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ranking types of hugs he'd be comfortable with another guy giving his gf! a gojo satoru fic/drabble
cw: gojo x reader, established relationship, fluff LOLLL, gojo being a pathetic loser for his gf, use of baby, babe, reader referred to as gf and wears makeup, gojo being jealous, crack, based off this (instagram link)
"Ranking types of hugs I'd be comfortable with another guy giving my girlfriend." Satoru squints at the scene, reading out the caption on the TikTok as he watches the guy on the screen, long ass spider legs laid out on the couch while waiting for you to get ready. Curiously, he clicks on the filter without fully watching the video and starts filming to generate the different types of hugs.
"A back hug." The curious smile on his face slowly fades away as a grimace takes place as he gains the thousand yard stare. "Nine. Okay, not at a good start so farâ"
He groans, face scrunching in pain as he exhales out at what he sees on the screen: slow dance hug. Then, he imagines you, a man's hand on your waist and you smiling just like those stupid fucking drawings at someone who's not himâ"Ten. Oh my fucking god."
Clutching the lower half of his face, he looks concentrated as he waits for the shuffler to give him some less painful option, groaning in pain once again, looking back at the scene, and then groaning again. "One armed hug," he strains out, blindly reaching for the lowest number he could rank it as.
The filter shuffles yet again, and he's almost in tears, groaning immediately on instinct but then doubling back at his screen. "Polite hug." He contemplates it. "Okay, a two, not so bad, not soâ"
A pause. "A classic hug." He stares at the screen like it just betrayed him, until he decides it's not so bad. Reluctantly, he ranks it at three.
Then, he waits for the filter to give him another painful vision, and it delivers. "A slow catcher hugâoh my godddd." Satoru is shaking his head, eyes teary as he groans loudly at the though of you jumping up to another man, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in for a hug. If someone was listening to him, it would seem like he was dying with the way he was covering his mouth, shaking his head, and exclaiming "what the fuck"'s as he stared at his phone screen in sheer shock.
Unfortunately for you, you were within earshot, blending in your blush and doing finishing touches as you heard Satoru's shrieks coming in from the living room. He seemed to be on the edge of tears, and worriedly, you set down your brush and rushed to where his sobs were coming from.
And there he was: in fetal position, phone on the floor as he shook his head as if in shock. "Baby," you hurried to him, grabbing his face so you could figure out what was making him so distressed.
He didn't seem to be injured as he meets your eyes, upset. "I can't do this bruh," he laments while turning to be on his back and rubbing his eyes. You just look at him confused.
"Do what?"
He turns, and pauses. Scans you in your champagne dress for the fancy place he was taking you and the way you did your makeup so sultry. It's just for him, but after the events of that Tiktokâthat's now stopped filmingâall he feels is petty jealousy because other guys can see you like this.
Out of nowhere, he declares, "I can fight."
You blink. "What?"
"I can fight," he repeats, nodding emphatically as if trying to convince himself. Then, after a beat: "Why do I have such a pretty girlfriend?" He groans again, throwing his arm over his eyes. "Baby, why do you look so good right now?"
While he does this, you inspect him for any signs of injuries or things that could've caused him this much distress. Finding none and used to his theatrics, you sigh and pat his cheek. "Iâm going to finish getting ready," you say, deciding heâs not in mortal peril after all.
As you return to your vanity, Satoru calls after you, still sulking. "Just so you know, I ranked the polite hug at two. Because I love you. And I can fight."
"Good to know, Satoru."
a/n lowk spiderman!gojo coded. i love writing fluff i would lowk want to write this for nanami i feel like he would slowly grow more and more jealous LMAOAO
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For Me?
Vi x Piltover! Reader
Vi deserves the world and a partner that cares about her. Being from Zaun comes with its insecurities when being with someone from Piltover. Luckily, you know exactly how to counter them.
A/N: You guys wont have to worry about that much angst from me for a while, I need to cope from act 3 by giving Vi the best life possible and all the fluff imaginable because oh my god??
There were times when youâd think back to when and how you and your girlfriend met for the first time. Such a chance of it happening was very slim given you two belonged to two different cities, you Piltover, her Zaun. You never thought the girl who rammed into you after fleeing from an explosion from an unauthorized lab would one day come back into your life.Â
The story of your reunion however was quite the convoluted one. Once again, a meeting set by nothing but pure fate and chance.Â
You werenât supposed to be at Zaun at the time. In fact, you werenât supposed to be in Zaun at all. You went on your own, against your family's wishes, for the sake of immersing yourself in a culture that is not your own. You were raised to believe that the people of the undercity were monsters, the filth under Piltover's feet, nothing more than animals. It never felt right to you, there had to be more to it. After all, they were people too.
So, you went to see for yourself how awful these âanimalsâ really were.Â
You knew better than to walk in expecting everything to be rainbows and unicorns, but you refused to let go of your optimism as you traveled around the labyrinth like maze of streets and alleyways.Â
It wasnât until the smell of a peculiar type of food filled your senses.Â
You didnât know what it was, it was very different from anything you had ever tried before, so you decided to check it out. Â
Once there, you were greeted by a fairly jolly fish-like man with a large smile. He laughed heartily, gesturing for you to take a seat and gave you a list of things to choose from. There were so many options, you had no idea where to start, and it wasnât until you heard someone else set directly beside you did you finally have an idea.Â
You looked to your left and were quickly met with a head of bright pink hair. Quite a unique shade which you couldâve sworn youâd seen before, but you brushed the thought off. There were probably plenty of people with the same hair color, besides if thereâs one thing you knew not to do in Zaun, it was to stare.Â
You heard one of them, a woman, order something specific off of the fish manâs list, whom she referred to as Jericho. He happily took her order before turning to her friend who denied wanting anything, and then turning back to you.Â
âIâll have the same.â You said with a polite smile. Jericho nodded before turning around and getting right to work. As you waited, you couldnât help but sneak a glance at the girl next to you once again, there was something familiar about her despite her back being turned to you for the most part.Â
That was until her friend noticed you staring and began to pull her hood over her eyes which grabbed the pink haired girl's attention. She quickly turned around to face you with an angered look on her face, clearly ready to fight if need be.
âCan I help y-â She began, but before she could finish it finally clicked with you.Â
âYouâre the girl.â You whispered, having not realized that maybe saying that to a girl who looked, for lack of a better phrase, like she could rock your shit, probably was not a good idea.
âIâm sorry?â She asked, clearly confused, but still clearly not happy about your interruption.
âThat girl, from the explosion, that was you.âÂ
Her reaction to your realization was less than friendly, and you couldnât blame her. You hadnât known at the time but she had just gotten out of jail for that same crime. She didnât know who you were, she didnât know what you wanted, and she didnât want to involve herself with more pilties than she needed.Â
And yet despite everything, here she was, now living with you on her days when she wasnât in Zaun. You had quite the rocky start in the beginning but you became useful to her quest for her sister, and the more time you spent with her, the closer you two got. At first she was a bit standoffish, not believing someone from topside was capable of showing so much empathy, if any. Yet somehow you proved her wrong. You chipped away at that stone wall she built around her heart all those years away in prison and became one of the few things she coveted most.Â
You two didnât live together all the time, but your house was always open to her as you had now managed to move away from your parents. You knew Vi could never stay topside for too long, and youâd never ask her to do such. So there were a few days here and there where she would stay with you, then go back to the undercity to continue to help out, then come back up with you.
Now today was the day for Vi to come back, so you decided to surprise her to the best of your ability with the dish she got from Jericho the day you two met once again. It was quite a feat that required you to go to the undercity a fair amount of times to visit Jericho and ask for help. Luckily the sweet man was more than happy to let you in on a few of his trade secrets for the sake of a thoughtful gift.Â
You werenât the biggest fan of this type of food, youâve tried it on more than one occasion, but it very clearly wasnât for you.Â
But it was what Vi liked so that was enough.Â
As you continued to cook, you heard your door open, without even needing to look you knew it was your partner walking through the door.
âWelcome back.â You greeted warmly.Â
Just then, You felt two hands wriggle around your waist before the weight of her head rested on your shoulder. She tilted her head slightly, her face now moving towards your neck, enough for you to feel the light feeling of her breath wafting over your neck.Â
You ignored the feeling to the best of your ability but you couldnât ignore the small smile that made its way to your face, this of course didnât go unnoticed by Vi as she mumbled against your neck,Â
âWhat are you making?â She asked, pressing her body a bit more into yours. She had a tendency to be clingy after being away for long periods of time, which you didnât mind.Â
âSomething new. Just got the recipe, I think youâll like it.â You said with a smile, which earned a short chuckle from your girlfriend who turned to begin peppering light kisses against your neck.
âIf itâs made by you Sunshine, of course I will.â She said sweetly, despite the fact she was trying to âdiscreetlyâ distract you. It wasnât actually very discreet but she thought it was and you werenât going to correct her.
âIt smells familiar.â She said quietly after pausing for a moment to look back over your shoulder.
âMeans Iâm doing something right then.â You said happily, glad that it was going well. Her confirmation that she at the very least was beginning to recognize it was enough to motivate you to continue. However despite your motivation it was clear your girlfriend still had other plans in mind.Â
Her hands slowly began to move their way up from your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as her face remained by your neck.Â
âCan I at least finish the food first?â You asked with a laugh as your left hand went up to lightly brush against Viâs face, acknowledging what she was trying to do.Â
She once again mumbled quietly against you before finally pulling away.Â
âFine.â She said with an overly dramatic sigh before continuing,Â
âYouâre no fun.â She teased as her hands slowly, reluctantly, left your sides as she moved to the counter next to the stove you were using to cook. She leaned the back of her waist against it, her arms crossed in front of her chest, as she looked at you with a look you could only describe as a lighthearted pout.
âSave that for later you just got back. You have to eat first.â You said in a somewhat stern manner, not looking away from the food cooking in front of you.Â
âWho says I canât have a bit of dessert first?âÂ
âVi!â You exclaimed as you walked her softly with a cloth that you had placed by the stove. She laughed, a full genuine laugh, which she felt like she could only do near you. You were the only one to really bring it out of her at this point.Â
âJust⊠go sit down, the food is almost done.â You instructed, turning back to the food as she chuckled once again before walking back towards you. Her hand made its way back to your waist once again as she leaned towards your ear,
âCanât wait.â She whispered cheekily before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and walking towards the dining room.Â
You, being from a family who had lived in Piltover for quite some time, were able to afford a house with multiple furnished rooms with ease. It always threw Vi off just the slightest bit, the difference in what the two of you grew up with. It got to her more than sheâd like to admit. A few times she believed herself to be holding you back, you came from a life of glittering buildings, and she came from nothing but metal scraps.Â
You were so different and yet you always managed to remind her that it didnât matter. She loved you for you and you loved her for her, wherever you came from had no effect on that.
Vi sat down in one of the few chairs in your dining room, looking around at the paintings that littered the walls, her previous thoughts remaining on her mind before she was interrupted by a plate of food entering her view and landing in front of her.
âTada!â You exclaimed into the silent room, the only other sound being that of the plate lightly hitting the table. Vi sat in silence for a moment as she looked down at the food before her, it took her a moment before she recognized it.
âWait. Did you-â She began to ask.
âFind the recipe to your favorite dish from your favorite food stand? Maybe.â You responded with a proud smile as you sat down in the chair next to her, eager to have her try it.Â
âHow did you get the stuff for it?â
âWell, I visited a friend.â You said with a shrug. Vi looked towards you, her eyes wide with shock. As each moment passed she realized just how much effort went into this one dish.
âYou hate this kind of stuff, why would you-â
âCause I know you like it and I wanted to make it for you.â You said simply as you placed your hand atop hers.
Suddenly Vi couldnât think of a response. Her sudden silence worried you almost, was she mad? Was she upset at you?Â
You then looked at her eyes and watched as they softened, the powder blue irises glistened as water lightly began to form in them.
âHoly shit.â She said quietly, entirely taken aback as she sat back in her chair. For someone with such a tough exterior you could see the walls slightly begin to crack as she looked down at the food before her. It meant more than the world to her that you had put so much effort into something she liked, for her, and for no other reason.Â
Just because you cared.
It had been a long time since Vi had been truly reminded she was loved. Just having such a simple yet, such a powerful reminder in the middle of nowhere by the one person she truly loved was almost disorienting. You went out of your way to get ingredients you couldn't get easily in Piltover, a recipe you had to go to a specific stand for, her favorite stand no less, and then put it all together?
âVi?â You asked quietly, your other hand going up the cup to her face so she would look at you a bit more as you looked at her with a bit of concern. You didnât expect such an emotional reaction from your gesture that you were worried you had done something wrong.
âAre you o-â
Before you could finish your question, Vi had turned to you quickly and engulfed you in a hug. This took you completely by surprise. In the time that you and Vi had been together, more often than not when it came to specifically hugging, you were the one to initiate. She just never seemed like the hugging type unless it was an occasion where she truly meant it.
And in this case, she did.Â
âThank you, Sunshine.â She said quietly as she squeezed just a bit tighter. Your hands rested against her back as you smiled, feeling as if you had done a job well done even without her trying her dish. You knew Vi had been through a lot over the years and while you didnât know the full extent of everything just yet, you knew you could at least try to offer her some sort of comfort. So thatâs what you strived for and it seems like that's what you succeeded to do.Â
Once she pulled back from the hug, you reached up to wipe her tears, the smile still present on your face as you spoke.Â
âWell, are you gonna try it?â You asked, to which she smiled and let out a slight chuckle. She then eagerly turned back around towards her plate and dug in as she usually did in the undercity. She knew you didnât care about the messy nature that often came with Zaun cuisine, even if it wasnât what you were raised on, it meant a lot to her that you at least tried it out. With one taste she immediately released a sound of pure bliss and dove back in for more.
You laughed, knowing that was Viâs way of saying you had done a perfect job, even if she didnât pause from her eating to just tell you so herself.Â
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not my usual but it was too perfect to pass up and the idea was NOT leaving my head. Decided to write a snippet for @keferon's IMMACULATE Mecha Pilot Jazz AU, though apologies if the charactization is a lil funky, this is my first time writing either of these characters and double apologies for the undoubted slew of grammar and spelling errors
but that aside, I hope you enjoy :)
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Is It Self Sacrifice If It's Not Really You?
Despite the cacophany of the battlefield, Prowl's scream cut through it with with the ease of a freshly sharped blade through flesh and found it's home nestled into Jazz's ears.
He barely had a second to look up, hardly more than a glance, but it was all he needed to make out familiar white and black.
A Quintesson, one of the smaller but more freaky looking ones, was looming over his collapsed frame. He was pinned, his back to solid rocky walls and the Quint at his front, jamming it's tentacles into every crack of his armour they could.
He was putting up one hell of a fight, but something was wrong.
"PROWL!" he shouted, shifting his weight in preperation to bolt. "HOLD ON, I'M COMMIN-"
But the screech of the Quintesson he was currently grappling with forcefully stole his attention back, barely any warning given before it's gaping maw latched onto his mech's forearm.
It pulled, joints and plates creaking with the strain but still holding strong. It shook it's head and Jazz brought a hand up to brace against the outside of the monster, if only to stop the arm from being completely ripped out of the socket. He landed a few solid kick as it lifted him off the ground, but it's movements were still largey effortless, like his frame weighed as much as a tin can.
Prowl screamed again. This time it was louder.
Against all common (sane) sense, Jazz looked away from his enemy and toward Prowl
Some of his external plating was damaged, gouges in messy circle patterns with rivulets of blue energon sluggishly bleeding out. He seemed to be smoking too, thin curls of smoke wafting off his cables. His eyes were flickering wildly, something Jazz had grown to associate with too much damage and too little power.
All of the damage paled in comparison to where Jazz's focus was.
Now, Jazz didn't know how these guys had their mechs built, but they could hold up to some serious punishment. Their engineers seemed to keep an even more meticulous eye on any damage, and Prowler and the other's all had frames clealy meant to last.
But they were all still vulnerable at their cores.
And the Quintesson's tentacles, sparking with a terrifying yellow and red electricity, were pulling and prying right at the plating above that core.
It was starting to show some give too, a testimate to the true strength of the offending monster. Chest plating, no matter the make, didn't come off easily, intent to protect the most vulnerable parts of a pilot.
The electricity was already frying his frame, if it got a straight shot of that to his chest-
Jazz needed to do something.
Jazz needed to do something.
But what, what could he do, whatever it was it needed to be quick, he didn't have time to finish off this Quintesson, there wasn't time for finesse, he just needed to go to help to F I G H T -
Jazz readjusted the braced positioning of his legs, thanking for what was probably the thousandth time the engineers who'd made the adjustment to give him more flexibility and agility, and brought his free arm high above his head.
And brought it down.
His trapped arm creaked, the plating denting and squealing as the metal controted, sparks going flying and red error messages flashing in his vision.
He did it again.
And again.
And again.
He made sure to keep his blows aimed at preciscely where he knew it was weakest and made sure to push with his legs as hard as he could, swaying side to side and focing the joint to bend in ways it had never been meant to. His movements became a dance to the orchestra of cables snapping and metal ripping and electricity cracking and his arm b r e a k i n g , the dance growing faster and more determined the louder the music played.
It felt like eternity, and the phantom sensation was disorienting. There was no pain, only uncomfortable pressure that built up and up and up, perfectly in time with the warning messages he forcefully dismissed. It was far from pleasant, but it was nothing compared to the cold burning terrified angry fight flight save him running full blast in his brain.
And with one final crack akin to lightning, he was free.
It was the furthest thing from a clean break, and to his mild surprise it didn't break at the elbow but rather a bit above it. In the second of freefall he had, he couldn't help but admire the shredded stump and mourn how he knew Ratchet was going to have his head for all the extra work.
He hit the ground in a roll and popped up running, stumbling and nearly falling face first into alien dirt at the sudden uneven weight distribution but he simply let his partial fall carry him forward until he was sprinting full speed.
With his remaining hand he grabbed the Quintesson and pulled, not letting go until it wasn't tearing into Prowl's front and instead embedded several feet in the ground. He dashed, not giving it even a moment, standing tall in front of Prowl.
The Quint got back up, enraged screeches and chitters coming out of it's mouth.
"Back off," Jazz growled back.
The Quintesson attacked, and everything became the hyperaware blur combat always became.
Dodge, dodge, punch, dodge, kick, kick, punch, dodge, jump, kick jump-
One of it's tentacles latched right onto the open stump and set a wave of electricity in.
His mech's vision went bright white, sparks exploding out even inside his cockpit and the smell of burning metal filling his nose. All the protective insulation was made useless from the direct route into the mech's systems.
Jazz jerked his arm stump back and headbutted it.
He got a tentacle to the face for his troubles, grabbers squeezing and cracking the visor. He planted his feet, one on solid ground the other on the slack of the tentacle, and pulled as hard as he could.
A decent chunk of the face came left it, not deep enough to affect any systems or his vision anymore than it was already damaged, but enough that it certainly wasn't pretty.
He kept more distance after that. Wouldn't do any good for him or Prowler if he got fried too. But the Quintesson was desperate, like a cornered animal, grabbing and clawing at anything it could gets it's tentacles on. The same gouges Prowl had began to litter his own armour as it kept making grabs, and the beastie even managing to get a few more much briefer electrical surges in.
It was obvious only one of them was going to walk away from this fight, and Jazz was not going to let it be the Quint. Prowl would kill him if he did
Finally he managed to get in a lucky shot, albeit at the cost of his feet. The Quintesson tried to get in a bite like it friend had, only to be met with the full force of Jazz's feet pressing them apart.
The teeth and other horrors might've torn through his feet but dammit if it wasn't satisfying to hear the crack as its jaw snapped and the body went limp.
The battle was still going on around them, but it was starting to wind down. A trio of bots had even started attacking the one Jazz had left behind.
The immediate area was clear, and there were more than enough bots he could shout out to for backup if he needed it.
"Prowler, you okay?" he said, though he noticed his voice had a bit of static lacing it. Maybe getting his face ripped off did more damage than he thought, or it could be lingering damage from the electricity. "Sorry it took me so long to come getcha, talk, dark and bitey kept me a bit occupied."
He wiggled his stump with a chuckle, leaning in closer. Kneeling down was difficult with the leaking hydraulic fluid and Quintesson salivia making it hard to get a solid grip, but with the current state of his visor he didn't want to risk missing anything on Prowl. To his relief, despite the extensive denting and electrical burns, Prowl's chest was thankfully uncompromised. Hopefully his mech was insulated
The electricity seemed to have done a number on his connection to the head though, the eyes were still glitching wildly and his normally expressive face seemed stuck.
"J-Jazz..." Prowl stuttered, and Jazz found himself frowning. Maybe Prowl got a bit more banged up on the inside than he thought. "You- your-"
His eyes were flickering wildly about Jazz's mech, and he could practically hear his friend's battle computer crunching away.
"Ah, don't worry bout that," he rapping his mech's chest with a fist. "This old frame's gone through worse. Nothing delicate got smashed, and I've barely got a scratch on me. Ratchet'll have me right as rain before you know it, so don't worry your pretty little head one bit."
"Speaking of, I'm gonna go find 'im," he stood back up, looking around the battlefield. "The fight's pretty much over, and I'm not sure if it's a great idea for you to be moving after all that zappy nonsense. Just sit tight and-"
"No!"
Jazz startled a bit at the sudden shout, looking back down at Prowl. The other man's mech suddenly lunged up, sitting straight and looking at him with wide eyes.
"Prowler? Is somethin wrong?"
"I will contact Ratchet," he says in a rush. "A comm message will be more efficient than searching on foot, not to mention I'll be able to tell him what to prepare for,"
Jazz raised a brow.
"Go right ahead, Prowl," he chirped despite his suspicion. He was fairly certain Prowl was hiding something from him, but prying would just make him clamp down tighter.
Prowl didn't seem like the sort to hide things from medics but...
He sat his mech down and leaned back against the wall. "You don't mind if I wait with ya, do you?"
Just to be safe.
Despite his initial assumptions, Prowl actually seemed to relax at his suggestion.
"Not at all."
#jazz: can't let prowl pull a sneaky on the medics >:/#prowl actively having a heart attack: IF I LET THIS MECH OUT OF MY SIGHT THERE IS A VERY NON ZERO CHANCE HE KEELS OVER FROM HIS INJURIES#this was fun :>#god I love these two dumbasses and this entire au#transformers#continuity soup#jazz#prowl#mecha pilot jazz au#kd writes
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56 DAYS (sjy) | PART TWO (FINAL)
pairing: enemie!jake x fem!reader | read the prequel and part one
summary: after your best friend jay made you share an apartment with jake â âthe guy you donât likeâ â, you have to decide whether you should or not give into the feelings he makes you experience, something possibly pleasant and definitely memorable.
genres: "enemies" (reader is in denial) to lovers, accidental roommates, summer love, also has a bit of angst, smut
warnings: read the first parts otherwise the story won't make much sense, swearing, clichĂ© guys iâm sorry, this is very domestic, they act like an old married couple, jake is in love yâall, lots of tension, some crying, reader likes to be alone, they tease the fuck out of each other (not sexually), they thirst over each other a lot (very, very sexually), they bond over music and food, mentions of two piece bikini, its implied that jake is taller than reader, they overthink a bit, but mostly just lots of fluff, and smut (so MDNI) that includes: sex dream mentions, dirty talk, sub!reader, dom!jake, unprotected sex (yâall know better, this is fiction), praising, biting, slapping, pain kink?, slight degradation, begging, marking, spitting, brief fingering, hair pulling and choking
wc: 15.273 | playlist: 56 days.
a/n: can't believe this is finally out, it took me so long omfg. each part is named after a song in the playlist. anyways, hope you guys like it<3 | taglist: @manuosorioh @tunafishyfishylike
DAY 1 - Do You Like Me?
56 days. it was too much. that was no way you could both get out of this whole thing alive, everyone knew that. you will end up killing jake and then yourself. jay always said that it was going to be fine, because he knew you enough to be aware that the strongest thing between you just wasnât mutual dislike. when he bid you two goodbye earlier this morning he just asked â really affectionately â for you to be nice to each other, with a knowing look and a teasing smile. you reminisced the moment already missing him and jake, as he drove you two back to your apartment, thought the same.
the ride back home was very quiet, jake didnât say a word about how you both were going to be very alone together for the next few weeks and you didnât either. you thought it was best to keep at least some of the good mood of jayâs constant yapper as much as you could, since soon enough all you two would have is each other's company â and thatâs a big no-no for you. jake thought â in all his honesty â that no time alone with you was enough. he just couldnât wait to have you all to himself and, as soon as you step inside the comforting surroundings of your home, jake doesnât shut up. he spends all day talking your ear off about every single thing there is to talk about, anything he could use as an excuse to chat with you â he even went so far as to chase you around the house so youâd keep listening to his yapping.
itâs day one without jay and youâre already arguing. over what? you didnât even know anymore. it kind of started because he didn't leave you alone since eight in the morning when you two got home, then he didnât clean the mess he made in the kitchen while cooking and then he accused you of taking forever to shower â which shouldnât really matter because he has his own fucking bathroom â, and now youâre just competing over whoâs choosing the movie you're gonna watch.
âi got here first, iâll choose it.â he says, shoving you on the other end of the couch, his big hand locking you in place by your shoulder. heâs trying really hard not to laugh to keep a serious facade, but itâs almost impossible with the way you're so shamelessly throwing a tantrum right now â he wouldnât imagine youâd actually want to watch a movie with him.
âbut youâll choose something i won't like, on purpose,â you reply, pouting. giving up on trying to sit up and just comically laying there, your arms falling from the cushion â and jake thought you never looked cuter. you didnât even want to fight, but it seemed like getting on your nerves was his goal for the evening.
ânow, thatâs simply not true. donât you like horror movies?â he asks as he skips all netflix suggestions to search for a specific movie he heard you talk one too many times with jay, finally letting go of your arm, alternating his glance between you and the tv as he watched you switch positions and rest your back on the couchâs backrest.
âi do, butââ you pause, there was no way he knew that from you, so how did he know you're fond of horror movies anyways? you ignored your traitor thoughts â the ones that told you he paid true attention to you â, choosing to keep talking, âyes, but i still feel kinda scared sometimes.â
he cooed, like you were a cute child. âwell, nothing to worry about then,â he says, and leans a bit closer, arm resting on the couch's backrest right behind you. as he winks at you, flirty ways never quite leaving him, he completes âiâm right by your side.â
you huff, sinking further into the couch, knowing him, there's no way youâd win this fight anyway. but your attitude did nothing to distract him from your flustered face and shy demeanor. âwhatever, jake. just choose it already,â you mutter, arms crossed and knees to your chest making it all very entertaining for jake to watch.
the movie he chose was coincidentally your favorite horror movie. you loved it because, even though you knew it all by heart, you couldnât help but flinch at most jumpscares. it was just so good you always got in a trance while watching it. still, it seemed like it wasn't going to happen tonight. youâd catch jake looking at you side eyed and it both intrigued and angered you. you always asked âwhat?â genuinely curious to know why he couldnât just focus on the damn movie, but he brushed you off everytime, making it seem like you were just overthinking.
being completely unaware that jake have paid the movie little to no attention, you keep your eyes on the screen. jake uses this moment to appreciate your presence a little. making an effort to not look at you and distract you from your favorite horror show yet again, he becomes more aware of your presence. he then realizes you didnât move away from him when he put his arm to rest behind you. you were just sitting there, so naturally â like it happens all the time. does this mean youâre comfortable? it has to be it, right? the thought itself catches him off guard, and he doesnât want to move even for an inch, if that means you wonât move either. by the time the movie ends his body is a bit sore from trying so hard to stay in the same position â he thought it was kind of ridiculous, but thatâs just how love is.Â
not wanting it all to end just yet he asks you, âdo you want to watch another one? we can make popcorn this timeâŠâ his eyes pleading, almost like it would physically sting him if you said no.
you look at him with a puzzled look, but nod in agreement regardless. itâs summer break, you donât have class tomorrow and nothing else to worry about â also, the night sky outside is just begging for another round of spine-chilling story. making your way to the kitchen to make some popcorn for you two, you say âiâll make popcorn, do you want to choose the next movie too?â giving him the opportunity to do it felt slightly out of character for you, but you canât deny that his first one was a good choice â not that youâd let him know that, of course.
âno, you can choose now, pretty girl,â he winks at you as he answers, âbut thanks, thatâs sweet of you.âÂ
you roll your eyes, thinking you shouldnât have said anything. âshut up, jake,â is your reply and you feel a bit disappointed by the fact that you couldnât think of something else â mind unfocusing, wrapped around the way he had just called you a pretty girl. you try to shake it off and once the popcorn is ready you come back to the living room, settling down on the couchâs end by jakeâs left side and pressing play in a thriller youâve been dying to watch.Â
he silently hates that youâre not by his side anymore, but he focuses on the movie. mid-way through it jakeâs already on edge, his whole body tense as the movie goes on. he hates the suspense more, he thinks. nevertheless, as soon as he looks at you he almost completely forgets about it, mesmerized by how pretty you look right now â just like always. your hair is not covering your face, so he can see all of it â marvel at all of it. but what really catches his attention is the single piece of popcorn you are holding against your lips â that are slightly parted to accommodate it â, probably too lost in the movieâs story to notice youâre still holding it. your eyes are wide and almost puppy-like while looking at the screen and he wonders just how much inner strength heâs using right now to keep himself from kissing you. because, god, you look so kissable and youâre not even doing anything. itâs insufferable. he shakes his head and gets back to watching the movie, trying to get rid of the tension in his body â one that was not really from the thrillerâs suspense anymore.
you sense him shifting on the other end of the couch and decide to look over, only to be greeted by a frown and a clenched jaw. heâs not looking at you â must be entranced by the filmâs plot and is caught up in stress from wanting it to come to an end, you think â, but heâs looking way too good for your liking. the slight frown in his brows makes you want to soothe it somehow. maybe with a kiss, while you hold his clenched jaw until itâs not there anymore. your eyes snap back to the screen, what are you thinking?Â
the rest of the movie is pure torture, for both of you. the tension that fills both your bodies starts to overflow, spilling all over the living room. itâs nearly tangible, really. it forms a dense atmosphere between you, that has nothing to do with the movie and when it is finally over none of you make comments on it â since you both lost the most important parts while exchanging sneaky looks â just whispering goodnight to each other swiftly, before going to bed. once youâre both in your designated rooms, you take a deep breath â may this be the last time you feel so goddamn tempted by him.
DAY 5 - Rock Your Body
as much as you felt like it would never happen again, it did. itâs been 4 days since your movie night and today was supposed to be the day youâd peacefully deep clean your apartment, according to your schedule. but neither you nor jake wanted to face each other, opting to not live the awkward tension all over again. you did it because you didnât want to even entertain the idea of getting that close to jake ever, he did it because it was all too much for his poor in love heart to handle.
today was hot, to say the least. the blue sky had no clouds to shield you from the sunâs unforgivable brightness and even though you and jake are in the comfort of your home, the white walls of your apartment do nothing to suppress the impending heat that clings into your bodies. you thanked summer for its magical vibes, sure, but not really when youâre trapped at home doing house chores all morning. cleaning your apartment is usually fun since you used the time to just distract your mind from your current problems and just tidy everything up. but itâd be impossible to do it normally, since your major problem of the moment had a first name, last name and lived in the same place as you.
though it would be an annoying task, jake decided to use the day to try and bring his antics to a stop â just for one day â and, as a way to wave a white flag for you, he started by cleaning his own room, and you took the opportunity to clean yours. but as you finished and went for the next spot you both realized that youâd end up together at some point. ignoring that thought, you just kept doing your designated house chores and everything else you needed to, until you both found yourselves in the kitchen. you had already cleaned everything else, the only things missing were the dishes from breakfast and cleaning the counter â both which were completely simple. you took the dishes, while jake was supposed to clean the counter. but he couldnât concentrate if his life depended on it.
jake freaked out the minute he saw you walk in. why would you choose to wear such revealing clothes today, he couldnât take his eyes from you â which he tried, because he didnât want you to feel uncomfortable. the way your shorts hugged your thighs was a sin itself, but your basically see-through white shirt was what made him fold, the fact that even then his imagination couldnât possibly feel accurate in the slightest made him weak, he wanted more than just the hint of whatâs underneath the fabric. he felt like he needed to do something to leave the losing side â he was feeling like he was falling deeper in a world he wouldnât survive by himself. so he uses the roasting summer day as an excuse to take his shirt off, wondering why he didnât do it sooner. the relief was immediate, of course, the sweat that enveloped his skin didnât have nowhere to stick anymore, and it was a pleasant sensation. but he loved the moment especially because, as soon as he took off his shirt, he heard a cup slide from your hands and hit the sink, softly like you tried really hard to keep it from falling. the smile that adorned his lips was involuntary, but filled with a sense of confidence that extended itself to every other move he made.
you feel all the words that you could possibly say turn into mush at the sight. your mind would be completely empty, if it wasnât already filled to the brim with thoughts of jake â shirtless, sweaty and fucking hot. he was always handsome, you knew that much, and with his constant work out routine you would imagine that his body was somewhat nicely built, but you fooled yourself into thinking that heâd be average looking. you couldnât help but stare, completely forgetting your task at hand. why did he take his shirt off?Â
you didnât want him to notice you ogling him so you decided to say something, anything. âew, jake. put your shirt back on,â was all you could think of, but you didnât really want him to. the urge to rub your thighs together was getting harder to ignore, so you decided to get back to doing the dishes. jake, on the other hand, was completely amused by your lack of effort in trying to be discreet with your staring, catching you side-eyeing him every five seconds â or maybe, he thought, maybe you just couldnât help it. the idea of having this kind of effect on you makes him feel like he was responsible for the summer day, the heat spreading on his body and gathering in his abdomen, the sensation just as if he had several butterflies moving in his stomach.
âoh yeah, âcause you really want me to cover up, right?â he laughs and turns on his back to resume his own task, but still talking, âpretend all you want, i know that youâd love me walking around shirtless all day.â
âoh my god, you just never know when to shut up, do you?â you say, annoyed that he was pointing it out so matter-of-factly. to remain at least a bit of your composure you decide to put your earphones on and ignore his existence. though, nothing could take you away from the fact that he was you getting all hot and bothered and he was only standing there and looking good â much more than he should, for his own fucking good.
but jakeâs unable to let you grasp the peace of mind you crave so much, and decides to throw through the window all thoughts he had earlier about âbringing his antics to a stopâ, âwhat are you listening to?â he asks, actually curious. to know whatâs your taste in music is to know you better, and he is all for it
âjustin timberlakeâŠâ you saying, trying to keep your distance. you were already half-way done with your task, doing it as quickly as you could to go to your room. youâre in much need of a shower to cool the fuck down.
âare you serious?â he chuckles, what kind of person listens to JT to clean the house? he doesnât ask that though, instead he asks, âwhich song?â pointing to your earphones. âtake them off, so i can judge you properly.â
âwhat makes you think iâm gonna let you talk shit about my music choices?â but you were already taking it off your ears and disconnecting it from your phone â nonchalantly like you werenât just contracting him â, replaying the song so he could listen to it from the start. your body moving automatically, the desire to please him taking over.
âreally? ârock your bodyâ?â he shakes his head, but even you could see that he was joking. he loved the song, he had danced to it many times with a drunk jay in their parties. but, instead of dropping the act, he uses it to tease you more, âi would understand if it were âmirrorsâ or something, but ârock your bodyâ is just a biased choice, really.â
you canât hold your laughter to save your life. âwhat the fuck? what does that even mean?â and when you turn to him, you lose it. he had a serious expression on his face and his lips were pressed in a thin line, like it was the most serious topic on the earth. you really donât know if it is the sum of everything or if heâs just really funny, but your laughter increases. you bend over the sink slightly, trying to find the balance you lost from your cackles. jake tries his best to keep a straight face but then he sees you and gives in, laughing too â it was impossible not to, you looked so chill at the moment he didnât want to miss it. and it stays like that for what feels like many minutes, you two laughing and trying your hardest to catch your breath â but failing miserably.
once you calm down, a small smile on both your faces and your chest heaving from the lack of oxygen, you resume your tasks. almost forgetting that you were thirsting over each other just moments ago, the silence that falls between you two is comfortable. but jake didnât want to keep it that way, so he sighs comically and says, âdidnât know it was that easy to have you laughing like that.â
âitâs not easy, youâre just a complete idiot and i canât help but find it amusing,â you say, chuckling softly.
as he finishes cleaning the counter, which really shouldn't have taken this long, he smirks at you sentence. âoh, so i amuse you, huh?â his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.Â
you had just finished the dishes as well and were drying your hands in the dishtowel, but the moment you heard his words you threw it at jakeâs direction with no second thought. he catches it effortlessly and starts to walk in your direction. âyou should really learn when to be quietâŠâ you say, and you meant it to be harsh, but your voice is wavering. his tall and broad frame was closer than you were used to and the fact that he was still shirtless wasnât helping your situation at all. suddenly, you were hyperconscious of the extremely hot day and how it made you body warm â and possibly his too, and you wanted very much to know just how much â, the way lips parted as he looked at you, the way he towered over you and the way his eyes seemed darker now, up close â the way his chest stuttered when he finally trapped you in your position, leaning in the sink counter.
âyou always say that, but i never see you make any effort to shut me up,â he says, but his voice is low, like heâs sharing a secret â a dark and seductive one. âisnât that what you want, princess? to shut me up?â
your heart is racing, but your mind is rather calm. even though you want to deny it, you know what he was hinting at, and you want it. you crave it. âyesâŠâ you say, voice just like a whisper, a plea.
âyeah?â he says, and closes the distance between you, clearly affected by your small, but important, confession. his warm body â warmer than yours, you notice â presses into yours ever so slightly, like he didnât want to startle you â like you were in a dream and neither of you wanted to wake up. his right hand moved to cup your cheek, holding your face with all the worship he has ever known in life, eyes filled â overflowing â with yearning. âyou can do it, baby. â
but he wasnât proposing, it wasnât a suggestion. he was encouraging you to do it â egging you to go ahead and fucking kiss him, challenging you to give in. your pout comes involuntarily, the movement small but attracting his eyes to your lips â your pretty and really fucking temptable lips. knowing you canât refuse it â knowing you donât want to â, you tilt your head up. his reply comes immediately, coming down to brush your lips together eagerly. your voice can barely be called a whisper when you speak, âshit, jake⊠you know i want to.â
the way his name leaves your lips so beautifully â so appealing â makes his knees buckle. he suppresses a moan, mind going overdrive at the fact you just so openly confessed your wish â because he knew what it meant, how much it meant. then his left hand pulls you closer by your waist, as he does it he swears you can listen to the way his heart beats desperately in his chest. and you are so engrossed in the moment, so wrapped up in the suffocating tension between you that when your phone buzzes and starts ringing on the counter next to you, you both jolt. the sound sharp, cutting through whatever you two were just sharing and it takes you a moment to come to your senses.
picking your phone up, you hardly have the strength to talk, but you voice it regardless, âitâs jayâŠâ and jake only nods, saving all words of disappointment for when he gets his turn to talk to jay, privately. you pick the video call up and wait for jay to greet you, not bothering to go to your room. jake barely moves an inch, he wants to know if youâll try to push him away once jay sees you two. oddly enough, you donât do it.
âhey! howâre you doing? is that jake next to you? great, i wanted to talk with you both! have you had lunch yet?â jayâs voice sounds like a rap song. he was so excited to talk to you after four whole days of not listening to your voice.
and as the conversation goes on and both you and jake catch up with a very observant jay, you come to terms that maybe â just maybe â you were eager for the next opportunity youâd get to have jake so close â maybe to finally kiss him, even if youâre interrupted.
DAY 11 - Baby Blue Movie
you didn't think this day would come, but you couldn't wait to get home. ever since the day you almost kissed jake, you decided to go out more â alone preferably. but not even then you could escape him completely. sometimes he was a better company than people you were related to. after spending an afternoon at your mother's house, your energy was completely drained. sure, you loved your family, but you can't ignore disrespect. your mother's childhood was completely different from yours and it's obvious that it would have repercussions in your adulthood, considering that she always voiced that she knew â within maternal standards â what was best for you. and it gets tiring, you lost count of how many times you tried to make her understand your point of view and now you just ignored her complaints â usually successfully, but today it unfortunately didnât happen.
as you unlock the door, you pray that jake isn't in his playful mode. it would be extremely hard to deal with it today, but when you enter the house and take off your shoes, you can't fool yourself. he was already leaning against the wall that separated the entrance of the house from the living room, a tiny smile on his face and a sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue. you mentally prepare yourself not to explode at him. after all, he wasn't to blame for anything â he couldnât possibly be aware of the horrible day you just had. you donât even greet him as you try to make your way to your room. but he doesnât move an inch. with lack of something else in mind, you stop in front of him, waiting for him to say whatever lame joke he thought, already thinking of a possible retort. the whole time he watches you â your pretty face contorted in a serious expression he's not usually used to â he thinks that, maybe, youâre mad at him, but he canât think of something he could have done to make you angry like that. he doesnât want to overthink anything, so he decides to break the silence. "did⊠something happen?" voice silent, soothing, like you would bleed if he sounded hostile â or even indifferent, actually.Â
and, god, you wanted to yell at him. scream with all the pent up stress you endured all day, because how dare he speak to you like that? like you are fragile, like you need to be taken care of â like he needs to take care of you. the thought of being the object of his tenderness infuriates you. to be seem like you lack affection to the point youâd accept his nice words and gentle eyes. because you would never do that, no. you wouldnât just give in because he was being kind to you for the first time since you met. but, god, did you want to. with jayâs absence you had no one else â which was kind of depressing, but you didnât really mind â and with jakeâs constant attempts in making you open up to him, it got increasingly harder to not let your guard down. because god knows how hard youâve been trying to keep your distance, but after todayâs stressful events you just wanted some sort of display of affection â something to remind you that you matter and that you are deserving of love just like anyone else is â and the fact that you received it with no second thought apparent from jake made you weak. it made you want to fight him to remain some sort of composure but also apologize for ever misjudging him â apologize for thinking he wouldnât comfort you at all. but you didnât do either of those. instead, you look down at your feet taking a deep, shaky breath, murmuring an almost inaudible âyeah⊠it did, actually.â
nothing could have prepared him for that. he genuinely thought you would brush him off and go to your room. he could have even been fine if a mean, snarky remark came out of your mouth, like it usually happens. but, you didnât â why didnât you? why would you answer him honestly and looking so goddamn helpless, like you were in much need of a hug. and for a second, that was precisely what he went to do. however, giving in to those impulses felt like overstepping a boundary, and that was the last thing he wanted to do, especially now that you were letting him see you vulnerable â even if itâs barely. so he tried to not look so terrified of this new territory and went with what felt most secure, wanting to reassure you somehow. âdo you want to talk about it?â his voice is casual and steady, like it happens every week and he can perfectly deal with it â except it doesnât and he canât, the thought of you allowing him any close to you emotionally makes him dizzy, eager and feeling rather protective.
âshitâŠâ you chuckle inevitably. he was supposed to drop the subject and yet here he is, still trying to get to you. but you try to keep yourself grounded, all your anger and stress has dissipated into pure sadness so far, if he pushes any further youâll cry. and as you look for a way to put out what is going on in your mind, he wonders what had happened, considering he never saw you like that before. he was ready to hunt down to the gates of hell whoever dragged you to that state. âuh, no,â you sigh. âactually, it would beâ yeah. wellâ â you stumble over words, another frustrated sigh leaves your mouth and your hands come to face, hiding the obvious emotion written all over it. when you look back at him your eyes are already teary, your hands shake a little as you bring them down, your lips wobbly. you manage to let out a broken âi donât know, jakeâŠâ but by the time you sniffle, about to let your tears stream down your face, jake is right on you.Â
his left arm circling your middle pulling you towards him, his right hand on the back of your head tucking your face in his chest and, as he tightly hugs you for a few seconds, he keeps on saying âitâs fine, okay? it doesnât matter, princess.â so lovingly, it does the job of distracting you from your little meltdown. you notice the way the hug feels so intimate, like it was a forbidden thing to do and you two created a bubble to hide from the world and savour the moment. and it made sense you felt that way, because jake was actually hugging you right now. and you were crying. you were crying in front of jake sim â being comforted by him â and you didnât care at all. actually, now that you have done all the things you said you werenât going to, whatâs another one, right? thatâs whatâs in your mind as your arms come to his waist, not to push him away but to further drown yourself in his embrace, taking in his scent.Â
and as you two stand there, the dream-like golden beams of light due to the sunset passing through the curtainâs delicate material, your arms around him so willingly and your crying coming down to a halt, jake doesnât think he could be more content. his heart hurting in his chest knowing that youâre not okay, but also beating as fast as ever before since youâre right there. just so, so close to him, in a way he never thought you'd allow him to. and then he laughs, just a bit, but he canât help it. and you laugh too, wholeheartedly. because you cannot deny yourself the fact that you too felt content, even though youâre crying and heâs doing that just for the sake of comforting you. but that's precisely what makes it so important â is his effort in doing so the best way he can.
DAY 18 - WA-R-R
you woke up feeling great. it has been so nice to actually have a full break from college, you have time to do all the things you like without worrying about anything. well, almost anything. itâs been a week since the crying incident happened and you two never brought it up again. jake was okay with it. he thought you didnât want to talk about any of it, since once you felt lighter you just quietly apologized for crying on him like you did and went to your room. but you didnât know that, and you were starting to feel like a burden. you needed to properly thank him for comforting you, but you had no idea how.
it was currently a quarter past three in the afternoon and you were boiling on your couch from the heat. jake had left for the gym right after lunch and you had nothing to do, beginning to feel unsettled from the boredom. deciding on doing something productive, you take a shower and get dressed to go to the supermarket. you were out of a few things and it would be nice to leave the house and enjoy the weather, despite the fact that youâd much rather go to the beach. once ready, you go to the kitchen to check if you werenât forgetting anything so you could add to the list, thatâs when you hear the front door opening. jake walks in just a few seconds later, eyes roaming over your figure as he immediately catches the scent of your favorite perfume â are you going somewhere?Â
his black fit â sleeveless compression shirt and loose dri-fit shorts â knocked the air out of your lungs, but you didnât have time for that. âiâm going grocery shopping, do you want something?â you ask, pretending to still check the cupboards.
âyeah, actually. but i think itâs best if i go with youâŠâ he says casually, like he wasnât dying to have a domestic day with you â going to the market, choosing what youâre going to do for dinner, helping you carry the grocery bags. âyou knowâŠ? so you wonât buy anything wrong.â
you scoff, turning to look at him. âyouâre projecting, you know i wouldnât mistake your protein bars or whatever,â you say, rolling your eyes and propping yourself on the counter. you glance at him for a moment, taking in his appearance. faking a mix of disgust and judgment on your face, you point towards his clothes. âare you going like that?â
he checks himself, like he didnât know what could be wrong with his outfit, and with a confused look on his face he says, âwell, yes. why wouldnât i?â
you arch your brows mockingly, shrugging. âi donât know. you tell me, jake,â and then you chuckle from your teasing.
he rolls his eyes, feeling dumb for not realizing sooner that you were just messing with him â like always. âyouâre so annoying, what the hellâŠâ he murmurs, suppressing an amused laugh and completes, âcome on, letâs go in my car.â
his car smelled like him, the woody perfume he would usually wear was everywhere â you failed to notice that the first time you rode with him. as you put the seatbelt on and he starts the car, he says âdo you want to put some music on?â giving you his phone and driving off your apartmentâs garage.
âsure, what do you wanna listen to?â you ask, rolling through his playlist. the ride to the store was actually short, but a little music is always nice to have.Â
âwhatever, you can press play on random,â he answers, eyes locked on the streets ahead. just as he finished speaking, he heard the soft beat of a korean r&b melody starting to play very lowly. he went to turn up the volume, only for his hand to bump into yours â you were going to turn the volume up a bit as well, after resting his phone on your thighs.Â
a beat of awkward silence passes by and you two sneak a glance between each other. after laughing a bit embarrassed you softly say, âsorry, i was just gonna turn it up a bit.â moving your hand back to your lap.
he chuckles, without really knowing what to do he turns the volume up himself, saying âno, itâs okay. i was going to do the same.â
the song takes over the silence, its nicely tuned vocals filling the space, and you canât help but share, âi love this songâŠâ your voice is peaceful as you speak.
jake loves the comment, loves that youâre the one starting the small talk. âreally? i thought you were more of a 2000s pop type of girlâŠâ he says, bringing back that fact that you were listening to justin timberlake a few days ago.
you smile, âyeah, that too. but thereâs nothing quite like korean r&b,â you reply, shrugging your shoulders. and it felt so nice to be comfortable around him, to talk like you do with jay â like youâve known him for years.
âi mean, youâre right. but iâm suspicious, i was born in korea, soâŠâ he trails off, and as you two feed the conversation more and more with small details of your life, he can only thank his complete genius idea of following you everywhere â it in fact did pay off, eventually.
when you get to the supermarket, the whole shopping process is actually very quick, you buy the essentials and all the things that were in your list, jake buys a lot of barley tea bottles and you two decide that italian food was the best option for dinner today, so you buy everything you need to make pasta â you also have to decide which bottle of wine you were going to buy and that itself takes most of your time, both finding joy in fake disagreeing with each other. after getting to the checkout and paying for your purchases, you and jake walk back to the car and settle everything to ride back home.Â
once at home you ask jake to put some music on the TV so you could unpack the groceries and start cooking dinner. surprised that you were offering to make dinner â knowing that usually heâs the one to make dinner and you make lunch â he asks, âwhy are you so willing saying that youâre gonna make our dinner today?â his voice accusing and wary, like you about to prank him. approaching you after putting on the same playlist that was playing in the car, he starts to help you unpack the grocery bags that were scattered on the counter.Â
âcanât a girl feel like cooking twice in a day?â you say, purely to tease him, because after letting out a little laugh you add up almost instantly, âi just wanted to, i donât know, thank you for being so nice to me the other day.â
âthe other day? which day?â he was confused, it was pretty visible by his frown and inquiring voice.
you sigh, not wanting to extend the subject, but clarifying anyway, mumbling âthe day that i cried in front of youâŠâ
his realization comes quickly, a soft âah!â leaving his lips. nevertheless, he didnât want you to think that it was anything other than the bare minimum â you didnât have to make him a meal just because you felt like you needed to pay him back. both of you knew that he had no second intentions when he comforted you. âyou know, you donât have toââ he starts, but you interrupt him.
âi know, i know. but i really want to,â you say, voice steady like you practiced the speech all week â which you did, but that was nothing but a small detail, he didnât have to know. âi want to show that iâm grateful somehow, so just let me.â
he just nods, pleased that your communication was improving. dinner time was really nice, you two shared a bottle of wine, talked a lot about how your music taste was actually similar and how cooking can be a fun activity once you grow comfortable with it â you were both kind of tipsy at that point.
as he helps you tidy up the kitchen, he cherished the evening you had. it was nice to know that you started to share a bond now, even if you still tried to keep your distance somehow. âthanks, for the dinner,â he says, cheeks flushed both from the alcohol and from the way you were so close to him, drying the dishes as he washed them.
you hummed, feeling sleepy from the alcohol and tired from the day. you lay your head on his shoulder â as much as you can with the height difference â and answer, âit was nice, right? we should do it again some day.â
jake can only laugh as he shakes his head â you were just too cute. âyeah⊠we should.â
DAY 23 - Let Go
you couldnât be happier, today was finally the day you were going to the beach. as you got your things ready, you talked to jake about how dumb it was for you to have delayed this for so many days. jake has the idea of making some snacks and you help him do everything. throughout all the time that it takes for you and jake to make sandwiches and pack your beach bag and his backpack with everything you were going to need, you were talking nonstop. it was inevitable with the way you started to get along the past few days since your dinner together, honestly. you were also much more at ease in his presence, so you started to share a few more wholesome moments. still, he judges your choices for two piece bikinis and you say it was best if he didnât take his shirt off â to save peopleâs sanity â and you fight over which snacks you were going to take in your little trip. it was all really fun, you could never try to deny that. once everything was ready, you two got ready to go.
the ride to the beach was rather calm. the music in the background was soothing and the beach you chose to go to wasn't far from your place, so jake drove you there and in less than an hour you were in the sand, sitting on your beach mat. the day was summery just like the others that have passed, only this time you could sunbathe and swim â a perfect day, you would say. jake was sitting by your side, watching you put on sunscreen â admiring you, that was more like it.
when youâre done, he points towards the sunscreen bottle on your hand and doesn't think twice before asking, âcan you do my face and back?â he watches your concentrated face, but it doesn't change a bit, you stay expressionless. he tries again, âpleaseâŠ?â
you grimace, and move to sit face to face with him. âwhat? you canât do it?â you ask, but itâs not really a criticism.
he laughs, and flicks your forehead. âof course i can, you brat. itâs just better if you do it,â he says, like itâs so obvious and you fake a look of disgust. he adds, âi canât miss a chance to have your hands all over me, baby,â and winks.
you roll your eyes, but start to apply some sunscreen on his face, answering, âshut up and close your eyes, loverboy.â you use the moment to take in his appearance, closed eyes and parted lips from his talking. he was always so beautiful for you, you wished you could let him know in a way that didnât felt like you were putting your heart in his hands â which was impossible, because that was the only kind of fondness you knew with him, devotion.
he does what you tell him, closing his eyes, but he keeps on talking â a smile on his face all throughout it. âyou canât push me away, princess. i know how your mind works by now,â his voice filled with enjoyment.
âyeah, yeah. i know, jake, you say that everyday,â you reply, but you're smiling too. finding joy in his words, but oblivious to how evident his feelings were. âokay, face done. now iâm gonna put it on your back, turn around for me, please.â
he turns around, his eyes glinting with unmistakable affection from your disponibility to do it for him â the way you ask him âpleaseâ sticks to his mind a little more than it's considered healthy. once youâre done he gets up on his feet and holds your hand. âcome on, weâre going in the sea.â
âwoah there, loverboy. i know you need me to do everything with you, but at least wait until the sunscreen soaks in.â you say, and use the fact that he was still holding your hand to push him down to sit by your side once again.
he complies, his thigh brushing against your as he settles down next to you. you both take in the view. the sea is rather calm, the waves seem to crash slowly. the sun is unforgiving, but in a pleasant way, and the eventual breeze that hits your bodies is a nice way to recover from the heat. you donât realize that youâre still holding hands, but jake is very aware of the act. so much so he fights the urge to stroke his thumb along your hand, so that you wonât grow annoyed from his display of affection. itâs not until an old lady passes by, selling handmade bracelets, that you notice just how close you guys are to each other.
the woman stops by you two and asks, very fondly, âoh, hello, young man. would you want to buy a bracelet for your girlfriend?â sheâs pointing at you, and oddly enough you donât feel like correcting her. in fact, you donât say anything, you just smile at the lady and turn to look at jake, waiting to see what heâll do.
âoh, yes! do you have matching ones?â he asks her, paying you no attention. his response comes immediately, and youâre caught off guard at just how natural it came to him â like you were actually boyfriend and girlfriend, like it wasnât even a thing to consider in the first place.
they get into a conversation about her process of making the bracelets and how much they cost, eventually he buys two â only then he lets go of hand, because he needed to pay the old woman â and she thanks your attention as both of you wave her goodbye.
your head snaps in his direction. giving him a quizzed look, you donât even have to say anything for him to speak, âlook, it wasnât going to change anything in her life if we said we werenât together. if anything weâd just make her ashamed of her mistakeâŠâ his voice is quiet, like youâd argue with him for what he did.Â
but you donât. in fact, you just say, âiâm surprised by how easily you played along, but iâm not gonna kill you. relax,â youâre chuckling, and you add âi didnât get to see which ones you boughtâŠâ
he stares at you, dumbfounded. âwhat?â he asks, wondering if he heard you wrong. were you just letting that slide? like he just didnât pretend you were his girlfriend to a total stranger? werenât you the one who refused to let him close? âdid you enjoy being my girlfriend, is that it?â he teases, but heâs not joking. he actually wants to know this time, he needs the rest itâll provide him.
you cough, choking a bit. what should you do? did you enjoy it? youâre not sure, but for some reason you didnât want him to think you didnât. not only because upsetting him felt so mean of you, but because you realized that you werenât opposed to the idea of dating him. âgod, donât make it weird and let me see the braceletsâŠâ you say, changing the subject. but decided to mumble in addition, âif i didnât say anything, it means that i didnât mind.â
he smiles, and it outshines the sun. jake wasnât one to be pessimistic, but he often opted for a more realistic approach when it came to you, so to see you opening up like that â letting him genuinely see you and understand you â made his body shiver with anticipation of what youâd share next. he senses your will to not deep dive into the matter so he gives into your wishes to see the bracelets. âhere, give me your hand so i can put it on youâŠâ he says, but he can barely control his excitement. he ties the bracelet in your wrist and asks for you to do the same for him, both of you admiring the colorful object that now was a reminder of a thing only you two shared. you fall into a nice, comfortable silence. the unspoken feelings surrounding you but not in a scary way, the sounds of the waves crashing doing nothing to drown your rapid heartbeats. in moments like these you question just how much you should try to keep jake away, only for you to choose not to do it at all â you were just letting it flow, it would pain you more to pretend you didnât like what was growing between you.Â
and thatâs just how the day goes. you swim in the sea and share your snacks, it truly feels like a beach episode from your favorite anime. once you get back home, the tiredness from the long day â even though it was fun and uplifting â sinks in. after you and jake have straightened things up and showered, you both decide to settle on the couch.
you were hardly registering the movie that was playing on the screen. jake had his hand on your head, fingers mindlessly scratching your scalp, a loving gesture that only pushed you closer to sleep. as you started to drift off, your head found its way to jakeâs shoulder, face hiding on his neck. jake gasped at the proximity, but after a few seconds he adjusted you on his body, hugging your waist. before either of you could realize, the two of you had already fallen asleep.
DAY 35 - All Mine
when jake wakes up, heâs a mess. he feels his hair sticking on his forehead due to his sweat. his legs feel shaky, his boxers sticky and his heart is hammering in his ribcage. it takes him a few moments to realize that heâs laying in his bed, having fallen asleep with you the night before while you two played cards late at night. the next thing he realizes is that youâre no longer with him. he checks his phone, itâs half past eight in the morning. he slumps back on the mattress, right hand coming down to palm the evident erection on his sleeping shorts, cock still hard despite the fact that he had clearly cummed during his sleep. he had woken up from a very messy, very erotic dream, his breath was calming down as he took in his surroundings, but his mind was still in a haze from the vivid memories from his dream â where you and him did all the things he craved to do to you. his right handâs grip tightens around his clothed girth, his arousal growing while he feeds his imagination, thinking just how cute youâd look with your eyes tight such and your mouth hanging open as your lips let out the most beautiful sounds of his name, while heâs buried insideâ.
he sits up, instantly. he couldnât act like he lived alone, and even though he very much wanted to get off right now, he wouldnât want to have you walk in on him â well, he wouldnât mind if he felt like you would be okay with it, but he couldnât know if that was the case. the past few days were wonderful, he loved every second of it. you and him were growing closer and closer, to the point you did everything together. after the day you spent on the beach, both of you decided to start hanging out more often. you did all sorts of things â you even did go back to the beach, going to a drive-in that was happening nearby â and it was starting to get hard to avoid the inevitable. jake was beginning to break, the time youâve been spending together only further pushing him to his darkest, most lust-filled thoughts. he wondered if you felt the same, or if he was just another homie to you. if you want him the way he wants you it shouldnât be hard to notice, right? he thinks that he should pay more attention to your body language, to see if you give him any opening to tumble over the edge of the hanging tension. but then he wonders, where are you anyway? intrigued, he leaves his room to look for you, only to find an empty house. you werenât anywhere to be found, neither in the kitchen nor in your room. he sits on the couch, and as he was about to text you to know your whereabouts he hears the clicking of the keys on the front door. he sits back, checking his bulge briefly â that had subsided considerably â and waits for you to show up, fingers interlaced, his hands resting on his lap.
you had woken up pretty early and decided to buy strawberry cheesecake for breakfast at a bakery nearby and some coffee at your favorite coffee shop, choosing to not text jake because you thought youâd be back before he woke up â which clearly did not happen. when you see him sitting on the couch you stop, standing comically â awkwardly â at the hall that separates the living room from the kitchen.
âhi, youâre up,â you state, looking at him â eyes roaming over his figure, he seemed sus. not waiting for his answer you turn left, walking towards the kitchen counter to settle what you bought for breakfast.
jake is hot on your tail, replying, âwhere have you been, huh?â his tone is playful, but you can tell heâs actually curious to know.
âuh⊠i donât see how it concerns you?â you answer, teasingly. your smile the most genuine it could ever be, since jake with his ârecently woken upâ look was the cutest. then you add, âi bought coffee, and cheesecake.â
âoh god, yes! love me some sweets in the morning,â he says, settling down at the counter while eyeing your figure â the fabric of your jeans shorts seemingly sinfully pretty around your thighs, your baby blue crop top making him want to ogle your breasts. were you always this hot? âuh, thanks for bringing coffee for me tooâŠâ
âdonât mention it,â you say, at last. sitting down on his side you two start to eat, then you remember something. âhey, how did you sleep? i woke up in the middle of the night and went to my room. sorry, if i woke you.â
jake feels relief wash over his entire figure to know you werenât there if he made any suggestive sounds during his sleep. âactually, iâm a heavy sleeper, so you wouldnât wake me like that,â he answers and after pausing for a few seconds he finishes, âi slept ok, without crazy dreams or whatever.â
you laugh, his words seeming rushed for you and oddly explanatory, which was out of character of him â especially since he was so slow in the mornings. was he nervous? âok, jake. if you say soâŠâ you say, just for the sake of getting on his nerves â and maybe to get him to say something about what really happened.
âyah! what are you suggesting? i slept like a baby, ok? with baby dreamsâŠâ he states, defensively. and you laugh harder, your hand coming to cover your mouth in an attempt to muffle at least some of it â which didnât happen.
in between your gasps for air, you say, âoh, so you dreamed of unicorns and princesses then.â your teasing sentence only half well delivered, since you were still trying to recover from your fit of laughter.
jakeâs mind was racing while he nervously tried to change the subject. however, in between his thoughts of his not exactly baby-like dream, he lets out the first thing that comes to his mind, âif youâd call yourself princess, then i guess you could say that, yeahâŠâ he says, his voice sounding playful. you stall, confusion written all over your face.
âwait, does that mean you- did you dream about me?â you ask, incredulous. you brows coming together to emphasize the chaos that was your mind at his statement. he laughs, shaking his head, truly amazed at how easily he gave himself in. knowing that there was no denying what he said just now, he only nods, taking yet another slice of the cheesecake you were sharing. but you had long forgotten how to eat, in fact you donât think you can do anything else at the moment.Â
letting your curiosity speak louder you decide to try your luck. âwhat⊠did you dream about?â you ask, voice small despite its certainty. you decide to not look at him, eyeing the plate in front of you as he ate the last piece of the cheesecake. you take a sip of your coffee.
âyou, duh,â he says matter-of-factly, and laughs like you werenât dying from not knowing. âwhy do you want to know, anyway? does it matter that much, princess?â his tongue brushes the inside of his cheek, trying to suppress the smirk threatening to take place in his lips. the situationâs much more entertaining than he initially thought it would be.Â
âoh my god, youâre so annoying,â you huff and get up, making your way to the sink to wash the dishes you just used. he stares at you, amused at the tantrum your throwing over something he thought youâd just brush off, probably just making a comment about how in love heâs in with you â jokingly, of course.
âokay, okay. iâll tell you, alright?â he says, bringing his hands up as if surrendering to you. you stop what youâre doing just to turn your head to him slightly. you eye him, an unreadable expression in your face and he chuckles a bit â he really does like you. at last, he says âi dreamed i got hurt in a zombie apocalypse and you left me behindâŠâ his voice is obviously playful, but you fail to realize he was being ironic.
so you only sigh, your lips forming an involuntary pout as you hummed in acknowledgement, turning back to dry your hands after you finished your task. his answer breaks your expectations, leaving you confused as to why you thought heâd say something else â why you wanted him to say something else. maybe it was the way he was staring at you since you arrived, or the way he seemed so nervous talking about his dream, you thought maybe it meant he saw you in a way that wasnât just âhis roommateâ. but, maybe it was all in your head anyways.
he comes behind, not touching you whatsoever, his hands finding their place at the counter in front of you the same time you finish your task â and he realizes heâs feeling oddly familiar with the situation, like a deja vu. he whispers then, voice seductive and full of intentions, âdid you want me to say that i had a erotic dream?â his question catches you off guard, you use your now free hands to support yourself at the edge of the sink. you head falls to your shoulder, eyes closing as a sigh passes your lips. fuck, why is he dirty talking to you all of sudden? why do you like it? you decide that all your doubts and worries are for the future you to deal with, right now you just want to know how far this can go. still, you can help the nervousness that gets a hold of your demeanor. shaking your head, you start, ân-no, thatâs not it, why would youââ
but jake was not having it. he cuts you off mid-sentence, face coming closer to your ear, lips brushing over it ever so slightly while he whispers lowly â as if you were in a room filled with people and he only wanted you to hear â, âare you really going to lie to me like that, baby?â and just like that youâre speechless, but that doesnât matter one bit, because jake keeps on talking, âi dreamed you were underneath me doing all sort of cute noises while i fucked you on my bed. is that what you expected me to say? or was that pout on your pretty lips for another reason, princess?â
âw-whatâŠ?â you utter, confused. heâs getting to you too damn fast for your liking â your panties growing damp at the thought of him having a wet dream about you. you speak your mind, âwhat the fuck, jake? how can you say things like thatâŠâ
âlike what? so directly? you know iâm not one to play games, princess,â he says and uses the little switch of topic to spin you around. his hands find your waist to urge you to face him and you comply, but you donât look into his eyes yet, embarrassment having a tight grip around you. so his right hand comes to your face and you barely feel his fingers as he tilts your chin up softly, bringing you to face him so he can lock eyes with you, his hand falling to your waist a second after. his gaze is intense, filled with emotion â one youâre yet to allow yourself to admit aloud you reciprocate. the silence starts to grow bothersome so you decide to voice your thoughts once again, not really expecting this moment to turn into a heart to heart conversation â but honestly, you love that jake provides this for you.
âi know. but, youâre making me nervous,â you confide in a mumble, fidgeting fingers on your back but you donât break eye contact â your puppy eyes fucking jakeâs mind up. he knows what you mean, youâve talked about this before. youâre not one to let people in, so to have him so casually stripping you out of your comfort zone can be really stressing â it doesnât mean you donât want him to, though.
jake cuckles, he does think youâre adorable from time to time â everyday â and heâs determined to make you comfortable with what you want â well, that being him â so he makes a point of saying, âthatâs cute, princess. youâre only nervous because you keep refraining yourself from doing what you wantâŠâ he says, almost melodically. âand i know very well that you want me.â
thereâs a knowing glint in his eyes and you know he knows, thatâs what your relationship was always about â heâs been obvious about his desires, you were the one who poorly attempted to deny it. so you sigh defeated, as you watch his pretty eyes and easy smile. you touch his arms, hands traveling up to his cheeks where you leave a soft squeeze with your palms, squishing them together. you both let out a giggle, then your fingers intertwin on his nape, your body closing the distance between you and him.Â
jake is not surprised that you took the initiative, but he couldnât believe that it was actually happening. his heart is beating unforgivingly in his chest, it aches the best kind of pain and he lets out a sound of relief, pleasure and pure fulfillment. his hands grips your waist harder trying to ground himself, but nothing is enough â he is losing all self control and he couldnât care less. because your hands were on his neck, nails scratching lovingly the back of his head, your chest pressed on his and your lips passionately kissing him â having you on his hands for him to touch and hold was messing with his head. the kiss that takes place is outstanding, it makes both you and him breathless way too quickly. you pull away first, your teeth prodding your bottom lip for a moment before jake is on you again.
this kiss is much more devastating than the first one, when your tongues meet you can hardly contain the whine that tries to leave your lips, but maybe itâs the way jake shoves you against the counter behind you that knocks the air out of your lungs. none of you know how long you stay making out, your fingers interlace on jakeâs locks and he anticipates the moment you will pull it, but you donât. he grows impatient, hands sliding from your waist to your hips, where he squeezes hard, then he pushes himself from you, interrupting the kiss in the middle. youâre panting, chest heaving and lips red and swollen from the kissing, the sight making heat spread all over his body and his arousal only increases, the bulge on his pants begging to be simulated and he wonders how affected you are by all of this. despite the hot feeling of your hasty breath, nothing really gives away your inner state. and you try to keep it that way, but your mind is foggy and you can barely form coherent thoughts aside from the burning lust, thatâs all you can discern. you thought you could be stronger when it came to your sexual desires, but jake fucks up all your attempts in keeping a composed attitude. because you wanted nothing more than to let go and be led, to allow him to do whatever he wanted to. thatâs how much you trusted him, how much you craved him.
youâre so lost in your submissive reverie that you fail to realize that jake actually said something. it isnât until his hands cups your cheeks that your attention turns to him.
âhmâŠ?â you hum and itâs supposed to be a question, but you can really say something else. he understands, though, slowly catching on to what your behaviour meant.Â
testing the waters, he asks âdo you want to go upstairs, baby?â softly, trying not to sound like you had to. you nod, eagerly so, making him smile, tilting his head to the side. âyouâre much too quiet, princess,â he says, his smile fading to a smirk as continued, âgo on, use your words.â
the way he says it is borderline condescending. the patronizing superiority twists your insides and your heart rate speeds up, a familiar feeling making its way to your stomach like butterflies. you curse every cell in your body for being so responsive. you focus on the fact that itâs a simple question, one he already knows the answer to. âyesâŠâ you voice out, not without stuttering and jake is amazed.Â
he pushes further, wanting to strip every layer of this newfound trait of yours. âhuh? yes what, princess?â and itâs a trap, because heâs not expecting anything specific, you may or may not know what to answer, it doesnât matter because jake is doing it with the sole purpose of teasing you.
but you donât know that, and even if everything in you is telling you to address him with a respectful honorific, you also donât want to give him the satisfaction of winning that so easily, so you do whatâs best, you play innocent. âyes, i wanna go upstairs,â your voice sounding much more controlled and with barely any sides of your emerging submissiveness.
jake laughs at your answer, eyes scanning you with unmistaken amusement. he shakes his head, grabbing your hand as he speaks, âyouâre impossible.â
he uses your intertwined fingers to pull you with him, all the way until youâre passing through his bedroom door. once inside, he sits on the end of his bed, hands coming to your hips as he looks up at you. thatâs when everything sinks in. nothing couldâve prepared you for the devastating reality that youâre a moment away from letting jake undress you â letting him fuck you. his alluring presence drowns your senses, you want nothing else than to please him.Â
he sees it in your eyes, so he feels obligated to act on it. âcome sit, princess,â he says and pulls you to his lap. you fall right after, thighs finding their place on his sides as your hands touch his chest. âyouâre so pretty,â his hands are caressing your waist under the fabric of your shirt. âso, so pretty,â he adds, placing kisses on your cheeks, and then your neck. âmakes me want to ruin you all the time,â he pulls you even closer, the motion making your hips collide with his. his dick impossibly hard underneath you, you fists his shirt at the feeling. he started to leave hickeys on your skin, his path well marked as he love bites his way to the valley of your breasts. you can feel the smirk on his lips as he trails kisses on your skin, but you are engrossed in the intoxicating feeling of his hands traveling up your body. when you realize, heâs already taking your top off, eyes shamelessly falling to your naked torso. âyou always leave the house without a bra on?â he asks, not really accusing you of anything, his hands instantly coming to grope them, thumbs tenderly flicking your nipples and your response is almost embarrassingly quick. youâre taken by surprise, a soft moan slips past your lips and your hips grind on him. he appreciates the sound, his dick twitching in his sleeping shorts as he squeezes your boobs harder.Â
you answer him, voice coming weaker than you expected as you speak, âno⊠not really.â you have your hands sliding under his shirt, pulling the fabric with you as you feel the warm skin of his chest on your palms, you want to see him too. âcan you⊠take your shirt off too?â
âlook at you, being so well manneredâŠâ he says and you roll your eyes, his praise makes your panties grow wetter by the minute. he keeps talking though, making no move to remove his shirt just yet. âalthough, i think that thereâs one word missing, princessâŠâ
you understand him immediately, the words coming out easily, âpleaseâŠ? can you take your shirt off, please?â you rephrase, and jakeâs mind goes over drive. he already wants you begging for him.
is almost funny, to know that you two are living the moment he has been anticipating ever since he was first trapped with you in that bathroom in a random college party. heâs lightheaded from the unceasing sensations he experiences with you and his smile is the perfect display of it, breathtaking and contagious. he lifts his arms for you to finish taking the shirt off his torso, you drop it on the floor. his hands settle back on you, falling on your thighs with a smack on which one, as he gets back to trailing kisses down your neck, until his tongue envelops your nipple. heâs still smiling when you moan from the sudden stimulation, but he moans with you after you grind down on him at a specific hard bite he delivers. âyouâre into pain or something?â he asks you, moving to your other boob, teeth grazing the skin before he bites it, softer than he wanted, just to test his theory.
you right hand tangles in his hair, fingers gripping the locks but not really pulling at it â which he really wants you to â, your left hand splayed on his chest, nails threatening to dig on his skin. he laughs in disbelief, biting harder â not enough to leave a mark, yet â and your hips move involuntarily on his, humping his throbbing dick, desperate for a real form of stimulation between your legs. âoh god, you are into it.â he states, and delivers another slap on your thigh.
you bite your lip, and say âyou do realize how sadistic this makes you look, right?â in defiance, but your affected tone makes no effect whatsoever.Â
his answer is instant, âand you do realize how much of a masochist i think you are now, right?â his mocking tone getting to your and further wetting your panties, that must be completely destroyed by now. he continues his assault in your chest, that already has some red and purple marks blooming here and there.
âi-iâm notâŠâ you start, both hips and voice stuttering from his movements, the fabric of your jeans starting to make you uncomfortable as you rub yourself harder on his erection, jakeâs hands groping your skin from the stimulation, the rhythm of your movements torturously slow for his liking. âiâm not a masochist,â you manage to say, and jake laughs from your little act.Â
âno, just a painslut...â he says, and your muffled whine is enough of an answer for him. âbut donât worry, baby. you make such a pretty slut for me.â
âfuckâŠâ is all you can mumble, pussy clenching around nothing as you keep grinding on his bulge, dry humping him for all your worth. but jake had enough of that, he wants more â he needs more. so he grabs one of your thighsâ underside with one hand, the other going to your waist as he moves you on the bed. in a second you're laying on your back on the mattress, but you donât have time to be surprised. jake touches your knee in an attempt to get you to open your legs and you comply, slowly moving them apart to accommodate his hips.
his hands travel to undo the button of your shorts, fingers pulling the zipper down all the way but he doesnât slide the fabric off your legs. instead, he stuffs his hand inside of it, fingers gliding over your dripping wet slit. âshit, youâre fucking soaked, princessâŠâ he almost growls, forehead resting on your shoulder. âwant to fuck you till we pass out,â itâs just a harmless confession, one he doesnât truly mean, but you donât care.
âso do it,â you sound desperate, his index and middle finger teasing your entrance while his thumb presses on your clit. he wasnât moving, and it was driving you insane. you thrust your hips forward, trying to get him to do something, but he doesnât.
he chuckles, his smirk hidden from your eyes, but you could feel it when he pressed his lips to your ear, leaving an openmouthed kiss in it. âso soon? whereâs the fun in that?â he says rhetorically, he has been dying to bury himself inside you, but he still wants to play with you some more. âneed to prep you first, baby.â
your moan is music to his ears when he inserts his fingers in you with a quick motion, pleasure running through your veins. but it wasnât enough. you didnât want that, you wanted his dick inside you. âf-fuck, jake⊠jake, please,â is the first glimpse of a plea, and jake is relishing on it. he quickens his movements, fingers working on your walls like magic. he brings his thumb back to your clit, drawing little imaginary circles in it and your head falls back, back arching as you push your hips forward again. âjake, j-jake⊠please, fuck me. wanna cum on your cock.â
although he really wanted to, he couldnât resist your plea. he doesnât need to be told twice, taking his fingers out slowly and helping you out of your shorts and underwear. he takes his shorts off along his boxers right after, his dick slapping his stomach as he does so.
once heâs between your thighs there isnât much to be said, heâs already guiding his dick to your entrance when your legs wrap around his waist. you both moan at the intrusion, the stretch making your mind go blank as your head falls to the side, right hand finding support on his back as your left hands tangled on his locks. youâre both panting and you barely started, his thrusts are sharp, he reaches so deep in you. your closed eyes and open mouth are better to watch than jake could ever imagine, he wishes he could have this everyday. âoh my god, fuckââ he swears, hand gripping you jaw to give you a kiss. itâs messy, your tongues meet more outside than inside your mouths. when he pulls away thereâs a string of saliva connecting you two. his weight is supported on his forearms as he moves to mark your neck mumbling, ây-you feel so good princess, so goddamn good.â
the room smells like sex, your hands try desperately to somehow steady yourself in that moment that didn't seem like reality at all. jake pressed his hips into yours harder and harder with each kiss he left on your neck, his mouth brought you little by little closer to heaven and you let a specific loud whine escape your lips. you could feel his smile as he raised his head so he could kiss your mouth with unquestionable desire once again. you use your legs to pull him closer and his eyes roll back under his eyelids. you arch your back slightly, your chest pressing against his and your fingers â finally â pulling on his strands. jake brokes the kiss to moan and looks at you in that surrendered way he always does. he just couldn't help himself, he needed to ruin you just a little bit more.
âso beautiful, my princess.â his possessive tone making you clench around him, his hand moves from your side to your neck, where he gives it a light squeeze, and then he grabs your cheeks with one hand. not too hard, but enough to make you lift your face. âopen your mouth for me, love.â and you comply. your mouth parted slightly and your eyes glued to his, but heâs too lost watching you run the tip of your tongue between your lips to notice. he uses his thumb to open your mouth even wider, naturally salivating at the thought of what he would do next.
when his spit meets your tongue and you swallow without protest, he is gone. the moan he fails to contain comes out muffled as he presses his face back into your neck. the hand that was previously on your cheek goes down to your thigh where he delivers a harsh squeeze. âfuckâŠâ he whispers, inevitably moving his hips to fuck you harder, faster. he was too lost in the feeling, and so were you.Â
the intoxication sensation of your orgasm comes quickly, and itâs devastating. jake takes notice of the way your nails run down his back, the other pulling on his hair and your legs impossibly tight around his waist. âwould look at thatâ ahâ, youâre going to cum, baby?â he asks, voice low and wavering, âare you?â
you hum, your moans impossible to suppress. you drool on the fabric of the mattress â you were so, so close. jake has other plans, though. âoh, c-come on now, princess⊠weâveâ ahâ talked about it a-already,â he says, hand coming to your neck, adding some pressure â just enough for your eyes to roll back on your closed eyelids. he loves to watch it, his own release coming fast and unforgiving. âuse your words.â
âiâ fuckâ can i cum, jake? p-pleaseâŠâ you start, eyes opening to lock with his as best as you can. âplease! jake, ahâ i canât hold it a-anymoreâŠâ you cry out, head lolling back once more. âf-feels so good, so good.â
jake canât hold it back any longer too, hips unrelenting at your begging. âgo ahead, baby. cum for me.â he whispers, and it feels like you fall over the edge immediately. the unceasing clenching of your walls only pushing him to his orgasm too, thick ropes painting your inner thigh as he pulls out. the wave of pleasure that overtakes you both is devastatingly good, you can barely discern what's happening as whispered âthank youâsâ fall from your lips. when you both fall back to reality youâre sweaty and breathless. he drops his weight on you, arms caging your body as his head finds the comfort of your chest. you giggle and hug his shoulders, eyes too heavy from tiredness to keep them open. you fall asleep before the both of you can say anything. jake senses your calming breath, choosing to clean himself and you up before giving into the temptation of sleep as well. he dresses you on his shirt that was on the floor after putting on his boxers, hugging you from behind whispering sweet nothings to you, lulling himself to sleep.
DAY 37 - Fool For You
youâve never been one to give in to awkwardness. you pride yourself on being quite a light presence, always funny or trying to make everyone feel comfortable. but it wasnât until you had sex with jake that it changed. because, sadly, now youâre just always nervous around him. it had been two days since he claimed you for himself â two days and you still havenât really faced him. what could you do, really? pretend it never happened? act like the big deal it was and possibly ruin everything? acknowledge what happened but act like it's not going to destroy every single wall you've built around yourself?
you felt hopeless and you missed him â so much. because after what you two shared, there was no room for doubt, no room for hiding the undeniable truth. you were deeply, madly and uncontrollably in love with jake. so much so it hurted you. so much so you could tell everyone and you would never feel ashamed of it. but, what about him? how could you ask him if you didnât even know how to allow yourself to be vulnerable like that? to let him in like he was always there â although it felt like he had always been part of you, you also couldnât help but overthink it. you felt like he understood you even if no words were spoken, but would it really be enough for him to know that you loved him? would you be enough for him? did he feel the same? god, did he even like you at all? and as you torture yourself â feeling like you could actually feel a physical discomfort from all the thinking and loving and wanting you had trapped inside you â, jake was losing his mind.
he was in complete despair, like heâll never have you. all of the time it took for him to get to know you, to get close to you â it felt meaningless â, and now you were slipping right through his fingers all over again. it wasnât fair. he knew you felt something for him. and it was driving him insane, because if you felt even just a little bit of what he feels, then it was enough for forever. even if you feel just five percent of what he feels for you, you would make it until the end of the world. but it didn't matter, because you hadnât talked to him yet. he was feeling like he was left to die of starvation, your absence making him hallucinate. making him question just how much he wouldnât do for you â only so he could finally have you. because he was feeling like he could do it all, but he needed you to come to him. to allow him to truly see you, to truly feel you. so he decided to wait. wait for you to come to terms with the reality you seemed so against living and then heâd do everything â anything to keep you by his side.
even if you werenât sure about how things would turn out, you know it was you who had to make the first move and when you decide to get your shit together, you walk straight to his room. looking calm on the exterior, but completely wrecked on the inside, yet itâs kinda funny for you. you have nothing to fear anyway, expect for, well, a rejection â but it wasn't really going to stop you. when you get to his door you take a few deep breaths, gathering the courage that was just a few seconds ago all over you but seemed to suddenly vanish. you grow eager, as if it was all coming to realization. it feels so fucking right you could cry, you decide to knock before it all becomes too much. doing it softly, you wait for him to answer, cleaning your sweaty palms on the sides of your sleeping shorts.
jakeâs listening to some random âsongs for studyingâ playlist on youtube while scrolling through his media when he hears the soft knock on his door. he freezes, what was happening? he jumps out of bed, looking around checking if anything needed replacing. when he sees everythingâs fine he walks to the door, but remembers he had changed into his sleeping clothes, so he goes back to check himself in the mirror, only for him to run a hand through his hair and get right back to the door. once there he doesnât think twice, swinging the door open. âhi!â
you get startled by the sudden movement. jake looks like he has the energy to run a marathon and is hardly holding himself from doing so. itâs cute. you look at his puppy-like eyes, his lips slightly parted and his hair falling in his brows. you almost say right then and there, but you hold it â waiting for a more appropriate moment. instead, you say âuh, hi.â and then you giggle, looking down to your feet and then back at him. âwhat are you doing right now?â
he lets out a giggle himself, a bit more at ease now that he knows youâre not there bringing bad news. then he answers, âhonestly? nothing,â and he laughs at his own sentence.
âgood, can i come in then?â you ask, but before he could even answer youâre already explaining yourself, âitâs justâ uh, i want to talk to youâŠâ
he smiles nervously, stepping aside so you can come in. after you walk in, he guides you to his bed by your shoulder and then he lays on his side, propped on his left arm. âtell me all about it, baby.â
the nickname makes goosebumps raise all over your body, but maybe it was the fact that you had acknowledged you want this whole thing so much â maybe it was burning in you all along just waiting for an excuse to be freed. âi⊠so, i wanted toââ you stutter, growing a bit nervous.
âhey,â he grabs your hands that were in your lap. ârelax! youâre kinda freaking me out, you know?â he says, trying to lighten the mood. he could see what you wanted to say was serious but he also didnât want you to get anxious over it. âi feel like youâre gonna say you're a murderer or something.â
you can only laugh, because heâs such a fucking idiot and you love him so bad itâs kind of pathetic. âgod, thatâs such an idiotic thing to sayâŠâ you pause, looking at him playing with your bracelet mindlessly. then you realized there was no way he went for all the trouble to fuck you if he didnât have any feelings for you. it was so dumb of you to assume that in the first place. and it felt so right in that moment â almost dream-like â, you didnât want to waste it. the words left your mouth by impulse, but they all fell so naturally out of it too, it barely felt like it was the first time you were saying them, âi love you, jake.â
jake feels his whole world stop. what did you just say? he couldnât voice it out better, muttering, âwhat?â
âyepâŠâ you say comically popping the âpâ, head nodding dramatically, lips pressed in a thin line and brows furrowed in fake apprehension. because, deep down, youâre sure it was going to work out just fine. âguess thatâs worse than a murder, huh?â
jakeâs going crazy, he wasnât expecting you to ever say it like that, so easily. âdoââ he gasped, choking a bit. he was a mess by this point, his hands pulling you closer by your wrists until your face was close enough, to the point he could feel your warm breath on his nose. his voice cracking with obvious emotion, but he really couldnât care less, âdo you really?â
and your eyes water, voice faltering just as much, âof course i do, jake⊠â you press your forehead to his, eyes closing but you can feel his hands shaking where they hold you and you wanted nothing but to make him feel all of the love he made you feel.
âoh my god,â he uttered, voice completely drowned in emotion as his breath hitches and he sobs, but that doesn't stop him from keep talking, âoh my god, baby, i love you too,â he states, like it wasnât obvious by the way the tears left his eyes and stained your shirt. heâs a blabbering mess, but you love it. âi love you so much.â
and there, in between tears, smiles and sweet words, jakeâs certain that heâd do everything all over again, just to have you. and you know you found the one.
DAY 38 - Apocalypse
you wake up in your bed with a startle, out of breath and with tears blurring your vision, threatening to fall from your eyes. your heart was filled with so much love you could never possibly keep to yourself only, so look to the side to reach jake. only, he isnât there. you sit up, confusion knocks on your poor sleepy brain and you stumble out of bed. you remember very vividly you had fallen asleep with jake the night before, after you so happily declared your love for each other. as you reach for your doorknob you pause, what if it was a dream? because you remember you were in jake's room last night, not yours. were you so sleep drunk you couldnât tell if it all happened or not? you rush to open the door and walk towards jakeâs room, but he wasnât there either. so you decide to go to the kitchen, not yet ready to give up, even if your heart was squeezing like you had lost the only love you ever had known.
as you reach the kitchen you hear some noises and your body fills with excitement as you eye jakeâs broad figure â but, wait. is that a Seattle Mariners shirt?
âoh my god, jake. why are you wearing jayâs shirt?â your voice competing with your laughter, trying to imagine what would be jayâs reaction if he saw his favorite shirt in jakeâs body â his very nice, very doable body. âiâll tell jay.â
âdonât you dare, pretty,â he says, like itâs a threat â that has no effect, whatsoever â as he drops whatever he was doing to come hug you. âit isnât jayâs, he gave me this one on my birthday last year,â he gave your forehead a kiss, then the top of your head and kept going, âhow did you sleep? i put you in your room âcause mineâs closer to the kitchen and i wanted to make breakfast. did i wake you?â but you almost donât hear it, his voice being drowned since he talked while his lips were pressed to the top of your head.Â
âyou didnât wake me, love,â and the way you say it makes jakeâs heart melt. âbut i woke up crying and for some weird reason i thought yesterday was a dreamâŠâ you add, hugging him back and taking in his scent.
âi left for 15 minutes and you were already crying from missing me? thatâs cute, princess,â he laughs after speaking, moving you to sit at the counter. âwell, itâs good it wasnât a dream then, huh?â
you give an disgusted look to his little joke, but youâre smiling when you brush your lips to his, âi donât know⊠iâm starting to regret it.â
âyouâre so mean,â he replies, but heâs also smiling. he gives you a brief kiss on the lips, then one on your cheek. he looks at you for a bit and says, âi think i should make us breakfastâŠâ
you both laugh, knowing what heâs hinting at. you get off the counter and help him, being so filled with contentment and love as you watch him make a mess in the kitchen just like always,
âi love you.â
a/n: it was supposed to be all a dream in the end, bit i couldn't do it. let me know what you think<33
#enhypen#enhypen x reader#enhypen smut#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenarios#enhypen jake#jake sim#jake enhypen#sim jake#sim jaeyun#sim jake x reader#sim jake smut#sim jake fluff#sim jake x you#sim jake imagines#jake fluff#jake smut#enha smut#enha x reader#enha imagines#enha fluff#enhypen jake smut#enhypen hard thoughts#jake enhypen smut#56 days
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in eternal lines
spencerâs mindâbrilliant and boundlessâwas one of the reasons you fell for him in the first place. but when the deadlines are looming, it takes everything in you not to snap. because while youâre good at literature because you have to be, spencer's great at it because, well, heâs spencer.Â
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader (second person, no y/n)
genre: angst, comfort, fluff... i don't know anymore
content: student!reader gets kinda pissy and snappy but she has a 3000 word essay due and a fever so go easy on her. and spencer is spencer, so patient, so kind :'
word count: 5.2k
note: as a literature major this was extremely self-indulgent... i'm sorry. i love lit student reader and i hope you guys do too! also aptly titled after the one and only sonnet 18 because it was the first poem we were given read in uni <3 (reader is basing her essay on george macdonald's 'the princess and the goblin' and isaac watts' 'divine songs' if anyone is curious; but don't read too deeply into her lines about it because i submitted that essay weeks ago and it's been relinquished it from my mind oops)
a line: Youâd decided then and there that if you couldn't break the glass ceiling, you'd make a comfortable home just beneath it. Always looking up, never quite breaking through.
When in eternal lines to time thou growâst: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. - william shakespeare
You love your boyfriend. Truly, you do. After all, who else would sift through pages of Whitmanâs dense poetry with you or debate whether Rossetti was really referencing Eveâs bite of the apple in Goblin Market? Nobody else ever cared enough to try. Spencerâs mindâbrilliant and boundlessâwas one of the reasons you fell for him in the first place.
So yes, you love your boyfriend. But when deadlines are looming, and submission dates are bearing down on you, it takes everything in you not to snap. Because while Spencer can dissect poetry and prose with an ease that seems almost otherworldly, you sometimes feel the weight of comparison pressing on you. Youâre good at it tooâof course you are, you have to be. Youâre pursuing a degree in it forgodsakes. But Spencer? Heâs great at it because, well, heâs Spencer.
And while you can hold your own most days, a fair challenger when you come back from a particularly intriguing lecture too layered to dissect by yourself, there are times you feel like youâre running to keep up. Spencer will pull references from texts and obscure sources you havenât even heard of, leaving you struggling to connect the dots. And thatâs just literature. When he dives into his other passionsâyou donât even bother to compete. Instead, you resign yourself to the couch, nodding and asking questions during the rare moments you can sort of follow the thread of his thoughts.
Having an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory does have its perks. Everyone knows that.
Your friends see it too. Like today when one of them stopped by between classes to return an essay youâd been stressing over for days.
âWell, donât you look fantastic,â she teased, smirking. âGuessing those leftovers werenât as âfineâ as you thought?â
âââDonât even start,â you mutter, weakly grabbing the paper from her hands as you lean on the doorframe. You flip through the pages marked in red ink quickly with the little strength you have, eyes scanning briefly through the comments before youâre on to the next page, next page, next page. Theyâre not what youâre looking for.Â
And then you see it. There on the last page, a definite red circle around it: B+.Â
Youâd expected it of course. B+âyour ever-reliable benchmark. It's a mark of consistency you've been forced to be contented with. It wasnât horrendous. It wasnât amazing. It was fine. But youâd worked hard on this one. Youâd hoped, maybe, for something more. Youâd expected it, and yet, you donât know why you still feel a pinch of disappointment.
âHowâd you do?â you ask grimly, fighting the nausea creeping up your throat.
âSame,â she replies nonchalantly, scrolling through her phone.
You nod, trying not to dwell on the fact that sheâd seen your grade before you did.
âOh, you know itâs always the same,â she adds with a wry smile. âSolidly subpar, as per tradition.âÂ
The phrase stung a little more now than it had when youâd coined it back in your first year. Back when, after a string of middle-of-the-road grades, youâd decided then and there that if you couldn't break the glass ceiling, you'd make a comfortable home just beneath it. Always looking up, never quite breaking through.Â
âWhatever, it was only 20% anyway,â she shrugs.
âYeahâŠâ you reply weakly, though the disappointment still gnaws at you. You canât quite shake it. Maybe itâs because deep down, you know you do careâno matter how often you tell yourself youâve accepted the fate of being perpetually average. You still want, so quietly, so desperately, to be something more. Youâve always had a love for literature: the way words flow across a page, imbuing meaning into simple phrases, transforming them into art. Youâve always admired the beauty of it. But passion doesnât translate to academic brilliance, and appreciation doesnât equal A grades. Itâs a hard truth youâve come to learn.
âHow was class?â you ask, trying to steer your mind away from its current spiral. âWe still on Faerie Queene?â
âMhmm,â she hums, rolling her eyes. âKristoffâs still rambling on and on about virtue and chastity. Ha. Imagine me living in those timesâat the rate I ghost men, Iâd be a certified whore.â
âWell, actually, theyâd probably get to you first,â Spencer interrupts as he steps out of the bedroom, his tone slipping into that familiar, matter-of-fact cadence. âVirtue and chastity were considered to be absolute truths in the 16th century. A womanâs value was intrinsically tied to her perceived purity, which of course, was a reflection of her familyâs honor.âÂ
If you werenât so ill, you wouldâve laughed at her faceâeyes wide, mouth slightly open in disbelief.
âAnd then thereâs the public shaming,â he continues, leaning casually against the doorframe with his hands tucked into his pockets already miles deep into his thoughts. âIn fact, the entire allegory of Book III revolves around chastity as a cornerstone of moral virtue. Witch trials in the late 16th and 17th centuries often targeted women who were thought as sexually deviant or independent, framing their âsinsâ as some sort of evidence that they were consorting with the devilââ
He pauses, glancing between you and your friend. âSo yeah⊠considering all that, if youâd âghostedâ a few men back then, they probably wouldâve gone straight to accusations of witchcraft or worse.â
Your friend stares at him, â...Right. Good to know,â she says, blinking slowly.
âBut you know, Edmund Spenser intended The Faerie Queene to be a moral guide for young men,â he adds as an afterthought, realizing heâs just indirectly affirmed your friendâs self-deprecating joke. Spencer shifts awkwardly but canât help himself by continuing, âIt was meant to instil chivalric virtues to shape a model English gentleman. So technically, your interpretation is, um, modern at best.â
Her expressionâequal parts baffled, impressed, maybe even a little scaredâalmost makes you forget how sick you feel.
âSoâŠâ she says after a pause, âIâm guessing youâre Spencer?â
âI am,â he replies simply.
âWell,â she says, drawing the word out, âItâs nice to finally put a face to the name.âÂ
Spencer offers a smile, âLikewise.âÂ
âAnyway⊠Iâm off.â She slings her bag over her shoulder, âEssayâs not gonna write itself. This oneâs 30% by the way. God, I hate Kristoff but Burtonâs a close second for sure.â
You wince at the reminder, the weight of your unfinished work pressing on you. The brief called for at least three secondary sources, and youâve barely scratched the surface.
âFeel better soon, sweetie,â she says, offering you a sympathetic look. You manage a weak smile in return.
âBye Spencer,â she says, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. âTake care of her for me, will ya?â
âWill do,â he says curtly, giving a small wave as you close the door behind her.
A moment later, your phone buzzes. Heâs cute, her text reads. Another follows immediately: And basically a walking Wikipedia.
You start typing a response, but another text pops up before you can send it: Donât dog on us for using ChatGPT now. You huff and click your phone off instead, tossing it aside.Â
Therein lies another source of stress. Spencer is always happy to help you untangle a difficult text or interpret a dense poem, but he draws the line when it comes to your academic work. He never interferes directly. Youâve seen it yourselfâThe first time you handed him your laptop to review an essay, heâd made his comments verbally, pointing at sections on the screen while explaining his critiques in detail, but never actually touching the keyboard. Youâd brought it up during an argument once, after a particularly crushing grade. Your frustration had spilled over: Youâre smarter. You type faster. Why canât you just fix it? But Spencer had only responded with something about âacademic integrityâ and the importance of maintaining the âcode of conduct.â The conversation ended there, and after that, you stopped asking.Â
Even yesterday, when you managed to scrape together 300 words for a draft, youâd handed your laptop to him, and again, he was careful to keep his boundaries. Too drained to make edits in real-time, youâd expectedâmaybe hopedâthat he might step in more directly. Instead, Spencer quietly switched the document to âsuggestingâ mode, marking up your draft with precise yet detached annotations, never infiltrating or overstepping your own words. Spencer Reid is and always will be a stickler for rules. You try to hold yourself to the same standard. You steer clear of AI, no matter how tempting it might be. You know better. Well, that and because Spencer would never let it slide.Â
But now itâs late and the thought of letting some website churn out polished, perfectly phrased sentences for you in seconds has never felt more tempting. The nausea has faded, leaving behind a fever in its place. Spencerâs in the living room, reading. Youâd banished him to the couchâeven the faint sound of pages turning, not to mention the speed at which he reads, was enough to derail your already fragile train of thought. Youâd felt bad of course; heâd made soup for you earlier, fed it to you and everything. But with this essay worth 30% of your grade and your 300 words barely scratching the surface of the 3,000-word requirement, you donât have it in you to be oh-so-sweet and ever-so-grateful. Not right now. Youâve nailed down the introductionâa quick overview of historical context, a sweeping statement on the authorsâ intents. But now, the real challenge looms: The thesis. And youâre utterly stuck.
This essay argues thatâŠÂ thatâŠ
You groan in frustration, flopping back against the pillows. So much for childrenâs literature. Youâd chosen this class thinking itâd be an easy rideâfairy tales and picture books, how hard could it be? Yet here you are, being tasked with dissecting the significance of form and language. Now, the simple language and pretty pictures are anything but your friend, doing nothing to help further your argument. Your head throbs, your mouth feels like sandpaper, and the brilliant points youâd thought of in last weekâs class are nowhere to be found, lost in the haziness of your mind. With a defeated sigh, you peel back the sheets and shuffle out of the bedroom, laptop in hand, every joint aching in protest. Spencer looks up from his book as the rustle of sheets catches his attention. His heart aches slightly when he sees you in the doorway, clutching your laptop and looking every bit as pitiful as you feel. He sets his book to the side.Â
âHowâs it going, honey?â he asks sympathetically, even though he already knows the answer from the state of you.Â
âItâs barely going,â you admit with a yawn, tears prickling at your eyes from the force of it. They only add to your overall air of defeat as you cross the room and crawl into his lap, laptop balanced precariously on the armrest. âBrainâs foggy, canât think straight,â you murmur in incomplete sentences.Â
âFinalized your thesis yet?â he asks again, his voice gentle but patient. You shake your head, sinking deeper into his chestâItâs a silent surrender, as if giving in to the exhaustion and frustration thatâs been building up. Spencer notices, brushing your hair gently away from your face, his hand cool against your hot skin. He presses the back of his hand to your forehead. âYouâre burning up, hon,â he says softly, voice full of concern. âWhy donât we get you to bed, take a break for tonight, hm? You can work on this tomorrow.â
Tomorrow. The thought of putting everything off feels like both a relief and a burden. The idea of sleep has never seemed more appealing. But then, the thought of letting this drag on for another dayâof pushing the finish line even further out of your reach fills you with dread. But you know youâre not in any state to be working on anything right now, let alone something worth 30% of your final grade. You know that you canât focus, not when your body feels like itâs ready to give up and when your mind can barely hold onto a coherent thought. âTomorrow, okay?â Spencer prompts again, calm and gentle. You know heâs right, so, despite the gnawing anxiety in the back of your mind, you nod. âOkay.âÂ
Spencer doesnât push, just gives you a small, reassuring smile as he stands. Every movement feels like a chore as he guides you back to bed but the warmth of the blankets and the prospect of rest is more than enough motivation. He tucks you in, his touch comforting and steady. You feel like a weight has been lifted, albeit temporarily. Either way, itâs enough for now. You close your eyes, the thought of picking up where you left off tomorrow seeming almost bearable.Â
You wake to the sunlight filtering through the curtains. It takes a moment for your brain to adjust to the new day, the stress of yesterday not entirely gone. But as you sit up, stretching slowly, mind less hazy and joints less achy, you feel a renewed determination, a flicker of focus that was nowhere to be found last night. Your mind is still whirling with fragments of ideas, half-formed arguments, and theoretical connections when Spencer strolls in with a cup of something warm for you.
âTea.â he announces, handing it to you with a small, triumphant smile. âDecaffeinated.â
You frown, rubbing sleep from your eyes. âNeed coffee.â
âStudies say caffeinated beverages stimulate the colon,â he counters matter-of-factly.
âEww,â you groan, wrinkling your nose at him. âWhyâd you have to say it like that?âÂ
âExactly like that,â he replies without missing a beat, his tone precise and measured. âYouâve just recovered, and everyone knows caffeine is a gastrointestinal irritant.â
You huff, taking the mug from him. âFine, but if I donât finish this essay, itâs on you.â Spencer raises an eyebrow, completely unbothered by your protest. âSomehow, I think youâll survive.â
You grumble under your breath but take a tentative sip of the tea anyway. Itâs not what you wanted, but you canât deny that heâs probably rightâhe usually is. The warmth seeps through the mug into your hands, grounding you just enough to pull your laptop over from the bedside table. Its practically empty screen blinks back up at you, as though itâs been waiting patiently all night. Hi again. Still here. Still empty.Â
Spencer takes a peek at your screen and you canât help but glare half-heartedly at the mug in his hands. Of course, itâs coffee. Heâd get to enjoy caffeine while insisting you couldnât. Typical.
âSo, I was thinkingâŠâ you start, deciding to let the injustice slide for now as you scroll through your document.
âHmm?â He looks up, his gaze meeting yours over the rim of his cup.
âWhat if I say that MacDonaldâs pedagogy was more effective for children because Wattsâs text was too directive. That works, right?â You look up, scanning his face for some form of agreement.
âThatâs hardly arguable honey,â his words land softly, but you still feel your shoulders sag. âItâs an observation.â
"Butâlook at the words they use! It's so different. Here, look at the tone," you insist, nudging your laptop toward him. "There has to be something to be said about that, right?"
Spencer leans in, glancing at your screen before looking back at you. His expression is calm, composed, and maddeningly reasonable. "Wattsâs text was meant to be read as a textbook. Of course itâs directive. You know that."Â
Do you? You think you don't know much at this point. You donât know what you know, and you donât know what you donât know. You groan, dragging your hands down your face as if you could physically scrape the frustration away. Darn you, Isaac Watts. Darn you, pedagogical learning. Darn you, whoever had the audacity to name this course a simple exploration into the history of childrenâs literature.Â
Before you can wallow further, Spencer slides your laptop away. âHow about we brush our teeth before crying over educational theories for children in the 18th century?â he suggests, his voice light. You sigh dramatically, dragging yourself to your feet like itâs some Herculean effort. When you shuffle back from the bathroom, hair slightly damp from washing your face, Spencer has taken over your spot on the bed, laptop resting on his legs as he scrolls through some article. He glances up when you flop down beside him with an exaggerated sigh.
"Feel better?" he asks, the faintest trace of a smirk on his lips.
"Not at all," you grumble. You donât let him know that the brief pause in frustration has given your head just enough space to try again.Â
Itâs been hours, but youâve finally narrowed down your thesis. Itâs not amazingâfar from itâbut itâs something. Itâs arguable, at least. Spencerâs been relegated back to the living room, his presence a vague hum in the background as you attempt to focus. Youâd claimed you worked better in bed, though Spencerâs tried (and failed) to prove with statistics and studies that itâs just a placebo effect, a lie your brain insists on believing.
But right now, none of that matters. You have a thesis and on that note, an essay to begin. Or, at least, the faintest glimmer of one. And thatâs when you hit a wall. Again. You sit cross-legged, laptop perched on your knees as you stare at the cursor, blinking like it knows youâre stuck. You wish it would stop judging you. You drag yourselfâand your laptop thats become an extension of your body at this pointâinto the living room like a child seeking comfort. Spencer barely looks up from his article when you slump into the couch next to him.
âWhat about this?â You straighten your back, determined to sound confident this time, even if you're not sure where you're going with it. âWhat if I say that MacDonaldâs use of fantasy is critical because it creates like, an emotional bridge and that makes it more effective for moral teaching andââ
Spencer doesnât even look up from his article, his voice calm and measured. âWell, yes. But thatâs kind of a subpoint, honey.â
You stiffen, irritation rising like bile in your throat. âItâs not a subpoint. Itâs a point.â
He shifts in his seat, eyes flicking up, finally meeting yours. His tone isnât dismissive, but it might as well be. âHow is that significant? What does it build toward?â
You grit your teeth. âUgh, you sound like Kristoff.â You mutter, more to yourself than to him. You know itâs not fair to snap, but your patience is paper thin. You can feel the fever creeping back into your skin, and youâre not sure if it's the heat or the mounting pressure, but suddenly everything feels like a little too much.Â
âFine,â you say, swallowing your frustration, trying again. âWhat if I say that MacDonaldâs narrative style is more progressive because it like, engages the readerâs emotions directly? And thatâs why Wattsâ text feels scarier?â
Spencer pauses. For a moment, you think youâve finally hit something solid, his eyes narrowing just enough to show heâs intrigued. âAnd how are you planning to argue that?â
âWell, um⊠umâI⊠I donât know!â You exhale sharply, throwing your hands up in exasperation. You sink back against the cushions, frustration seeping into your bones. âSomething about how MacDonaldâs vibe is all nice and charming while Watts is all like, âlearn this or elseâ.Â
âSure I guessâŠâ Spencer acknowledges, nodding slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. âBut youâll need more than vibes and a strong dislike of Watts to support it sweetheart.â
âGee, thanks,â you say bitterly, rolling your eyes.
He chuckles softly, a sound thatâs too calm, too collected, and somehow that makes it worse. Heâs not wrong, but youâre still pissed off. You take a breath, steeling yourself for the next round of dissection. âOkay, then what if I say that MacDonald lets kids think for themselves, and Watts... doesnât. Because of his moral authority and intellectual agency and whatever.â
Spencerâs eyebrows rise, just a fraction, but itâs enough. You feel a flicker of somethingârelief, maybe? Itâs hard to say. His voice has shifted, just slightly, less detached now, more engaged. âYou can build on that.â
âReally?â you ask, suddenly more hopeful than youâd like to admit.
âReally,â he confirms, leaning back in his chair. But then he tilts his head and furrows his brows in a way that makes you want to throw your laptop at him. âBut youâll need to define those terms and back it up with examples. Otherwise, itâs just a claim.â Of course.Â
âGod, youâre making this so much harder than it needs to be!â you snap, the irritation rising in your throat. âI get it, okay? I need examples. But youâre not even letting me work out a point before you just, I donât know, shit all over it.â Spencerâs eyes widen, and for a second, you almost feel bad for snapping at him.Â
âIâm just trying to help,â he says gently, but there's something in the way he says itâjust a little too patientâthat makes you bristle. You hate how right he always is, how calm he always looks, how much care he always has in his eyes even when youâre acting out.Â
âYouâre trying to help?â you repeat incredulously, shaking your head. âYouâre poking holes in everything!â Even in your feverish haze, you know youâre being cruelâbut you just canât help it. All you can think about is how everything is slipping away, how your thoughts wonât line up, how your head is starting to hurt again. Youâre not even sure if youâre angry at him anymore, or just angry at everything else.Â
Spencer doesnât answer right away. He glances at your screen again, a mess of quotes and bulletpoints. âI just want to make sure itâs solid, honey,â he says finally, his tone softer.
You scoff. âYeah, well, you tore apart whatever solid lead I thought I had after two hours of work in just about five minutes, so thanks for that,â words tumbling out before you can stop them. Spencerâs silence hangs heavy in the air, and for a moment, neither of you speak. âJust⊠just let me get through this.âÂ
Spencer sits there for a moment, just enough for you to feel the weight of the tension shift in the room. âIâm not saying you canât get through it. I just want you to get through it right,â he says carefully, his voice quiet but insistent. âThatâs all.â Thereâs no judgment in his voice, just care.
But the heat, the fever, itâs all swirling inside you, and you canât hold it together much longer. âOf course you areâŠâ you mutter bitterly, already regretting everything youâve said. It feels like every step forward just leads you straight into another wall, and youâre just too tired to keep going. Itâs not that you want to push him away or that you donât appreciate his help. Youâre just too irritable, too exhausted. You just want the whole damn essay to be doneâand you wish you didnât need his help to make it happen. You want to yell, to throw something, to demand that the world stop spinning long enough for you to catch your breath. But all that comes out is a hollow, defeated sigh.Â
You feel like you're drowning and you donât want to drag him under with you. âIâm justâŠâ You stop yourself, swallowing hard, trying to gather whatever little strength you have left. âIâm just so tired.âÂ
Spencer looks at you, eyes full of concern, but it doesnât help. You donât want sympathy. You want to be betterâto be able handle all of this. You want to be able to write this damn essay on goddamn childrenâs books without falling apart. And it doesnât help that youâre falling apart in front of Spencer. The same Spencer who can recite verses from Paradise Lost at the drop of a hat. Youâd almost burst into tears the last time he did it after it had taken you an entire week just to decipher and analyze a single chapter with any real confidence. You canât help but feel that pang of inadequacy every time he breezes through something youâve struggled with, even if he doesnât mean to make it look so effortless. You hate yourself for it. You canât find a way to shake the feeling that youâre not doing enough, not good enough. Not for yourself, not for him. You feel the sting of it, itâs pressing on your chest, suffocating.
âI just⊠just feel like I canât keep up with any of it.â You donât say it with any anger, just exhaustion. Itâs not even directed at him anymoreâitâs just the fact that you feel so stuck, so far behind where you should be, where you so badly want to be. âLike I canât keep up with you.âÂ
Oh. Spencer feels his heart sink. Heâs always prided himself on being able to read people. He shouldâve known better. Heâd been so focused on helping, so intent on pushing you to reach the level he knows youâre capable of, the level he knows you want to be atâeven if you keep telling yourself you donât. The fever, the deadlines, the constant pushingâhe shouldâve known that it was all too much.Â
âYou donât have to keep up with me honey, Iâm right here with you,â he says, trying to get you to look up at him. You canât meet his gaze. You feel guilty for snapping, for letting the frustration slip out, but youâre not rational enough right now to pull yourself out from this spiral of self-pity. Itâs easier to stay here, in the anger, the frustration, than to face the embarrassment of it all.Â
âIâm sorry,â he says quietly, his voice tinged with regret. âI didnât mean to make things harder for you.â Spencer takes your hand, cautiously, testing the waters. He knows you donât exactly want to be touched right now. He knows it makes you feel coddled. He pauses, waiting for your reaction. When you donât push him away, he gains the confidence to cradle your face gently. You donât resist, your tired eyes meeting his, heavy with sadness and Spencer thinks he can actually feel his heart break.
âYouâre doing just fine sweetheart. Youâre not falling behind. Youâre just stressed. And sick.â He knows youâre feeling fragile, like any comfort might smother you so he threads forward lightly. âThis essay? Youâll get it done. I promise.â It sounds right, and yet it doesnât really help. It doesnât stop the doubt thatâs eating at you, the sense that youâre just not measuring up to everything you want to be. You feel like youâre barely treading water, no matter how hard you swim, the shore never gets any closer. But for now, Spencerâs words are enough to quiet the panicâa buoy in your sea of sadness threatening to pull you under. You cling to it, knowing youâll have to start swimming again soon. But for this moment, you allow yourself to stop. A beat. A pause. A breathâJust for now.
Itâs only the next day that you manage to get the words on the page, not in any smooth, brilliant way, but theyâre there. The sentences form, sometimes haltingly, sometimes with more confidence, until the essay is painfully but finally done. Not perfect, but itâs done. Relief washes over you, even as exhaustion lingers.Â
The moment you hear the front door open, you practically leap up, laptop in hand, meeting Spencer before he can even take his shoes off. He raises an eyebrow, setting his bag down as you both settle onto the couch. Without a word, you hand over the laptop, nerves bubbling beneath the surface. You wait with bated breath as he begins to scroll, your laborious effort displayed in black and white. The sound of the touchpad clicking feels louder than it should in the quiet room. He asks a few questions, here and thereâclarifications, mostly. Questions you answer with ease, surprising even yourself with the confidence in your responses. He nods along, his expression thoughtful, but not critical. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Spencer looks up, eyes bright, a proud smile on his face. âIt looks great, honey. You did a really good job.âÂ
You canât help the grin that spreads across your face at his praise. âReally?â Spencer leans in, cupping your cheek gently, and presses a soft kiss to your lips. âReally.â When he pulls back, his forehead rests lightly against yours for a moment, his hand still cradling your cheek. âYou worked so hard on this,â he murmurs. âSo proud of you.â
Your chest tightens, but in a good way, and you canât stop yourself from leaning forward to kiss him again, this time slower, savoring the comfort he always seems to bring. He pulls away just enough to smirk. âNow, can I have my bedroom back, or should I just start setting up camp on the couch?â You laugh, rolling your eyes, but itâs full of affection. âDonât even start.â Spencer chuckles, his arm slipping around your waist as he pulls you closer, the tension of yesterday long forgotten.
When you inevitably get your paper back, you flip through the pages, one after the other, looking for the feedback, waiting for the corrections, the marks that tell you where you went wrong.
Next page. Next page. Next page.
And then, there it is. On the last page, in a definitive red circle, unmistakable: A.
Itâs an A.Â
A goddamn A.
It doesnât feel like a one-time fluke, not exactly, but you canât shake the thought that this might be the only time you break through the glass ceiling youâve spent so long looking up at. And who knows, maybe youâll never push past it again but for now, you allow yourself to relish in this singular moment of triumph. Itâs enough. Itâs more than enough.Â
Because now you know that the other side is real, and that you can get there. But Spencer, the genius, the enigma, whoâs always been a step ahead of everyone in everything academic, has always known.
And while everyone knows that an A in an essay thatâs only a partial percentage of your overall grade isnât anything compared to what heâs achieved, nothing compared to the academic milestones heâs already crossedâStill, heâs here, celebrating with you. You can see it in his eyes, even if he knows youâre not one to make a big deal of these kinds of things. His quiet joy is evident in the way he grins that little grin of his, the one thatâs only for you.Â
And so, in summary, in essence, in all the words and ways you could possibly use to phrase a conclusionâYou love your boyfriend. Truly, you do. After all, who else would read through your entire syllabus for the semester (frustratingly quickly) just because he knows you understand better when you can talk things out? Who else would patiently stick around when youâre exhausted, irritable, and buried in deadlines? Nobody else ever cared enough to try. Spencerâs mindâthough brilliant and boundlessâisnât the only reason why you fell for him.Â
Because when the world feels too heavy, when the never ending lines of poetry and prose become too difficult to untangle by yourself, Spencerâs there reminding youâever so gently, ever so steadilyâthat you can make it through, one word at a time.
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President of the AV club
Seungmin x female reader
Warnings: 18+ ONLY! MDNI! Strong language/swearing, S2L, professor reader/college student Seungmin (they're close in age), biting/marking, protected piv sex, oral (m & f), deep throating/face fucking (very little), pet names (pretty, beautiful, Seungmin calls reader professor), semi public sex (in an empty classroom), big dick Seungmin, tit fucking (Seungmin is borderline obsessed with your boobs), spit play (a little), cum shot, cum eating (very little).
Word count: 8.9k
You were having the worst case of the Mondays ever! It started when you realized you had shrunk your favorite suit. Then when you checked your laundry, you realized it was the only suit you had that was actually clean and dry at that moment, so you HAD to wear it. It fit-ish but was almost uncomfortably tight on you, especially the skirt which was already form fitting to begin with. After that your car service didnât show up and you had to take the bus, which you missed, so you were running behind and late for work, which you were sure your boss would have something to say about. Â
When you finally did get to work sure enough, you ran into the head of your department who admonished you for your tardiness. Afterwords you hurried to the teacherâs lounge area to get your morning coffee. When you grabbed your mug to go you burnt your hand and managed to spill that hot coffee all over the incredibly snug suit jacket you had on.Â
Sure, you burned yourself but that was the least of your problems. If you took off the stained jacket it would leave you in a pretty shear white blouse. You were an art history professor at a prestigious college. It was very conservative, you needed to dress and look a certain way and the top was way more see through than you had initially realized. The coffee stain on the cream-colored blazer was unsightly, not to mention it was very uncomfortable. You decided you would wear it out but once you got to your class, youâd take the jacket off. Â
Luckily today you were going to be showing slides in class so youâd be at the back of the room behind the students in the dark. You hoped whatever god was listening would let up and let you get through the day without anyone noticing your lace bra showing through your shirt or anything else fucking up. It was as if the godâs heard your plea and took your criticism personally. Now, because you had even dared to think it, that was in no way, under any circumstances, allowed to happen for you. Â
You did manage to get to your class room without being stabbed or getting struck by lightning though. You walked in and tossed your now, completely, ruined jacket aside then started setting up for the day. You laid out work packets on the desks, wrote any pertinent notes on the board to be copied down, and turned on the slide projector to get it ready... and turned on the slide projector to get it ready... and turned ON- Â
âWhat the fuck!â You cursed to yourself out loud. This wasnât happening to you right now. The contraption you used to show your slides was ancient but it usually worked for you without much of a hassle. You spent thirty infuriating minutes trying every trick you knew to fix it before you got frustrated and gave up.Â
Fuck it, you would just call IT to come fix it. It could be their problem. After another thirty minutes you finally got through to someone on the phone. The gruff man you spoke with told you technically those projectors arenât an IT issue but they did have a guy they could call that could probably fix it. It would be a while before he could get there though. Â
You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed, fighting off the headache that was forming. Just great. Youâd have to cancel morning classes last minute and wait around. There went your morning. You told the man if he could make the call you would be grateful and thanked him for his help. Once you were off the phone you sent out the email to your students saying both morning classes were cancelled and that afternoon classes were pending. Â
The department head would be pissed if you cancelled all your classes for the day without advanced notice, regardless of whatever technical difficulties you may be having. So you hoped the guy showed up and got it fixed in time for your afternoon classes, for the sake of your own sanity. You sat down at your desk and put in your ear buds. You pulled up Spotify and turned on one of your classical playlists to listen to while you graded papers and outlined lesson plans, ready to wait god knows how long for this IT guy to show up.Â
After about an hour you managed to stop looking at the clock every five minutes and got lost in your work. Before you knew it another hour had passed and you wondered if the grumpy guy you spoke to even called the other guy. You debated calling again to make sure but he did tell you it would be a while. So, not wanting to be a nuisance, you turned your music back up and continued working. Â
You had just gotten completely sucked into your work again when you felt someone gently tap your shoulder. You jumped and screamed as your hand flew to your chest, covering your racing heart. You looked over and you saw a really cute guy, probably around your age, holding up his hands in surrender. He looked like the type of guy that wrote love poems on a typewriter and collected classic novels and vinyl records.Â
He had on a pair of worn-down loafers, brown corduroys, and had layered a blue bowling shirt and a vintage looking patterned sweater over a loose white t-shirt. He had on a big pair of wire frame glasses that were slightly tinted yellow, probably to block blue light you assumed. They didnât block his pretty brown eyes though or cover up how beautiful he was. When you finally made eye contact his kind brown eyes were big and apologetic. You took out your ear buds.Â
âIâm so sorry I didnât mean to startle you miss. I knocked and said hello but you didnât hear me I guess.â He pointed at the ear buds in your hands.Â
âOh no itâs fine. Morning classes have been cancelled. How can I help you?â You smiled warmly at him. He liked it. You were an extremely beautiful woman, he thought you had the prettiest smile and when he looked down he just happened to notice how sheer your shirt was. He did he couldnât help but think that heâd like to see more of you. He reigned his thoughts in and managed to smile back at you.Â
âOh, no, Iâm not in your class. Iâm here to help you I think actually.â You were glad to hear he wasnât one of your students because there sure were a few things you would let him help you with. He wasnât a gym bro or flashy or cocky like the other assholes that typically gravitated towards you. Â
He had a thin frame and was beautiful in a kind of mysterious way. He seemed to have a confidence about him that didnât come across as arrogance and he spoke politely. âYeah he could definitely get itâ you thought to yourself. After a second the cogs started moving in your head again and you realized who he was.Â
âOh you must be the guy from IT!â He smiled, flashing teeth that were so perfect you wondered if heâd had braces as a kid and extended his hand to shake yours.Â
âIâm Kim Seungmin and you're Mrs. y/l/n is that right?â You nodded.Â
âWell... not Mrs, professor, but please just call me y/n.â He smiled brightly at you again, his pretty eyes scrunching up, very happy to hear you werenât married. He wondered if you had a boyfriend. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.Â
âOkay. Y/n. Well y/n... Iâm technically not a part of IT. Iâm actually just the president of the schools AV club. None of the IT guys know how to work on these old projectors though and they know I nerd out on old tech like that so they always end up calling me when one goes on the fritz. Iâm really sorry to have kept you waiting so long. I had a class that I couldnât miss and it was on the other side of campus...â Your heart sank a little when you realized he might not be your student but he was a student at the college. Of course he was! With the way your day was going, of course he was. Student and faculty fraternizing was STRICKTLY prohibited and was grounds for immediate suspension pending a school board hearing for formal termination.Â
âAnyway, I hope I didnât waste too much of your morning.â He wasnât just pretty he was also incredibly nice. You tried shifting your thoughts away from how disappointed you were that a nice, cute guy like him was off limits to you.Â
âOh no! Itâs okay, really. Youâre using your personal time to help so I appreciate it. I mean I had to cancel my morning classes but I was able to catch up on some work while I waited so itâs not a big deal. Iâm just hoping you can get it fixed in time for afternoon classes so my boss doesnât flip his top.â He nodded then scanned the room until he spotted the projector at the back of the class. He pointed at it.Â
âThis is the one yea?â He started walking up the steps towards the projector and you stood to follow. He crouched down and started tinkering with it, opening the side, pulling out pieces, troubleshooting the issue.Â
âYea thatâs it. I tried all the things I usually do when it gives me fits and the fucking thing just wonât work.â It wasnât until Seungmin looked up at you surprised, laughing loudly that you realized what you had said. It just slipped out when you remembered your earlier frustration with the contraption.Â
âOh shit!â You slapped your hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. You moved your hand away from your face a little, embarrassed.Â
âI mean whoops! Iâm so sorry I shouldnât have said that. It wasnât appropriate.â Seungmin shook his head, still snickering a little at you for blushing because you said a swear word.Â
âIâm a big boy professor, youâre allowed to cuss in front of me.â  That sentence shouldnât have made you want to press your thighs together but the way the words left his lips made your knees a little weak. âSTUDENT!â You yelled at yourself. âHeâs a student!âÂ
Seungmin went back to figuring out what the issue with your projector was and you hovered as if you could do anything to help. He pulled a little canvas tool pouch from his back pocket and unrolled it, grabbing a surprisingly small screw driver to adjust something on one of the pieces he had removed to see if it helped.Â
Seungmin glanced up at you watching him a moment and when he did, he noticed the light coming from behind you made it so he could see right through your shirt. Heâd noticed before was pretty sheer but now, with the light, he could see your pretty lace bra perfectly through your shirt. Â
He felt his dick start twitching to life in his pants and fumbled the canvas pouch on his lap, dropping and scattering his tools on the floor. He started gathering them back up and hoped you didnât notice how red his ears were turning. Even though it was difficult in your extra tight skirt you crouched down and started to help him pick up the tools. Seungmin watched the curve of your full ass when you bent down. Then quickly looked away and continued picking up his tools.Â
âOh you don-â Seungmin choked on his words when he looked up again. The way you were leaned over now, grabbing tools from the floor, he could see right down your blouse. He could see the curve of your collar bones, the way your full breasts spilled from the top of your bra. He could see the valley between them and couldnât help but imagine how soft that skin was and how good it would feel on his cock as he fucked your big tits.Â
âSeungmin?â When Seungmin heard your sweet voice say his name he snapped out of it and saw that you were holding the tools you had picked up out for him to take.Â
âOH! You really didnât... I mean I could have gotten... I mean... uh... thank you.â You smiled at him again, that pretty fucking smile. Seungmin cleared his throat grabbing the tools and turned his attention back to the broken projector. Â
You leaned over him watching again, trying to see what he did so the next time it happened you knew how to fix it yourself. When you got in closer Seungmin could smell your perfume and his dick, which had only been a minor issue before was becoming a BIGGER one but before he could panic about it, he thought he noticed something odd with a part of the projector he hadnât removed.Â
âOh!â Seungmin took a little pen light from his shirt pocket and shined it into the opening, confirming what he thought he had seen.Â
âYep thatâs the problem right there!â You leaned in even closer than you were before and when Seungmin turned his head he was caught off guard by your proximity and how close your face was to his. He couldnât help but notice how pouty your lips were.Â
âWhat?â You asked as you leaned in even closer, a few strands of hair falling into your face as you tried to see what he saw. He wanted to push the stray hairs away and kiss you. What would you do if he did.Â
âI canât see it.â Seungmin snapped out of it and shook the thought from his head, turning his attention back to the machine. He shined the light into the open side of the projector for you and took his little screw driver pointing at the part inside.Â
âSee this.â He glanced over at you again to see if you could see. You cutely scrunched your face and looked closer. You did see it.Â
âMhmm.â You hummed and slightly nodded as you zeroed in on the part he was pointing at.Â
âSee that jagged piece?â You nodded, mhmm-ing again, focused on what Seungmin was teaching you about the machine in front of you while he struggled to take his eyes off you.Â
âWell, thatâs not supposed to be jagged like that. There was a piece there thatâs broken off, itâs probably in the bottom of it somewhere. This thing is from the 80âs so after a lot of wear and tear parts like these just break for no real reason.â You sighed heavily and sat up straight. You didnât realize how closely you had leaned into Seungminâs space as you were looking at the projector and bumped into him when you did. He lost his balance being in his crouching position and fell back on his ass.Â
âOh my god! Iâm so sorry!â He laughed and held up his hand signaling to you that it was okay.Â
âIâm fine, no harm done. Really! Iâve taken worse spills after a drunken night with my buddies.â You extended your hand to help him up. He accepted your hand but didnât actually allow you to pull him up. Once he was standing in front of you again your eyes locked and it was like time froze. He was so beautiful. You were absolutely stunning. Your hands lingered as you stood there. Seungmin ran his thumb over the back of your hand and then you remembered where you were. Â
You had to keep it together, âhe is a studentâ you reminded yourself again. âYou will lose your job!â You quickly pulled your hand away taking a step back to create a little space between the two of you. His musky cologne was making your head feel swimmy. Â
You started stammering, trying to get the thoughts in your head to come out as words that an educated woman, such as yourself, would put together. You directed your attention back to the projector, hoping if you werenât looking into those gorgeous brown eyes you would be able to form words.Â
âS-s-so... um... you can fix it?â When you pulled away like you did Seungmin hoped he hadnât made you uncomfortable touching your hand like that. He wasnât even thinking when he did it. He cleared his throat finding it a bit difficult to speak himself.Â
âOh! Uh... well... yea I can fix it...â You were about to rejoice that at least one thing in your shitty day, no matter how minute, was about to go right until Seungmin finished his thought.Â
âBut...â Your shoulders immediately slumped.Â
âBut?â Seungmin knew this wasnât going to be news that pleased you and he wished he could give you good news so he could see your pretty smile come back.Â
âBut, itâs a part Iâll have to order from a specialty shop. Itâll probably take a couple days to get here.â You wrapped one of your arms around your midsection and pressed your fingers into your eyes, sighing deeply. Your headache from before was making a reappearance. Â
âIâm going to have to cancel all my classes for today. Damn it! The department head is gonna chew my ass out.â You were so upset you didnât even care that you just cussed in front of Seungmin again. He tried to be reassuring. Â
âWell as soon the part shows up I can come fix it for you right away. Iâm sorry I know that doesnât really help you with classes today.â You looked at him and gave him a weak smile, not like the one heâd hoped to put on your face at all. He felt bad.Â
âThanks Seungmin, you did what you could. I appreciate you wasting your free time to try and help.â You walked back down by your desk feeling defeated by the day and it was barely lunch. Seungmin followed you down and stood behind you, putting a hand on your shoulder and gently squeezing, trying to comfort you.Â
âYou didnât waste my time. It was no problem at all y/n. Really. Maybe I could talk to your department head and explain...â You shook your head.Â
âNo itâs fine, Iâll deal with him. Itâs just...â You were over this day. You could feel your resolve begin to crumble. You covered your face and took a deep breath, willing yourself not to cry right here in front of a stranger, a student. No matter how kind he had been.Â
âThis day has just been the worst from the start.â Your last words came out a little choked and you could no longer fight off the tears that welled in your eyes. Your bottom lip started trembling and Seungmin heard the quiver in your voice as you started to cry. Â
He gripped your shoulder making you turn and face him. Your hand was still blocking your face. He gently grabbed your wrist and pull it away. When he saw the tears quietly streaking your beautiful face he wished so badly that he could help. He would do anything in his power so you didnât cry.Â
âOH! OH! Hey! Nonono! Y/n don't cry...â He didnât hesitate to pull you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you tightly. Itâs the only thing he could think to do. As soon as you were in his arms you broke down. You threw your arms around his neck, buried your face in his shoulder and just let it all out. All the frustrations from the day just came pouring out of you. You rested your head against Seungminâs chest, surrounded by his warmth, breathing him in, holding tightly as you continued to cry.Â
âItâll be okay, itâs okay, alright? Weâll figure it out.â He rubbed his hands back and forth across your back trying to soothe you. After a moment you seemed to start to calm down a little. Your head was still rested on Seungminâs chest so he couldnât see your face to know for sure if you had stopped crying. So he just held you, listening to your little gasps and sniffles as you tried to get a hold of yourself completely.Â
Once you got it together you realized how you were clinging to Seungmin. He had you wrapped in his arms as he slightly swayed. You lifted your head, not looking at him, embarrassed for crying like you had. You wiped at your nose and tried to put a little space between you and Seungmin but he wouldnât let you take much.Â
âIâm so sorry! I... I donât know what came over me... I...â Seungmin tilted his head down a bit making you look him in the eyes. When your eyes locked, for the second time that day, you felt a sense of calm wash over you and everything seemed to stand still again. Â
âHey itâs okay, donât be sorry.â Seungminâs hand gently cupped your face and he wiped a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. You couldnât help closing your eyes and leaning into the warmth of his hand. It was suddenly just the two of you floating in nothingness, everything else had fallen away. Â
Seungminâs eyes scanned over your tear-stained face and the thought heâd had before about kissing you returned. He leaned in closer. He knew he shouldnât but he couldnât stop himself. He leaned down the rest of the way and kissed you. Â
Your lips were salty from your tears and that broke Seungminâs heart. When you didnât pull away he moved his lips against yours with more purpose. He tried to deepen the kiss further and your heart started racing, a fresh surge of adrenaline setting alarm bells off in your head. When you realized what you were doing you quickly broke the kiss and pushed Seungmin back a little, successfully putting space between you this time.Â
âWaitwaitwait! We canât do this Seungmin.â Seungmin didnât want to hear that. He wanted you in his arms again. He wanted his lips pressed against your soft lips again. He tried to pull you close but you wouldnât allow him. He shook his head not understanding.Â
âWhy not? Why canât we? Weâre both adults. We can kiss who we like... and I like you.â Your heart fluttered when he said that and he pulled you towards him again. This time you didnât fight it and let him. He leaned in to kiss you again and you pressed the tips of your fingers against his lips stopping himÂ
âI could lose my job Seungmin. I like you too, but adults or not, teachers arenât supposed to get romantically involved with the students. Itâs in our contract.â You explained the gravity of the situation plainly but you still didnât try to escape his embrace again either.Â
âWhy do they need to know? We donât have to tell them a damn thing. It's not like we have to formally announce a courtship. Itâs as easy as you like me and I like you, so we keep it between me and you. Besides I graduate in a couple months. Is there anything in your contract about not dating alumni?â You were surprised to hear him use that word.Â
âDating?â You asked and Seungmin laughed a little nodding.Â
âYes. Dating. What did you think I was after?â You shook your head not sure if you should answer that.Â
âI donât know I guess... sex.â Seungmin cocked his eyebrow at you.Â
âI mean... youâre drop dead gorgeous and I would love to have sex with you, donât get me wrong, but Iâm not a creep. Itâs not all Iâm after from you.â You stood there a moment mulling what he said over in your head.Â
 âThere isnât.â You finally said. Seungmin tilted his head confused.Â
âAnything about dating alum in my contract, there isnât anything.â Seungmin smiled and started leaning in closer.Â
âSooooo....â He pulled the 90/10 move and stopped just in front of your face. You stared into his beautiful soft brown eyes still hesitant. Then some part of you, the part that was over the shitty day you had been having decided FUCK IT! You deserved for one damn thing to go your way today. Â
You gripped the lapels of Seungminâs bowling shirt and crashed your lips into his, kissing him hungrily. His hands cupped your face and he opened his mouth deepening the kiss. His tongue teased and danced with yours. He was a really good kisser. Â
His hands found their way to your hips sliding down to your full ass, which he squeezed over your tight skirt. You threaded your fingers through his careless hair, your make out session heating up quickly. Seungmin backed you up against your desk and pressed his hips into yours. When he did you could feel his hard on press against you. You pulled back gasping for air.Â
âSeungmin!â You said surprised. He laughed at your reaction.Â
âWhat? I said it wasnât all I was looking for but DID also say I would LOVE to fuck you didnât I?â His words went straight to your pussy and you pressed your thighs together. Seungmin leaned in and started to kiss your neck and knead your ass with both hands as he pressed his growing erection against you harder. Â
âI donât think thatâs exactly how you put it...â Your words came out breathy and Seungmin hummed as he sucked a mark on you just low enough for your collar to hide. He kissed your lips again. He was so passionate when he kissed you it made you light headed. Seungminâs hands gripped at the sides of your skirt and started to inch the snug material up. You stopped him again.Â
âThis isnât the best place to be doing this if weâre trying to not get caught Seungmin and I havenât cancelled my afternoon classes yet, anyone could walk in at any time...â He kissed you silencing your concerns and then pulled away.Â
âWell why donât we make sure that doesnât happen then Professor?â Another wave of arousal flooded your body hearing him call you that. Seungmin started slowly backing away from you and you instantly missed the warmth of his body against yours.Â
âSend your email.â He nodded towards the laptop on your desk as he walked over to your classroom door. You leaned over your desk and opened your laptop as Seungmin pulled the privacy shade on the door down and locked it, then clicked off the lights. The two emergency lights that always stayed on were the only thing lighting the room now. Â
First you sent an email to your boss about cancelling classes instead of calling, deciding you would take the ass chewing later then you pulled up your student email list. Seungmin came walking up behind you as you were bent over the desk typing. His hands gently gripped your shoulders and slid down your back before he grabbed on to your hips, leaning over you to push your hair aside and kiss the back of your neck. You smelled like heaven. Â
When Seungmin leaned over you could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass. He pulled the collar of your blouse down and grazed his teeth against the newly exposed skin on your shoulder. His hands ran back down your body and he gripped the tight fabric of your skirt, inching it up again. He was really making getting the email cancelling class typed very difficult.Â
âSeungmin...â You protested as he started to suck on the fleshy part of your ear, gently tugging at it with his teeth, rutting against you. Your skirt was hiked up so high now that your thighs were exposed and your ass was barely covered. Seungmin reached around between your legs and started to rub your pussy over your panties. You jumped surprised.Â
âSeungmin! If you donât stop Iâm never gonna get this composed and sent.â He laughed, his lips still pressed against your skin as he teased you more through your wet panties.Â
âSorry. Youâre just so fucking sexy bent over a desk typing emails.â You laughed shaking your head.Â
âWell try and contain yourself a moment please.â You went back to typing up the email as Seungmin continued to grope you from behind.Â
âAnd if I donât? Are you gonna send me to the office professor?â He asked playfully. You looked back at him and rolled your eyes.Â
âNo, but maybe Iâll get out the paddle and spank you.â Seungmin gripped your hips tight and groaned.Â
âDonât fucking tease me baby.â He started kissing and sucking on your neck again riled up by your words. Somehow you managed to get your email finished and sent. You closed your lap top and turned around still pinned to your desk by Seungmin. Â
He kissed down your neck and chest lifting you onto your desk, trying to laying you back on your work. Your skirt was bunched almost all the way up, your legs wrapped around his slim body. You tried to speak but he kissed your lips so eagerly as he dry humped you, you had difficulty getting words out.Â
âSeun- Seung- min n- n-ot here. m- my pap- papers m-my com- com-puter.â He pulled away breathless.Â
âW-where?â You sat up, Seungmin still trapped between your legs. When you looked over his shoulder your eyes locked on your storage closet where you kept textbooks, extra supplies, art prints, and other various things.Â
âIn there. It locks. Extra layer of protection, just to be safe.â Seungmin kissed you and grabbed you by your hips, ready to drag you off the desk to the closet but your words reminded you of a very important question that popped into your head. You stopped him.Â
âWait. Speaking of protection... do you have a condom?â Seungmin froze like a deer in headlights.Â
âUh... no...â You raised your eyebrow at him. Â
âYouâre a college student and you donât carry protection with you?â Seungmin raised his hands in defense.Â
âI do when I think Iâm getting laid! Itâs not like I normally get lucky when Iâm called to fix the outdated equipment around the school.â He had a valid point but still, he was kicking himself. Was he really about to give himself the worst case of blue balls because he didnât just always keep a condom in his pocket? Â
âYou donât maybe have one?â He asked hopeful. You sighed and shook your head at him incredulously.Â
âHelp me down.â You held out your hand and Seungmin helped you off your desk. You pulled your skirt back down and crouched, reaching under your desk. You pulled out your purse and rummaged around in the bag for a second before fishing out one of the condoms you had thrown in there when you went out with your friends the weekend before last. You stood up holding it between two fingers and handed it to him.Â
âHere.â Seungmin grabbed the condom then grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you hard. Â
âFUCKING THANK YOU!â You laughed, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. Seungmin stuck the condom in his pocket, grabbed both of your hands and started backing towards the closet, pulling you with him.Â
âI should have said I didnât have one and taught you a lesson.â Seungmin smirked at you.Â
âI think we can come up with a much better lesson for you to teach me instead professor.â You bit your lip at the thought of all the lessons youâd love to teach him. Seungmin opened the door to the storage closet and held it, letting you walk in first, watching your plump ass in that tight fucking skirt. You grabbed the chain to the light that hung over head and pulled it, turning it on. Seungmin pulled the door closed and locked it. After he did, in the time it takes a humming birdâs wings to flap, he was on you. Â
He kissed you and yanked up your skirt again as he backed you up against the wall. Once he had your skirt around your waist he reached into your panties and grabbed your ass with both hands squeezing. You moaned out into the kiss when he started grinding his hips into yours, rutting his hard on against your clothed cunt.Â
Seungmin kissed and licked his way down your neck and chest until he reached the buttons of your blouse. His hands left your ass and before you knew what was happening, he gripped your blouse and ripped it open, sending buttons flying all over the closet, exposing your pretty lace bra that heâd gotten a decent glimpse of earlier. Now that your shirt was open he could make out your hard nipples through the sheer white lace and his mouth watered.Â
âSEUNGMIN! WHAT THE FU-â He interrupted your complaint by kissing you as he grabbed both of your breasts over your bra and squeezed, pushing them together. He peppered kisses across the tops of your big breasts that couldnât be contained by the dainty bra you had on. When he pulled away for a breath he apologized.Â
âShhh shh keep it down. Iâm sorry! Sorry, I swear Iâll find every button and take it to my tailor to have them put back on. I just... fuck!â He growled into your neck before kissing his way down further, sucking another mark on the soft skin of one of your breasts.Â
âThatâs one of my favorite shirts damn it and I canât just walk out of here topless Seungmin!â You scolded him. He shooshed you again, kissing you as he pushed the silky fabric off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Â
âIâll leave you my sweater, itâs fine, itâs fine.â He sweety kissed your cheek nuzzling against it, his warm breath fanning across your neck as he continued to grope your body. You let out an exasperated sigh.Â
âEvery single fucking button Kim Seungmin!â Seungmin nodded smiling.Â
âSWEAR! Every single one!â He started nibbling at your shoulder as he pulled the straps of your bra down. He slid it down your body and left it hanging around your waist along with your skirt that had been pushed up. He looked down at your exposed breasts and grabbed them both, squeezing and pushing them up and together.Â
âYouâve got fucking PERFECT tits!â He squeeze one harder, leaned down and started sucking on your nipple before licking his way over to the other and sucking on it as well. You ran your fingers through his hair and gripped it tightly when he bit down on that nipple hard.Â
âSssssSeungmin fuck!â Seungmin was ravenous. He played with your tits and kissed his way down your body until he was kneeling in front of you. He hooked his finger into the gusset of your wet panties, that were also white lace, and pulled them to the side, getting an up close view of your glistening cunt. Â
âFuck professor you have such a pretty pussy.â Seungmin ran his fingers through your wet slit, teasing you before parting your lips and licking through your folds. You gripped his hair and he took one second to pull away from you enough to take off his glasses and set them aside, then he hiked one of your legs over his shoulder and started licking your pussy like it was melty ice cream and your juices were dripping down the cone.Â
âOh my fucking god Seungmin.... yes...â You breathed out. He leaned back a second again, looking up at you as he stuck his ring and middle fingers into his mouth wetting them then pushing them into you. He wrapped his lips around your clit and started to suck on it harshly. You let go of his hair and slapped both your hands over your mouth trying to keep it down. He hummed and growled and shook his head between your legs, aggressively eating your cunt as he finger fucked you open. You pulled your hands far enough away from your face to speak.Â
âIâm... gonna... cum.â The words came out as gasps. Seungmin stopped eating you out and stood up. He pushed his fingers into your pussy deep, his hand flush with your body, his palm pressed against your clit, his other two fingers pushing against your asshole roughly as he kept fucking you with his fingers hard, using his whole hand to push them deeper. He didnât pull out, just finger fucked you deeper and deeper, the sound his hand fapping against your sloppy wet pussy filling the closet as your tight cunt sucked in Seungminâs fingers. Â
When your orgasm hit you your eyes rolled back in your head. You gripped the wrist of his hand that was finger fucking you and slapped your other hand over your mouth and nose. You threw your head back and choked out a muffled scream into your hand as you came. Seungmin didnât stop pumping his fingers into your cunt. He kept going, deep and hard prolonging your orgasm. Â
He fingered you through your climax as your juices ran from you, coating the insides of your thighs. Seungmin pulled his fingers out and licked your cum from them. You rested your head against the wall as you were trying to recover from the earth-shattering orgasm heâd just given you.Â
âCome here.â He pushed your stray hairs away from your face, cupping it with both hands and kissing you deeply. You kissed him back tasting yourself on his lips. He pressed you firmly against the wall, his hips grinding into yours. You could feel his hard clothed cock press into your sensitive pussy. You put your hands against his chest and gently pushed making him take a step back then, placing your hands on his shoulders you led him to turn so his back was against the wall now.Â
âYour turn.â You said seductively. You ran your hands under his button up pushing it and his sweater off his shoulders and onto the floor. Seungmin kicked them aside. You started working at the button and zipper of his pants and he whipped off his t-shirt quickly as you did. You reached into his pants and underwear and kissed him as your soft hand palmed his throbbing cock.Â
âYouâre so hard baby.â You pulled your hand out and spit in it then reached back into Seungminâs pants and wrapped your fingers around his shaft. You kissed him again as you started jacking him off. Every now and then he would let out a breathy moan into your mouth as you messily made out and stroked his cock faster. Â
You stopped and pulled your hand out of his pants before threading your fingers through the hair at the nape of Seungminâs neck. You gave him one more good long kiss then started tracing your fingertips down his soft skin as you got on your knees in front of him. Â
His dick twitched in his pants seeing you look up at him like that. You grabbed the waist band of his pants and briefs with both hands and slid them down his legs. When you got a look at what heâd been hiding in his pants you were pleasantly surprised. You knew he wouldnât be small, feeling it pressed against you, but you didnât expect that. Seungmin might have had a thin frame but what he lacked in physic he made up for in cock. He was fucking big!Â
âWow, so fucking big and pretty too.â You spit on it and jerked him off a little spreading your spit along his shaft, getting it good and wet to try and make it easier to take into your mouth.Â
âT-thank you professor.â You gripped his cock firmly with one hand and braced against his hip with the other then wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick, gently sucking on it. Seungmin hissed.Â
âSssfuck yes, suck on it beautiful.â You started bobbing your head taking more of him each time then sucked hard as you pulled off. You spit on his cock again and started stroking him fast before putting him back in your mouth, moving up and down his dick. You took him deep, gagged and pulled off, your spit stringing from your lips and his cock.Â
âThat felt so fucking good baby, can you do more?â You wiped the spit off your chin. Seungmin ran his fingers through your hair moving it away from your face so he could see better as you tried. His tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged again pulling away. You took a deep breath and put him back into your mouth. Â
You gagged on him again but this time you didnât pull away, instead you bobbed your head and started fucking your own throat with Seungminâs big dick. His grip on your hair tightened. He closed his eyes and threw his head back moaning, enjoying the feeling of your warm mouth around his cock, your throat tightening around his tip every time it hit the back. You pulled away taking a big gasping breath and jacked him off with both hands.Â
âYour so fucking good at that professor, teach me how good you suck cock baby.â You spit on his dick and started blowing him again. To say that you were enthusiastic would be an understatement. You would suck on him hard then deep throat him and gag before bobbing up and down his cock and doing it all over again. Seungmin fisted your hair into a ponytail at the back of your head and gently started thrusting into your mouth. Â
âOhhhhh fuck yes like that baby yes.â You braced your hands on Seungminâs hips again so he didnât go too deep, letting him thrust into your mouth and fuck your face.Â
âLook up at me let me see your pretty face while I fuck it.â You looked up at Seungmin and watched the look on his face as he continued thrusting into your mouth.Â
âGod you are so fucking pretty like that!â Seungmin pulled out and helped you up off your knees. He grabbed the condom you gave him from his pants on the floor and tore open the foil packet. He took it out pinched the tip and rolled it down his thick cock. Seungmin grabbed you by your skirt pulling you close and kissed you.Â
âTake off your panties, turn around and bend over for me beautiful.â You made quick work of your underwear, tossing them and then put your hands against the wall bracing yourself as you spread your legs and bent over, exposing your creamy pussy from the back.Â
âLook at that. My professor has such a pretty fucking pussy. So wet for me.â Seungmin ran his fingers up and down your slit spreading your slick. He got behind you and lined up his cock with your pussy, rubbing his tip through your folds teasing you a little. Â
You arched your back and stuck your ass out more. Seungmin had no intentions on actually teasing you. He ran a hand over the swell of your ass and gripped your hip then he pressed his tip against your hole and slowly sank into you. When his big dick slipped into you, you let out a little whine.Â
âDoing so good for me gorgeous, so fucking pretty with my big cock inside you.â He pushed in deeper and this time your whine turned into a choked moan.Â
âSo good so good, just a little more baby, almost there.â He praised you. You pressed your hands into the wall nodding and Seungmin pushed the last of his length into you.Â
âFFFFFfffuckuhhh...â You bit your lip and stifled your moan. Â
âBIG fucking cock! God damn...â Was all you could manage to say. Seungmin leaned over you and you could feel his thick cock move inside you. He grabbed one of your big tits and played with it as he reached between your legs and teased your clit while you got adjusted to having him inside you. After a minute he pulled out and gave you a deep thrust.Â
âSeungmin!â One of your hands flew to your mouth, the other still holding you up against the wall.Â
âShhh... I know. Feels good?â You nodded not willing to risk moving your hand from your mouth just yet. Seungminâs big cock started sliding in and out of you slowly as he continued playing with one of your breasts and your clit. Once he got going good he pulled you upright from the wall. His chest pressed up against your back. His cock was buried even deeper inside your cunt in this position. He wrapped his arms around your perfect body gripping on to one of your tits again as he reached back between your legs to continue playing with your pussy. You shoved your fist into your mouth to keep quiet as he gave you his cock deep in this position, rolling his hips, grinding against you more than thrusting.Â
âWant you to cum on my cock, wanna feel your legs shaking you cum so hard on my big fucking dick. You can do it, cum for me professor.â Seungmin played with your clit more and his thrusts got harder. You pulled your fist from your mouth.Â
âIâm gonna cum so fucking hard Seungmin donât stop fucking me deep like that. Iâm gonna cum...â You were panting and moaning. He stopped playing with your clit gripping and squeezing both of your breasts now. Your back was completely flush against Seungminâs chest as he gave it to your hard and deep from the back. Â
You braced against the wall with one hand pushing yourself back onto him as he fucked into you as if he could go any deeper. You could feel your impending orgasm approaching and you reached back with your free hand gripping the hair at Seungminâs nape tightly as you came hard on his cock.Â
âFFFUUSEUN-â You started to scream out, unable to control the level of your voice and one of Seungminâs big hands left one of your tits and clamped over your mouth as he fucked you harder through your orgasm. Â
âShhh shhh shh donât want anyone to hear you creaming all over my big cock in this closet professor.â Your eyes rolled back and you kept screaming into his hand as your juices dripped down your legs and Seungminâs cock. He kept railing you deep until your pussy stopped convulsing around his cock and your legs started shaking making your knees give out. Seungmin moved his hand away from your mouth so you could breathe easier. He stopped thrusting and helped hold you up as your legs wobbled like Bambi on ice, his dick still buried balls deep inside you. You were panting absolutely out of breath, stray hairs sticking to your red, sweaty face. Â
Seungmin helped you brace yourself against the wall so you didnât just collapse when he let go then pulled his cock out of you. You laid against the wall, your face resting on its cool surface. Seungmin gently gripped your elbow making you turn to face him. When you did you leaned against the wall again, head back, eyes closed, still working on catching your breath. Â
âYou okay?â You nodded as Seungmin pushed the sweaty strands of hair away from your face.Â
âI-Iâm good, t-that that was FUCKING amazing!â Seungmin laughed a little before leaning in to kiss you.Â
âIâm very glad you thought so professor, does that mean I get a passing grade.â You laughed breathless.Â
âI donât think Iâve ever cum so hard in my life! A++ and Iâm granting you bonus points for your EXCELENT oral exam. Consider yourself teacherâs pet!â Seungmin caged you in his arms against the wall and kissed you.Â
âYea? What does teacherâs pet get for getting such good marks?â You opened your eyes and looked at him smiling.Â
âWhat does he want?â Seungmin grabbed your breasts with both hands again, squishing and squeezing, pushing them up and together before toying with your nipples then doing it all again as if they were his new favorite toy.Â
âI wanna fuck these and cum all over them.â He said pushing your tits together harder. Â
âYea? Thatâs what you want?â Seungmin nodded eagerly licking his lips.Â
âFUCK yes! I would kill to fuck these big perfect tits and cover them in my cum. Can I? Please?â You didnât see why not. You nodded.Â
âFucking really!?â Heâd only been imagining fucking your tits since meeting you practically.Â
âYea want you to cum all over my tits Seungmin.â He almost jumped for joy. He looked around the storage closet really quick and saw a wooden desk chair. He grabbed it and dragged it over for you to sit on. You sat your ass down on the cool wooden seat and Seungmin stood in front of you. He pulled the condom off and set it aside to throw away later. He gripped his cock and stroked it a few times. Â
You tilted your head down and let a big wad of spit drip from your mouth down the valley of your breasts. Seungmin immediately started smearing it up and down with the tip of his dick, getting the space between your tits slippery and wet. Â
He pressed his cock against your sternum and you pushed your tits up around his shaft. He started thrusting slowly, the tip of his dick disappearing between your breasts then popping back up, getting redder each time. Seungmin leaned over, spit on his tip and started fucking your big tits faster. He was breathless and panting ass he humped your chest.Â
âSo good, so fucking good, perfect fucking titties, big and soft, squeeze my cock just right, fucking perfect. Squeeze them tighter please please tighter baby.â He started getting more excited and fucked your tits faster. You spit on your tits and squeezed them together tighter for him like he asked. You tilted your head down and stuck out your tongue so that when the tip of Seungminâs cock peeked out from between your breasts you could lick it.Â
âOh my fucking god! Yes lick it! Push your tits together harder. Fuck!â You pushed them together more. Seungmin spit on your tits again and held onto your shoulders as he fucked your big tits faster, his cock making a wet squelching sound every thrust. He had trouble keeping his rhythm as his climax approached.Â
âIâm gonna cum, fuck fuck fuck, Iâm gonna cum baby.â He fucked your big tits faster and started to cum. You kept your breasts squeezed around his cock tightly as he did. Seungminâs thrusts slowed down as streaks of his cum shot across your chest and neck pooling around his cock trapped between your tits. Â
He gave a few more slow thrusts, working all of his cum out, riding the last of his orgasm, enjoying the slippery feeling of smearing his cum between your tits. You let go of your breasts and Seungmin took a step back. He enjoyed the sight of his big load dripping down your chest and smeared all over your tits as he tried to catch his breath. You tsked him.Â
âWell you made a mess.â You playfully scolded him. He huffed out a laugh as he continued to catch his breath post nut.Â
âSorry about that professor.â He winked at you smiling then looked around and found his t-shirt. He grabbed it and started wiping his cum off your chest and breasts with it. After he got you cleaned up as best he could you both searched around for your scattered articles of clothing. Â
Seungmin slipped into his underwear and pants then helped you pull your tight skirt back down. You pulled your bra up stuffing your big breasts back into the lacey cups and fixing the straps on your shoulders. Seungmin found his blue button up shirt and his sweater then separated them, putting on the blue shirt and buttoning it up. Â
After, he grabbed the sweater holding it open so you could put it on. You turned around and he buttoned it up for you as well. Seungmin thought you looked really fucking cute in his clothes. You started searching around the closet again.Â
âWhat are you looking for?â You lifted your exploded blouse looking under it.Â
âMy panties.â Seungmin smirked reaching into his pants pocket, pulling them out and revealing them.Â
âOh you mean these?â He twirled them around on his finger and when you tried to snatch them away he gripped them tightly in his fist and held them up out of your reach.Â
âAht aht! I think I earned these professor.â He put them to his face and sniffed them. You tried to snatch them from him again unsuccessfully.Â
âGive me my panties Seungmin.â You said sternly.Â
âOr what? Are you going to give me detention?â He stuffed them back into his pocket laughing. You picked up your blouse and threw it at his face. Â
âFine keep them but you still have to find all my buttons and fix my fucking shirt!â Seungmin pulled you close wrapping his arms around you giving you a big wet kiss on the cheek. You pushed at his chest feigning irritation although the smile on your face was a dead giveaway he was already forgiven. He squeezed you tightly.Â
âWhatever you say professor.âÂ
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You're it for me
Summary: Wanda is sick of being pregnant and her powers took over when she saw you sleep peacefully beside her
pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Warning: Pregnancy, Cursing, boobs are mentioned (oh no!!), and Pregnancy fetishism (I guess) is mentioned but not played out!
Note: I promise I won't only write pregnant fic or popstar!reader, if you guys have any ideas DM me, I think I have that open. Also another fanfic so quickly???
(Might be some grammar and punctuation errors) (Kind of long)
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Like clockwork, Wanda woke up at two in the morning. She sighed in frustration as she felt the twins kicking her.
You and Wanda always talked about starting a family together. She even found a way to make the baby's blood related to you both.
Wanda said she would carry the babies. Ever since the whole fighting Thanos, Wanda wanted to lay low and live a normal life with you (her wife) on your guyâs farm.
Wanda rubbed her eight-month-pregnant belly, hopefully, it would lure Billy and Tommy back to sleep. Wanda couldnât wait to be a mother but she wanted these nine months to be over. She was tired of always having to go to the bathroom, of something hurting, and not getting a full night's sleep.
Wanda glared at you who was passed out snoring lightly. How dare you rub it in her face that you could sleep without interruptions. You rolled onto your side, your back facing her.
If you both decide to have more kids, Wanda decided that you're carrying them.
Once the babies had calmed down, Wanda placed her hand on your stomach. With Wandaâs swollen belly, itâs been hard to have you close to her. This is how Wanda has been cuddling you since her bump got big. She hates it!!!!
Wanda sighed in frustration when she felt the twins kicking her again. Wanda tried to lean close to your ear âYouâre carrying themâ Wanda stated for next time. Wanda stayed there waiting for the babies to tire themselves out.
Next Day
Beep Beep Beep Beep You hit snooze on your alarm, in your opinion, the worst part about working on a farm is having to wake up at the ass crack of dawn because you have a shit ton of things to do.
You throw your legs over the bed about to get up, but you stop. You sit there frozen too scared to move. Did something⊠No, no, thatâs crazy.
You were about to get up but thatâs when you felt it again, something flutter inside you.
You pulled your quilt off and you gasped at what your eyes laid on. Your stomach was swollen, and your pajama shirt which was originally a little big on you is now bunched up under your boobs.
You rubbed your eyes hoping you were hallucinating but nope, it was still there.
Your shaky finger poked the stomach, and at first, nothing happened. Then you poked it again, and the bump was rocking side to side causing you to jump a little.
Your heart was running, no matter how hard you tried to come up with how it happened it wasnât logical.
You felt whatever was inside of you hit your ribs hard, almost as if it punched you.
âOwâ You whispered not wanting to wake up Wanda.
You lightly slap the bump which causes it to punch you in the ribs again.
âBitch!â You yelled glaring at your stomach
âLove, whatâs wrong?â Wanda asked
In a panic, you threw the blanket over your shoulder making sure to cover your stomach. You didnât want Wanda to stress because you love her and it could hurt the babies.
Grabbing the short bed frame to help you up, you felt like someone gorilla glued five sixteen-pound bowling balls to your stomach. âFuck, itâs heavyâ You mumbled placing your free hand under your stomach for support.
You slowly turned around âNothing baby, go back to sl-â
Your eyes widen, Wanda isnât pregnant anymore. Like her bump just vanished.
You felt ashamed of how long it took you to figure it out.
You let the blanket slip onto the ground, exposing Wanda to your state.
Wandaâs mouth dropped, she looked down at her flat stomach and then back at you.
Wanda slowly made her way over to you, she was trying to pretend she wasnât freaking out.
Wanda poked your stomach nothing happened, then she poked again and the twins kicked you hard.
âFuckâ you hissed bending over in pain, Wanda apologized.
âHow did this happen?â Wanda asked her eyes staying on the bump, you shrugged âI donât know! Youâre the one with the red wiggly woos!â You whispered yelled.
Realization hit Wanda, she looked down at her hands before giving you a nervous smile. Your shoulder dropped âWhat did you do?!â You panicked, Wanda couldnât meet your eyes âLast night Billy and Tommy woke me up, seeing you sleeping peacefully made me mad. So I placed my hand on your stomach while I cuddled you and I said yourâŠcarryingâŠthemâ Wanda's voice grew quiet your eyes widened and your mouth dropped too stunned to speak âI totally meant for next time!â Wanda explained pointing her finger at you.
You started to hyperventilate. Youâre not prepared to give birth, you barely even read the parenting books Wanda bought for you. Your body hasnât been preparing for the two human beings you're going to be pushing out. What if something happens and you have to go into surgery or you die?!
Also, how are you going to explain to people how you are suddenly eight months pregnant? You always do the socializing part of business so Wanda doesnât have to!
âLove, Loveâ Wanda called rubbing your back âYou need to calm downâ Wanda explained in a hushed tone. You knew she was right but how could you be calm in this moment?
âWanda, Alan is coming over around lunch to pick up some apples for the farmers marketâ You stated, Wanda squeezed your arms âLetâs get you back to bed, and Iâll look at the bookâ Wanda assured. You nodded, Wanda grabbed your hand to ease you back into bed, and she placed a mountain of pillows to support your back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wanda sat in the kitchen at the dining table flipping through the Darkhold, she didnât even know what she was looking for.
Deep down Wanda was happy to have a break from being pregnant, she knows that you are right of course but still. Thereâs a part of her hoping you change your mind to stay that way.
âAh, shit!â a voice from outside yelled, Wanda look out the window where she found you waddling towards the chicken coop with a basket in your hand. Wanda closed the book âWhat is sheâŠâ Wanda trailed off walking towards the back door.
Wanda walked towards you crossing her arms over her chest âUm, (Y/N)â Your wife called, you let out a soft hmmm while throwing chicken feed onto the ground âWhat are you doing?â Wanda wondered her voice stern, you kept throwing the chickens their food âWhat does it look like?â you sassed still focusing on your task. Wanda finally reached you, she pulled the empty basket out of your hands and placed it on the ground âNot resting like you should beâ Wanda stated. You faced your wife sighing in frustration, âWanda I have things to do, I canât lay in bedâ you reminded, Wanda stood behind you placing a hand on your hip and her other hand grabbing your hand âIâll do the chores, I donât want you on your feet until I figure out how to undo thisâ Wanda told guiding her wife back inside the house.
Wanda eased you back into bed âThere we go, loveâ Wanda smiled pulling the blankets up to your chest. You groaned pushing the blanket under your bump âItâs so itchyâ you whined scratching your belly, Wanda grabbed the lotion from her bedside table.
Wandaâs eyes landed on you. Seeing you carrying her children made her smile. It also turned her on, but she knew that was the last thing on your mind.
âBaby?â Your voice brought Wanda back. âSorry, Love.â Wanda blushed, squirting the lotion onto your bump. Billy and Tommy started to move around âDo they ever stop?â You groaned throwing your head against your pillow, Wanda chuckled as she rubbed the lotion into your skin. Wanda loved that she got to take care of you for a change, she could get used to this. Maybe she could brainwash everyone into thinking that you were the one pregnant all along.
âThat feels so good thank you, babyâ you moaned, your breathing hitched, You were making it harder for Wanda to not go down on you. Wanda could only smile, âI got chores, do you need anything?â Wanda interlocked your hand with hers you shook your head, Wanda gave you a quick peck on the lips.
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Pain shot down your back causing you to wake up âMotherfuckerâ You hissed placing your hand on your back. You opened your eyes seeing that it wasnât a dream and that youâre still very pregnant. Wanda is a fucking boss for dealing with this shit for eight months.
You stood up hoping a quick walk around the house could relieve the back pain.
After you waddle around the house, you head toward the kitchen where you see Wanda at the dining table flipping through the Darkhold.
Wanda looked exhausted, she had paint smeared on her cheek. She sighed in frustration, she kept drifting to sleep. From growing your babies to doing a shit ton of chores along with researching on how to reverse the pregnancy. You sighed guilt had a grip on your heart, you looked down at your bump placing a hand on it before looking up at Wanda. Your mind was made up.
You entered the kitchen âHi, Loveâ You smiled, Wanda rubbed sleep out of her eyes âHi, loveâ Wanda gave a sleepy smile. You sat in the chair next to Wanda whose attention went back to the Darkhold, both of you sat in silence. You twist your wedding ring to soothe your anxiety trying to find the nerve to tell Wanda, hopefully she would understand.
You grabbed Wandaâs hand gaining her attention âWhatâs wrong?â Wanda wondered her voice laced with concern, you gathered your courage âI donât want you to reverse this anymoreâ You admitted pointing to the baby bump Wanda knit her eyebrows âWhat?â Wanda asked, you took a deep breath âYouâve been crushing it at carrying these two. Seeing you in pain hurts me and I wish I couldâve done something to help you. So let me carry them, you deserve a breakâ You admitted, you knew your little speech was corny but it was the truth, Wandaâs eyes glossed looking relieved âI love you! You are IT for me! We are never getting divorcedâ Wanda admitted squeezing your hand, you gave a light laugh âI thought that was a no-brainerâ You smiled, and Wanda kissed you passionately.
Honk Honk
You pulled away âAlanâs hereâ You smiled brushing your nose against your wifeâs, Wanda groaned before leaving to meet Alan outside.
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Small Talk (Jason Todd x Reader, Pt 2 of 3)
(Pt 1)
Premise: Jason worries that you're just putting up with him out of a misguided sense of pity.
Jason seems about ready to dip into fight or flight mode. Though youâd be surprised if flight mode even exists in his dictionary, perhaps it only applies to the dangers of expressing emotions rather than actual physical threats.
âOkayâŠâ you begin slowly, mulling over your words so as to not spook him off, âWell to start off. No, I donât pity youâ.
He only frowns at that, crossing his arms around his torso tighter in response. Alright, canât say you were all too surprised by that. Trust doesnât seem to come naturally to the guy.
You take a breath before looking him in the eye, âJason, I like you. I like spending time with you. I like what we have⊠is that so hard to believe?â
Jason averts his gaze in response, seemingly unable to face you. âI-I donât knowâ he grumbles, a frustrated exhale escaping his lips.
âI donât know what you see in me. I guess I'd rather tear down whatever halo effect youâve got going on right now, rather than waiting for you to realise what you're getting yourself into, and walking out at a later pointâ. At least the former offers him some false sense of control, he gets to strip down the facade and push you away on his terms.
âSo you think Iâm going to just up and leave the day I see the ârealâ you?â you have to bite back a scoff at his reasoning, but insecurities can take any form, and the fear of abandonment always seems to be the front runner in his case.
You shake your head as you counter him, âJason respectfully, there was no point at which I thought you were putting up a prince charming act, youâve never really made much effort to hide your broodinessâ.
In fact, you've always appreciated how he never put up a front, his frank personality being one of the first traits that drew you in.
He bristles at your comment, but you can see some of the tension leaving his body as he uncrosses his arms.
âHey! I can turn up the charm when I want toâ.
You raise an eyebrow in response, thatâs a shoddy defense at best.
You decide against bringing up the time he set the fire alarm off attempting to cook spaghetti for the two of you, or that other time he picked up flowers for you only to get into a scuffle on the way home, leaving you with five broken stems (but 3 petals stubbornly clung on, so they still counted as flowers according to him). No, nowâs not the time to bruise his ego.
You sigh, deciding to try a more direct approach instead.
âWhatâs this really about Jason? Have I said or done something to make you feel this way?â
The genuine question coupled with the gentle tone of your voice further disarms him. He huffs a breath as he looks away.
âNoâŠI just- I donât know why you put up with me at timesâ.
You could feel the weight of his words even though they were spoken under his breath. Put up with what exactly? His sudden disappearances? His injuries? The bouts of sour moods? He doesnât even know. But he can only imagine the combination to be unpleasant.
You reach for his hand, which is currently bunched up into a fist by his side before continuing âJason⊠I love what we have. I mean, I know youâve got your bad days, but youâve never taken them out on me...â
You take a deep breath feeling somewhat hesitant about your next words, but knowing they need to be said.
âLook, I donât know much about your past, and frankly I donât need to, I enjoy what we have right now⊠But it seems like youâve been let down plenty of times before, and those fears are being projected onto us".
He stiffens, confronted with the truth he barely lets himself think about. Instead of facing it head on, he chooses to deflect.
âThat doesnât seem like enough of a reason for you to stick aroundâ
He may be trying to sidetrack the conversation, but youâre done beating around the bush. You need him to know heâs enough, more than enough. That youâre happy with him and not just putting up with him for the sake of it.
âDoes it bother you? That I like you just the way you are?âÂ
He hunches over at your words, choosing to face the muted television screen instead of you.
âNot bother⊠I guess itâs a bit hard to believe. I mean I know Iâm quite the looker and have a wicked sense of humourâ he says dryly, though you donât miss his attempt at biting back a snicker, âBut man do I come with a lot of baggageâ he concludes with a self depreciating groan.
You shake your head as you scoot closer to him on the couch, âWill you give yourself some grace for once? It doesn't seem like you were dealt the best hand in lifeâ you retort, feeling defensive on his behalf.
âYouâre trying to make sense of it all, youâre trying to do whatâs right. Shouldn't that count for something? Donât discount your effortsâÂ
He shakes his head as he turns to face you, conflict colouring his features.
âBut isnât it exhausting to keep up with (Name)? I canât exactly offer stability- Hell, I canât even say trouble finds me, I actively go seek it... I mean, I donât even know what my futureâs gonna look like, let alone what our future will look likeâ.Â
Why stay when you can go seek out something more secure, more certain?
That question remained unsaid. Maybe he was being a coward, but part of him didnât want to probe for answers he was not ready to hear.
âJason, Iâm not going give up what we have now because of a pessimistic âwhat ifâ future that may never come to be⊠You make me happy. Youâre so good to me. I wish you could see thatâ.
Feelings of sadness and frustration settle within you at his incessant attempts to downplay himself. Downplay what he means to you.
You spend a moment wracking your brain, trying to conjure up the magic words that will get through to him. Considering which memories you can point to as evidence for your case, what traits of his you can highlight in your defence. But so many moments flit through your mind, warm memories playing over like a cinema reel, you donât even know which to choose from.Â
That itself is enough proof thatâs thereâs plenty of reason to stay right here, by his side.
Now it was just a matter of getting him to see the same.
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Initially thought of writing this in 2 parts but 1am big brain energy has given me enough ideas for a pt 3.
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what am i to you | pablo gavi [part ii]
đ§ïž synopsis: In an attempt to get over Pablo, you go on a date, only to end up in the hospital with a sprained ankle. When Pablo shows up uninvited, trying to take care of you, the moment turns into a full-blown fight. tags: angst, unrequited love, emotional tension. (written in 2nd person but no mention of yn) (around 2.5k words)
you can read the first part here.
After the confession, you both said you'd stay in each other's lives, like nothing had changed. You promised. But promises, you realize, are easier said than kept.
The calls become even rarer, and when they do come, theyâre awkward, halting. He used to be the first person youâd call when you were bored, the one youâd go to when you needed to vent or laugh, and now? Now you just⊠donât.
Thatâs when you meet him â this other guy. Heâs nice, funny enough, interested. And heâs not Pablo. You donât have butterflies, but thereâs a kind of safety in that, a relief in the way he looks at you with no expectations, no memories weighing you down. So when he asks you out, you say yes, not because youâre excited, but because youâre desperate to move forward, to stop feeling like youâre stuck in that moment when Pablo said, âIâm sorry. I canât give you what you want.â
The night of the date, youâre almost ready when your phone rings. Itâs Pablo, and your heart jumps, he hasnât called in weeks, and itâs like he knew, like he somehow sensed that you were trying to step away from him for good.
You answer, trying to sound normal. âHey.â
âHey,â he says, his voice distant, like heâs not sure if heâs intruding. âItâs been a while.â
âYeah,â you say, trying to keep it casual. Youâre trying to decide between two different shoes for the date, and it feels wrong. âI guess weâve both been⊠busy.â
Itâs a lie, and you both know it. But youâre not about to get into that now. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, all dressed up, ready to leave.
âActually,â you interrupt, âIâm kind of in a hurry. I have⊠plans.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, and you can almost picture the look on his face â confused, caught off guard. âPlans?â he asks, and you can hear an edge in his voice now, one heâs trying to hide. âLike⊠a date?â
âYeah,â you say, forcing yourself to sound like itâs not a big deal. âIâm going out with someone.â
âWith who?â
âJust⊠someone I met,â you say, trying to brush it off, âWeâve only talked a couple of times.â
Thereâs silence, and youâre about to check if heâs still on the line when he says, âSo thatâs what youâre doing now? Just going out with random guys?â
You get defensive. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âI donât know,â he snaps, his anger leaking into his words. âItâs just⊠youâre already ââ He stumbles over the words, his voice tight. âIs that what you want now?â
âItâs not like that,â you insist, feeling the heat rise in your face. âYouâre the one who ââ You stop yourself because you promised you wouldnât do this. You wouldn't blame him. But he doesnât make it easy.
He lets out a bitter laugh, and it cuts deeper than youâd like to admit. âNo, go ahead. Say it.â
You swallow hard, fighting the urge to lash back. âI miss you,â you say.
âIt doesnât look like you do,â he says quietly, and thereâs a hurt there you didnât expect.Â
Your chest tightens, and you can feel the tears burning at the back of your eyes. âPablo, you stopped calling,â you say, your voice breaking. âYou left me here alone, what was I supposed to do?â
He doesnât respond right away, and you wish you could see his face, wish you could understand whatâs going through his mind. âI just⊠I thought weâd be okay,â he says finally, his voice sounding defeated. âThat weâd get through this. Together.â
You take a shaky breath. âI thought so too,â you admit. Thereâs a silence that stretches on, heavy and suffocating.
âYeah, well,â he mutters, âhave fun on your date.â And then he hangs up before you can say another word, leaving you staring at your reflection, feeling like youâve lost him all over again.
part 2
The date wasnât going great, you didnât have much in common with the guy, and things got even worse. One minute youâre walking across the street after dinner, pretending to laugh at some lame joke he made, and the next, your ankle twists under you, the pain shooting up your leg like a lightning bolt. You try to catch yourself, but you land hard, knees buckling beneath you.
The guy freaks out, asking if you're okay, but all you can focus on is the pulsing pain in your ankle. You're pretty sure it's sprained, but you're too embarrassed to admit it right away. He helps you up, practically carrying you to the nearest bench, and that's when you finally let yourself wince in pain.
A trip to the hospital later and youâre sitting in one of those sterile, white rooms, cradling your swollen ankle in your lap. Nothing too serious, just a sprain, but itâs enough to make you feel like an idiot. The guyâs hovering by the door, looking uncomfortable, like he wants to leave but doesn't know how. You canât blame him. The awkwardness between you is palpable, and this was supposed to be a fun night.
Youâre ready to get out of there, but you don't want to be alone for the discharge process. The guyâs already looking at his phone like heâs counting the minutes. So, you make a decision.
You pull out your phone, thinking of someone nearby, someone who wonât make things more awkward. Aurora. You donât really want to call her, but she lives in the neighborhood, and you canât stand the idea of sitting here with the date guy. It's nothing against him â well, maybe it is, but you really just need a friend right now.
You hit call, and it rings a few times before she picks up, her voice bright and concerned.
âHey, whatâs up? You good?â
âIâm at the hospital,â you say quickly, the words sounding so much worse than they feel. âI sprained my ankle on the date, can you come? Please?â
Aurora doesnât even hesitate. âOf course, Iâm on my way.â You end the call, grateful sheâs coming, and feeling a lot better knowing someone familiar will be here soon.
A few minutes later, the door swings open. You expect it to be Aurora, but when you look up, you freeze.
Pablo stands there, his eyes wide with concern, his posture stiff. And right next to him, Aurora is visibly cringing, her face flushed red. Sheâs holding her hands up in an apologetic gesture. âI didnât mean to ââ she starts, but Pablo cuts her off.
âAre you okay?â His voice is frantic, as if youâre on the brink of death instead of sitting there with a sprained ankle.
You blink, taken aback by how heâs acting.
âIâm fine,â you say, a little too forcefully, but the last thing you need right now is to be treated like a patient. âJust a sprain. Nothing serious.â
Pablo doesnât look convinced. He steps into the room, eyes scanning your ankle. Heâs clearly overreacting, but itâs hard to argue with him when heâs looking at you like that.
Aurora stands off to the side, a sheepish look on her face. âIâm sorry, I called him,â she whispers. âI thought youâd want him to know.â
âReally?â you ask, a little irritated now, because itâs clear Pablo doesnât know how to handle this. Youâre still pissed at him for the phone call earlier, but now? Now it feels like heâs intruding, even though youâre happy to see him, just not like this.
Pablo, still standing too close, suddenly shifts his weight, looking uncomfortable. âI donât know, I just⊠I thought I should be here,â he says, his voice a little quieter, like heâs realizing how ridiculous heâs being.
âIâm fine,â you repeat, trying to lighten the mood. âSeriously. Iâm just waiting to be discharged.â
Before you can say anything else, the date guy clears his throat. You turn to see him stepping forward.
"Um, should I leave?" His voice is a little too high-pitched, trying to be polite but also clearly uncomfortable now that Pabloâs here. Pablo, whoâs still looking at you like heâs trying to figure out if youâre dying, shifts his eyes to the guy standing by the door.
âWho even are you?â Pabloâs tone is confused, but there's also a sharpness to it now, something territorial. It doesnât make sense, but you can feel the weirdness between them.
You open your mouth, about to explain, but Pablo cuts you off.
âIs that the guy you just had a date with?â His eyes rake over him. "Yeah, you can leave now. I got it." He waves him off, voice firm and final, like heâs the one in charge here.
âPablo, what the hell?â you snap. Your bloodâs boiling, you look over at the date guy, whoâs still standing there like heâs waiting for a command. âYeah, you can go now,â you say, softer, sweeter than Pablo, but the sentimentâs the same. âThanks for bringing me here.â
Pablo scoffs, and itâs the kind of sound that tells you heâs annoyed, but itâs also kind of funny, considering heâs the one whoâs ruining the moment. Youâre not sure if heâs jealous or if heâs just being an idiot, but it pisses you off all the same.
Once the date guy leaves, the silence between you and Pablo is loud. You cross your arms, staring at him like youâre daring him to keep pushing.
âWell, now you can leave!â you say, voice cool, as you face him.Â
Pablo doesn't budge, though. "And how are you going home?" He sounds offended, like youâve done something wrong by even suggesting that he should leave.
You roll your eyes. âAurora can take me,â you mutter, already tired of the back-and-forth.
Pabloâs face twitches like heâs winning the argument. âI drove Aurora here,â he says, smug. Like the fact that heâs the one with the car makes him the one in control now.
Your eyes narrow, but deep down, you know youâve got no choice. âFine,â you grumble, defeated.
part 3
Pabloâs arms are strong, but his touch is gentle as he picks you up, carrying you bridal style like itâs the most natural thing in the world. His hands are steady as he lifts you, his face close to yours, it makes you feel like you're back in that place where everything between you two was simple. But thatâs not the reality anymore, is it?
He doesnât say a word as he carries you to the couch, setting you down so gently itâs almost too much. You want to tell him to back off, to let you handle it, but you catch something in his eyes that stops you â heâs looking at you like youâre the most important thing in the world, and you canât deal with that, not right now.
âItâs just a sprain,â you say, but your voice cracks halfway through, and you hate yourself for it. You hate how kind heâs being, how his touch makes everything hurt even more.
Pablo shakes his head. âI miss you too,â he says, his voice low, almost broken. Itâs a call back to the phone call, to what you said earlier, and itâs like heâs holding onto those words for dear life.
Your heart feels like itâs about to shatter. âThen let me go,â you whisper, tears streaming down your face. âWe canât be friends if Iâm in love with you, you idiot.â
Heâs closer now, wiping the tears from your cheek, his hand lingering longer than it should. Heâs too close, and youâre drowning in it. But you let him stay because, in some twisted way, itâs all you have left of him.
âDonât go on dates with idiots,â he says, his voice is exasperated. âYou donât need them. You just need to be with me, and we can make it work. We can go back to how it was. I promise.â
You shake your head, trying to stop the tears that just wonât quit. âJust because you donât want me doesnât mean no one else will,â you say, the words bitter on your tongue. âDonât act like I canât find someone who can make me happy.â
Pabloâs face hardens, his eyes narrowing. âYouâre just doing this to get back at me, and you know it.â
You almost laugh, shaking your head. âIâm not trying to get back at you, Iâm trying to move on. I canât keep pretending weâre okay.â
âYou donât need someone else,â he says through gritted teeth, his hand clenched into a fist. âYou never needed anyone else. Youâve always had me.â
âNot anymore,â you snap, your anger flaring. âI donât have you anymore! Youâve shut me out like nothing happened!â
His eyes flash, he steps closer, his hand reaching out for you, but you flinch back, afraid of how close he is, afraid of what it means. âI never wanted to hurt you,â he says, his voice so small. âI just... I didnât know what to do.â
âYou didnât have to do anything,â you say, your whole body trembling. âYou just had to stay.â
His face falls, and for a second, you almost reach out to him. But you stop yourself. âI want my best friend back,â he says, his voice cracking.
âYou donât get that,â you shout, the words rushing out. âYou canât pretend Iâm the same person I was before any of this happened. Iâm not!â
âI donât care!â His voice rises, raw and desperate. âI donât care if itâs different, I just want you in my life. I donât know what to do without you.â
You pull away. âYou canât keep saying that.â
He looks at you, devastated. Heâs leaning closer now, his hand on your knee, his thumb rubbing circles against your skin. Itâs like heâs pretending nothingâs changed, pretending this is how things always were.
âPablo â"
You push against his chest, the tears running down your face now, uncontrollable. âPlease, just leave,â you say, your voice shaking, but you mean it.
Youâve had enough. Youâre done.
But Pablo just looks at you, he doesnât move, doesnât leave, and for a moment, youâre sure heâs not going to listen.
âPlease,â you beg, your voice breaking. "Just go."
Pabloâs hand brushes his own cheek, wiping away a tear he hadnât realized fell. He speaks like he's trying to convince himself more than you. âIâll come back,â he says. âTo check on your injury, make sure youâre better.â
He looks away quickly. âIâll take care of you... like you took care of me.â His words hang in the air, painfully.
You watch him go, every step tearing at you. As the door closes, you stare at it for a second, your body tensing as if itâs about to snap in two. And then you canât take it anymore. You reach for the nearest pillow, throwing it at the door with every ounce of anger youâve been holding inside.
âIdiot!â you scream, everything hurts â your heart, your head, your stupid, stupid tears.
You sit there, staring at the door, feeling the ache spread through your chest. It hits you like a punch â you havenât touched him, havenât held him in over a month. It feels like the end of everything, and itâs crushing you.
You curl up on the couch, hugging yourself, wishing things could go back to how they were before everything went wrong. But they canât. All you have is the emptiness he left behind, and itâs swallowing you whole.
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Whumptober Day 31 - making amends
Cries wails screams sobs Iâm finally done Iâm gonna cry
This isnât the best but itâs DONE and thatâs all that matters, babey. Thanks to everybody whoâs stuck around and read these, I appreciate you all so so much <3 if you want the long version of the thanks go to ao3 lol.
Thank you guys again đ
Ao3 link
Warnings: brief injury and blood.
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Hyrule had punched Wild in the face.
Time hadnât seen it happen himself, busy washing clothes with a few of the others, but when the yelling had started and theyâd rushed back to camp with their swords drawn, it was blatantly obvious what had happened. Blood was streaming from Wildâs nose, and he and Hyrule both looked furious as Warriors forcibly dragged the two of them apart.
Twilight quickly snagged Wild when he tried to leap forward again, and Sky grabbed Hyrule, the other heroes in camp in varying stages of getting up or in the process of intervening, faces alarmed.
Time frowned, staring at the evidence of the brawl in front of him. More than one punch had obviously been thrown, seeing as Hyrule had a split lip and a shiny eye, Wild with scraped knuckles and a scratched chin that was mostly concealed by the blood running down his face, hair messier than usual. Both of them were further dirty and scuffed and giving each other death glares, and Time lowered his sword as he strode forward.
âAnd what is going on here?â He demanded, and both boys startled, then resumed their glaring.
âThey were arguing about something, I didnât hear it all,â Warriors admitted when neither of them spoke, crossing his arms.
âIt was nothing,â Wild hissed under his breath, and Time raised an eyebrow as more blood dripped from his nose.
âSomehow I doubt that,â Time said flatly, and Wild glared at the ground, Hyrule glaring out at the forest. âWhat on Faroreâs green earth were you two fighting about that was so serious you decided hitting each other was the best course of action?â
Instead of replying, Hyrule finally managed to squirm out of Skyâs grip and bolt into the woods.
âTraveler!â Legend shouted from his place near Time, then growled to himself. â...aaaaand nope heâs gone.â
Wild took their distracted states to also make a break for it, and Time sighed as he disappeared in the opposite direction from Hyrule, both heroes gone in moments.
âDid really nobody hear what started it?â he asked wearily, rubbing a hand over his brow.
âI heard Wild say something about Zelda,â Four spoke up, looking uneasy. âBut not much else. I was reading.â
âIt seemed like one moment they were just arguing and then the next they were rolling around on the ground at each otherâs throats,â Warriors sighed, tapping his fingers on his arm as he spoke. âI apologize. I didnât realize it had gotten so bad.â
âWell, Iâm going after Wild,â Twilight said with a frown, already turning in the direction the champion had gone. âThese woods are dangerous, I donât want him running off alone even if he is mad.â
âIâll go find our traveler,â Time added, and Legend shrugged, turning back the way theyâd come.
âHave fun. I donât want to untangle that mess. Iâll go get the laundry.â
Time went one way and Twilight went the other, and everyone else mostly went back to what they were doing (with the exception of Legend, who nearly tripped in his haste to get back to the river when he realized their clothes were trying to wash away).
Time followed the faint trail Hyrule had left, the signs of someone passing this way a bit more obvious than theyâd normally be. Hyrule really must have been mad if he hadnât taken the time to be as cautious. Time frowned to himself as he walked, purposely taking his time. He figured heâd give Hyrule some time to cool down, but in the meantime he wondered what it was that had set the two of them off so much.
Wild and Hyrule usually got on like a house on fire, and when they argued, it was usually just in jest. Four had said Zelda had come up, but how had that gotten them to the point of blows? Had that really been the only issue?
Time sighed and shook his head. He wouldnât know until he found the traveler.
Assuming heâs willing to talk.
A few more minutes of walking went by before Time heard a noise, and he followed it, listening intently. He stepped over a small stream, and found Hyule pacing in an angry little circle around the clearing heâd come upon. His face was red and his eye had further swollen, a little bit of blood still staining his lip, but his cheeks also looked damp from something besides blood. Time stepped forward and Hyrule leveled a glare on him, which turned to a confused look as he realized which hero it was.
Time nodded a greeting, but didnât do anything else, merely stayed where he was while Hyrule blinked at him. His surprise quickly slipped away, and Hyrule huffed, turning away from him.
âCome to drag me back to camp?â he asked, voice strangely level.
âNo, Twilight merely mentioned these woods are dangerous, and it would be unwise to be alone,â Time replied, and Hyrule blinked again, then waved him off, his sour expression easing a bit.
âIâm fine, you donât need to worry about me.â
âPerhaps, but itâs nice to have backup. Especially if you canât see very well,â Time said, and Hyrule raised an eyebrow.
âI could say the same of you,â he said as he crossed his arms. âCan you see very well? You may keep the lid closed but Iâve seen you flicker your eye before.â
His tone was sharp, and Time frowned. âWeâre not here to talk about me,â Time said firmly, and Hyrule turned away again. Time sighed, and made an effort to soften his voice when he spoke again. âHyrule, what happened?â
The traveler looked down at the leaf litter, bits of moss and grasses sticking up from between the leaves. He nudged at a fern that was still uncurling, then sighed and kicked at the ground.
âWild doesnât get it,â he bit out, not looking at Time. âDoesnât get our situations were different. He thinksâ he thinks Zelda is justââ
Hyrule let out a growl of frustration, raising a hand to wipe at his cheek.
âHe doesnât get it!â Hyrule continued as his hands tightened into fists. âI know sheâs not weak, but sheâs just a young lady! She canât fight, and if she tried and she was hurt Iâdâ Iâd never forgive myself, and Wildâ why does heâ rrrgh!â
Hyrule harshly kicked a rock off into the woods, then sat down on a log with a hard thump.
He went silent, and Time cautiously joined his side, sitting beside him on the log when he made no move to stop him. They didnât speak for several moments, and Time looked up at the trees, most green, some yellow, a handful already turning to orange and red. A bright blue bird flew past, calling a short song into the air, and its mate answered off in the distance.
Hyrule sighed, and his shoulders abruptly slumped.
âI donât know why I hit him,â Hyrule whispered. âWeâve... it was a stupid argument. Things have just been so tense since Twi...â
He shook his head and stared at the ground, and Time slowly breathed out.
It was true. Their entire group had been on edge since Twilightâs brush with death, and apparently the tension was still as strong as ever despite his recovery. Enough to make two heroes that normally got on better than most of them to exchange blows.
Over Zelda of all things.
âI would bet that the champion feels similarly,â Time said quietly, Hyrule still staring at the ground. âYou may have hit him, but itâs quite obvious he hit you back, and I doubt he meant to go so far either.â
âMaybe. We were really going at it,â Hyrule mumbled, wiping more blood off his chin. âI donât know what came over me. He was being stupid, and I just couldnât... ugh.â
Hyrule slumped further over, and kicked at the leaves with his boot.
âDo you think he hates me?â he said, so quietly Time barely heard it.
Time sighed, then made sure Hyrule was looking when he shook his head âNo. Our champion has been hit by a lot worse than a punch. I doubt heâll hate you for a broken nose,â Time reassured, and Hyruleâs eyes went wide.
âDid I really break his nose?!â
âIt... looked that way,â Time admitted, and guilt rushed across Hyruleâs swelling face. âWe have plenty of potions, traveler, Iâm sure thereâs no permanent harm done.â
Hyrule looked away from him and nodded, though he still looked guilty. He suddenly sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, a strange mixture of emotions on his face.
âI hate this. I hate the shadow,â he whispered. âIf it wasnât for himâ I hate that Twilight almost died. If my spell hadnât workedâ it almost didnâtâ he...â
His voice died, and Hyrule swallowed as Timeâs stomach lurched unpleasantly.
Heâd been trying not to dwell on that night, but memories suddenly flooded his brain without his permission. Hyrule pushing and pushing and passing out from sheer exhaustion, Twilight pale as the moon outside as he clung weakly to life, Time staying up to watch the both of them as he weighed his ocarina in his hand, his eye fixed on Twilightâs chest, heart skipping a beat every time his breath hitched.
It had been days now, but the anxiety was still there, and Time hadnât realized just how much it had been affecting everyone else.
âTraveler, you did admirably,â Time said in a quiet voice, setting a hand on his arm. âDespite everything you managed to heal him, which was more than any of the rest of us could do. You saved Twilightâs life. And you have my eternal thanks for that.â
Hyruleâs face turned red for a reason besides injury, and he looked away as Time squeezed his shoulder.
âBut Twilight isnât the issue at the moment,â Time continued, setting aside his turbulent thoughts. âYou and Wild are. Your arguing is none of my business, but coming to blows is a real issue.â
âHe deserved it,â Hyrule said viciously, then wilted, sighing. âI know. I should... probably apologize.â
âThat seems wise,â Time agreed with a smile, and offered a hand to Hyrule. âShall we head back?â
Hyrule hesitated, and Time saw something flash in his gaze. âMaybe not... just yet,â he mumbled, and Time nodded.
âThat sounds fine. We should probably give him time to cool off further anyway. Our champion has quite the temper."
"He's not the only one, Hyrule admitted with a tiny smile.
Time and Hyrule spent a good hour just sitting there, listening to the woods and the tiny creek, not really talking much at all. Hyrule didnât heal himself or take the potion Time offered, but Time didnât press it. If he couldnât convince him to heal himself now, he was sure Legend or the captain could. Maybe even Wild, once they made up.
Which Time was confident would happen.
They'd better.
Right as the sun began to sink behind the tree trunks, Hyrule raised his head and stood, exhaling slowly. Time stood up as well, and they wordlessly headed back to camp, Hyrule staying quiet.
The walk seemed much shorter on the way back, and it wasnât long before they broke through the trees of the clearing where theyâd set up, six gazes flickering their way, a seventh staring at the ground. The silence stretched, and Wind quickly resumed the conversation heâd paused when Time and Hyrule had appeared, which made everyone get back to what theyâd been doing as well.
Time couldnât help studying Wild as everyone pretended things were normal, and he sighed.
Wildâs nose had obviously been taken care of, the blood cleaned from his face, but his chin had a bandage on it, and his nose looked a little red. He was crouched by the fire, ignoring Hyrule, and stirring some kind of soup that Time had smelled long before theyâd arrived. Twilight was sitting beside him, cutting off slices of warm bread, and Time gently clapped Hyrule on the shoulder before he went to go sit down.
Hyruleâs jaw worked for a moment as he stood in the middle of camp, and then he slowly walked over to Wild and Twilight, his hands fidgeting at his sides.
âDo you... need any help?â he asked, and though Wild didnât react, Twilight looked up, smiling at him.
âHere, you can finish slicing this,â he offered, handing Hyrule the bread and the knife. âYouâll probably get the pieces more even than me anyway.â
Hyrule hesitantly took them, and Twilight scooted over, making room for Hyrule between him and Wild. Hyrule to his credit didnât hesitate, sitting down without another word, though he left plenty of room between him and the champion.
Time watched them from his place beside Warriors, and the captain watched the two of them intently, obviously ready to get up at the slightest show of aggression. But Wild and Hyrule, despite only being a foot apart, were very effectively pretending the other wasnât there, Wild sprinkling salt in his soup, Hyrule methodically slicing bread.
Time watched Wild cook, the champion firmly keeping his head turned away from Hyrule, and he raised an eyebrow as he realized what kind of soup he was making. Hyruleâs gaze flickered to the pot as Wild tossed in some herbs, and he blinked, obviously realizing what Time just had.
Wild had made Hyruleâs favorite.
Hyrule swallowed, and he set the bread down onto a cloth, finished slicing it up.
âIâm sorry,â he said, so quietly Time barely made it out. Wild paused in his stirring, his hood effectively hiding his expression from the angle Time was sitting, and Windâs laugh at something Sky said felt out of place.
Wild slowly leaned over, taking something out of his pouch, and he carefully ladled hot soup into the bowl heâd grabbed.
Then he offered it to Hyrule.
Hyrule blinked, Twilight stilled beside him, and Time and Warriors watched in silence as he stared at the steam rising slowly from the bowl.
âMe too,â Wild whispered, his expression somehow miserable and awkward and exhausted all at the same time.
Hyrule gave him a wobbly smile and accepted the bowl, and though neither of them said anything further, it was like a fog had lifted off of their group. The mood instantly seemed to get lighter, and Warriors gave Time a relieved look.
Time returned it, and watched with a smile as Wild scooted closer to Hyrule, and the two began passing out food to everyone. They began quietly talking, and Time's smile grew as Hyrule blushed, and Wild grinned at something, tapping his nose.
Time stood up and got his own bowl, and watched the two of them carrying on like nothing had happened at all. Hyrule shot him a small smile as he walked over, and Time sat down beside Twilight, returning it as he casually slung an arm around his descendant.
Twilight leaned against him a little, and Time took a sip of soup, the warmth it sent to his stomach nothing compared to the warmth all around him.
#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu hyrule#lu time#lu Wild#lu twilight#whumptober#whumptober 2024#no.31#making amends#fic#writing from the floor#WAIIIIIIIILS IâM DONE I FINISHED IT#the pure sweet relief that has descended upon me#now I can go as au crazy as I like *deranged laughter*#this fic could be better I think but I really really was just done with it lol#hopefully itâs a nice enough ending to this disastrous month sdbdjddbdhdh
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YOUR GIRL-P.SUNGHOON
Summary:Ever since you were kids,your brother Jake ,you,and sunghoon had always grown to be a very close trio though they were a year ahead of you in school it didn't change anything among you three ,but since you joined high-school ,you started to realise you'd caught feelings for your bestfriend,and after you find out he had a girlfriend everything between you is always on rocky tides picking up fights over anything that is until one day everything changes ,could be for the better or for the worse
Contains:angst ,smut,fluff (if you squint you'll see)nsfw tags under cut
wc:3.7k
NOTE:This is my first fic ever on this app so I hope you enjoy guys :) and feel free to send me asks
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warning:unprotected sex(pls dont do this),nipple?breast play,making out,oral(mostly f receiving slightly m receiving),pet names(only baby i think),squirting,missionary and doggy positions,lmk if I forgot
You remember the first day you ever laid eyes on Sunghoon ,it was back when you were in 3rd grade and your older brother Jake was a year ahead of you in 4th grade and also a year older ,you were coming back home from school when you saw a moving truck parked in front of your neighbor's house ,you ignored it skipping to our house where outside you saw Jake talking to an unfamiliar boy who looked his age,"Hi Yunnie,what's going on and who's this" you said eyeing the shy boy curiously from head to toe and pointing towards the commotion going on in the compound next to ours."Oh hey little sis,we have new neighbors moving in a couple and their son ,this is the son,Sunghoon"The shy boy was obviously flustered out of being nervous as I could also tell he was quite the introvert ,youstuck your hand out offering a handshake and you smiled at him to which he smiled back,"Hi Sunghoon,I'm y/n but i will call you hoon your name is too long"you laughed then ran inside bidding them both goodbye as they kept talking and went inside to find your mom cooking so you helped her around for the dinner she'd planned with the Park family that evening ,about nearly time Sunghoon came over with his sister who you learned was yeji a very polite quiet girl and that night both our families bonded over dinner,that was day one of your frienship.
All 3 of you became completely inseperable from that day onwards .So you would all practically do everything together never leaving anyone out but it all started once they joined highschool and started acting different especially Jake,for instance since you had very busy parents who were rarely ever home and Jake had just turned into an adult he started wreaking havoc ,late night parties on school nights ,if not he was barely ever home but he still did his part as an older brother but ever since one night he lost his virginity when he had just turned 18 and you had just joined highschool you just couldn't see him the same anymore and ironically at the same exact time,you started catching feelings for sunghoon and it wasn't just the beginning you had noticed started seeing him different from a year earlier ,everytime you were around him your heart beat rose a little ,you would smile uncontrollably ,you would blush for NO reason at all,but you remembered what you were and there was no way he would ever see you how you saw him ,you were just like his little sister to him as if he had not made it obvious enough these mixed up feelings made you confused and scared but also angry,and you decided to blame him for all of this,why did he have to always pull the little sister card on you? and you had had enough of it so you decided you would get him off your mind and erase him from your life,all these thoughts fueled by anger.
That following whole week you left early for school everyday without lettng jake or sunghoon know,jake wasnt all the much bothered but sunghoon sure was,oneday after a week of successfully avoiding them or ore so avoiding sunghoon you were preparing for a class before checking the time on your phone
Just as you put your phone in the locker someone appears behind you,"hey y/n" you turn around to find sunghoon and your face drops "oh hi"you reply back as dry as you can
"C'mere" He says as he leads you to an empty corridor,"Sunghoon let go of me I don't think your girlfriend would like seeing this,and you know how stuff spreads in this school it will reach her",you try pulling your hand out of his grasp,"I know but this is important"he says as he turns to you taking ahold of both yourhands,"Ah what is it?",he bit his lip in concentration looking away before taking a deep breathe and looking at you again ,deep into your eyes, It felt like he was piercing daggers into your skull,"I've been meaning to ask you.."He says "Why've you been avoiding me and acting off for the past week" you raise your eyebrows at him before scoffing and looking away,"you're really asking me this and you have a girlfriend Park sunghoon?"
He was visibly shocked you'd never called him by his two names let alone his full name,"Why not? We've always been close even when I didn't have a girlfriend.. why is it suddenly a big deal now I have a girlfriend..?",you laughed before staring him dead in the eye"You really asking me that?,what do you think sunghoon why do you think I'm doing this huh?"he looked confused and couldn't figure it out and that just made your anger boil more and you got frustrated,"No just no",you move away from him frustrated,"Why are you being like this..?"he says, taking a step forward for every step you take back,","Wait.. we're not done with this conversation yet..!"you roll your eyes at him,"Ugh leave me alone for heaven's sake",you pull harshly at your hand, "I will once you explain this..!" he says, his hold on your wrist getting a little tighter,"Sunghoon let the fuck go of me"He doesn't let go, gripping tighter on your wrist"Stop acting so stubborn and listen to me!" He pinned you against the wall after saying that,"I'll give you 5 minutes to talk park,just five "Fine.." he says with a huff, still keeping you pinned against the wall "But if you're doing this, then you need to listen to me.."He sighs and looks you in the eye"Why are you avoiding me and acting so damn different..?"you closed your eyes trying to calm myself down to not burst out at him but ended up doing it anyway,"Maybe cause I fucking liked you but you were too blind to see that just pulling the little fucking sister card on me every damn time"His eyes widen a bit hearing what you said, he was completely caught off guard and suddenly felt awful"You.. you liked me..?,"you scoff at his shock,"Yes liked as in past tense and it's over if anything you're nothing to me now",you feel him tense"y/n...",I scoff,"what, park",I bite back ,"I liked you too....",your annoyed smirk dropped,"you what-",suddenly he abruptly let go of you,"shit I uhm need to go do something," before you could even respond he ran off,still in a daze you fell to the floor and stared at the ground,"i shouldnt have done that now ive probably ruined evrything between us that was there",you said to yourself,you left to go home where you found Jake getting ready,"where you going jake ?",he briefly smiled at you before responding "Party at yeonjun's he told me to invite you ,if you would like to come",i nodded in understanding before he said,"If you decide to get ready when sunghoon is gonna come over tell him I'm not around if he can to take you to the party," youjust nodded and with a brief pat on the head he left.
you had 2 hours to the party and was feeling a little risky and needed someone to get myyour mind off of sunghoon tonight you decided to wear the sluttiest dress you ever owned which was a thigh high minidress with a slit through the side to right below the hip and some spaghetti straps which exposed her collarbones ,after a finishing touch of make up you decided that was the look you'd be going for ,you still had an hour left to kil so you decided to just scroll through your phone when you heard the doorbell ring,"oh sunghoon,hi",he hesitated a bit before replying,"hey y/n jake's gone right?",youlooked at him confused,"uh yeah,"he closed the door behind him and took of his shoes,hung his jacket on the coat hanger before walking towards you,"thats perfect then..,"he was still walking towards you while you backed away,"S-sunghoon w-what are you doing",he didnt answer but kept walking towards you till he pinned me against the wall,staring down at you with an intense yet soft and dark gaze,while you looked up at him confused,"H-hoon-",he put his finger on your lip to keep you quiet finger slightly lingering there so were his eyes,"i wanna show you how much i truly do love you,that girl you sawme with? she was just a distraction to me from you cause baby i thought about you day and night and knowing how wrong this was because of our friendship i wanted to avoid it but fuck baby i just cant get my mind off of you ,you know that?you make me go crazy baby,will you let me prove my love for you because i love you so damn much y/n?",you was shocked by his confession and couldnt even find words to respond,you just smiled up at him and nodded,then you felt him lean down,he leaned his forehead against yourd and your crackhead self decided to crack a joke,"Guess there was never an intention for a party huh?",he chuckled in his deep voice and the mini you in your head did cartwheels,"oh baby we'll have a party of our own right here",with that he trailed his other hand up my side and rested it at my waist.
"Kiss me hoon",he smirked as if he was waiting for those words,"your wish is my command baby,"with that his lips met you could've moaned at just the feeling of his soft plump lips on mine but held it in but when he bit your lip you audibly moaned and he pulled back and smirked,"you sound so fucking beautiful baby i need to hear more of those pretty moans",you blushed and looked away at his words before he held your chin and turned you to face him,he had this smug smirk you just wanted to wipe off his lips,"how about we go to your room baby its gonna be a long night,"you internally blushed core throbbing with longing,somehow losing your ability to speak around him,"o-okay,"his hands went under your ass lifting you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist and he started kissing you again this time,wrapping your hands around his neck ,fingers tugging at his hair and deepening the kiss it got rougher and rougher and before you knew it you both reached your room and continued making out against the wall he bit your lip again inserting his tongue in your mouth as your tongues fought ,it was messy but none of you was in the right mind to care.
He then set you down,"strip for me baby,"he then went and sat at the edge of the bed watching you with such a piercing gaze you felt youtself shudder before you reached for the strap of your dress pulling it down,then the same on the other side,but you weren't wearing a bra and suddenly felt shy and couldn't move on further,he noticed you hesitate and stood up walking towards you,"Did i make you uncomfortable baby-"you shut him up kissing him abruptly before responding,"no,i want you to take it off yourself",he let out a shaky breath,"oh baby the things you do to me,"he pulled you towards the bed laying you down and was about to lean in again before you put your hand on his chest,"hoonie take this off please"you started unbuttoning his shirt before he stood on his knees and took it off himself before leaning back down kissing your lips briefly and started trailing hot kisses down ,across your jaw ,down your neck down to your collarbone while you arched your back up into the air your chest making contact with his hard one while you moaned uncontrollably before you felt him pull the dress down leaving pecks teasingly around your hardened peaks while looking up at you tracing his tongue around your nipple before finally engulfing it making you let out a moan of relief as he sucked on one breast , his hand massaging the other breast flicking your nipple with his pointer finger ,the aching in your core just intensifed more and more before he finally left your breasts,"hoonie want your cock in me please,"you whimpered,"oh baby ill give it to you wanna taste your pretty pussy first hm?,"you felt scared now no one had ever eaten you out before,"h-hoon what if it tastes weird what if you dont like it-" he shut you up with his finger on my lips shaking his head disapprovingly,before pulling down the rest of your dress,together with your panties.
Once fully bare he spread your legs loudly groaning at the sight,"oh baby how have you been hiding this pretty lil' pussy from me huh?"you couldnt even respond before he was already leaning down licking a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit ,gathering your juices,before circling the bundle of nerves with his tongue while you were writhing beneath him,"fuck hoonie yes please-",he smirked slurping messily before teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue,"please what baby,tell me what you want",you couldn't even form words but i tried,"your f-fingers please hoonie,"he didn't need to be told twice before he slid one finger inside me slowly pumping it in and out curling them just right,"m-more.."you managed to squeak out,"you sure you can take more baby?"you nodded frantically and he added another finger setting a pace pumping them in and out quickly,"hoonie m'gonna cum ngh",he chuckled,"falling apart this fast on my fingers makes me wonder hw long you'll last on my cock baby,go ahead cum on my fingers"feeling the knot in my stomach loosen as you came down from your high,"you okay baby?",you nodded before spreading your legs wider,"fuck me hoonie.."you whimpered.
You heard him inhale sharply before taking of his pants togetherwith his boxers and you saw how big and achingly hard his pretty cock was ,angry red tip with precum glistening at the top decorated with pretty veins you wanted to lick along,but that would be for another day,he then positioned himself between your legs,"ready baby?"you nodded while taking a deep breathe before you felt his tip poke through your entrance and the feeling was like no other,you never pictured yourself letting out such a pornographic moan but even he seemed satisfied with it because he smirked,then he went all the way in before pulling back out and slamming right back in ,he started thrusting fucking in balls deep in an unforgiving pace,"S-shit hoonie so good,"he kept fcking into you without a break,lifting your leg over his shoulder making his tip poke at that exact place that made your legs shake,"yeah baby?....you wanna cum so soon?...i feel you clenching around me baby ,fuck yeah milk my cock dry?"you felt your high approaching fast,"hoon gonna-"he suddenly flipped you onto all fours fucking at an unrelentless pace the new position making him hit deeper to places you never discovered with just your fingers ,he pulled you up your back against his chest as he kept fucking into you nonstop one had coming to your breast pinching and twisting your nipple while the other went south towards your clit circling it in fast circles,"hoon something feels different ngh"you weren't sure if it was good or bad but he kept going and all of a sudden it went black and you felt his thrusts slow down and when you opened my eyes a few seconds later it was wet everywhere,"fuck baby that was so hot you squirted,"you blushed out of embarrasment then remembered ,"hoon you havent-"he chuckled bringing his hand to his cock pumping it extremely fast to get him off while you just watched in awe at the sight infront of you before he came making a mess over yourpussy and fell on top of you catching his breath.
a few minutes later he stood up to get a towel from my bathroom wiping you clean and himself before he got you a shirt and put on his boxers crawling into bed with you leaving small pecks all over your face as your eyes slowly shut,"i love you baby,"you smiled at his words before replying,"i love you to hoonie"then you both fell asleep and that was probably the best sleep you ever had.
safe to say jake and giselle had a lot of questions the next morning when they walked in on you giving hoon the suck of his life
THE END~
(This hasn't been proofread as I had a really bad headache whilst writing so please ignore the errors)
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Hellows...we needs more star sanses! Requesting for these beautiful skeles in a first meeting with a fem reader, but they kinda bumped and accidentally kissed each other. UwU
pls. take ur time and take care of yourself too đ
I'm Sorry, got stressed that ink's part didn't get saved and never touched this again- I'M SORRY TRAVELER!!
Featuring: Dream, Blue and Ink.
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Blue
"Shit shit shit I'm late!"
You breathe heavily while running as fast as you could, you've woken up an hour later than normal, trying to get to the cafe you work in as fast as possible, this has happened before and your boss was not happy about it. You were barely even awake, since your vision was a bit dizzy from not eating breakfast and rushing, that you didn't even see the skeleton with a blue cape in your way, bumping into him and falling down.
You let out a squeak as you felt his chest hit yours, his teeth against your lips, a short kiss that you quickly broke by moving your body up, facing the monster's empty sockets as a darkish shade of blue spread all over his face.
"I'm so so so so sorry sir!!" H-here, let me help you out.."
As you got up, you extended your hand towards the unknown skeleton, which he grabbed as support to get up, passing his hands on his clothes to try and get some dust off.
"Uuh... Thanks..."
When he looked back, you were no longer standing in front of him, it took him a while to see you in a crowd running inside his favorite cafe..
Dream
Another day, another room to clean... You were taken by Nightmare as a maid, not that you had any better choice since between old guys who'd give you a tight, sexualized uniform plus giving you glares and staring at your private parts and the king of negativity who'd let you live on the palace and give you a good enough payment + an actual proper maid uniform, you didn't have to think twice, did you?
"Huh? What was that noise?"
You turned your head around not seeing anyone, yet the sound of a vase breaking certainly caught your attention, maybe it was killer and dust fighting? No.. they were on a mission.. maybe one of Killer's cats decided to roam the place and broke something? Well, whatever it was, you were the one that needed to clean it anyways.
Your footsteps echoed though the hallway, you signed seeing the broken glass on the floor, quickly grabbing your broom and sweeping it to the trash, yet you almost didn't hear heavy breathing since a figure ended up bumping into you full force, throwing both him and you on the ground, your lips smashing into his for seconds before he lifts himself up.
"Oh gosh, I'm so so so sorry! We need to get you out of this place!"
You look at him with a confused expression as he grabs your hands, lifting you up too.
"Uhh... Sir I work here.."
"What?"
"Dreamy boy come back here!"
Killer's voice was heard from the distance, the unknown skeleton looked back and started running, disappearing on the halls as you see both Killer and Dust run past you with a knife and bones on their hands.
"There isn't a normal day in this godman Castle.."
Ink
It was a beautiful day outside, birds were singing, flowers were blooming, on days like this, humans like you... Were walking home with groceries bags on your hands.
It didn't take long for you to get home, you lived some minutes from the market anyway. You unlock the door with the key, placing the bags down on the kitchen table and begin to unpack, organizing everything in their designed places.
"Fuck I forgot the eggs."
You sign, hitting your forehead with your hand as you turn around, ready to leave, were the eggs necessary now? Not really. Then why did you go to the store again? Because you knew you'd forget about them the next time.
The cashier looks at you confused and holds back a giggle when he sees you carrying the box of eggs on your hands, scanning your card and asking if you want a bag, which you decline, it's just some eggs, they really aren't that heavy, he smiles and wishes you a good day for the second time.
You were getting close to your house, you smiled, thinking about getting back in your pj's and watching cartoons all day, or maybe playing some video games..
Your thoughts are quickly interrupted by a skinny skeleton running against you, bumping into your body making you trip and fall, his teeth ended up pressed against your lips, yet the kiss was broken quickly as he lifted himself off you.
"Heh, not even taking me to dinner first?"
He giggles as you look to your right, seeing the eggs cracked open on the stone ground.
"My eggs!! Fuck now I'll have to go back to the store again..."
You mumbled touching the open box ripped on the ground, you turn your head to look at the man, yet in his place was a note and a 5 dollar bill.
'Sorry there!' was written on the piece of paper, leaving you with five dollars and already a bad start to your morning.
#sans x reader#undertale#undertale au#sans au#sans undertale#sans#x reader#star sanses#dream sans x reader#dream sans#underswap sans x reader#swap sans x reader#swap sans#ink sans x reader#inktale#ink sans
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[various!pjo x child of urania!reader]
CHAPTER ONE : stargazing...petty fights... weird guy who smells of sewer water.
SUMMARY : in typical sibling fashion, your half-sister forces you to engage in bonding activities to get closer to your godparent. however it's 1am, and gods? they never cared anyways.
YOUR SISTER WAS A WEIRD PERSON, or rather your "half-sister" was the epitome of whimsical shook into a bottle rapidly to create a highly-superstitious woman.
You could say she was obsessed or in her own terminology - a "passionate" astrologer who's hands were blessed by Urania's knowledge of the cosmos. (As she uttered in her theatrical matter, in front of the Hermes table. You wished with clutched hands that Zeus should strike her down with his fearsome lightning.)
Yet, in your own terminology she was a nerd who loved the stars too much she'd disintegrate herself if it ever decides to come near her vicinity. (both literally and metaphorically)
She'd wake you up in the chill-breeze of dawn, hands slapping at your sweat-filled forehead (because being squeezed in the Hermes cabin is definitely anything but cold). Her fingers gesturing to the destroyed window, (a polite gift of the Stolls) with excitement coursing over her star-speckled eyes. With drowsiness choking you by the brain, fogging everything that hurls out of her mouth - the only thing it can make out is your name.
"The constellations!" She sputtered, words spilling from her chapped lips. "They're clearer!"
"Uh...clear, cool. Woah."
"Oh my Olympus," she sighs knocking at your head, "It means Urania is giving us a sign! We need to talk to her or something!"
"Why does it matter if she..." you paused, shifting your crumpled blanket closer to your body. "Or Urania makes the constellations clearer? You know the gods don't care at all. Making up for neglect isn't making stars clearer or whatever." Rolling your eyes, flopping yourself back on the floor.
With a whine of your name, she smacks you (like she always does) "That's our mom, you have to respect her."
"That's a god." You spit out, "She's probably out there creating more half-siblings to cramp us in this cabin."
"I hope she makes better siblings than you." She huffed, her arms crossed.
"You'll just betray me like that? I was joking, you were supposed to say you're the best ever!"
She gives you a look of disgust, her head shaking rapidly. "In a hypothetical sense, you're doing the betraying here."
You gave an awkward cough, eyes shifting away from her face. With a stiff laugh, you murmured under your breath. "In Capture the Flag... maybe?"
She tilts her head, your words processing in her mind. "Huh- wait! You're not teaming up with me?"
"Well, I wanna win for once."
"You think Clarisse will make you win?" She raises her brows, her face scanning over you like it was a joke.
"Better than be dunked in the toilet that's for sure..."
"We had a plan!"
"I barely have anything to do there," you shake your head, putting the blanket over your head. "It's probably Annabeth saying that Athena always has a plan." Replicating Annabeth's confident tone to perfection as you utter the phrase. "I am practically dummy bait for Clarisse either way."
Your ears pick up on her groan, her back hitting the wall with a loud thump. Under the covers, you shift to turn away. Your mind was on desperate measures, forcing itself to shut off - away from your half- sister's insistent pleads. The thin sheets you slept yourself on was better than lying on prickled grass, the hurls of harpies screaming in the distance, paired with the stories your sisterâs would wander about was anything but delightful.
"Just let me sleep," you tell through muffled sheets, moving around the tight space.
"You're so difficult." She murmurs in exasperation, almost tired. "I'm just trying to get us closer, that's what she..." Her tone falters, like the next words were impossible for her to voice out.
You hear the deep breaths she takes in, the sigh she releases - even a clink of the necklace Urania gifted her. The subtle movement of the blanket tells her that you're prodding the next things she'll say, eager to listen.
"Oh," you finally hear her voice after the moments of silence, you find yourself shifting closer to her.
"Oh, i'm sorry Peter," she utters in a soft manner, "Did we wake you?"
Who the hell is Peter?
In a sudden movement, you fling your blanket off. Head emerging from the soft comforts of your dingy pillow to face whoever decided to join the conversation. You swore, there was never a Peter unless it was a spirit that decided to wander in the dead of dawn. But, you also know that your half-sister couldn't see ghosts. You were sure that in the entirety of Camp, only one person could do that - the cabinmate beside you whose snores irritated your ears.
Your head turns to the person, like a crane cranked up in slow motion. Your vision clearing up, the blurred figure of the person fully coming into view.
Ohh, so that's Peter.
You turn to your sibling, then back to him as your memory tries to recollect on who he was. Eyes looking over his closed off form - he's a bit close, you think. His sea-breezed hair has been swept by the constant turns in his sleep (he's restless as well, why were you beside two annoying sleepers?)
He was reminiscent of men who spent their summers lazing in the warm sands, letting the grains supple over their bodies. A man that looked like he thrived with the waves splashing in their hair and the chemical smell of sunscreen that heâd pile on endlessly. You wouldnât be surprised if his godparent was a related to water (if Poseidon still had children, he'd be top one) or his whoever his parent was, mustâve been an avid surfer.
But, you wished he smelled like the fresh seas or of summer's refreshing taste. Instead a vague scent of rotten sewer water invaded your senses, as you shook your head. Meeting the gaze of your sibling once again, a common understanding of apologizing to him came over the two of you - his squinted eyes seemed to tell you he was irritated.
You sighed, resting your head against the creaking walls (does Chiron even have enough budget to fix this, you wonder) "Sorry Peter, we didn't mean to - "
"It's Percy." He clears up with a rather deadpan tone, his arms clutched around a rather curved object. "Can you tone it down?"
You share a look with your sister. "We're sorry, we'll quiet down."
"Will you?" He questions, hold tightening on the object in his arms. Youâre pretty sure that comment was meant to jab at you two, hearing your sister mutter something inaudible.
A few awkward glances is shared between the three of you, the sudden creak of the floorboard disrupts the moment. The shuffles of your sister's footsteps is heard within the empty cabin, all you can do is observe her movements, her body reaching over to a corner.
Rustling is heard from a distance, bunches of papers being smashed into one thing. The heavy thuds of books, she stuffs countless books about astronomy (that she probably let Travis steal from the camp's store) pencils that seem to clack at every moment, pens scattered with vast colors. She slings the filled bag over her shoulder, as she faces the window, fingers nimbly opening the creak. Then with a soft breath, she turns to you two - her mouth moving in a familiar manner. She's ran away from too much cramped sleeping beds in the dead of night for you to immediately understand her.
Donât tell Luke.
With a lazy nod, you shoo her away - an action that makes her mouth quirk up, a little "you'll pay if you snitch" emerging from her tongue. Then in a blink you find her figure blending into the starry sky, the stars seeming to twinkle a bit brighter when she did.
"Does she do that often?" Percy asks with a tilt of his head. "Isn't that, against the rules?"
"Well," you trail off with an awkward smile. "Rules never bothered her, really."
"The harpies?"
"She's good at avoiding them," shrugging him off. "Got a collection of their feathers, weirdly enough."
Percy doesn't say another word, noticing the chest set beside you â overflowing with the collection.
The nightly-air washes over your body, dancing around you playfully. Itâs cool, different from the compacted warmth that Hermesâ cabin offered behind the doors. Leaning your head on the window-still, you see the glowing splatters of the stars glint in your sight. It contrasts against the abyss, like it usually does without fail - despite your reluctance, you do admit it was ethereal.
âAh, it is clearer,â you mumble in defeat, eyes taking in the constellations that appeared within the etched sky.
Your breath awes at the different collection of constellations that pooled beneath. Immediately catching the bright gleams of common constellations ranging from the Zodiacs, drifting over to beam at Cassiopeia. You stop your observations for a moment, with a furrowed brow. Your dart your eyes to the seemingly duller shine of stars that mixed to create another picture - eyes widening at the newly found connection.
"Perseus," you whisper amongst the silence, awe filling your body - it gleamed beautifully. It took over half of the field, completely stealing the show â a rare constellation appearing?
"Excuse me?" a voice calls out within the silence, confusion evident in their tone. You flinch at the intrusion, seeing Percy look at you with a pursed lip.
"Perseus, the constellation?" Pointing to the sky above, connecting the brightest stars together to show him the picture. âYou know, the Greek hero?â
"I know," he states, when you blink you find a presence settled beside you. He's close, you think, the proximity has your mind jump. He focuses his sights on the sky before him. His breath stutters unevenly, you see his throat almost bobble up â his face is a mix of everything. It's dull mostly â like the constellation isn't something he awed at. "Slayed Medusa, saved the princess, happy ending, all that." He spits out, a hard edge to his tone.
"Not a fan, huh?" you tease with a glint of mischief, hugging your knees close to your chest. "Me too," you confess, burying yourself deeper in your knees. "Heroes with a happy ending, seems weird."
"Yeah, real weird," he croaks out, his tone slightly pitched up âlips quivering when he continues to stare.
You observe him quietly, how he clings tight to the material close to him. Hugs it like it's the only warmth, the comfort he's had â it resembles how a child sticks to his mother. It makes your chest tight, your hands clammy.
With a little sigh, your body finds itself shifting closer to him. You come shoulder-to-shoulder to him, his warmth ever so present.
"Man, you do hate him huh?" you utter with a surprised tone, fiddling with your blanket. Bumping his shoulder in a light manner, you linger a bit long. "Don't worry, he doesn't show up all the time," you inform him softly, hoping it'll lift up whatever anger he has directed to him. "You'll mostly find common ones, like the Big Dipper or Cassiopeia here â just don't look too hard and Perseus won't show."
"No," he interrupts you, his eyes back at yours. The closeness has you forced to stare into his pierced gaze â it's clouded almost, like seas crashed with storms and overlapped. "No, I don't hate him."
"Then what?"
"It's just weird," he whispers. "We share a name, I find it weird."
"Perseus?" With a raised brow, you tilt your head. "You share a name with him? Perseus? Who named you that?"
He takes a second to register your question, yet his breath hitches â almost stopping his lungs from functioning.
"My mom," he rasped out, a heavy sigh ; the confession a burden to vocalize. There is a crack entering his words, mourning coloring his very body. The object he's been embracing the whole time is tighter than before, you can see the outline. Curved and pointed, a minotaur horn which was penetrating itself in his chest â he does not stop ; he continues to press deeper.
Oh.
Minotaur horn, Percy, mother.
Minotaur horn, Percy, mother.
Minotaur horn, Percy, mother...
Then, it finally clinks in your mind ; an echo of previous events emerge within. It's him. You knew of him in the rumors that spread by both campers or by the satyrs who's hands tended the stables. The tale of a new camper brought in the hazing storm, killing the famed minotaur with brute strength â his endeavour marked by the remnant of the horn held by his hands. It was a story that'd be etched in the stars, you imagine the giddy smile your sister wore when she heard of it.
A new legend, she sputters with excitement. A story that the constellations will love.
But, your mind did not think of "legends" or the myth in a making. The boy before you, who's blanket was not neat, who's eyes started to water a bit, and choked with the overwhelming pressure of learning of his heritage â he looked too human to you.
The creation of a legend is never beautiful, it is from harsh treatment â to be attacked mercilessly of battles that the gods force you in.
You were aware of that, every demigod was.
So when you hid yourself deep in the vines that hugged the White House, hearing the worried murmurs and rabid shuffle of pinochle ; hearing news about the newest recruit. Your heart becomes heavy. Grover's tone is shaky, the tin cans that clattered as it crunched underneath his mouth. His reporting is messy, unclear, the quiet sniffles interrupt it from the clarity.
What about his mother? He quietly voices out, it is silent. Mr. D doesn't have some snarky comment nor does Chiron bring out any advice like he'd always do. What are we gonna say about his mom? Grover says, filled with desperation â it's coarse, demanding.
She's gone. He cries out, his tone is weighed in by grief ; a failure, he thinks of himself. The way how utters the words is so similar, bringing you to a moment years ago.
You try to shake off the previous events, focusing on Percy.
"Your mom," you repeat, careful to say it with caution. "She... she must've been cool to name you that."
"She was," he answer back, his tone softer. "She was the best, actually," he whispers tenderly. You feel your chest tighten at how he mentions her. He has a little smile on his face, how his dullness is now shining at every moment he thinks of her positively. He parades his memory of his mother like a cherished gift, a woman he never wants to ever forget.
You never thought it was possible to think of your own mother that way, to hold her tightly to your heart.
You give him a reassuring nod, taking in the softness that surrounded him briefly.
"Hm," you hummed, fingers playing amongst the gathering dust at the window. "Naming you after Perseus, names are pretty strong thing here, you know?"
"Grover said the same thing," he says confused. "When I almost said Diony â Mr. D's real name. What's that about?"
"Uh, my sister says it kind of seals your destiny," you trail off. "If you're named after something, your fate's gonna be written out for you." But you put a shushing motion to your mouth, "I don't believe whatever she says â she's ultra superstitious, really. It might be her fear-mongering again."
"But," you continue. "Your mother must've loved you a lot for you to be named after a hero who gets a happy ending."
He squints his eyes, wondering what you were trying to imply.
"If we do take my sister's words, she wants a happy ending for you," you say slow, thinking of how to convince him. "Then you should follow that destiny, let yourself reach a happy ending that you want," you ramble off to him, hoping he'd listen. "I mean, that's why you were brought here? You must've felt outcasted, like most of us â and now, you're not different anymore, you're just you."
You take a breather, the next words crashing on you. "That's something happy isn't it? To finally be with people who understand, â here you don't have to be scared. You can do everything without fear of judgement."
"Will I?" he spoke in a hushed tone, insecurity evident. "I mean, I did get dunked in a toilet first day in, very welcoming." He uses a sarcastic tone, the displease is displayed loudly.
That alone makes you laugh, "So Clarisse did that to you, that's why you smell weird."
"H-huh, I don't..." leaning down to sniff a part of his clothes, "I wasn't even wet by the toilet water!"
You were a bit stunned at his claims, shaking it off quickly. "Well I can still smell it!"
"Are you messing with me?"
"Well, we are in the Hermes cabin, try guessing," you cheekily reply, using your elbow to nudge him. He playfully shoves you off with a huff, making you smile.
"It's hard to read your face â it's a blurred mix," he scoffs at your words.
"Blurred mix? That's a new one," you expressed amusement, shaking your head. "Has camp been mentioning that again?"
"Well, it's not a joke, it is kinda blu â"
"Well, since you faced Clarisse's toilet ritual" you cut off his words, reaching out to pat his shoulder. "You definitely will, you'll belong here just fine."
You'll belong here just fine.
Percy pauses, your hands still placed on him â you flinch, immediately removing it. He mulls over your words, blooming something within him â you think that after being kicked out almost every year, that he'll never find a place to be. Everywhere he steps in, trouble catches up and is ready to grab his collars and sink him deeper into the pits.
To himself, he is an outcast â he has never belonged, he is the kid a Nancy Bobofit like-persona would pick on every chance, the weird kid who couldn't do well in school. A trouble-maker who'd burdened everyone.
Yet, Camp Half-blood entered his life â and everyone shares the same story. He isn't alone anymore, he's not different, he's everyone else â just like he'd dream.
Okay, I'll belong here, just fine. Percy thinks deep inside, giving you a half-smile. A shared silence falls between you two, turning your attention back to the beaming stars. You hear a stifled yawn beside you, Percy body sways like the calm winds â sleepiness overcoming his every being.
He crawls back, uttering a curt goodnight. His snores now adding on to the never-ending piles of sleepy campers â it's annoying, but it's starting to lull you to your own sense of slumber.
"Goodnight, Percy," you reply back, already finding his body deep within the covers. You observe how his face flinches, before coming down to a little smile - he was thinking of his mom. You come closer to his side.
"May the stars guide you,"Â you whisper, it's unfamiliar on your tongue. It better suits your sister, however you wished the words wrapped the nightmares that plagued him. It worked when your sister uttered them when you tossed and turned at sleepless nights, gentle hands soothing you down.
You pray to that the boy beside you, who's face shone brightly at the mention of his mother. That he would not succumb to the horrors being a demigod would bring him. The grief that weighed on your , the flashes of other campers before him, who crumbled under the gods.
Do they even care?
You hope they will, someday. Turning over to observe the brightest star, a speckle of hope in your heart.
"Goodnight..."
Your voice halts at what you want to say next - "mom." Shaking your head, you return the blanket over your heaving chest.
"You really did make the stars nicer," you blurt out, a tinge of frustration in your tone. "It's not that bad." you snicker mockingly, hoping it'll anger her a bit.
Maybe, if you squinted hard enough, the star twinkled back for a brief moment. Urania's weird way of scolding, you wished - but the gods never cared, do they?
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
first chapter done! wohoo, hope you enjoyed this is the first ever book i've written and decided to post so im shy, hehe... reblogs and comments are HIGHLY appreciated, would love to gain insight on how to improve this story -- so any beta reader who can give me advice thank you!
also i lowkey bawled because I DELETED A GOOD PORTION OF THIS FIC I HAD TO REWRITE IT AUGHHH.
fun fact : the camper who can see ghosts is actually another reader insert i plan to release, someday :0! (try to guess who's their godparent is)
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lover's quarrel
#if theres one thing im gonna do its make my otp fight <3#what were they fighting over? you guys decide.#nhs: JUST GO IDC!!! also nhs: wtf he actually left me???#mdzs#sangcheng#mo dao zu shi#nie huaisang#jiang cheng#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation#mine
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Ok I'm thinking about kabuto backstory again and thinking about how unfair and fucked up it all is like
> be Danzo
> threaten local orphanage mother into returning to being a spy (by threatening the kids there)
> force them to send One Kid too because he "lost a man" while obtaining the intel he's threatening her to spy over (the kid is Kabuto, who volunteered bc he overheard them threatening the mother over this) (Danzo knows he overheard)
> train kabuto to be a spy while orphanage mother is off on her long spy job as well
> bait spy mom with the promise of keeping kabuto safe to keep her agreeing to work with you
> decide they both are too good at their jobs (????) Of being spies (that work for you?????)(they've been loyal this whole time????) So they're too dangerous and both need to die
> keep mom and kid away from each other as kid grows up
> literally DOCTOR FAKE PHOTOS of the kid growing up to make it seem like he looks totally different now???? So she won't recognize him?????
> give her the assassination assignment of killing the Real Kabuto (who she won't recognize) so they'll kill each other
> whoops, Kabuto survived and killed her instead, oh well at least Orochimaru's watching him now
I'm just like. How fucked up is it to threaten these people into working as spies for you "for the good of Konoha", and then decide that these people (who have given NO INDICATION of intending to betray Konoha) are too good at being spies and thus Too Dangerous and should be killed for it. But no he can't just kill them in a normal way. He had to manufacture an entire scenario so that they'd kill EACH OTHER while making the mom not recognize him (with the express purpose of breaking the kid's spirit) like BROOOOOO I know you ordered the whole Uchiha clan to be massacred (conducting genocide for the sake of 'peace') actually now that I think about it he ordered this of itachi. Ordered him to kill his own family. Of course Danzo would get off on making a mother and son kill each other "for the good of Konoha" he's almost fucking cartoon villain level of horrible past the point of logic EXCEPT there really are people this awful that have existed. Plenty of them. And they have also justified it as being "for the good of [nation]" like that's the Thing, he's a war hungry nationalist that has decided He Knows Best so he's going to fuck up SO many people's lives, up to and including his own damn citizens!!!! And this bitch thinks he deserves to be kage?!?!?! Fucking Hiruzen letting him run wild like this. He knew Danzo was stealing children and indoctrinating them into a murder cult (where, keep in mind, he purposefully raises kids in pairs so they view each other as family AND THEN ORDERS THEM TO KILL EACH OTHER)(AGAIN!!!! with the family killing, what is his PROBLEM) but Hiruzen just let it fucking happen. Spineless fucking piece of shit. He fucked Naruto up he fucked Orochimaru up he fucked up Royally with Danzo like come ONNNNNNNNNN
Rattling the bars of my cage rn at how awful Danzo is and how he was able to just. DO THIS???? I know the bitch is dead but he's not dead enough. Give me the glock.
#speculation nation#fanny watches naruto#sorry im just losing my mind over this. this changes EVERYTHING with kabuto#and you know i already hated danzo so much. but i just now realized his fucking obsession with making family members kill each other#it's probably for the sake of 'killing their emotions' which he sees as necessary to become a good ninja (*cough* a good tool for the state)#im kicking danzo's head in as we speak. the skull. or whatever was left after he exploded. probably nothing much actually.#it's not good enough I NEED TO KILL HIM SO BADDDDD HE NEEDS TO BE DOUBLE DEAD TRIPLE DEAD#QUADRUPLE OR PERHAPS EVEN INFINITY DEAD.#sets up an infinite time loop of me killing Danzo just to make sure hes super super super super dead#YELLING SCREAMING I HATE DANZO SO MUCHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!#honestly as much as i loved sasuke killing danzo i wish itd happened later.#bc danzo's stinky fingers were in so many pies. he was set up as this horrible mastermind#and then he dies... what... 2/5ths into shippuden?? and what do we have now. cringefail sadboy decided to kill the world for his fantasies?#weird alien goddess?? bc all the world's struggles were clearly bc of an alien instead of any human fault???? or something?????#idk i havent gotten that far yet. but thats what ive gathered from online.#for as wonderful of characters as kishimoto writes he really isnt that great at overall plot.#compelling world. fascinating interactions. cool fights and mechanics.#unfortunately he set up a guy to be a big bad and he died before even halfway through and now we have to watch several hundred episodes#of the most Ninjas One Upping Each Other In Make Believe plotlines ever#like the 'i hit you' 'well i have a shield that blocks hits' 'well i hit you with a sword that cuts through anything'#'well i cast a spell before you hit me that makes me invulnerable to attacks' etc etc COME ON MAN it gets so BORING.#i miss the good old days of sakura fighting sasori. now shes sidelined to the medic tents bc shes a poor vulnerable medic or w/e#idk some parts of this is cool. but so much of it is unsatisfying. like the bijuu battle??? come on.#naruto making friends with kurama was great. the fight with all the jinchuuriki was pretty boring.#like come on this is supposed to be a Big Deal. aaaand what do we have now? another fucking bijuu bomb.#oh wait theyre all casting the bijuu bomb together!!! no worries naruto is making a bijuu bomb of the same exact size#so they counteract and shoot into the stratosphere and theres a Big Boom! wow! so original!#yawn. yawn especially at the madara vs kages fight. at least im enjoying the uchiha bros vs kabuto fight.
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Knives when he sees vash
#Trigun loveblog#heres something to make you Angry#i like thwt vash gets so mad when he sees his brother ... having a brother is like having s guy walking around with the nuclear codes for#making you angry. fighting with each other ... theyre genuinely always fighting in stampede#in the manga they were best friends forever until the accident. and in the anime knives was born with 0 empathy#i like that in the manga he would spend his free time watching world war 2 videos on his ipad and wondering if they could truly coexist with#humans. like he would literally coop himself up in a closet and watch war videos and contemplate them thats why hes so curious about humans#after seeing what humans do to each other and what humans do to plants like them... he went and stood in the cryogenic storage pod and#looked out over the swathes of humans sleeping peacefully knowing that each and every one are capable of prejudice hate and violence#and he decided it wasnt worth it to save them ... not when theyd already lost so much. so im killing everyone#he really is just a little kid... that was the best option he could come up with ...
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