, only to have his lean figure stand in your way. A curse of frustration left your lips lowly at his action.

Damn his stubborn, pretty ass!

“Seonghwa, let me—“

“No.”

Now you could hear and see the irritation, your heart skipping as his expression turned into a borderline scowl before he crossed his arms.

“If you think I’m going to allow you to go back in there like this, you’re out of your mind. I’m not letting you in until you tell me what’s wrong.”

You tried, tried to protest again, but your words died the longer he stared you down. He meant it; no way in hell were you going inside without airing your grievances. If the two of you were staying on this balcony all night long, then so be it.

The realization made you sigh heavily, bringing your hands up to hold your face as you tried to keep your cool. For a moment, nothing was said until Seonghwa’s now softer voice came out.

“Is everything alright?”

You moved your hands so he could hear you. “No, it’s not.”

You uncovered your face, revealing an expression that projected the troubles that had been plaguing you for the last month. Strong enough to make Seonghwa’s stare diminish.

“I don’t know what to do, Seonghwa. Ever since we…had sex, I feel like something changed,” you admitted.

He looked somewhat confused as he asked, “In…in what way?”

The wryest of smiles graced your lips. “Depends on how you look at it.”

The other bit his bottom lip, looking even more concerned now. “I…just talk to me, Y/N.”

Something told you that your friend was ready to listen close, so you mustered up every millimeter of courage to begin.

“It’s like…every time I’m around you, I’m feeling conflicted.” You directed your gaze to his neck, not having the guts to look into his eyes just yet. “Whether we’re with friends or one on one, I…I get distracted.”

“How so?”

You swallowed the pebble sitting in your throat. “I, well…I keep thinking about that night.”

Seonghwa made a humming sound, crossing his arms. “When we…”

You finished his sentence with a ‘yeah’.

“What exactly do you think about?”

He wasn’t going to make this easy for you, was he?

Fighting the urge to jump off the balcony, you forced yourself to make eye contact with him now.

“…everything.”

When your friend raises a brow in question, you continue, “How…how you managed to prove me wrong. How you took care of me. How…good you made me feel.”

That last part made something in his expression shift, but it was only for a split second. “Is it bothering you?”

“It…is, but not in the way you think…”

With the look of confusion on his face, the dam was released and you just…spilled.

“You know, I’ve always felt…something towards you. But I didn’t want to pursue it. I was always terrified that it would fuck up whatever we already had going on.”

The slight tic in Seonghwa’s face was missed as you peered down at your shoes.

“But then you came to me with that offer and I couldn’t resist…I thought it would be okay to indulge. I can do this with no strings attached, right?” Your nervous laughter quickly dissolved into a stressful sigh. “I guess I bit off more than I could chew.”

Understatement of the century right there.

“Do you regret it?”

His question came out cautiously, almost as if he was afraid of your answer.

“That’s the thing…I don’t.”

Something seemed to shift in the night air when you said that…or maybe you were just imagining things. But you continued to express your thoughts without missing a beat.

“If I went back to that night when I asked you to show me what you know, I wouldn’t take it back. I—”

You clasped your hands and watched your fingers twiddle as you murmured, “—I had such an amazing time.”

“But that’s not the main problem, is it?”

Seonghwa’s directness caused you to wince, shaking your head while still looking down.

“You’re right. I wouldn’t be even out here on this stupid balcony if it was as simple as that,” you admitted with a bite to your tone. All of a sudden, a small but strong wave of frustration overcame, making you stomp your foot and let out a disgruntled curse.

“Godammit. It was just supposed to be sex, that’s all! A fun night together! So why…”

And as quickly as it came, the flames died down into cold ashes, leaving you in a state of despair as you lamented, “Why can’t I stop thinking about you?”

If Seonghwa had anything to say at that moment, you wouldn’t let him as everything began to spill out once again.

“I can’t even say it was just the sex, it’s way past that at this point. Do you know how hard it is to hold myself back when you’re around? I keep wanting to hold your hand or kiss you or…well, have a repeat of that night.”

Now you had to get to the crux of what pushed you to get some space outside.

“But then I kept seeing Karina with you tonight and it reminded me that we’re just friends and nothing more. Who am I to stop you from seeing other women, right?”

A bitter laugh came out.

“Even though we were hanging out most of the time, I tried to convince myself that she wouldn’t be a good match for you. That’s how bad I have it for you, Hwa; I’m making up things that aren’t true about this girl who’s been nothing but nice to me the whole night.”

“Y/N.”

“And it’s so stupid because she doesn’t deserve that and you’re single and allowed to see whoever you want, but every time I looked over, I got so upset and wanted to tell her to get away from you.”

“Y/N.”

“Even getting borderline drunk didn’t help, I couldn’t stop thinking about it until I came out here. Maybe I should have just gone home, this is all too much for me to—”

“Y/N!”

A small shout of your name was what broke your string of words, finally whipping your head up to take notice of Seonghwa.

Specifically the guilt-ridden expression he donned.

“You...this is what’s been bothering you?”

All you could manage was an unsteady nod, lips pursed and trembling.

“Shit. Come here.”

His gentle invitation came in the form of his arms opening, waiting for you to step into them. You wasted no time in doing so, pressing your face into his shoulder, inhaling his signature scent mixed with laundry detergent. Seonghwa’s arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace, a hand coming up to rub your back in comfort. The motion alone caused the back of your eyes to begin burning.

“Y/N…I’m so sorry that you’ve been feeling this way. I didn’t think it was going to affect you that much.”

You felt his nose press into your temple before he whispered, “I wish you told me earlier.”

Swallowing around the lump in your throat, you stammered, “I…I couldn’t. It was too embarrassing.”

With a sigh, he stroked your hair immediately.

“Don’t ever be embarrassed. If something like this is bothering you, I want you to let me know, no matter how insignificant you think it is, okay?”

The wordless nod you gave didn’t seem to be enough for him as he tightened his grip and repeated firmly, “Okay?”

“O-Okay,” you croaked out.

Seonghwa hummed in approval, the noise vibrating against your chest and nearly drowning out the rapid pace of your heartbeat. That was all you could hear as he continued to hold you in silence, taking a moment to let your confession sink in. When he decided to return to the conversation, you were blindsided by what he said.

“Actually, I’m…I’m glad you said something about it.”

His words came out hesitant and timid, bringing confusion.

“You…you are?”

“Yes. Now—” A low exhale interrupted his mid-sentence. “—now I can tell you everything that’s been on my mind.”

Everything on his mind? Was there something bothering him as well? Whatever it was, you remained quiet to give him the floor to speak.

“You know…after I said what I said to you in the kitchen that time, I wanted to kick myself. ‘Why did I say that, she must think I’m a pervert!’.”

His recollection made your lips twitch for a moment.

“But then you accepted…I couldn’t believe it.”

The awe in his voice eased your troubles momentarily, flattered at his recollection to your response.

“I kept thinking that maybe I heard you wrong…but when you showed up on my doorstep, I realized that it was really happening.”

“Were you…excited?” You inquired curiously with a small smile.

Seonghwa chuckled next to your ear, the heat making a thrill shoot down your spine. “Excited. Nervous. Ready to run out the second you saw me naked.”

For the first time in over an hour, you giggled, picturing the possibility of him jetting out while nude.

“But I was ultimately happy that you trusted me enough to do that with you, because…”

His sentence trailed off, making you frown as he seemed to be holding back now. Refusing to let him, you stepped out of the embrace and gave him a taste of his own medicine by grabbing his shoulders and staring into his eyes with stern encouragement.

“Because?”

Seonghwa realized what you were doing and chewed on his lower lip for a moment. The lighting out here wasn’t the strongest, but even with that, you could see his cheeks and ears begin to flush red. With a deep breath, he admitted, “Would you be mad if…if I said I always wanted to touch you?”

Your jaw dropped and your eyes nearly popped out of your skull at the stunning revelation.

He always…what?

“Hwa…a-are you just saying this to ease my mind?”

Your friend vehemently shook his head, still keeping his deep brown eyes locked on yours as he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Not at all. I wouldn’t lie to you, not about that.”

“And…how did you feel, getting to touch me?”

You swore there was a twinkle in his eyes as his lips peeled back. “I was fucking ecstatic.”

His behavior that night supported his confession, yes, but—

“But I’m sure once you got your fill, that was enough.”

Your pessimistic words made the smile on his face fall, realizing too late that you said the wrong thing. When you were about to open your mouth and take it back, Seonghwa interrupted with an irked tone.

“I’m almost offended to hear that.”

Now his eyes narrowed, making you swallow hard at the fire starting to burn in them. “You really think I don’t want to touch you again?”

You tried to explain your faux pas again, only for it to get lodged in your throat when long fingers began running up the side of your neck.

“Every time I’m near you, that’s all I can think about.”

“Seonghwa…” you trailed off.

A thumb started rubbing underneath your jawline, directly over your pounding pulse.“But I held back because I didn’t want to push my luck. I had an excuse the first time, but any time after that—“

He pursed his lips in dissatisfaction. “—I was worried I’d scare you off.”

You were convinced it wasn’t the liquor making your head spin now, his mere touch and words doing the job instead. It took a minute to properly process what he said before you carefully asked, “And right now?”

Seonghwa took in a long breath in order to let it out as a low chuckle.

“Right now, I want to make you forget all those silly thoughts you’re having.”

God. That reaction alone transported you back to being underneath his bare and sweat-slick body as he gave you pleasure that felt too good to be real.

“S-Seonghwa, you…”

Just as quickly as that desire came, it went away in favor of something more delicate.

“But it’s not just your body that I want,” he clarified, something shining in his eyes that you couldn’t pinpoint. “I’d like to be able to hold you and kiss you as well, not needing an excuse to do so. If I could have gotten the nerve to make a move ages ago, I would have…just to prevent you from going through this stress.”

The confession was easing your troubles and bringing out something more positive instead. All of your worries melted away as Seonghwa continued, reaching for your hands to hold them tight and give a grounding squeeze.

With pure affection in his irises, he inquired, “I want to be able to call you mine. Would that be too much to ask?”

You’re not sure when you decided to answer, merely standing there stunned and reeling. All this lamenting was pointless. If you had said something earlier, even before the two of you had sex, this could have been completely avoided. A combination of joy, exasperation and tenderness caused your eyes to well up, blurring your view of him. When you could speak without croaking, you gave your answer.

“I…no, it’s not too much.”

And then you let out a laugh of relief.

“Not at all.”

You could honestly cry right now.

Which was what your laughter morphed into as everything really sank in, leading to Seonghwa gently wiping your eyes with his thumbs.

“Hey, no tears.”

“I’m sorry, Hwa. They’re happy tears, promise.”

Chuckling at the reassurance, he held your cheeks as he rested his forehead on yours, gazing directly into your eyes.

“Good, that’s the only kind I’ll allow.”

A glowing grin graced your face from his humored reply, leaning into the contact. The harsh tension from earlier completely dissipated now, replaced with something warmer. An atmosphere that continued to heat up the longer you two focused on each other. Your stare kept flicking down to his full lips more than once, the urge to revisit how they feel growing more and more urgent.

“What is it?”

Seonghwa’s low query made you bite down on your bottom lip, noticing the way his eyes darted to the action.

“You said you wanted to be able to kiss me whenever…right?”

Your soft suggestion immediately had one of his brows raising, nodding casually. But rather than go straight for it like you expected, he seemed to hold off.

“I did…are you…are you sure? I know you’ve been drinking…”

Oh. That expressed his hesitation. You appreciated his consideration as always, but this was one of the rare times that you wanted it to jump off the balcony and onto the street.

“Hwa, I’ve only had two drinks and that was over an hour ago.”

Returning the favor, you looked his face over, seeing a bit of a flush still under his sun-kissed skin. “Are you good?”

Seonghwa was just as guaranteed in his nod. “Yes, I promise. Drunk or not, I want this just as bad.”

And that right there was all you needed.

Cradling his face with your hands, you pulled him down and let his mouth land on top of yours.

Oh, how you dreamed of this for weeks.

Now that it was happening, you didn’t want to part, even if your oxygen was running out and you were on the verge of going unconscious. Seonghwa seemed to be on the same page, the pressure of his lips increasing each second. The soft sounds of kissing was like music to your ears while the feel of his hands moving down to hold your waist grounded you.

Although, whatever chasteness was there disappeared the second you dared to poke your tongue against his mouth.

A rumble vibrated against you before his grip tightened and his own tongue came out to run along your own. With each stroke, you could taste the top layer of his drink of choice earlier, but it soon faded until all you could take in was him.

A flavor that was unique and addictive.

You’re not sure when it happened amidst the kissing, but Seonghwa eventually had you backed up into the wall less than a foot from the sliding door. If anyone had become nosy and looked hard enough, they could see part of his back before becoming curious and stepping out to see what was happening. But that was the last thing on your mind at the moment.

All you could think of was the way he was making your body heat up with every drag of his hands and swirl of his tongue. Teeth made an appearance, often nipping and pulling at your lips. Heavy breaths washed over your mouth, growing ragged and peppered with moans.

But then you felt his thigh insert itself between your legs, forcing them to part. And then he went and pressed it up, making you gasp sharply as it came into contact with your clothed core. The unexpected move made you finally pull away from the kiss, panting hard as you gawked at the hungry look on Seonghwa’s face.

“Seonghwa…”

“I’m sorry…I’ve been waiting to do this for a while.”

You let out an incredulous sound. “You don’t have to apologize, believe me.”

He laughed gravelly, shaking his head. “No, I do. I don’t think we should stay here any longer.”

Your face twisted in confusion, your lust-addled brain not picking up on what he meant right away. That is, until he pushed his hips closer and everything became clear.

“We have to leave—” A slow grind of his erection into your right thigh. “—before I end up fucking you on this balcony.”

Just the mere thought of him having the urge to do that to you, despite the riskiness, had you audibly moaning.

“Then…let’s go. To my place. I-It’s closer—”

Seonghwa didn’t even wait for you to finish before nodding swiftly, reluctantly pulling himself away from you. While he adjusted himself, you blindly wiped off whatever lipstick smudged out of bounds and fixed your skirt back down to its proper place.

The two of you headed back inside, the brightness and noise sobering. Everyone seemed to be preoccupied still, not looking in your direction out of curiosity. In fact, the Uno game from the earlier was still ongoing, Sakura looking more joyful and Wooyoung with a deep scowl as he stared at his large array of cards.

Glad that no one questioned the disappearance of you and Seonghwa, you motioned him to follow as you walked to the beginning of the hallway where Ningning and Jongho stood. The two were in a bit of a precarious position, minimal space between their bodies as she giggled uncontrollably about something while the other watched her with nothing but affection in his eyes.

If you weren’t so horny right now, you’d drag your friend off and interrogate. Instead, you cleared your throat to catch her attention.

“Oh! Hey you! Where’d you go?” questioned Ningning.

“I just needed some fresh air, that’s all. Actually, Seonghwa and I are gonna head out.”

Ningning’s brows lifted as she straightened her posture a bit, Jongho mirroring the act. “Is everything alright?”

You give your friend a placating smile. “Yeah, I’m just feeling a little tired and he doesn’t want me to go out by myself this late.”

Seonghwa butted in, “And being under the influence of Wooyoung’s concoctions is asking for trouble.”

The two of your friends agreed with a laugh, looking less concerned now.

“You’ve got a point. Hwa, if you want to come back, I can still drive you home later,” offered Jongho.

Seonghwa shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll either stay with Y/N or Uber home.”

You couldn’t help but think that the former choice was more likely, watching as the men gave each other a parting hug.

“Alright, then be safe.”

Jongho gave you one as well before Ningning wrapped her arms tight around you.

“Please drink some water when you get home. And eat some bread!”

You chuckle and give her an appreciative squeeze. “Of course, Ning. Same for you.”

“Will do!”

When she finally decided to release you and give Seonghwa a tight hug as well, the two of you started to head out, waving goodbye to anyone that passed by. As soon as the apartment door shut behind, you looked up at the other, sharing a knowing smile.

“Shall we?”

You wondered if the driver could feel the mountain of tension in the backseat right now.

From the moment you and Seonghwa entered the car, nothing but a greeting was exchanged. The two of you sat in your respective seats, a gap between your bodies. But less than thirty seconds after the vehicle began moving, you felt long, warm fingers caress your hand. Looking away from the blurred street lamps, you peered over to see your fellow rider watching you with something akin to affection.

The demure smile he gave when you intertwined with him only made the desire to reach your apartment worse.

As soon as the car stopped, your goodbyes were said and the two of you stood in silence as the car drove off and around the corner. Once Seonghwa’s hand held yours again, it was like your body went on autopilot. You began leading him inside and up to your unit, fumbling in your purse for your keys with your free hand. The metal brushed against your fingertips a couple of times, but missed thanks to a combination of tipsiness and the sensation of a thumb rubbing the back of your other hand.

Finally, you pulled them out, unlocking your front door and pulling your companion in with you. With little care of where they would land, you tossed your purse and keys aside before grabbing Seonghwa’s shoulders to pull him into a passionate kiss. The rumble against your lips was instant, feeling warm palms land on your waist now. But before you could get too into the contact, he parted to humorously say, “Shouldn’t we take our shoes off first?”

Ah. Kudos to him for that. You hated tracking dirt in your house.

Nodding swiftly, you started to bend down until he held a hand up.

“Let me.”

His soft yet direct words made your posture straighten, watching as he got down on one knee. He took one of your feet and rested it on his bent leg before working on undoing the strap of your heel. The thoughtful act made your stomach flip, desire piling up as you watched him take his time removing your footwear. Something about the way he did this with no hesitation made you want to just pounce and have him on the hardwood floor.

But you had a little decorum still.

Decorum that dwindled even further when he finished and placed a gentle kiss on your knee before standing to remove his own shoes. As soon as he was done, you jumped.

Lips locked, tongues tangled and hands roamed as the both of you fumbled down the hall and into your bedroom, not even bothering to close the door. You walked him backwards until he was forced to sit on your bed, breaking the kiss. But you wasted no time in climbing onto his lap, returning your lips to their rightful place.

You’re not giving him much of a chance to lead, pressing harder and grinding your hips down enough to have denim scraping uncomfortably into your inner thighs. When you rolled hard enough to feel his mouth vibrate against your own, Seonghwa pulled back to give you the heaviest of looks.

“Did you miss me that much?”

The low tone paired with the hands sneaking up your skirt brought a thrill down your spine.

“Yes.”

No shame littered your response, thighs spreading the further you felt his touch wander.

“Good—“ A fingertip ran along the edge of your slowly soddening panties. “—I missed you too.”

His admission only motivated you to pull him back into a lip lock. While that continued, his fingers slid over your clothed mound to rub gentle circles on your clit. The move made you whimper into his mouth, losing coordination the longer it went on.

He wasn’t even touching your skin directly and you were already losing focus. If he kept this up, you wouldn’t be able to carry out your goal. So you brought a hand down to gently hold his wrist, stopping him from stimulating you further. Seonghwa pulled his lips off to look at you with bewilderment.

“What is it?”

“I…” You swallowed down the bit of apprehension that lingered in order to finish. “I want to make you feel good.”

Seonghwa’s bold brows lifted in surprise at your request. “Y/N…do you not want me to touch you first?”

It wasn’t that you weren’t willing to be touched; far from it. But after everything he had done for you, you wanted him to sit back and enjoy whatever you planned to give.

“It’s not that. I love when you touch me, I just—” You made sure to gaze directly into his deep brown eyes. “—I just need to show you how I feel.”

His orbs softened from your words, free hand coming up to hold your chin carefully.

“Are you sure?”

You didn’t mean for a whine to leave your lips before pleading, “Seonghwa, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me later, just— Please.”

But it worked as he finally eased up, moving his hand away from your face.

“Okay…okay, baby.” Now he rested his palms on the bed with a smile. “I’m all yours.”

The double meaning behind those words had your heart swelling impossibly. You leaned in to capture him in a kiss again, a little slower now. You didn’t linger too long before trailing pecks away from his mouth and down to his jawline. Your lips dotted each inch of it, nose brushing against his earlobes on both sides when you reached.

When you moved further south to land on the long column of Seonghwa’s neck, you could hear his breathing quicken. Holding back a smile, you started exploring this new area, listening close for any tells. Landing on his Adam’s apple forced a hitch out of the other, making you repeatedly plant kisses on that area. The most he gave you was a reserved groan, pushing you to want to increase the volume.

And so you carefully sunk your teeth in.

“Shit, Y/N—”

That was more like it.

Your smile didn’t hold back this time as you pulled back to look at what you did. Judging by the red splotch on his sun-kissed skin, you wouldn’t be surprised if it evolved into a mark in the morning. Seonghwa caught your appreciative stare and chuckled gruffly.

“Are you marking me up?”

“Maybe…”

Mischief littered your tone as you trailed off, leaning in to give said spot a gentle kiss.

“I want you to remember this night somehow.”

You could feel your lover shiver underneath you. “Nothing could make me forget this.”

When your heart expanded uncomfortably at his words, you had to find a way to use your sudden burst of energy. You’re quick to reach for the hem of his t-shirt and tug it off, wasting none of your precious time in running your hands along his heated skin. Muscle memory kicked in to help stimulate hot spots, drinking in every moan and whisper of praise he let out.

Only now did you move from your station on his lap, determined to move down to giving another area attention. You stood up between Seonghwa’s spread legs, head leaning in to lay kisses all over his toned chest. Rotating between using your lips, tongue and teeth, you gauged his enjoyment by the sounds he made.

Sinking your teeth in further whenever he grunted.

Sucking harder if a hint of a whine was heard.

Running the tip of your tongue over his hardened nipples, thighs rubbing at the shallow gasp he would give with each stroke.

Tiring of that place, you moved down his torso to give attention to his abs, loving how stiff they became under your lips. When you latched onto the skin under his belly button, Seonghwa grunted out a ‘please’, forcing you to realize just how close you were to his crotch.

His jeans did little to conceal how affected he was from your ministrations. You rested a hand on the bulge, giving the most careful of squeezes that forced Seonghwa to buck his hips.

“Y/N—“

Looking up, you saw him completely lying on his back now, fists grabbing onto your sheets. The view only pushed you to repeat the move, biting your lip at the louder groan received.

“More…please.”

Your need to get rid of the constricting fabric rose immensely, leading your hands to begin working at his fly immediately. You didn’t even bother removing his bottoms, shoving them down until they pooled around his ankles. An eagerness washed over as you scooted in as close as possible, coming face to face with Seonghwa’s cock. Before he could sit up, your fingers wrapped around it, forcing an intake of breath from him.

“I wish I got to touch you more last time.”

Your hushed admittance didn’t escape his ears, judging by the way he pushed himself up with his arms and gazed down at you with an unreadable emotion.

“You do?”

A nod was given before you leaned close to let a glob of spit drip onto him, hearing a curse from above as you started stroking lazily.

“Yeah. But I wanted you to fuck me so badly, I had to suck it up and move on. If I knew we were going to do this again, I would’ve continued.”

Seonghwa’s eyes only seemed to darken more as you spoke with little hesitation. Your mouth could be incredibly loose when under the influence.

“I wouldn’t have said no if you asked.”

Your mouth curled into the fondest of smiles at that. Now that things were out in the open, you wouldn’t hold back this time; he was going to see just what you would have done with the extra time.

Keeping your gazes locked, you pressed the flat of your tongue to the underside, dragging it up with little speed. The lightest of moans left as his taste brought back memories of that night. Reaching the tip had you drawing circles around the flushed skin, savoring the hiss Seonghwa gave.

“That’s it…”

His encouragement only made you latch your lips around it, giving the gentlest of sucks before popping off, the noticeable sound making his hips jerk in response.

“Do that again, baby—”

You granted his wish, repeating the motion enough that your lover watched you like a hawk, tongue slipping out to run over his parted lips.

“So fucking good.”

If you weren’t careful, you’d end up with an inflated ego due to his praise. But that was a problem for another time as you were ready to go further now.

Your head came close enough to start sliding his dick into your mouth, eyes still steady on his own as you sunk down. Wrapping your hand around whatever didn’t fit, you started moving on both ends, lips meeting your fingers each time. Seonghwa groaned louder than ever, lithe fingers gripping onto your bedsheets as an anchor.

“God, I missed this—”

You had to wonder how often he replayed you pleasuring him in his mind. Probably as much as you did the same for him. From now on, he wouldn’t have to strictly rely on memory; you’d do this as much as he wanted.

This time around, you felt less conscious of how you conducted yourself, letting drool leak out and over your fingers while making obscene noises from the suction. All you cared about was making the man above you feel as good as possible.

Seonghwa’s hips trembled visibly underneath you as you went on, the influence of his earlier drinks causing him to react more than the first time. His head would often fall back before struggling to come back up, only to fail when the pleasure got to be too much. Watching his chest heave with strained breaths was almost hypnotic. But the more you looked, the more a daring idea came into your mind.

It wasn’t something you granted often to your previous lovers, but for him…

Sliding off of him, you eased his moan of withdrawal with a soothing gaze before pushing your voice to come out.

“You wanna fuck my mouth, baby?”

As if you poured ice water on him, his entire body froze. It took a moment for him to process your words before a harsh groan was followed by a desperate, “Please…”

You couldn’t hold back a smirk, taking him back in again, only going down enough to give him room to move. Seonghwa propped himself up on his arms, one coming forward to rest a hand gently on the back of your head. With a look of encouragement from you, his hips pulled back in the slightest, only to snap forward.

And again.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

Something about the gravelly way he spoke your name made a visible shiver go down your spine. That and the way he kept sliding in and out with ease, thanks to the spit from before. Your eyes dared to connect with his, seeing his dark and lidded ones giving you nothing but sheer heat.

“So good for me…so pretty like this—”

A moan vibrated around him from the praise, only driving his hips faster now.

“Always thought you’d take me so well—”

He was going to be the death of you if he kept talking.

But somehow you managed to stay in control as he continued fucking your mouth, only letting your hands roam his stomach and thighs and wherever you could reach (you dared to graze against his balls and the guttural reaction you received was oh so worth it).

This went on for a while, but you were in too much of a trance to even think of how much time went by, only noticing how close he was when a strained noise came out.

“Baby, I’m gonna come—“

Something of a thrill went through you at his words before curiosity starts to take a hold.

You could have just pulled off and let him finish on your hand or his stomach, but there was a part of you that wanted to go a step further and see just what he tasted like.

A hand went up to lay on the one holding the back of your head while staring directly into his eyes. Once Seonghwa understood your silent communication, he groaned brokenly. His gruff swearing preceded the faster movement of his hips, becoming frantic and off-beat. It only felt like a short moment before he froze suddenly to let out a choked gasp, shaking and twitching as heat started to coat your tongue.

The somewhat bitter taste mixed with the lingering alcohol, making you moan in satisfaction as you watched your newfound lover lose control. You didn’t release him until the last of the tremors left his body, an audible pop sounding while he slumped back onto the bed. Wiping your mouth free of spit and a bit of his come, you took in the sight of Seonghwa catching his bearings, his torso already covered with a light sheen of sweat.

“Shit…I’m sorry.”

You didn’t catch his ragged apology immediately, processing it after a few seconds of blinking. A giggle broke before you pulled yourself up to plant your palms next to his head.

“Why sorry? Did you miss me that much?” You teased.

His ears only grew redder, groaning as he threw an arm over his eyes to hide his embarrassment. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not—” You pressed a kiss to said arm. “—it’s flattering.”

Seonghwa removed his arm to shoot you a pout, only for it to break into a smile the more you looked at each other. He interrupted the staring when he reached up to pull you on top of him, wrapping you into a tight hug. You could hear his rapid heartbeat this way, remaining in the welcome embrace for a while.

“Just wait until I get my bearings.”

“Mm?”

Your head lifted to look at him, only to see a more serious expression on his face now.

“Best believe I’m returning the favor.”

Your core clenched at the expression he gave and the tone of his voice, looking forward to whatever ‘favor’ he had in store.

“I’m scared and excited.” Your honest words made Seonghwa give a velvety laugh.

“Good. I plan to make you into a mess as well.”

There was no way he didn’t feel how you shuddered at that, judging by the crooked tilt of his lips.

It only took another minute before he started sitting up, forcing you to stand once again. He released your body to reach down and pull his bottoms off his feet, tossing them to the side. Before they even landed, his hands shot out to hold your hips and pull you back onto his lap, your legs wrapping around his slender waist.

Both hands came up to cup your jaw and pull you into a passionate kiss, the contact making you melt into him in an instant. While you were distracted by his quickly emerging tongue, Seonghwa went to slide the hem of your shirt up your torso, forcing the kiss to break so he could slip it off and let it join his own clothes on the floor. Before you could capture his lips again, he reached for your upper back, making quick work in undoing the clasp of your bra. As soon as the fabric loosened and dropped, his mouth immediately went to latching on.

Hot kisses were planted all over your bare chest, leaving no space untouched. They only made the heat in your body rise higher and higher, squirming in your lover’s lap. It became worse when you witnessed his full lips wrap around one of your nipples to suck lightly. His deep brown eyes looked up, keeping contact with yours as he kept this up. The heat lingering in his orbs were peppered with something else that made a low moan escape you.

He hummed against you for a second before releasing the bud, only to flick his tongue rapidly over it, making your body jolt in his lap. A velvety chuckle came from Seonghwa, moving to the other side to repeat the motion.

“Hwa—”

Pulling off, he brought his head up to hover in front of yours. His eyes were lidded as he husked, “Keep saying my name like that.”

You didn’t even get the chance to nod and show him you were on board before he dove back down to keep showering your breasts with attention. Finding your posture becoming unstable, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders and tangled your fingers into his short, dark locks. For that, you received a groan and a nip to one of your buds.

The sharpness had you hissing his name quietly, although it sounded loud in this room.

Seonghwa continued, getting his fill of your breathy voice until he decided he had enough, releasing your nipple with a grunt.

“Y/N.”

“Mm?”

He sat up straight, bringing himself face to face with you now. “Can you do me a favor?”

You nodded swiftly without even fully processing his words. “Sit on my face.”

…what?

“H-Huh?”

He merely smirked.

“You said I could do whatever I want to you, yes? So come sit on my face.”

You’re reeling from his offer, but quick to nod and spring into action after a moment and stand up. Your fingers fumble a bit in removing your skirt, though you’re successful at getting the constricting fabric off your legs. But just as you’re about to do the same for your underwear, Seonghwa takes a hold of your hands and gives you a look of impatience.

“Just come up here already.”

His urgency sent a shock down your spine, not used to seeing him like this. But you granted his wish, waiting until he laid back, his head just below your pillows. You cautiously climbed on and up to hover your hips above his face.

Were you too high? You didn’t know; you had never done this before!

But Seonghwa didn’t allow you the chance to overthink more, hooking a finger into the crotch of your panties (and causing a jolt at the brush against your skin) and pulling them to the side. A curse left at the sight of your arousal before he grabbed your hips.

“I love how wet you get for me.”

With zero hesitation, he pulled you down onto his lips and got to work.

Maybe your brain was playing tricks on you, but it felt even better than the first time.

Perhaps he wasn’t exaggerating when he said he constantly thought about being intimate again when he was with you. It seemed like he remembered what pleased you and was using every detail to his advantage.

Either way, you were enjoying this greatly.

Whenever there was a break in your moans, you could hear the obscene sound of Seonghwa’s tongue lapping and flicking between your legs.

“So fucking sweet—“

The sudden rumble from below made you tremble visibly, drawn out from the slow and thorough way he was tasting you. Your fingers were quick to grip onto the headboard for support as you fought the urge to push down onto his face; it was just too early in the game for that.

But your sense of modesty was evaporating with each stroke of his tongue and suction with his lips.

The rum from earlier pushed you to eventually start rolling your hips, feeling a moan vibrate from him. Hands guided you even further in your desires, gaining more friction that had your breath hitching. When Seonghwa stopped, you took over, continuing to take what you wanted, receiving an even louder groan.

“God…yes, ride my face like that—“

The grab and jiggle to your ass only encouraged you to go on and on.

How could you have never done this before in your entire life? You could sit up here forever.

But your control started to slip when you felt something a little more solid start to brush against the bundle of nerves. The sudden feeling made you jolt, looking down to see what was going on.

…fuck. He was using his nose.

The nose that you greatly admired on his gorgeous face.

And just like that, you stopped giving a fuck.

Tightening your hold, you began rubbing against him harder, increasing the pleasure tenfold. Something of an elated laugh came from Seonghwa at your loosened inhibitions, only encouraging you further. Time was a pointless concept for the two of you as you got your fill of each other, only coming to a halt when you felt a sharp and familiar pang in your gut.

Hissing as the pressure started to become too much, you whimpered, “Seonghwa…”

Yet if he heard you, he chose to ignore, continuing to let his tongue flick at your throbbing clit.

God, if he kept that up, things were going to get messy.

“I-I’m gonna come so hard— Let me off!”

Seonghwa heeded your request, but psyched you out when he grunted, “No. Don’t hold back.”

Your eyes darted down to gawk at him with doubt before he shot a crooked grin.

“Come on my face, pretty girl.”

Jaw dropping at his approval, he gave you no chance to second guess as he dove back in, giving you everything he had. And when it got to be too much, the knot inside snapped.

Your back arched and you cried out sharply as you shook and expressed your pleasure in a way that hadn’t happened since that fateful night with him.

When the tremors started to subside, you rested your damp forehead on the headboard for a moment, using that and Seonghwa’s soothing hands on your hips as an anchor.

“So good for me, baby.”

His praise made you exhale in relief, finding yourself coming back to Earth after a couple of minutes. Scooting back to hover above his chest, you peered down to see the damage you did.

Oh. Holy shit.

You fucking drenched him, enough for droplets to slide down the side of his face and dark spots to show on the pillowcase. But Seonghwa looked unperturbed, gazing up at you without an ounce of shame.

“Jesus. Seonghwa, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t think I’d—“

The rest of your apology died out when a hand came up to wipe his wet mouth, only to then bring fingers to his bangs to push them off his forehead.

“Don’t be. That was too fucking hot.”

And then you were rendered speechless when his tongue snaked out to run over his glistening lips. “Love when you squirt for me.”

God…he was going to be the end of you.

With shaking legs, you dismounted and sat next to him, wiping a bead of sweat off your forehead. “You need to stop being so good at that.”

Seonghwa grinned devilishly. “I think not. You seem to enjoy it a lot.”

Your eyes narrowed out of annoyance and modesty, poking his bare chest before rebutting, “Your mind is playing tricks on you.”

“No way. I saw the look on your face when you moved back. You looked like you were about to smother me again.”

“Seonghwa!”

Your shriek brought a laugh from the other, growing louder when you started laying light punches on his torso. He was quick to grab your hands and pull you down, pinning them between both of your bodies.

“Easy there, baby.”

His interruption of your assault only made your lower lip stick out. Seonghwa leaned up to press his own, making it retract when he gave you a nip with his teeth.

“Keep doing that and I’ll have to wipe that pout off.”

The low promise did it for you anyways, biting down on your lip in response.

“How so?”

Your little challenge brought the cheekiest of smiles from him before you found your vision blurring as your world spun. Now you found yourself pinned down to your bed, gawking up at the other.

“Let me show you.”

Seonghwa laid a palm on your heaving chest, slowly yet purposefully dragging it down your torso until it rested below your belly button. For a moment, he pressed down a bit before sliding his thumb downwards, giving your still sensitive clit a few circles. The pressure on your stomach unexpectedly amplified the pleasure, making your eyes flutter shut as you let it spread through you in waves.

He gave you some time to enjoy this simple attention before you felt something prodding your entrance. You tensed up for a second until you realized it was his fingers, his hand now removed from your stomach and focused between your legs. As soon as he felt you relax, Seonghwa slid inside, the two digits causing a pleasant friction against your walls. Like it was muscle memory, you could feel them curl and hook onto that swollen spot, pushing the air out of your lungs as your eyes flew open.

“Can you give it to me again, sweetheart?”

Unable to form words, your widened eyes met his before bobbing your head frantically. You didn’t realize how worked up you were until he began touching you and now you wanted more.

Seonghwa realized this as well, his grin adopting a tinge of feral energy.

“That’s my girl.”

His approval was followed by slow, thorough movements, in and out as he stroked your inner walls. The lewd noise from it was like music to your ears.

“Still so wet…” Seonghwa’s muttered comment made your cheeks flame, giving him a mock pout.

“Your fault.” Your petulant reply had him chuckling, leaning down to give your lips a peck.

“I’ll take the blame. It’s good to know I’m not the only one affected.”

“What, did you think you were just lucky the first time?”

Humming, he continued, “A little…but I can see that’s not the case.”

You groaned at a specific rub before chuckling hoarsely. “You sound happy about that.”

“I am, especially after the torture of this last month.”

Seonghwa’s fingers pulled back a bit. “Couldn’t think straight sometimes when we were alone together.”

A plunge into that spongy spot.

“I kept thinking about that night and how good you looked in my bed.”

Your hips couldn’t help but jerk. “Y-Yeah?”

“Mhm. All laid out on the sheets bare and willing to let me please you.”

A thumbing of your clit.

“It was like a dream come true.”

No, this was a dream come true.

Starting the night off as a sensitive wreck and ending it under the warm comfort of the man you admired almost felt like you could wake up any second. But the fingers sending bolts of bliss up your spine said otherwise.

“Y/N—” hissed Seonghwa. “—you keep squeezing me…still tight as ever.”

His words had you clenching again, feeling the pressure inside rise further.

“Hwa…keep talking to me like that.”

“Mm?”

You gazed directly into his eyes, licking your swollen lips.

“It…really gets to me.”

Your admission had shock passing over his face for a moment before he nodded firmly, bracing his body above yours with a hand planted next to your head. His bangs had become a bit loose from the styling he had done, casting a shadow around his dark brown eyes, smudged with liner.

“Good. I want you to know how fucking amazing you feel.”

A tremble of your hips as he sped up a bit.

“Ngh…yes, like that—”

Seonghwa bit back a groan, trying to remain somewhat composed as he worked on taking you to the peak. “The sounds you make are still one of my favorites.”

Same to you.

“I really wish you said something earlier…who knows how many times we could have done this again?”

So many times.

“Can’t wait to feel this wrapped around my cock.”

You couldn’t wait either.

It didn’t take much longer for a new coil to begin forming, your hips twitching and jerking often as the sounds from the fingers fucking you grew louder. After another suggestive compliment was whispered in your ear, the coil snapped and brought a sharp keen from your lips. You weren’t fully aware of what came out of your mouth during your orgasm, only focusing on the way you coated Seonghwa’s hand with your release.

“Fuck, there we go—“

He refused to stop until you reached down to grab his wrist, hints of overstimulation starting to wash over you. Once your muscles calmed a bit, you peered at the man above you with glassy eyes. A short laugh came out when you took notice of the sizeable wet spot sitting under your bottom right now.

“You’re gonna drain me, Hwa.”

With little modesty, Seonghwa grinned and explained, “Then I’ll just fill you back up again.”

You forgot how dangerous his confidence could be when it was through the roof.

Humming lowly, you brought trembling hands up to rest on his bare chest, noting the way his heart pounded beneath your right palm.

“And just how are you going to do that?”

Your lover’s brow lifted at your query, especially when you decided to start rubbing at his skin.

“With your tongue?”

Seonghwa’s mouth parted to respond, only for a hitched exhale to release when you slid up to his shoulders.

“Your fingers again?”

The back-to-back orgasms were making your tongue loose, running your fingertips along the nape of his neck as you leaned up to practically kiss his ear.

“Or maybe…your cock?”

Your velvety whisper brought a visible shiver out of Seonghwa, feeling a little triumphant at getting him to react to your unexpected words. But then a hand came up to grasp your chin, pulling you back so you could get a clear view of the sheer hunger in his deep brown eyes. With the fingers that were still slick with your come, he wrapped them around his length (now hard again) and stroked slowly.

“If I don’t get inside you in the next minute, I’m going to lose my mind.”

Well, there was your answer.

With a swift nod, the two of you worked on maneuvering your bodies to a more comfortable position, your head laying underneath your array of throw pillows while Seonghwa laid his lean body between your spread legs. His arousal pressed insistently against your sensitive folds, only increasing your need for him. Your hand reached down to align him properly, gazing up with thinly-veiled impatience. It didn’t take long for him to give in, pushing his hips forward to begin filling you up.

God. You don’t remember it feeling this good last time.

Every inch and vein bumped along the ridges of your walls, causing your desire to increase to an unbearable point. So unbearable that you lost your patience when he was halfway in, grabbing his slender hips to tug and finish the job, pulling a sharp sound out of the both of you.

Seonghwa trembled visibly for a moment to regain some control as he bottomed out, eyes watching you with astonishment. Eventually, something between a groan and a heavy laugh left him, forehead dropping to rest on yours. His bangs tickled your face as he rasped, “God, I missed this.”

A similar expression came from you, your hands taking place on his waist to run up and down the heated and damp skin.

“Me too.”

For a while, you and your newfound lover just watched each other in silence, ragged breathing as background noise. It was like you were both processing the end of ‘what if’s and stressful pining. After tonight, no one was going to be confused about feelings.

The only issue at this point was figuring out how many times was going to be enough to satisfy both of your needs.

Ready to have a repeat of that one night, you crossed your ankles over Seonghwa’s lower back and gave a light push. With that motion, he was quick to begin moving his hips, bringing about a friction that was scratching that itch you had had for the last month.

“Baby, stop holding back,” you gently chided.

Seonghwa’s breath hitched audibly at that, eyes looking into yours for any hesitation present. When you gave none, he clenched his jaw and proceeded to put more force into his thrusts, beginning to relieve that bothersome tickle inside.

“Mm, just like that—”

Your praise only encouraged the other, leaving little restraint as he moved in and out of you. His head was quick to drop down and trail small kisses and bites all over your jaw and neck, often pausing to whisper coarse words into your ear.

“Do you know how many times I wanted to just drag you away from the others and have you like this again?”

You tightened around him for a moment before hissing, “No, not at all.”

Seonghwa chuckled heavily, tugging your earlobe with his teeth.

“Too fucking often.”

Sliding a hand up his sweat-slick back, the contracting muscles distracted you for a second before you ended up tangling your fingers in his hair.

“If only I knew then…we could have made some excuses up.”

Seonghwa laughed again, only for a groan to interrupt it. “Fuck— You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

You smirked and pressed your lips to his temple before husking, “That’s only one of them.”

Something shifted in his eyes, hips stilling before he pulled out, leaving you feel hollow. Groaning in frustration, you started, “Seonghwa, don’t—“

“Hands and knees, now.”

His sultry command killed whatever backlash you were ready to give, quickly maneuvering your body into the requested position. As soon as your palms touched the bed, Seonghwa realigned himself and slowly went back in, the new angle making your fingers clutch the sheets.

“Goddamn, you look good from here,” he grunted as he fully filled you up again.

Within a couple of seconds, your lover grabbed your hips and began pulling you back as he thrust forward, each contact causing an audible smack to occur. It was soon joined by a short cry or moan from your mouth, the position causing his cock to drag in just the right places. Feeling his balls consistently slap against your throbbing clit didn’t help matters either, jolts of pleasure shooting out to your fingers and toes.

“Oh— Oh my God—”

The most unabashed of moans left you, coming deep from the pit of your belly as Seonghwa continued to pound into you from behind. You could feel his hands roaming over the entirety of your body. From grasping your shoulders to caressing your breasts to gripping the curve of your ass, he left little areas untouched. There’s less restraint in his moves tonight. He’s not trying to find out what makes you tic and what turns you off.

No, he's taking all of that knowledge from before to turn you into an absolute mess right now.

“Is this good, baby?” he rasped.

Good didn’t even come close to how you were feeling.

“U-Uh huh!”

A tweak of your nipple had you borderline whining.

“What was that?”

His provocation pushed you to try and answer him with actual words this time, “So good! You feel so good inside me, Hwa—!”

Seonghwa swore before you felt his other hand slide down the front of your torso, eventually landing between your hips to work your clit over.

Your limbs became unstable all of a sudden, forcing you to land on your front, face buried in the sheets while you were being fucked senseless. It didn’t matter to him as an audible grunt came out before you felt his lips planting between your shoulder blades repeatedly.

“You take me so fucking well, it’s amazing—“

At this point, you couldn’t even respond, giving in to the bliss consuming your senses. You were in an entire other headspace until a sudden impact to your bottom snapped you back to reality. Bewilderment came about as you tried to figure out what that was until it happened again, realizing that Seonghwa’s hand was the culprit.

He just spanked you!

You were truly experiencing a new side of him tonight and you loved it.

“Tell me it’s mine.”

Another smack followed, prompting you to cry out, “It’s yours, Seonghwa, all yours!”

After this repeated brazen act, your second orgasm was approaching quickly. Surely he could feel it with how frequently you were squeezing his dick, which was why you were stunned when he withdrew out of nowhere. But then you felt his mouth land on your pussy, licking and sucking like his life depended on it.

The shock of the new maneuver ultimately pushed you to your limit, fisting the sheets as you shouted. Seonghwa’s tongue didn’t let up as you trembled violently, pushing your body until it squirted its pleasure down your thighs.

“I love making a mess out of you,“ you heard Seonghwa mumble while continuing to lap at your dripping folds.

When you didn’t have any more to give, you became a pile of mush, flattening your body on the bed as you tried to come back down. While you were recovering, hands carefully maneuvered you until you were on your back again. Your lover immediately placed himself between your thighs again, his dick nudging against you before sliding in, making your legs shake at the overstimulation. But then he remained still once his hips touched yours, panting raggedly as he looked down at you.

Strands of ebony hair plastered to his sweat-beaded face, swollen lips parted as he caught his breath and dark eyes lidded, yet laser-focused on you.

He was…beautiful like this.

His brows raised in surprise all of a sudden, leaving you confused as to why he made that face until you realized that you said it out loud instead. The blunder made your cheeks burn as you grinned sheepishly.

“Sorry.”

Seonghwa relaxed his expression into an affectionate smile and shook his head, leaning down to peck your lips.

“Don’t be. Although, I think that word suits you more than me.”

His deflection of your praise made you pout (even if you were highly flattered), giving his cheek a pinch in retaliation.

“I would argue with you about that, but I think we have something more important to worry about right now.”

A small shift of your hips was enough of a reminder, Seonghwa looking more focused now. As soon as you relaxed against the bed, he began to move again, bringing back sheer pleasure.

All you could focus on was him, watching every change in his expression and listening to every sound or word that came out of his mouth. Every inch of his skin that brushed against or stuck to yours only increased your desire for him.

It didn’t feel like enough to only have part of his body on yours, hands swiftly grasping his shoulders and tugging him down to lay flat on you, his lightly defined chest squishing down your breasts. This action prompted him to increase the power in his thrusts, hitting you in the deepest parts that you were unaware of before tonight.

In short, he was fucking you good.

When you clung harder to him and whimpered, he kissed your temple and whispered in your ear, “I know, baby. I’ve got you.”

And he kept his word.

Seonghwa often placed his lips wherever he could reach, although he favored your lips the most. His arms wrapped tight around your quivering body, keeping you steady as he rutted into you over and over. You felt safe and secure like this. Nothing else seemed to matter at this point, especially the conflict from earlier.

This was truly different than the first time.

No music. No expectations. No nerves. Just you and the man you had been slowly falling for for God knows how long.

When your walls began fluttering wildly, you knew the end was coming close. And so did Seonghwa when his deep voice vibrated against your ear, asking, “You’re gonna come?”

The heavy way he said that nearly drove you over the edge right then and there, but you swallowed the spit gathering in your mouth to pant, “Y-Yes— Are you—?“

The strained ‘yes’ he gave was paired with a strong twitch inside you, prompting you to frantically move your hips up to meet his, hoping to help. Both of your movements were uncoordinated yet effective, the tightening in your gut becoming unbearable until it snapped.

Your nails dug hard into his shoulder blades, an explosive cry of his name echoing in the heady air, quickly followed by Seonghwa bottoming out, only to groan audibly as he hit his peak also. Every spurt of his release that filled you up made you feel complete; something that you now had the privilege to experience as much as you wanted.

It felt like ages until the both of you decided to untangle from each other, Seonghwa barely lifting himself off as he withdrew and flopped next to your sweaty body. He didn’t let you stay apart from him for long, bringing you close to lay your head above his rapidly beating heart. A soft sigh escaped as you rested your hand on the other side of his chest, eyes heavy with bliss and exhaustion.

“That…I think that made up for the last month.”

Seonghwa’s weary remark made you giggle faintly, “It definitely did.”

You felt his chest vibrate under you before a kiss landed on the top of your head.

“Thank you for being honest with me earlier. Again, I’m sorry I put you through this,” he apologized.

Forcing your head to lift, you rested your chin on him as you looked into his eyes with no nonsense.

“Hwa, you couldn’t have known, don’t beat yourself up about it.”

Seonghwa seemed like he was about to protest, but the steel in your gaze killed it, prompting him to sigh instead.

“Okay…but I will be trying to make it up to you.”

His promise intrigued you, giving him a curious look. “How so?”

“Hm…first things first, I need to take you out on a proper date.”

That made you chuckle and tease, “I think you’re supposed to go on a date before fucking someone’s brains out.”

Seonghwa clicked his tongue and snarked, “It’s the twenty-first century, I don’t think going in order is important anymore.”

Unable to fight with that, you decided to mess with him and suggest, “If that’s the case, then I expect the whole nine yards on our date.”

“Like what?”

“Walking up to my front door with a dozen roses, opening the car door for me, pulling out my chair at dinner, a moonlit walk by the river…”

Your exaggerated list made your lover laugh incredulously, griping with humor, “Wow, it’s only been a few hours and already my girlfriend is giving me a hard time.”

…oh! Girlfriend?

The label made your body feel warm and light, not expecting him to call you that so soon. But you played it cool and hummed, “Mm, am I your girlfriend now?”

“I would like to think that you are.”

His matter-of-fact statement made your ears burn, already enjoying the sound of the new title. You gave his nose a poke as you pestered him in jest, “Good. I got wasted off of rum punch and cried over you, I think it’s the least I deserve.”

All your boyfriend did was chuckle, eyes warm as he brought your hand up to place a long kiss on the back of it.

“That and everything more.”

For a moment, you thought your alarm was going off; sometimes you forgot to turn it off when you didn’t have work. But the music continued on for close to a minute, prompting you to pry your eyes open, wincing at the faint sunlight coming through your window.

You blindly reached a hand out to fumble around on the nightstand until you touched your phone, ready to hit snooze until you realized that someone was calling you.

Specifically, Ningning.

Attempting to clear the sleep out of your throat, you hit the answer button and brought the device up to your ear, croaking, “Hello?”

“Good morning, sunshine!” chirped your friend.

The chipper voice on the other end had you glancing at your alarm clock in bewilderment.

“Ning, you’re up already?”

“I know, I know, shocker. I woke up for a second and wanted to check up on you. How are you feeling?”

Touched at your friend’s concern, you relaxed under your comforter, rubbing your feet as you responded, “Good, thanks for asking. Sorry we left early.”

Ningning clicked her tongue before scolding, “No, don’t apologize. I wasn’t going to force you to stay if you weren’t feeling well.”

You heard some shuffling on the other end before she continued, “I’m guessing Seonghwa spent the night at your place?”

Your eyes glanced to the side at said man laying close to you, curled up on his side and snoring softly, a bit of drool on his parted lips. A tired smile graced your face as you reached out to gently wipe it away with your thumb.

“He did. I bet he’s still out cold,” you lied, acting as if he was in his usual spot on the couch and not in your bed.

Ningning giggled, “Not surprised, Jongho is still fast asleep too.”

That detail piqued your interest, raising a brow at how she would know that.

“Jongho?” you asked suspiciously.

Your friend became silent for a second before she spoke again, “Oh, uh, I texted him to let him know he left his sweater behind, but he didn’t answer. You know how much of an early bird he is.”

Even though her rushed tone and words sounded like an excuse, you didn’t have the energy to grill her. Next time.

“Right, right.”

A pause came about, making you lean towards saying goodbye to your friend so you could sleep in some more. That is, until Ningning sounded more serious as she probed, “You promise you’re okay, Y/N?”

You frowned at the shift in tone, replying, “I am. What’s wrong?”

“I just…last night you seemed, I don’t know, a bit troubled at one point. And I was shocked to see you get drunk and dance with us, but I didn’t want to pry too much.”

Oops. Guess you weren’t as candid as you thought. At least you could give her an honest answer now.

“Ning…I was feeling a little off last night, I’m not going to lie. It’s just some stuff that’s been piling up that got to me, but…it’s all good now. I got everything out of my system from letting loose and I promise I’m okay.”

You heard nothing for a moment before Ningning’s voice returned, sounding less cautious now, “So you’re feeling better now? Completely?”

When she asked that, you looked over at Seonghwa again.

Just being able to watch him sleep so peacefully close to you gave you a sense of calm. This was what you desired. What you had been waiting so long for.

With a glowing smile, you replied blissfully, “Yes, much better.”

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final part asahi x feral reader w/ a size k!nk

skip the intro if you want again, (i marked the beginning of actual smut for ease of navigating) couldn't resist adding some kuroo stuff bc i love writing him even if its not sexual/thirst. this has turned a bit more into porn with plot forgive me i'm simple

warnings. heavy nsfw. minors DNI

info. nsfw / soft+rough kissy missionary sex / mentions of personal restraint / multiple orgasms / mentions of masturbation / gentle giant!asahi / asahi keeping your mouth shut / mutual size kink / sweet asahi / dacryphilia if you squint / sex toys (vibrator) / kuroo's sister!reader / kuroo cockblocking / kuroo being protective / 3.6k words / thanks for reading this asahi series!! it's been a delight!

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You chose some giant clothes to cover the fact that you weren't wearing anything underneath.

Then, with your security chair out of the way, you quietly slipped into the hall.

The familiar sound of Helldivers 2 on the entertainment speakers assaulted your ears. Of course, he got to invite friends over for the weekend.

You padded downstairs, the ache between your legs nearly unmanageable. You clenched your fists at the sight of his lazy ass as you walked behind the couch to get to the front door.

It was funny how quickly he zapped all desire from your body. You did not enjoy sobering up so quickly.

"I thought you said you were staying home!" Tetsurou called as soon as you grabbed the leash off of the rack.

You nearly pulled a muscle rolling your eyes so far back. You shook the thing violently from the doorway so he'd get it through his thick skull that you were literally doing what he texted you to do.

A couple voices muttered something, but your brother spoke volumes above it--

"Wait two seconds, shit-head!"

You clipped the hook into your dog's collar. To Hell with whatever he wanted. You unlocked the door and slipped on a pair of giant, black crocs.

That garbage pile gave you enough grief about your no-plans-plan in the past 12 hours to deserve being stranded on a barrel in the middle of the ocean. He could handle playing games with his friends while you went to walk the dog.

"C'mon, baby," You cooed and closed the door behind you.

It was, thankfully, nice and cold outside. You were glad you opted for some warm clothes.

"Where are my shoes?!" He yelled through the crack in the door. Almost to the end of the driveway, you didn't figure he had the gumption to follow you without them.

You pushed your hood up and pulled the strings.

A stop at the other side of the gate, and you waited for Maru to finish pissing in order to continue the walk. The big, empty street looked a little creepy in the dark.

flip!-flip!-flip!-flip!-flip!

You were glad to not be alone, but still threw your head back when he rounded the corner. His hands were shoved into his basketball shorts and he was shivering.

You both looked down to each other's feet at the same time. He had to put on your flip-flops, so his heels were hanging out the back and his grippers were on the pavement.

A silent exchange went down, one shoe at a time.

Now walking again, you returned to your baseline agitation.

"I don't need a bodyguard to walk the dog."

"Try being a little less stupid, and I'll trust you to not run off with the first guy you see."

You stopped dead in your tracks. "You think this is me sneaking out?"

He didn't respond quickly enough.

You kept walking, glad he was so cold that his teeth were chattering, "You're an idiot--."

He pushed you, unable or unwilling to argue.

"Why would I sneak out with the dog?" You muttered.

Another stop for Maru. It was silent, again, and you were wishing he would just go back by himself already.

"What's that smell?" He sounded ridiculously close to your head.

You looked up and realized that was because he was sniffing your hood. A sudden insecurity of smelling like sex flashed through you.

Pushing hard on his chest, you declared, "Fuck off."

It didn't send him flying the way you wanted it to. It only pissed him off, especially because he knew that smell from somewhere. He just couldn't recall exactly how right now.

You expected him to push or slap you back, so you tensed, but no such move was made.

"One day you'll thank me," He muttered with a grumpy chuckle.

A glance didn't do you any good. It was too dark to see his face.

"For what?" You rolled your eyes again.

It was quiet for so long that you were certain he had just been joking. As if he did anything to help you out, anyway. All he did was piss you off and get in your way.

"For making sure you don't get hurt."

Frustration on the tip of your tongue, you began to retort, "I--," but fell short of the will to say anything back for a minute.

Your glancing around in the dark didn't help you form any thoughts.

Maybe Asahi being so kind was just luck. Not the wise intuition you claimed to be guided by. There were already many times tonight that could've made a turn for the worse, and you hadn't realized until after the fact.

That didn't change how you felt, though, other than some newfound patience for Tetsurou's difficult, demanding nature.

Maru didn't want to go much further than the fifth lamp post, so your small party turned around before you could cross the street.

It was quiet on the way back. Just the jingle of your dog's collar and the flip-flip of these shoes you hated.

You rounded the corner and closed the gate behind you, Tetsurou opting to walk ahead since it was evident to him that there was no danger anymore.

It was just getting to be a comfortable silence when he had to speak up one last time.

"Has this tree always been sideways?"

You genuinely thought it was a joke, so you didn't spare a look when you crossed behind him to get inside. He caught you shoulder the way you hated so much and you swiped your hand to hit him, but saw what he was talking about and froze.

The both of you took a moment, dumbfounded, to stare at your lawn tree. It looked nearly snapped, like a hurricane had come through, but it hadn't rained in weeks. Nothing else was wrecked. Just the tree.

You felt guilty about it for just a second, but rationalized that it had nothing to do with you. You weren't sure what that was from.

"Maybe it was rotted from the inside?" You thought out loud.

He glanced around, suspicion at its full peak, and guided you inside swiftly by your upper back.

Tetsurou locked the door behind you and stayed stock-still, staring through the peephole for so long you didn't bother saying anything to him before heading back upstairs.

At your door, you heard him call to Kenma and Bokuto.

"Did one of you kick that tree in the yard?"

You collapsed against the door with a soft shut and an even softer sigh.

There was no time to deconstruct everything that was discussed, because your eyes followed a sound that nearly made you jump out of your skin.

The man took up so much of your bed. He was on his back, scarred knuckles brushed slowly up and down, a casual pump to quell his impatient cock.

His hand fit much better around it than yours. In his other hand, held closer to his face, he was clicking a small device- the familiar buzz of which inspired a complete takeover of tension between your legs.

Your embarrassment was no secret, and neither was his curiosity.

"I'd love to use this," He grinned and looked you up and down, undressing you with his eyes.

It took some effort to find the lock on the door and make your shaky way over to the bed. Like last time, he met you at the side.

However, you noticed that before you left, he didn't have the same edge in his brow, or the eagerness that defined the way he pulled you into him.

When you stumbled, he caught you and tilted your head for a restless kiss. He was shoving his hands under the waistband of your pants and humming a sort of approval against your cool lips. It sent your stomach back into those fluttery waves of excitement all over again.

"You should take your clothes off," He muttered, fully immersed in his desire since he never had to sober off of it.

"Yeah- I should," You breathed against his rough, needy lips.

You were slipping back in quickly, though, when he took your lips in a chaste, passionate kiss all over again. His hands were slipping over your skin, discarding your hoodie before you could do it yourself.

His whole body was warm, it felt like he was burning through you when you stepped out of your pants and fell against his front. Like a melting ice cube.

When he picked you up this time and set you down, it was less premeditated, more animalistic. You gave a giggling smile when he parted your legs for him.

Any shyness he had before was long-gone after 10 minutes of imagining what he was going to do to you- you squirmed at his spit-slick fingers slipping over your soaking cunt.

"Still so wet for me," He muttered, pleased, into your hair, while his massive body settled over you.

That intense, near-evolutionary drive kicked in again where you believed you could take whatever he wanted to give you all night. It may have been the smell of his sweat, it may have been his grumbly voice.

"Obviously," You smirked. He grinned at your confidence.

"We can take this slow," He rolled a condom on without wasting any extra time, "I don't wanna hurt you."

The statement floored you for a moment. He didn't notice as he lined himself up with your tightness.

It echoed in your brain during the most contradictory part possible.

He sank into you- it wasn't easy, but after hours of build-up -more if you counted the self-pleasure you couldn't resist before he arrived- it was beyond rewarding to watch all of the stress and worry on his brow melt away in one smooth, slow stroke.

"Fuck- fuck, fuck," You whined, his grasp on your hip reassuring, but still a pen in which you couldn't wriggle from or adjust against, "God-!"

Your thighs twitched on either side of him, forcibly relaxed- you tried to catch your breath, but felt like your lungs were too constricted to do so.

His thumb brushed your cheek.

Patience and gentleness in the midst of it all allowed you to breathe a little easier.

Only kindness, with a hint of pity, remained in his expression as you gasped and struggled to ease up around his cock.

He looked away for a moment, his hand leaving the side of your face, and you heard a saving grace.

Asahi did you the liberty of placing it against your clit. His face lit up at the sight and sound of your newfound gratification.

"I bet that feels better, huh?" He smiled against your parted lips, stealing a few of your moans with an excited kiss.

There was a hard-to-pin inquisitiveness about his attitude surrounding your vibrator. Like he was dying to use it on you, feel you writhe around his still cock.

"Ohh my god-! Ah-Mn!" You cried against his lips.

It was met with chuckle and the slow pump of his hips sinking deeper into you.

It dulled the discomfort of his size, leaving only a feeling of fullness between your legs, a satisfied craving, and the intense waves of pleasure from your clit.

His pretty face and perfect body over you- how could you not just announce your paradise to everyone in the city?

One hand laced in yours, and you took control of your vibrator to swirl it the way you preferred while he picked up his leisurely pace.

He barely caught your high-pitched tone at the combination with an alarmed kiss.

Stalling, he warned, "You gotta be quiet," and leaned to press further kisses against your neck.

He quickly learned that you weren't going to stay that way for him, even if his balls were allegedly on the line.

The feeling of him going deeper, your thighs bouncing from his weight that shifted your entire body, and the building waves over your clit.

"Asahi," Came out in a needy moan.

"Shhh," He cooed, gripping the bottom half of your face to get your focus on him.

The beat of his thighs against the back of yours stole your attention instead- you squeezed against his palm with furrowed brows.

Another noisy cry at his size splitting through you, and he instinctively covered your mouth to shut you up.

He thrust hard into you and stayed there, earning a pitiful whimper, and leaned in close to catch your avoidant eyes.

A mutter against your heated skin, "Do I need to keep you quiet?"

His cock was stretching you beyond your limits- that steely look in his pretty brown eyes was so layered.

You clenched around him, butterflies attacking you now, of all times, at his stern tone, but genuine concern.

A gorgeous smile spread across his features when you nodded, helpless, but honest.

He felt too good- he filled you up better than you had imagined. You were stunned to feel that you were already close. There was just no possible way.

This wasn't how you wanted it to go.

It was too soon- you didn't want it to be over so quickly. But now, of course, you realized you didn't have the physical capacity to take him all night.

You tried moving the overwhelming buzz away from your needy clit, but met the resistance of his hand instead.

He pressed just enough to guide you right to an edge you couldn't pull back from. You whimpered against his palm.

You couldn't tell him you were about to cum. You couldn't move away, or speak, nor did you possess the will to push against him. All you did was claw, weak, across his back.

The look in his eyes responded to your subtle panic-pleasure without a word. A gentle fondness that he shouldn't have been capable of while he gave you his rougher strokes.

He removed his hand from your mouth just to swallow your sounds with a starved kiss, an avid grumble at the back of his throat when you took his tongue so well.

"Mm-!" You squeaked, nails digging deep red trenches into his shoulder.

It was an ultimate submission you never had the insurance to safely experience before.

You got the chance for a gasp before getting cut off -half a second before you could alert the entire house- by his huge palm again.

Asahi groaned as you tightened around him. He quickly shut himself up by flexing away the pleasure and leaning down to pant, warm breath spilling against your ear.

"Shh- I got you," His kindhearted whisper strung you along, crushing you underneath his weight, while he repeated that sweet promise, "I got you, baby."

All your worry of it being too soon dissipated as your orgasm wracked through your entire body and filled you with pure bliss. He fucked you hard and steady through it and didn't even grant you the dignity of looking away from him.

Your chest was tight at the end of it, eyes stinging, and you would've sobbed if he wasn't still keeping you quiet.

He watched your journey the whole time through your eyes, wholly captivated by your big, glossy fixation on him. When you blinked away the burn, he took no time to kiss them away.

Your body naturally relaxed, a twitchy and overstimulating process.

He slowed for you after he sucked the rest of your complicated tears up.

He was so heavy, so adamant on keeping your noise down that you couldn't tell him to stop. You weren't sure that you would try, even if he wasn't hindering your communication. The fact that you trusted him so much right now wasn't necessarily wise, but it felt right.

His growing intensity didn't hurt, but it didn't start to feel good until a raspy voice told you:

"Feels so good," He swallowed the spit gathered in his mouth and seethed, a light chuckle breezing past his lips, "You got no fuckin' clue."

That was just kind of sinful confession that gave you nervous chills even though he was already fucking you senseless.

He studied how your eyes clouded over at his words. A restrained, toothy smile nudged your jaw in a sugary kiss.

"I'm not gonna be able to get enough of you," He finally took his hand off of your lips and you were able to gasp at the impact of his words.

When he readjusted, he swept your legs up to his shoulders and dipped back down.

"A-Ah!" You barely choked out before he moved his hand back to its diligent place over your loud mouth.

He was so deep- you felt like he'd split right through you. Yet, you welcomed the possibility with the blessing of another steady-growing climax.

Yet, only one of you was so careless. He was so tender, so considerate because he could feel it, too. How fragile you really were in this position in regards to his size.

"God," He sighed at your loving stare.

"Gonna- ah, make me cum, lookin' at me like that," He groaned, a bit strained.

He finally dipped his head with closed eyes at the sweet, slick heat he just wanted to bury himself in. He couldn't get too carried away, now that it was starting to get difficult.

Your shitty stamina stroked his ego so much that he forgot he wouldn't be too far behind for a while. He got a bit ahead of himself and was paying for it with the climbing pressure in his stomach.

Your pussy was reason enough to fuck you harder, but that face was what really tested him.

His hand twitched at the compelling desire to hear you scream for him, but again, had to keep his sanity for the two of you. Next time he would make sure that brother of yours wouldn't be in the way.

He tried to keep an edge going, but found it laughably difficult to settle down.

If it wasn't your Fuck-me-harder eyes building up the needing to cum, it was your cute tits squished against your soft, scratched-up thighs, right under his chest.

It was impossible to keep himself from riding that high in the end.

As if to spite him, to completely spend all of his restraint, your watery eyes rolled back again. Your muffled whines filled his ears as you tightened once more around him, weaker this time but still more than enough to send him over the edge.

"G-od,fu-ck," He groaned, hitting just the right spot to fuck out both of your orgasms.

You felt him swell inside of you, his grip on your hand crushed yours back to the point that you couldn't claw him, his hips stuttered to a slow stop, deep inside of you.

A sense of satisfaction beyond the physical softened your face, your resistance between his fingers, and all your aching muscles. You weren't quite sure what it was, but didn't feel rushed to figure it out.

He was trembling when he released the lower half of your face, a beautiful sweaty and out of breath mess on top of you.

Once again, you gasped at the opportunity to breathe better.

He tensed up immediately and you flinched at the twitch of his cock inside of you.

"Shit- was I choking you?" He managed to stay worried right after he came.

You grinned, carefree on the backend of your own, and shook your head, "Mm-mm."

The look of unmatched relief that washed over him was supremely attractive.

He pulled himself out, slowly, and made a face at how much he came before turning to discard the tied-up thing into the trash with a solid toss.

You welcomed his cuddly shuffle up to your side by burrowing into his slippery chest, and sighed at last, "Cute butt."

That, of all things, made him uncomfortable. He cringed when you spared a glance up to his face from his chin. You rolled your eyes at his overthinking.

"You must be an athlete, or something--," You rubbed your face harder into his chest and felt his laugh resonate throughout your body.

It all felt natural. The joking, the cuddling, the winding down. You both forgot that you weren't together, let alone that you had only known each other for less than a week.

It was already warm with him next to you, but you were happy to be under the soft throw he found and pulled over.

"I can't believe you came twice," His soft laugh invited an embarrassed, but sharp look from you.

He clarified, "It's really hot, don't get me wrong--,"

"I'm not usually so easy," You half-joked.

A big, handsome guy that knew how to use his dick, went down on you, listened to you, and didn't shy away from a vibrator? It'd be a challenge to find a girl who wouldn't cum that quick.

You blushed under the cover of darkness at his gentle, comforting hold on your breast and reassuring kiss to the side of your neck.

The ache in your belly was evident when you were flipped over to be little spoon. It burned pretty bad and you couldn't exactly hide it.

"Did I hurt you--?"

"No," You muttered, clearing your throat, "No, I wouldn't say that."

He placed a big hand on your tummy, feather-light, and you looked over your shoulder to meet his perceptive gaze.

You sure as hell couldn't lie to this guy. He saw right through you.

You pouted and gripped your pillow. Of course you couldn't handle his dick the way you wanted to, the way you bragged about or even genuinely thought you could.

"You were so good," You admitted, a little sad in tone.

A warm kiss to the back of your head. He took the weight of his arm off of your sore body, sighing into your hair.

"You were, too."

He decided to drop the subject, since you both had strong opinions that seemed to clash.

You smiled.

You talked about a range of topics for the rest of the night. General information, first, then personal interests that turned into a long conversation about volleyball, then family history, then academics, then personality, goals, and attraction.

Soon it was 4 in the morning. You were eating popsicles from your freezer and discussing the adventure he had to get up to your window.

You both watched, trying your best to stay quiet, a minutes-long video one of his friends sent in the Karasuno volleyball group chat of him falling out of the tree outside.

A hand flew up to your mouth to silence your intense giggle-fit. You had no idea how you were going to keep something like this a secret from Tetsurou.

Before too long, the pain in your tummy was just an ache and the stranger in your bed turned into a lover overnight.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 7 months ago

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Love without lust

Emperor Caracalla x wife!reader

warning : smutish, erection problem, hurt/comfort, kissing, cuddling

Summary : After the festival lots of food and drink was passed around, coins were handed out and bets were placed. Above all, it was also the rhinoceros that had been prepared, Caracalla brushed himself with the special powder...but in the hours afterwards he had to realize lamentably that once again he could not pursue his love and lust even if he wanted to.

info : OMG I knew I had to write this idea after reading the script, but he can't have anything nice without suffering. Have fun reading ;)

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A leader had to be strong and successful, he had to be a strategist and always two steps ahead of everyone else, but he also had to be windy who could wrap everyone around his finger just to strike at the right moment.

There were also attributes of kindness and yielding in order not to be rejected in negotiations, as a ruler it was always a fine line between being right and being condemned.

But there were attributes that at least Geta somehow managed to get right, who at least somehow tried to lead Rome for a few years, trying to implement all the knowledge his father had taught him and it all worked somehow, that was the main thing.

Everything worked except his brother Caracalla was not what he was supposed to be from the beginning, too bad, too jittery, not perfect and with his progressing madness it got worse and worse.

He loved his wife, his brother and Dundus, but above all it was his lucid moments that hurt him when he saw what he had done, what he had failed to do, that only hurt him more.

As much as his wife's encouraging words reassured him, if he could just take her hand and enjoy it he felt less bad, ,,My amusement is to see your joy” he had once told her when he had presented a trick with Dundus and her smile had enchanted him.

It had warmed his heart and made his stomach tingle with love and lust, something they would perform in the bedchamber...wouldn't he provide there too.

At first they were hardly noticeable, but they both had a duty to fulfill, an inheritance to be made, and even if the love was there, the emperor's body seemed to belong less and less to him.

As often as he sought out his beloved to make love to her, to make her happy in the light of torches, the more often it was his body that could not and he lay in her arms, ,,It will work out one day,” she tried to comfort him and stroked the blond hair on his head.

Even if their unhappiness boiled over from time to time, an empire like Rome's needs heirs, at least one, and when Geta died Caracalla would not be able to rule alone, not in his condition.

It was an open fact that was told behind closed doors...but this was not to be the case today. A big party was thrown when the new gladiators had fought and the arena fight in particular had pleased many of the elite and especially the emperors, ,,A ravishing celebration my dear” came from the empress's lips as she sat on the couch next to her husband.

Caracalla's broad grin reflected his excitement, there was the best food, gold hung everywhere and the exoticism only seemed to increase, ,,It's to everyone's liking!” she heard Geta say louder and cheers could be heard as her brother-in-law gave her a quick friendly glance.

Before the marriage it had always been Geta who had taken care of his brother, now he had found a helping hand in her and a compassion that meant a lot to him, returning the look she placed her hand on that of her husband.

Blue eyes that glanced hastily from the audience to her became calm for a moment, ,,You like it? Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked more quietly, almost unsure that he couldn't give her everything.

She nodded and leaned in to give him a quick kiss, feeling him cling to her, his answer coming from the woman who meant so much more to him than all of Rome could. So much more than a wife, a mother, a daughter, an aunt, someone to play with, to love, to desire. She was his heart.

The festival progressed and at some point both emperors joined the company themselves, which she did, some merchants had brought the latest fabrics and toys, both things that she and Caracalla both liked, which is why she left her husband's side for a moment.

A moment of which she was unaware of what he was doing, or rather what he hoped to gain from it, when only minutes later all the nobles gathered again in the main hall to attend the gladiatorial fight, during which she held Caracalla's hand to stem the tide of his euphoria.

The fight, the blood, the excitement, all of these things were something he liked more than ever since his illness. He knew that it somehow did him good, but it could also be insidious, which is why she always kept an eye on her darling.

But even when the fight was exciting, the crowd was cheering and even Geta the gladiator was applauding, Caracalla seemed more interested in enjoying himself than in swapping stories, so she left him and only said a few words of appreciation to the “poet” before she was the first to leave to put an end to the last hour of noise, wine and debauchery.

She used this time to occupy herself with embroidery, read books about fertility and tried to find a solution to her husband's problem with the doctors, which was more difficult than she had assumed.

From old writings that were hardly lesbian, to alternative remedies that were more deadly than helpful for her, to the idea that she should sleep with Geta, which was out of the question for her and them.

She knew how hard it was to run an empire and be there for the family at the same time, but she wanted to help if she gave birth to an heir, but it was Caracala's "fault" that it didn't work, because where there was no seed, there could be no child.

Hours that slowly brought the day to an end, she spoke once more with Geta who wanted to consult with the Senate the next morning, Caracalla disappeared into his room and did not take part in the meal - not unusual but disappointing.

The three of them were always calm, not too mad but not too sad either, he was kept happy by her and his brother and now alone, ,,He will find himself...believe me he always does” Geta tried to cheer her up before brother-in-law and sister-in-law wished each other goodnight and disappeared into their respective bedrooms as the moon slowly rose over Rome.

Her own toga already removed and her servants sent away, she wrapped herself in her evening cloak and lay down on the bed, her eyes on the text on the parchment as the crackling of fire from the torches could be heard...until she heard footsteps and only moments later the door to her chamber was pulled open.

,,Caracallas! Is everything all right?” she asked, unsure if anything had happened, which is why he came in so exuberantly, almost jittery, more excited than usual as he let the doors fall shut behind him and ignored her question, heading straight for her bed and leaping towards her.

Hands taking away her parchments and a broad smile that took her by surprise as he engaged her in a hasty kiss, his hands trying to open her robe trembling with overwhelm and her own fingers barely able to stop him.

,,Alive! My love I feel more ready than ever” he finally answered as he broke away from her, a brief moment between them as he looked at her, his blue eyes dilated and she saw the white sweater still lightly on his nose.

What had he taken? The question popped into her head, but when she felt his lips on her neck, nibbling and biting, she knew that whatever it was might lead to a result that pleased them both.

Her hands loosened his own clothes as best they could, he caressed her body, taking in every spot that wasn't covered, and she fell back into the pillows as she enjoyed his touch again.

Her fingers stroked through his blond hair, ,,Such a beautiful boy," she praised him and saw the bright pink waves between the smudged make-up, heard his groan and kissed him once more as he ran his hands over her breasts, massaging them lightly and kissing the warm skin further to her center and she hoped in her increasingly lust-filled mind that it would work.

The love between them had felt this good for a long time and she was almost as excited as she had been on their first night of marriage when he pushed her robe off her thighs and her body was almost completely exposed.

She closed her eyes as she could almost feel him...but when she heard the sudden rustle of fabric and a intake of air, she opened her eyes, slightly confused.

The lust that had just taken hold of him was mixed with panic and fear, blue eyes clouded with tears as he looked down at himself and looked like he was going to cry, ,,Don't...not again...I'm sorry” he couldn't quite form the sentence, he moved away from her avoiding her gaze as she slowly brought clarity back into her own head and straightened her robe.

Carefully crawling over to him, she placed her arms around him, pulling him into an embrace and feeling the tremors as he cried, as tears dripped and makeup smudged, ,,It's okay, I'm not disappointed you know that...it will work out one day,” she assured him as she caught a glimpse of his body.

What was initially a lust, an arousal was now a soft one again despite the drug he must have taken from the party, but Caracalla shook his head and held on to her tightly, only slowly catching her as his words simply turned back into tears.

,,You are an emperor, Caracallas you are my husband, my sweet sweet boy do you understand?” she asked as she took one of his hands to stroke him slowly over the head.

The empress voice cracked slightly as she saw him so hurt again, it hurt to see him like this when he was so full of joy, so full of confidence that he could finally give her a child...that he could finally be a better father of his own and she could finally be a mother who cared for a real child and not him.

Her kisses on his head continued to judge him all around and she slowly let him go, ,,Yes-Yes I understand...I thought it would work, just once more it didn't have to work...our love could have accomplished so much” he slowly let out and repositioned himself.

His head shot to hers in prayer and his blue eyes looked up at the painted ceiling showing the heroics and gods she held out one hand for him to hold onto and her other continued to stroke his head like a mother would, like his mother had done.

She held him there while the torches burned around them and she gradually felt his peace, ,,Our love will reach so much” she assured him saw blue eyes look at her and his smile became confident, he believed her and two hearts beat the same again that night as fear and sorrow were submerged in soft loving kisses and they had a night of safety and above all true love.

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alexrosa13 · 5 months ago

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Hi! I've read your writing about the supermodel! I'm obsessed with it! Can you do something similar but make the MC/reader an idol?

Idol

Xavier; Zayne; Rafayel; Sylus; Caleb; Jeremiah; Greyson; Thomas; Luke & Kieran x female!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: may come out a little suggestive if you squint (Xavier; Sylus; Greyson), alcohol (Thomas), hinted at bisexual reader in Luke & Kieran's part

Note: OMG HELL YES, I was really confused if the idea was supposed to be about just idol, or a k-pop kind of idol so I went with the idea of the reader being a soloist whether k-pop or not - doesn't matter

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Music is what feelings sound like...

Xavier

How do we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine

Nothing can keep us apart

'Cause you are the one I was meant to find

~ „Rewrite The Stars” Zac Efron, Zendaya

★ falls asleep listening to your music, makes it his ringtone, all of his chores are done while humming to it, he's obsessed in the cutest way

★ oh if you'd ever write a song inspired by him; expect him to not leave you alone for at least two weeks straight, he will be tailing you like a puppy wherever you go (if you're already on this stage in a relationship then bathroom included, you can lock the door but this dude can teleport sooo...)

★ would get any merch you release and would (will) make you sign it (please add a little heart or a star to your autograph every now and then, he will cherish those pieces the most)

★ after your concerts, late at night in your shared home, you would have a private concert between just the two of you and occasionally you would also invite animals that came to visit you

"Xavier my voice is dead, you have to sing solo." you laughed while taking a sip of water from your bottle.

"But without my other half this song isn't as special as it's supposed to be, it's our song." he complained, while looking too cute with a little frown on his face.

"Then pick another song, and this one we'll sing together tomorrow, deal?" you came closer to him, your arms curling around his neck, hugging him.

You swore that the brightest stars of tonight's sky were hidden in his eyes, looking at you as if reflecting your shine, as if your joy was what made him truly the happiest.

With a quiet sight he complied, agreeing to continue your little concert another day, letting your vocal cords rest after hours of singing.

You felt his hands tightening its hold at your waist before casting you up, making you cling to him even more, while your legs wrapped around his waist. You threw him a questioning look, but he simply smiled while proceeding to carry you towards your shared bathroom.

"Xavier? May I ask what exactly are you doing?" you giggled a bit while he sat you down at the edge of the tub.

"Planning to spoil you and get you ready for bed." he said casually while already starting to prepare a bath.

"So the first point of your little plan is running me a bath?" he nodded, not looking at you, too focused on getting the right temperature of water "Will you join me?" now you got his attention. Seeing your smiley face he wouldn't even dream of refusing, deciding to simply chuckle to himself and nod his head once more.

Zayne

Unconditional, unconditionally

I will love you unconditionally

There is no fear now

Let go and just be free

~ „Unconditionally” Katy Perry

★ makes sure that you don't overwork yourself, which sometimes may be hard while your new album is about to drop or a tour is approaching

★ sometimes, especially in the evening when it's just the two of you in the quietness of your home, you like to sit in his office and write songs while he works, some lyrics would never leave your notes, too personal to share them with the world

★ would attend award ceremonies with you, however he won't walk the red carpet by your side, when asked about it he simply says that it's only your moment to shine, but you know that it's just because he's not fully comfortable with that kind of attention on him

★ if you play instruments in a different room while he's working he would purposely leave the door to his office open, same with singing, once he'll finished with all of the documents he would go to find you and listen to you in person, sometimes hiding behind the wall as 'not to distract you'

He heard another faint note coming from the piano in the living area of your home, soon accompanied by your voice, so quiet and soft that Zayne almost couldn't catch it.

Looking at the clock in the corner of the monitor of his work laptop and noticing the late hour he decided to call it a night. The rest of his work can wait until tomorrow, now he wanted to spend the remaining hours of the day with his love, and nothing could stop him.

He left his office and made his way through the dark corridor, his steps quiet, not wanting to alert you of his presence, planning to stay unnoticed for a while and enjoy your little concert.

And just like any other time: he succeeded.

He leaned against the wall on the other side of the room while watching your back, slightly lit garden making as your background behind the huge window.

If recorded - this moment could fit perfectly in one of your future music videos, but instead it was just his to savor.

A perfectly played melody synchronized with your voice sounded like an angel singing lullaby accompanied by the gentle noises of its wings swaying in the air.

Unnoticed by him the song finally came to an end, last note leaving the instrument before your finger left the key.

Seconds later the sound of a quiet applause from behind your back stirred you, quickly you turned around on your seat, catching eye contact with your lover.

"Will there finally come a time when you'll stop sneaking up on me when I play?" you teased with not even a hint of irritation in your voice.

"I simply do not wish to disturb your focus, once you're fully into the song you tend to lose yourself in it. I wouldn't dream of breaking that state." his smirk made you let out a quiet giggle.

"Come and join me."

Rafayel

Ain't no prayer, ain't no God that could save us from our love

Ain't no rainfall, ain't no flood that could drown all our sorrow

~ „Lovers In The Dark” Sophie Morelli

★ in a pack with a boyfriend you got yourself a free stylist, well not exactly free, but your payment now are kissed and complements

★ poor Thomas would never hear the end of Raf's ramblings about you... "Rafayel I know that your girlfriend is really really important to you BUT I NEED YOUR ASS TO GET BACK TO PAINTING, WE HAVE CUSTOMERS!" while Rafayel stays in his seat, unbothered, ordering thousands of new designer clothes for you - yeah it's hard to be a manager of such a diva

★ would put his artistic soul to use when you need a new album cover, either would paint something inspired by your song or play your photographer for a bit

★ concerts backstage can get really chaotic sometimes, all sets of hands put to work, making sure that everything will go smoothly - and Rafayel making sure that you look your absolute best (girl fire your stylist at this point)

"Babe who hurt you?" he looked at you looking genuinely terrified.

"Rafayel. It's just an outfit, I'll be fine." your gaze returned to a mirror, trying to believe in your own words.

"JUST AN OUTFIT?! Baby there's absolutely no way I'm letting you on stage in this... Horrible, horrible, piece of fabric." his eyes never left your clothes, his brows drew together in a grimace, half an hour was left before you'll need to wrap everything up and walk out to face the cameras and your fans, he needs to fix the mess your 'stylist' made.

"Can you fix it in twenty minutes?" you asked, the confidence disappearing from your expression, looking at him with a plead. Instantly he moved towards your wardrobe, pulling you after him.

"Give me ten." he signaled for you to take off this outfit while busying himself in the countless clothes, working his art.

He'll be damned if he'll let you leave this room in anything less than gorgeous and fabulous.

He had a mission to fulfill, and your image to protect.

Hours later he waited in your changing room for the people to stop running around you, logging onto his social media to see any new posts about you.

WHO'S THAT DIVA???

DOES SHE LIKE WOMEN TOO? Asking for a friend.

I don't think so, she took her bf on the red carpet last time 😔

WHYYYY, WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS TO STEAL HER FROM US

seeing people just now discovering that she dates Rafayel is wild

WAIT. I JUST GOT TO KNOW THAT SHE'S TAKEN AND NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME SHE DATES THE RAFAYEL??? 😭😭😭

Idk who I am more jealous about...

⬆️⬆️⬆️ literally me

BISEXUAL PANIC 🫡

He chuckled to himself, yeah he won the world the moment you agreed to date him.

Sylus

They say all good boys go to Heaven

But bad boys bring Heaven to you

It's automatic

It's just what they do

~ „Heaven” Julia Michaels

★ mysterious boyfriend pt. 2 - the one and only time when your fans 'saw' him was in one of your mv's, but only his back was visible while you were clinging to his side, at first they thought that it was some random actor but then they saw the same white hair on one of your social media stories and rumors started to fly

★ would give twins the tickets to your concert under the excuse of watching you in case someone came there to hurt you, but in reality it's just because he knows they enjoy your concerts and wants them to have some fun

★ he'll ensure your safety on any kinds of events, not trusting your company to take care of it properly

★ in one interview you mentioned that your partner is absolutely tone-deaf, laughing about it, saying how opposites attract, in another one you said how your partner loves your singing and how they are your biggest supporter and inspiration

You just stepped out of your morning shower, putting on underwear you went to sit down on a stool before the mirror, about to dry your hair and do your morning beauty routine.

With the loud humming of the hair dryer drowning out other noises you began to sing, loudly, thinking that no one will hear it.

Well, you were wrong.

About a minute in you noticed a silhouette standing by the door.

Damn you should really learn to lock it.

"Sylus?" you asked, turning the hair dryer off, watching him through the mirror's reflection.

"Don't mind me sweetheart. I'm just enjoying the show." you turned around to face him with your face expression screaming 'really?', but he remained unbothered, reaching to close the door and right after taking a couple steps your way finding himself right behind you "Allow me."

The hair dryer was gently taken away from your hand, your eyes met his in the mirror, smile threatened to show on your lips, but you still tried to keep up the facade of annoyance.

Yet completely unbothered Sylus began drying your hair, humming a tune in the meantime, a sound that you almost didn't catch.

Seeing his eyes focused on your hair, you closed your own in a relaxed manner, your voice synchronizing with his when you started to hum the well-known melody of the song you wrote for him a long time ago.

A quiet domesticated moment before your long day began was something that you didn't even know you needed today, but were absolutely grateful that it happened. Grateful that you had someone to share this morning with.

Caleb

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?

I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now

~ „Airplanes” B.o.B, Hayley Williams

★ imagine being highschool sweethearts with Caleb, every girl being jealous of you, sending you hateful glances every time they saw you leaning on his arm during a break between the classes, and every guy either congratulating him on dating you or plotting to steal you away from him

★ and in the middle of it all: both of you just didn't care - too busy with admiring the other to notice the jealous looks you received at every corner, every gift given to you by someone else than your lover being either rejected or thrown away

★ everyone knew that you'll go far in life, with his plans about becoming a pilot and your dreams of existing in the music industry, supporting each other in your goals

★ and with another concert bringing a huge echo on the news questions started floating around you; did you have a partner? Well that was a secret no one knew the truth about, with you dodging any question regaining your private life like a pro

The screams and cheering felt like home, you standing with a microphone before thousands of people, feeling like you made it.

Another song starting to play, the show going on, you and your dancers flowlessly navigating through the stage, during one of the quiet moments between the verses, your eyes began scanning the front row, eager to meet one pair of eyes watching you.

And sure enough: among the sea of flashes, phones and signs one immediately caught your eye.

[ Your Wish Is Here 🍎⭐]

A giggle slipped out from your mouth, your mic catching the sound before you moved your face away, cheers erupted from everywhere around you, your eyes met his.

The next words before you came back to singing got an even louder reaction from the crowd.

"All of my wishes came true already." and the lyrics of your song began floating out of your mouth, all the while holding the eye contact with those beautiful violet eyes.

You made it.

Jeremiah

Lilacs for all of the lies

Daisies for days that I cried

I love to watch 'em as they die

Orchids when I want a kiss

All that I need is your tulips on mine

~ „Don't Send Me Flowers” Sorana

★ to say that you were an unexpected match would be an understanding. A humble florist with a worldwide music star? Yeah, maybe in a dreams.

★ your fans knew that you had someone, the smile on your face every time you were asked about your partner was telling them enough, even if your mouth didn't.

★ in reality this match was as if made in Heaven: your radiating kindness together with his calm but sweet demeanor, never before have you had a partner that was so understanding and patient with you

★ the truth as to why you never spoke his name was a mystery, you talked about him so much, they saw you with him every now and then, so why was his name such a high guarded secret?

"So... Are you coming with me for the next tour?" you asked in a hopeful tone, it was a week before the whole thing shall begin, and you had yet to hear an answer from his lips.

Today he texted you that he finally decided, you weren't particularly stressed, if he'll agree then you'll be happy, if he'll refuse then you'll be... well, less happy but still understanding and just slightly sadden by the fact.

The look on his face didn't tell you anything, perfectly calm and composed.

"Well I had a lot of thinking to do, and some work with the documents." his identity creates complications every now and then "And I've decided..." he made a dramatic pause, the hopeful look on your face made his heart throb.

"Well? Tell me! You kept me in the dark for too long Mister!" your expression turned into a fake annoyance, unable to help himself he chuckled.

"I'll come with you." instantly you jumped onto him, almost making you both fall in the process but he managed to steady you in time, damn he's actually kinda strong...

The smile didn't leave either of your faces for the rest of the day, your happiness caused by his agreement and his caused by your joy.

Yeah, a perfect harmony.

Greyson

And every time we touch, boy, you make me feel weak

I can tell you're shy, and I think you're so sweet

Spendin' every night under covers and

Still I wonder, could you fall for a woman like me?

~ „Woman Like Me” Little Mix, Nicki Minaj

★ imagine him being your fan previously to your meeting and relationship, nothing too intense, but he knew you and your music well enough to recognize you

★ now imagine his shock when he randomly saw you sitting at the quiet cafe he often visited after leaving his work, enjoying your favorite drink while occupied by a book lying open before you

★ he tried not to stare, you probably came there to relax and wouldn't wish to be bothered by a fan asking for a photo or autograph, so he tried to go about his day, trying to act like he totally didn't recognize his celebrity crush

★ now imagine his shock when you spoke to him when he was passing by your table, saying that his glasses suit him, a nice compliment turned into an hour spent talking to each other, with him leaving the cafe with an autograph in his notebook, a photo with you hugging him, and your number to top that

"Darling do you know where my Saint Laurent heels are?" he heard your voice coming from the bathroom, probably finishing up your make-up.

Turning off the stove he went to the bedroom, knowing where to look for your (expensive) shoes.

And sure enough: they were there, lying carelessly in the corner of your room, the memories of how they ended up there bringing a blush to his face.

He picked them up, much more carefully than you when you dropped them to the floor, and headed back to give them to you.

Just as he left the bedroom he saw you, standing before the body length mirror put right next to the entrance door, fixing your jewelry.

He took a second to admire you, the way your body looked in your carefully picked outfit, the way your hair looked absolutely perfect and your make-up imitating a professional work.

How did he even got to date you?

Oh, right, he didn't, you picked him, grabbed him by a collar like you would a kitten saying 'This one's mine.' and he just accepted it (gladly).

"Darling? My shoes?" your voice brought him back from a daydream, he met your eyes through the mirror's reflection, a knowing smile formed on your lips.

He rushed towards you, showing you the items in his hands.

"Thank you darling." you kissed his cheek, unknowingly to him leaving a lipstick mark.

You bent to put on the shoes, with him moving away to pick up your purse, handing it to you once you stood up straight.

You took your possession from him and moved your palm to caress his cheek for a second, gracing him with one more smile of yours before turning around and leaving the walls of your shared apartment.

Thomas

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

~ „Enchanted” Taylor Swift

★ you met him during one of the after parties after a gala that he attended with (instead of) Rafayel, he was sipping nonalcoholic drink, rethinking all of his life choices after another one of artist's runaways from the cameras

★ imagine your drunk ass laughing from something that your friends were saying, unnoticed by you coming too close to a tables put on the higher platform and falling in a way that had you landing right on Thomas's lap

★ it was a start to your love story, you spend an evening together, talking about the industries and random life fun-facts, the night ending in him driving you home and exchanging numbers

★ you were one of the rising stars back then, overworked and underappreciated, you felt like you didn't have a say in your career, everyone deciding for you, even your social media were carefully monitored and you needed an approval from the management before posting anything, that was until Thomas put a stop to it

"You don't understand how much your career costs the company! Your music is better as it is, so leave your little notes in the trash and get back to the studio to work with the professionals." your manager, an old guy whose wife left taking the kids with her, screamed at you on the corridor, right after another long, boring meeting regarding your status in the industry.

"If only they would take a peek at my lyrics maybe it would work for the be-" you tried to argue, but the look he sent you made you quiet down instantly.

"I don't care about your little scribbles." harshly he yanked the papers from your hands, crumpling the paper with his grip "This is trash. Everything you do - is trash. So if you want us not to drop you and your little music career then just stay quiet and do what you're told." you felt the numbness creeping up on you, this isn't what you wanted your life to look like. You saw the old man opening up his mouth to probably let out more insults about you and your work, but another voice interrupted your conversation before he got the chance to continue.

"I'm pretty sure that insulting your artists is against the company's policy." you looked at Thomas, he told you that he'll be at a meeting in your work place today, he probably just finished up with that.

Before your manager could mutter out an excuse Thomas clicked something on his phone, a voice recording started playing, a proof of what happened a moment earlier.

You couldn't help the smile that threatened to show, he had lots of recordings like those actually.

You saw how the colors left your manager's face and knew that you caught him.

You shared a knowing look with Thomas, silently thanking him.

It will all be alright.

Luke & Kieran

Yeah, you fell in love

But you fell deeper in this pit

While death rains from above

So count your blessings 'cause this is it

You're not letting it go

So what if I misbehave? It's what everybody craves

~ „Addict” Michael Kovach, Chi-Chi

★ I hope you're ready for the chaos, because girl you're in for a ride. The amount of support you would get from every single man above but make it double.

★ imagine being a loud, confident, outspoken woman in the industry, rising up high just as a teen, everyone knew who you are, either loving or hating you (you were probably a wake up call for young teens gayness)

★ none of the men could ever handle you, so who could blame you when you got yourself two super sweet and silly boyfriends, breaking a standard once again?

★ your partners were a mystery, people knew about them, sure, but they knew them without ever seeing their faces or knowing their names, the most of the info they got was when a video from the backside of your concert got leaked, showing a cute moment between you and two men, dressed in black comfy clothes covering them whole with a hood dropped over their heads and a masks

"You'll drop me!" your high pinched scream could be heard together with your laugh, and a loud chuckle from one of the two men.

One of them had you dropped over his shoulders, attempting to do a squat with you as his additional weight.

"OMG STOP!" you continued screaming while laughing, clearly having fun.

"Aaaaand..." the other guy followed you two down, cheering up on the man holding you "WE GOT IT!" he screamed when the other man came back to stand after his successful squat without dropping you,

"I'LL KILL YOU TWO!" you playfully tugged on their hair to which they both let out a couple of dramatic 'auw!'s.

The video ended with the camera dropping down and the sound of the three of you laughing,

Safe to say that it made a storm in the media.

I AM SORRFY WHSO ARE THEYD?

THATS WHAT ALL OF US WANT TO KNOW SIS

Well that was not on my 2048 bingo card...

my crush got herself 2 boyfriends and I'm fine with it. *sob*

I have a couple of not really appropriate questions.

*hides a notebook* a couple of whaaaaaat

Okay, so the bisexual Queen got a man. Two men. Chat how are we coping?

*cries into a pillow*

It's a hard day for us girlies out here.

We fight, she's held hostage🤺🤺🤺

OMG I JUST WOKE UP???!!! 🥹😭

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ducksido · 1 month ago

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hiii :3 could you write headcanons about dorm leaders with a s/o who's like idia

Riddle Rosehearts

At first, he’s… confused. Your lack of eye contact and mumbled anime references during tea time make him think you’re mocking him.

Once he realizes you’re just very socially awkward, he becomes much more patient.

He lowkey finds your rambling about your favorite games kind of… impressive? You speak fast, you’re passionate, and it’s endearing.

Tries to gently coax you into tea parties to help your social anxiety. He’ll sit beside you like, “It’s alright, you don’t need to speak unless you’re comfortable.”

If you info-dump, he listens with unexpected interest—even if he doesn’t understand half of it.

Will lecture anyone who makes fun of your quirks. “That’s just how they communicate! It’s called a comfort topic—show some respect!”

Leona Kingscholar

You're like… a tiny, nervous house cat. He’s both entertained and bewildered.

He definitely teases you at first. “Oi, you’ve got something to say? Spit it out already.” But secretly finds your stuttering adorable.

The first time you compare him to a JRPG antihero, he rolls his eyes… but doesn’t stop you. “Tch. You nerds are all the same.”

Loves watching you play games while you narrate what’s going on. Will lie on your lap like a lazy lion and listen with half-lidded eyes.

100% spoils you once he realizes you’re touch-starved. “C’mere, shut up and let me nap on you.”

If someone calls you creepy or weird, expect a very calm but threatening “Wanna repeat that to my face?”

Azul Ashengrotto

Immediately relates to your anxious tendencies. Social anxiety besties <3

Loves that you’re not clingy in public. He’s all for quiet quality time in his lounge or study.

Buys you rare merchandise or figures without even being asked. “I came across this limited-edition item and thought you might enjoy it.”

You make him feel less alone—he no longer feels like the only anxious nerd in NRC.

He melts a little when you stim nervously or pace while thinking. “You’re adorable when you're lost in thought…”

Is impressed by your game strategies. “You cleared that dungeon solo? Remind me never to underestimate you again.”

Kalim Al-Asim

HE THINKS YOU’RE THE CUTEST THING ALIVE.

Will listen to you infodump for hours even if he has no idea what you’re talking about. Just nods with stars in his eyes.

Tries to get you out of your shell by inviting you to parties—which you hate at first, but Kalim always makes sure you have a quiet escape plan if needed.

Loves your hoodie + pajama aesthetic. “You're always cozy!! Can I get a hoodie like yours?”

Gives you anime plushies as gifts constantly.

Protective in his own way—if someone makes you feel bad about your hobbies, he goes full golden retriever mode: “What?? That’s so mean!! Your games are awesome!!”

Vil Schoenheit

At first glance? He’s skeptical.

But when he learns your behaviors stem from social anxiety and not apathy, he softens significantly.

Tries to bring out your confidence. “You’re brilliant—stop hiding behind that screen.”

Surprisingly patient when teaching you how to be more comfortable around people… but he’ll also call you out. “No, darling, muttering your rebuttal after the conversation ends doesn’t count as standing up for yourself.”

Slowly helps you care more about self-image, but in a way that still respects your boundaries. Yes, you can still wear oversized sweaters.

Secretly watches anime to understand your references. Will never admit it.

Idia Shroud

You're literally his dream partner. He thinks he downloaded you from a dating sim at first.

The relationship is mostly texting even when you’re in the same room.

You two have the most insane, cryptic conversations that no one else understands. Just obscure memes, gaming references, and dramatic anime monologues.

You both stim together while watching streams. Cuddling under a blanket fort, surrounded by LED lights, is peak intimacy.

If you ever show affection first, he instantly short-circuits.

He is SO possessive in a feral nerd way. “If someone else tries to talk to you, I’ll delete their save file irl.”

Malleus Draconia

Finds your mannerisms absolutely fascinating. Like an ancient dragon trying to understand modern introverts.

He likes that you’re not intimidated by him—just by… everything else.

If you nervously mutter anime lines, he’ll try to learn them. “...Was that a chant? Is this a courtship ritual in your realm?”

He’s incredibly patient with your social anxiety. Actually prefers the quiet comfort of your presence over noisy events.

You bring him handheld games and slowly get him into gacha culture. He’s way too good at pulling 5-stars.

If anyone mocks your interests, he stares them down until they cry. “You shall not speak so freely of what you do not understand.”

#twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #twst yuu #twst headcanons

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donutdrawsthings · 17 days ago

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why is your doctor called the one who shone?

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Might as well write out what her whole deal is! I never did because I wanted to write her "introduction episode", but I'm really not a great writer. I'm just an ideas guy, really!

She's called "the one who shone" because her regeneration existed briefly, yet joyously! Her energy was infectious when she existed and brightened everyone's day. This regeneration also existed briefly for atypical reasons. She is a paradoxical regeneration, a regeneration that exists, but isn't supposed to.

The Master had created this Frankenstein's Monster type of Weeping Angel... called The Impossible Angel. Unlike regular angels that feed on "unlived potential" time energy, THIS Angel feeds on the impossible. It feeds on what never should be, paradoxes! paradoxical time energy! You are send to several time periods at once, split into pieces but still visibly whole. You are an impossible part of time and with every breath you take, time decays around you, changing things in ways that were not meant to be.

This creation had touched the Doctor and pulled out a regeneration that was never meant to exist. And since the Doctor is so old, and can live for so very long, her existing in and of itself as a paradox, is enough for the impossible angel to keep on growing stronger and collect more paradoxical time energy than it's actually able to hold.

It is a time bomb, literally! And when it goes off, it resets the entire universe!

Since THIS Doctor is the reason the whole universe is at risk at all, she figured she should find a way to focus this reset on her regeneration alone. Make it so that she never existed in the first place. With some tinkering and quick, smart thinking, she succeeded with her plans, resetting the universe to before she was created and destroying the poor, Impossible Angel in the process.

Elisa still remembers her. Very well, in fact. Every minute she'd spend with her. But when she encounters the Doctor again and sees him stepping out of his TARDIS, she is quickly walked past, making it clear that the woman she knew is truly, gone forever.

I had way more ideas for her story, like her introduction and other episode ideas, but I'll leave those under the cut!

For the Doctor's introduction, she wakes up after regenerating, finding herself crashed in London with no memory of what happened before. Nothing unusual sofar, but then she sees some suspicious activity at a school and starts investigating. This is where she meets her companion, Elisa!

Elisa gets bullied/outcasted heavily at her school and it has her feeling all types of low. She's alone in the girl's bathroom, crying, and a perfect next victim to add to the list of kids with a mysterious sickness that leaves them bedridden. Then the Doctor barges in with this little doohickey she'd build out of a branch. It tracks the source of an alien metal, and the source of said metal would make itself known only seconds later.

It's a Panagralid, otherwise known as a data worm! It chases after the two all over the school, but it's only visible to Elisa, so everyone thinks she's just acting up. They manage to throw it off their scent by literally throwing her school blazer with her scent at it and hiding in a closet.

The doctor catches her up to speed on what's going on, Elisa being frustrated at the Doctor for almost being excited about this horrifying thing, and they discuss what it wants. Data worms feed on information, and the females have these metal plates on their body to store info on for their young. Other species often keep and train female data worms though to obtain certain bits of information in secret (because it can cloak itself!). The doctor has all these plans to combat things, but then gets hit by a wave of post-regeneration sickness unlike anything she's ever felt before, and she briefly blips out of existence. Well, to her it was brief. in actuality she's disappeared for hours, leaving Elisa to go home alone and wonder why the data worm wants HER specifically.

Well turns out, it didn't want her specifically, and she isn't as special as she thought she was.

This trio of aliens has actually set up shop at the school and have trained the data worm to specifically harvest negativity. Apparently, negative emotions are a currency on their planet, and a human school is essentially the perfect place to farm it and become rich. It doesn't matter to them that it leaves the victim basically bedridden with exhaustion.

Anyways, I never worked out exactly how the Doctor would work this out, but it ends in the school basically having exploded and the 3 aliens picked up by space authorities. This leaves Elisa without a school and the lingering hurt still left from being called "not special". So when she sees the opportunity to sneak into the Doctor's TARDIS, she does.

This brings us to the next story: THE PHANTOM SUN

The Doctor discovers Elisa has sneaked in, which is perfectly timed with the TARDIS being dragged towards this space ship from the future. A strong gravitational pull has pulled them in and they can't leave. The Doctor is really frustrated with this because she's not keen on endangering a 15 year old with her travels, while also still struggling to figure out how she came to regenerate and what made her "blip" out of existence.

The ship itself is inhabited by Dutch people (hence why the ship looks like a collection of different styled houses)

The people on this ship are just regular people, a lesbian couple, a family with kids, an eccentric artist, some college students, two doctors and a teacher. The landlord of all these houses is this robot called Larry 4410, and it is created by the same company that build this collective space ship and ultimately the party that will receive all their rent.

Little facts aside, the space ship is also stuck in a strong gravitational pull. Well actually, they're not being pulled towards anywhere, they're stuck in space. It's like they're at the centre of said gravitational pull, but nothing's there. On top of that, something terribly strange seems to be happening on the ship. Furniture goes flying, strange texts appear burned onto the walls, and scariest of all... people seem to get possessed.

When they get possessed, you can't comfortably look at them. your eyes will start watering like you're looking at a bright light, when that's not the case... and within a few second of possession, the possessed person bursts into flames from the inside out. It is up to the Doctor to solve this horrifying mystery!

While the Doctor digs into the technicalities and alien aspect of the scene, Elisa is sat with the residents and venting to them about feeling useless. She's comforted by the family, when she wonders out loud how she can understand these Dutch people and the text on the wall. The Doctor explains that the TARDIS translates things for them, and then Elisa tells her that the residents couldn't understand what it had said before, meaning what the TARDIS had translated, wasn't Dutch. The Doctor goes to turn off the automatic translation feature, and it turns out she was right!

It's an ancient language from a planet that has been absorbed by a dying sun long long ago. This is when the Doctor puts together that the sun used to be alive, much like episode "42", and that they're literally being haunted by the ghost of a long-passed sun that used to be worshipped by a loving planet and cannot find peace after having consumed it. The doctor then teaches the residents the ancient sun worship ritual, and the phantom sun can finally rest in peace.

Suspiciously though, the person the kids have been calling "the teacher" in English, has vanished. Elisa tries to ask about it in broken Dutch, but doesn't know the actual Dutch name for "teacher". the kids help her out and ask if she means "de Meester", which startles the Doctor briefly, before she turns on the translation feature again. The Dutch word for "teacher" can also mean "master" for masculine teachers.

Yup! It was the Master all along. They would from this point on become a frequently recurring character in the Doctor and Elisa's lives, just hanging out with them and seemingly appearing obnoxiously harmless.

(They're not doing anything to the Doctor because they've already done it. The Doctor's existence already feeds their Impossible Angel, so the Master is just along for the ride!)

I also had this story idea that features another scenario with the theme "things that aren't supposed to exist, existing anyways"

These are the Kirios! They are descendants (and visually inspired by) the balhuticaris and come from a timeline in which the creatures of the Cambrian Period never went extinct!

The Doctor goes to this time period to excitedly show Elisa the start of earth life, when they get arrested by 2 Kirios. Turns out, the Kirios created a piece of technology that creates a form of time travel called "pinpoint timetravel". It can only go to 1 specific point in time, essentially putting a "pin" in the timeline and allowing Kirios to travel to it, no second earlier or later.

They do this to protect their existence and world. Their world has a lot of natural disasters and dangers, so the Kirios species is naturally wary, but when they learned that their existence is even more fragile than they thought, they decided to also guard the very start of their life on earth!

I also had some other loose ideas for this Doctor :o)

I designed various aliens for fun. I figured the guy on the bottom right would be the one to tell the Master about the vulnerability of Angels when they're not looked at, since it is a blind creature. Like, that they CAN indeed be harmed!

I also created this alien called "Xor Voncus", which is an alien created to work as a sort of hand puppet :oP its species specialises in 1 skill and then throughout the years they hone their skill more and more, until they're basically the best in the universe for getting the job done! this makes them targets, sometimes </3 when they're really just creatures of passion.

I also had this idea that this ginger cat called Jim would tag along to adventures with the Doctor, even if she didn't want it to. The TARDIS would start taking a liking to it and accommodate more and more to Jim living in the TARDIS.

Then there's also the case of the Blind Teen and the Friendly Angel. Liam and Korstmos!

Liam is Elisa's only friend and basically her handyman when she needs to get anything done without the Doctor, with him being a pickpocketer and lock picker and all. He is a sarcastic jokester type of character, always messing with people for a laugh and using his quick wit to defend himself at school.

Then there's Korstmos, a friendly Weeping Angel with seemingly no need to feed. This of course raised the Doctor's suspicions that it might be up to something, when in actuality it really isn't. It just got caught in the crossfires of what the Master was up to, having touched a human paradox and fed on their time energy. With the hunger of a wild beast no longer aching in her stomach, she found other things to do and began to enjoy the world in a whole different way. That isn't to say that she'll live happily ever after, though... She's dying. Much like the Impossible Angel, she's crumbling under the extreme pressure of all this Wrong Time Energy, it is literally killing her where she stands, veeeery slowly.

When time resets, she's also back to how she used to be, hunting people like a regular Weeping Angel

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pomefioredove · 3 months ago

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Heyo how are you? I hope you are well! I love your writing so much 💕💖

May I get a chocolate cookie, #2, with frosting, chocolate chip, and chocolate drizzle, please? I'm biased for chocolate and Chenya, lol. I look forward to more of your writing they truly make my day <33

I always hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I believe you may have misclicked the number. NOW, normally I would write che'nya anyway, but unfortunately no one else requested for fellow and I like him so much. che'nya x reader in the queue for TOMORROW- stay tuned for that!!

order #2, chocolate with frosting, chocolate chips, chocolate drizzle

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fool me

summary: ramshackle au's spin on marrying for tax benefits tropes: only one bed, fake dating, exes to lovers characters: fellow additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is adult-aged yuu, ramshackle AU so jumpscare warning for rollo, slightly suggestive setup, but this is cuddles and fluff, like ridiculous fluff

You were, to put it simply, never supposed to see him again.

That was it. Twenty-four hours at Playful Land, one ill-informed fling, and you would never again meet the eyes of Fellow Honest.

A few-hours long awful affair, and then you were free to shower away the shame and fall asleep in your own uncomfortable bed. Alone.

...But, then, he was on your doorstep in the pouring rain, looking perfectly pitiful, Gidel hiding from the downpour under his coat.

You had grit your teeth and told him two days.

It's been two months.

"I still don't understand," Rollo Flamme says, studiously scrubbing the kitchen floor. He cleans when he's frustrated. "What do you see in that man?"

You wish you knew. Having Fellow and Gidel at Ramshackle was more complicated than Rollo- he, of course, had completed the proper paperwork for a transfer semester. Fellow was twenty-six, unemployed, and, honestly, had no business being anywhere near a school.

"...He's nice to me," you say, which isn't altogether a lie. Fellow had warmed right up to your hospitality.

Rollo scowls. "You could do much better for yourself,"

You shrug. Not really, you think, but you're not in the mood for an argument with him. Not today.

Of course, Fellow couldn't just decide to stay. After his two-day grace period was up, you had to think of some other reason for him to be there.

You're not proud of what you came up with.

"Good morning, honey," Fellow says, waltzing into the kitchen (like he owned the place) and kissing your forehead. Rollo mumbles something under his breath and starts scrubbing faster.

"Morning," you nod.

He hums, and kicks his feet up at the rickety kitchen table. Fellow had never once commented on, or complained of, Ramshackle's sorry state- the rotting wood, the peeling wallpaper, the smell of mold and mildew. Rollo had already written the headmage several strongly worded letters about your living conditions. Fellow had sunk right in.

You glance at him. "Where's Gidel?"

"Sleeping," Fellow says, picking his teeth with his pinky. "He's not used to the soft mattress yet, it keeps him up."

"Wh- soft mattress?" Rollo scoffs, scrubbing so fast you think the floor may catch fire from the friction.

You try not to stare. "Is the guest room- I mean, is your room, uncomfortable?"

"Nah, he's just not used to comfort,"

You and Rollo share a look, the boy silently begging you not to give in to whatever Fellow is trying to squeeze out.

You ignore him.

"...My mattress is firm," you offer. "Gidel can have my bed."

Fellow grins, giving you a good look at his fangs. "Aw, could he? How sweet,"

Rollo glares at you. You ignore that, too.

"But... ah, then I suppose you're out of a bed," Fellow tsks. "Can't have that, can we? Well, I suppose you can share mine. It's the least I could do, after how welcoming you've been, and all."

Rollo throws off his rubber cleaning gloves and stands. "Certainly not. I suggest you stay downstairs, on the sofa, and the Prefect will have your room,"

Fellow feigns offense, setting a well-worn gloved hand over his heart. "Well, look who woke up on the wrong side of the pulpit today!"

You rub your eyes. You're not sure if you can handle another argument between the two of them.

"It's fine," you tell Rollo (but it does little to calm him). "I don't mind sharing a bed with him."

"Wouldn't be the first time," Fellow smirks. Rollo clenches his fists and you force yourself between them.

"We can talk about this later," you assure, knowing full-well you wouldn't be seeing either of them all day, if you could help it.

"I'm not going to bite-"

You have to hit Fellow with your pillow to keep him on his side of the bed. He falls with a dramatic fwump, groaning as if you'd shot him.

"So I'm not allowed to show you my appreciation, is that it?"

"Is that what you call it?"

"Don't be dirty," Fellow scolds, sitting up. "I only meant that you deserve to be doted on. As much as you dote on others, at least."

You scoff. "I don't... dote,"

He scoots closer, taking the plush pillow from your hands and tossing it aside.

"Fine, then you're a pushover. But even pushovers deserve to be pampered sometimes,"

He wraps his arms around your waist and drags you into his lap. You let him, for reasons you don't quite understand yourself.

"There. See? I'm not going to eat you," he says, patting your head as if you were a puppy. "If we're going pretend we're in love, we should at least act the part, you know."

"You're a better actor than I am," you mumble, and he laughs.

"Aw, I'm a better actor than everyone," he pinches your cheeks between his pointers and his thumbs. "But that's no reason not to try."

"I'm doing my best!"

"Really? Then you could at least pretend not to hate me,"

You tsk as you're toted around like a toy, trapped against his chest. At least he's warm. His arms are securely around your sides, his chin on your shoulder.

"I don't hate you," you mutter.

Fellow scoffs. "Coulda fooled me... guess you're a better actor than I thought,"

He flips you onto your front, stomach-down on the soft mattress, and his whole weight on yours.

"You looked stiff today," he says. "A little pressure ought to sort that out."

You have no response to that. The bed in your room is the most uncomfortable in Ramshackle, after all. And Fellow is warm and soft and you haven't felt so safe in your own dorm since...

...Well, ever.

You kinda hate how that works.

He kisses the side of your head, as if trying to keep you from thinking too much. You can sort of hear the fwish, fwish, fwish of his tail wagging.

"Are you happy with yourself?" you mumble. Fellow smiles into the crook of your neck, and, finally, speaking with some honesty:

"Very. Very happy,"

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #fellow honest x reader #queued

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luigilore · 3 months ago

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lovefool- l.m

info: luigi mangione x (fem) reader, NSFW, toxic ex situationship, reader is a ballerina, 5.6k wc

(a/n: this is entirely, entirely fiction! nothing i write reflects anyone irl. this should be obvious but i want to make that explicitly clear. if this upsets you, please do not read! you can also block me!)

Today was a bad day. That’s your excuse.

You were harshly critiqued during a private practice with your ballet master; tired and nervous and falling out of your turns that you know you should be executing perfectly. The upcoming performance of Coppélia is your first role in the main cast after five years with the company– after years of competing with the other dancers to get ahead. It’s your first chance to truly impress and cement yourself as an integral and regular part of the cast; so you stay too late at the studio, continuing to sacrifice after years of dedication, for a flickering chance of success that was never quite guaranteed.

You hate thinking, hate admitting that the added rehearsals and endless criticism was getting to you. It was unnerving knowing your teachers were watching to see if you could deliver the perfection that was undoubtedly expected of you. You're trying, but lately, for the first time in a very long time, you’re not sure if you can truly handle the pressure.

Your calf hurts, it’s constantly throbbing and hot, and you’ve already spent too much time with the physical therapy team this week. Your feet are blistered and hurting– even more than usual, and you’re sick of the almost daily ice baths and the uncomfortable compression sleeves you have to wear to bed.

Every night you dream of being on stage, in front of a full crowd and the hot, blinding lights. You dream of faltering, of forgetting choreography as a pressure in your chest builds and you wake up suddenly; sweaty, scared, and alone. It only motivates you to stay longer at the studio, falling into the routine of neglecting everything except dance, of neglecting yourself and your friends, trying not to think about all of the accumulated unanswered texts.

It’s past ten by the time you leave the studio tonight, pouring rain and you realize he forgot an umbrella. You are tired, hungry, and admittedly, unashamedly, want Luigi. You want Luigi’s nice, warm apartment, his strong arms and sweet words, and the hot food he would make, always insisting you eat after practice.

When you were dating, you always felt like Luigi was almost too good to you. He would come to your shows with ridiculously big bouquets of flowers and deep kisses that would always embarrass you, trying to pin you against the wall of the empty dressing room just because he could. Luigi was devoted and intentional and kind; aware and always touching you, smiling at you, hugging you, fucking you. He would always ask you to stay afterward too, would always let you roll around in his big king-sized bed.

Luigi was good for you in a lot of ways; he would massage your legs and arms when you were sore and he would cook for you after you came back from a long four-hour rehearsal; when usually before you would just eat half of a protein bar and crawl into bed. He would whisper constant reassurances and praise because Luigi knew ballet has always been important to you and self criticism has always been too easy for you.

Ballet has always been the center of your life. You had spent your entire childhood working towards a future career in dance; worked hard for years, for so long, for hours every day in practice rooms, in competitions; sacrificing so much. All for ballet.

For a long time, New York City Ballet seemed like a ridiculous pipe dream with a slim chance of becoming reality. You stayed in crowded and uncomfortable New York apartments for two years before you were offered an apprenticeship and then finally became a part of the corps de ballet two years ago.

You yourself orbit around your career in ballet; your only friends are fellow dancers in the company and you're at the studio almost everyday. You have class six days a week and rehearsals on top of that for the seasonal ballet that’s performed four times a week.

In ballet, in that perfect and beautiful world, you have so much. You have accomplished a lot for your age, even if you didn’t like to acknowledge your impressive list of achievements and talents. You are dancing for one of the most prestigious companies in the world and have been praised by your ballet master, by your peers, and teachers for your talent and dedication.

In ballet, you are seasoned and you are assured and strong. You know who you are on stage and who you are meant to be. But outside of ballet, in the other, crueler world that you don't understand, you aren’t totally sure who you are, what or who you were for.

In real life, off stage, when you left the studio after practice, you really didn’t feel that strong. Sometimes you don’t feel that strong at all. And a lot of the time, You just want to love.

You want to love and trust like the cheesy dramas you watched with your grandmother as a child. The dramas with the woman that always got the strong and sweet man at the end, after all of the pain and pining, eventually the world would solve itself and it would always end in easy and simple love.

You have always wanted to be in love. Through ballet, You learned how to feel and express love, romance, and a range of emotions, and portray all of them silently. Because of that, because of the love you have for ballet and because of the love you routinely express, you have always thought that you would be good at loving someone else.

You wanted it so badly, so much that it hurt; so much that you would lie awake at night in your small twin bed, against your scratchy, cheap sheets and would imagine stronger arms around you so you could finally relax and trust. You just wanted the warmth of someone else. It always got so cold– alone in your room, in your shitty apartment where you couldn't afford heat. Where you stayed before you woke up and went back to ballet, to your world.

Luigi was immediately easy to love because Luigi was made to love. You met him through his college friend, another dancer. Luigi came to a matinee when both she and you were performing. Afterwards, she proudly introduced Luigi to you and his eyes stared into your own, bright and kind. He smiled widely and shook your hand. When you first met Luigi, you immediately wanted to love him. You just knew it would be so easy.

When Luigi asked you out only a few days later, showing up with the guise of picking her up from rehearsal; he was shy, like he had never done this before. You liked that, you wanted to be the only one Luigi could even consider loving. He took you to a fancy restaurant that week, one that you had never been to, and from then on, it was too easy.

“It’s because Luigi is loaded,” your friend had said once– and that wasn’t true. Luigi was comfortable but that wasn’t why you loved him. Luigi was everything you thought you would never really have because it was too good, it was almost too much love.

Luigi would massage your aching legs and shoulders and praise you quietly, with small smiles and gentle reassurances. Because without you confiding in him, he knew what you needed and he wanted you to feel loved, to feel like you deserved to be loved. You were so used to critique, to being judged in all aspects of your life. It was nice and you chased it and Luigi loved giving it.

It was barely a year of being together before you excitedly moved into his apartment; it was an easy decision to leave your apartment with four other people that was always cramped and dramatic.

Luigi told you that you made him believe in love. You felt like that too, when you really thought about it. You liked being called pretty, liked being taken care of sometimes, of being held like you were precious. You didn't need it, but you liked it. You liked how Luigi fucked you slowly, how he would suck deep dark marks into your chest, and hold your head carefully to fuck his cock into your mouth, before pulling out and having you gasping for breath.

But you eventually realized loving was hard sometimes. It was time-consuming. It was encompassing and overwhelming. Sometimes it would be all you could think about, you would fall out of turns because you were thinking of the ghosting movements of Luigi’s arms and hands. It was all explosive and made you feel out of control and out of reach from reality. You could never decide if you loved it or absolutely hated it. Because you would be bubbling over with emotion, with needs and love that Luigi induced; coaxing it out of you so carefully. But then he would always eventually pull away— shut down and retreat, and it felt devastating.

It was intense. It was huge fights and then tearful, passionate making up, unfulfilled promises, and silent days when he would shut you out and then there were overwhelming, beautiful ones. Luigi told you it was hard for him, that he was trying really hard and you always felt guilty for coming home so late, for being too tired for the dates he wanted so badly to go on.

Luigi was just possessive and determined, stubborn and passive. But he made you feel safe, like you could afford to miss practice because he felt more important than ballet and that terrified you– the thought that anything could ever come before ballet. You didn’t think that love should be scary.

It was like you forgot how to live without Luigi. You truly couldn’t remember what New York was like without him. Sometimes you didn’t have time for much else, not even ballet. You didn’t love dancing like you used to, you loved him, loved the idea of freedom instead of being in love with something that was so taxing and draining. Sometimes you couldn’t believe how backwards your entire life had been before meeting him.

But when your ballet master pulled you aside one day and told you looked sloppy and distracted and that you needed to get it together or else there was a chance you would be out of the winter performance of the Nutcracker, You broke up with Luigi that night.

He only looked confused and asked if ballet meant more to you than he did. And in a mix of confusion and pure adrenaline, you obviously said yes.

Luigi just stared at you, he didn’t look upset. Just empty. “You know I love you,” he said, voice flat and eyes looking at you with such silent intensity, eyes so harsh that you were almost intimidated.

“I do,” He said, saying it so easily and it hurt for some awful reason. Luigi stared at you like he couldn’t possibly understand why you felt paralyzed and powerless.

“I do,” he repeated coldly and then Luigi left his own apartment without looking back at you.

It felt too sudden and easy and you selfishly and wrongly wanted Luigi to stay; to fight, to convince you, to do anything but actually leave.

The next few days, you moved out of his apartment, quickly shoving your things in boxes while Luigi watched silently.

But breaking up didn’t really help at all. It didn’t help that consuming love and persistent ache you felt. It was harder. Harder to concentrate during practice, harder to sleep, harder to make your own decisions, and hard to stop yourself from instinctively texting or calling Luigi.

You really try but Luigi is hard to resist. He would text you, saying he was sorry and asking you to come over and you would be at his door in thirty minutes. You would block his number in fit of determination to move on and then he would email you that he loved you and that he wanted things to go back to the way things were. He was sorry for loving you, for loving him too much. Luigi said sorry for whatever he did wrong, for getting in the way and that real and true love sometimes does that– but that he still understands. He was always so sorry.

You’re sorry too. And bored. You miss Luigi so much. You last thirteen days after the breakup before you’re at his apartment and your roommate checks his location and sends you a knowing ‘:(‘ while you were busy getting fucked against his stupidly nice granite kitchen countertop.

You still try really hard to move on but you feel lost like you were now wondering about some impossibly changed world. It had been almost two years with Luigi now dramatically, you didn’t know how to go about not having him. You can only think of his good traits and you start to wonder why you even broke up with him; spiraling and laying on your bed with your calf hurting wishing he was there. Wishing it was easy. Thinking that it could be easy again.

So you text him. And he responds immediately— like it always is.

Hi baby

are you busy rn?

Waiting for Luigi to respond should give you time to think through this. To stop. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. You should be– used to be, better than this. Luigi was bad for you. Because it was too consuming, it was too much good.

When he responds, You can’t help but smile. You hate the way you smile instinctively, you hate the way you love Luigi in such a consuming and uncomfortable way.

I’m free for you.

Always.

Without him, you might be more productive, more efficient, and less emotional but there was a hole missing carved out and splintering in your heart. It felt stupid and poetic and dramatic, but without him, you just didn’t feel the same. Luigi was love and everything you wanted. It’s just complicated. It’s just sweet kisses, warm bodies, and the sweetest words.

You still know the code to his apartment complex, Luigi never changed it. As you knock now, you manage to feel a little ashamed.

He opens the door in a black shirt and gray sweatpants, hidden away from people who worked long days and nights, from the ballet studio where your limbs ached and where you were never good enough.

It was just Luigi and his soft clothes and sweet-smelling fabric softener. You still love him so much that it hurts; you love that Luigi loves you, loves that he thinks you’re enough— more than enough. You like how secure you feel, and all the nice things Luigi says, and how pretty his life seems. You want a pretty life too, want beauty— and he is really beautiful.

“Hi,” You say quietly, toying with the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Hello,” Luigi says with a small, knowing, but sweet smile, crossing his arms. “Why are you here,” he asks, like you’re a complete stranger.

You look down at the floor as you finally make yourself look into Luigi’s eyes, patient and waiting. “Don't make me say it,” you murmur, a quiet plea.

Luigi leans against the door frame and purses his lips together and frowns, like you’re just not understanding each other, like you just don't get it.

“I want you to, though. I want to hear you say it.” Luigi stands up straighter and looks at you directly, voice serious and almost cold, “I need to hear you say it.”

You shift and bite your lip; it was just one of his things. One of those things to feel in control, to feel like you needed him more. Because Luigi would always get caught up in these little things. It doesn’t mean anything.

You look up at Luigi through his lashes and press your lips together in an obvious, exaggerated, stupid expression. “I missed you. I missed you a lot, Lu.”

Luigi’s expression softens immediately like it always does. “Oh baby,” He murmurs, “Baby, baby.”

He draws you into his arms gently, like you’re incredibly fragile and breakable and you think you might be. You shouldn’t like that, shouldn’t like being treated like you were so breakable and wounded but you liked it sometimes, very secretly. Maybe too much.

“C’mere,” Luigi murmurs, leading you to the sofa. He runs a hand over your face carefully and he smells like his stupid expensive cologne that you still can’t totally wash out of your own clothes. “Bad day?” He asks quietly even though it’s incredibly obvious that it is.

“Yeah,” You say with a rush of sudden self awareness and shame. “I probably shouldn’t–” You look down at his fingers twisted in your lap. “I shouldn't be here.”

Luigi comically frowns at that and knits his eyebrows like he doesn’t understand, “Why not?”

You look up at him and try to look exasperated but you just sound tired and sad. “Because we’re not together.”

He looks at you like he doesn’t like you stating the obvious. He just tilts his head and smiles, obvious and kind of patronizing, hand coming to rub across your thigh. Warm and heavy. Because you go through this every time, you pretend or try to not want this and Luigi just smiles and sees right through it.

“I still support you though, you know that.” He says, still with a smile.

“Yeah,” you sniff and don't try to say anything else.

“Yeah,” Luigi agrees softly and it makes you smile, staring down at your own lap. His hand comes to cup your cheek, hand fitting perfectly holding your jaw, thumbing across your cheekbone carefully, it feels familiar and warm and comforting.

“I just want to help you,” Luigi whispers. You aren't sure if you believe him but you want to so incredibly badly. You don't want help. You don't need help. But sometimes it’s nice to pretend.

You look at Luigi, his pretty dark hair and long lashes. His sweet eyes that watch you carefully. It’s silent for a few moments, comfortable and familiar. In Luigi’s big and warm apartment.

“Can I take care of you,” Luigi finally asks, looking at you patiently, sweet and quiet, and you nod quickly.

“Yeah,” you whisper like it’s a secret- he makes you feel like nothing else matters except the two of you. It doesn’t matter that you aren’t together, that you could never truly work. Nothing matters at all.

Luigi tugs you into his lap easily and his arms loop around you, warm and big. His hand cups your jaw and pulls you closer, tilting his own head to kiss your lips, soft and slow and bothered because he always has time. His hand fits in the curve of your waist and the other thumbs over your ear gently and it makes you shudder. His tongue in your mouth feels hot and heavy, barely pulling away to let you breathe but you still let your eyes shut and try to relax, trying to melt into his touch.

It’s easy, Luigi smells like his usual Tom Ford cologne and you feel surrounded by it. His hand on your back thumbs over your skin under your shirt gently when he pulls away to look at you, face still so close to your own.

“Do you want to,” he trails off and waits because he knows what you will say. Because you only want him, still. Even when he said he slept with other people, even when he went out of his way to tell you that. When he knew it hurt your feelings, when he knew your friends hated him. Luigi never cared, but he did care about you.

It’s easy to nod. It’s easy to say yes and end up in his big bed with his nice sheets; comfortable and soft, on top of some ridiculously expensive therapeutic mattress.

Luigi rolls on top of you, pushing his thigh against your sweatpants, surrounded totally by him as he braces his arms on each side of you, trapping you in a beautiful and comforting way. Your hand reaches up, running his fingers carefully through Luigi’s curls for some sense of stability.

Your head is spinning and you feel desperate to belong to Luigi again. You lean up, rocking your hips and lick in Luigi’s mouth, sloppy and eager as he groans from your movement.

You whine softly when he pulls away, still so close to his face, smiling and looking at you like you’re beautiful; you can feel it without him saying anything. He never has to say anything.

Luigi rolls off of you, stripping off his hoodie and it feels unfair. After you broke up, he only started going to the gym more than he used to, using it as stress relief and enjoying the way he knew it drove you crazy. His shoulders are broad, muscular, defined and skin still soft and smooth; in just his boxers now, his broad shoulders, large biceps, and toned back. You feel almost sick with a horribly familiar and comforting love.

Your hand runs down Luigi’s chest, trailing down his pec. He looks down, watching your fingers graze his tanned skin before grabbing your hand to pull him closer and back onto his lips.

Luigi’s hand slides from your waist to tug at the waistband of your sweatpants, watching you carefully, like he’s waiting for you to realize that this is wrong; that this only makes it harder, that you shouldn’t be doing this.

But you don't say anything as you pull them off of you, revealing your cotton underwear that you know Luigi likes. You sit up slightly so it’s easier for him but you grimace at the sudden pain in your left leg. Luigi stops when he sees your discomfort. “What, baby?”

“I’m just— I’m sore,” You mumble, blinking as Luigi frowns almost comically wide.

“Is it your calf again? I told you you need a second opinion besides the company PT. They’re bullshit.” He nags, reminding you of all the nights he would run a bath for you and insist you soak in the tub with his luxury bath salts after rehearsal. You smile at the memory and at Luigi’s furrowed brows.

“I’m working on it,” You say and he looks unconvinced, like he’s about to lovingly lecture you but you don't want to think about your calf pain now— or about ballet at all.

You instead lean up, hand resting on Luigi’s back and pull him down. He obliges easily and leans back over you, careful to prop himself up with one of his forearms, the other slides down your thigh, massaging and kneading the skin carefully.

He continues silently, looking at you intently like just your presence is enough. You love feeling like enough. “I just love you so much, baby,” He murmurs, “Dunno what to do about it.” He nudges your nose with his own and kisses you gently as you circle your arms around his shoulders.

“Just love me,” You whisper when you part, immediately hating how vulnerable you sound.

“Okay,” Luigi smiles easilyand kisses you again, tongue hot and wet in your mouth, sucking and licking. He only pulls away to kiss your neck, sucking deep marks into your skin as evidence of the two of you, as a sad noise escapes from the back of your throat at the loss of his touch and warmth. He always loved proof of the night before on you, of marks you know you’ll have to put concealer over the next day.

Your sweater comes off easily and Luigi coos, wrapping his arms around you, warm hands roaming over your body; one hand holding your waist and the other undoing your bra easily, both of his large hands coming to grope your tits. It feels nice, the attention, the want. “God,” he mumbles, almost to himself, staring at your body. But you never feel exposed under Luigi’s wandering gaze, it feels too loving and too real.

“Hurry,” You jut out your bottom lip and Luigi laughs.

“So cute,” He presses a soft kiss to your lips. “Patience, baby.”

He tugs your underwear off easily and you’re flooded with a sudden rush of excitement and familiarity. You wish that you could exist in this moment forever, when you don’t have to worry about anything else, when you can just exist because he thinks you’re perfect the way you are. You aren't sure if you deserve that but you want it forever.

He spreads your thighs gently, bringing you back to your present reality and watching your reactions, his long, warm fingers rubbing your inner thigh soothingly. He inserts one finger inside of you first carefully and you sigh, reminding once again how much you’ve missed this, him. You grip his bicep as one finger rubs at your clit and others curl inside of you. You feel a bit dazed, letting your body just feel. Luigi is always so concentrated, lip bit and eyes dark, focusing on his rehearsed routine; his firm body pressed so closely against your own, surrounding and encompassing.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, maybe more to himself and it makes you feel shy. “Luigi,” you laugh but it turns into a sound of surprise when you feel his cock rub against your entrance, wet and heavy.

He glances down at you and is obviously affected as he lines himself up and finally pushes in wordlessly, no particular warning and no condom, like always. You like that it still feels the same between you two, like nothing ever changed. You gasp; even though you’ve taken him so many times, Luigi is big and it’s always an adjustment, but a good one.

Luigi sighs like it’s something he’s addicted to, like it’s something he desperately needs. It’s unfair really. You love the way he looks, his hair has gotten longer even if the couple of weeks you had successfully refined from contacting him and he doesn’t shave as often now either, ever since you broke up. You love his parted lips, his obvious pleasure because of you.

“Made to take me, made for me,” he mutters as you feel yourself nodding, he thrusts in an easy rhythm, gentle and slow. Luigi is never rough with you. “Let me know how good I make you feel,” he mutters, looking down at you, one hand coming to intertwine with one of your own.

“Lu, it feels, you feel, so good,” you say, looking up at Luigi through your lashes. But he’s quiet and you hate it.

“Say anything, please Luigi, please.” You look up at him with a horse whisper, “Please.”

“I love you,” He looks down at you and you know that he means it, he always has. Any internal anxiety that built up inside of you dispates and is replaced by something so good, something you always feels when he fucks you, when he’s is close to you, when he’s holding you firmly and carefully; when he is totally devoted to and concentrated on you. You love how much Luigi loves you.

“It’s only you,” you say, like it's a secret but it’s really not, not to either of you. You say it because you know what it does to him. You watch Luigi's lips part slightly in realization before they curl up into a big grin.

“Always?” He asks and you hesitate but you can’t say no, because when you think about it, it might be true.

“Maybe,” you smile but when you really think about it, Luigi is right. He smiles too, knowingly, like he knows he’s right too.

Moments like this make you wonder why you ever broke up with him. Luigi is the only one that you let fuck you and you come over regularly and you still love each other. You feel like you don't understand anything at all.

You groan as Luigi thrusts faster and one of his hands comes to palm at your tits, thumbing across one of your nipples and making you squirm under his touch. The sensation makes you arch your back in sensitivity, only further into him.

Luigi stares down at you like he’s done something beautiful and you subconsciously clench at the pleasure. “Fuck,” he grunts, forehead shining with sweat and abs tightening as he fucks in and out of you, the other hand’s grip tightening on your waist.

“You’re still mine aren’t you,” he asks, thrusting roughly and you know his body enough to know that he’s close to coming from the way his eyes flutter shut and his cock throbs inside of you.

You open his mouth to answer but Luigi takes his hand and instead presses two of his fingers into your mouth. You gargle around them, spit immediately running out— you feel so safe and loved. You will say anything when Luigi asks like that, with that much conviction, when you’re this far gone.

“Yes,” you breathe out when Luigi eventually removes his fingers. “Yes,” you repeat, reaching up to grab at his chest, tight and firm from years of exercise. You can feel his quickened heartbeat underneath your palm and you love that you’re the one making him feel good; it’s only you. It’s only each other.

Luigi laughs, folding himself over your body to press his face close to yours, angling his hips in a way that he knows drives you crazy, making you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure“So cute and beautiful. So sweet,” he softly whispers into your ear.

“And so strong,” Luigi continues and you like hearing that. You want to be strong so badly. You have always wanted to be strong. “My baby, You deserve everything,” he continues, “You deserve everything in the entire world.”

You think about the upcoming audition and the role you desperately want, the critiques he got from his last performance.

“Everything?” You whisper and his hand comes to wipe at a small tear threatening to spill down your cheek that you didn’t realize was there.

Luigi looks at you with such sweet eyes and smiles like he’s endeared, “Of course.” The praise makes you feel loved, as he thrusts deeper and faster into you. He’s usually so controlled and precise with his movements and you notice he’s a bit desperate now, groaning unashamedly. It all makes you feel full and content and overwhelmed as you’re pushed over the edge.

Your orgasm, the way you clench around him and throw your head back in pleasure all push Luigi over the edge, hands coming to grip your hips harshly as he holds you and fucks you, mouth open trying to remain in control when he’s obviously floundering, overwhelmed by you. You can see Luigi’s pleasure through your blurry vision.

“Baby I’m going to, fuck—” Luigi groans, eyes squeezing shut and jaw clenching as he comes.

You sniff and bite your lip when you feel his cum fill you.”Fuck,” You mutter, throwing your head back against the silk pillowcase. You stare up at Luigi, watching his chest rise up and down rapidly.

“Baby, you’re so cute, always make me feel so good,” he whispers tenderly.

“Don’t pull out, just, just—” You can barely talk, so overwhelmed and sensitive, “Stay.”

Luigi nods, bending over to press a kiss against your ear. “Of course.”

You smile weakly, trying not to feel gross at the cum that you can already feel beginning to leak out of you.

You feel exhausted and depleted, drained and satisfied. Luigi is all around you, thick arms moving to eventually hold you, laying over you but not crushing you, only pressing your bare bodies against each other. You don’t say much after and you eventually fall asleep to Luigi’s humming and his gentle massaging of your left calf.

You wake up feeling sore and exhausted, hit with the immediate realization that you have an eight am rehearsal today and it’s already 6:43 am. You roll out of Luigi’s arms carefully and silently, digging around for your discarded clothes and phone.

Luigi wakes up at some point, sitting up in bed with his messy hair and rubbing his bleary eyes. He watches you with a pronounced frown, “You’re not going to stay?”

“I have rehearsal,” You say simply, preoccupied. You’re quiet for the next few minutes and Luigi is too, content with just watching you move around his room. But you’re already hit with the stress of getting dressed, catching the train, and rushing to practice to avoid being called out for being late, and the general dread of the long day of practice.

“I do love you, baby, I wish you would believe that,” Luigi says suddenly, looking at you.

“I do believe you,” You whisper, tired and hurting.

It’s silent, Luigi almost looks small and susceptible in bed, sheets pooled around his toned and tan waist. Messy hair and sad eyes that stare at you. He tilts his head slightly, “You’ll text though right?”

You don't want to have this conversation now, maybe never. Especially afterwards, the day after, because it all seems pointless now, repeating the same things you both always say– that don’t mean much anymore. You just want to leave and go to rehearsal, and dance for hours until your legs feel numb and the exhaustion overrides any sense of want.

You just smile weakly, “Probably.”

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