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Alya ma'am you don't look like a hot topic employee I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to leave the paris special
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âfucking all the time is wrong when you're not mine, baby"
PAIRING: boyfriend's best friend!sunghoon x reader (f)
SUMMARY: just like eva did in the garden of eden, you fell under the serpent's court and now are under his spell. you knew you shouldn't betray your boyfriend, jake, like that when he was (not) so right for you, but seeing that he spent more time out for work made you seek the love and affection you needed, and who if not sunghoon could give you what you deserved?
WARNINGS: cheating (donât like, donât read). unprotected sex (donât be silly, wrap your willy), they fuck everywhere and i mean it, toxic, creampie, masturbating, pussy eating, fighting, kissing, jealousy, doggy, missionary, rough blowjob, angst if u squint? jake is a toxic bf, sunghoon low-key corrupts reader, reader is designed with a weak personality. lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.
(RE)PUBLISHED: 6th August 2024
WC: 13.6k
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a/n: before some loser tries to throw shit at this i have to say that no, cheating is NOT hot and this is purely fictional. this isnât the only fiction with cheating as a trope and it comes from a project that IS supposed to have heavy and bothering themes, mostly because it comes as inspiration from a song (go listen to it, daniel di angelo âGET YOU BETTERâ) that gives me toxic vibes. anw, LIKE & REBLOG please and lmk your thoughts (again) on this fic <3
âAgain?â You asked with a deep frown after hearing that your boyfriend had yet to go to another work trip, despite having just returned from one âI know baby, what can I do? They need me.â He said it as if you were complaining already.
But could he blame you? You had spent two summer weeks alone and bored without Jake and now you had to go through another couple of weeks.
âWhy you? They have other workers.â You commented, raising a brow.
Jake sighed and walked closer to you âBecause Iâm good, arenât you proud of me?â You looked away and murmured âOf course iâm proud of you.â
Jake noticed your sudden change of mood and turned you to look at him âCome on, I'll be back before you even realise it.â
You rolled your eyes at his statement, something that Jake did not like âDonât be selfish, I need to work to have money.â
âI'm not being selfish,â You reminded, tone cold. âI just miss my boyfriend whoâd rather be miles away from me.â You snapped, stepping back and crossing your arms to your chest.
Those words had been left unspoken on your tongue for too long to be able to hold them back anymore.
âWe both know thatâs not true.â He hissed, rubbing his temples âDo we?â You scoffed
Jake clicked his tongue, âListen, I'm just asking you to understand.â
You frowned again at him âI understand Jake, I've always done it!â Your voice raised out of frustration âSo why canât you understand me?â
âYou?â His frown matched yours, a few wrinkles appearing on his forehead âWhat is there to understand about a needy and clingy girl?â
As soon as those words left his mouth your eyes saddened. Were you really being that whiney? So many questions formed inside your head while Jake regretted ever speaking.
You were just being honest, thatâs what Jake always wanted from you; honesty, to voice out your feelings, so why was he mad at you?
âTaking many short distance flights is also not good for your bodyâŠâ You murmured, bitter tears running down your cheeks, your gaze locked on the ground
Jakeâs face softened, realising that you werenât complainingâ you were worried for him âBaby Iââ
You shook your head âSave it.â And walked away, disappearing in the bedroom. Jake ran a hand through his hair in frustration, leaving you to cool down.
However you both were two stubborn beings so, instead of resolving it, you laid on opposite sides of the bed with heavy hearts, hoping the night to wash the annoying feelings away.
Heleft early in the morning, without a single message or a note and not even a kiss on your shoulder.
Whenever he had a flight in the night or early morning to catch and you would still be asleep, he used to kiss you softly on the shoulder, but this time he hadnât.
Had you been too harsh with him the day before? Were you really being selfish?
You glanced at the clock and noticed you had already slept the morning away so you decided to get something done.
You stretched your limbs and exited the bed, doing your usual routine and some chores as well, trying your best not to think about jake. If he wanted to stay mad, so be it.
When you were cleaning the living roomâs floor you heard your doorbell ring, so you went to open the door.
In front of you a tall man with a sheepish grin stood, waving his hand âHi, Y/N.â He greeted warmly
âHi, Sunghoon.â You said back, stepping aside to let him enter. you closed the door behind your back and walked him to the living room âWhatâs the occasion?â You asked, smiling
Sunghoon looked around the house âIs Jake home?â You shook your head in reply âHeâs on a work trip.â
Sunghoonâs eyes widened âAgain?â He asked and you couldnât help but chuckle, you two had the same reaction to the news of Jake's departure âAgain.â You nodded
âAw, man.â He sighed, âI havenât seen him in forever since he changed job.â You wanted to reply that you too hadnât seen him since he decided to pick a job that required to travel around the world, but Sunghoon didnât need to know that.
Sunghoon tilted his head, looking you up and down âSo, home alone?â You smiled sadly âunfortunately.â
He gave you a wide smile, one that showed his two fangs âI took a couple of weeks off work because I had to go on vacation but the hotel shut down,â He seemed to debate whether to continue, but then added âI can keep you company.â
You blinked faintly at his offer, you two werenât really close, you never really hung out apart from Jakeâs friend group so itâd be awkward.
However , loneliness made you desperate so you just smiled in return âwhy not?â
Little did you know that Sunghoon had another plan in store for you.
âȘ©âȘš
âGood morning, Y/N.â Sunghoon greeted a few days later, entering your house with his awkward yet comforting demeanour.
âMorning.â You said back, guiding him to the kitchen and placing down the casket of fruits he had brought you âYou didnât have to..â
âDotât be silly, itâs a pleasure.â Sunghoon smiled, sitting on a chair âCan i help you with anything?â
You quickly shook your head âNo, no,â You took a pear and showed it to him âI'll cut this so we can eat and chat?â âSounds good.â
It had become a small occurence that youâd sit together and talk about anything. You two had got to know each other, and you realised you had a completely different prejudice of him.
At first, you thought he was cold and awkward, but he actually was very soft spoken and kind. your heart always felt content when you were with him, but you chose to ignore that detail.
It was probably just because Jake hadnât replied to your texts since he left the country, your heart was just pulling tricks on you.
You placed a small plate on the table with the pieces of pear and began to talk with him, laughing at a story of his dog scaring Jake's family dog, despite being a lot smaller.
âLayla and Jake are so alike,â You commented, chuckling âIndeed, I see no difference between them. like an owner like a pet." Sunghoon replied, taking a bite of the pear.
A small drop of the fruitâs juice rolled down his cheek, reaching his jawline. You had never paid attention to his features so closely, but he was so attractive. His jaw was sharp, you thought that if you ran your finger on it, itâd cut.
His skin was pale, porcelain-like and his eyes were so dark in contrast, his eyebrows thick and hair that seemed so fluffy.
Before the drop could fall down, you quickly extended yourself and dried it with your thumb, making both of you stop in your tracks. Sunghoon âs deep eyes widened and you pulled away âIâIâm sorry..â you stuttered, embarrassed
But Sunghoon didnât seem to mind âItâs alright, thank you.â He reassured, resuming to tell his story. You try to shake the awkward feeling but get sidetracked when your phone screen lit up.
You quickly took it, hopeful that it was finally a message from your boyfriend, but your face fell when you realised it was just a notification from YouTube.
You sighed and looked so gloomy, like a whole storm fell over your shoulders, Sunghoon blinked faintly âAre you ok?â
You didnât want to annoy him with your problems, you two had just started to be friends, but you just needed someone.
All your friends were busy working or living their adulthood somewhere, while you had been inside that house too much it felt almost sickish.
You sighed âItâs just that Jake and I had a small argument, right before he left.â Sunghoonâs eyes were so attentive you felt exposed, so kind and gentle.
âIs that so?â He asked, letting you know that he was listening âYes,â You breathed out âWe said harsh things and now he wonât even reply to my texts.â
Sunghoonâs jaw clenched at your admission, How could Jake ever ghost you? He could be mad all he wanted, but he was on the other side of the earth, for Christâs sake, he could at least reply to your texts just like he did to Sunghoon a few hours before.
Seeing you so sorrowful made his heart ache; he wouldnât admit it out loud but he had always found you attractive, since the first day he saw you on campus.
Screw his introverted personality, he never tried to speak to you, only admired from afar.
However, when he learnt that his best friend had found a girlfriend and the so-called girlfriend was you, he couldnât help but blame himself.
Especially since jake was treating you like you werenât worth anything.
You were worth it, you were everything Sunghoon dreamt ofâ if only you knew how better he could get you. good for him, he had two weeks to prove you so.
âȘ©âȘš
âYou just didnât strike me as someone who likes doing grocery shopping.â You commented, putting milk inside the cart Sunghoon was gently pushing for you
Truth to be told, Sunghoon hated grocery shopping. Heâd rather starve himself than get out of bed to buy himself food, which was why his friend Jay and his mother would often bring him food or just something enough to survive.
But it was for you and you needed to eat to be healthy, he could do an exception.
âI donât have anything better to do, do I?â He said, chuckling at the sight of you trying to take a bag of chips which was on the top shelf, clearly too high for you.
You felt his figure hovering over you, the warmth of his body surrounding yours, his chest caressing your back as he took the chip for you.
That movement lasted no longer than five seconds but to you, it felt as if time had stopped.
You snapped out of your trance at the sound of the bag of chips being thrown inside the cart and Sunghoon moving forward.
You failed to notice the smirk on his lips, but the man was quick to hide it before his undercover was caught.
âWhatâs left on your list?â He asked, scanning the cartâs contents to see if he mentally remembered
âUhââ You quickly took the grocery list that was crumpled inside your pocket and cleared your throat âJust⊠donuts.â You said quietly.
You werenât usually one to overeat, but since your heart was upset, your stomach was the same and you craved junk food.
You waited for Sunghoon to make a comment over it, to call you âgrossâ the same way Jake once did when he saw you putting a bag of chips â the same type Sunghoon helped you take â inside the cart. You waited for it, but nothing came.
Instead, Sunghoon pushed the cart a little further in the lane until he reached the snacks section and eyed the shelves âThereâs strawberry, brown chocolate and oreo.â He turned toward you and looked genuinely interested in your choice.
âWhich one do you want?â You blinked faintly, unsure on how to handle that situation. He raised a brow, awaiting your answer âStrawberry.â You murmured.
âStrawberry it is.â He took the donuts and placed them in the cart âDo you want something?â You asked, reaching for him with a smile.
âMe?â You nodded in reply âYes, take something you like, Iâll sugar mama you.â You joked nudging his shoulder.
Sunghoon stayed silent a few beats, âNo.â He said sternly, âIâll buy this for you.â He pointed to the food you wanted to purchase.
Your brows furrowed âWhat?â Sunghoon smiled, a wicked grin creeping on his lips âIâll sugar daddy you.â
It seemed like you had hurt his pride trying to say youâd pay for his food, but you still didnât want him to spend money on you, so you shook your head âThatâs not necessary.â
âI insist.â He took another small cartoon of donuts and placed it in the cart, hurrying away before you could talk back. You reached him again âNo, Sunghoon.â
âYes, Y/N.â He kept taking useless things from the shelves and you kept putting them back, this went on for almost two whole lanes until you placed yourself in front of the cart.
Sunghoon tilted his head âWhat?â You narrowed your eyes, clearly upset. Seeing your change of mood made Sunghoon freeze. Did he overdo it?
He let out a small sigh âAlright, Iâll stop adding things.â You nodded satisfactorily, placing yourself back by his side.
âBut Iâll pay.â Your head snapped back to him and Sunghoon chuckled âItâs the least I can do, you invite me to your house and I pay for your groceries, itâs even.â
Arguing with Sunghoon seemed to be a losing battle, so you just nodded your head and smiled back at him âOkay, thank you.â
âAnything for you.â They were just three words, but they were the most sincere youâve ever heard.
After paying for your groceries, you two made your way towards the parking lot, you walked in front of a window, a crimson short dress on a mannequin.
You stopped to glance at it for a few seconds, your eyes sparkling. Sunghoon noticed you stopping and took a few steps back âLike it?â He asked, smiling at you
You were so stunned you just nodded in reply, eyes still glued to the dress. It seemed so perfect, sleeveless and not too short but not too long as well. You could see strings on the back, leaving it a little exposed.
âYou want to try it?â At his question you snapped out of thoughts, turning to face Sunghoon (who was also a rather nice view).
âNo, no, we should go home.â Sunghoon frowned at your reply âBut you like it.â
You sighed softly and chuckled âYes, but that doesnât mean I should try it.â He eyed the dress and then you, studying you from head to toe âEven if I want to see you in it?â
His words took you by surprise and you widened your eyes âW-what?â He smirked, his fangs showing from the corner of his lips âLetâs enter.â He took your hand and dragged you inside the shop.
He sat on a small sofa in front of the dressing room, patiently waiting for you to try that dress on.
The way your eyes seemed to light up made him want to buy you anything if it meant to see your pretty face smile and be bright.
He knew you were still shaken from your argument with Jake, and by the fact that the bastard was obviously ghosting you, and heâd do anything to take that sorrow away from you.
âReady?â He asked after a few minutes of not hearing anything from you.
You carefully opened the curtain and lord if he didnât get an erection on the spot.
Seeing that tiny dress hugging your perfect curves, the shy blush on your cheeks and still that perfect smile on your lips âItâs so beautiful.â You commented
âGive me a twirl.â He asked and you complied, twirling gracefully âYouâre beautiful.â Your smile lit up the whole room, you nodded in reply âI think itâs pretty nice.â
Sunghoon stood up and walked toward you, his arms raising and taking your hair away from your back.
The proximity between you two made your breath hitch once again. You could smell his manly cologne and the fabric softener of his hoodie.
âThis should be tied.â He murmured in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His breath hit your skin, so warm. You closed your eyes, waiting for him to finish tying the lace behind your back.
He placed your hair back where they were and placed one strand behind your ear. He pulled away satisfied and smiled âNow, thatâs even better.â
You looked at yourself in the mirror of the dressing room and Sunghoon brought his hands on your shoulder. He leaned beside your ear and whispered huskily âLet me buy it for you.â
Your brows shot up and you quickly shook your head âI canât let you do that.â Sunghoon gave you a mesmerising smile from the mirror âWhy not?â
âBecause you already paid for the groceries.â Sunghoon tsked at your reasoning âAnd?â
âAnd itâd be too much if you also bought this dress. Besides, I donât even have a reason to wear it.â
âWeâll make one.â You felt a sudden rush of coldness when his breath left your skin and he stepped away âItâs settled, Iâll buy it.â
You turned around, âButââ He brought a finger to your lips âSh, I said Iâd sugar daddy you and I always keep my word.â
âȘ©âȘš
Y/N: Please Jake, can you reply to me?
Y/N: Itâs been five days, at least let me know youâre fine.
You sighed and dropped the phone on the mattress beside you, tired of reading âdeliveredâ beside your messages. Had you crossed the line when you argued? Personally, you thought what Jake said was far worse, but you were ready to forgive him if only he swallowed his pride.
You bit your bottom lip, your body craving to be touched and screaming for release.
Not only had you and Jake not spent time together, but it had also been more than a month since you last had sex.
You tried to ignore your primal urges, however your hips unconsciously moved back and forth, trying to soothe the aching feeling between your legs.
Your breath got heavier as you let your palm wander under your nightgown, touching, trying to turn yourself on.
You bit your bottom lip, your hand reaching down to touch your clit, circling it with your fingers; using your slick to wet it more.
You slid one digit inside of you, fingering yourself for what seems like ten minutes, trying to find that one spot that makes your head spinâ it didnât feel good.
You decided to try and squeeze your breasts, fingering yourself at a fast speed⊠nothing seemed to work out.
Frustrated, you pulled your fingers out and curled yourself in a small ball, checking your phone just to see that again, Jake had not texted you.
At that moment, a new message popped on your screen.
Sunghoon: Hey Y/N, movie night tomorrow?
You unconsciously smiled and replied with a positive answer, feeling strangely giddy at the thought of having another plan with him.
Y/N: Sounds good.
It didnât take much for him to text you back, only a few seconds needed.
Sunghoon: Awesome. Tomorrow @ 9pm?
Y/N: Yup. Iâll make sure to do some pop corns.
Sunghoon: Haha ok
You turned off the lights, placed the phone back on the bedside table and tucked yourself under the covers, ready to fall asleep when it buzzed again.
You took it, the screen light too bright for your poor eyes. You narrowed them, trying to read the new messages
Sunghoon: What are you doing now?
Your cheeks flushed at the thought of what you had been doing before he texted you.
Y/N: About to sleep
Sunghoon: Aw :(
Y/N: Why the sad face?
Sunghoon chuckled at your innocence and kind self. He bit his bottom lip and leaned back on the chair, typing his reply.
Sunghoon: I was playing a game and wanted some company.
Y/N: Iâm not really sleepy
His eyebrows raised, he thought youâd just turn him off.
Maybe his plan was working.
Sunghoon: Can I call you?
You jolted up, sitting on the bed and looking around in panic.
Y/N: Voice call?
Sunghoon: Anything you want, x
The way Sunghoon was treating you wasnât the way you treated fiends, but you decided not to overthink it much. Sunghoonâs contact name flashed on your screen as he called you.
You cleared your throat and tapped on the green button.
âHey,â His voice came out as hoarse from the other line âHi.â You whispered back, hugging your knees to your chest and fidgeting with the sheets
You could hear some keyboard tapping and asked âWhat are you playing?â Sunghoon chuckled âLeague of Legends.â
You hummed âIâve never played.â Sunghoon let out a sound of disbelief âNever? Jake never let you play with him?â
Jake would always complain when you ever interrupted his gaming nights with friends, âNo.â You replied simply.
âShoot!â He exclaimed from the other line, making you jump in surprise and gasp âSorry about thatâ I didnât mean to startle you.â He was quick to apologise.
âItâs okay,â You reassured, not wanting him to feel guilty about that. âSo, how was your day?â
You two started talking about everything and anything, laughing and just enjoying each other's company.
You hadnât even realised you had fallen asleep, your light snores and deep breaths probably became Sunghoonâs favourite sounds.
Because he never hung up, not until you woke up the next morning and did it yourself.
âȘ©âȘš
Something didnât feel quite right that day, you let Sunghoon inside your apartment and the two of you prepared the living room for the movie night⊠but he had something different. Perhaps, the other night something changed between you two.
Maybe it was his not-combed hair, all fluffy and wild, or the white tee he was wearing that showed the shadow of his muscles and absâ or maybe the grey sweats he was wearing. You gulped down, it was you, you were the one off.
Not cumming for so much time did tricks to your brain.
You decided to ignore it and you two sat side by side, but still keeping distance âWhat movie do you wanna watch?â
Sunghoon asked, lazily eating a pop corn while scrolling through Netflix âCause I had one in mind, but we can watch something else if you want.â
You hummed âWhat did you have in mind?â Your voice was softer and quieter, making Sunghoon feel goosebumps all over his skin.
Oh, the effect you had on him.
He took one pillow and sneakingly placed it on his laps, hoping it wasnât obvious that he was trying to cover his growing bulge.
âHow to lose a guy in ten days?â He asked, faking innocence when you widened your eyes and physically squeaked âI love that movie!â
âIs that so?â Sunghoon asked but he already knew the answer. you had said that one day when you were having a group hang out with the others.
He remembered, actually, he remembered every detail of youâ even the ones you may think of stupid.
âThen, letâs watch it.â He said and clicked play, the movie beginning peacefully.
It all went alright until Sunghoonâs knee got closer and closer, touching yours.
He acted oblivious, focusing on the scene unfolding in front of him but he was painfully aware of you.
Maybe it was also because of your exposed thighs, the shorts hugging your legs so perfectly, making him almost drool. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
Seeing that you didnât reject his touch, Sunghoon grew a little bolder and placed his hand on your thigh, caressing it.
An alarm inside your conscience screamed danger! stop! but something told you that his touch was safe, soothing and so attractive.
Your mind went to Jake, how he would react if he ever saw your best friend touching your thigh, too close to where he shouldnât be touching.
Nonetheless, Jake was so far away and Sunghoon so close to you, his hand slowly creeping closer to where you ached, where you just needed him.
Your breath hitched and your stiff state made sunghoon smirk sly. his plan was working smoothly.
His hand squeezed the flesh beside your thigh as your gaze was still fixed on the tv; however your attention was all on the coldness of his fingers, the way they felt on your skin.
âSunghoon.â You wanted to say sternly but only a small whisper left your lips âHmm?â He hummed, his dark eyes back on you
You gulped down and turned your head to meet his face, you glanced at the hand on your thigh and shook your head âYou should stop.â
âStop?â Sunghoon asked, his voice teasing and soft âIt seems to me that you are enjoying my touch.â
Deny was what your brain told you to do but his hand moved even closer, resting just below the hem on your shorts.
Your hesitation made Sunghoonâs smirk turn more cunning, âWhat is on your mind?â He asked, his position shifting so his whole body was facing yours, the pillow falling on the floor.
You didnât move a bit.
âThat itâs weirdâŠâ You murmured âWhat youâre doing.â
âYeah?â He cooed âAnd why do you think that?â He asked and his finger tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, making a small tint of blush appear on your cheeks
You werenât naĂŻve, you knew what Sunghoon was hinting at with his actions and words.
You knew it, yet you didnât want it to stop.
âBecause Jake wouldnât like it.â At your words, Sunghoonâs smirk fell.
You were loyal and that was admirable, but it was only because his best friend made a move on you first, before he built the courage to talk to you.
Though Jake wasnât treating you like you deserved, like Sunghoon would.
âDonât think about him,â He said, his voice harsher than he intended to âThink about me.â
You watched him with hooded eyes as his hand that was tucking the small strand of hair behind your ear slowly slid down your shoulder.
Your heart was pounding so hard you could feel it in your throat and your breath heavier than before.
âThis is wrong.â You whispered, unable to voice out the coherent thoughts forming in your brain with his hands touching you ever so gently âwe shouldnât do this.â
Sunghoon gave you a smile that was meant to be reassuring even if it was just victorious.
He knew youâd give in to him, sooner or later.
âIt's wrong only if Jake finds out.â He looked down at your body, the way your nipples hardened and their outline could be seen from the shirt, he licked his bottom lip âBesides, donât act like you donât want it to happen as well.â
Silence filled the room except for the sound of the long forgotten movie, Sunghoon could sense your hesitation and your pretty brain overthinking, so he let out a small sigh âIâll try something, you can tell me to stop if you donât want to.â He said but remained still, waiting for your permission
âTry what?â You asked, your voice so soft and quiet it made his cock harden inside his sweats
âThis.'' His voice sounded more like a growl, Sunghoon cupped the back of your neck while his other hand hooked around your waist, bringing you close; his lips connected to your neck, leaving wet kisses all over.
You instantly closed your eyes and a shaky breath left your lips, Sunghoon took it as a clue to add more pressure and suck small spots, careful not to do anything sudden.
One of your hands raised and placed on his forearm, feeling the muscle of his arm, Sunghoon smirked on your skin and detached himself just enough to talk âDo you want to stop?â
You sighed softly and grasped his hair with your other hand, bringing his mouth down on your neck âKeep going.â You said and sunghoon felt as if he was the luckiest man on earth.
His kisses grew hungrier, not leaving even a single spot untouched by his lips. one hand grasped your hair back, bringing it back to have more room while the other groped your breasts from outside the shirt.
You squeezed your thighs together, trying to find relief. âN-no marks.â you said as he sucked a spot for too long, he pulled away and bit his bottom lip, repressing a chuckle âToo late.â
Before you could reply, his lips found yours in a heated and desperate kiss, it was so wrong but it felt too right to stop.
You let your hands slip under his shirt and roam freely, feeling his sculpted chest under your palms, earning a deep groan from sunghoon.
His tongue slipped inside your mouth, he was the one in control of the kiss but you didnât mind. You just craved to be taken care of.
He pulled away from you and began to lift your shirt up, too eager to feel your whole bodyâ to make you his even if you didnât belong to him.
He threw the shirt on the floor and widened his eyes as he saw your naked upper body.
Sunghoon stared in trance at you, but it made you feel self conscious and your arms wrapped around your chest.
Sunghoon frowned, taking your hands away âNever,â He murmured, kissing your lips once more âNever cover yourself from me, understand?â You nodded in response âYes, Hoon.â
He squeezed your tit and lowered his lips to the other one, sucking on your abused nipple âSuch pretty tits.â He commented and you unconsciously grind on the sofa, the wetness of your pussy glistening your panties.
He left one breast to pay attention to the other, sucking and flicking his tongue on it, making you whine âMhhh.. Hoon.â You encouraged him to continue
Sunghoon smirked and looked at you, moving your hips while your eyes were closed and your mouth slightly opened, soft whimpers exiting it.
âLay down, princess.â He ordered and you complied. His voice was so low and demanding you thought youâd do anything he asked without contemplating anything. Maybe he truly did a spell on you.
His fingers hooked under the hem of your shorts and he looked at your eyes, waiting for your approval. âDonât ask,â
You said, trusting him and knowing heâd stop if you ever asked, but Aunghoon pecked your lips âAre you sure you want this?â He asked, because no matter how hard he wanted you, heâd never force himself on you.
You nodded, your mind hazy and you body in need to be touched âYesâ I need you, Hoon.â Your soft pleading made blood rush straight to his cock, the visible bulge pocking through his pants.
âFuck, Y/N.â He groaned and pulled your shorts down, discarding them on the floor âYouâll be the death of me.â He stared at your body like you were a sculpture to admire at a museum, his hand tracing your curves.
âMy gorgeous baby,â Sunghoon noticed the wet patch on your panties and smirked widely âSo wet for me? We havenât even started.â He cooed as he tucked the hem down, leaving you completely bare in front of him.
With one finger he gathered your juices and took his digit inside his mouth, humming in approval âTastes good, so fucking good.â
At such a sight you couldnât help but let out a small whine âHoon..â You murmured and his attention immediately snapped back at you âYes, baby?â
You moved your hips closer to him âTouch me please.â And how could he say no when you asked so politely?
âWant me to touch you?â His finger went down and played with your clit, making you arch your back âWant me to make you feel good, sâthat what you want baby?â
He cooed, one finger slipping inside your needy and wet hole, your walls squeezing around it âFuck, youâre so tight.â
He frowned, working his finger in and out your hole while you moaned under him âDoes jake even touch you, uh?â He scoffed
He added another finger, keeping your legs opened with his other hand.
The movements of his fingers inside of you made you see stars, he was so skilled it almost made you forget you had a boyfriend that should do such filthy things to your body.
Not that you cared at that moment, and neither did Sunghoon.
Your hips moved back and forth to match his digits, deep inside of you.
He curled them and caressed your g-spot, making you squeeze your eyes and pant heavily âFaster.â You asked âPlease Sunghoonâ feels sâgood.â His fingers moved faster and faster, the knot in your stomach about to snap when he abruptly pulled away.
You opened your eyes and whined, looking at him with a huge frown which made Sunghoon smile.
You were so cute like that, face all flushed in desperate need to cum âDonât worry.â He reassured, pulling his sweat and boxers away âJust wanted you to cum all over my cock.â
You smiled but it soon transformed into a huge jaw drop as you saw how big and fat his cock was. it pulsed, angry red and thick, up on his stomach.
Sunghoon chuckled at your reaction, âToo big for you?â He asked, taking your chin in his hands and bringing your face slightly closer to him âJake isnât as big as me, is he?â
âThatâs⊠never gonna fit.â You whispered, embarrassed âWeâll see that.â He pulled your head down on the sofa again and he fisted his shaft, your juices that still coated his fingers acting as lube.
He pressed the tip of his dick by your entrance, teasing it âHurry.â You whined
Sunghoon smirked âSuch a needy girl,â He scowled at you and pushed his cock into you in one deep thrust, making you gasp. you felt so stretched, your walls hugging his member, making his eyes roll back âShit, princess,â He panted âYouâre really so tight,â he pushed himself deeper, already bottoming out.
You whined in a mixture of pain and pleasure, gripping the sofa beneath you, Sunghoon noticed you and connected your lips with his, trying to distract you âRelax,â He cooed, one of his hands caressing your forehead with his thumb âItâs all good, youâre doing so well.â
His sweet words made you instantly relax, you looked at him through your teary eyes and he smiled warmly, pecking your lips once more.
He started moving inside of you, slowly at first and when the pain subdued to pleasure, you moaned âSâdeep,â You breathed out, gripping his arm.
Sunghoon couldnât hold back anymore, his hips started moving faster, your skin slapping together as he tsked âBet he canât fuck you like i do,â
He circled your clit with his free hand, while his other snuck around your neck, adding small pressure, just enough to make your mind hazy.
He groaned, trying his best not to cum right there as he heard your sweet moans, your tits moving back and forth alongside your body as he pushed his cock so deep he could see the shadow his bulge in your stomach.
âIâm the only one who can fuck you like you deserve,â He kept saying nonsense while you laid under him, the knot in your stomach about to snap.
You nodded at his statement, not registering his words at all âHoonâ sâclose, iâm close.â You said, your voice cracked and quiet.
âI know baby,â He circled your clit faster âCan feel you squeeze meâ fuckâ squeeze my cock.â He threw his head back to move the bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead, revealing an image of every girlâs erotic dream.
He felt your walls squeezing his cock, signalling that you were about to fall apart and so he hurried his movements âDonât cum yet,â He ordered but you shook your head, unable to resist anymore as you came, your orgasm hitting like a crashing wave, making your body squirm underneath him.
Sunghoon slowed his thrusts but never faltered, he helped you ride out of your high until you were able to open your eyes again, your breath so heavy.
He kissed your lips, holding your chin in his fingers while he resumed his speed, trying to reach his own release
You moaned louder, probably even your neighbours could hear you but Sunghoon pushed you to overstimulation, âGonna cum, just a little more baby.â He panted, gripping both your hips and rutting inside of you until he pulled out and came all over your chest and body, shots of white seed painting you.
You spread it all over yourself, waiting for him to calm down as the realisation of what you had just done hit both of you.
You exchanged no words but Sunghoon carefully scooped your figure from the sofa and carried you bridal style to the bathroom, making you sit as he prepared you a warm bath.
âHoon..â you murmured, guilt eating you alive. Sunghoon turned around and saw the state you were in.
Ignoring the hard-on he had again at the sight of you all dirty in his cum, he pressed a featherlight kiss on your forehead âDonât overthink it,â He said gently âitâll be alright if he doesnât know, and you can keep a secret, canât you?â
Sunghoon asked and you nodded âThatâs a good girl.â He pecked your lips but you brought him into a deeper kiss and before you knew, his tongue was inside your mouth again.
He reluctantly pulled away, shaking his head, feeling like heâd be taking advantage of you.
Sunghoon closed the tab of the bath and helped you in, despite your legs that were like jelly, you felt refreshed and happier.
He let go of your hand but you didnât, keeping it secured in yours. He looked at you with a puzzled expression.
âGet inside.â You beckoned to the bath and he shook his head again âIâll take a shower later.â
You pouted âLetâs save water.â Your eyes were so soft and glossy he couldnât help but comply and he entered the bathtub with you.
Nedless to say, you found yourself on his laps, needy grinding against his hard cock as you two made out with the warm water around you both.
Maybe you could do more than that while Jake was away.
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The next morning you woke up to a strange sensation between your thighs, it felt hot but also good, waves of pleasure rushing through your body.
You slowly opened your eyes and looked down, seeing a ruffled head buried between your legs, two strong hands pinning you down the bed.
âHoon..â You breathed out, your mind still hazy and eyes too heavy to keep open.
Sunghoon momentarily detached himself from your cunt, your wetness coating his chin âMh, hey princess.â He smiled as if he wasnât eating you out for breakfast âJust relax, let me take care of you.â
You already weak heart melted at his statement and you just nodded, resting your head back on the pillow while Sunghoon flicked his tongue on your tongue, stimulating it with his fingers as well.
You closed your eyes and placed one hand behind sunghoonâs head, grasping his hair, trying to bring him closer, needing him closer.
The phone on your bedside table started ringing, making you take it and frustratedly checking who was ruining your moment.
You wouldâve jerked away if it wasnât for Sunghoonâs grip at the sight of Jakeâs contact name âItâs Jake.â You half-whispered, half-screamed, trying to pull Sunghoonâs head away from your pussy.
He reluctantly let go and nodded âAnswer.â Though his tone said that was the last thing he wanted you to do. With shaky hands, you took the call and placed the phone beside your ear âHello?â
âY/N, hi⊠itâs morning there, did I wake you up?â Jakeâs voice seemed to foreign to your ears it felt strange at first; as you were about to reply, Sunghoonâs lips attached to your pussy once more, making you gasp.
âYou good?â Jake asked from the other line, worry lacing his tone âAll good!â You exclaimed, a little too high pitched.
No matter how hard you grasped Sunghoonâs hair, the man was not going to pull away from your pussy and the way he pinned you more down on the bed confirmed your thoughts.
Instead, you bit your bottom lip and tried your best not to give away the pleasure your boyfriendâs best friend was giving you. âListen, I'm so sorry.â You frowned, confused âWhat are you sorry for?â
A whimper died down your throat when Jake answered âHow I left things, I shouldnât have ignored your texts..â He sighed softly âI was just mad, I needed some time alone, but it isnât an excuse.â
No, it wasnât, but you had forgotten about the fight thanks to Sunghoonâs magic bed skills, so you just shrugged it off.
âI understand.â You breathed out as Sunghoon inserted a finger into your sticky walls, fingering you while his tongue worked on your clit.
Jake sighed at your answer âI said hurtful things to you, can you forgive me?â You moved your hips, fucking yourself on sunghoonâs tongue, earning a hum of approval that sent waves through your body.
âYes,â you replied, though you didnât know if it was meant for Jakeâs question or to incite Sunghoon in his act âReally?â
Jakeâs voice sounded surprised, you usually took things personally, so why brush it all off? He wasnât going to complain, though.
âHow are things going there?â He asked âAlright,â You murmured, Sunghoonâs skilled tongue making you see stars.
âThere?â You managed to ask without letting your voice shake when Sunghoon added a second digit inside of you, curling them like he had already memorised where your sweet spot was.
And he probably did.
âWell.â Jake chuckled âBut I miss you so much,â You felt a pang of guilt, because since Sunghoon occupied your daily life, your mind had started to drift toward Jake less.
âMiss you too,â You whispered, your words making Sunghoonâs fingers move faster. You bit down on your fist to prevent yourself from making unwanted noises.
You heard a second voice from the other line but couldnât quite understand what it said, and then Jake sighed sadly âI have to go baby, I'll text you when I finish this meeting.â
You hummed, your back arching âI love you.â Jake said sweetly and you answered with a quick âMe too.â Before hanging up, throwing the phone on the mattress.
You pulled sunghoonâs head away and pushed it on the bed, strangely he let you do it, not fighting you.
He laid on the bed while you crawled on top of him, hovering just above his face âYouâre so hot when youâre pissed.â he teased, knowing that you wouldâve been anxious about being discovered.
That was what added the thrill to Sunghoon, it would be boring otherwise.
âShut up,â You shushed, lowering yourself on his lips and gripping his hair, pulling his lips on your pussy, the sweet sensation appearing again.
You bucked your hips down, riding his face while you moaned, trying to reach your orgasm.
Sunghoonâs tongue found your entrance, fucking your hole, drinking all your wetness like you were his last meal.
On other occasions you would've been scared of choking him, but with the pre-orgasm bliss, your selfishness appeared and you just worried about cumming.
His nose poked your clit, his tongue fucking in and out and his hums of approval to let you know that he was, at least, still breathing made you reach your high, legs shaking.
He helped you ride out of your orgasm, your breath still hard as you laid down on the bed again, chest raising up and down.
He sat up and kissed your lips, tasting your cum on his tongue âMorning, Y/N.â He murmured in a hoarse voice.
âMorning, Sunghoon.â It was the same thing you two had been telling each other for a week, only this time, it meant so much more.
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âLet me see them, come here.â He demanded as you two got home from your nail salon appointment, which he insisted on paying.
You smiled widely and walked closer to the sofa where he was sitting â or rather, manspreading â and happily showed him your pinkish nails.
âI love them.â You confessed, the small brush of Sunghoonâs thumb on your knuckles making your breath hitch âPretty nails for a pretty girl.â He smirked when he noticed the effect he had on you.
Sunghoon was no innocent man, despite his shy appearance.
When he said heâd do anything for you, he meant it, even betray his best friend for you.
Maybe you didnât want to dump him because Jake was, in fact, a good boyfriend if you didnât count the bad moments you had together.
But Sunghoon was better than him, and he was planning on showing you.
He let go of your hand and patted his lap, beckoning you to sit on it.
Complying, you straddled him and wrapped your arms around his neck âBut you didnât have to pay for them.â You murmured, feeling guilty that he spent so much for you, along with the necklace and earrings he bought you as a gift
âShhh,â He hushed you, pressing a finger on your lips, brushing his thumb over your bottom one.
âI want to spoil you baby, you deserve it.â His voice was barely a whisper, so deep and husky.
Your lips hitched with the urge you had to put them on his, kissing until you grew sick of itâ but you couldnât.
âActually,â You mumbled and pulled away, just enough to resist your deepest thoughts âI donât want to send you away, but Jake wanted to FaceTime me,â You gulped, fidgeting with his shirt
Sunghoon tilted his head, his hands securing around your waist, protectively keeping you close âSo?â
âSo, I thought itâd be better if he didnât see you here.â You added, nodding at your own statement
Sunghoon frowned, âI can hide in the bathroom until youâre done.â
âHoonâ youâve been sleeping here for four days..â His jaw ticked âAm I bothering you?â
You were quick to shake your head âNo, never.â You bit your bottom lip, afraid to voice out your feelings since that useless argument you had with Jake
He sighed softly and took your chin in his fingers, making you look inside his eyes âWhatâs wrong, baby?â He asked, holding you so gently you thought youâd shatter right there and heâd be able to pick up all your pieces
âIââ You shook your head, but Sunghoonâs grip tightened on your chin âTell me.â He demanded, not harshly.
âI just⊠I donât think Jake would like it if he knew about this and I feel so guilty.â Sunghoon felt his anger rise, because he wanted to tell you that your relationship was more off than on, he wanted to tell you to just break up with Jake and live with him, spend your day tucked under his protections so that no one could hurt you anymore.
But, you werenât his and he couldnât do anything about it⊠yet.
âWhat weâre doing isnât bad, alright?â He tried to sooth your worry âWeâre just two adults trying to satisfy each otherâs needs,â Sunghoon licked his bottom lip, looking at your glossy and innocent eyes made his dick harden inside his jeans.
âAnd I want to take care of you..â He whispered, his hand slipping under your shirt, groping your breasts, earning a small whimper from you âWill you let me?â
Were the necklace and earrings he gave you cursed? Because no matter how much you knew this was wrong, you only craved for more.
âYes,â You whispered, âI want to make you feel good too.â Sunghoonâs eyes softened, you were so cute and innocent and so his to ruin âIs that so, princess?â You nodded in response
âWant to make me feel good?â You hummed and Sunghoon got close to your ear, purring âGet on your knees.â
You complied right away, climbing down his laps and placing yourself between his legs âNeed those pretty hands around my cock,â He said and you unzipped his jeans, palming his already hard length through the fabric
âDo you know how to give a blow?â He scoffed, almost being degrading âI bet Jake couldnât even teach you properly.â Sunghoon caressed the side of your cheek and then his hand gripped your hair, pulling your head toward his hips âHurry up, sweetheart.â
Not wanting to make him wait, you quickly pulled the hem of his boxers down and let them fall to his ankles.
His cock sprung free, veiny and thick, you let your tongue trace it, giving kitten licks to the tip.
Sunghoon groaned, holding your hair up to a semi-ponytail so they wouldnât bother you.
You circled your tongue all over the tip, tasting his bittersweet precum.
âStop teasing.â he warned, pulling your hair back and looking into your eyes, his tone softening, âUnderstood, baby?â You nodded in approval and took him whole inside your mouth in one swift movement, his long shaft hitting the back of your throat, making you gag.
He ard your slight gag but the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around him was enough to cloud his mind. you bobbed your head back and forth, filthy sounds filling the room.
âShit princess, you feel so good.â He groaned âMhâ could just cum right here.â His praising fuelled your confidence, so you gripped both his hips and moved your head faster, trying to provide him pleasure
You palmed his balls as well, gripping them gently as Sunghoon let out a low moan, throwing his head back on the headboard on the sofa.
You spied him from your eyelashes, he looked like the epitome of erotic: mouth hanging open, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut.
He pushed your mouth further, trying to bottom out when your phone started ringing. You got distracted, looking to the side, about to pull away as you knew it was Jake.
âDonât you dare.â Sunghoon groaned, standing up and pushing his cock deep inside your throat, you gagged, it being too big to fit.
You tried to push him away to catch your breath but Sunghoon didnât seem to care. Only when he saw your teary eyes did he give you the chance to breathe.
You panted heavily, spit rolling down your cheeks and wetting your shirt.
Your ringtone started once again and Sunghoon watched you wild his eyes, he took your chin in his hands and raised a brow âYou going to answer?â
Your eyes were glossy and the tip of your nose red, you shook your head in reply âThatâs what I thought.â he smirked and yanked you by your hair, snatching them to push his fat cock inside your mouth once again.
The way you were just staring at him with those eyes made him grin, the sweat dripping down his forehead added a small spark to the whole situation.
Your phone rang once more and he let out an annoyed groan, taking it in his hands âMaybe I should just show your boyfriend what youâre doing right now, uh?â You panicked and shook your head, trying to pull away from him.
âKeep sucking,â he warned, maintaining his grip on your hair. He showed your phone screen to you, Jakeâs contact name appearing before your eyes.
You murmured, trying to tell him not to do anything reckless but that only sent waves of pleasure to his length.
âShit Y/N.â he panted, throwing your phone back on the sofa, not caring about its ringtone anymore.
âAlways ruining the moment, that fucker.â He murmured, holding your head with both his hands and pushing his dick in and out your warm and went mouth
âIâm so close baby,â You nodded, dropping your arms on your side and letting him do what he needed to reach his high. His moans were low, more like growls which made the wetness between your legs grow more uncomfortable as time passed.
You liked when he acted so possessive, when he acted like you belonged to him.
You wished you did.
âFuck, Fuck, Fuck.â He chanted, eyes rolling back âSuch a good girl for me,â He groaned once more, pushing one last time, deeper until released his seed inside your mouth.
He took deep breaths, trying to calm down âSwallow.â Sunghoon ordered, his eyes so dark and red.
You gulped down and then stuck out your tongue to show him that no trace of his cum was left âGood girl.â He smiled, helping you up.
He helped you up and was about to pull your body closer when you shook your head âWhatâs wrong?â He asked, confused at your sudden coldness
You glanced at your phone on the sofa and smiled faintly âI think I should call Jake back.â You took it and bit your bottom lip, âIâll be back later.â
You didnât spare Sunghoon a glance and just disappeared in your bedroom, closing the door behind your back, leaving Sunghoon in the living room with the realisation that your heart still belonged to Jake.
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Jake was a total asshole. He had always known that, but realisation hit him the moment he saw you coming out of that room bawling your eyes out.
Despite not wanting to tell him, he had a feeling it meant Jakeâs foul mouth said things he shouldnât have.
And as he rocked you to sleep, whispering sweet nothings while gently caressing your body, he was more than determined to take you away.
What made it worse was that you took your time to clean the drool from your cheeks, combed your tangled hair and even put some mascara on to be pretty.
Jake didnât even consider that, or didnât try to think how happy youâd be to talk to him and harshly destroyed your mood.
The next morning you woke up feeling groggy, your eyes were puffy and tear stains lined down your cheeks.
You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed, trying to fix the damage that was your appearance.
After washing your face and doing your needs, you exited the bathroom thinking youâd be alone and mentally preparing to make something for yourself to eat when you came across a tall male figure cooking.
You stopped in your tracks, eyes wide as you drank him in. Sunghoon was toasting something with the pan, his forearms flexing as he twisted the bread.
He was quietly humming a melody, quiet enough not to wake you up, the smell of caramel and first loves filling the air.
You felt a sudden peace of mind, dreaming about waking up like this every day, lazy sunday mornings spent in, cuddling and just being with each other.
Your dream was crushed when you remembered you actually had someone to do that with you, and he wasnât Sunghoon.
You walked towards him and hugged his waist, your small arms wrapped around his toned torso. He stiffed for a second before realising it was you âMorning sleepyhead.â
âMorning Hoon.â You said back, snuggling your face closer to his back. He turned off the stove and turned around, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling your body closer
âSlept well?â Sunghoon asked, placing the palm of his hand on your cheek, his thumb giving it gentle strokes.
The way he talked and looked had you so weak and vulnerable and the only place you wanted to be in was the space between his arms, pressed in so close and so tight.
âYes, thanks to you.â You gave him a sincere smile. His lips twitch up into a smile and you can feel the warmth of his gaze on your face.
He shook his head and placed a featherlight kiss on your head âI did nothing, really.â He did what Jake shouldâve done, instead he chose to be the reason for your hurting.
You were about to answer when he held your waist tightly and placed you to sit on the kitchen counter, you blinked faintly in confusion. Sunghoon smiled and pecked your nose âBreakfast will be done soon.â He announced, winking at you.
He turned back to the stove and placed the toasts on a small plate; he walked to the fridge and took some jam along with butter.
You followed all his movements with your gaze, noticing how his muscles twitched at his every movement. He was wearing a t-shirt that was supposed to be Jakeâs, though you had to admit it looked way better on Sunghoon. You shook your head, getting rid of those (not so) untrue allegations.
Sunghoon finished making the toasts and turned towards you, his fang smile so addictive. âAre you hungry?â He asked âI made toast and found strawberries in the fridge.â
âI think youâd like to eat something else.â You murmured, voice still hoarse from sleeping.
Sunghoonâs gaze darkened as he registered your words, placing himself between your legs âAnd what is it?â He questioned, face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath hitting your skin
With one hand you held yourself on the counter and wrapped the other around Sunghoonâs neck.
You two had only four more days together, and you chose to make the best of them.
Youâd deal with Jake when he came back and could talk face to face.
âI have a perfect meal for you.â You smirked, looking down at your lower body. Sunghoon let out a soft sigh, his bulge already poking from his shorts âMy favourite.â
His palm traced all the way from your breasts, down to your stomach and hem of the shorts.
He slipped one finger inside and cursed under his breath when he realised you were wearing no underwear
You chuckled at his reactions and Sunghoon attacked your lips with his, sucking on your bottom lip, making you squirm.
He squeezed your breasts and simultaneously played with your clit, touching you in only ways he could.
He detached his lips from yours and lowered himself, kneeling in front of you.
He kissed your clothed core, smelling the scent of you, so addicting.
You felt your pussy clench around nothing, the usual warm feeling building inside your body.
You looked down at Sunghoon with pleading eyes and he was more than happy to satisfy you âOn it, baby.â He licked his lips as he pulled your shorts down, the cold air of the room hitting your sensitive skin, making you shiver.
Sunghoon placed kitten kisses all over your thighs, so close to where you needed him but not exactly there.
âHoon.. please.â You whined, pulling him by his hair closer to your core. Sunghoon flicked his tongue on your clit, making you gasp out.
He continued to lick your pussy like a popsicle, his skilled tongue brushing against your shaven mound, making your head hazy.
Your breath grew heavy and you couldnât help but throw your head back, desperately pushing Sunghoon closer, trying to find satisfaction.
Sunghoon rewarded your bravery by inserting one finger inside your hole, brushing it against your g-spot âFuckâ Hoon, yesâ You moaned out
âPussy tastes so good.â he purred, diving again between your thighs âAll mine, this is all mine, got it?â in your blissful state you nodded your head in reply, bucking your hips to meet his movements
As Sunghoonâs fingers kept brushing against a certain spot that had your eyes roll back, you felt something snap inside of you and liquid spurred out of your pussy.
You widened your eyes, looking down at him with an apologetic look.
âIâ Iâm sorry.â You said, taking in the sight of said liquid dripping down Sunghoonâs chin and having wetted his shirt.
Sunghoon, on the other hand, seemed to be on cloud 9 âThat was so hot, Y/N.â He said with sparkling eyes âSquirt on me again baby, please.â
He was really pussy drunk, drinking all your juices, fucking you with his tongue and fingers.
He raised himself on his feet and brought you into a sloppy and messy kiss, you could taste yourself on his lips.
His painful clothed bulge pressed against your core, rubbing against it.
Sunghoon made his shorts and boxers fall down to his ankles and rubbed his red tip on your wet folds, gathering your sweet juices.
He pushed his thick cock inside you and your breath hitched, its length still something you werenât used to.
You propped yourself on your elbows and took deep breaths, trying to distract yourself from the burning stretch.
Sunghoon moved slowly, rubbing your clit to make you even wetter so that he could slip in and out without hurting you.
He held your face with one hand, his thumb inside your thumb while you sucked on it âYouâre so dirty.â he smirked âMy dirty girl.â He got close to your face and hurried his thrusts
âTell me babyâ shitâ you mine, uh?â He asked, voice husky
âIâm not y-yours.â Ah, wrong answer. He stilled his movements, looking down at you with a raised brow âNot mine?â He scoffed, âThen you donât deserve to cum.â
You felt him pull out and panicked, gripping his forearm desperately âNo!â You exclaimed âPlease Hoon.â
He gave one deep thrust, making you whimper âWhat did you say?â You blinked faintly âPlease..â He shook his head âNah ah.â
You sighed âIâm yours, Hoon.â His lips twitched into a sly smirk âGood girl.â Sunghoon praised as he gripped your waist.
You raised your top just enough to let your breasts run free and squeezed your nipple, stimulating your body.
Sunghoon joined you and squeezed the other one, bringing his lips down to circle it and send waves of pleasure through your body.
Sunghoon took hold of your hips, raising you from the counter while your hands were still gripping it, moving your lower body to meet his in quick and deep thrusts.
âFuck, get down.â he helped you down the counter and manhandled you, turning you as he pleased.
He took your arms and hooked them around one of his, your back pressed against his chest.
Sunghoon entered your body once more, his movements so fast. You clenched around him, your moans so loud.
âYou were made for me.â He groaned in your ear, kissing your shoulder âMine to fuck, mine to own, mine to love.â
You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, crying out in pleasure âS-sunghoon.â He breathed out âI know baby,â the speed of his thrusts hurried, rutting inside of you as he hit the sweet spot âCum for me.â
At his words your eyes rolled at the back of your head, mouth agape as you came apart on his cock.
He looked down, the white circle forming around his shaft, almost making him cum as well on spot.
Your legs started shaking, his thrusts never faltering even as you squirmed in his grip. He circled your clit with one hand, your eyes getting watery.
âShh,â He soothed, letting go of your arms to make you stabilise yourself by gripping the counter; his hands grasped your hips, grip so tight it would probably leave marks by the next day as he thrusted inside of you, trying to reach his release.
âIâm gonna cum,â Sunghoon panted, the speed of his movements increasing even more âInsideââ You choked out âCum inside me.â Your words made him release his seed right there, coating your clenching walls with his warm cum.
He hugged your back, lips brushing against your shoulders as he fucked his cum right back into you, not wanting a single drop to fall out.
He raised from your figure but still not pulling out, turning your head by your chin and connecting your lips.
The kiss was sloppy and uncomfortable due to the position, but it held so many feelings it made you melt.
Sunghoonâs fingertips caressed your stomach, holding you close while gentle thrusts kept uniting your bodies âYou begging me to cum inside really did something to me, pretty girl.â He chuckled, kissing your jawline.
âFortunately,â You started, still out of breath âIâm on the pill. Sunghoon chuckled huskily, âI wouldnât have minded even if you werenât.â
He pulled out, drops of his cum running down your thighs. He turned you around and kissed you deeply once more âLetâs get you cleaned up, then we can eat.â
You gave him a weak smile, you were sticky and sweaty, probably your hair was also messed up, but Sunghoon still looked at you like you were the most beautiful person in the world. âYeah. Letâs do that.â
He kissed the tip of your nose and chuckled âIâm taking you out for the night, so prepare that dress I bought you.â Euphoria took over your face as you nodded happily âThank you, Hoon.â
âI already told you Iâd do anything for you.â
âȘ©âȘš
You were putting the earrings he had bought you, the crimson dress hugging your body.
You stood in front of the full-length mirror inside your room, trying your best not to poke another hole in your ear.
You felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist, Sunghoonâs head snuggled in the crook of his neck. The familiar cologne filled your nostrils, bringing a sense of peacefulness inside you.
Sunghoon kissed the back of your shoulder, his arms bringing you to his body. You felt his erections pressing between your ass cheeks, making you chuckle âYouâre gorgeous.â He whispered in your ear, his kisses raising toward your jaw
You let out a shaky breath as he started slowly grinding against your ass âHoon⊠We have a reservation.â You cleared your throat, trying not to think at the wetness between your legs
âSo?â His voice was so low it made you shiver in his embrace. His hands moved towards your breasts, squeezing them from outside the fabric of your dress. âIâll be quick, I promise.â
You shook your head âWeâre going to be late.â He pressed your lower body even closer to his, rutting his clothes cock on your ass âPlease babyâŠâ He groaned, âIâm so hard it hurts.â
His eyes locked with your from the mirror and you couldnât deny him when he looked so desperate for you.
You loved it, you loved the way he seemed to be so obsessed with you.
You nodded âAlright.â He didnât waste time and flicked your skirt up, pushing his pants and boxers down and pushing your panties to the side. As his cock sprung free, you could feel it rubbing against you, so hot and hard.
He took your arms and held them in his hand, rubbing your folds with his shaft with the other. With one swift movement, he entered you, moving fast already.
Your moans were music to his ear and the sight of you rolling your eyes from the full-length mirror made his cock twitch inside of you.
Sunghoon groaned, sweat coating his forehead as he sped up, letting go of your arms to grip your hips and use your body as he pleased.
You put one hand behind his head and pressed yourself closer to him, your back tightly against his chest.
âMy perfect girl,â He chanted, biting his bottom lip, trying his best not to cum just there âThis pussy was made for me, uh?â
His heavy breath sent shivers through all your body, the sweet feeling of his dick bottoming out, hitting your cervix repeatedly made your legs shake.
âClose already?â He asked, the sound of skin slapping and the wet sounds from your cunt filling the room âY-yes.â You managed to say, the feeling of euphoria approaching you.
âFuckâ me too.â He let out a few breaths, hurrying his speeds âLetâs cum together baby,â Sunghoon hugged your body from behind, spooning you while standing up as he rutted fast your abused pussy
âYouâll let me cum inside, right?â You nodded your head, âPlease.â You breathed out âWant you to fill me up.â
Your words were enough for Sunghoon to empty his load inside of you, your own hand went down to circle your clit and you came right with him.
Your walls pulsed around him and his cock twitched, with slow and deep thrusts. He kissed the back of your shoulder, his breath calming down.
âYou did amazing,â He whispered, pulling out and covering your folds with your underwear.
He pulled his pants and boxers up and pulled you by your waist, kissing you hungrily âNow, youâre going to dinner with my cum inside,â He murmured on your lips âAnd after we come home Iâll fuck it right back, filling you up again.â
You were still dazed from your orgasm, or maybe it was the spell he gave you, because all you could manage to do was nod blissfully. Sunghoonâs plan was indeed working.
âȘ©âȘš
Saying that you two had been fucking like two rabbits was an understatement.
Sunghoon took you in the kitchen again, then on the sofa, in the bathtub and so many times in the bedroom.
Like now, you had the insane idea to blow him around three am, the day before Jake was coming home.
Nobody could blame you, though, because the way he was sleeping with his lips open, bare chested and hands ruffled turned you so on you wanted to give him the sloppiest and messiest head of his life. And so you did.
Sunghoon was now cuddling with you, his fingertips brushing against your sensitive skin, the quiet of the night too comfortable as you laid in his embrace.
His breath was even and soft, his body heat shouldâve been bothering you since you were in July but it only made you seek more. Maybe it was the fact that the day before, it would be gone forever.
âHoon?â you asked, tone gentle âHmm?â he murmured sleepily, sniffling his head closer to your shoulder
You stayed silent for a couple of seconds, trying to gather your thoughts âWhen tomorrow comes, can you give me some time alone?â
Sunghoon frowned âWhat?â You gulped, looking down at him, smelling your shampoo scent in his hair. âI need some time to figure things out.â
Sunghoon was scared to feel hopeful by your words, he still said âFigure what?â
âMy feelings.â You answered, sighing softly âItâs just that, Iâve never felt so happy like when Iâm with you.â At those words, he raised his head, his tired dark eyes meeting yours
âWith Jake, everything feels on autopilot, we just live our lives as if we were two roommates.â He caressed your shoulder, letting you know that he was with you, that he had got you
âBut with youâ you made me rediscover how love feels like, how it feels to be someoneâs first choice.â
âY/N..â He whispered, feeling a sudden urge to protect you âBut Iâm saying this after spending basically one month without my boyfriend.â Hearing you utter those two words felt like a punch in the stomach, even though you were just stating the truth.
Sunghoon had just been a replacement for you, something to fill the void created by Jake.
âI need to see it for myself if I really have no feelings left for him or if..â He interrupted you before you could finish âI understand.â
You blinked faintly, âYou do?â Sunghoon nodded, a smile forming on his lips âOf course, Iâll wait for you and understand if you choose to be with Jake.â
Your eyes sparkled at his words, he was so gentle despite the fact that his heart was breaking.
But that wouldnât happen, because as he held you close to him, he knew his spell had worked.
No matter how much you tried, you wouldnât be able to get away from him.
âIâll always be there for you.â No matter how many times he repeated it, you always felt the sincerity of his words.
âȘ©âȘš
âIâm back.â Jake announced, entering the front door with his huge luggage âY/N?â He asked, walking into the living room
âHey,â You smiled, reaching him âWelcome back.â Jake smiled wrapped his arms around you âHow is my love?â He asked rather happily
âLaylaâs alright, I think.â Your answer sounded harsh, still not fully having forgiven him for the horrible things he said on FaceTime.
Jake frowned, knowing his sins âIâm so sorry, baby.â You sighed, pulling away from his embrace âI know.â You just said and took his luggage âIâll put the dirty clothes in the laundry.â
Everything went smoothly, he had talked to you all about his journey, how awesome Los Angeles was, everyone was so kind and supportive towards him. And, not a single question on how you had been the past two weeks.
Shaking the feeling off and trying not to think about Sunghoon anytime Jake brushed his fingers against your skin, you successfully managed to get through three days.
What you told Sunghoon was true, your life went on autopilot when you were with Jake.
You woke up, went to work, did the chores and then went to sleep. You barely spoke to each other and the awkward silence in the house was always present.
âBaby?â He asked while you were cooking by the gas stoves, you hummed in response, not turning around.
âSince when did you buy all those jewellery and clothes?â He raised a brow, leaning against the counter âTheyâre pretty expensive, theyâre from Pandora.â
âOh?â You turned around and looked at the jewel case in his hands, trying to suppress a smile at the memory of Sunghoon buying you all the things you liked. Honestly, you wouldnât even care if he had bought you diamonds or just paper rings, youâd take anything heâd give you.
âI liked them, so I bought them.â You shrugged, turning back to stir the soup inside the pot
âYouâre so rich you can buy anything you want now?â He scoffed, placing the jewel case on the table and crossing his arms.
You stopped in your tracks, raising a brow âWhat?â Jake clicked his tongue âDid you pay the rent?â You nodded âOf course I did, last week.â
He let out a satisfied sound âWhat about the car insurance?â Now did you turn around and stared at him in disbelief âItâs your car, Iâm not going to pay for you.â
Jake sighed âCome on baby, Iâve spent all my money on the trip.â You narrowed your eyes, dots collecting inside your brain âItâs a business trip, the company shouldâve paid for you.â
Jake widened his eyes, stuttering âIâ I meant the food andâŠâ He trailed off. You werenât going to buy it, you didnât want to hear his excuses anymore.
âI donât care, itâs your car. I donât use it.â You informed, cleaning your hands in the apron and crossing them on your chest âBut Iâm your boyfriend.â
Your brows furrowed at his statement âOnly when you want to.â Jake rolled his eyes âHere you go again.â He ran a hand through his hair âCould you stop being so over dramatic?â
âOh, so now Iâm over dramatic.â You said sarcastically âYes! Yes you are.â He snapped
You didnât flinch or look away this time, you werenât going to show your weak side. Jake always took advantage of it, and you werenât going to let him.
âSunghoon was right.â You murmured and Jakeâs head snapped back toward you âWhat?â
âYouâre an asshole.â You narrowed your eyes but Jake just dismissed your âYeah, ok. What about Sunghoon?â
âIâve spent a lot of time with him lately,â Jake laughed at your statement, seeming genuinely thrilled at your information âYou and that weirdo?â
Your mouth hung open âWhat did you say about him? Heâs your best friend.â
Jake tsked, âThatâs what he thinks. He was a loner and I just talked to him. He has stuck with me since then and Iâm growing pretty sick of it.â
âHow dare you talk about him like that?â Jakeâs brow raised âWhy do you care?â
âBecause he is ten times better than you.â Jake chuckled again âOh, he is? Baby, Iâm better than him or you wouldâve been his girlfriend by now.â
He leaned back against the counter âAnd what have you two been doing, eh? Reading books? Watching corny films? Playing table games?â
âSex.â You replied, your tone monotone, having had enough of his bullshits. His chuckle died and he frowned, looking up at you.
âYou heard me, I slept with Sunghoon.â His jaw dropped, anger building inside of him âSo you just go around and act like a slut? Is that what you do when Iâm not home?â
âDonât you dare call me a slut.â You snapped, your voice raising for the first time in three years âYou cheated on me, Y/N. When were you going to tell me?â
âI needed a few days to figure my feelings out, and thank you for making me realise how much of an asshole you are.â
Jake scoffed âYou're the one who slept with another man when youâre supposed to be my girlfriend.â
âYouâre right, and Iâm sorry for cheating.â His face held some victorious feelings that quickly died as you added âBecause I shouldâve dumped you before.â
âAnd thatâs what Iâm doing right now, Sim Jaeyun, Iâm breaking up with you.â
âYou canât do that.â His face filled with anger, but no regret could be found.
You were glad you opened your eyes before you were stuck with him âYouâve sucked my happiness out, you took the life out of me. Now Iâm going to take it back.â You took off the apron, throwing it at his chest âIâll come and get my things tomorrow.â
You heard him throwing other harsh words to you, but you didnât care. You didnât even wear your shoes, just ran out of your old apartment in slippers, towards the only place you knew would always have space for you.
âȘ©âȘš
âDonât shoot me!â Sunghoon was playing with his friends at a video game, the sound of keyboard taps filled the whole house along with his shouting.
It was strange his neighbours hadnât come to complain already.
âAt your back!â Jay informed him, Sunghoon was taking the aim to kill the enemy but his doorbell ringing distracted him, making his shoot pointless. âShit man, I think itâs Miss Choi again.â
Jay snorted, âAlright, go deal with her.â The friends exchanged goodbyes and Sunghoon got up, the doorbell kept ringing, making Sunghoon groan
âHere, Here.â He sighed as he opened the door only to widen his eyes when he realised it was you in front of himâ not his neighbour.
âY/Nââ He couldnât even finish saying your name when you threw yourself on him, lips meeting his. Sunghoon was taken aback at first but soon enough kissed you back, your lips touching and moving together.
You pulled away, panting heavily âWhat are you doing here?â He asked, taking in the sight of you.
Home clothes, slippers on and heavy breathsâŠ
âDid you run here?â You took several deep breaths before speaking âIâm so sorry I made you wait.â Sunghoon blinked faintly at your sudden apologies
âWhy are youââ You shook your head âPlease let me finish first.â
Sunghoon nodded slowly, waiting for you to continue. âWhen I first met Jake, I had never experienced love, so I thought what he did was normalâŠâ You recalled in your mind all the times he and treated you unfairly for a span of three years and shivered
âBut you made me realise how love actually feels, and I want to learn all the other forms it comes with.â You looked up at his eyes âHe called you names and said heâd only been your friend for pity.â
You continued âI just wanted you to know that you are not pitiful, in fact, you're the best person Iâve ever met. Please, donât listen to him.â
Sunghoon couldnât care less about Jakeâs opinion about him. But a small smile appeared on his face at the way you seemed to be so annoyed by the fact that he had insulted him.
âYou defended me?â He asked softly, and you nodded as if it was the most obvious answer âI also dumped his unworthy ass.â
Sunghoonâs brows shot up in surprise and a smirk crept on his lips âThatâs my girl.â
He brought his arms around your waist, pressing your body on his âI want to make it right, Sunghoon, I want to be happy and I want you.â You bit your bottom lip âIf you want me too?â
Sunghoon chuckled and twirled you in the air, your giggles filling his usual lonely apartment âIâve always wanted you, from the first day I saw you, I knew you were the one.â
His answer surprised you, âYou liked me?â Sunghoon booped your nose, you looked so cute, all rebel wannabe just for your insecurities to stop you again âI think I love you.â
Your breath hitched, those words leaving his lips made you feel so warm on the inside, your heart skipping so many beats you werenât sure it was still working âI think I love you too.â
Sunghoon kissed you deeply, his tongue entering your mouth as he claimed you, finally able to call you his.
You pulled away and chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck.
You tilted your head, tone flirty âSo.. Youâll let me stay for the night?â Sunghoon secured your waist in his grasp âIâll let you stay forever.â
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broke your heart, Iâll put it back together
alexia putellas x reader
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In which Alexia is an excellent footballer yet a terrible, terrible girlfriend. You still love her nonetheless.
Alexia never had much experience with the love that she saw in movies: all the hugs and the âI love youâs and the heart-to-heart conversations. Alexia thought they were too clichĂ© anyway. Especially the âI love youâs. Some people give proclamations of love too easily and not mean a single thing.Â
Her sister loved to laugh every time people misjudged Alexia to be someone emotionless and cold, when in reality she was just âan awkward introvert whoâs terrible at anything related to love and romance and all that jazz,â (Albaâs words).Â
Although Alexia would say that that was false. Just because she turned awkward whenever someone showed a bit of affection didnât mean that Alexia sucked at romance. Alexia had watched enough Nicholas Sparks movies to understand what she had to do when the time came. Flowers. Chocolates. Kissing in the rain. Simple.
(âSimple. Yup, definitely. Thatâs obviously why youâre still single at the age of thirty.â
âExcuse me! Puta.â
âShould I set you up with someone? Yeah. Iâm gonna set you up with someone.â
âAlba, fuck off.â)
So maybe Alexia was thirty and still single. So what? Alexia just never thought of relationships to be that big of a deal. And it definitely wasnât because of how she was as a person âdistant and reservedââor so how Alba described her to be. Her job was already taking too much of her time as it is.
Alexia was the best footballer in the world, and aside from trainings and matches to play, it also required back-to-back meetings and her full attention and wow, Alexia really was going to die alone as a cat lady which was so much worse because she was allergic to cats.
âYour turn, Ale.â
Alexia turned her gaze towards Mapi. It was media day at the Estadi Johan Cruyff. Alexia always had loathed doing interviews but it was part of the job. âHow was it?â
âFine as usual,â Mapi shrugged, flopping on the empty bench next to Alexia. âHave a feeling you will enjoy this one though.â
Alexia raised her eyebrows, moving to stand up. âWhy?â
Mapi had a cheeky look on her face. âThe interviewer is definitely your type.â
Alexia threw her jacket at Mapiâs face, causing the latter to laugh. âI will gladly say I told you so later! Just you wait!â
Alexia entered one of the rooms that was designated for her interview. It was going to be a fun and lighthearted video. Alexia couldnât really remember the name of the media that she was assigned to, she had a lot on her mind lately.Â
Especially since her family was throwing a get-together over the weekend and now both her mother and Alba were pestering her over bringing someone. Alba putting ideas into Eliâs head that Alexia should be seeing someone at this age and Eli quickly agreeing that she was spending too much time on footballâ
âMiss Putellas? Hi, nice to meet you.â
Alexiaâs mouth went agape.
âIâm y/n and this is my team, Robert and Camila. Thank you for having us.â
On second thought, maybe Alba was right. Maybe Alexia really was destined to be the typical career woman who focused too much on work and never had time for love, especially since she was cold and distant and was really, really downright terrible at romance, because there was no way that her heart was doing somersaults when she should be working. This was awful timing. She was so unprofessional.
Her heart was definitely not skipping a beat because of an interviewer who looked to be in her twentiesâoh god, Alexia was definitely not crushing on someone who looked like she was still in university.
But the moment you smiled, Alexia knew she was screwed
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âFuck you, Alba.â
âWell, Alexia Putellas, just so you know I do have hundreds of girls lining up wanting to fuck me.â
Alexia groaned into her phone. âFirst of all, ew! Not funny. I hate you.â
Alba laughed. âWhat did I do this time?â
âYou planted these stupid, stupid thoughts into my head! I was thinking about being single so much that you made me have a crush on someone whoâs supposed to interview meââ
âIâm gonna stop you right there. How is this my fault?â
âI donât know!â Alexia exclaimed. âI went into the room and she was there with her stupid cute vest and little notebook in hand and her hair was brown and wavy but not too wavy, it was just perfect the way it falls perfectly down her shoulders and her stupid smile. She was smiling at me, Alba. At me. Smiling.â
âOookay,â Alba dragged out. âWhen I said you should find someone I didnât mean a sugar baby.â
âAlba!â
âWhat? An interviewer? Journalist? I doubt sheâs making a lot per yearââ
Alexia groaned even more. âPlease donât go around saying shit like this to anyone else.â
âYeah, yeah.â
âWhatever, youâre no help,â Alexia stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, making sure that she looked fine. Not that she wanted to impress youâshe just wanted to look fine to someone who was going to interview her. Yeah, that was it. âI'll talk to you later.â
âGoing back to your new lover?â
âShut up,â Alexia unlocked the door and stepped out of the bathroom. âI ran to the bathroom because I freaked out.â
Albaâs laugh was so loud that people in the hallways glanced at Alexia as she passed by. âReal smooth. You're totally good at romance. An expert. The real life Romeoââ
Alexia hung up and plopped her phone in the pocket of her tracksuit. She could get through this. She had played in front of thousands, she went through people criticizing her every move as if they were better than her. She wasnât nervous then, why should she be nervous now?
âSorry, where were we?â Alexia said as soon as she reentered the room. She took her seat, you on the other side of the camera, still with that damn smile on your face.
âI was just about to tell you that I have always wanted to interview you,â you replied.
âMe?â Alexia squeaked, immediately clearing her throat nervously.Â
âNo, not nervously. Alexia didnât get nervous. Fuck.
âYes. Youâre a very interesting person,â you fidgeted with the notepad and pen in your hands, your shoes tapping on the floor slightly. Alexia realized that you were nervous, and somehow the thought placed a smile on her face.
âHow long have you been working for âŠDazn? You could pass as someone who hasnât graduated universityânot that Iâm saying youâre not qualified to do your job or anything, you just look really young- not that itâs a bad thing! Lo siento. Iâll just stop talking.â
Real smooth, Alexia. Real smooth.
âWell,â you chuckled. âTo answer your question, one: just for a little while and two: youâre kind of right.â You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled bashfully. âIâm twenty-five years old, still in university, but for my masters.â
âI see,â Realization dawned on Alexiaâs face and she had to look to the side to hide away her smile. A five year age gap. Not bad at all.Â
âŠNot that it was important, though. Definitely not important. âWhat are you majoring in?â
You scrunched up your nose. âIsnât this supposed to be me interviewing you?â
Alexia laughed. âI suppose so.â
âShould we jump into it then?â
âFire away.â
â
As soon as you left, Alexia couldnât concentrate for the rest of the day. She didnât know whether it was because of how stupidly charming you were or because of your addictive smileâokay, no. It was probably not because of you at all. You, who she barely knew. You, with the stars in your eyes, staring at Alexia as if you adored her to bits and wanted to know every single detail about her, including Alexiaâs favourite food.
âShe asked the question out of nowhere, Albs. We were talking about the upcoming season the second before.â Alexia recalled.
âThat does seem pretty random.â Alba replied in between bites of her food.
âRight?! It was like she was done with all her questions, but she wanted to get to know me furtherââ
Alexiaâs sentence was cut off by Albaâs laughter. âDonât get too cocky now, Ale. Just because you have a crush on her doesnât mean sheâs into you too.â
Alexia rolled her eyes. âI donât have a crush on her. I can admit sheâs attractive. And funny. And smart. Does not mean I have a crush on her.â
âSeems like you do,â Alba said, a smirk forming on her lips. âWhich is great! Havenât I been telling you to find someone? This is super great.â
âIâm not gonna date someone years younger than me, Alba,â Alexia cut into her steak and took a bite. Yup. She wasnât going to date someone who was five years younger than her.
âSheâs twenty-five, thatâs nothing.â
Alexia narrowed her eyes at the brunette in front of her. ââŠHow do you know her age? I never told you her age.â
âGoogle exists,â Alba said simply. âAnd remember the girl Iâm sort-of-seeing-but-not-really?â
âMarta,â Alexia nodded.
âMaria,â Alba corrected. âSheâs your girlâs best friend.â
Alexia paused her fork mid-air. âWhat?â
Alba hummed. âThey're on the way here as we speak.â
âWhat?!â Alexia repeated, a clang echoing throughout her dining room as her fork fell to her plate.
âI invited them over for drinks.â
Alexia palmed her face and groaned. âI think I missed the part where you invited them over to my place without my acknowledgement.â
âOh whatever, hermana,â Alba waved her off. âStop acting as if I donât live here.â
âYou donât,â Alexia reminded.
âYour place is my place and all that,â Alba teased.
âAlba,â Alexia felt like strangling Alba. Or anything to wipe that grin off her faceâ
The doorbell interrupted them.
Alba squeaked and jumped out of her chair. âThatâs them!â
Alexia opened her mouth to say something but Alba was already out of the room before she could utter a word. Damn it.
Alexia forced herself to stay cool, following after Alba and sighing when she neared the front door and saw a girl sheâd seen in Albaâs pictures and you.
âHello,â Alexia greeted.Â
âAmor, this is my grumpy and very single sister, Alexia,â Alba pointed at Alexia and Alexia slapped Albaâs hand away.
âIâm Alexia,â Alexia put her hand out, her smile widening when she caught your eyes. Okay, so maybe she didnât hate Alba that much.
âI know, wow, itâs an honor,â your best friend shook Alexiaâs hands. âYouâre a legend.â
Alexia laughs, her cheeks turning red. âThank you.â She turned to you and gave a little wave. âI donât think introductions are necessary, is it?â
âHi, Miss Putellas,â you said. Alexia hated how addicted she was to your voice despite having just met you today.
âOh no. Alexia is fine, please.â
âOkay then,â you grinned and Alexia swore she could die on the spot. âAlexia it is.â
â
âSo, Alexia,â you started. You were seated on one couch, Alba and Maria occupying the smaller seater to your left. No one seemed to be paying attention to the movie anymore. Alexia couldnât even remember what the damn plot of the movie was. You, as it turned out, smelled really good and it was very addictingâand Alexia was insane. Insane for developing a tiny crush on you when you two had just met today.Â
You looked like you didnât know what to say, settling with, âNice place.â
Alexia gave a soft laugh. âThank you? Thereâs more that I havenât shown you actually.â
âYeah?â you sounded like you wanted to have Alexia show you around.
Alexia darted her eyes towards her sister and her ânot-so-dateâ to see that they had both fallen asleep. Alexia contemplated whether being alone with you would be something she should be doing or not, and after a moment she decided that there wasnât any reason for her to not want to be alone with you.Â
So Alexia stood up and offered a hand out for you to take. âCome on, Iâll show you around.â
â
Five minutes into being alone with you and walking around Alexiaâs houseâor mansion, as you called itâAlexia discovered five things about you.
You had two dogs, Salt and Pepper, and Alexia could tell how much you loved them with the way you excitedly told the story about how you got them.
You were an only child and your parents spoiled you to bits and they supported you in everything you did, all the way from the United States.
You were American.
You were taking your masters in sports science and Alexia made a mental note to talk to the physios at Barça on whether they have a vacant spot for you. Not because Alexia wanted to see you everyday, but because she was sure you were a certified genius.
You were hilarious and made Alexia laugh a lot. Alexia wanted more of you.
You were in the middle of retelling how your day went and Alexia somehow really wanted to kiss you, which was dumb and stupid, considering how she barely knew you.Â
You got excited over the littlest things, you talked animatedly about how you saw a dog on your way to Alexiaâs place that looked a lot like your own and you gushed about how the dog barked excitedly at you. Alexia found it adorable, despite being confused on how a dog can bark âexcitedlyâ.
âIâm sorry I talk a lot,â you said, tucking your hair behind your ears.Â
âDonât be,â Alexia bumped your shoulders lightly as you two continued your walk around her house. âItâs cute.â
You playfully rolled your eyes. Alexia could see the red on the tips of your ears. Adorable. âCan we go outside?â you asked, changing the subject.
âSure,â Alexia led you towards the nearest door that leads to her backyard. âThe pool is on the other side, this is my flower garden.â
âYou have a flower garden,â you stated.Â
Alexia hummed in reply. âI love looking at flowers. They are pretty.â
Once you stepped outside, Alexia felt her teeth chatter, cursing herself for not wearing anything more appropriate for the cold night air. When she was about to ask you if you wanted to head back inside, a jacket was draped around her shoulders and Alexia was surrounded with the scent of your vanilla perfume.
ây/n, you donât have toââ
âTake it,â you insisted. âYouâre freezing.â
âYouâre gonna freeze.âÂ
Alexia shook off the black jacket and was about to place it around your shoulders but you walked ahead. âI wonât,â you walked backwards, smiling reassuringly. âIâm still wearing long-sleeves, see? I can handle it. Donât worry.â
Alexia hesitated for a second before putting on the jacket. Alexia hugged herself tighter, it was still cold but also because the jacket smelled really nice. âThank you.â
âNo problem,â you replied. You stopped walking and Alexia would know this if she wasnât so busy looking elsewhere but you.Â
The moment Alexia bumped into you, your hands immediately went to steady her, resting on Alexiaâs forearms. Alexia could feel herself flush, her cheeks getting warm, profusely apologizing because she was usually never this clumsy.
You giggled, your hands were still sending fire to Alexiaâs skin, your faces inches apart. âThatâs okay.â
âI shouldâve watched where I was going,â Alexiaâs face was apologetic. âIâm really sorry.â
âItâs okay. Really,â you were smiling at her. âA lot on your mind today?â
Alexia studied your face and nodded. Definitely a lot. She noticed that you had a mole under your left eyebrow.Â
âMind sharing?â you asked.
Alexia immediately stood up straighter and cleared her throat. You dropped your hands, but made no move to step away. âJust- work. Media day has never been my favourite.â
Yup. Work. Definitely not because Alexia couldnât get your pretty eyes off her mind.
You narrowed your eyes at her and Alexia held her breath. You were really close. It was getting harder to breathe. All Alexia could think about was that vanilla was about to become her favourite scent.
âYouâre very interesting.â
Alexia raised her eyebrows at that. âI am?â
âYeah,â you nodded. âI saw you at training yesterday, you know. We had a briefing to prepare for today. You were⊠I wouldnât say scary, but I was pretty sure your teammates were about to pee their pants.â
Alexia broke into a laugh. âWhat?â
âYou had that furrow between your brows,â you elaborated, raising your hand and hesitantly running a finger across Alexiaâs forehead. âAnd I could hear your stern captain voice,â you chuckled, dropping your hand. âBut despite that you were still as charismatic and graceful as ever. I could see why people would be so intimidated by you.â
âAnd thatâs interesting to you?â Alexia said, her voice barely a whisper. Her heart was hammering wildly in her chest.
âYeah,â you answered, your voice matching Alexiaâs whisper. âBecause while I was interviewing you earlier today and this whole night, youâve been acting the opposite and I couldnât figure it out.â
âThe opposite?â
âYouâre⊠awkward,â you laughed. âYou take charge on the field, your chin held high, you look people straight in the eye when conversing with them. But youâre so awkwardâyou bump into me, you stutter, you canât look me in the eye for more than five seconds.â
Damn it. You were smart. Well, Alexia knew you were smart, but this was⊠this was you being able to read Alexiaâs thoughts and damn. it.
Alexia couldnât even defend herself because it was true. All the things you observed were true and what could Alexia exactly say to that? That Alexia acted that way because she was nervous? That being around you made her nervous? Which was baffling because Alexia had done speeches in front of thousands of people without tripping over her words once, yet one night with you and Alexiaâs vocabulary went out the window.
âUh Iâm sorry if that was overstepping,â you said, finally stepping backwards. âI was just stating what I saw.â
You looked really beautiful under the moonlight. Your eyes casted downwards, your hands fidgety, as if you were doubting yourself about why you said all that. You looked nervous, perhaps about what Alexia would say next.Â
But despite everything, you looked really beautiful under the moonlight and Alexia figured that there was no harm in telling you that.
âYouâre right,â Alexia laughed. âYouâre absolutely right.â A pause. âYouâre beautiful.â
You whipped your head up and looked at Alexia with wide eyes. âWhat?â
âI think you look really beautiful right now,â Alexia exhaled and stepped forward. She couldnât believe she was doing this. âThat is why Iâm so awkward around you. I just donât know how to act. I get nervous around pretty girls.â
You laughed and Alexia took it as an opportunity to pull you in for a kiss, swallowing all your laughter.
Alexia became addicted to the scent of vanilla.
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Turns out Alexia did suck at romance. She missed dates, forgot to call you back and was a bad texter. The first week Alexia didnât think her thing with you was going to last. She really was terrible.
But weeks turned into months and despite the missed dinners, you stayed patient. You were there in her kitchen with takeout at 10 p.m., waiting for Alexiaâs meeting to end. You were there at 7 in the morning before Alexia left for training, a bag of pastries in hand. Alexia would happily munch on her guilty pleasures on the way to training, quickly getting rid of any traces of crime from her nutritionists.
You didnât get tired of her even though Alexia stupidly didnât move an inch the first time you initiated a kiss. You only laughed when you first stayed the night at Alexiaâs place and Alexia offered her bed while she slept in one of her spare bedrooms. You didnât mind that you sent paragraphs of text only for Alexia to reply with one or two wordsâyou didnât get mad, instead you would call Alexia to get her reply because you knew Alexia preferred talking instead of texting.
And Alexia was never the one to show affection. Pats on the back between teammates were appropriate. Hugs were awkward. She kissed each of her exes once or twice.Â
You were different and you were persistent. You liked hugs. You hugged Alexia any chance you could get. You preferred to cuddle during movie nights and you liked to hug Alexia from behind when she was cooking dinner. The fact that Alexia tensed whenever you hugged her just made you hug her even tighter.
Strangely, Alexia didnât find it uncomfortable. If she did, she would've said something. But Alexia actually liked your hugs.Â
(âAre all hugs like this?â
âWhat do you mean âare all hugs like thisâ?
âI donât know, Alba. Like- you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.âÂ
âGod, youâre nauseating.â
âIâm asking a genuine question!â
âYou are in love that's what it is.â)
Five months into your relationship, Alexia started to be the one initiating the hugs. She was more affectionate; intertwining your hand with hers when you walk side-by-side and kissing you goodbye in front of your friends, not caring about the whistles thrown at you.
Alexia still missed dates and phone calls, but strangely enough you still didnât seem to mind. Alexia was left dumbfounded because how were you perfectly fine with all of this? There was a reason why Alexiaâs past relationships never lasted.
âI know youâre busy, baby. And I know youâre trying your best too.â you once said. Alexia almost shed a tear because how were you so. damn. perfect?
After eight months of being together, Alexia was juggling her relationship and football much better. She canceled an important meeting for the first time ever because she promised that she would pick you and your parents up from the airport.
Alba called her crazy, and her past self definitely would agree with Alba. Alexia didnât care though. The smile on your face when Alexia showed up with flowers in hand was priceless.
âWhat are you daydreaming about?â
âHm?â Alexia looked to the side and found you staring at her. âNothing.â
You laughed, setting your book aside and rested your head on Alexiaâs chest. Alexia wrapped her arms around your smaller frame and kissed the top of your head.
âIf you say so,â you lazily drew circles on Alexiaâs stomach. âWhat should we get for dinner?â
âWhat do you want?â
âYou always ask me what I want,â you giggled. âCan you choose for tonight?â
Alexia hummed in thought and after a moment she added, âPizza it is.â
You immediately sat upright, a huge grin on your face. âYou really are a mind reader, you know?â
Alexia shrugged, a smile at the corner of her lips. âI told you.â
You shook your head fondly, laughing as you laid back down to your previous position.
âI love you, Ale.â
I love you. Right. Alexia should probably say it back at some point.
But should she even say it back? Wasnât that too soon? Alexia didnât know when the appropriate time of reciprocating your girlfriendâs confession of love would be.
When she asked Alba about it, Alba questioned her back asking if the reason she hadnât said it back was because she didnât feel the same way you didâwhich was stupid. Alexia made sure to throw her popcorn across the couch, all the way to Albaâs face, because what kind of stupid question was that?
The first time you said those three words to Alexia, Alexia accidentally sliced her finger instead of the tomato on her chopping board. It was three months after you became official and Alexia wasnât expecting it. Not that soon, at least. But you did and Alexia was so caught off guard that you two had to halt your cooking session and order sushi for dinner instead. Alexia didnât bring up the topic again all night and you didnât either.
Just because Alexia didnât say it back didnât mean she didnât love you.Â
Or⊠maybe Alba was right. Did she love you?Â
You, who were the most understanding and loving person Alexia had ever met. You, who made her laugh in the mornings and made her laugh before she went to sleep. You, who were never mad at Alexia when she forgot to call despite promising that she would.
âBeing in love with someone and just enjoying their company are completely different things, you know that right?â
âWhat?â Alexia looked at her sister in disbelief. âOf course I do.â
âCool. So which one is it with you?â
âWhich one?â
Alba rolled her eyes. âAre you in love with her or do you just like having her around?â
In Alexiaâs defense, she didnât have much experience of being in love. How was she supposed to know whatever that feeling was like? The only relationship she had was with Jenni and that didn't work out because they were both too busy to have a relationship. Was she ever in love with Jenni? Maybe not. A crush, sure. Jenni was an attractive woman.
Was it the same with you? Alexia liked you a lot, that was for sure. Was it so much to the point that it was love?
Alexia figured if this was Jenni, she wouldnât have to think about this so much. Jenni didnât care about love and all the clichĂ© things. Alexia didnât either.Â
And Alexia wouldnât have cared so much if it werenât for the fact that you told Alexia you loved her every chance you got. (Alexia felt like the worldâs biggest asshole every time you got silence instead of her saying it back).
When it rained and Alexia always held the umbrella for the two of you, making sure not a single droplet of rain fell on top of your head but ended up soaking wet herself, you would laugh and âI love you, Alexia Putellas.âÂ
When you had to move out of your apartment and Alexia told you that you could stay with her until you found a place because she did have some spare rooms (even though you ended up sleeping in Alexiaâs bed every night), âReally? Alexia Putellas, my saviour, thank you, I love you,â as you peppered her face with kisses.
When Alexia found out that Maria, your best friend, was also your first love, you reassured her that all your feelings for Maria were now strictly platonic. âShe was my first love, but that was years ago. I love you. Youâre my present and my future, Alexia Putellas.â
When you came home with Alexia for Christmas and some of her family members kept on sending wary glances towards you, you held Alexiaâs hand on top of the dinner table and proclaimed your love for her for everyone to hear, your chin up and your tone proud. âI love Alexia. Iâll take care of her the best way I can.â
When Alexia would pick you up from classes, leaning against her grey Cupra, you would sprint towards her, a big smile on your face and a âYou didnât have to pick me up, I know youâre a busy woman. Love you.â
Every single time Alexia would return a smile or a kiss, never saying it back when she knew you were expecting it every single time. Alexia realized romance wasnât as easy as she thought and this whole thing with you was bound to blow up if she didnât get her shit together.
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Turns out, it did blow up sooner than Alexia expected. She wished this point never cameâshe knew it would, she had been dreading it ever sinceâbut Alexia cursed the stars for actually making it happen. She just wanted to at least hold you for another night.
You two were getting ready for bed, Alexia changing into her pyjamas while you were already tucked in bed and you two were fine.Â
Alexia was talking about her day, how her mom scolded her because she was five minutes late to breakfast (which was insane because it was only five minutes), about the meeting she had for a possible new brand deal, and how she missed you the entire day. And maybe Alexia shouldâve noticed how quiet you were or how your body tensed the moment Alexia slid her arms under the cover and wrapped them around your waist.
When Alexia thought you had fallen asleep, you spoke, just barely above a whisper.
âI love you.â
It was silentâso silent that Alexia could hear a hair pin drop. She didnât know why this night felt different. Alexia didnât know why there was an edge to your voice and why there was something else she couldnât quite place.
You turned around to face your girlfriend. Alexia could make out the faint outlines of your face in the darkâshe had memorized every single inch of you.
âI love you, Alexia,â you stated once more. This time Alexia could clearly hear the challenge in your tone.
Alexia stared back at you, a sinking feeling started to settle in the pit of her stomach.
Seconds passed by, Alexia saw the mixture of emotions all over your face. You were hurt, Alexia could tell. You looked angry too, this Alexia wasnât expecting.Â
âDo you love me?â
Alexia was taken aback by the bluntness of the question. âWhat?â
âDo. you. love. me?â your tone turned impatient.
Alexia was wide-eyed. This wasnât where she was expecting this night to go. ây/nââ
You got up from the bed and Alexia followed suit. You two were standing in front of each other on the foot of the bed, you with your arms across your chest and a scowl on your face.Â
âHey, whatâs going on?
ââWhatâs going onâ?â you scoffed. âDo you love me or not? I asked you a simple question, Alexia.â
âIââ Alexiaâs voice got stuck in her throat. She didnât know what to say. She didnât like that she was being put on the spot like this either.
You stayed silent, an expectant look on your face. When Alexia didnât say anything else, you let out a big sigh.
ây/nâŠâ Alexia croaked out. She was afraid where this conversation would go.
You groaned, taking a fistful of your hair before exploding at Alexia. âItâs a simple fucking question, Alexia!â
Alexia was taken aback by your outburst. âIââ
You stepped forward, a fiery look in your eyes. âI. Love. You.â you punctured each word with a jab to Alexiaâs chest.Â
Alexia stared into your eyes, seeing the mixture of rage, sadness and disappointment swimming around in them. Alexia knew she should say somethingâshe should say the one thing she knew you wanted to hear. But why was it so hard for her to utter those words? Was it because she didnât feel it? Or was it because she was scared? Alexia didnât know, she needed to think, but you weren't letting her.
âYou donât love me, do you?â your tone was full of defeat. Alexia knew that it was now or never. She was going to lose youâreally lose youâif she didnât say something. âAll this time you never said it. I tried to make sense of it, I tried to make sense of you. You got me flowers every weekâsometimes even twice a week. You listen when I ramble about useless things, you accompany me to my lame university events, let people talk to you about politics and you never talk back to them even though I know you have opposite views on things. You just want my friends to like you. You remember all the dumb little things, remember when we first met and what I was wearing at that time. You tell me I look good even though I stayed up all night doing my assignments, you tell me Iâm beautiful at five in the morning, at midnight, in the middle of the day. You look at me like youâre in love with me. Like you love me.âÂ
You paused and took a deep breath. You gave a bitter laugh before looking straight into Alexiaâs eyes. âYou do all these things but you never told me that you love me. Not even once, Ale. And once upon a time, I believed you loved me. But I justâI donât know anymore.â
Alexia stayed silent.Â
âYouâre not even gonna say anything?â
Alexia stayed silent because she didnât know how to say anything without hurting you even more.
âSo itâs true, then?â your tone was full of defeat, your eyes shining with unshed tears. Alexia hated herself for being the cause of it.
ây/n,â Alexia whispered, her hands reaching out to touch you but you moved away. âIââ
âNo,â you ran a hand through your hair and gave a humourless laugh. âJust, save it, Alexia. I think I heard you loud and clear.â
When you slammed the door shut, Alexia felt the sobs at the back of her throat but she swallowed them. To cry meant she regretted everything that led you to walk out.Â
Alexia did this to herself. She was the reason you left, Alexia didnât deserve to cry. So Alexia stared out her window all night, wondering whether the reason her heart hurt so much was because the feeling she had for you was love all along and she was just too dumb to realize.
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When Alexia didnât get a single âI love you, beautifulâ in the middle of a meeting and when no one was there to kiss her goodnight and whispers of âI love youâ, Alexia wondered how dumb she was to let everything slip from her fingers.
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Maria came by her house a few days after you left, saying that you had asked her to pack your stuff up. Alexia couldnât do anything else but let her in and watched as your things that were scattered around her house were shoved into boxes.
Alexia didn't say anything, she couldnât ask Maria where you were staying now or if you were okay. Alexia figured she didn't deserve an answer.Â
âIs this y/nâs?â Maria was holding a stuffed teddy bear, one of its eyes missing and an embroidery of your initials seen on its left chest.
âNo,â Alexia lied, taking the teddy and sending your best friend a small smile hoping that she was convincing enough. âIt's mine. I know Iâm too old to own one of these⊠it has⊠sentimental values.â
Maria nodded and Alexia had a feeling that Maria knew she was lying, that she knew exactly that it was your favourite teddy bear and that Alexia lied because she wanted to keep a part of you to herself.Â
âOkay then, Iâll get going,â Maria lifted the last of the boxes and gave Alexia an awkward smile.Â
Alexia nodded and gestured towards the door. âIâll walk you out.â
Once the back of Mariaâs car was filled with your things, it dawned on Alexia that you were really gone.
You weren't talking to her anymore and there weren't any of your things left in Alexiaâs house. There was no more reason for you to come back and Alexia had to force a smile on her face, not wanting to cry, especially not in front of Maria.
âActually, uhm,â Maria cleared her throat. ây/n has something for you.â
âOh.â
âYeah,â Maria gave an awkward laugh before reaching into her car and pulling out an envelope. âShe told me to give you this.â
Alexia took the envelope with shaky hands, once again forcing a smile onto her face. âThanks.â
Maria was looking at her with so much pity in her eyes and a part of Alexia was angry at her, because just like Maria, she pitied herself too. How could she ruin such a good relationship? She felt pathetic and she understood why Maria was looking at her that way.
âAlexia, look,â Maria stepped forward and placed a hand on the captainâs arm. âI honestly think you two will get through this.â
Alexia gave a bitter laugh at that. Was Maria mocking her now? âShe packed all of her things. Well, you did, but it doesnât matter. What part of all of this still makes you think that sheâll come back? Because I donât think she will. I screwed up. She is not coming back. Itâs fine, Iâll live.â Alexia hated how despite trying to act unaffected, anyone could hear the shakiness in her voice.
Maria squeezed her arm lightly. âShe loves you. And right now she doesnât think that you love her back, which I know isnât the case.â
âHow? You donât know what Iâm feeling,â Alexia felt her defensiveness kick in. âWhat if sheâs right and I donât love her, not even a little bit?â
Maria shook her head and gave a soft smile. âYou seem to forget that Iâve been in your place before. I know what it looks like to love y/nâto be in love with her. You canât lie to me.â
Alexia crossed her arms. She didnât know why she was getting annoyed at where the conversation was going. âThen why donât you go be with her?â
Maria laughed at that. âBecause she loves you, not me, silly. Plus, Iâm in love with your sister.â
Alexia didnât say anything in reply and Maria took that as a cue to leave. Before getting in her car, she looked at Alexia one last time. âContrary to what you think, you havenât really lost herânot for good anyway.â
âI appreciate your optimism,â Alexia replied, her voice lacking any enthusiasm.
âI know that if you show up in front of her right now and tell her how you really feel, sheâll take you back in a heartbeat. She loves you.â
âThen why did she ask you to pack her things?â Alexia challenged back. âIf she still loves me like you claimed, wouldnât she be fine with seeing my face and not having to avoid me? And she wouldnât just- just leave.â
âAle, you two broke up over something so stupid. I canât for the love of me figure out why- how something so simple canââ Maria palmed her forehead, letting out a sigh. âJust tell her you love her. Whatâs so hard about that?â
âBecause I donât know if I do!â Alexia shouted frustratedly. âOkay?â
Maria softened at that and gave Alexia a reassuring smile. âI have a feeling that you already know the answer,â she shrugged. âThink it through. Donât take too long.âÂ
And with that Maria left, leaving Alexia standing with your envelope in her hands. She took a deep breath and opened it. Alexia expected a long letterâmaybe of you ranting about how much you hated her for breaking your heart, or pages filled with curses and how you never wanted to see her again. But all she got was a small piece of paper with one sentence and a bracelet that Alexia gave you on your one month anniversary.
itâs okay if you donât feel the same way I do, don't beat yourself up
-y/n
â
When days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and Alexia still hadnât heard from you, Alexia realized she finally lost you for good. Alexia realized that maybe she shouldâve taken Mariaâs advice, but she had put it off so much that now it had been months and who was to say that you hadnât already found someone new? Someone who actually loved you.
The thought caused Alexia to finally bawl her eyes out, exactly three months after you left. Alexia let herself feel all the pain and hurt, savoring every little twinge in her heart because she deserved it all. She hurt you, she didnât deserve anything good anymore.
Alba pulled her out of bed, telling her to get her shit together and usually Alexia was never the one to dwell on thingsâonce you fall, you get back up.Â
But this time it was different. Alexia felt that this was it. How could she recover from all this hurt when all she wanted was your smile back? Alexia thought that if she was given a choice, she would rather lose the Ballon dâOr than to lose youâthat was how important you were to her. Alexia knew she was dumb to not realize it sooner.
Despite Alexiaâs complete despair about the whole thing, Alba was adamant that Alexia could do something about it. Alba was the one who told her to woman up and chase after her girl and âSeriously, hermana? I know I said youâre terrible at romance but donât let that define you?! Do something!â
One night, Alexia discovered a pub not far from her place. No one was there except for her and one bartender. It was nice, Alexia could drink as much as she wanted without any judgment from anyone, and most importantly, she could think.
Alexia had a list and it went something like this:
Do I love y/n?Â
Can I get y/n back
Do I even deserve y/n back
Am I in love with y/n
Does y/n still love me
How can y/n be so perfect
Do. I. Love. Her
Alexia was brooding and drowning in her sorrows, everything seemed so wrong. It all seemed so difficult and it took hours of being alone, surrounded by alcohol, for Alexia to finally realize that it was actually simple.
Well, the drink definitely helped, but a song was playing on the speakers and Alexia would think that it was odd for a Taylor Swift song to be playing there if it werenât for the fact that she was the only customer that night and the bartender probably just didnât care about his song choices.
âLet me get this straight,â Alba said slowly, sipping on her coffee. It was the morning after and a Saturday, Alba was always at Alexiaâs at 7 a.m. âYou had an epiphany⊠because of a song you heard?â
âYes,â Alexia nodded. âItâs actually very simple.â
âVery simpleâŠ?â
âThis whole thing. Iâm in love with y/n.â Alba choked on her coffee and Alexia patted her back. âA shocker,â Alexia grimaced at Albaâs coughs. âI know.â
âWhat kind of song led you to this conclusion?âÂ
âTaylor Swift.â
âNo fucking way.â
âWhat?â Alexia shrugged. âKissing on sidewalks, light-hearted jokes, coffees at midnight⊠theyâre all simple things but itâs who youâre with that makes it all so special. And I had all the things that the song mentioned with y/n, and they meant a lot to meâeven though these things seem trivial, I cherish them a lot because I felt happy and- and in love. I get it now.â
Alba was stunned, Alexia could see with the way her eyes were widened and mouth agape.
âSo this is definitely months overdue. Maybe I shouldâve looked for y/n right after Maria took her things away, but it is what it is. I want to make things right. Help me, please.â
âFinally,â Alba sighed, a smile slowly forming on her lips. âI know where she lives now. Will you promise me not to break her heart anymore, because she's my girlfriendâs best friend and I really canât have you breaking her heart again.â
Alexia grinned as Alba told her your address.
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To get you back, Alexia had a plan (courtesy of Miss Taylor Swift):
Stand there like a ghost shaking from the rain
Say âItâs been a long three months and I was too afraid to tell you what I wantâ
Say âI want you for worse or for better. I would wait forever and ever. Broke your heart, I'll put it back togetherâ
Remind her how it used to be
â
âHi.â
Your eyes immediately widened once you saw Alexia.Â
You stared at the girl in front of you for a good minute. Alexia had to hug herself tighter, her teeth chattering from the cold. âAre you going to let me in? Besides it being so cold, I donât want your neighbour to see me in these.â Alexia gestured towards the baby pink sweatshirt with tiny puppies she was wearing.Â
âYouâreââ
âInsane?â Alexia grinned. Exactly like what the Taylor Swift song said. This was going as planned.
âNo- well that too,â you said, looking at Alexia in disbelief. âWhat I meant to say is that youâre drenched.â
âYes,â Alexia agreed. âIt is raining.â
âExactly! Why are you out in the rain?â
âBecause- because Iâm supposed to stand here like a ghost, shaking from the rain.â Alexia had a smile on her lips, hoping that you would smile back at her because that would mean that you didnât hate her.
So when you laughed in disbelief and shook your head, ushering her inside, Alexia breathed out a sigh of relief.
âDo you want some tea?â you offered.
âNo, thank you.â
âRight, my bad,â you opened your fridge, taking something out. âWhat I meant to offer is milk,â you placed the tiny sized milk carton on the kitchen counter and sat across Alexia. âI still canât believe you drink this.â
âYou donât drink milk,â Alexia stated.
You shrugged, your cheeks showing a hint of pink. âThis has been a permanent thing on my grocery list. Itâs second nature. I guess.â
Alexia stayed silent. She didnât know what she was expecting, but she wasnât expecting this. Maybe she was expecting you to hate her. For you to slam the door in her face and never talk to her again.Â
With how your last interaction turned out, Alexia was expecting you to be more angry, or to be anything other than to welcome Alexia into your new apartment and provide her with her favourite drink that you still bought even though you two broke up months ago.
It wasnât making any sense to her.Â
âHow are you so civil towards me?â Alexia blurted out.
âIâm sorry?â
âYou didnât slam the door in my face.â
You looked confused. âWas I supposed to do that?â
âNo!â Alexia quickly said. âI mean- itâs nice that you didnât slam the door in my face. I think I wouldâve, if I were you.â
âOh. Well. I donât think Iâm the type to slam the door in my exâs face.â
Alexia laughed softly. âThanks.â
âWelcome,â you grinned. A warm feeling settled in Alexiaâs chest because she really missed that smile.
The silence that followed was nice. Alexiaâs eyes darted around your apartment as she sipped on her strawberry milk. You poured yourself a cup of tea and it was still funny how your choice of drink was more mature than Alexiaâs despite being five years younger than her.Â
âSo what brings you here?â you broke the silence.
âOh,â Alexia rubbed the back of her neck. âWhy I came hereâŠâ Alexia trailed off.
âWhy you came hereâŠâ you copied.
Alexia gave a nervous laugh. She had a whole speech planned out, but now you were staring at her and Alexia was surprised that your eyes that used to look at Alexia with so much love were still looking at her the exact same way.Â
That, and combined with the fact that Alexia couldnât spot a single trace of anger in your face despite what Alexia did, made her burst into tears.
Here was the thing: Alexia disliked crying. That was obvious with the way Alexia cried for you months after you left and not the days that followed. Alexia was convinced that crying was a sign of weakness, so whenever she felt hot tears at the back of her eyes, she would always squeeze her eyes shut and push them away.
It was surprising to her that she was openly letting her tears fall in the middle of her exâs kitchen, her chest shaking as her cries became harder.
Alexia felt you next to her and the next thing she knew, she was being pulled into your arms. She could hear the pounding of your heart and she could feel your gentle kisses on the top of her head. It felt good and it made Alexia realize that letting her emotions show wasnât so bad.
âIâm sorry.â
âHm?â
âIâm really sorry for being so oblivious about things,â Alexia croaked out. âSorry for hurting you. I never meant to.â
âAlexiaââ
âLet me finish,â Alexia interrupted, turning in her chair to face you. She looked up into your warm eyes and took a deep breath. She could do this. Just like what she practiced. âUhm- itâs been a long three months. I was too afraid to tell you what I wantââ
âYou are not quoting Taylor Swift,â you were holding in your laughter. âAre you?â
ây/n,â Alexia groaned. âI donât know how to do this, okay? But Taylor Swift saidââ
You laughed so hard and Alexia felt the warmness back in her chest. âSorry itâs just,â you sighed fondly. âYou hate Taylor Swift, Ale.â
âI donât! I just donât know her well enough to like her,â Alexia corrected. âThereâs a difference.âÂ
âMhmm, sure.â
âI listened to a couple of her songs and they werenât that bad. Plus, the lyrics really resonated with me.â
âSo all this speech is just you telling me you like Taylor Swift now?â
Alexia rolled her eyes, ignoring your remark. âNo. There was one song about being in love, and it was so-â Alexiaâs voice grew smaller, her cheeks reddening before she could finish her sentence. âIt describes how I feel about you. It helped me⊠understand my feelings.â
You had an amused look on your face, almost smug. Alexiaâs face kept on flushing under your gaze. ïżœïżœïżœHm. How so?â
âOh you know,â Alexia started fidgeting with her hands on top of the kitchen counter, looking everywhere but you. âJust⊠That I understand why they lost their minds and fought the wars.â
You were quiet before you burst out laughing. Alexia had an offended look on her face yet she was smiling nonetheless. âExcuse me,â Alexia chastised. âIâm trying to confess something here.â
You immediately pursed your lips but not a second later the laughters were back. âSorry,â you said once your laughter died down. âYouâve been quoting Taylor Swift the entire night. Who are you, Alexia Putellas?â
âCan you not?â Alexia pouted. âIâm not good at this, you know that.â
Alexia could feel your hands cupping her cheeks, causing them to burn under your touch. All this felt awfully familiar and Alexia had to remind herself that you were broken up.
Taking a deep breath while still having you so near, Alexia continued. âI canât remember what to say next. Maybe because youâre too close,â Alexia bluntly said. When a hint of hurt and confusion flashed across your face, Alexia was quick to clarify. âYouâre making me nervous, y/n. Itâs- Iâm just so nervous. You know I always get nervous around you. Can you please stand at least five feet away?â
You shook her head in amusement and moved away, sitting on your previous spot across from Alexia. âYouâre ridiculous.â
Alexia smiled sheepishly. âI think whatâs ridiculous is how weâre broken up yet it doesnât feel like it right now.â
âIt does, doesnât it,â you had your eyes casted downwards, a wistful smile on your lips. âRemind her how it used to beâ, checked.
âIâm sorry I screwed things up. You know how dumb I can be sometimes.â
âYeah,â you scrunched up her nose. âYou can be pretty dumb sometimes.â
âHey!â
âBut I still love you nonetheless.â And there it was again, the challenge in your tone. Alexia was transported back to that night three months ago when you left.
âOkayâŠâ Alexia dragged on. âI know what youâre expecting and honestly I donât know why it took me so long to realize it butââ Alexia took a deep breath.Â
âI donât have much experience with love and believe it or not, Iâve never been in love before. I just donât find it important. What was important to me was football and being the best in the world, making sure my legacy lives on and how my dad would be proud of me, wherever he is. So if youâd ask me what love was a year ago, my paper would turn out blank, because I just donât care. Alba kept on making jokes about how Iâm going to end up alone andââ Alexia laughed. âFrankly, it wasnât even a joke because I was pretty sure it would come true. But then I met you, and I was so determined to prove Alba wrong because I can care about someone other than football, but then you left, and I was back to the sinking feeling that maybe Iâm just not meant for anyone. And before you say anything, y/n, I know I can overthink sometimesâor maybe a lot. But uhm- you being gone, it forced me to think and I realized that itâs actually a lot simpler than what I imagined.â
âAlexia, breathe,â you interrupted, a fond look on your face.Â
Alexia took a deep breath, she didnât realize how much she was rambling. âSorry,â Alexia smiled sheepishly, scratching at the back of her neck nervously. âWhat I meant to say isââ
You caught Alexiaâs hands that were waving around crazily in front of her. âI think,â you laughed, you intertwined your fingers and Alexia had to take another deep breath because she forgot what a sight it was to see your hands locked. âI really think you should breathe first.â
Alexia gave a nervous laugh. âI donât know why Iâm so all over the place with you. I can win championships, but with you⊠I had to practice my speech in front of a stupid mirror, because I know this will happen. This, as in me throwing up words- God, Iâm such a mess.â
âYou practiced in front of a mirror?âÂ
âHuh? Yeah,â Alexiaâs cheeks grew red. âOf course I didâŠâ
You let go of Alexiaâs hands and leaned back. âWell then, go on.â
âHuh?â Alexia squeaked.
âYes, your speech. We wouldnât want your practice to go to waste now, do we?â you were smiling and Alexia really wanted to kiss that smile away.Â
âFine. Yes. My speech.â Alexia took a deep breath. ây/n. Love is⊠Love is mornings with you and how your smile is the first thing I see when I wake up. Love is the sound of your laughter echoing throughout the supermarket aisle when I did a stupid dance after getting the last box of mac and cheese. Love is the nights spent together, feeling the rise and fall of your chest and how you talk in your sleep. Love is the silence on the way home, when weâre both too tired to talk, but itâs nice and I donât mind it. Love is the way your hands instantly find mine every single time. And I know that love isnât perfect because love is me breaking your heart and unknowingly breaking mine too. Love is scary because love is lowering your guards down and putting your heart on a damn silver platter and giving your person the chance to ruin you. But Iâd let you, y/n. Iâd give you a million chances to ruin me because I love you.âÂ
Your stare was intense and Alexia had to look away. âTe amo. I do. Iâm sorry it took me so long to realize it, and I know it has been months and a lot has changed⊠but Iâm here, if you want me. I am all yours. Because I love you. Iâve been in love with you ever since the first night, I think.â
Alexia forced herself to look back at you, her eyes locking with her favourite pair of orbs. âI want you for worse or for better, mi amor, and I would wait forever for you. I know I broke your heart, but I promise I'll put it back together.â
You had a smile on your lips and your eyebrow raised after Alexiaâs last sentence and Alexia wanted to celebrate internally because maybe Taylor Swift was a genius after all.
But when you didnât say anything else, Alexiaâs smile dropped and she had to accept that you could very well reject her. It had been months. A lot could happen in three months.
Alexia could feel the start of pain in her chest but then you laughed and Alexiaâs eyes widened because why would you be laughing if you were going to reject her?
âYou love me,â you stated.
Alexia was still staring at you. âI doâŠâ
You went closer to her until your hands were back cupping Alexiaâs face and that was when Alexia realized that you weren't rejecting her. Holy shit.
âYou dummy,â your tone was light but Alexia turned serious.
âI know,â Alexia sucked in a deep breath. âI was a terrible girlfriend, amor. I donât know how you loved me when all I did was mess up, but I promise that Iâll be better if youââ
âWe all mess up,â you interjected. âWeâre not perfect, baby. And youâre gonna mess up again in the future and I will too, but weâll get through it together.â
Alexia was silent, taking in your words. âSo uhm,â Alexia had to contain herself from grinning from ear-to-ear. âYou still want to be with me?â
Instead of answering, you leaned down and kissed her. Alexia let herself grin into the kiss and she swore that she would do whatever it takes to never lose you again.
â
Ale: I got the girl *insert smiling face with sunglasses emoji*
Albs: what
Albs: just use the emoji wtf weirdo
Ale: Thank you, Taylor Swift
Albs: youâre seriously so weird
Albs: how are we related?
Albs: but anyway congratulationsÂ
Albs: you wonât end up as a cat lady after all :D
Ale: Fuck off, Alba. You know Iâm allergic to cats
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** INTERVIEW NOTES:
ALEXIA PUTELLAS
SHE SMELLS NICE Y/N !!! FOCUS
VERY SERIOUS, ONLY LAUGHED ONCE
JUST TOLD HER TO SMILE MORE BECAUSE SHE HAS A PRETTY SMILE WILL SHE KICK ME OUT
SHE LIKES TACOS ??? IS THIS EVEN IMPORTANTÂ
SMART, INTELLIGENT, VERY ELOQUENT WITH WORDS !!! JUST TAKE MY HEART ALREADY ALEXIA PUTELLASÂ
HER EYES CRINKLE WHEN SHE LAUGHS OMFG ADORABLE
I THINK IâM IN LOVE
SHE JUST ASKED ME WHAT IâM WRITING DOWN
BYE
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a/n: this was a looong one hope you enjoyed it, loves !!! please let me know your thoughts :) :) :)
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a tailored connection
pairing: designer!sunghoon x muse!reader
synopsis: sunghoon, a talented designer, has always harboured feelings for his longtime friend, you. when he invites you to be his muse, the sessions are charged with a tension that neither of you can ignore. as sunghoonâs compliments and intimate moments reveal deeper feelings, a surprising twist shakes your world. with your engagement to someone else looming and sunghoon grappling with his emotions, both of you face a turning point that will challenge everything you thought you knew about love and friendship.
genre: friends to lovers, both are fools in love
warnings: looot of tension, angst!! , kissing, crying, not really proofread
note: aaand with this royally yours comes to an end, i had a great time writing it! where can i get a man who makes me dresses like this :( i hope you enjoy reading this<3
word count: 16.8k
royally yours masterlist | prev:jake
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the sound of laughter echoes through the village streets, a memory woven into the fabric of your childhood. sunghoon had always been there, his presence as familiar to you as the sky above. you grew up side by sideâfirst as playmates, then as something more complicated, though neither of you had the words for it yet.
it started with simple things. the way heâd hold out his hand to help you over the stones in the river, his grip firm but gentle. the way heâd always save the last piece of the bread he bought for lunch, handing it to you with a shy grin. and the way heâd linger just a bit longer when you hugged him goodbye, his arms wrapping around you like he was afraid to let go.
you were never apart for long, always finding reasons to be in each otherâs company. as children, youâd run wild through the village, a pair of inseparable companions. the streets had been your playground, the trees your hideout, and the open fields your kingdom.
sunghoon was the one who taught you how to climb trees, his long limbs making it look easy as he scrambled up the tallest one in the village square. youâd followed him then, determined to keep up with him no matter what, your competitive spirit something he both teased and admired.
âcome on, you can do it,â heâd called down to you one day, perched on a sturdy branch high above, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âiâm not leaving you behind.â
âiâm not going to be left behind,â youâd retorted, climbing faster, though your hands were trembling. you didnât want to admit it, but heights terrified you.
sunghoon had seen through you, though, like he always did. when you reached the top, his hand had shot out to steady you, his touch reassuring. âsee? i told you,â he said, smiling in that soft way that always made you feel warm inside.
that was how it always wasâsunghoon pushing you to be braver, to go further, but always there to catch you if you stumbled.
as you grew older, the carefree days of your childhood evolved into something quieter, but no less meaningful. sunghoonâs passion for design began to bloom, his sketchbook always tucked under his arm, filled with dresses, cloaks, and the kind of ornate embroidery that would make any noble gasp. heâd spend hours at the village tailorâs shop, learning from the master tailor, and youâd sit in the corner, watching him work, admiring the way his hands moved with precision and care.
âwhy donât you just play outside like the other girls?â the old tailor would often ask you, shaking his head with a smile. âthis place is no fun for someone your age.â
youâd always smile back, knowing full well why you stayed. âi donât mind. besides, i like watching sunghoon.â
sunghoon would look up from his work then, a shy smile tugging at his lips. âsheâs my best critic,â heâd say, as if that explained everything.
but it wasnât just about watching him work. there was something in the quiet moments between you, in the way you understood each other without having to say a word. he would sketch something and glance up, catching your eye, and youâd know exactly what he was thinking. he didnât have to say it.
the bond between you deepened with every passing year, though the village seemed blind to it. to everyone else, you were just friends, nothing more. but there were momentsâfleeting, subtleâwhen you felt something stirring between you, something neither of you dared to speak aloud.
it wasnât until one late afternoon, when the two of you were sitting under the large oak tree at the edge of the village, that you truly realised how much he meant to you.
the summer sun cast a golden glow over the fields, the breeze carrying the scent of wildflowers. you were both quiet, simply enjoying each otherâs company. sunghoon had his sketchbook open on his lap, his charcoal pencil moving lazily across the page. you were watching him, as you often did, wondering what it would be like to have your portrait sketched by him. would he see you differently if he looked at you that way? would the feelings youâd kept locked inside for so long show on your face?
âwhat are you drawing this time?â you asked, breaking the comfortable silence. it was always your way of trying to sneak a glimpse into the world that sunghoon poured into his designs.
he looked up, startled from his thoughts, his pencil pausing mid-stroke. âjust... a dress,â he said, and though it sounded like a simple answer, there was a softness in his voice that made you curious.
âa dress?â you echoed, smiling. âfor who?â
âfor... no one in particular,â he murmured, closing the book before you could peek at it. âjust an idea.â
you tilted your head, studying him. âyouâve been spending a lot of time on these designs lately. are you preparing for something big?â
he shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. âmaybe. iâve been thinking about... making something new. something different. i donât want to just follow the same old patterns forever.â
you nodded, understanding. sunghoon had always been ambitious, but his talent had begun to outgrow the small village you lived in. you knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to leaveâventure into the capital or even beyond to showcase his work.
âwhatever it is, youâll be amazing at it,â you said, your voice steady, though your chest tightened at the thought of him leaving.
he glanced at you then, his expression unreadable. âyou really think so?â
âof course,â you replied without hesitation. âiâve always believed in you.â
the words felt heavier than they should have, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. sunghoonâs gaze lingered on you, something unspoken flickering in his eyes, but just as quickly, he looked away, his fingers nervously tapping the cover of his sketchbook.
âi couldnât have come this far without you,â he said, his voice quiet. âyouâve always been there for me.â
you smiled softly, nudging him with your shoulder. âthatâs what friends are for, right?â
but even as you said it, the word âfriendsâ felt inadequateâtoo small to hold the depth of what you felt for him. and though you couldnât say it aloud, you wondered if sunghoon felt the same.
as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the fields, the two of you sat in silence, side by side. in the fading light, everything felt suspendedâlike the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
but neither of you moved, and the unspoken feelings between you remained just thatâunspoken.
for now.
the day had started like any other. you were making your way through the village, the familiar sights and sounds surrounding youâchildren running through the streets, merchants shouting their daily specials, and the distant clang of the blacksmithâs hammer. but today, something felt different. there was an odd flutter in your stomach, though you couldnât quite place why. perhaps it was because you were heading to sunghoonâs workshop, as you often did, or perhaps it was something else.
his shop had grown over the years, its modest space now brimming with elegant fabrics and mannequins draped in partially finished garments. sunghoon had worked tirelessly, his name slowly gaining recognition beyond the village, though he remained humble about his achievements. it had become a routine for you to visit him, to sit in the corner while he worked, offering your thoughts or simply watching the magic unfold under his skilled hands.
when you arrived, the door was slightly ajar, and you pushed it open to find sunghoon standing at his worktable, deep in thought. his back was turned to you, the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the window and casting a soft glow around him. he was focused, hunched over a sketch, his pencil moving in rapid strokes, as if he were chasing some fleeting inspiration.
you stepped inside quietly, not wanting to disturb him. he was always at his best when he was lost in his workâhis mind far away from the village, immersed in a world of silk and satin, seams and stitches. but even in those moments, it wasnât uncommon for him to sense your presence before you spoke.
today, though, he was more distracted than usual. he didnât notice you until you were almost beside him, peeking over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of his newest creation. âwhatâs this one?â you asked lightly, hoping not to startle him.
he jumped slightly, straightening up and turning to face you, a small smile forming on his lips when he saw it was you. âyouâre early.â
you raised an eyebrow. âam i interrupting?â
âno, not at all,â he said, closing the sketchbook and setting it aside. âi was just... thinking.â
âyou do that a lot,â you teased, leaning against the edge of the worktable. âwhatâs on your mind today?â
for a moment, he didnât answer. his gaze drifted toward the window, his fingers playing absentmindedly with the hem of a piece of fabric. you could see there was something weighing on him, but sunghoon had always been the type to choose his words carefully, never speaking until he was sure of what he wanted to say.
finally, he turned back to you, his expression serious but soft. âiâve been working on something new. something important.â
you crossed your arms, intrigued. âi figured as much. youâve been spending even more time here than usual. what is it? a new collection?â
ânot exactly,â he said, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. âitâs... different this time. i want to create something thatâs truly mine, something that will set me apart. but to do that, i need help.â
you blinked, surprised. sunghoon rarely asked for help, especially when it came to his designs. âhelp? from me?â
he nodded slowly, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart skip. âi want you to be my muse.â
the words hung in the air between you, heavier than youâd expected. muse. it wasnât just a wordâit was a role that carried meaning. in a way, youâd always been part of sunghoonâs creative process, offering suggestions or simply being there to share in his successes and frustrations. but this... this was something else entirely.
you shifted your weight, suddenly feeling a little unsure. âa muse? what do you mean?â
âi mean...â he hesitated, running a hand through his hair as he searched for the right words. âiâve been designing dresses, outfits for people iâve never even met. but none of them feel personal. none of them feel real. i want to create something that speaks to me, and to do that, i need someone who inspires me. someone i know. someone... like you.â
your breath caught in your throat. the way he said it, the way his eyes lingered on youâit was impossible to ignore the meaning behind his words. he wasnât just asking you to be part of his work; he was asking you to be at the centre of it. to be the person he looked at, thought about, dreamed about while he created. and that idea stirred something inside you that you hadnât been prepared for.
âi donât know if iâd make a very good muse,â you said, trying to laugh it off, though your heart was racing.
sunghoon stepped closer, his gaze never leaving yours. âyouâre perfect for it. youâve always been perfect.â
the air between you shifted, growing warmer, heavier with tension. it wasnât the first time heâd complimented youâhe was always kind, always thoughtfulâbut this felt different. his words werenât casual or lighthearted. they carried weight, an unspoken truth that had been building between you for years.
you felt the heat rise in your cheeks, your throat tightening. being his muse meant more than just standing still while he draped fabric around you. it meant letting him see you, really see you, in ways that no one else ever had. it felt intimate, like a part of you would be etched into every piece he made.
âwhat would that mean for us?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
sunghoon blinked, startled by the question. âwhat do you mean?â
âyou and i,â you clarified, feeling the weight of the words. âif i agree... wonât it change things between us?â
for a long moment, sunghoon didnât speak. he seemed to consider your words, his eyes searching your face as if trying to decipher your feelings. finally, he took a deep breath, stepping even closer, so close now that you could feel the warmth of his body. âmaybe it will,â he admitted, his voice soft but steady. âbut maybe itâs already changed. maybe itâs been different for a long time.â
his words hit you like a wave, the truth in them undeniable. he was right. things had changedâslowly, quietlyâbut neither of you had ever dared to acknowledge it. until now.
your heart hammered in your chest, the weight of his confession settling over you like a blanket. you could feel the tension between you, crackling like the air before a storm. there was something fragile, something precious hanging between you, and the slightest word or movement could shatter it.
but then, without thinking, you made your decision.
âiâll do it,â you said, your voice barely audible, but firm.
sunghoonâs eyes widened, a flicker of surprise and relief passing across his face. âyou will?â
you nodded, your gaze never leaving his. âyes. iâll be your muse.â
for a moment, neither of you spoke. the silence stretched, heavy with the unspoken feelings that had been buried for so long. and then, slowly, sunghoonâs lips curved into the softest smileâa smile that reached his eyes and made something inside you melt.
âthank you,â he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours, and for a brief, electrifying moment, it felt as if time stood still. you were acutely aware of how close he was, how much more intimate things had become between you in just a few short minutes.
you smiled back, though your heart was pounding. âi think itâll be fun.â
sunghoon laughed softly, the sound low and warm, and the tension between you seemed to ease, just a little. but even as you both fell into a more comfortable silence, you knew that things between you had changed. there was no going back now.
the sun was beginning to set as you made your way to sunghoonâs shop, a soft, golden glow spreading across the village. it had been only a few days since you agreed to be his muse, but the weight of that decision still lingered in your mind. there was a sense of anticipation, an underlying current of excitement that thrummed through you, but also an edge of nervousness that you couldnât shake.
you had always been comfortable around sunghoon, but this felt different. it wasnât just visiting a friend; you were stepping into a role that felt intimate in ways you hadnât quite expected. and you knew that once you crossed the threshold of his workshop today, something between you would shift again.
when you arrived, sunghoon was already waiting. the door was propped open, and you could hear the faint sounds of rustling fabric and the occasional scratch of his pencil against paper. you hesitated for a moment at the doorway, taking a deep breath before stepping inside.
sunghoon looked up as soon as you entered, a soft smile pulling at his lips. âyou came,â he said, sounding almost relieved.
âof course i did,â you replied, trying to keep your tone light despite the quickening of your pulse. âiâm your muse now, remember?â
his smile widened just a little, and he motioned for you to come in. âright. my muse.â
the word still felt strange on your tongue, and hearing him say it made something flutter in your chest. you glanced around the room, noticing that he had cleared some space near the large windows where the light poured in. rolls of fabric were neatly arranged, sketchbooks stacked nearby, and a dress form stood at the centre, waiting to be draped with something new.
you stepped closer, feeling the warmth of the sunlight against your skin, but also the weight of sunghoonâs gaze on you. his eyes followed your every movement, a soft intensity in them that made the space between you feel smaller, more charged.
âso, where do we start?â you asked, forcing a smile to break the tension that was building in the room.
sunghoon set down his pencil and moved to stand beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours as he reached for a roll of fabric. âi was thinking weâd start by figuring out what you like. i want to design something that feels like youânot just any dress, but one that youâd wear and feel... beautiful in.â
the way he said the word beautiful made your stomach flip. you swallowed hard, trying to focus on the task at hand instead of the way his voice lingered on the compliment.
âwhat i like?â you repeated, frowning slightly. âiâm not sure. i mean, iâve never really thought about it.â
sunghoon raised an eyebrow, glancing over at you with a small smile. âyouâve never thought about what you like in dresses? after all this time of coming here and watching me work?â
you laughed, a little nervous. âi guess iâve always been more interested in what you were making for other people.â
âwell,â he said, his voice softening, ânow itâs time to think about whatâs right for you.â
he moved closer, picking up a few pieces of fabric and holding them up to the light. âwhat do you think of these? what colours feel like you?â
you eyed the fabrics he heldâa deep emerald green, a soft blush pink, and a striking midnight blue. each one seemed to carry a different weight, a different mood, and the idea of choosing one for yourself felt strangely personal.
âiâm not sure,â you admitted, reaching out to touch the green fabric. âiâve always liked green, but... i donât know if it suits me.â
sunghoon tilted his head, his eyes flickering over you, as if he were studying you in a way he hadnât before. âit suits you,â he said quietly, the certainty in his voice catching you off guard. âit brings out your eyes. but so would the blue.â
you blinked, surprised by the compliment. sunghoon wasnât one to flatter people needlessly, especially not you. his compliments usually came in the form of casual remarks, offhand observations about how a colour might work or how you carried yourself in a certain style. but thisâthis was different. there was something in his tone, in the way he looked at you now, that felt far more intimate.
you felt your face grow warm under his gaze, suddenly self-conscious. âyou think so?â you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
âi know so,â he replied, his eyes never leaving yours. âyou have a way of making things look better just by wearing them. itâs not just about the dressâitâs about how you wear it.â
the room seemed to shrink, the air between you growing heavier with each passing second. you hadnât expected thisâhadnât expected him to speak so plainly, so openly. sunghoon had always been composed, professional, even around you. but now, there was something more vulnerable in the way he spoke, something unguarded.
you cleared your throat, trying to break the moment before it became too much. âwell, what about styles then? iâve always liked simpler designs. nothing too extravagant.â
sunghoon nodded thoughtfully, his eyes still lingering on you, as if he were trying to memorise every detail of your expression. âsimple suits you,â he murmured. âbut thereâs something about you that deserves more. something elegant.â
âelegant?â you echoed, unsure of where this was coming from.
âmm,â he hummed, reaching for his sketchbook. âyouâve always carried yourself with a kind of graceâlike you donât even realise how beautiful you are.â
your breath hitched. you stared at him, your heart pounding louder in your chest as his words hung in the air between you. this wasnât just a complimentâit was something else. something deeper. and the realisation of it hit you like a wave.
sunghoon, too, seemed to realise the weight of what heâd just said. he quickly looked away, focusing on his sketchbook as if he could take the words back by drowning them in his work. âi didnât mean to... i mean...â
you stood there for a moment, unsure of how to respond. you had never thought of yourself the way sunghoon was describing you now, and the fact that he saw you like thisâit was overwhelming. you could feel the tension crackling between you, the unspoken feelings that had always lingered beneath the surface suddenly threatening to rise.
âi just... think you should have something that shows who you are,â sunghoon continued, his voice quieter now, more careful. ânot just as my muse, but as you. something that makes people stop and see you the way i do.â
your pulse quickened at his words, and for a moment, you werenât sure if you could trust yourself to speak. the way he was looking at you now, with an intensity you hadnât seen before, made it feel like the walls of the workshop were closing in.
you glanced down, trying to focus on the fabric in your hands, but the weight of his gaze lingered. âsunghoon... i donât know what to say.â
he shook his head, stepping back slightly as if to give you space. âyou donât have to say anything. i just... i want you to feel beautiful in whatever i make for you. thatâs all.â
there was a long pause, the only sound in the room being the soft rustle of fabric as you ran your fingers over the green material again. your mind was spinning, your heart racing, and yet you couldnât deny the warmth that spread through you at his words. it wasnât just the complimentâit was the way he saw you, the way he always had.
finally, you looked up, meeting his gaze once more. âi trust you, sunghoon. i always have.â
his eyes softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. âgood,â he said quietly. âbecause i promise, whatever we create together, itâs going to be something unforgettable.â
the light from the late afternoon sun bathed sunghoonâs workshop in a golden hue, casting long shadows that stretched across the room. you stood near the centre, nervously smoothing the fabric of your dress as sunghoon readied his tools. he had done this countless timesâmeasuring clients for garmentsâbut somehow, this felt different. more intimate. more real.
âalright,â he said, his voice a little too casual as he approached with a measuring tape in hand. âthis wonât take long.â
you nodded, trying to keep your breathing steady as you watched him move closer. sunghoon had always been meticulous when it came to his work, his hands sure and steady, but today there was a faint tremor in them as he unspooled the tape.
âso, uh,â he began, his gaze flickering between your face and the tape in his hands. âweâll start with your shoulders. just... relax.â
you forced a smile, though the tension in the air was impossible to ignore. âiâm relaxed.â
he shot you a look that said he wasnât convinced, but he didnât argue. he stepped behind you, and you could feel his presenceâwarm, steadyâjust inches away. the fabric of your dress shifted slightly as he gently placed the tape around your shoulders, his fingers grazing your skin ever so lightly. the contact sent a shiver down your spine, though you tried your best to suppress it.
for a moment, the only sound in the room was the soft rustling of the measuring tape as he adjusted it. you could feel your heart beating faster, your pulse quickening with each passing second. sunghoon, on the other hand, seemed to be holding his breath, as if he were just as aware of the closeness as you were.
âalright,â he murmured, his voice quieter now, more focused. ânow your waist.â
he stepped around to face you, his gaze briefly meeting yours before dropping to the tape in his hands. his movements were careful, almost hesitant, as he crouched slightly, bringing the tape around your waist. you swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry as his fingers brushed the sides of your dress, the heat of his touch lingering longer than it should have.
the proximity, the feel of his hands so close to youâit was almost too much. you bit your lip, fighting the urge to fidget under his intense concentration. sunghoon had always been calm, composed, but now there was an unmistakable tension in the air, a subtle awkwardness that made your heart race even faster.
he straightened up, pulling the tape taut as he noted your measurements. âi... uh,â he began, clearing his throat slightly, âiâll need to get your bust next.â
you blinked, feeling your face grow warm. âoh. right.â
it wasnât as if you hadnât expected itâthis was part of the process, after allâbut somehow the idea of sunghoon taking that particular measurement felt... different. the room seemed smaller, the air thicker as you watched him struggle to keep his composure.
his hand hovered for a moment, clearly unsure of what to do. âiâuh,â he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. âjust... hold still.â
you nodded, though you could feel the flush rising to your cheeks as he brought the tape around your chest, his fingers brushing the fabric of your dress with the lightest touch. his face was close nowâcloser than it had ever beenâhis breath mingling with yours in the small space between you.
neither of you spoke. the silence stretched, heavy with the unspoken desires that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. his fingers fumbled slightly as he adjusted the tape, and for a brief moment, his hand brushed against your skin, sending a shock of electricity through you.
you inhaled sharply, your breath hitching at the unexpected contact, and sunghoon froze. his eyes flicked up to meet yours, wide and startled, as if he hadnât meant to let the moment slip.
âsorry,â he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. âi didnât mean to...â
âitâs fine,â you said quickly, though your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.
but he didnât move away. his hand remained where it was, the heat of his palm radiating through the fabric. you could feel every inch of himâevery breath, every subtle movementâand the closeness was dizzying. there was something in his eyes, something unspoken, that made your pulse race even faster.
you swallowed hard, your voice barely steady as you spoke. âsunghoon...â
he blinked, as if snapping out of a trance, and quickly stepped back, dropping the measuring tape as if it had burned him. âiâi think thatâs enough for now,â he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck again, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. âiâve got what i need.â
you let out a breath you hadnât realised youâd been holding, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy. âare you sure? i mean, if you need more measurementsââ
âno!â he said, perhaps a little too quickly, then cleared his throat. âi mean, no. weâre good. iâve got everything.â
the tension between you was palpable, thick and heavy, but neither of you knew how to break it. sunghoon busied himself with gathering the tape and jotting down notes, though his movements were jerky, his usual calm demeanour nowhere to be found.
you watched him, feeling a strange mix of emotions swirling in your chest. there was an awkwardness, yes, but also something elseâsomething that had been building between you for a long time, simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to spill over.
finally, sunghoon spoke again, though his voice was softer now, almost hesitant. âyou know,â he said, not meeting your eyes, âyou really do have... perfect proportions.â
your heart skipped a beat, his words catching you completely off guard. âwhat?â
he cleared his throat, rubbing his neck awkwardly once more. âi mean... for the dress,â he added quickly, as if trying to backtrack. âyou have a really... balanced figure. for tailoring, i mean.â
you blinked, taken aback by the sudden compliment, and for a moment, you didnât know how to respond. it wasnât just what he saidâit was the way he said it. the way his voice softened, the way he fidgeted under your gaze, as if he were revealing more than he intended.
âi... thanks?â you managed, feeling your cheeks burn with a mix of surprise and awkwardness.
sunghoon gave you a tight-lipped smile, clearly as flustered as you were. âyeah. no problem.â
the silence that followed was thick and heavy, both of you too aware of the tension that had settled over the room like a heavy blanket. sunghoon quickly turned away, busying himself with his sketches, but the weight of the moment lingered in the air, unspoken but undeniable.
you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart, but you knewâno matter how much you both tried to pretend otherwiseâsomething between you had shifted. and neither of you were quite ready to confront it yet.
the days following that first measurement session seemed to blur together, each one filled with quiet moments, shared glances, and unspoken words that hung heavy in the air. sunghoon had thrown himself into the design, sketching feverishly as if creating your dress had become not just his project, but his obsession. every stroke of his pencil seemed deliberate, every detail in the fabric a reflection of how closely he had studied youânot just your body, but you as a person.
the workshop had become a second home to you, and you found yourself spending more and more time there as the dress took shape. each day, you would come in, greeted by the soft sounds of scissors slicing through fabric and the rhythmic hum of sunghoonâs needle as he stitched delicate patterns. his focus was unbreakable, yet there was always that moment when he would pause, look at you, and give a small, almost shy smile, as if he still couldnât believe you were there, helping him create something so personal.
the tension between you grew thicker with every passing day. it was as if the fabric sunghoon was weaving was also binding the two of you together in ways neither of you had expected. there were the long stretches of silence, where the only sound was the soft brush of fabric against your skin as he worked, and then there were the moments when his hand would linger just a little too long as he adjusted the fit of a sleeve or pinned the hem of a skirt.
each session brought a new creationâa new dress, a new style. it had become almost routine: he would sketch out his ideas, asking for your thoughts on the design, and then you would model the fabric as he draped it over you, pinning it into place before moving on to the next step. but no matter how professional sunghoon tried to keep things, there was always that spark of something more lurking beneath the surface.
one afternoon, as you stood in the centre of the room, sunghoon paced around you, scrutinising the latest dress he had draped over your frame. this one was softer than the others, a light cream-coloured gown with delicate embroidery along the bodice. you could feel the weight of his gaze as he circled you, studying every fold, every contour, as if he were memorising the shape of you through the fabric.
âwhat do you think?â he asked, his voice quiet but steady, his eyes focused entirely on you.
you glanced down at the dress, running your fingers over the soft fabric. âitâs beautiful,â you murmured. âyouâve really outdone yourself.â
sunghoon didnât respond right away. instead, he stepped closer, his brow furrowing slightly as he adjusted the neckline of the gown. his fingers grazed your collarbone as he worked, sending a shiver through you. he seemed to hesitate, his touch lingering for just a moment longer than necessary, before he cleared his throat and stepped back.
âiâm trying to capture... something,â he said, his voice trailing off as he picked up his pencil and notepad, scribbling down a few notes. âsomething that feels... like you.â
you blinked, surprised by his words. âlike me?â
he nodded, not looking up from his notes. âitâs not just about the dress. itâs about how you move, how you carry yourself. i want to create something that feels like it belongs to you. not just any dress, but... your dress.â
there it was againâthat intensity in his words, the way he seemed to see you in ways no one else ever had. you werenât sure how to respond, so you simply nodded, letting the moment settle between you.
the sessions continued like this over the next two weeks, each one more charged than the last. sunghoon worked tirelessly, sketching new designs late into the night, and every day you would return to see the progress he had made. he would greet you with that familiar smile, sometimes shy, sometimes teasing, and you would fall into the rhythm of your muse-and-artist routine.
but there was something else growing between you, something neither of you could ignore. each time sunghoon draped a new fabric over your shoulders, each time his fingers brushed your skin as he measured or adjusted the fit, the unspoken tension between you deepened. his compliments, once casual and light, became more thoughtful, more personal.
one day, as he worked on the finishing touches of a new gownâa soft lavender dress with delicate lace trimmingâhe paused, glancing at you from across the room. âyou know,â he said, his voice softer than usual, âiâve always known you were beautiful.â
you froze, your heart skipping a beat at his sudden confession. he didnât meet your eyes, instead focusing on the hem of the dress as he stitched. âi just... i donât think iâve ever told you that,â he continued, his voice almost hesitant.
the words hung in the air, and for a moment, you werenât sure how to respond. sunghoon had always been complimentary in his own wayâpraising your grace or your proportions for the sake of his designsâbut this was different. there was something raw, something vulnerable in his tone that made your chest tighten.
âsunghoon,â you began, but he quickly shook his head, cutting you off before you could continue.
âiâm not saying it for any reason,â he said quickly, his hands still busy with his stitching. âi just... i think itâs something you should know. youâre more than just a muse to me.â
your breath caught in your throat. the weight of his words was impossible to ignore now, the line between friend and something more growing blurrier with each passing day.
you watched him work, his brow furrowed in concentration as he focused on the task at hand. the quiet intimacy of the moment settled around you like a soft cloak, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else existed outside of this roomâjust you, sunghoon, and the delicate threads of connection that were slowly being woven together.
by the time he finished the lavender dress, the air between you had shifted once again. there was no denying the feelings that had been bubbling beneath the surface for so long, but neither of you were ready to confront them. not yet.
âi think itâs done,â sunghoon said quietly, stepping back to admire the dress.
you turned, catching his eye for a brief moment before looking away, the tension between you still thick and unresolved.
âitâs perfect,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
sunghoon nodded, his gaze lingering on you for just a moment longer before he turned back to his sketches, his hands already moving toward the next design. but as he worked, you couldnât shake the feeling that something between you had shifted once again, pulling you both closer to the inevitable.
the day sunghoon finally called you to his workshop to try on the completed dress, your heartbeat quickened with anticipation. you had witnessed pieces of the gown as it came togetherâfolds of fabric, tiny swirls of embroideryâbut you hadnât yet seen the masterpiece in its entirety. now, standing at the doorway, you felt a fluttering mix of nerves and excitement, an invisible pull drawing you into sunghoonâs world once more.
as you stepped inside, you found sunghoon waiting, his face a picture of quiet intensity. he nodded toward the mannequin where the dress hung, his eyes unreadable but somehow deeper, darker than usual, as if holding back something unspoken.
when your gaze finally landed on the dress, your breath caught in your throat.
it was breathtaking.
the gown was nothing short of exquisiteâlavender silk flowed like water from the bodice down to the floor, shimmering under the afternoon light that streamed through the windows. the neckline was delicately embroidered, the threads so fine they seemed like whispers etched into the fabric, while lace fluttered over the sleeves, giving the piece an ethereal, almost dream-like quality. the entire dress exuded elegance, but more than that, it felt like youâa reflection of something so deeply personal that you almost couldnât believe sunghoon had captured it.
you couldnât tear your eyes away from the gown. âsunghoon... i donât even know what to say,â you whispered, your fingers brushing the edge of the fabric. âitâs perfect.â
he remained silent, watching you with a quiet intensity that sent shivers down your spine. his gaze didnât waver as you admired the dress, his expression unreadable but brimming with something just beneath the surface.
âtry it on,â he finally said, his voice low and steady, though there was a note of something raw in it.
nodding, you carefully took the dress from the mannequin and disappeared behind the changing screen, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. the fabric felt cool against your skin as you slipped into the gown, the weight of the silk settling around your body like it had been made just for youâwhich, of course, it had.
the dress hugged your curves in all the right places, the bodice fitting snugly while the skirt fanned out into a soft cascade of fabric. you ran your hands down the front, smoothing the delicate lace as a quiet gasp escaped your lips. it was perfectâno, more than perfect. it was everything you had dreamed of.
but there was one problem. as you reached behind your back to tie the strings that secured the dress, you quickly realised they were positioned just out of your reach. you stretched and fumbled, trying to catch the ties, but it was no use. frustration bubbled inside you, and after a few more futile attempts, you sighed in defeat.
âsunghoon?â your voice was hesitant, your cheeks warming as you called for his help.
âyes?â he replied, his voice soft but nearby.
âi... i canât tie the strings on my own. could youâcould you help me?â your request was almost timid, aware of the intimacy it required, but there was no other option.
a pause followed, but then you heard his footsteps approaching. he came closer, and the air between you seemed to shift, charged with a kind of tension that hadnât been there a moment ago.
âof course,â sunghoon said quietly. his voice had taken on a softer tone, one that sent a quiet thrill through you as you stood there, waiting, feeling the heat of his presence behind you.
you turned your back to him, exposing the bare skin between the open edges of the dress. the silence that followed was thick, palpable, as his fingers grazed the strings, brushing against your skin in the process. his touch was featherlight, but each accidental contact sent small jolts through you, your senses heightened by the proximity, the intimacy of the moment.
sunghoon worked with slow, deliberate care, pulling the strings through the loops at your back. his fingertips continued to brush your skin, his movements precise but betraying the tension in the way his breath seemed to catch when his hands touched you. you could feel his closenessâthe heat radiating from his body, his steady breath that almost matched the rhythm of your own heartbeat.
in the mirror directly in front of you, you watched his expression as he tied the delicate knots. his brow was slightly furrowed in concentration, but there was something else, something simmering beneath the surface. his lips parted ever so slightly, his eyes darkening as they traced the movement of his hands against your skin. you couldnât stop staring at him, watching the way his fingers worked, almost trembling as they lingered on your body longer than necessary.
your pulse quickened, your breath coming out a little too shallow, and you wondered if he could feel the way your muscles tensed under his touch. it was impossible to ignore the tensionâsomething unspoken, something that had been building between you for weeks, was about to break.
âthere,â sunghoon murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. his hands remained on your waist, resting lightly against the fabric as though he couldnât bring himself to let go just yet.
you swallowed hard, watching him through the mirror. the look on his face wasnât just one of pride in his workâit was something far deeper. his gaze softened as he admired the way the dress fit you, his fingers tightening slightly against your waist. âyou look... beautiful,â he said, his voice thick with emotion. âit suits you perfectly. is it comfortable?â
the words were innocent enough, but the way he said themâthe hushed tone, the way his eyes never left yours in the reflectionâmade your heart race. you nodded, unable to form words, still lost in the haze of the moment.
âitâs perfect,â you managed to say, your voice trembling slightly.
sunghoonâs hands stayed where they were, his touch sending a heat through you that was impossible to ignore. your eyes met his in the mirror, the intensity between you crackling like a flame barely held back. his grip on your waist tightened just a little, his fingers pressing into the fabric as though he were anchoring himself.
for a moment, everything froze. the workshop, the world outsideânone of it seemed to matter. all that existed was the way he was looking at you, the way his breath hitched as he stood so close. his fingers brushed against your waist, just under the edge of the fabric, grazing the skin there ever so slightly.
then you turned around, and suddenly, the space between you was gone.
you were standing so close that you could feel the warmth radiating from him, your chest brushing against his as you moved. his eyes darted to your lips, then back up to your gaze, conflicted but full of want. the air was thick with tension, so much that you could hardly breathe, and then, without warning, sunghoonâs restraint snapped.
he kissed you.
the kiss was swift, almost frantic, as if heâd been holding it back for too long. his lips pressed against yours with a kind of hunger that sent shockwaves through your body, stealing your breath. one of his hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, while the other remained at your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of the dress as though he were afraid youâd slip away. the kiss deepened, your senses overwhelmed by the heat of his mouth against yours, the way his hands held you like heâd never let go.
your mind spun in a whirlwind of sensation. the kiss was impulsive, raw, filled with all the feelings he had been holding back for so long. you couldnât think, couldnât breatheâall you could do was respond, kissing him back with the same intensity, the same desperate need that had been growing between you for weeks.
but then, reality crashed down.
sunghoon pulled back, his eyes wide with shock and regret, his breath ragged as he stared at you. âiââ his voice faltered, his hand still lingering on your waist, trembling slightly. âiâm sorry,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. âi didnât mean toââ
you were just as dazed, your heart still pounding, your lips still tingling from the kiss. âitâs... itâs okay,â you said, though the words felt hollow. the kiss had left you reeling, and you werenât sure what to think, what to feel.
sunghoonâs expression twisted with regret, his hands falling away from your waist as he stepped back. âwe shouldnât haveââ he shook his head, his face pale. âi crossed a line.â
you swallowed hard, feeling the tension between you shift into something heavier, something filled with confusion and guilt. âmaybe we should forget this happened,â you whispered, though the weight of the kiss still lingered in the air.
he nodded, his expression tight, though the pain in his eyes was unmistakable. âyeah. letâs... forget it.â
but neither of you could. the kiss, the way his hands had held you, the way your heart had racedâit was etched into the fabric of your friendship now, impossible to untangle.
word had spread quickly about sunghoon's exceptional craftsmanship. it began with whispers among the townâs elite, impressed with the stunning gown he had created for you, and soon, nobles from far and wide were flocking to his workshop, eager to have their own garments custom-made by his skilled hands. what had once been a modest business now thrived under the weight of new orders, with sunghoonâs talent finally receiving the recognition it deserved.
every day the workshop buzzed with activityâfine fabrics and intricate patterns sprawled across every surface, and sunghoon worked tirelessly, sketching designs, selecting fabrics, and stitching together dreams. you often found yourself there, as his muse, watching as he brought these creations to life, offering input or simply keeping him company through the long hours. his success was yours to share, and you couldnât have been more proud.
one day, a letter arrived from the royal palace itself. the princess had heard of sunghoonâs work and requested him personally to craft a gown for her upcoming ball. the letter was written in elegant script on fine parchment, a formal request for his presence at the palace to discuss the details of the gown. when he read it aloud to you, you could hardly contain your excitement.
âsunghoon, this is incredible!â you exclaimed, beaming at him as he held the letter in his hands. his eyes shone with a mixture of pride and disbelief, as though he couldnât quite believe this was happening.
âitâs surreal,â he admitted, glancing at you with a smile that warmed you from the inside out. âi never thought iâd be making dresses for royalty.â
âyou deserve it,â you said earnestly, feeling your heart swell with admiration for him. âyouâve worked so hard, and now everyone can see just how talented you are.â
sunghoonâs smile faltered for a moment, something unreadable flickering in his eyes as he looked at you. âi couldnât have done it without you,â he said softly. there was a weight to his words, a depth of feeling that you felt but couldnât quite name. your heart skipped a beat, but before you could respond, he turned away, folding the letter carefully.
the trip to the palace was an experience neither of you would forget. the sprawling estate, the opulence of the interiors, the sense of awe that filled you as you walked through the grand hallsâit was like stepping into another world. sunghoon had been invited to meet with the princess and discuss her gown, and as his muse and close friend, you accompanied him.
the princess was gracious and kind, and she spoke with sunghoon about the design she envisioned, praising his previous work. throughout the conversation, you couldnât help but steal glances at him, watching the way he carried himself with quiet confidence, his artistic mind already turning over the details of the gown in his head. it was hard not to feel a swell of pride, knowing you had played a part in his journey to this moment.
afterward, when the order had been placed and the royal commission secured, sunghoon suggested you both celebrate the occasion.
the restaurant was warm and cosy, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, far removed from the grandeur of the palace. the two of you had shared many meals together over the years, but tonight felt different. the weight of sunghoonâs newfound success hung in the air between you, the knowledge that his lifeâyour livesâwere changing in ways you hadnât fully anticipated.
you sat across from him, toasting to his success with glasses of wine, laughter bubbling up as you reminisced about old times. âdo you remember the time we tried to make that dress for my cousinâs wedding, and the fabric tore right before the ceremony?â you said, laughing as you recalled the chaos.
sunghoon chuckled, shaking his head. âhow could i forget? i thought i was finished as a tailor before i even started.â
âbut you saved it in the end,â you said, your smile softening as you looked at him. âyouâve always had this way of making things beautiful, even when they seem impossible.â
his laughter faded, and for a moment, there was a lingering silence between you. his gaze met yours, and the atmosphere seemed to shiftâsomething unspoken hung between you, thick and heavy like the summer air. the warmth from the wine and the closeness of the moment made it difficult to focus on anything else but himâthe way the candlelight flickered against his features, the way his eyes softened when they lingered on you just a little too long.
he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper. âyou know, this success⊠itâs more than i ever thought possible. and i donât think i could have done it without you by my side.â
his words struck a chord deep within you, the intensity in his eyes making your breath hitch. there it was againâthat undercurrent of something more, something that had always been there, just waiting for the right moment to break free.
your heart pounded in your chest as you leaned in slightly, your faces just inches apart. the air between you crackled with anticipation, the proximity sending sparks down your spine. you could feel the warmth of his breath, the space between you narrowing with every passing second. your eyes locked, and in that moment, it felt like the world had fallen away.
the moment stretched on, and you could feel your heart racing, your pulse thundering in your ears. he was so close now, close enough that you could feel the heat of his body, close enough that all it would take was one small movement, one tiny step forward, andâ
âiâm getting married,â you blurted out, the words slipping from your lips before you could stop them.
sunghoon froze, his eyes widening in shock. the spell between you shattered, and you immediately regretted speaking, but there was no taking it back now. the air between you went cold, and you felt your stomach drop as the weight of your announcement settled over the table like a heavy blanket.
âwhat?â his voice was low, strained, as though he couldnât quite believe what he had just heard.
you swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. âmy parents... theyâve arranged a marriage for me,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âiâm engaged.â
the silence that followed was deafening. sunghoon stared at you, his expression unreadable, though you could see the flicker of pain in his eyes. his jaw clenched slightly, his hand tightening around his glass as if he were trying to steady himself.
âwhen?â he finally asked, his voice tight, controlled.
âthe date hasnât been set yet,â you admitted, feeling your throat tighten with guilt. âbut... soon.â
sunghoon sat back in his chair, his gaze dropping to the table. for a long moment, he didnât say anything, the silence between you stretching into something unbearable. you could see the conflict in his eyesâthe hurt, the frustration, the confusion. the tension that had been building between you for weeks, months even, was now thick with an unspoken finality.
finally, he looked up at you, his eyes dark and clouded with emotion. âcongratulations,â he said quietly, though the word felt hollow, like it had been ripped from him unwillingly.
your heart sank, a wave of disappointment washing over you. you had expected... well, you didnât know what you had expected. for him to fight for you, maybe, to protest or say something that would change everything. but instead, all you got was a distant, polite congratulations.
âsunghoonââ you started, but he shook his head, cutting you off.
âiâm happy for you,â he said, though the strain in his voice betrayed his true feelings. âiâm sure heâs a good man.â
the words stung, more than you had anticipated, and you couldnât help but feel a deep ache in your chest. this wasnât how things were supposed to go. but what could you say? you were engaged, and he... he was congratulating you, just as any friend would.
âyeah,â you mumbled, your voice barely audible. âthanks.â
but neither of you was happy, and you both knew it.
the walk back home felt heavier than usual. the excitement and easy flow of conversation that had filled the night seemed to dissipate into an awkward, thick silence. sunghoon walked beside you, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets, eyes focused on the road ahead. normally, youâd both talk about everything and nothingâjokes, shared memories, or the latest designs he had been working on. but tonight, every step felt strained, as if the unspoken words were choking both of you.
you could feel the weight of what had happened at the restaurant still hanging between you, as if the tension you hadnât acted on had only grown with your admission. sunghoon had insisted on walking you home, just as he always did, though the usual warmth in the gesture felt distant now. neither of you had tried to break the silence, though you kept stealing glances at him out of the corner of your eye.
his face was unreadable, lips pressed into a thin line as he walked with an unusual stiffness. you wanted to say something, to break the thick silence, but no words came. the engagement had changed everything between you, and you hated how powerless it made you feel. there was a dull ache in your chest as you watched him struggle with the weight of emotions he clearly wasnât ready to share.
when your house came into view, you slowed your steps, almost wishing the walk could last just a little longer. but it didnât. you reached your doorstep, and just as you were about to thank sunghoon for the walk, the door swung open.
your mother appeared, her face lighting up the moment she saw the two of you standing there. âsunghoon! what a surprise!â she exclaimed warmly, stepping out and pulling him into an embrace before he could protest. âyou look so well!â
sunghoon smiled politely, though you could tell he was caught off guard by her enthusiasm. âgood evening, maâam. i was just walking your daughter home.â
your mother beamed, glancing at you with that knowing look of hers. âhe always does, doesnât he?â she teased lightly. âsuch a good boy.â
âmama...â you muttered, feeling embarrassed.
but your mother wasnât finished. âcome in, come in! you canât just leave him standing outside like that,â she scolded, ushering sunghoon into the house before either of you could object. you shot him an apologetic look, but he waved it off with a small smile as he followed her inside.
the warmth of your home enveloped you both, the familiar scent of dinner lingering in the air. your father was sitting by the fire, and when he saw sunghoon, his face brightened. âah, thereâs the young tailor everyoneâs talking about! come, sit with us.â
sunghoon looked between you and your parents, clearly not wanting to intrude, but it was hard to refuse the hospitality of your family. you watched as he settled into one of the chairs near the fire, his polite smile fixed in place, though you could sense the unease in his posture.
your mother sat beside him, clasping his hands in hers as she looked at him with pride. âsunghoon, iâve heard such incredible things about your work lately. everyone is talking about you, and we couldnât be more proud.â
you could see the discomfort in his eyes as your motherâs words began to feel more like a reminder of the distance between you. he offered her a tight smile. âthank you. itâs been... unexpected.â
âand well deserved!â your father chimed in. âwe always knew youâd make something of yourself, ever since you were little.â
your mother nodded eagerly, her gaze softening as she looked at him fondly. âweâve seen you grow up alongside our daughter, sunghoon. you two have always been so close... practically inseparable.â
you stiffened at the words, knowing what was coming next.
âwhich is why,â your mother continued, glancing at you briefly before turning back to sunghoon, âitâs been so hard for her, this whole engagement business.â
your stomach twisted. the topic you had been dreading was now out in the open, and you didnât miss the way sunghoonâs jaw tightened ever so slightly. he was trying to stay composed, but the flicker of surprise in his eyes was unmistakable.
âsheâs protested quite a bit, hasnât she?â your mother added, her tone half-amused, half-concerned.
sunghoonâs eyes darted toward you, his surprise evident. you could see the confusion in his expression as he processed your motherâs words. you hadnât said yes to the engagement? not fully? he had assumed you had accepted it without question, but now...
you averted your gaze, feeling your cheeks flush under the weight of both his and your parentsâ attention. you hadnât exactly fought against the engagement with much force either. it was an unspoken understanding between you and your family that the marriage would happen eventually, even if your heart wasnât fully in it. but now, seeing sunghoonâs expression shift, you could see the conflict in his eyes.
your mother continued on, oblivious to the tension now thick in the air. âitâs just nerves, of course. every girl feels a bit uncertain before a big step like this.â she smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. âsheâll come around.â
you wanted to protest, to say something that would dispel the awkward silence stretching between you and sunghoon, but the words caught in your throat. instead, your motherâs next words hit like a hammer, unknowingly driving the wedge deeper.
âactually,â she began, her voice suddenly filled with excitement, âwe were hoping you could help us with something, sunghoon.â
he blinked, taken aback by her tone. âof course, maâam. what is it?â
âwell,â she said, glancing at you with a grin, âwho better to make our daughterâs wedding dress than the most talented designer in town?â
the room felt as if it had dropped several degrees, the weight of her request pressing down on all of you. you felt your stomach churn, a sinking feeling of dread settling in. you hadnât expected thisâhe hadnât expected this. you watched as sunghoonâs expression faltered for the briefest moment, his composure slipping as the full impact of your motherâs words hit him.
make your wedding dress. your wedding dress.
he smiled, though it didnât quite reach his eyes. âiâd be honored,â he said quietly, his voice strained.
your mother clapped her hands together, beaming with delight. âoh, thatâs wonderful! i knew we could count on you, sunghoon.â
he stood up then, a sudden stiffness in his movements. âthank you for your kindness,â he said, his voice more formal now. âbut itâs late, and i should be going.â
your mother stood as well, ushering him toward the door with a fond smile. âof course, of course. but we must meet soon to discuss the dress!â
sunghoon nodded, his gaze avoiding yours as he headed for the door. you followed behind in silence, the heaviness between you both suffocating.
at the doorstep, he paused, his hand resting on the doorframe as he turned to face you one last time. there was something broken in his expression, a quiet sadness that you couldnât quite place. for a moment, it seemed as if he might say somethingâsomething real, something rawâbut then, he simply nodded.
âgood night,â he whispered, before turning and walking away.
as you watched him disappear into the night, your heart ached with the words left unsaid, the feelings unspoken, and the love you both were too afraid to fight for.
as sunghoon walked through the dimly lit streets, the cool night air did little to ease the storm brewing inside him. each step echoed in the stillness, but his mind was anything but calm. the evening had turned from tense excitement into a suffocating weight pressing down on his chest.
he replayed your motherâs words over and over in his mind: âwho better to make our daughterâs wedding dress than the most talented designer in town?â the words had cut deeper than any blade, the cruel irony of it all making his heart twist painfully. he had dreamed of crafting something beautiful for you, yes, but never like this. not for someone elseâs wedding. not for the marriage that would take you away from him.
sunghoon clenched his fists, his knuckles white as his nails bit into his palms. a marriage. to someone else. he could barely picture it, the idea so foreign and painful that it seemed absurd. but the reality was right there, looming in front of him like an unstoppable force. he had always known that this day would come. you were from a noble family, destined to marry someone of status. and him? he was a tailor, nothing more. his growing reputation in town meant little in comparison to the weight of your familyâs expectations.
itâs for the best, he told himself, over and over, like a mantra he hoped would dull the pain. your life with that manâwhoever he wasâwould be easier, more secure. youâd live the life you were meant to lead, filled with luxury, stability, and everything a noblewoman deserved. sunghoon had nothing to offer in comparison. even with his recent success, his craft could never provide you with the life that an arranged marriage could.
sunghoonâs pace quickened, the weight of his emotions making it harder to breathe. his mind whirled with a painful realization: itâs better this way. he had no right to confess his feelings to you now. no right to complicate your life any further. you were getting married, and he had to respect that. confessing his love wouldnât change anythingâit would only hurt you more, and he couldnât bear the thought of being the cause of your pain.
he thought of the way you had looked at him tonight, how your eyes had softened when you admitted that you hadnât agreed to the marriage yet. the flicker of hope that had briefly ignited in his chest had been swiftly extinguished by the cold voice of reason. you deserved better than him, better than a life filled with uncertainty and struggle. and even though it tore him apart inside, sunghoon knew he had to let you go.
sheâll be happier without me. the thought twisted like a knife in his heart, but he held onto it like a lifeline. it was easier to believe that than to face the truthâthat he was simply too afraid. too afraid to fight for you, too afraid of what loving you truly meant. because if he did confess, if he asked you to choose him, what then? you would have to give up your life of comfort, your familyâs support, and the future they had planned for you. and what if you regretted that decision later? what if he couldnât be enough for you?
no. he wouldnât let that happen. he couldnât risk it.
by the time sunghoon reached his workshop, his heart was heavy with the decision he had made. he stepped inside, the familiar smell of fabric and wood filling the space around him, but it no longer brought him any comfort. he stood in the dim light, surrounded by the tools of his tradeâthe very things that had brought him successâand felt nothing but emptiness.
he wouldnât confess. he couldnât.
because he loved you too much to ask you to settle for less.
the tension between you and sunghoon hung in the air like a thick fog, clouding everything you had once held dear.
he avoided you, not because he wanted to, but because he couldnât bear to look you in the eye. each passing day, you found yourself hopingâdesperatelyâthat he would come to you, that he would say something to stop the impending wedding. but instead, sunghoon pretended to be okay. he carried on with his work, his life, as if the confession hadnât happened. as if you hadnât bared your soul to him and he hadnât done the same. he buried his emotions, putting on that same calm, controlled front, and it drove you mad.
he wouldnât fight for you.
your heart ached with the realisation, and it became painfully clear during the next few days that sunghoon had no intention of changing the course of things. the silence between you both was unbearable, the distance growing wider with each passing moment. and just when you thought it couldnât get any worse, your parents made it worse.
they scheduled an appointment with sunghoon for the most painful task yet: designing your wedding dress.
the irony of it was too cruel. sunghoon, the man who knew every inch of you, who had memorised your shape, your measurements, who had held you so intimately in his arms, was now tasked with crafting the gown you would wear as you married someone else. it was the final blow, the final insult, to a relationship that had been ripped apart by circumstances you couldnât control.
when the day of the appointment arrived, you found yourself standing outside his workshop, dread pooling in your stomach. you didnât want to go inside. you didnât want to face him, not after everything that had happened, and certainly not for this.
with a deep breath, you pushed the door open, stepping into the familiar space that now felt cold and foreign. sunghoon was already there, standing by his work table with rolls of fabric laid out in front of him, but the usual warmth in his eyes was absent. he looked up when you entered, his expression neutral, professional. he greeted you with a small nod.
âletâs get started,â he said, his voice low, as if he too was trying to suppress the emotions that lingered just beneath the surface.
you could barely look at him. the air was thick with tension, and you forced yourself to speak, though your voice came out flat, distant.
âi donât even know why iâm here,â you muttered, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. âthis is just⊠a formality.â
sunghoonâs eyes flickered briefly with somethingâhurt, maybeâbut he masked it quickly. âyour parents want you to have the perfect dress. itâs important to them.â
the atmosphere inside sunghoonâs workshop felt suffocating. you sat rigidly on a small chair, staring at the neatly folded fabrics in front of you while sunghoon prepared his tools. everything about the moment felt forced, mechanical, nothing like the ease and flow of your previous sessions together. you didnât want to be there. and you were making it painfully clear.
sunghoon turned to face you, holding a few sketches in his hand, his face expressionless. but you could sense the tension in the air, the unspoken pain that lingered between you both. he wasnât the same, and neither were you.
âso,â he began, keeping his voice calm and professional, âdo you have any preferences for the neckline? maybe something youâve always liked?â
you shrugged, not even looking up at him. âdonât know. donât care.â
his brow furrowed slightly, but he said nothing, nodding as if that response was perfectly normal. he glanced down at the sketches again, adjusting the paper. âokay⊠how about the fabric? i was thinking something soft, maybe silk? orââ
âwhatever,â you muttered, crossing your arms. âdoesnât matter.â
sunghoon paused, his eyes lingering on you for a moment. you could feel his gaze, heavy with concern, but you refused to meet it. you didnât want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how hurt you were, how badly you wanted him to say something, anything, that would change this.
he sighed quietly, turning back to his worktable. âi just want to make sure itâs perfect for you,â he said softly, his voice gentle but strained. âthis is an important dayâŠâ
you clenched your jaw, the words digging into your heart like shards of glass. an important day? for who? certainly not for you. he kept talking about the wedding as if it were inevitable, as if you were excited about it, and it made your blood boil.
âwhat about the waistline?â he asked again, forcing the conversation to continue. âsomething fitted, or maybe a bit more relaxed?â
âi donât care,â you replied tersely, your tone sharp. âyouâre the expert, right? just do whatever.â
the silence that followed was deafening. sunghoon stood still for a moment, his hands resting on the fabrics, his back to you. you saw the slight slump in his shoulders, the way his fingers gripped the edge of the table just a little too tightly, and for a second, you almost regretted your words.
but the frustration bubbling inside you wouldnât let up. you had come here hoping, praying, that he would give you a reason to stop the wedding, that he would fight for you. instead, you were sitting here discussing necklines and fabric as if everything was perfectly fine, as if you werenât on the verge of losing everything.
he turned back around, this time holding a measuring tape. âletâs⊠start with your measurements,â he said, his voice sounding tired, defeated.
you stood up reluctantly, moving toward him, your movements stiff and reluctant. you stood there in the middle of the room, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on your chest.
sunghoon stepped closer, the tape measure in his hands, and for a moment, you both stood in silence, the tension between you thick and suffocating. his proximity felt overwhelming, but this time, it wasnât filled with the same spark as before. instead, it was heavy, burdened with all the things you both refused to say.
he hesitated for a second before gently wrapping the tape around your waist. his fingers brushed lightly against your skin, but there was no tenderness in the touch. it was robotic, methodical, like he was forcing himself to distance every part of him from you.
âwhat about the sleeves?â he asked quietly, trying to fill the silence. âlong or short?â
âwhatever,â you snapped. âit doesnât matter. none of this matters.â
sunghoon froze for a moment, his hands stilling against your waist. the silence stretched between you, thick with unresolved tension, before he pulled away, the tape measure slipping from his fingers. he turned to face you, his expression strained, frustration and confusion swirling in his eyes.
âwhatâs going on with you?â he finally asked, his voice low but firm. âwhy are you acting like this?â
you stared at him, your chest heaving with a mix of anger and sorrow. his question was the breaking point, the floodgates that had been holding everything back bursting open all at once.
âwhy am i acting like this?â you repeated, your voice trembling with emotion. âbecause youâre standing here, pretending like everythingâs fine when itâs not!â
sunghoonâs brow furrowed, but he said nothing, his eyes searching yours for an explanation.
âthis dress⊠this wedding⊠none of it matters to me!â you continued, your voice growing louder with every word. âi donât want this. i never wanted this. and you know it, sunghoon. you know it better than anyone!â
he opened his mouth to respond, but you didnât let him. the words kept pouring out, all the frustration and pain you had been bottling up for weeks finally spilling over.
âiâve been waiting for you to say something, to do somethingâanythingâthat would make me stop this wedding. but youâve just been standing there, acting like this is what i want when you know it isnât!â your voice cracked, your hands trembling at your sides. âwhy wonât you say anything? why wonât you fight for me?â
sunghoon stared at you, the weight of your words hitting him like a punch to the gut. he looked down, his shoulders sagging as if the burden of everything you had just said was too much to bear.
âi⊠i thought this was what you wanted,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. âi thought you deserved someone better than me. someone who could give you everything i canât.â
you felt your heart clench painfully in your chest, the ache of his words almost unbearable. âthatâs not for you to decide!â you shot back, your voice breaking. âyou think i care about any of that? i donât. i never did. the only thing i care about is you.â
the silence that followed was thick with raw emotion. sunghoon stood there, his expression torn, his hands trembling at his sides. he looked like he wanted to say something, like he was finally ready to fight, but the fear in his eyes held him back.
âiâm sorry,â he whispered, his voice barely audible. âiâm so sorry.â
the apology shattered whatever was left of your composure. you turned away, not able to stand the sight of him any longer.
âi donât want to wear a wedding dress if itâs not for you,â you said quietly, tears brimming in your eyes. you swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to leave, your heart breaking with every step you took toward the door.
sunghoon didnât try to stop you. he just stood there, broken, as you walked out of his life.
it was the dead of night, the streets shrouded in silence, broken only by the soft crunch of your hurried footsteps on the cobblestone path. you didnât look back. you couldnât. not when you had finally made your decision. with nothing but the small bags clutched in your hands, you walked with purpose, heart pounding as you made your way toward sunghoonâs home.
the weight of the evening air pressed against your skin, thick with the lingering tension that had been suffocating you for days. since that fateful conversation at his workshop, the ache in your chest had only deepened, every moment spent away from him gnawing at you. there was no escaping it. you couldnât go through with the marriage. not when you knew where your heart truly lay.
the small house loomed ahead, a single dim light flickering from the window, signalling that sunghoon was still awake. your pulse quickened, the gravity of what you were about to do hitting you all at once. you were throwing away everythingâyour familyâs expectations, your arranged marriage, the life you had been destined to liveâall for him. and yet, none of it scared you.
because sunghoon was worth it. he was the only thing you wanted.
you reached the door, your breath shallow as you hesitated for a split second, your heart hammering in your chest. then, without another thought, you raised your hand and knocked.
a few moments passed, the silence inside the house dragging on like an eternity before you heard soft footsteps approaching. the door creaked open, revealing sunghoon standing there, his hair tousled, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw you standing there, drenched in moonlight, with your bags in hand.
ây/n?â his voice was laced with confusion, concern flickering across his features as he glanced between you and the bags at your side. âwhat are youâwhatâs going on?â
you didnât answer right away. instead, you stepped forward, crossing the threshold into his home without invitation, leaving him to close the door behind you. the room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows across the familiar space where so much of your time together had unfolded. it felt both comforting and surreal to be here now, on the brink of something monumental.
âi couldnât do it,â you said at last, your voice barely a whisper but filled with determination. âi couldnât marry him, sunghoon.â
he stood there, frozen, his brow furrowing in confusion. âwhat do you mean? the weddingâitâsââ
âi donât want to marry him,â you interrupted, turning to face him fully, your eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made your heart race. âi donât want any of this. the wedding, the life my parents planned for meâitâs not what i want. itâs never been what i wanted.â
sunghoonâs breath hitched, his confusion deepening, but you could see the glimmer of hope slowly dawning in his eyes. âthen⊠what are you saying?â
you dropped your bags to the floor and stepped closer to him, the raw emotion swirling inside you finally breaking free. âwhat iâm saying is that iâm here, right now, because iâm choosing you, sunghoon. all iâve ever wanted is you. i thoughtâi hopedâyouâd feel the same. but you never said anything. and i canât keep waiting.â
his eyes widened, a storm of emotions flashing across his face. he looked torn between disbelief and longing, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out.
âi know you think i deserve better,â you continued, your voice growing more urgent, your hands trembling slightly as you reached out to him, âbut i donât care about that. i donât care about anything except you. all i wantedâall i ever wantedâwas for you to tell me you felt the same. to fight for me.â
sunghoon swallowed thickly, his eyes locked on yours, and for the first time since you had shown up, he looked utterly vulnerable. âi do⊠i do feel the same, y/n. iâve always felt the same. but i thoughtââ his voice cracked, and he took a shaky breath. âi thought youâd be better off without me. i was afraid iâd ruin your life if i held you back from everything you deserve.â
you shook your head fiercely, your heart pounding. âyouâre wrong. you never would have ruined anything. the only thing thatâs been ruining me is the thought of losing you.â
tears welled up in his eyes, his composure crumbling as the weight of his emotions finally caught up to him. he took a step closer, his hands reaching out to gently cup your face. his touch was warm, familiar, filled with the tenderness that had been missing for so long.
ây/n,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, âi donât deserve you⊠but i canât let you go.â
your breath caught in your throat as the distance between you vanished. his hands trembled slightly against your skin, but the intensity in his gaze spoke volumes. you could feel the raw need, the longing that had been suppressed for too long, finally coming to the surface.
âthen donât,â you whispered, your voice breaking. âdonât let me go, sunghoon. i love you. iâve always loved you. and iâm not going anywhere unless itâs with you.â
the words seemed to unlock something in him. without another second of hesitation, he pulled you into his arms, his lips crashing against yours in a desperate, passionate kiss that spoke of all the years of pent-up desire and unspoken feelings between you. it was everything you had hoped for, everything you had longed forâpure, unfiltered love.
when he finally pulled away, breathless and trembling, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes still closed, as if savouring the moment.
ârun away with me,â you whispered, your hands still tangled in his shirt. âwe can leave this place, start a new life. i donât care where we go as long as iâm with you.â
sunghoon opened his eyes, searching yours for any hint of doubt, but all he saw was determinationâlove. a soft, disbelieving laugh escaped him, his fingers tracing the lines of your face as if committing them to memory.
âare you sure?â he asked, his voice shaking. âare you really sure about this?â
you smiled, leaning into his touch, your heart swelling with the certainty of your decision. âiâve never been more sure of anything in my life.â
sunghoon closed his eyes again, pulling you into a tight embrace, as if afraid to let go. âi love you,â he murmured against your hair, his voice raw with emotion. âiâve always loved you.â
tears of relief and joy welled up in your eyes as you buried your face in his chest, holding onto him like he was your lifeline. this was what you had been waiting for. this was all you ever needed.
âweâll leave tonight,â he whispered, his voice resolute. âweâll start over, just the two of us.â
you nodded, a smile breaking through the tears as you felt the weight of the world lifting from your shoulders. this was your new beginning. your future with sunghoon, the one you had always dreamed of.
and together, you knew you could face whatever came next.
the moon hung low in the sky, casting its pale glow over the winding road that stretched out before you and sunghoon. the cool night air clung to your skin as you both moved in silence, hearts pounding in unison as you left the only life you had ever known behind. with each step, the weight of your decision lifted, replaced by a thrill that sent shivers down your spine.
you glanced over at sunghoon, his face illuminated by the moonlight, a mix of determination and exhilaration playing on his features. his hand gripped yours tightly, as if afraid to let go, as if letting go would mean losing you forever. neither of you had spoken much since leaving his house, but the unspoken understanding between you was stronger than ever.
the path ahead was unknown, but that no longer frightened you. in fact, it excited you.
as you crested the hill that overlooked your town, you both stopped for a moment, turning to take in the view one last time. the place where you had grown up, where your families lived, where your life had been planned out for youâit all felt so distant now, like a world you were no longer part of.
you turned to sunghoon, a soft smile tugging at your lips despite the enormity of what you were doing. âso⊠where are we going?â
he turned to look at you, his eyes filled with that familiar spark of ambition you had always admired. âthereâs a city,â he began, his voice low and steady. âa place iâve always dreamed of going. itâs known for fashion, for artisans, for people like me who want to make a name for themselves.â
you could see the excitement dancing in his eyes, the dream he had always kept close to his heart. âiâve heard of it,â you said, your smile growing. âyouâre talking about sorina, arenât you?â
he nodded, his grip on your hand tightening. âyes. itâs always been my dream to open my own studio there. to create something thatâs entirely mine. but⊠i never thought iâd actually go. i didnât think iâd have the chance.â
your heart swelled with pride and affection as you looked at him. âwell, now you do,â you said softly. âand youâre not going alone.â
his expression softened, and for a moment, he just looked at youâreally looked at you, as if he still couldnât believe this was happening. then, with a quiet laugh, he pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your hair. âi donât deserve you,â he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.
you smiled against his chest, wrapping your arms around him. âyouâre wrong. youâre everything i deserve.â
with one final glance at the town behind you, the two of you turned and began your journey to sorina, the city of dreams. the road ahead was long, but the promise of a new life with sunghoon made every step feel lighter. the thought of him creating masterpieces, of you being by his side as his muse, filled you with a hope you had never known.
and as the two of you settled into your new life in sorina, that peace only grew. sunghoonâs dreams were coming to life with every stitch, every sketch. he was thriving in a way that you had always known he could, and you were there to see it all. your role as his muse was more than a job or a titleâit was the culmination of your deep connection, your bond that had grown through years of friendship and love unspoken.
there were moments when the thought of your parents crossed your mind. the guilt of running away lingered in the back of your heart at times, knowing how much they had hoped for you to marry into the match they had chosen. you wondered if they were angry, disappointed, or hurt by your decision. but as days turned into weeks, those worries faded. you knew your parentsâthey loved you too much to hold on to their disappointment forever.
"iâm sure theyâll forgive me," you said one evening, resting your head on sunghoon's shoulder as you both watched the busy city streets from your studio. "theyâll come to understand⊠eventually."
sunghoon looked at you, his eyes searching your face for any signs of doubt. âyou really think so?â
you nodded, smiling softly. âi know they will. theyâve always wanted me to be happy. and when they see how happy we are⊠when they see all youâve achieved, theyâll realise we made the right choice.â
he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering against your cheek. âi hope so,â he said, his voice quiet but filled with warmth. âi just want you to have everything you deserve. i want them to see that.â
âthey will,â you reassured him, your voice soft but firm. âtheyâve known you all your life, sunghoon. they know how hard youâve worked. theyâll see why i chose you. why we chose each other.â
sunghoonâs lips curved into a small smile, one that made your heart flutter. âweâll make a life together thatâs worth showing them. one day, when they see what weâve built, theyâll understand.â
and deep down, you knew he was right. your parents loved you, and in time, they would see the joy that your life with sunghoon brought you. they would forgive the abrupt departure, the wedding that never was. because while it wasnât the life they had envisioned for you, it was the one you had always dreamed of.
as sunghoonâs studio grew, and as the two of you thrived in sorina, you no longer felt the weight of your decision. you had chosen love over duty, dreams over expectations. and in the end, you knew it would all work out. one day, when the time was right, you would return to your parentsânot as the daughter who had run away, but as the woman who had found her happiness.
for now, though, the life you had built with sunghoon was everything you had ever wanted. the city of fashion, the thriving studio, the man you lovedâit was more than enough.
and with every stitch sunghoon sewed, every dress he designed, you were reminded that you had made the right choice. together, you had found your place in the world. and you had no doubt that the people you loved most would come to understand that too.
BONUS SCENE !
in sorina, life had unfolded beautifully, and not just for sunghoon. the city may have been known for fashion, but it was also a hub of opportunity for anyone willing to carve out their own pathâand you had done just that.
while sunghoon spent his days sketching and tailoring in his studio, you found your own passion and footing in the city. before long, youâd built something of your ownâa modest business in jewellery making, a craft you had dabbled in back home but now took seriously. the bustling markets of sorina were filled with artisans from every walk of life, and soon your intricately designed pieces caught the eye of locals and visitors alike.
at first, it was a hobby. a way to pass the time while sunghoon worked. but it didnât take long for you to gain recognition. your designs, delicate yet bold, paired perfectly with the high-end garments sunghoon was crafting. your pieces began to complement his work, and you both realised the potential of collaborating togetherânot just in love but in business.
the two of you often worked late into the night, your small workbench tucked in the corner of his studio. sunghoon would be bent over his latest creation, needles and thread in hand, while you arranged shimmering stones and metals into intricate patterns.
âyou know,â sunghoon said one evening, breaking the comfortable silence between you, âweâre going to need a bigger space soon.â
you looked up from your work, raising an eyebrow. âwhyâs that?â
he smirked, nodding toward the scattered jewellery and sketches of new designs littering the floor. âbecause youâre taking over my studio, thatâs why.â
you chuckled, shaking your head as you placed a bracelet youâd been working on down on the table. âi think we both know youâre the one taking up all the space. these fabrics are everywhere.â
âtouchĂ©,â he replied with a grin, his gaze softening as he looked at you. âbut iâm serious. your business is growing. people are asking for your pieces specifically now. youâve got clients lined up at the door. we canât keep pretending this is just a side gig.â
you shrugged, but your smile betrayed your pride. âmaybe. but itâs not like iâm doing this on my own. youâve helped me a lot. half of the clients only know about my jewellery because itâs paired with your designs.â
sunghoon shook his head. âno. they come for you. youâve worked hard to get here. donât downplay that.â
his words warmed your heart, and you leaned back in your chair, watching him for a moment. âi guess weâve both come a long way, havenât we?â
he met your gaze, the familiar spark of affection lighting up his eyes. âmore than i ever imagined.â
as the weeks passed, the collaboration between your jewellery and sunghoonâs garments became the talk of the city. nobles and royals who ordered dresses from sunghoon began requesting matching jewellery pieces from you. soon, you were no longer just sunghoonâs muse or his partnerâyou were an established name in your own right.
at events and gatherings, whispers of âhave you seen her designs?â filled the halls, your name mentioned alongside sunghoonâs, but never overshadowed by it. the partnership between the two of you was equal, balanced by your mutual respect and admiration for one anotherâs talents. while sunghoonâs studio flourished, so did your own reputation. you set up a small stall in the heart of the city, your jewellery catching the sunlight and drawing the attention of passersby. with each new order, you found yourself standing more confidently in this new life you had built.
one evening, as the two of you sat in the now-expanded studio, reviewing orders and discussing the future, sunghoon turned to you, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
âso, whatâs next for you? youâve got clients begging for your work, youâre practically a household name now,â he teased, nudging you gently. âmaybe itâs time you open your own studio, too?â
you smiled, considering his words. âmaybe. iâve been thinking about it, actually.â
sunghoon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. âoh? youâve got plans youâre not telling me?â
you laughed softly, shaking your head. âno, nothing concrete. but i do think itâs time i take things to the next level. i want to expand, maybe hire a few apprentices. i donât want to just make jewelleryâi want to teach others how to do it, too. thereâs a lot of talent in this city that deserves to be nurtured.â
he looked at you with such pride in his eyes, it made your heart swell. âyouâre incredible, you know that?â
you shrugged, trying to downplay your excitement. âiâm just doing what i love.â
âand youâre damn good at it,â he said firmly. âdonât forget that.â
it wasnât long before you made that dream a reality. you secured a space in one of the cityâs artisan districts, a small but beautiful shop where you could sell your creations and train apprentices in the art of jewellery making. the shop was an extension of yourselfâchic, elegant, and full of the creativity that had always been a part of you.
soon, your shop became as well-known as sunghoonâs studio. the two of you were often talked about together, not as a couple who had run away from their old lives, but as two individuals who had built something remarkable side by side.
every piece of jewellery you created had its own story, just as every dress sunghoon designed had its own flair. and while you both supported each otherâs work, neither of you relied solely on the other to define your success.
the life you had built together in sorina was not just about loveâit was about the dreams you had both nurtured and the independence you cherished. you were more than sunghoonâs muse. you were a creator, a designer, a businesswoman in your own right.
as the sun set over sorina, casting a warm, golden glow across the city, you stood at the threshold of your jewelry shop, taking in the scene before you. the streets were alive with people bustling between vendors, artisans displaying their wares, and musicians playing softly in the distance. your heart swelled with contentment as you looked out over the life you had built, not just for yourself, but alongside sunghoon.
the sound of footsteps broke you from your thoughts, and you turned just in time to see him approaching. his face was illuminated by the setting sun, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he drew closer. even after all this time, your heart still skipped a beat whenever you saw him. there was something about the way he carried himself, the quiet confidence, the kindness in his eyes, that always made you feel safe and cherished.
"busy day?" he asked, his voice low and familiar as he stopped in front of you, his gaze warm.
you nodded, leaning against the doorframe with a soft smile. "busier than usual. i think word is spreading faster than i expected. what about you? howâs the studio?"
he chuckled, glancing back toward his own shop down the street. "same here. we might need to start hiring more help."
you laughed softly, and the two of you stood there for a moment, soaking in the peaceful atmosphere around you. the city was beautiful in the fading light, and for a brief second, everything felt perfect. but then sunghoon shifted slightly, his eyes locking with yours, and you saw something deeper flicker in themâsomething that had never fully disappeared.
without a word, he reached out, gently brushing a loose strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering just a little too long. the simple gesture sent a shiver down your spine, the air between you charged with an unspoken tension that had only grown stronger over the months.
âyouâve got a speck of something,â he murmured, his voice softer now, more intimate. âright here.â
you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as his fingers lightly grazed your skin. âthanks,â you whispered, barely able to find your voice.
sunghoon didnât pull away immediately. instead, he stayed close, his eyes never leaving yours. there was something different in his gaze tonightâsomething tender, yet intense. and as you looked back at him, you felt the weight of all the moments youâd shared, the quiet yearning that had simmered between you since the day youâd arrived in this city together.
âdo you ever think about⊠everything?â he asked suddenly, his voice breaking the stillness. he didnât have to explain further. you both knew exactly what he meant.
you swallowed hard, your heart racing. âi do,â you admitted quietly. âevery day.â
his hand slipped down to your waist, tentative at first, as if testing the waters. but when you didnât pull away, he drew you in closer, until your bodies were nearly touching, the warmth of his chest radiating against yours. you could feel the rise and fall of his breath, and it was intoxicating.
âi never imaginedâŠâ sunghoonâs voice was barely a whisper now, his lips close to your ear, sending another wave of shivers down your spine. âthat weâd end up here. together.â
you leaned your forehead against his shoulder, closing your eyes as you took in his scentâso familiar and comforting. âme neither.â
for a long moment, you stood there, wrapped in each otherâs arms, neither of you daring to move or speak. the world outside seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of you, suspended in time.
and then, without warning, sunghoon pulled back just enough to tilt your chin up with his fingers, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.
âi love you,â he whispered, the words escaping him like theyâd been held back for far too long. âiâve always loved you.â
your heart stopped, the confession hanging in the air between you, heavy and undeniable. you had known it, felt it, but hearing the words out loud still sent a rush of emotion through you.
âi love you too,â you replied softly, the words coming out as naturally as breathing.
sunghoon smiledâa slow, tender smile that reached his eyes. and before you knew it, he was leaning in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was soft at first but quickly grew more passionate. it was as if all the years of longing, of unspoken feelings and missed opportunities, had finally culminated in this moment.
you melted into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer. his lips were warm and gentle, yet insistent, and you could feel the depth of his emotions in every touch. the world spun around you, but all you could focus on was himâthe way his lips moved against yours, the way his hands held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.
when you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, sunghoon rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet of the evening.
âi donât want to wait anymore,â he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. âweâve waited long enough.â
you nodded, your heart swelling with a sense of certainty you hadnât felt in a long time. âneither do i.â
you smiled, feeling a deep sense of peace settle over you. the future felt bright, and for the first time, you could see it clearlyâboth of you, side by side, not just as lovers but as equals. you were no longer running away from the life you didnât want. instead, you were running toward the life you had built together, filled with love, passion, and the promise of a beautiful tomorrow.
you werenât just sunghoonâs muse. you werenât just a girl who had fallen in love. you were a woman who had taken control of her destiny, and now, with sunghoon by your side, you were ready for whatever the future held.
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my baby
pairings; loser!ellie williams x cheerleader! reader
cw; interalized homophobia, angst, tribbing, fingering (r! recieving), fluff, bullying (kinda), making out, slur, petnames like âbaby & princessâ , not proof read yet!
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life has never been better, you were handed the world at the age of 6. you never had to worry about having no friends, or not having the latest designer bag, and certainly not having everybody wrapped around your finger. you were a cheerleader & from that only, everyone respected you. you dedicated yourself into looks: always on diets, hitting the gyms, getting your nails done, having the most expensive makeup and so much more. you were the most outgoing girl known to mankind, never missing a rager or party. your friend groups were mainly other cheerleaders, and the jocks on the football team. they were assholes, but you didnât care because so were you.
you never once paid attention in class, especially english. clicking your pen and having your eyes everywhere but the board. you snap out of your daze when your teacher announces that there will be a partner project, and she would assign the groups. you hear your name, and you pray that you get one of your friends but instead you hear the name ellie williams.
âyou cannot be fucking seriousâ you mutter under your breath, looking at ellie whose a row infront of you.
âwhat was that?â the teacher asked you. ânothing.â you mock her tone, earning a laugh from your classmates.
âalright then everybody get to your partners we donât have all day!â she claps her hands, urging everyone to switch their seats.
you stay in your seat, motioning ellie to
come where you are. why would you have to move? ellie rolled her eyes, not having the best impression of you either. âlook,â ellie says âi wouldnât have picked you either.â you scoff, âgreat to know weâre on the same page!â you look at her green eyes, and the way she flutters her eyelash. you were about to say something until you felt a tap on your shoulder.
it was a jock, and you end up talking to him for the rest of the period, not caring to look back at ellie, who was doing all the work. âanother prissy bitch.â ellie thinks to herself.
as soon as the bell rings, ellie packs her stuff and leaves as soon as she could. she sees her friends, dina and jesse, and she sighs in relief. âyou would not believe who i got paired up with.â dina and jesse both furrow their brows in unison. âa CHEERLEADER! i swear this world is against me, i already know im gonna have to do this project with myself.â dina replies, âyikes , you have it unlucky. i would NOT wanna be you.â jesse laughs and that makes ellie roll her eyes & reply âthanks dina that makes me feel a million times better.â âwell jesse and I have to get going, good luck with her!â dina yells while grabbing jesse by the hand and dragging him through the hallways. ellie sighs and puts her back against the locker.
you put your bag down, and flop down on your bed chewing on some protein bars after practice. you grab your laptop and check your grade book. and thats when you see it. youâre gonna fail english class. âshit shit shit!â you tell yourself, pacing around your room in circles. you couldnât give to shits if you were failing english, but what you did care about is being on academic probation. if youâre put on academic probation, you wonât be able to cheer. you canât let that happen. so you grabbed your phone, and started texting everyone for ellieâs number. when you finally receive a message with her number, you smile and immediately text her.
âheyyyâ
âwho is this?â
âyour partner in english.â
âwhy are you texting me?â
âdo you wanna come over tomorrow to work on it?â
âis this a joke?â
â why would i be? i have practice, so is 7:30 good?â
âyeah, ill be there just give me the address.â
itâs the next day and you come from practice drenched in sweat. you go into the shower, making sure its cold so you can relax. as you get out, you put on a robe and some uggs slipper and you hear the bell ring.
you walk over to answer, the fact ellie was supposed to come over completely slipped your mind. you open the door, and you see ellie.
âshit! is it 7:30 already?â
ellie takes full notice youâre in nothing but a robe and she blushes.
âyeah.â
âfuck im so sorry- practice had me exhausted-â
ellie reassures you, telling you it was okay because she found it kinda cute that your hair was wet and your lips were plump.
âhere ellie, you can come inside, just stay in my room, iâll get changed and iâll be there in a sec.
ellie nods, and sinks down into your bed. she takes a moment to take in everything in your room. she took note of the way your walls were stripped pink and white to the little ballerina jewelry box that looked antique.
you walk into your room handing her some snacks. âdo you want some?â âsure.â
ellie says. & now shes starting to think youâre not a total bitch.
this time, you ended up getting no work done but for a different reason. you spent your time gossiping to ellie, about who slept with who, or who did what. you never realized how pretty ellie truly was. her freckles decorated her face like how constellations decorate the sky. you look down into her lips, and ellie stops talking about whatever she was. ellie and you spend a brief moment just gazing into each otherâs eyes.
you both get flustered and she breaks the silence by saying âum- do you have a hair tie?â âyeah of course hereâ and you hand her one.
you look at the time and gasp, itâs almost 11:30. were you guys really talking for that long? âellie, do you wanna sleep over? or i can walk yo-â âno, ill sleep over itâs fine.â you nod. grabbing blankets for her, âyou can sleep on my bed iâll sleep on my couch.â ellie scoffs âno fucking way, iâm not taking your bed, i can have the couch.â
and due to both of your guysâ stubbornness, you are laying next to eachother, in the same bed staring at the ceiling. you look over and you see ellie has fallen asleep. she looked so beautiful and her front hair pieces fell on her face, capturing her beautiful. you move your hand to tuck it but then you get this wave of disgust. not to her, but to yourself.
what the fuck am i doing? I canât like girls. am i stupid? iâm not gonna be seen as some dyke on the cheerleader team. my reputation would be ruined.
you ended up falling asleep teary eyed, scared to accept if these feelings are really true and maybe theyâll go away.
itâs almost summer, and the feelings are still lingering and infact they are stronger than before. after acing the project, you still
continued to hang out with ellie. you and her hung out every friday, and it became a ritual. you were starting to fall in love with her, and you knew there was no way out. everytime your asshole friends said anything about her that was negative, you jumped to defend her name like a knight. âyou know the project deadline was months ago, while do you still hangout with her.â slightly irritated you snap, âshe isnât even bad once you get to know her, sheâs funny and sweet.â
it wasnât any different for ellie either, expect she was 100% convinced you were straight. you never once spoke of your sexuality to her, and for any matter guys in general but why would you like her? she grew up playing with worms, while you grew up going on constant vacations. but even though she thought it would never happen, she asked the universe for this one thing. she prayed to a lord she didnât even believe in, hoping he will for once listen to her.
God works in mysterious ways because youâre sitting in ellieâs room drinking vodka blasting music. itâs odd how vodka can make somebody so honest. ellie was rambling about a story with an ex she had named cat, and drama between the two. she developed a habit of gossiping, probably from you. to make sure youâre still listening, she asks you. âhow about you, any boy trouble?â its silent, and you look at her and start sobbing. ellieâs heart drops down to her stomach and instantly grabs you, pulling you close to her. âhey was it something i said? im sorry-â âno!â you manage to yell out between your broken sobs. âi donât think i like guys.â âwhat?â ellie says, shocked from what she heard.
âwhen i look at you, itâs not the same for any guy. sure iâve made out with guys, but not even that gives me the same feeling of when im talking to you. i want it to be you so bad, ellie.â you hiccup, tears staining your eyes. âbut this is all new for me, and i hate myself for being this way, i had everything anyone could ask for and it feels like im throwing it all away.â
ellieâs mind is going in all directions, the fact you like her. the fact shes finally getting her prayers answered. she pushes it to the side, because what you need is comfort. ellie holds you tight. so tight, you cannot wiggle out of her grasp. âhey baby, it all works out at the end, your existence isnât a sin, people who truly love you, will accept you for who you are. and you donât have to figure things out right now, take your time.â ellie replies, hovering her hand over your face to wipe your tears.
youâre looking up at her, inching your face closer to hers. she leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss. youâre eager for more, so you grab her hair from behind and sloppily slid your mouth inside. ellie pulls away from the kiss, to get air, saliva connecting you guys to each other.
âhey els?â you say softly, having your knees tucked in.
âyeah?â
âsince school is ending, thereâs gonna be a rager. do you wanna come?â
ellie smiles at you, accepting your offer.
âiâll be there.â
itâs the day of the rager, and ellieâs at her house with dina and jesse on her bed. âare you sure you really wannq go?â dina asks. ellieâs throwing her clothes everywhere, looking for an outfit to wear. âyeah,â jesse adds on âshe doesnât look like somebody who would hang out with you, what if this is all a prank?â ellie stops to look at them. âguys, i know youâre concerned but trust me on this, okay?â they nod their heads. âwhatever happens, you can always tell us okay? whatever you choose to do , weâre with you.â ellie smiles and pulls them into a group hug. sheâs wearing a wife pleaser, red flannel, and some jeans. shes tying her converse, she walks out the door, saying âwish me luck!â
she arrives at the house, and the music is so loud she can hear it from where sheâs at. nervously she turns to twist the door knob and instantly she goes looking for you. sheâs happy today after what happen yesterday, and sheâs thinking to herself nothing can change her mood. until she saw you. you had a red solo cup in your hand. you were with a jock, who made it pretty clear he wanted you. was ellie a joke? was everything you said to her nothing after all? her friends were right. clenched fists, she turns to head out of the party, rushing to her car trying not to cry.
the jock wouldnât take no for an answer, youâve made it clear youâre not interested in him. âdonât be like that, i see the way you look at me.â you scrunch up your nose in disgust. âwell you must be fucking blind.â and thats when you see in the corner of your eye, ellie. âfuck!â you murmur to yourself. ellie is already going towards the exist. as sheâs walking down the steps of the porch. you scream, âwait! itâs not what it looks like, i swear-â
âdo you think im a fucking joke? you made me feel like a fool.â
âellie i swear nothing happened i was-â
âwere you telling him your pranked worked? were you laughing about me? itâs done. i hope you had your fun.â
ellie is about to turn your back on you.
âellie im in love with you!â you yell. loud enough
that people from the outside were looking at what was happening.
ellie looks around, âyouâre drunk.â
âyes im drunk but that doesnât change the fact im in love with you. the man that was talking to me. i was telling him to leave me alone. i only have eyes for you ellie! anybody who knows me has to get to know you first!â you breath starts to hitch, knowing youâre about to cry and how people are listening but you no longer care.
âi use to cry, praying that God took these feelings away. now im praying to God for letting me meet you. God knew I needed you Ellie.â
ellie stands there in disbelief, she doesnât know what to say but her heart is about to explode. she runs to you, takes your hand and takes sits you in the passenger seat. closing the door, she starts the car and starts driving. she looks over at you, and youâre already staring at her. she places a hand on your thigh, and caresses it. âyouâre perfect in every way, ways im not. i couldnât believe somebody as amazing as you would want me, and im sorry.â
you smile, and place your hand on top of hers, âitâs okay, we were both pretty caught upâ you giggle.
she would fight the world to hear that giggle again.
she pulls up to your driveway, and shes about to drive off but you ask her to stay the night. and how could she say no to that pretty face of yours?
itâs all dark, but you hold her hand and she follows you into your room. you play some music on your record player.
âdo you like mazzy star els?â
âi dont listen to her much, but her voice is pretty.â
you walk up to her, and hold her by the waist. ellie looks down at you and pressed her lips onto yours. you close your eyes, melting into the kiss. you start getting hungrier for more, and you open your mouth to let her tongue slip into yours. the kisses start getting needier, and she walks you until your laying back on your bed. you straddle her waist, and she puts a hand up your dress causing you to whine.
âyouâre okay with this right?â
âof course els, please hurry.â
âplease what?â
you look away from her gaze, shyly, you fiddle with the seams of ellies wife pleaser and whisper to her , âplease touch me, it can only be you.â and with that, ellie is slipping your dress off. kissing your collarbone all the way down to the welts of your breast. she takes off your matching set of panties and bra. and her cold hands on pinching your nipples make your back arch into her touch. she sucks on your nipples, flicking her tongue on it back and forth earning whimpers from you each and every time.
ân-need you els..â you stutter. âim not going anywhere baby.â she chuckles, her breath on your beast making you close your eyes in pleasure. âim gonna touch you now okay? tell me when to stop.â she slides her fingers between your folds.
âalready so wet for me princessâ and as she hovers to your face to kiss you, her front pieces of her hair are touching your own face. youâre sloppily making out with her, moaning into her mouth.
then she puts two of her fingers in, feeling you instantly clench around them. you start moaning louder and louder âellie! ellie faster!â and she listens to you, curling her fingers even faster before hitting you in the g spot. your thighs start shaking. and your grabbing onto ellieâs fore arm, clawing it for any way to feel relief.
your moans reach an all time high and you know youâre almost there. im- im about to cum els!â and she starts sucking on your neck, âlet it out for me baby, you deserve it come on.â and you reach your climax, sweating and panting. she takes her fingers out of you and sucks them. âyou taste so good, everything about you is so sweet.â
still fucked out, you murmured incoherent sentences. âi wanna feel you against me els, please, please.â and ellie looks at you, grabbing your waist to pull you up. you looked at her in this love dovey expression and her heart skips a beat. âcan i take this off?â you ask and she gulps and nods. you take off her flannel. then wife pleaser. then her jeans. leaving her in underwear and her sports bra, which now youâre taking off her underwear.
as for the most part both of you are naked, you place your cunt onto hers. you grind against her lightly. both of you whimpering sweet nothings. âi love you els i love you i love youâ as you both of you are sweating, holding onto eachother, kissing as you slide on her and feel both of your holes clenching around nothing. âyouâre doing so good fâ meâ ellie blabbers. both of you are starting to reach your orgasms as you both moan in a higher octave, clawing at each others back, and feeling yourself twitch.
âi think im gonna cum i think-â âcome with me, be a good girl for me please.â she tells you needly, but you canât even tease her because you want this just as much, if not more. both of you reach your climax, beads of sweat running down each of your fore heads. you disconnect yourself from her cunt. both of your arousals sticking to each other in a way your bodies seem like theyâre made to mold into each otherâs.
you collapse onto the back of your bed. ellie crawls to lay on your chest. kissing you over and over again, as a way to praise you. you giggle and run your hands through her hair, massaging her scalp.
âshouldnât we clean up ellie?â you inquire, and you feel her breath on you again as she says âi wanna stay like this.â you nod and you bring blankets over you guys.
âim in love with you too.â ellie tells you.
âi think you showed me already.â you laughed.
âso are we girlfriends?â ellie asks you, looking up at you.
you kiss ellie, and tell her âif you go to every one of my practices.â
safe to say there was never a practice ellie didnât go to.
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a/n: omg heyyy i make my grand return with my humble offering to @ohkento 's reddit theme collab!! i also have a piece for shouto coming up next, but here is the first one!! i took a while off after kinktober so if this is bad....lie to me!
warnings: dark content. nsfw. no minors. yandere theme gojo, no physical harm to reader, baby trapping, threats (not to reader), female reader, breeding, pentration, oral (fem!receiving), reader is kinda dumb lol.
summary: STORYTIME: I (28M) CAN'T STOP BREEDING MY GIRL BEST FRIEND (28F)!! it's a serious problem...i'm really reaching my breaking point here. i've been in love with this chick since high school and she keeps chasing other guys...but fucking me when the dates go wrong, help!
itâs been his dirty little secret since his years at tokyo tech. youâve always been a looker, never were you short on attention from lesser men that arenât worth your timeâand yes, that includes when geto crushed on you all through the second year of school. but they never were quite what you were looking for, and every night of passion or attempt at a meaningful connection always ended the sameâdialing up your closest confidant satoru to come console you and stuff your cunt full and wipe your tearsâto make it better, like best friends do.Â
satoru was all too aware of your little predicament, because he had struggled with the same issuesâexcept he realized his fate years ago and was determined to have it. you are his and his alone, no matter how many scrubs that try to take you from him. if only you would open your eyes. you were obviously hopelessly in love with him, of courseâthatâs why no one could compare! and thatâs why you always turned your teary eyes and pretty pussy to him after yet another date gone wrong. he knew he was the only cure, and heâs given up on hoping youâd see the truth for yourself.Â
he tried to play the patience card, licking your tears off your face as he pounds his love into you, telling you that youâre worth so much more than those guys you keep letting break your heart. he tried being the nice guy that holds you after yet another promising prospect never texts you backâbuying you dinner and bouncing you on his cock until you were crying from pleasure instead of heartbreak. each time, he buried his load in your womb until it was spilling out around himâhoping to give you no other choice but to pack your bags and move onto his estate to further the gojo clan with the very man at the head of it, but it seems your ovaries were just as stubborn as you are. he didnât know how much more of this he could stomachâjust waiting to be your knight in shining armor while laying in bed at night, staring at the pictures of you, both lewd and cute alike while wondering just how long it would take to have you laying beside him in his bed instead of the pixels on his phone screen.Â
heâs had enough. itâs clear his plan isnât working as designed. you must be on birth controlâwhich is both irritating yet complimentary to him. of course you wouldnât let these bums knock you up. is it insulting that this applies to his seed too? of course, but then again the whole dynamic was rather insulting wasnât it? fucking other men and crying to him about it when they arenât the perfect man for you. no shitâno man will ever know you like he does. none of them could ever compete with the life he could give you if you would just face the music. he doesnât get it either. why bother? why look elsewhere? obviously youâre attracted to each otherâso why wonât you make the next natural jump and stop it with the drama-packed weekly bachelorette episodes?
thatâs okay. itâs really fine. satoru is such a good friend that heâll help you, like he always does. he would simply help you to the conclusion that he wants and then everything can proceed according to plan! it shouldnât be too difficult anyway, youâll be calling any moment now! you had a date with yet another sure disappointment that gojo knows will desert you as soon as the date is finished. heâll be dry and boring after the promising conversations you had in the days leading up to the dateâyouâll be confused yet againâand the guy wonât pay either, set for split-bill city. gojo knows all of this because heâs ensured thatâs what happens, of course! and this is the thirty-sixth man heâs had to pay off to show up to the date and forget about you. a price heâs more than willing to pay no matter how high, though itâs definitely added up over the years. and you know whatânow that he thinks of it, none of them deserve you because their weak nature and corrupt morals. heâs been proven right every time, each one of these bottom feeders would take the money no questions askedâmaybe that was due to his threats of horrific death if they so much as answered a text message from you again, but who could be sure?Â
this one was especially easy to pay off, too. he didnât even think twice about taking the money. it almost makes gojo mad. he clearly wasnât heartbroken to walk away from you, and god you deserved so much better. you deserve a man that is willing to pay off any and every suitor that comes into your life just to make you his. you deserve a man so crazy about you he can hardly recognize himself. you deserveâŠwell, him. heâs devoted himself to you for over a decade and itâs time for that to pay off.
your unique ringtone gets him out of his own head to answer, and of course, youâre crying and asking him to come over. pretty girls like you never learn, huh? thatâs all forgiven though, as he is a teacher and itâs his passion to help you understand.Â
âof course sugar. iâll be right over. mhmâdonât mention it. thatâs what friends are for.â he hums to you over his end of the phone, picking up his car keys to make it to you in record time. youâre your same beautiful self as you answer the door and welcome him inside, though he can see the tear tracks staining your face. it makes him pout a little at the sight no matter how used to it he is. he hates that you let these cretins upset you like this.Â
âhey baby.â he pouts sympathetically with you, ducking under your arm to gaze around your familiar living room for any signs of a man he hadnât yet heard about. he exhales a deep sigh when he finds none. heâs got his hands in his pockets, lips tightened in a knowing grimace. âso what was it this time? noâlet me guess: split the bill and then he let you walk home in this weather?âÂ
you close the door after heâs entered with a heavy sigh. your bleary eyes fix on your hand still clasped around the doorknob, âyeah.â you tug your lip between your teeth and turn to face him. you didnât have to answer him, for he already knew. it was borderline routine at this point and you were already embarrassed enough. you draw your arms around yourself to feel your own warmth, shaking your head. what was wrong with you? you used to be pined after, wantedâand now you couldnât even get non-sorcerers to call you back. you havenât had a second date in years, nor had an orgasm that wasnât satoruâs handiwork. but even he didnât want you permanently. you were a good friend and an even better fuck, thatâs all. you knew it was pointless to yearn for him, sure he felt nothing other than his ever-present sense of duty and loyalty every-time he took your pain awayâno matter the lies that poured out of his saccharine lips to do so. your sad eyes fix on his face, letting your plump bottom lip bounce out from your teethâs trap. he smirks softly, cock rising because it knows exactly what that look means.Â
but unfortunately for you, he wonât just hold you in his arms and promise that youâre worth so much more than you let yourself believe. tonight, heâs going to take whatâs rightfully hisâand his plan is already working beautifully. you never look away as you walk from the door to him, bracing your tiny and ineffectual hands on his chest. âwhatâs wrong with me, sato?â you pout, batting your long lashes up at him. his heart could stop just from that look alone. the comfort of his large hands covering yours soothes you already, making the tension drop from your shoulders.Â
âyouâre naive.â he answers, eyes as bright as ever as they glow like fireflies in your living room. if you were going just by the expression on his face, youâd think he said something kind or even funny, the way he grins softly and blinks his white lashes down at you in wait of your reply. youâre sure you misheardâevery other time you asked this question he always said, âmaybe youâre just too pretty, huh? ever thought of that, sugarplum?âÂ
âhuh?â you tilt your head to one side, watching his expression shift to amusement. ânaive? wh-what do you mean by that?âÂ
âwell, if you werenât so naive, youâd know, now wouldnât you?â he pokes his tongue between his teeth, tucking his hands behind his back while you still lean helplessly against him. he likes feeling the weight of your body on his, and heâll like it even more when he knows itâs a permanent thing. âyouâre on birth control.â he states, and your confusion sets in even deeper. your brows furrow, but you nod.Â
âyeah? what about that makes me naive?â you posit, used to his antics for the most part. youâve been around him far too long to mistake his bluntness as an attack to you, even if it stings just a touch. though you did ask, and you have used him as your sexual relief and shoulder to cry on for years now. maybe heâs fed up with lying to save your feelings.Â
he looks around for a second, humming. âwhere is it?âÂ
you also know better than to question him. if heâs asking you these questions it has to be for a reasonâand you donât have to understand him in the moment. just do what youâve always done and trust him, support him on and off the battlefieldâand never hesitate. it could be the difference between life and death. you learned that on missions together years ago.Â
âin my nightstand?â you tilt your head to the other side. he has to admit your astonishment is adorable. he smiles down at you, cupping your cheek lightly. his fingers are so long that his thumb rests on the corner of your lips, fingertips brushing back your hair.Â
âgo get it for me.â he says as if he asked you to pass him the remote. you narrow your eyes to really study himâand then you see it. the teeming rage, the simmering crazy behind his eyes as they look at you. he is the most powerful man in the world, even if you were scared, there was nothing you could do but obey. but you trust him. and you nod. you turn to pad off to your bedroom and the clicks of his expensive boots follow. youâre used to the butterflies tickling your stomach as you lead him to bed, but you know somethingâs different this time. you feel like youâll puke butterflies. but nonetheless, you pull the drawer of your nightstand open and fetch the little foil pack out of it, only a few pills missing from this monthâs prescription. you turn to face him with it, mind racing on what he could possibly be doing. knowing him, heâs toying with youâtrying to make you as nervous as possible and all this worrying is for no good reason.Â
he sits at the edge of your bed, seemingly watching you with interest. heâs happy that youâre humoring him, thatâs for sure. not even the faintest hint of protest. maybe youâre not as naive as he thought. in fact, your effortless obedience has his the crotch of his loose hakamaâs tightening quickly. your heart jumps in your throat at the sight of him as it usually doesâsatoru gojo is far too beautiful to be in your house, supposedly telling you why you couldnât keep a man. the black compression shirt was nearly criminal when it was wrapped around his perfect body.Â
âgood girl. now flush âem down the toilet for me.â he beams, blinding white teeth baring to smile at you. it was a simple request, really. he needed you to stop taking that poison and to stop entertaining the idea of other men.Â
âwhy?â you swallow harshly, voicing your underlying suspicion.Â
âdonât you trust me, baby?â he replies with a quickness, tilting his head to mirror yours. heâs doing well to keep himself togetherâyou donât understand his love for you yet, but heâll take care of that. heâs a teacher, remember? âthat stuffâs not good for you.âÂ
you hum. the side effects have been brutal, but youâre hardly in the spot for a baby. you canât even get a boyfriend, much less a baby daddy. âyeahâŠi know. sucks taking it. guess i could get an iud or something instead.â you think aloud, voice becoming distant as you turn your back to him and dump your pills in the bathroom attached to your small room. you really undersell yourself. you could have been his bride eight years or so ago and been living large. but heâs going to fix it now. his jaw clenches at that declaration, and you feel him watching you the entire timeâthe doorway a straight shot from the spot he sat in on your bed.Â
âno.â he says simply, the lightheartedness gone abruptly. it sends a shiver down your spine, makes your brain alert to the changes within him as he stands and cages you into the bathroom, broad arms stretching to block off the doorway.Â
no? he doesnât want you to protect yourself in any way? that seems a little ridiculous, but maybe he had a good reason. âsatoruâŠi canât get pregnant right now.âÂ
âwhy not?â he asks, looking over your little body nearly trembling from the darkness of his cursed energy growing more oppressive, nearly sucking the air out of the room. your heart pounds, more confused than you were at the start.Â
âbecause iâmâŠsingle?â you try carefully, not sure exactly what you were dealing with here. satoru has always been so happy-go-lucky, even when he shouldnât be. you remember begging him to talk out his stress so that he didnât explode right after suguru left. so this anger you see set in his features shocks you, his bright and clear sky-colored eyes are clouded and murky, more cerulean than youâve seen before. his brow is set and you can see the muscles twitching in his jaw. but heâs still smiling, and that for whatever reason is still real.Â
âthereâs that naivety again, princess.â he licks his teeth, shifting his weight from foot to foot. you look like a deer in the headlights, and heâs giddy at the rush that gives him. youâre finally in his grasp. âyouâve never been single. not since hmmm letâs see, march fifteenth, 2006.â he grins at youââwhich makes all this dating real offensive, sweetheart.âÂ
you want to laugh, but decide against it considering his unpredictability. you shake your head instead, backing yourself to the wall. âwhat on earth are you talking about? weâre friendsââ
âfriends that fuck!â he laughs a strained snicker, straightening his posture. âand make sweet hot love, of course. friends that cuddle on the couch and have sleepovers. come on. weâre both adults, donât insult me. you love me! which is great, because i love you too. i love you so much iâve made sure that no one could steal you from me.âÂ
your brows must reach your hairline at that. âstop, satoru. donât say that! you canât mean itâfuck, youâre supposed to be married to a kamo or zenâin girl so you can keep making powerful gojoâs right? isnât that what you always said in school?âÂ
âyouâd give me powerful gojoâs.â he smirks, breaking the barrier of the bathroomâs threshold by stepping closer to you, leaning down to be on face level. âi was only trying to make you jealous sugar! just like this whole stunt youâve been pullinâ, dating around to try to find someone that makes you feel like i do? tch, hahahahaâitâs impossible!! just stop it, be mine and be happy like you should be.â he grasps your chin with a surprising gentleness given his unhinged and maniacal laughter, smiling down at you with something you recognize as his power-trip going off the railsâbut.Â
but youâd be lying if you said you were scared. heâs declaring his love for you in the most profound way possible, however crazy itâand heâmay be. and youâd be lying if you said he didnât absolutely see right through you. he has the six eyes after all, you should have known he knew what you were trying to do. you were trying to numb the pain of never being hisâŠbut you were actually manufacturing that whole scenario. youâre the only girl heâs ever seen, and itâs clear from the desperation mixed in with the insanityâhe needs you.Â
you reach back and flush the toilet, letting the little white pills circle the bowl and disappear entirely. satoru gojo has always been insane. youâve seen it firsthand on many missions and battles against curses and sorcerers alike. it just surprised you to see him turn that look upon youâbut now you know it was just to get your attention.Â
though you donât doubt what heâs capable of, you have no intention of pushing him to find out.
his eyes go from crazy to ravenous in seconds. youâve accepted his proposal with hardly any effort and he intends to show you the difference between his sweet hookups and his passionate need to claim the woman of his dreams.Â
âso youâŠscared off all those guys?â you ask, raising a brow as your face still rests in his clutches. he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, nodding vigorously.Â
âsure did, princess. i was trying to let you figure it out on your ownâŠâ he sighs, brushing your hair back behind your ears as his eyes scan over your body again. he needs to feel you. âbut youâre not a quick learner, hence why iâm on plan b.â he winks, scooping you over his shoulder moments later. he puts you on your bed, the short walk made shorter by his teleportation. heâs just too impatient, brain swelling with the flashing images of you in traditional wedding attire and round with his heir. it all feels within reach now, and he has to try it out now. âgonna show you how bad i love youâyouâll never go anywhere else.â he mutters, lanky frame swallowing up your body, hips pinning yours to the bed beneath you. âyouâre gonna give me a gojo and youâre gonna look so fucking good doing it.â he mutters, lips attaching to your neck reminiscent of the way they have a million times. though this time, thereâs intention behind itâor well. this time youâre aware of the intention behind it.Â
in all your times together, his dirty talk has been contained to praising your body and how good you feel to him. his incantations to knock you up has your heart beating funny and wetness pooling between your legs. you make a soft gasp sound for him, elongating your neck to let him leave real marks of possession where youâve previously resisted. your body writhes and twists under his as his teeth knick and nip bruises into your skin. heâd spell his own name with them if he could, even a ring and a baby wasnât enough in his eyes. he needs the world to know youâre his, that youâll always be by his side, that you were born to be his.Â
âthat pesky birth controlâs gonna have to wear off thoughâso we have time to get married before you get pregnantâif that matters to you.â he moans at the idea, hands sliding under your top to push it over your head. his mouth moves to suck the swells of your tits once theyâre exposed to him, humming out his satisfaction at the warm skin. your head digs back into the mattressâmind absolutely drunk on his affection and devotion. itâs all youâve ever wanted and now itâs right here, and from the man youâve always wished you could haveâhow could you ever deny him again?Â
your hands pull at the fabric on his back, hips bucking up for a source of friction. he breaks away from marking up your chest to bare his to you, throwing his t-shirt into some corner of your room to be forgotten about until tomorrow. this wouldnât be your room much longer anywayâyouâll be moved into the estate within the next two days, he wouldnât be able to live without you now. then heâs pushing you up towards the headboard, ripping off your lounge shorts to reveal those cute panties he knows you wear when youâre trying to impress him. color him fucking thrilled at your puffy pussy lips indenting the fabric around them, making him groan at the sight. he thumbs at your clit through the cotton, sparkling eyes flickering between the growing wet spot in your panties and the adorable scrunches of your nose and the pinch of your brow from the pleasure heâs dishing out before heâs even really touching you. youâre so cute he canât pace himself, needing to consecrate your importance to him in the best way he knows how.Â
you help him get you out of your underwear, shamelessly spreading for him after hundreds of rendezvousâyouâve lost your shyness and he loves it, loves seeing your neediness for him in the glaze of your pretty doe eyes and the way you swing your hips around to beg for his attention. âtell me you love me.â he hums, nosing apart your pussy lips. his cock throbs at the scent, and you feel goosebumps break out across your skin at his command.Â
âyouâre the one for me, sato. i love you.â you whisper so intimately he can feels his cursed energy pulsing like the rest of him. he groans, submerging his face in your cunt with a genuine pleasure youâve only seen from him. he loves eating you out, loves the taste of you on his tongueâloves how your noises only rile him into fucking the bed, whining and grunting with his own neediness that he could only unleash once heâs properly readied you for it.Â
âyou taste so fucking good babyâŠso sweet down my throat. get loud, i donât care itâs an apartment. youâll be moving out soon anyway.â he smirks, latching onto your clit to make your legs jolt like they always do. it makes him giggle every time, and the vibrations feel even better against your sensitive bundle. he rolls it around his tongue, letting his index finger explore the wetness heâs helping you create. he pokes into your entrance, knowing how violently you craved something inside. his thoughts are confirmed by the way you clench around the digit, whining and bucking into it for more. heâs more than happy to oblige, finger fucking you with two long and thick fingers while his tongue works overtime on your clit. he loves watching you at this part, enamored by your face as your hips involuntarily jump from the bed, smacking your clit into his nose instead of his skilled tongue.Â
your entire body is warm, jerking like youâre receiving electrical shocks from the pleasure satoru reigns down, gasping and sputtering on the edge of orgasm just a few minutes after he started. itâs always like this with himâthough this time was special because you knew your life was changing before your very eyesâthat satoruâs energy was growing so rapidly because heâs letting go of all kinds of stress and pent up frustration and anger. âpleaseâwanna cum please satoââ
âdaddy. iâm daddy now. ask daddy nicely.â he chuckles as he leans his head against his free hand, curling his fingers into the spot he knows so well just to watch your mouth drop and eyes widen in absolute blissful shock. you nodâbrain fuzzy from his constant teasing and his new nickname.Â
âdaddy!! yesâdaddy! please, oh my godâdaddy let me cum!â you sound so good when you say itâitâs all he ever wants to hear for the rest of his life. he canât wait for you to make him a real daddy.Â
âoh missus gojo can do anything she wants.â he coos as if he didnât make you expressly beg for permission, lowering his face to your cunt again with precise licks, shoving your hood back to absolutely abuse your sensitivity. your legs develop a mind of their own and youâre spiraling over the edge before you can understand what heâs doing. floating balls of color cover your vision and you scream his name just as loud as he wanted. he grins in satisfaction, hands resting on your knees so he can push himself forward for a sloppy kiss; slick covered lips sliding against yours so you could taste your own essence via his tongue shoving its way in your mouth with a hearty moan. you match his eagerness, making out with satoru with more passion than ever beforeâbecause you both have the security of knowing itâs real this time. he maneuvers his hips until his leaky tip catches on your hole, his breath shaky as before he shoves in like he always does. you squeeze him so tight itâs not hard to believe why he lost his fucking mind over this pussy. he truly would do anything to make you his, thank god you didnât put up a fight.Â
âfuuuuckââ he whines a little, finding it nearly impossible to even move in the first place. you feel the burn of his fat and lengthy shaft parting your walls like they routinely do, mouth dropped wide open in pleasure. satoru hovers inches away from your face, so close that the ends of his hair tickle your forehead as he picks your legs upâholding you by the back of the ankles before he sets a brutal pace. his nuts clap into your ass from the way he moves, length curving just right to fill you to the brim. he doesnât even have to try all that hard to bottom out against your cervix, finding the way you moan and twitch so adorable. âthis is why you have to be my wifeâi need you for life, sweetheart.âÂ
your eyes widen at that declarationâthough you already realized that satoru would never let you out of his clutches again. you knew he would marry you as quickly as possible based off of his desire to also knock you up as quickly as possibleâbut hearing him call you that, first missus gojo and now his wife, it all felt so real. his cock slamming into you only drilled it in further, his eyes glowing brighter than youâve ever seen. the air also grows its own electric field, suffocating and thrilling all at the same time. your eyes are glued to him, entranced by the feral look on his face. you try to hold onto him, but heâs moving so punishingly you canât even get your hands to work, mind and body on cloud nine. âyouâre so beautiful. iâve been in loveâŠwithâyouâfor years now.â he says in between deep breaths, trying to contain all his focus into drilling you unconscious.Â
you shudder, feeling that was completely in the realm of possibility. his balls ache, the need to breed you just as heavy as all the other times youâve come to him to clean up every mess of yours ever since heâs known you, the need to make you his in a way no one else would be allowed toâitâs carnal. he canât stop until youâre full of his seed and it takes. he needs to see your breasts heavy with milk to feed his baby from. he needs to see you struggle with the weight of your belly so he can urge you to rest and let him serve you like you should be. he needs to see what the combination of your love looks like; what these last ten years of hard work would become. heâs painting your insides white and still pumping just as fast as before, watching your face tick and jerk with the pleasure youâre experiencing as you tip off of your own peak. he grins, shoving that cum as deep as it will go. he stops when he knows your body canât take anymore, cuddling you to his chest until you fall asleep safe and sound. he has the whole world in his hands, and thatâs never been enough. now he can sleep with a genuine smile on his face. he knows your body will regulate in a few months off the birth controlâbut that doesnât mean he canât get plenty of practice until then. after all, he has a problem! he has to breed his pretty little girl best friend turned future wife.Â
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Pearl Necklace
⣠Summary: In which Chris gives you a personally made pearl necklace. âŁÂ ⣠Word Count: 1.2k ⣠Warnings: Smut, no plot, blowjob, cum play âŁÂ ⣠Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns âŁÂ ⣠Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Baby, Channie, Lover Boy, Reader is referred to as Baby, Pretty, Princess, unedited, ive been so busy with life and stuck in a writing rut so please take this as an unnecessary apology ⣠Stray Kids Masterlist ⣠General Masterlist
âBabyâŠâÂ
Your dramatic drawl came with the equally dramatic act of draping yourself over Chrisâs body, effectively gaining his attention from whatever video he was watching on his phone as he happily welcomed your weight sinking him further into the couch.Â
âCan I ask you something?â
He laughed, tilting his head, âIâd be surprised if you did all that with the intention of not trying to get my attention - whatâs up, baby?â
âCan you give me a pearl necklace?â
The twinkle in your eyes did nothing to explain away your sudden request - you werenât the type to usually wear accessories as it was already, so the desire for a pearl necklace out of any other form of jewelry had him raising an eyebrow.
âPearls? Like, pearl beads? I meanâŠâ Glancing at his phone, he swiped at the screen to pull up Google, âWe can look up some places that sell them if you really want it, I think I can find a few stores that-â
Your hand swiftly slipped his phone from his hold before locking it and stashing it near the couch pillow underneath his head, dismissing his growing confusion with a charming smile.
âActually, I was thinking that we could make it together.â
âOh?âÂ
Do-it-yourself, of course - he loved when you had little projects you wanted to include him in, even if the outcome sometimes didnât go to plan, it was the quality time that mattered the most.
âSure, Iâm down for that,â he sat up while you rose to sit in his lap properly, his hands resting on your bare thighs, âdid you buy the stuff already? Do we need to go shopping?â
You shook your head, pink tongue peeking out to wet your lips, âNope, everything weâd need is right here.â
A devilish swivel of your hips, loose pajama shorts almost becoming an invisible barrier against his worn basketball shorts, and his confusion spiked up once again.
âPretty, what- Wait a second-â Hands gripping the width of your hips, he tried to will away the near instant reaction his body always had when it came to you, âWhatâs going on? I thought you wanted to make a necklace-â
âI do.â
Normally, your nod of agreement wouldâve been enough to clear the air, but when you pulled your oversized t-shirt up and off of your body, the layers only deepened.
âSo why are you taking off your clothes? Not- Not that Iâm complaining, I justâŠâ His train of thought began to trail off with the drifting of his eyes down your neck, following the contours of your collarbones to the swells of your chest heâd been acquainted with time and time again. âAre we actually making a necklace here orâŠ?â
âWe are,â leaning forward, you placed a featherlight kiss to his pouty lips, âwe just need to do a few extra steps first.â
Chris designed a few pieces of jewelry in his lifetime, and though he wouldnât say heâs an expert when it came to the actual crafting of the pieces, heâd be inclined to assume that the process of making a necklace didnât involve his girlfriend on her knees, giving him the best head of his life - granted, he always considered everything she did for him as the best in his life, but his point still stood.
âFuck⊠Just like that, baby- Oh, god-â His head fell against the back of the couch, a shiver running down his spine when he felt the tip press against the back of your throat again. ââS so good, baby - youâre so fucking good, pretty girl.â
You hummed around his length, hollowing your cheeks as you slowly pulled off of him with a wet pop - lips glistening in a mixture of saliva and precum that put any form of lipgloss to shame.
âJust âgoodâ, Channie?â Voice laced with teasing allure, you held the base of his cock as you laved your tongue along one of his balls, sucking at the skin and smirking at the kick of his leg in response.
He choked on a moan, one hand gripping the edge of the couch cushion while the other ran through his hair âBaby, please - I canât- fuck- canât really think while youâre doing this!â
Giving his other ball the similar treatment, you littered open mouthed kisses along the underside of his cock, âMm⊠Can you look at me then, lover boy?â
To be honest, he wasnât even sure when he had closed his eyes to begin with, but lifting his head and directing his full attention to you made him realize why keeping them closed was working in his favor.
Hypnotizing sultry gaze behind lidded eyes, your lips resting perfectly against his shaft as your hand gripped the base of his dick with practiced perfection - if he even dared to look any further then heâd see the utterly filthy line of saliva coating your chin, or the way your free hand was making itself busy between your legs.
The twitch of his dick was all you needed to feel to know that you had him right where you wanted him, a satisfied smile curving the corners of your lips as you pumped your fist.
âReady to make that necklace for me?â
His breath hitched, lips parting to let out a shivering moan as he frantically nodded, âY-Yeah- Shit, yeah - gonna make you look so pretty, princess.â
Your eyes sparkled, a giddy expression almost overtaking the utter lust exuding from you as you doubled your efforts with your hand - the wet, slick sound floating through the air while you jerked him off.
Chris fought the roll of his eyes as he focused on your goal-driven face, bucking into the drag of your palm as if he were truly fucking you, until the pressure in his abdomen became too much to bear.
âIâm gonna come, baby- Oh, god, yes- Y-Yeah, yeah-â His hand flew from the couch and wrapped around your own, angling his dick toward your chest with panted breaths, âI-Iâm coming - Iâm coming, f-fuck-â
The first splatter of cum landed directly on your neck, dripping its way toward your clavicle and between your breasts. Tilting your head back just a bit, you felt the warmth of his cum land around the curve of your neck, painting a shaky line of white against your skin with each shivering pass of your combined hands.
He let out a strained grunt as the last few drops dotted your cleavage, using your hand to thoroughly milk himself of the final remains before effectively melting into the couch with a worn sigh.
âSoâŠâ Giggling, you dropped your chin to get a better look at your exhausted boyfriend, âHow do I look?â
Looking down, he noted the way his release seemed to follow the downward curve before either spilling down your collarbones or further filling out the line down your clavicle, adding a sort of teardrop design to your necklace.
âHonestly?â A breathless giggle escaped him as he reached his non-soiled hand out toward his phone, âHow about I take a picture to show you, then we can work on adding some accessories to go with it.â
Safe to say, this wouldnât be the last pearl necklace youâd receive from him.
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Took a loan on a house I own
About when she panics and youâre very patient, but out of t-shirts
ă shout out to @p0orbaby, who turned this shit around and back on the fun side of the road
ă Leah Williamson x Reader
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ă commitment [noun, law]: a written order of a court directing that someone be confined in prison; mittimus
âAccept the Arsenal dealâ, your agent encourages, his clientâs best interests â and transfer fee â close to his heart.
âAt least itâs not Manchesterâ, your father comments, still wishing for your comeback as saviour of your hometown club.
âWhat can go wrong?â, your childhood friends resonate with sincere smiles and rolling eyes at your unjustified hesitation.
Turns out, signing for the Gunners puts you in the Ballon dâOr shortlist after the first season and Leah Williamson in your bedroom.
One night you two are sharing a ride after a shameful celebration, youâre way too drunk to even remember how to walk in a straight line and she finds herself thinking way too much about your carefree giggles â if anyone asks, she just wants to make sure you donât get kidnapped or fall on your pretty face tripping over nothing.
The following day sheâs still in your house, wearing your clothes and sharing questionable stories of failed dates just to hear you laugh.
A week after sheâs in your bed again, this time naked and cracking up at the worst jokes you got.
Itâs not like you planned such development in the relationship with the skipper or tried to win her over with infallible pickup lines, it just happened.
Not that youâre complaining now.
Another season ends, but you keep finding each other in compromising positions at the worst possible moments, avoiding friends and teammates teasing comments with really not much effort.
Her mother, the wiser when it comes to Leahâs debatable life choices, asks about you all the time and went as far as personally inviting you over for Christmas. You declined, obviously, but made sure the Williamson family received your presents.
Your best friend demanded to have a private conversation with the blonde the first time he visited, probably embarrassing you with made-up memories and pointless threats. She took it all more seriously than needed, teaming up with him at your expense by the end of the night.
âDo you have a t-shirt I can borrow to sleep in?â
A sense of domesticity fills every interaction with the English woman nowadays, feelings youâre way too pleased to indulge but even more scared to address.
Knowing her, like a stray cat enjoying the sun and the offered food, a too-close approach or unexpected movement could provoke a runaway.
You move your eyes from the laptop slowly, taking in her freshly showered body and the wet blonde locks dropping water on the floor. She knows you hate that.
âTop drawer on your left, dry your hair before going to bedâ
âWhat do you have against air drying?â
âWhat do you have against respecting my silk sheets?â
When she misses the opportunity to quip back, like she always does when your sleeping habits are mentioned, you give up any chance of reviewing the last away game to find Leah cautiously studying the furniture.
âWhy are my clothes here?â
âWould you prefer to have them lying around the apartment?â
âItâs a lot of clothesâ, she states, digging through all the tops and shorts and even some designer pieces stocked in the drawer.
Itâs not really that much, honestly.
âYou leave behind a lot of shitâ
That makes the younger girl react, recovering from the shock of her things being carefully folded somewhere other than her closet â and occasionally a strategically placed chair in her room.
The cat is bothered.
Closing the laptop, you rise from the bed to slowly approach her. Cautiously.
âI just donât understand why you put my clothes in your drawerâ
âYou have a lot of things here and I quite like the idea of a clean placeâ
âThatâs not true! Iââ, she fumbles for the right words to explain herself in her own mind.
You guide the blonde to the bed, sitting her down like youâd do to explain to a kid that Santa looked a lot like their overweight uncle because was, indeed, their overweight uncle; or that no, they canât walk the dog for the last journey to Heaven.
The next words are going to be crucial.
âLeah, you basically live hereâ
âWhat?!â
Bad choice, noted.
She literally jumps so high you have to take a moment to appreciate your own cat metaphor for such spot on accuracy.
As the freshly nominated Arsenalâs captain, the goddesses and gods of football bowed to Kim Little, she shouldnât risk her knees so mindlessly. You have to calm her down before some questionable network buys the rights for a high-budget documentary of how you managed to kill the equivalent of Princess Diana for the football community.
âIâm sorry to be the one that broke it to you, but at this point only you donâtââ
âYouâre not making any sense, really, Iââ
âPlease, walk me through your dayâ
Easy.
The past two weeks have been dedicated to national duties, training camp and a friendly overseas. Not too bad, you both manage to keep in touch despite the time difference and your own commitments.
The trip back is uneventful, she sleeps for most of the flight and annoys Beth for the rest of it.
You pick her up at the airport.
Just because youâre closer than her mom and offered to.
You drive her to her apartment, but the blonde leaves the suitcase somewhere in the living room to deal with another time and comes back to the car in under three minutes.
Just because you promise to make dinner, she is supposed to refuse?
You two cook together, even if sheâs still forbidden to use the air fryer and your wine accessories after the shrimps accident.
But we donât talk about the shrimps accident.
The food is good, the company is even better. Stories are shared, memories are created with a questionable playlist in the background and laughs front and foremost. Plans are made to go see a film youâve been waiting a year for and to find a dress she needs for a charity event.
Just because.
She takes a shower after, finally washing away the fatigue with her fancy shampoo you somehow have around in the bathroom. Thereâs also her favourite lotion, the delicate scent she can now smell with her eyes closed when she misses you a little too much for some reason. Even getting to the point of applying the scar cream she uses when her knee bothers, just because you knowâ
Oh, shit.
âOh, shitâ
âYeah, âoh, shitâ, indeedâ, the smile on your face grows as you see the realisation crashing over Leah.
The English capitan may be a clueless idiot sometimes, but youâre already too into it to pretend not to like it.
âI basically live hereâ
The thought of her finally realising she moved in with you is not something youâve indulged too much. An unconscious but lingering fear is the faithful companion of ruthless nights, lying in bed with Leah and her commitment issues.
Most nights she falls asleep holding on to you, and most mornings she wakes you up with a freshly made coffee. But she runs away and disappears for days after sharing a way too intimate moment.
By now, you know her well enough to know when to push her limits and when to let her be.
Yet, the confused and almost uncomfortable frown creasing her features hurts.
âI have to goâ
âLeahââ
Without giving you the possibility to say anything to reason with her â or just protesting, for what it matters â, the footballer is putting on the first t-shirt she finds and fleeing the scene.
Itâs one of your favourite tees, but maybe this itâs not the time to point it out.
âI need to go, Iââ, she mutters as she tries to simultaneously put the shoes on and open the front door.
âAre you planning to walk back to your place?â
âMaybe?â
âItâs a ten minutes ride by car, youâre not that kind of athleteâ
âIâll call a taxiâ
âWith the phone you left on the nightstand?â
For the first time, probably ever, you sound exhausted and not amused at all about the situation â she notices it too. Itâs not like sheâs completely clueless about the loose attitude, the blowing hot and cold.
You look at her, never dropping your gaze as your head shakes and a tired smile doesnât reach your eyes. You hand her the phone you picked up when she was too concerned with running away from whatever therapistâs comment was echoing in her mind to realise what she was leaving behind.
Literally speaking, obviously.
âPlease, wait here for the taxi. Itâs dark outsideâ
âIâm sorry, Iââ
âWe can talk at training in a couple of daysâ, you ease her worry with a quick side hug and a kiss on the forehead, closing the bedroomâs door behind you.
~
A couple of days later, you donât talk at training.
Sheâs avoiding you.
Well, kind of. Everyone at Arsenal, even the chocolate-coloured dog Win, can tell sheâs torn up inside and always on the verge of a mental breakdown or, probably worst, ready to rant an apology speech she rehearsed in front of the mirror a concerning amount of times.
The usually composed skipper is panicking whenever found around you, trying to approach and chickening out despite the mental pep talks.
âCare to tell me why sheâs sleeping on my couch?â
Lia insisting on pairing for the drill was a trap, you should have seen it coming.
âShe found out she moved inâ, you let her know, an amused smile lighting up your features for the first time this week.
Itâs easy enough to put aside the bruised ego when the situation is as ridiculous as the one youâre currently in, one can laugh at their own misery.
âFinally?â
âI think she panickedâ
âOf course she did, she has commitment issues and an apartment sheâs not staying inâ not even now!â, she passes the ball back to you, completely missing the point of the exercise youâre supposed to do, âWhy is she sulking in my house?â
âCanât tell you, sheâs avoiding me as if I signed for Tottenhamâ
âDonât joke about that, she may have a heart attackâ
You both burst out in giggles, knowing too well itâd be a real chance. Or Leah could find the motivation to approach you â to kill you, sure, but sheâd need to be close enough to do it with her bare hands.
âBe patient with her, sheâs tryingâ, Lia gently says after composing herself.
The curious relationship you are building with the blonde may be questionable and unhealthy for some people, but itâs filled with respect and care. It resonates with genuine laughs and whispered secrets, it cherishes with caring hands and firm holds. Itâs love.
The kind of love two people give each other despite the fears and the doubts.
âI know, Iâm trying tooâ
~
After two weeks, the most awkward goal celebration in a London derby history, and an even more embarrassing phone call with Leahâs brother, you definitely have enough.
Itâs not too bad, really.
She doesnât flee the room as soon as you make your entrance anymore, the conversations start quietly but progress in the usual easy and carefree way. Sometimes she leans into you in the middle of a night out, other times your hands find each others without a real reason if not the comforting feeling that such a simple action can provide.
Itâs not perfect, but you can tell sheâs trying and she has a lot going on in her head already. You just want to be there, thatâs all you have ever wanted.
Itâs not too bad, thereâs a reason for everything.
Thereâs a reason for your shopping list to still include her favourite bread and that inexplicably expensive shampoo, thereâs a reason for the warm coffee with your name scribbled on it in the changing room every morning.
Thereâs a reason for saving a spot next to the other during tactical and video sessions, on the bus for the away game, or on the table at your go-to restaurant.
Thereâs a reason for the smiles secretly shared in the middle of a stupid debate going on between your teammates.
Thereâs a reason for you to sleep with the jersey she gave you the first time you played against each other and for her to still be squatting on Liaâs couch wearing your tee â the Swiss woman makes sure to send pictures and updates every night.
Itâs not too bad, but itâs game night at the Williamson, and youâre not going to put your victory streak at risk because Leah is freaking out about her housing situation and ghosting her therapist too.
âAre you planning to hide here all night?â, you ask after tapping at her carâs window.
She looks surprised, even if sheâs the one parked in front of her motherâs house for the past ten minutes â lights turning off as soon as she spotted you on the side of the road.
The window rolls down comically slow, and the blonde relaxes immediately when she gathers enough courage to look up at you just to find your amused smile. Hands still grasping around the steering wheel, turning white as her cheeks get redder every second.
Sheâs aware sheâs been ridiculous.
âI didnât know if youâd have come tonightâ, she admits.
âI can leave, I donât want to make you uncomfortable in your ownââ
âNo!â, she shouts immediately, âI mean, youâre already here. I want you here, Iââ
âGood, I really want to defend my championâs title and I canât do it if my charades partner is playing hide and seek by herselfâ, you say, taking a step back to invite her to exit the car.
The teasing smile, that faded just for a moment, is back on your face and she couldnât be happier to realise nothing really changed â you still look at her with unconditional affection and care, you still look after her heart in the most gentle way you possibly can.
âHurry up, Williamson, Iâve been talking with your mother more than Iâve been with you lately so I kinda own her to lose a game or twoâ
She sighs and finally opens the door, getting out of the car with all the enthusiasm of a kid heading to the dentist without the promise of ice cream afterwards. And there is the t-shirt youâve been looking for.
How many of your clothes did she manage to steal without you realising?
Thatâs why thereâs so much of hers in the damn drawer.
âI wasnât avoiding youâ, she mumbles, more to her feet than to you as she drags them even slower.
Itâs going to be the longest ten metres ever.
âRight, and Mariona isnât asking me how to befriend the stray cat wandering in her apartmentâ
âIâm sorry, alright? I freaked out. The whole âbasically living togetherâ thing justââ, she stops in the middle of the road, waving her hands around as if trying to catch the right words out of thin air, âIt just hit me, I havenât seen it comingâ
You gently but firmly pull her safely to the other side of the road before answering, âI figured when Lia cornered me in the middle of trainingâ
âI knew sheâd tell youâ, the footballer groans, rubbing her face, âShe said youâd understand, but I was too scared to talk to you andââ
âI do understand, Leah, but that doesnât mean Iâm not going to make you suffer for abandoning me and tricking Lia and Mario into adopting youâ
She laughs at that, the sound loosening the tension in her shoulders and deep into your stomach. You may be more at peace with your love for the blonde, more confident in this relationship, but you have doubts too.
It breaks her heart to make you insecure, you who always go above and beyond to make sure sheâs comfortable when it comes to the feelings and the moments youâre sharing â the future youâre building.
âCan we go slow? Like, really slow?â, she looks at you, her eyes softer and the panic fading to be replaced by a new sense of certainty.
âI think we canât go any slower even if we tried, took you half an hour to exit the car and for us to make literally ten steps toward your momâs houseâ
The punch that hits you is strong enough to make you wince.
âFine, I think we can compromiseâ
âYour terms?â
âI get visitation rights to my own apartment and free access to your closetâ, she proposes, holding out her hand.
âYou already have thoseâ, you raise an eyebrow at her cocky smile, âYou have to promise not to air-dry your hair on my silk sheets ever againâ
âDealâ, Leah smiles as you shake hands, âIâll just have to get my own pillows for my side of the bed so you can stop complainingâ
She laughs oh-so-carefreely at your stunned expression, finally stepping closer and leaning into your embrace, still holding on to you as she approaches the front door.
âIâll text Lia Iâm going home with you tonightâ
âGoodâ, you say, kissing the top of her head, âBut letâs be real, you just need an excuse to steal more of my clothes, donât you?â
âMaybe, but it looks better on meâ
Sheâs saved by her own mother, opening the door and happily taking in the lovely scene with a knowing grin. The older woman pushes you both inside, commenting about the delay and claiming it is a tactic not allowed â all the games are going to be played, doesnât matter how late it turns.
âYou better let me win if you donât want to be the one sleeping on a couch tonightâ, she whispers in your ear as you take the seat by her side.
âDonât push your luck, Williamson. Weâve got a long way to go, and you still have to find out about the pair of keys with your name on it hidden in the drawerâ
fine.
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hard launch
â⊠and shoutout to Lando Norris because he's gonna be taking it off for me tonightâ
pairing: lando norris x reader!photographer (she/her) summary: y/n hard launching her relationship with lando during an awards show wc: 1.4k warnings: none note: all creds to nicki minaj iconic quote hehe and also this is my first text ever so feel free to give feedback :) not a native english speaker!
y/n was a somewhat known photographer in the f1 community. if you asked a member in the paddock what motorsport photographers they knew theyâd probably say Kym Illman or y/n y/l/n because they were the most noticeable around the f1 paddock. she was an outgoing beautiful girl and a true spreader of joy, you could almost say that she was the photographers daniel ricciardo. through the years of being in motorsports she had gained lots of friends but in the past months she had found a deeper connection to one of the drivers, lando norris.Â
theyâd always been good friends, she and lando, but somewhere along the line their interactions had started to become more and more flirtatious. one thing led to another during the afterparty of the last gp of the season and they had now spent all of the winter break together. y/n and lando had travelled around the world during the break and somehow lando had an unusual amount of pics to upload to instagram during his world trip? maybe bc he had a professional photographer with him. the fans however didnât notice this, they were just delighted over the frequent uploads from all of the corners of the world.Â
during their trips it was easy to keep a low profile because they were always a part of a big group people traveling together. but when they were back at landoâs flat in monaco it became harder to hang out in public together without rumors spreading. they both were quite secure in their relationship to one another but they didnât know how their managers and fans would take the news. theyâd either hate it or love it. and if fans were to love it, y/n knew that they couldnât escape at least some hate, that was just part of being public and especially with a beloved driver like lando. it didnât help either that y/n remembered the hate that landoâs ex luisa got when they were together and though it could appear that y/n had a though shell she was afraid that it would be tough on her. at the end of the day she was âjustâ a photographer and didnât receive a lot of hate, and if she received any it was mostly about her work and not about her personally. thatâs why this whole public relationship would mean a huge readjustment for her and thatâs why they kept it a secret for a little bit longer.Â
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at the end of winter break y/n was sunbathing in the garden of landoâs flat when she received an email with an invitation to a british motorsport award. she was nominated in the category photographer of the year and wow she couldnât be more excited!! finally a confirmation of all the hard work and many years photographing motorsport. she was quick to run inside the house to tell lando the exciting news, where she was met with huge support and also the news that lando too was nominated in a category! y/n felt a relief that she would have her emotional support with her during a nerve-racking event like this.
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lando was used to getting dressed up in designer clothes and going to awards but for y/n this was a whole new territory. since lando knew about this and that y/n was quite insecure about these things he wanted to help her as best as he could. before heading to britain for the awards they together went out shopping for a dress in monaco and even got it custom made to fit perfectly for y/n. this was absolutely not in y/nâs price range but lando insisted because he wanted her to feel really special on this rare occasion. y/n had always seen how caring and loving he was but these last months together had really shown her that heâd do anything for her, which was something sheâd never experienced. y/nâs heart was so full of all the love she received.Â
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it was the day of the awards and y/n and lando were at a hotel nearby getting ready when y/n was starting to feel anxious and wanting to call the whole thing off. âthis dress is too much, i canât wear this! people will think iâm full of myself, who am i to wear versace?? iâm a farm girl not a superstar. AND what if i donât win? itâs going to look terrible if i show up in this only to go home without an awardâ y/n panicked. lando sat beside her soothing her whilst stroking her back. ây/n/n you donât have anything to worry about, you will look absolutely stunning in the dress and who cares what anybody else thinks? this is your first time to really shine so letâs go and make the most of it otherwise you will regret itâ lando comforted her. y/n tried her best to keep the tears in to not ruin her makeup, the nervousness really got to her but lando knew exactly how to make her feel safe and a bit more relaxed about the situation.Â
y/n was stood in front of the hotel room mirror whilst lando was closing the zipper to her tailored black dress. when he looked in front of the mirror ahead y/n could see his jaw drop. lando was mesmerized over the girl in front of him, her eyes sparkled like never before and her height seemed to have increased from the confident posture. and she felt it too, the confidence, she felt truly beautiful which rarely happened. lando could only smile and gently kissed her bare shoulder âwe look like a badass coupleâ he chuckled. y/n felt a tingle through her body and smiled at the thought of them being a couple.
to keep a low profile they decided to take different taxis to the awards. y/n felt butterflies in her stomach walking the red carpet whilst seeing lando only meters away looking like the most handsome man sheâd ever laid her eyes on. it was even more exciting knowing that no-one of the other people on the red carpet knew about their relationship, it was their little secret.Â
the show went on with lando winning driver of the year and the loudest cheers could be heard from y/nâs direction. he held a short speech thanking the team and so on, making a few jokes a long the way because of course he hadnât prepared anything which was typical him but she liked that about him. that in situations like these he could relax and just be himself. y/n on the other hand had her speech well prepared, if she were to win.Â
â
âand the award for photographer of the year goes toâŠâ
y/nâs eyes locked with landoâs and he mouthed âyou got itâ followed by a smile.
â⊠to y/n y/l/n!â the presenter almost shouted.Â
y/n was overwhelmed with the feeling of winning that for a moment she was left staring in disbelief. however after the woman sitting next to her gently nudged her arm she woke up again. the woman smiled to her and made way for y/n to walk up the stage. she straightened her postured and confidently walked with the biggest smile on her lips. once she was on the stage and was handed the award she held her well prepared speech about how tough it can be as a photographer in a male dominated sport and thanking her family and that kind of stuff. when the formal part of the speech was said she looked at lando that was admiring her from his seat. she continued whilst looking at him with a smirk âi also have to give a shout-out to donatella versace for custom-making this dress for meâŠâ people were cheering, â⊠and shout-out to lando norris because heâs gonna be taking it off for me tonightâ. lando dropped his jaw once again and his smile was the biggest in the room whilst the crowd cheered at the shocking statement. the cameras and crowd excitedly turned to him to whom he gave a cheeky wink and blew y/n a kiss.
a hard launch to say the least.
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Ë àŁȘ Ű â ăâ INKED. featuring s. geto.
⻠geto enjoys his job for this exact reason⊠he gets to give pretty girls like you your first ever tattoo.
tags : tattoos, slight masochism, dirty thoughts, suggestive actions, possessive behaviour, tattoo artist x florist trope, voice kink, dirty talk, praise kink, latex kink (if you squint), implied fingering, marking (literally and figuratively), implied virgin!reader, slight dubcon // wc. 1.1k
author's note : the longest one of the series⊠and possibly the longest authorâs note too. i want to thank everyone whoâs supported me throughout this event from the day i released the masterlist all the way up until the last work today!! i know iâve said that every one of these have been my favourite but why not save the best âtil last⊠this very specific image of geto haunts my (wet) dreams đ€€đ€€ thank you again for all the support, because of you guys, i managed to go from 200 to over 900 followers !! đđ i canât thank you more, and i hope you enjoy this last work. this has been luna, and thank you for reading!!
pspsps âŠ. you might want to stick around for my upcoming kinktober. itâs going to be a thrillerâŠ
âi wouldâve never striked you as the type to want a tattoo, sweetie.â GETO looks at you over the frame of his glasses, eyebrow quirked as he confirms your appointment on his laptop. âand especially not one of this⊠calibre. is it your first time?â
you nod shyly, eyes averting from his gaze. he looks at the sheet of paper with your desired design on it, and the corners of his lips quirk upwards. a tramp stamp. totally not your type upon first glance.Â
heâs looking forward to this.Â
youâre a sweet enough girl. you wear denim miniskirts and baggy floral t-shirts, and your face is almost always bare, save for a few coats of mascara on your eyelashes and the occasional touch of lip gloss to make your features pop. you work in the flower shop across the street, and the only way geto can describe you is cute, and definitely not the type to want such a striking design tattooed on your lower back. itâs in such an intimate position, and he canât help but feel a tiny bit jealous for the lucky fucker who gets to run their hands all over it whilst he-
âitâs not too⊠extreme, is it?â you bite your lip nervously. âmy friends told me that i should do something out of my comfort zone, soâŠâ
he tears his eyes away from the sheet of paper to look up at you kindly. âitâs beautiful. come this way, weâll get started now.â
âsince itâs your first time, iâll try to take things slow.â youâre lying flat on your front on the table, skirt pulled down an inch and shirt riding up your stomach. geto stands beside you, rolling up his sleeves and donning his latex gloves before prepping the stencil.Â
you have such pretty skin, he notes. beautiful and untouched, with such a pretty arch in your spine. he wouldâve loved to imagine you positioned like this in different circumstances, but for now, heâs your tattoo artist and youâre his client, so his job is to make you feel as comfortable as possible.Â
so, to soothe your nerves, he runs his latex-clad fingers along the arch in your spine, splaying his hands across your lower back and smiling when he feels you shiver as a disinfectant wipe comes into contact with your skin.Â
âiâm just prepping the skin, and then iâll transfer the stencil. itâll feel a little cold at first, but hopefully itâll help calm all those pesky nerves. does that sound alright?â you nod. âgood girl.â
shit. it just slipped out, the praise, but then he notices that your muscles start to relax. you like praise. good to know, for next time.Â
time seems to pass slowly as geto works his magic, plastering the stencil onto your lower back. itâs affecting him, your reactions, and when he finally reveals the potential placement of your totally out-of-character tramp stamp, he has to physically restrain himself from groaning out loud.Â
the placement â itâs fucking dirty.Â
geto decides to check up with you before finally starting to prep his equipment. âare you sure about this? itâs your first time, so it might hurt.â he chuckles lightly. âscrap that. it will hurt, but iâll try to make it quick so that you feel the least amount of pain as possible.â
âiâŠâ your voice dies in your throat when you feel his fingers trace the outline of your preeminent tattoo. â âm a bit nervous. never done this before.â
âmm, i know, angel. you have such a beautiful body⊠iâd be honoured to mark it up some more next time.â
oh. you know (read: think) thereâs no underlying intent to his words, but the way his honeyed voice purrs behind you has a stream of wetness start to build inside of you, and you try to discreetly clench your thighs to quell the dull ache in between your legs, praying that geto doesnât notice.Â
he does. if he wasnât mistaken, this might just be your kink: being left merciless whilst someone toys with your body. he doesnât overstep though, just teases, running his hands along your bare legs. âhow about here next time? i could ink a pretty little flower on your ankle, or maybe some initials⊠yours, of course.â
geto rathers he mark his initials on your ankle, but again, boundaries. to stop himself from saying anything thatâll have you bolting out of the studio in a millisecond, he finally sits in his chair, picking up the needle and scooting towards you. âare you ready, sweetheart? this is going to hurt, so tell me if you want me to let up at any time.â
you wonât. he knows you wonât, because the feeling of his fingers on your skin is intoxicating for you given the way your toes begin to curl in your flats as he steadies his hands on your lower back. ârelax, love. itâll hurt less.â
the needle pierces your skin, ink blooming as geto begins his work. the feeling⊠itâs strange, given the fact that itâs quite literally repeated pinpricks on your back. but it feels strangely good paired with getoâs hands on your back, and his smooth voice praising you all the way through.Â
âoh, youâre doing such a good job for your first time, love. iâve never seen anyone react so well.â
âdoes it feel alright? wouldnât want to cause any harm to this precious body of yours.â
âiâm almost finished. youâve been such a good client, i wouldnât mind inking you again.â
all of it goes straight to your head, and the pain of the needle is replaced with instant euphoria as your mind fills with lewd images of geto fucking you in this exact position, hands on your lower back in the same way as he eases inside of you. and his voice, good lord, his voice⊠he would totally talk you through it, his rich grumble echoing in your ear as he guides you to orgasm.Â
âyouâre taking it so well, arenât you, baby? thatâs my good girl.â
âfuck yes, angel, just like that⊠oh, youâre so damn perfect.â
âyouâre close? cum for me, baby. need to feel you, atta girlâŠâ
before you know it, a moan slips from your lips, and you immediately dread getoâs reaction.Â
âdid you justâŠ?â
your cheeks are on fire. ân-no! sorry, it hurt a little bit there. i should be fine though, you can keep going.âÂ
he quirks an eyebrow. âwell then, the fault is mine entirely. allow me to make it up to you? iâd feel horrible for hurting you, after all.â
your slight nod is all he needs and suddenly heâs finishing up and wrapping your tramp stamp before prying your thighs apart and slipping his latex-clad fingers into your dripping panties.Â
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LOVER BOY êȘৠMV1
He grunts pushing open the door to the holiday home heâs rented for both of you, arms laden with heavy bags from his shopping spree for you.
HermĂšs, Cartier, Chanel, Van Cleef, APM Monaco, you name it heâs got it.
He drops the purchases on the couch and sighs, fuck heâs definitely going to have to make another trip down for the rest of the bags.
Many wouldnât think of him to be the type to spoil his girlfriend, and while he takes great offence to that statement he somewhat understands where they come from.
He hasnât quite had long or serious enough relationships for him to grow attached to and dote on his girl, but itâs very different with you.
Heâs the first guy youâve ever been with, at ripe age of twenty-two now and having only dated him for a year, he thinks it incredibly important to spoil you.
Youâre everything to him, and he wants you to know exactly how a beautiful, kind and loving woman like you should be treated.
Because god forbid anything ever happen to peel you away from him, he wants you to know that you deserve only the best, because you are the best there is.
And itâs not only materialistic spoiling, oh no no no, you have to be treated well from absolutely all angles.
Including very bare minimum actions that make you feel special, holding the door open for you, never letting you walk on the dangerous side of the road, getting you flowers every week, always listening and giving you his full attention and input during conversations, etc etc.
He doesnât get to do this nearly as often with both of you living in different countries and having extremely busy work schedules.
So the chances that he does get to spoil you with all he has, he snatches the opportunity greedily like a toddler with candy.
Today was supposed very normal day of vacation, the first week of summer break that you and Max were very lucky to spend together in St Tropez.
Waking up in the morning however and kissing your face silly, he deemed you too beautiful to not have a day for yourself, a very general excuse to simply spoil you and make you happy.
So with a few texts here and there, he dropped you off at the spa to rejuvenate, relax and pamper up for a cute little date night.
Without letting it drop that he was going to buy you a gift, or a hundred.
Bringing him to where he is now.
He arranges the bags neatly in the living room, running back to the driveway and pulling out the final gifts, a stunning Versace gown and your favourite Manolo Blahnik heels for the dinner he has planned.
He runs back in just in time for your cab to roll through, as you smile and wave to the driver.
He struggles for a moment, wondering how to position himself casually, should he lie down? No thatâs weird.
Lean on the door? Far too Troy Bolton for him.
Position himself sexily on the presents? Absolutely not youâd laugh too hard and never let him live it down.
âMaaaaax! Iâm hoome!â Your greeting has him smiling and he finds himself making long strides to pull you into his arms.
âHello my love.â He breathes in the flowery scent of your perfume and the softness of your skin. âYou look stunning, how do you feel?â
He finds himself momentarily in awe of your smile and nods, impressed when you shove your hands in front of his face showing him the nails youâd decided upon.
âTheyâre very pretty baby, I really like the blue flowers on them!â He winks at you, pulling your nails closer to his face.
âReally? Iâm so glad! The lady over there kept telling me that I should do ombrĂ©, and I didnât know how to tell her that I really hated designs like that, so we finally agreed onâ Max!â You gasp, stopping in between your story telling.
âWhat?â He shrugs innocently.
You gape at the living room filled with shopping bags of varying sizes and colours, shock marring your face. âOh Max, again?â
His brows furrow. âWhat do you mean again?â
âI mean, you practically bought me the entirety of HermĂšs a few months ago? Why on earth would you spend so much money on me again?â
âFive months ago darling!â He leads you to the sofa, kissing your knuckles, and handing you a tiffany blue box.
âIâve been slacking! And what do you mean on you? What else would I ever spend my money on? itâs yours anyways, everything of mine is yours, especially me.â He settles down cross legged by your feet and keeps pulling boxes and bags towards you.
Placing a hand on his cheek you smile âYou really donât have to do this, Iâve told you so many times I just want you.â
âI know I donât have to, but I want too.â He grips your hand on his cheek and kisses your fingertips.
âI love you.â
âI know, I love you more.â He smiles, squeezing your knee and nodding at you to open your presents.
âNow come on! Gimme a fashion show, I planned this with just enough time before our dinner. I got you these new shoes, oh! And a dress for tonight, but youâre gonna have to choose between this tennis necklace or this Juste un Clou necklace, I liked both so I got you both.â
ââË.â
love note , ugh this made me feel very single and think of very unreal expectations from men!! thank you for requesting and i hope you liked this <3
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hii! i love your writing and i had an idea for an eddie x reader - so maybe the reader buys him a ring as a present and they werenât sure if heâd like it but they see him wearing it all the time and he never takes it off sort of thing (kind of got the idea from gilmore girls with lorelai and luke with the baseball cap)! :)
First of all, I love Gilmore Girls, it's one of my favorite shows! And second, this is such a cute idea, thank you for the request!
You stand outside Eddie's trailer with the ring box in your pocket. You're nervous to give it to him, because one, you have no actual reason to give it to him besides the fact that you thought of him when you saw it when you went to the mall with Robin. And second, even though it's exactly something he would like.
It's a thick, silver band with a bunch of little designs on the side that are hard to make out and a black crystal is in the middle. You think it will go great with his other rings and even though Robin assured you more than once that Eddie would love it, you're still not sure.
The door opens and Eddie is on the other side, a wide smile on his face as he lets you into the trailer. You're too nervous to say anything so you just hold the box out to him and he takes is gratefully.
"What's this, baby?" He asks as he opens the box. "Baby," he gasps. "This is fucking amazing." He sets the box on the couch that's next to him and puts the ring on his left hand because his right is so cluttered. He holds his hand out to admire his new piece of jewelry and puts on a grin as he looks up at you, holding his arms out.
"You like it?" You ask, stepping over to him to accept his embrace, your arms wrapping around his waist.
"Love it. Now give me some sugar, sweetheart," he puckers his lips and you oblige, giving him a quick kiss.
As the days go by, you notice that Eddie never takes the ring off, not even when the two of you go to bed, even though he's removed the others and put them on his bedside table. He's thanking you for it every chance he gets and you start to realize that he really does love it and he's not just saying that to make you feel better.
It's the best gift he's ever received and it warms his heart that it reminded you of him and that's the reason why you bought it for him. He's never had anyone in his life that has done anything like that for him except for Wayne.
It's only when he takes the ring off to clean it that he notices that your name is engraved on the inside and that makes him love it even more.
"So you always have me close," you tell him and he feels like he might cry.
"God, babe, you're so cheesy," he laughs as he pulls you in for a hug.
"And you love it," you reply as you rest your head on his shoulder.
"I do," he says with a sigh as he pulls you in for a kiss, knowing that he's only going to take the ring off to look at your name every time he misses you.
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pairing: max verstappen x fashion designer!reader y/n (she/her)
genre: social media au, "enemies" (exes) to lovers
warnings: i just be making shit up fr
summary: in which they meet again and rekindle their relationship much to the delight of their fans
a/n: tbh i got no idea how to do enemies to lovers so i went for like a past messy breakup nd rekindle of the relationship now they're older nd more mature or wtvr let me know what u think!!! this was a req but it was super duper vague so i jus pulled this together nd pls fr bare in mind tht im not a max verstappen fan by any stretch lol
request!!!: Enemies to lovers with Max please
fc: maggie lindemann
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user1 new fan gained
user2 omg i rmmbr her from when she dated max & now im just rediscovering her she's sooo gorgeous wtaf
user3 i can't believe max fumbled her
user4 my competition for her hand jus tripled
user5 quadrupled more like
user6 max verstappen found dead
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user11 Y/N IN THE LIKES I REPEAT Y/N IN THE LIKES
user12 no freaking way
user13 i need to know what's going on have they spoken since the podcast ?!!
user14 exes to lovers arc incomingđ„č
user15 he's so cute
landonorris why is your comment section so full up of drama max
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user17 not sorry
user18 i love drama
user19 max acting dumb like he didnt post this to get her attention
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ynupdates y/n y/l/n spotted today outside a cafe with ex beau max verstappen, following the release of a podcast episode on which y/n discussed her feelings on how the relationship played out. the meet up has come after they were seen liking each other's instagram stories & posts, however the discussion they were having reportedly seemed heated and as though they were having a disagreement. rumours/theories of them rekindling their romance were rife but what is the consensus now? we are sending our love to y/n as always!
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user20 omg what is happening
user21 im so surprised she even met with him
user22 he wants her back & she cant deny him bc every girl has a soft spot for their first love
user23 agree but tbh it's probs good tht they argued or wtvr coz she isnt giving in to him she's making sure he fights for her đ€·
user24 some of u guys are delulu af
user25 what i would give to be a fly on the wall in that convo
user26 i hope he's changed or at least fr lets her move on
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yoursister hard at work or hardly working?
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danielricciardo you better not be drinking tequila without me!
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yourbff MAX WHAT ARE YOU DOING
maxverstappen1 getting coffee what does it look like
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user37 this plus y/n's story .... the maths is mathing
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user45 oh my god it's real
user46 NO WAY IS SHE BACK IN THE PADDOCK
user47 & she said she couldn't ever be just friends with her first love...
ynupdates NO YOU'RE RIGHT
user48 they are soulmates for real
user49 i can't believe all it took was a podcast episode
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charles_leclerc i will say i am shocked but happy beyond words to have you back!
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user50 shameless đ„čđ„čđ„č
user51 YOU GOT THAT GLOW OF A NEW OLD RELATIONSHIP
ynupdates not you trying to pretend you aren't ecstatic
user52 i want whatever max verstappen has
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user57 max max max max
user58 she gets prettier everytime i see her
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20 year olds playing with kids toys (Mattâs daughter joins)
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DadMatt DadMatt DadMatt !!!
I haven't written in so fucking long please excuse how terrible this is.
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Also I named the daughter Kiara cus I like the name and wanna name my kid that, was literally so close to naming his wife after me.
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âThis is the Fairy-Corn Princess Surprise, I didnât think we needed this. This was one of the last things we grabbed but Matt thought we needed it because it has over 35 princess surprises insideâ Nick states as he puts the egg-shaped toy down on the counter, prepared to start opening up their first toy.
âWell, I also thought Kiara would like it- sheâs been obsessed with fairies recently, figured why not get it for the video then give it to herâ
As theyâre opening the egg, commenting on the unicorn inside Matt notices something on the instructions paper, excitedly, he gasps. âYou can wear the wings!â he exclaims
âOkay hold on this is important- How do you get the wings off!?â
âThis is about to get real. Hold on Iâm getting Kiaraâ
âSweetheart!â Matt can be heard in the background of the camera, calling out for his daughter as heâs walking towards the living room where his 3-year-old daughter is sitting on the carpet having a tea party with her mom, Ella (her soft, adorable, stuffed bear) and Ivy (the familyâs cat).
âHey cutie I have something for youâ Kiara jolted up, excitedly, her dad always had the best gifts. She jumped up into his arms, him catching her with ease, used to her liking to be held. She had her legs wrapped around his waist and her face in his neck as he softly rubbed her back with his right hand, holding her up with his left.
He turned around going back to the kitchen but before getting in front of the camera he softly asked, âAre you okay with being in the video baby?â she nodded, excited for what her dad had for her. âYou sure? I need words, princess, if you donât want to be in it, I can show you after weâre done. Thereâs no pressure I want you to be comfortableâ
âIâm sure daddyâ she nodded her head to him. âIâm always comfortable with youâ she added, making his heart melt and his smile widen, his eyes gleaming with content. âIâm glad baby, want nothing more but for you to be happy and comfortableâ he says, kissing her head as he walks towards the counter where his brothers are waiting for him.
Usually, Matt and his brothers would film their Wednesday video earlier in the morning so Kiara would be in preschool at the time. However, she recently fell victim to the flu which resulted in her parents keeping her home for a few days. It was now getting later in the night and Kiara had gotten out of the bathtub a few hours ago, While she was getting dressed in her favourite pyjama set- long sleeve pink top with âprincessâ written on it with a cute sparkly crown and pants with the same design on the right leg, she had made both her mama and dada promise to have a sleepover in her room that night- as she always does when sheâs sick.
Matt was not going to break that promise. So, although it was late, and an hour past the girls' bedtime, they let her stay awake until they finished filming.
âHey pretty girlâ Chris says to Kiara looking at her in Mattâs arms as he sits back down next to him, putting Kiara on his lap. âFAIRY WINGS!â Kiara exclaims, her eyes widening as she looks on the counter quickly snatching them as if a robber was going to come for them.
âJesus Christ girl no oneâs stealing them from youâ Nick states as Matt laughs at his daughterâs excitement and possessiveness over the wings.
âYou want me to put them on you?â
âYes! Please I want to be a princess fairyâ She quickly replies, dragging out the words. âAlright come onâ
Matt grabs her from her hips and sets her up on the counter, her fuzzy socks keeping her warm from the cold. She turns around facing her dad ready for him to put the wings on her, so she could be a real princess fairy, with real fairy wings.
âArms upâ Matt tells her as he sees his wife leaning on the entry to the kitchen, watching her favourite people in amusement.
Kiara quickly puts her arms up causing her shirt to slide up with her- âyouâre getting taller baby we need to get you big girl pyjamasâ Matt says as he puts her shirt back down knowing the weirdos that are on the internet.
Heâs careful with his words, most people would say âbiggerâ but he did not want his daughter to overthink his wording, even if she was only an innocent 3-year-old unaware of societyâs criticism on âbiggerâ people.
âNo I like these want to wear emâ foeverâ and everâ she replies, absolutely shocked by the idea of getting rid of her super special perfect princess pyjamas
âWe could get you similar ones baby just a size up since youâre growing up- youâve had those for over a year baby youâre getting olderâ Matt says as he ties the string of the fairy wings around his daughter's chest, already planning the new pyjamas heâs going to get her.
âI donât think itâs supposed to tie behind her, isnât it?â
âNick itâs wings dudeâ
âYeah dudeâ
They all chuckle at Kiaraâs agreement with her uncle Chris.
Matt ties a bow with the strings. âIs that good? Not too tight right?â Â He asks not wanting the pressure tied around her to hurt his baby girl.
Kiara grabs the stuffed unicorn from the counter hugging it tightly around her chest as she jumps back onto her dad's lap. âWait Kia hereâ her mama says handing her the tiara and wand, going to stand behind Matt with her arms on his shoulders âThankyou mommy, now Iâm a true princess fairyâ she gleams happily.
âWait who did we get?â Matt says looking over the paper that came with the toy as he leans back into his wife while another arm is wrapped around his daughter, making sure she doesnât fall off his lap.Â
âThatâs Rubyâ
âThatâs clearly Ruby, Mattâ
âIs it Ruby?â he says as he looks at the unicorn in his daughter's grip.
âOh then they want you to collect them all so itâs a scamâ
âThereâs more? I want them all! Can I have more please?â Kiara asks hopefully giving her dad those eyes that he can never say no to. âI donât think we can get them all sweetheart, there's too many but we can get another one next time we go to Targetâ Mattâs wife replies before he manages to, knowing he wouldâve said yes and bought her thousands of dollarsâ worth of these toys if she didnât step in.
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As the boys look over the next toy Kiara plays around with Ivy in the kitchen, getting bored from the lack of princess toys and wings. She can still hear her dad and uncles talking and looking over toys, when another toy comes up and her dad says, âOh you got to turn her onâ they all erupt in laughter.
She looks up, confused about whatâs so funny about turning on a toy so you can play with it. âI meant like on the bottom dude, the actual power button- you guys are sickâ Matt says as the laughter calms down, Kiara, confused, asks her dad âWhat other way would you turn her on?â
âOh sweetie I think your dad knows plenty of ways to turn a woman on especially your mumâ Chris gets slapped in the back of his head. âDonât say that Chrisâ Matt says in shock, not wanting to explain to his daughter what theyâre talking about. âWhy?â Kiara asks, still confused.
âSee Kiara when two people love each other very muchâ Chris starts only to be stopped by Matt once again. âLike my mommy and daddy?â she questions, Chris is unable to answer as Mattâs hands are over his mouth, blocking out his words.
âExactly like your mommy and daddyâ
âNick!â Matt exclaims in shock.
âIâm confusedâ Kiara states looking at them annoyed.
âDonât worry about it baby, Uncle Chris and Uncle Nick are being stupid as usual, ignore themâ Matt replies hoping sheâll let it go.
âDo you turn mommy on?â She wonders trying to get to the bottom of this. Loud laughter erupts from the girlsâ uncles. âUhm- well you know when me and mommy kiss?â Matt says to her, trying to get around it without having to lie or keep something from his daughter, after all, itâs a normal thing. As she nods, he continues âWell- It has to do with that, okay? Itâs only done when two people are in love and marriedâ Matt is obviously aware that two people do not have to be in love or married to kiss or "turn eachother on" but he didnt want his baby knowing that.
âOh okayâ Kiara replies, pleased with the answer of knowing more about love.
Sheâs always loved love, especially when it has to do with her parents, she loves knowing they are in love, she loves watching them kiss, laugh and hold each other. She believes she got lucky to have parents so in love.
âPretend this is my second kid, okay? You guys are uncles again and Kiara has a siblingâ Matt says as he starts feeding the toy lamb its bottle.
He starts having déjà vu of when Kiara still drank out of the bottle, he misses those times but is so happy to see her grow up.
He starts to picture himself feeding their second kid, knowing the âpretendâ would soon be real as the married couple found out the night before that theyâre 6 weeks pregnant and expecting their second. He was so excited and couldnât wait to start telling people he was going to have another baby, especially couldnât wait to tell Kiara she was getting a baby sister- or brother, but he secretly wished it would be another girl.
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As Matt is playing around with the Barbie doll he and his brothers opened he feels a tug on his pant leg, he looks down and sees his daughter who previously left to go potty back in the kitchen, he notices she has taken off her tiara and tried to tie her hair up, she always had issues with turning the hair tie, but sheâs trying hard to learn to do her hair and heâs proud of that. âYeah baby?â He asked her as he looked down at her as his brothers continued to play with the doll.
âCan you put my hair up pleaseâ she mumbles, getting tired.
âYeah, baby of courseâ He lifts her, setting her down on his lap
âWhat do you want sweetie? Ponytail?â He asks her as he starts gently leading her curly hair back and grabbing it all together, untying some strands that got stuck on her fairy wings.
âCan you do a braid pleaseâ
âYepâ He replies, gently stroking his hand over her head as he kisses the back of her head, starting to separate the hair pieces for the braid.
He can notice sheâs getting tired, itâs well past her bedtime now but what worries him is when he hears a sniffle âAre you okay sweetheart?â he asks in worry that sheâs crying as he finishes up the braid. She wipes her nose with her long sleeve âYeah daddy, just have to blow my noseâ Matt sighs in relief, knowing sheâs not upset just sick.
He grabs a hair tie from his wrist where he always keeps extras in case she or his wife needs one.
He ties the end of her hair, makeing sure to keep the braid secure.
He grabs a small packet of tissues that he stored in his pants in case she needed to blow, knowing how annoying a runny nose could be, he opens one up for her and holds it in front of her nose as she blows on it, he scrunches it up and puts it away on the counter to throw away later.
Matt continues with the video keeping Kiara snuggled up on his lap as she too starts to play with the Barbie dolls.
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Kiara is now softly held in her momâs arms as she walks back into the kitchen, âHey you guys almost done? She doesnât want to sleep without you there Mattâ
He looks up, eyes gleaming as he sees his two favourite girls walk in the room âYeah weâre practically done just have to do the outroâ Nick replies as Matt leans closer to his girls, pretending to knock on both of their heads with the toy hammer, making both of them giggle.
âDaddy is like Bob the builder with the beltâ Kiara states, laughing at her dad.
âOh yeah?â Matt replies, starting to tickle her which causes her to laugh and her mom to giggle at them.
Matt grabs her out of her mama's arms and tightly hugs her close to him, grabbing his wifeâs hand and pulling her into the hug as well.
âFamily hugâ he exclaims giggly, as he kisses his daughter's head, then his wife, and pretends to kiss his wife's belly knowing he canât do that without striking suspicion.
âAlso, just in case you guys are wondering weâre not throwing all of this away, my momâs going to donate it to some little kids she knowsâ Nick tells the camera.
âKids in needâ Matt adds.
âExcept unicorn and wingsâ Kiara chimes in.
They all laugh at her eagerness for the unicorn and its wings, âExcept for the unicorn and its wings, Kiara wants to keep themâ Nick adds to his previous statement.
âI want to keep everything, but I can shareâ The girl adds.
âSo kids will have fun with these toysâ Nick starts to continue talking directly to the camera but Kiara interrupts.
âCan we give the kids my old toys too? And the ones I donât play with? I think some of them would like my toysâ
âI think some kids will love your toys sweetieâ Her mom adds, proud of her daughter for wanting to donate,
âYeah Kia thatâs greatâ
âThatâs so sweet of you Kiara Iâm sure theyâll appreciate itâ
Matt gleams brightly at his daughter âIâm glad you want to donate Kiara thatâs really goodâ He says proudly
âYouâre so sweet and kindâ he kisses her cheek.
âSweetest girl in the worldâ her mama continues, kissing her other cheek.
Matt leans closer to his wife, pressing a kiss on her lips.
"Daddy?"
"Yeah baby?"
"Did that turn mommy on?" She asks referring to their previous conversation.
Lond laughter erupts from all of the boys.
"What!?" Matt's wife exclaims confused as they all continue laughing
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âOkay, weâll see you guys next Friday!â
âBye!â Kiara says as she continues to drag out the word, waving goodbye to the camera.
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Comments:
Fan1: OMG KIARA!!! MISSED SEEING HER IN VIDEOS
Fan2: came for the triplets, stayed for kiara
Fan3: MATTS SUCH A GOOD DAD?? AND HE KNOWS HOW TO BRAID???
Fan4: the way he holds her and is so gentle with her đđđ wish i had a dad
Fan5: the facr that he made sure zhe was okay being on camera is so so cute and adorable and hot and sexy
^iammattswife: so real for that comment
Fan6: Need more kiara content please
Fan7: THE TURNING HER ON JOKES LMAOSOO
Fan8: Kiara is so sweet u can tell shes being raised right
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His carefully crafted web.
Will Graham x Graham!reader x Hannibal Lecter
Summary: Hannibal wants both the Grahams to himself. He begins to spin his web of lies to get them crawling right to him.
Warning: Manipulation and gaslighting!!
Author's note: You can't look at this gif and be like "That's platonic love." LOOK AT IT! Also- I wanna write just a Hannibal x reader but my mind is blanking so hard.
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Jack Crawford led the Grahams to the crime scene, letting their eyes wander over the dead body in front of them.Â
Neither were easily mortified at vicious killings anymore.
After all, she was their head biologist, and Will was their reconstruction specialist.Â
But the dead body in front of them sent a small shiver down the woman's spine.
Will noticed and placed a gentle hand on her back. "You alright?"
She nods, "M'fine."
Jack nods at the two, "Do your thing, Will." And he walks out of the house, leaving the two Grahams alone.
Y/N bends down to the body, "This girl drowned on her own blood. That gives you something to go off of." She stands and gives her husband a sweet kiss on the cheek, "I'll be just outside."
He reaches out and grabs her hand, "Stay?"
Her eyebrows furrow, "I thought you do this best alone?"
"I do, but you help me think. Just⊠you being near helps me. It⊠brings me back to reality when I get too lost. Just promise me you'll stay?"
She was at a loss for words, "I⊠yes⊠of course."
He nods and closes his eyes, taking deep breaths.
âŠ
"You said that to her?" Hannibal asks Will.
"Yeah, and I meant it too. I've been so worried about not coming out of the daze. She⊠she keeps me away from making my own design."
"And what happens when she can't help you anymore?"
Will sits up, "what do you mean?"
Hannibal blinks, "There may come a day that she can't help you anymore. What if you hurt her?"
Will loses color in his face, "No, I wouldn't do that."
The doctor shrugs, "How do you know?"
"I just won't." He looks up unsure, "Hannibal, that won't happen, right?"
Hannibal sighs, "I can't guarantee it, Will. You and I both know that."
Will sits back and runs a hand over his face. How could he be so stupid to not think about that? What if he wakes up from his daze to be covered in her blood?
He doesn't think he'd be able to live.
"Just promise me, Will. If something happens, anything, that you'll come to me. I can protect you. And her."
Will nods like it's obvious.Â
âŠ
Hannibal had a plan in motion. He always does.
And he wanted the Grahams.
He knew that they were attached at the hip, practically an extension of the other. So in order to gain their trust, he'd have to break them apart.Â
But he knew he could always get them back together once they were his.
So, getting under Will's skin was the first step.
And it was too easy.
Hannibal was beginning to spin his little web.
Now, to get Will's wife.
âŠ
"Y/N, may I speak with you?" Hannibal asked the biologist.
She looked up from her microscope in the lab, "Hannibal? You're the last person I expected to see. I'm pleased, don't get me wrong."
He smiled, "I understand. I'm just worried about you."
"Me?" She scoffs lightly, "Why are you worried for me?"
He steps up to her, letting his voice drop, "Has Will ever⊠laid his hands on you?"
She blinked, "What?"
"Has he hurt you?"
Y/N stepped away from his in suspicion. "No. Will would never. Why are you pointing fingers, Hannibal?"
Hannibal sighs as sets his blazer over a chair. "I'm worried that he's become unstable."
She nods, "He is but he's getting better. That doesn't put me at risk."
His eyebrow raised, "It doesn't?"
Suddenly, she wasn't so sure.
"No, it⊠Will⊠he⊠um⊠Hannibal, I don't understand."
He steps a bit closer now, their faces inches apart, "If he lays a hand on you, or hurts you in any way, I want to be the first to know. I would never let him touch you."
She tilts her head, "Hannib-"
"-No more. I need a promise, Y/N."
She shakes her head, "It won't happen."
He reaches forward and brushes hair behind her ear, "Your promise, Graham."
"I promise?"
He nods, "Good girl."
And with that, he grabs his jacket and leaves.
âŠ
Now, the Grahams were avoiding each other.Â
Neither wanted to talk out their recent feelings with the psychiatrist.Â
And Hannibal could not be more pleased.Â
Both came practically crawling to him.
And he welcomed them with feigned surprise and open arms.
âŠ
A few months and many manipulative talks later, he had them trained exactly how he wanted them.
Hannibal came home and set his bag down gently, "Y/N?" His voice rang out.
She floated down the stairs happily, "You're home early!"
He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist, "I wanted to see you two as quickly as I could."
Will rounded the corner, "Oh. I didn't hear you come in, Hannibal."
Hannibal's smile only grew, "When you read, you're in another world, dear Will."
The two share a gently kiss.Â
Will pulls Y/N away from Hannibal's arms to wrap his own around the girl.
"I've been thinking," Hannibal says. He states it as if it's a new thought, and not one he had planned since the day he met the pair, "I feel a bit left out. You're both the Grahams."
Will places a kiss on the woman's neck and then looks up at Hannibal, "Oh, did you want to be a Graham, too, Hannibal? We can make that happen."
"No," Hannibal said with a smirk as he stared at the beautiful couple in front of him- the couple that lived in his home, ate his dinners he created, and slept beside him every night. The couple that belonged to him. "I believe the Lecters are more elegant. Don't you, darling?" He looks at Y/N.
Her lips pull into a line and she looks up at Will, "The Lecters? Will?"
Will was already beaming, "The Lecters. I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Hannibal."
Hannibal smiled.
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He had spun his web slowly and meticulously, paying attention to every detail.Â
And the two little bugs known as the Grahams had landed right in it unknowingly.
After all, the spider was very charming.
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Their Babydoll
WinterWidow + Shy!Stark!Curvy!readerÂ
Summary- Bucky and Natasha take a liking to the shy designer.Â
W.C.- 2212Â
Warnings- Smut, fluff, cursing, unprotected sex, oral (fem, reader), cum eating, let me know if I missed anything.Â
A/N- I hope you guys like! Sorry if the smut sucks, I was tired lol. I know these fics are usually Bucky x Reader x Steve but I would want Nat more. Anyway I already have an idea for a new series and it includes Biker Bucky! Not proof read, all mistakes are mine. Hope you enjoy it my lovelies! Â
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âPlease Uncle Tony!â You beg for the hundredth time. Â
âNo,â he says, not even looking up from the device he was tweaking. Â
âBut-âÂ
âNo,â he interrupts you. Â
You stick your bottom lip out and give your best puppy eyes. It would always work when you were younger. Now though?Â
âNoâ Â
You groan and cross your arms. You smile to yourself. âYou know, Aunt Pepper has been wondering what happened to her-âÂ
âOkay! Okay,â he sighs and pushes the protective glasses further up his nose as he looks at you. âThereâs no need to bring Pepper into this.âÂ
You giggle and lean your hip against the table heâs working at. âYou always were afraid of Aunt Pepper.âÂ
âIâm not afraid of her,â he huffs. âI just happen to have a healthy amount of respect for her.â Â
âYouâre afraid of her, Tony,â Bruce pipes up from across the lab. Â
You giggle as Tony sends you and Bruce a glare. Â
âWhy do you even want to use the holographic interfaces?â Tony asks.Â
âBecause it would make designing floor plans so much easier! Using your tech would help me with the critical parts of my job.â Â
âBut you donât even know how to use them.âÂ
âYou could teach me.âÂ
âBut I donât hav-â He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. âFine,â he huffs. Â
You squeal and hug him. âThank you, Uncle Tony!â Â
He pats your arm, âYeah yeah.âÂ
Most people didnât know Tony had a sister; hell no one knew he actually had any siblings until you showed up with your stuff one rainy day.Â
Freshly 19 and ready to make a name for yourself in the world of Interior Design, youâd moved to New York thinking this was the best place to do so.Â
Your mother, Tonyâs younger sister only by a few years, called to express her worry of you moving there and being alone. Â
So, Tony being the ever so giving person he is, and a few not-so-subtle threats from your mother, told you that you could stay at the Avengers Tower. You were furious, ranting about how you wanted to make it on your own and didnât need any help. But when he mentioned youâd get to meet and spend time with the Avengers, you quickly got over it.Â
You were so excited to meet the Avengers, youâd always had a major crush on Bucky. You even wrote a paper about him for your history class in the 6th grade. His sparkling steel blue eyes taking you captive. You wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through his shoulder length brown hair, hoping itâs as soft as it looks. And you canât forget those full, pink lips that could make a gal melt like butter on hot asphalt. Â
But he was taken, by your second favorite Avenger, Natasha Romanoff. You definitely had a girl crush on her. She was so strong and skilled, every womans idol. She was the reason you tried and failed at learning how to fight. So what if you were thicker than the other girls? Yeah okay, you had thick thighs, a pudgy, soft stomach and flabby arms, but that didnât mean you couldnât learn some moves like the other girls. To be fair though, that instructor was a womanizer.Â
He said, and I quote, that youâd ânever make it anywhere in life looking like thatâ. Boy did you prove him wrong. You were one of the best Interior Designers in New York, you had a special touch that other designers didnât have. And you loved your job, you loved bringing peoples dreams to life and seeing the joy on their face. Â
You enjoyed it, but it wasnât always easy. The meticulous planning, writing up contracts, getting a crew for certain aspects in and out on time could be grueling at times, but seeing the looks on your clientâs faces when theyâd see the finished product was always worth it. Â
You had been worried when you first got to the Tower, worried the other Avengers wouldnât like you. It was all for nothing though because they absolutely loved you, you were a part of their dysfunctional family now and they had no plans of letting you go. Everyone had really taken a liking to you, especially Bucky and Natasha.Â
When you introduced yourself to them with your cheeks flushed, hands nervously fidgeting behind your back, and your shy little voice, it made Natasha want to wrap her arms around you and protect you from the world. Â
But, on the other hand, seeing your long thick thighs on display, juicy ass just barely covered by the shorts you wore, and your tank top that hugged your curves just right made herâs and Buckyâs mouths water. That body paired with your shy, innocent demeanor made them want to swallow you whole.Â
They had been happy just the two of them, rekindling their love once they both were free. They never thought about having someone else in their relationship, never wanted anyone else, until you. Â
One knowing look and desire fill conversation later they knew they had to have you. They just had to be careful so they wouldnât scare you away, and make sure Tony didnât find out and do something crazy. He was very protective of you.Â
So, the next couple of years were spent with heated looks, lingering touches, and subtle hints thrown at you that you never seem to catch. They were tired of this game of chase, frustrated and on a level of horny so high that they couldnât fuck down no matter how hard they tried. Bucky was this close to fucking up against the closest wall, Natasha not far behind. But theyâd soon get what they longed for. Â
You studied your reflection in the mirror again. The thin strapped, black dress that stopped mid-thigh, and had a slit going up your left thigh, hugged your body perfectly. You wouldnât normally wear something so revealing but Wanda said this dress was perfect. Â
Sheâd said youâd definitely be getting fucked tonight. She may or may not have read Bucky and Natashaâs minds and knew this dress would make them lose it. Â
Tonight was Samâs birthday party, although his birthday wasnât for two more days, heâd be in Louisiana visiting his sister so Steve wanted to throw him a party before he left. Â
Making sure your curls were perfect, you sprayed on some perfume and put some black heels on and headed down to the floor the party was being held at.Â
Natasha and Bucky were sat at the bar area, formulating a plan on how to make you theirs. Natasha wore an off the shoulder, floor length, blood red dress that fit her just right, with matching lipstick and heels. Â
Bucky had a tailor-made, black suit that showed his defined muscles. His face clean-shaven, displaying his sharp jaw and his hair tied back in that low, sexy bun heâs always sporting. Â
Natasha was the first to see you, choking on her drink as she takes you in, causing Bucky to follow her line of sight. His cock rock hard instantly. She bit her lip and one shared glance; they knew tonight was the night and they had just the plan to do it.Â
You lock eyes with Natasha and she beckons you over. Â
âLook at you, firefly,â she grins and you blush. Â
Bucky whistles and looks you up and down. âYouâd give poor old Steve a heart attack in that dress, doll. You look amazing.â Â
âYou think so?â You shyly ask.Â
âDefinitely,â Natasha adds. Â
You begrudgingly do a shot with them after the persisted you do at least one to help loosen you up, even though they knew you didnât like alcohol. They didnât leave your side the rest of the night, not that you minded, you loved being the center of their attention. They were waiting for the perfect moment to sneak you away, that moment came after the cake and presents, everyone having gone back to drinking and dancing. Â
Natasha loops her arm with yours. âSo, firefly,â she smirks. âMe and Bucky were thinking of changing up our room, think you could help us?â There a devious sparkle in her eyes that you miss.Â
Your eyes light up. âYes!â You smile. Â
They lead you away from the party and up to their room. Once inside Bucky locks the door. You look around as Natasha comes up behind you and puts her hands on your waist. She runs her nose up the side of your neck, taking in the scent of your perfume. You freeze.Â
âNat?â You ask on a shaky whisper. Â
âYes, firefly?â She nibbles on your ear, causing you to shudder.Â
Bucky stands in front of you and cups your face, tilting your head to make you look at him. His lips inches from yours. Your follow-up question gets stuck in your throat.Â
âDo you know,â Bucky starts, leaning forward to nudge his nose with yours.Â
âHow long weâve been waiting for you?â Natasha finishes, kissing your shoulder.Â
âWhat?â You ask through the already forming fog in your brain.Â
âWe want you, firefly. Will you let us have you?â She slides her hands up to just under your boobs, waiting for your consent. You whimper and nod.Â
âWords doll,â Bucky says.Â
âYes,â you whisper breathlessly. Â
Bucky smashes his lips to yours as Natasha cups your boobs, squeezing them. You moan and grab Buckyâs forearms. Â
He steps back and takes his suit jacket off, instructing Nat to take your dress off. She slowly unzips the dress and pushes the straps off your shoulders. It gets bunched around your middle, you blush, insecurities sneaking up on you. She just pushes it the rest of the way down.Â
Your hands itch to cover yourself but stop when Bucky lets out a deep groan. He whispers a fuck and reaches down to squeeze his throbbing cock. You let out a whine.Â
âGet on the bed and spread those gorgeous thighs, doll,â he rasps. His eyes black with lust. Your bra and panties come off and you get on the bed, laying on your back and shyly spreading your thighs. Â
Natasha moans. âLook at her Buck.â He hums and pushes the straps of her dress off her shoulder, revealing she had nothing on underneath. He groans and kisses her; she unbuttons his shirt. You whine, more slick coming out and coating your folds. They break apart and grin.Â
While Bucky finishes taking his clothes off, Natasha comes beside you and starts to play with your breasts, pinching and tugging your nipples causing you to moan. Bucky, now naked, kneels between your legs, taking in the sight of your soaked pussy. Â
âAlready so wet and weâve hardly touched you babydoll,â he taunts. You whine, the feeling of his hot breath causing you to shudder.Â
âDonât tease her Buck,â Natasha says as she takes one of your nipples into her mouth. Â
She nips lightly at the bud as Bucky presses his tongue to your clit, you let out a high-pitched moan and grip his hair. As she teases your nipples, Bucky eats you out like a starved man, mumbling out how good you taste in between slurps and gasps of breath.Â
Bucky canât handle it anymore and stands up before you can cum. âI gotta be in you, doll, fuck.â He gets in between your legs and lines his leaking tip up with your entrance. Â
He slowly slides in and your eyes roll back. He gives you a second once he bottoms out, letting you adjust. Natasha rubs your clit as he starts to move.Â
âHow does she feel?â She asksÂ
âSâfucking good, so tight, shitâ He groans and pounds into you.Â
Natasha oscillates between making out with you and sucking you breasts and leaving hickies. She keeps rubbing your clit. You grip the sheets, panting and moaning. Bucky angles his thrusts just right and you scream as he hits that spot inside of you that causes you to see stars.Â
âI-Iâm go-....gonna...â You canât even finish your sentence.Â
He speeds up his thrusts, âCum, doll, soak my cock.âÂ
Your eyes roll back and your back arches as you squirt, soaking his balls, thighs, and the bed. His hips stutter as he cums unexpectedly, he rides out both of your highs, his cock not softening at all. Â
Natasha motions for him to pull, when he does, she immediately gets between your legs and eats you out, moaning at the taste of your slick and Buckyâs cum. He groans and starts to fuck her.Â
This goes on for hours, both of them pull orgasms out of you. By the end of it, you lay cuddle between them, exhausted. They say that they want you to be a part of their relationship, you agree, feeling like youâre dreaming. The two people youâve had the biggest crush on actually wanted you to be with them, you couldnât have been happier.Â
When Tony finds out he whacks both Natasha and Bucky in the back of the head with a rolled-up newspaper. He also now carries a spray bottle with him for when yâall get a little too handsy. Â
All in all youâre living your dream and you couldnât be happier.
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