#and even when that was managed. oh my fucking god was i right about what a time and a half and a quarter and another half that'd be

[michipan]

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(cracks knuckles) ok so lemme tell you. from the moment i saw this event's masterlist, i was HOOKED by your fic. mean slytherin kai??? YES PLEASE??? gave myself a moment to sit down and really enjoy this fic so i could give you a proper review soooo… prepare yourself, because im completely normal! ^^

starting off with the smut being in his pov… ouuuu yes i love. i can’t remember the last time i read smut in the male lead’s pov, this was so interesting and refreshing (also i couldn’t help but get stuck on the fact that you used “cloying”. such a cool word just wanted to tell you!) but christ… what an opening scene!! this was such a good choice on your part, so many things were told about his character right off the bat— his refusal for intimacy when literally having sex, the degrading way he regards this girl, his dominance… oh lord i was squealing and kicking my feet!!! the fact that he physically pushed down this girl’s hand when she tried to kiss him??? ohhohohohoho ur so good… calling it a line he never crosses… AND WHEN HE WENT “should I?” AHHHHH i can’t. he’s so cold and arrogant and i LOVE IT

“She can’t let him be the one to leave first, not tonight.” im not gonna get into it too much right now because it’s gonna come LATER, but it’s crazy how such small details like these manage to encapsulate your characters so much. it’s like you know all your characters like the back of your hand, im enamoured…

“He strides through the grand halls with the effortless poise of someone who believes the castle itself was built for him.” this sentence. DO YOU KNOW IM CRAZY??? so good so yummy i can imagine him so perfectly… you’re so good at setting the tone, you make it seem effortless; the same goes for status, i absolutely adore that you go into small details like his pristine clothes, the way people react when he passes, the way kai doesn’t regard them— it really sells the whole idea that kai is above everyone, i love it!! EVEN MORE SO when he tries to intimidate a gryffindor, just to get a reaction out of him?? it’s like he needs to prove himself every chance he gets, and the fact that he gets so disappointed when he doesn’t get the reaction he wants is soooo…. fawk… i was a little intimidated… i was a little scared…

your writing is just so??? good??? you keep pulling out imagery left and right and it stuns me because it’s all so unique and not repetitive at all, which is so difficult to do! i love the little motifs that recur throughout (blades, cracks, blood, rot, etc) and how you manage to keep it fresh every time! I read “he could see the ache written in the curve of her back” and immediately ran to my notes to be like “woah!!! me like!!” and TRUST i will be pointing out the other ones i liked!!!

oh also him pretending like he didnt gaf and didn’t want to see mc was so funny to me. he’s just going “i have no choice, i don’t want to see this, idgaf!!” over and over just to get so entranced by her is so akdhadggk okay man. keep telling yourself you don’t care. (btw that whole sequence was SOOOO good!!!)

getting introduced to jay and chaweon was so interesting… i love getting thrown in a situation and be given the context later its my favorite kind of storytelling… it makes everything feel much more intense and trust, my hatred for chaewon is indeed INTENSE!!! when she called??? mc??? DIRTY???? oh i SCREAMED CAUSE HUH!!! but god, this interaction being the way the readers get the mc’s backstory… so delicious. again, you have the ability to set up tone/mood so nicely, and your imagery just amps that up to a 100. “You were the one who showed up on the doorstep with nothing but a trunk and a name no one knew how to say.” you are just so fucking cruel, you know twisting the knife inside of someone after stabbing them is just overkill!!! the fact that her life is just so rough that she even wishes she never got the letter is just so telling…

“Not the muggle-born mistake among children who made spells sing on their tongues, while yours stuttered, cracked, and bled.” this is just perfection. such an intense contrast that shows how the mc perceives herself,,, im giving you a kiss. right now.

MEETING JAY WAS SO. im just gonna repeat myself, but i just love the deliverance in your wording when it comes to certain characters, whether it be introducing them/giving them dialogue. his dismissiveness toward the mc, him laughing at her unease, his dialogue?? oh it’s so telling and i was immediately wary of him… “I wanna be with you. Do that thing with you.”/ “If you really liked me, you’d do it too. You know?” I can just hear that stupid arrogant tone as if what he’s saying is the most obvious thing… good job! I hate him. 💗

HIS PERSISTENCE. THE REVEAL THAT IT WAS ALL A BET. OUHHHHH IM RAGING I HATE THIS GUY!!! him trying to chase after her and asking to talk is such a slap in the face (haha) like??? oh WHO IS YOU!! (also let me tell you the sentence “his form clinging to your shadow” is so fucking cool. just imagining him trying to grab her but not being close enough… your imagery breathes life into this fic)

the switch to kai…. oh 💞💞💞 i can’t i just love his character so effing much. the way he perceives the mc, the way he watches her… the way he grins 🤤 i need him soooooo bad its not even funny. the way he sees her crying and gets HORRNNNNEEEY like wtf do you mean you wanna be the one to make her cry instead($^(#^)& UNDER HIS??? HANDS???MOUTH??NAME??? EXCUSE ME!!? (yes PLEASE!)

this little opposites attract moment you have with kai and mc is just so interesting because of how intense it is, and holy fucking shit i cannot believe i just came to this realization while i typed this up im so fawking dumb: kai’s upbringing was so meticulous, crafted into the perfect leader, someone who can charm his way through anything but can still control the room with a single glance… he was given a formula, given the world, given more attention than he knows what to do with; he’s calm, collected, perfect. and then the mc… is quite literally his counterpart. no family (she’s an orphan right? or rather, adopted? did i pick that up correctly?) mistreated and ignored, forced to care after herself and figure out life, which inevitably flipped itself on its head when she was accepted into hogwarts, a complete 180 from her muggle life.. a storm of trauma and emotions she doesn’t know how to regulate, with powers that are way out of her league [or so she deems] unapologetically herself, unapologetically imperfect. it’s no wonder kai would be drawn to her, she’s everything he’s never been allowed to be!

when kai decides to chase after her, “like a shadow stretching to meet its mark.” (let me just say, the same metaphor for jay and kai, only one is clinging and the other is stretching out? come on. you’re joking.) ouuuu you. you you you you you when i get my hands on you!!! so interesting how the mc knows she’s being followed, and kai doesn’t really care about being subtle?? their dynamic is just so interesting, and kai is so forward it makes me squeal… “The wind caught your hair, brushing it across your cheek. His fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach out and touch it, feel if it was as soft as it looked, feel if you would flinch.” TO FEEL IF YOU WOULD FLINCH YEOOOWWWW HOW INTENSE!!! this whole interaction was just perfection. crazy first (official) meeting, but hell yeah! 

people whispering how dare she? for beating the shit outta jay… grrrr we lowkey gotta kill them. mc not explaining herself bc she knew no one would care anyway… oh we gotta bomb the school! (too much? sorry.) also, i would love to learn more about mc and her powers; i know it was already pretty well established in this fic in regards of what they are and her struggles with them, but i just find it so interesting… something that has the potential to bring her to the top yet is frowned upon, alienates her, and she tries to suppress… i just find it so interesting, along with chaewon’s (ex)friendship with the mc! so much worldbuilding… me love. oh, and her snap at chaewon?? “I have power. You just have a last name.” YESSSSS QUEEN!!! oh everyone cheered. clapped. whistled. screamed, even.

AND KAIS ENTRANCE UGGGGHHHHHHH 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 YOU ARE SO CRUEL FOR MAKING HIM SO FUCKING HOT the fact the you wrote that he was STAKING HIS CLAIM MEOWWWWW im a melted puddle of kai brainrot you cannot be doing this to me its just. not fair!! also why the hell is this man saying he “didn’t do it for me”??? is there a secret third person getting bullied by chaewon in this room that we just didn’t know about?? 

but ough… mc finally breaking down after having to pretend to be strong… this poor girl.. can i just say, despite you mentioning previously that kai was taught to listen and look into someone’s eyes while thinking a million different things, this didn’t feel like that at all… it was just such a raw and intimate moment, the fact that hueningkai didn’t try to use some flowery language to comfort her, didn’t do anything unnecessary,, but just stood there… just to be there. and the kiss… and the fact that it had yet to develop any passion, bc hueningkai is just so confused on why he’s so drawn to her,, “He tasted like someone who hadn’t felt anything in years and hated that you made him want to” god its like you want me to kill myself i hate you. him also being shaken by the kiss… just to tell her to stop crying bc it ruins her face 😭😭😭 god i love him. I LOVE HIM!!!

my goodness, you really did your big one with this fucking character. i love when kai is written in a more cold manner, it’s such a weakness for me; i love that you made him soooo forward, it’s so ridiculously hot. he knows what he wants and doesn’t care that they have different statuses, which is sooo incredibly HOT?? i wondered if it would be a dilemma between the two (as if he’d be repulsed by her or reluctant to chase after her) but the fact that it’s not is SO REFRESHING you have no idea!! him just following her around like a guard dog…. dude my knees are weak. i need to shake you by the shoulders and scream at you so you can realize what this man is doing to me. 

the scene where the mc was having a panic attack was so !!! important to me !!! kai doing something as simple as feeling her pulse and telling her to continue walking with him…. then holding her hand… oh em gee… need that… also yunjin coming up to her after and asking if she was kai’s gf.. and not being super mean and jealous ?! again,,, this is like a breath of fresh air.. it’s not like i hate cliches (love them) but i also find it interesting when you’re just met with the unexpected… like. yunjin’s chill as fuck! okay queen! saying he’s obsessed with the mc… 😖 and calling him unwell LMFAO she’s so chill i wasn’t familiar with her game…

“I’m ambitious,” she said. “And if being ambitious makes me a bad person… then I guess I’m a Slytherin.” this line is so crazy good i ate that shit UPPPP i always think abt that trope where it’s like. idk how to explain it… people that know they’re bitches are more real/better than a person who hides behind a fake persona and tries to convince themselves they’re not rotted… idk. yunjin reminds me of that. 

now lets get to this final scene shall we… everything about this was genuinely perfect. i loved hearing kai talk about his upbringing, talk about how cruel it was but not seeing it that way bc yk… it’s what he grew up with. “He sounded like someone explaining the weather. Like grief was just another season he’d already lived through.” you and that fucking figurative language i cannot believe you just write this shit down like nothing i cant STAND YOU (marry me? ^^)

“I look for you when you’re not around.” DO YOU KNOW IM CRAZY??? IM HUNTING YOU DOWN!!!!

the smut…. im speechless…. kai constantly asking for consent FAWWKKKKK GRRRRRRR I CANT DEAL WITH THIS. YOU CAN TELL ME TO STOP ANYTIME>????A{OEGT&)&)U JJST FUCKING. SHOOT ME!!! “Here?” / “You want me here?” HES SOOOOO>??!>!$@$ im malfunctioning. NEED NEED NEED NEED NEED NEED GIMME GIVE ME HIM NOW

the teasing. the dirty talk. him being a fawking EATTERRRRR MEOWWWWW

HIM CONSTANTLY. FUCKING. KISSING HER. EVERYWHERE. HE JUST. CANT STOP. KISSING HER. DO YOU KNOW. IM FUCKING CRAZY. YOU HAVE THREE DAYS. 

everything about that was just so sweet… so good and charged with emotions and pining, the way they lingered around each other, meticulously cleaning up not because it needed to be perfect, but because it meant having an excuse to stay longer…

the callback to the mc fixing the bed, focused on symmetry. him not caring about it and instead being fixated solely on her. oh FUCK YOU!!!

“Why would you change for me?”

“Because you made me want to,”

oh sigh…. i need to be institutionalized after this. this was just so… soooo perfect… (but also can i say it’s interesting that kai’s first instinct is to mold himself completely around her? it really is all he knows, in a way… it’s okay to be you kai…) BUT ALSO i can recognize the sweetness and adoration that comes with wanting to be like your partner, wanting to understand them more in order to reach a better closeness. i just love overanalyzing ! 

ALRIGHT now let me move onto these following quotes that i just found so interesting and that i wanted to talk about on their own!

“you didn’t notice the silence blooming around you like mold.”  / “boys with bloodlines like poisoned roots” /  “Screw this whole bloody castle and the way it always stank of legacy and rot.” / “A boy born with a silver knife in his mouth,” /  “You felt too much. You burned too brightly. You cracked in places he didn’t understand. You cried like it meant something. You fought like the world still owed you something soft.”

i just wanted to dive a little further into the whole “you have motifs that keep appearing in your figurative language for each character” thing, because this is truly so interesting and (in my personal opinion) a huge standout in your writing! (or at least, this fic? i’ll have to read more of your works to prove this theory… hehe) like how the mc is constantly associated with rot/ruin/cracks, and how kai is always associated with silver/blades ? (THE FACT THAT YOU USED SILVER BLADE INSTEAD OF SILVER SPOON YOURE A GENIUSSS)  and how the themes of power and legacy are also associated with rot/decay… and how there’s a lot of recurring metaphors of blood… i can’t it really is just so amazing to read and pick up on. it just sets up this subconscious premise in the reader’s mind on how they should feel about certain things, gives them physical imagery/ imagery that appeals to the senses and just really elevates the feelings one gets… idk, the fact that you used blooming like mold is so crazy to me. how do you come up with this?? were you blessed by the gods? i hope you know that at some point, i just started cussing you out in my notes. 

okay! let me just say, despite my really, really aggressive review and reactions, i loved this story!! so much!!! i truly think you’re such an incredibly talented writer, you have such a good grasp on imagery and your characters that you manage to intertwine both and elevate your story so much more. the plot was absolutely perfect, im such a sucker for jaded characters like kai, your fic had me hooked from the day it was announced, and i was so excited to see that it was finally out! i’ll add a final comment on the playlist; i was so surprised to see that it went for a much softer, loving sound, but i truly think it fits. it’s so gentle and just added to that yearning that we got in the fic… 10/10, amazing. (die for you, paramore, and w2e in one playlist?? Oh, your mind…) i enjoyed this fic sooooo soso much, i wish i were hit in the head and given memory loss so i could experience this for the first time again. amazing work, im in love with you!

‎₊ ˚ ⊹ ིྀ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐓

pairing: slytherin!kai x gryffindor!reader

He was supposed to look away. He was never supposed to crave the one who didn't belong.

warnings: hogwarts au, set in college age, romance redemption, strangers to lovers, pureblood/halfblood societal norms, mdni. bullying!, family!trauma.

smutwarnings: virginity-loss, missionary, oral!fem receiving.

wc: 10k — playlist

𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌: so happy to be part of this event! thank you to my girls, rain, ash yun and nina for being awesome ily all ^.^ see the event masterlist here.

He grips the back of her head, his fingers sinking into her hair as he thrusts into her with a steady, punishing rhythm. Skin into skin. Her soft moans turn ragged, a needy, breathless chorus in the dimly lit room. The air is thick with the cloying scent of her perfume, almost too sweet, making his head swim.

“m-more, Kai, please,” she whimpers, her nails scraping at his shoulders, her legs tightening around his hips.

He smirks. They always beg the same way.

He watches her, how her lips part with every gasp, her brows knit in desperate pleasure but as she reaches up, her fingers brushing against his jaw, he knows what she’s after.

A kiss.

He shoves her hand down, ignoring the flash of irritation in her eyes. He doesn’t want to see that. He doesn’t want to see anything but her writhing beneath him as he chases his own high.

He keeps pounding into her, the bed creaking under them, her breaths turning into sharp cries. When he feels himself tip over the edge, he holds her hips still, burying himself to the hilt as he cums hard into the condom. He stays there for a moment, head bowed, catching his breath. He pulls out and steps back, his chest heaving. She lies flushed and trembling, a sheen of sweat on her skin, her hair a tangled mess. He’s already made her release twice tonight, but he can’t find it in himself to press his lips to hers.

A line he never crosses.

She sits up, tugging down the hem of her uniform skirt, smoothing it over her thighs. She ties her hair back in a tight ponytail, her green scarf slightly wrinkled. She watches him with narrowed eyes, her lips still parted and pink. “Why don’t you ever kiss me?” Yunjin says finally, her tone somewhere between curiosity and frustration. “I used to think it was just me… but I talked to some of the other girls you’ve hooked up with. You never kiss them either.”

He shrugs, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark as he tugs on his jeans. “Should I?”

“Asshole.” Yunjin’s voice is clipped, her eyes sharp with hurt as she stands up. She can’t let him be the one to leave first, not tonight. She smooths down her skirt and grabs her bag, shoulders squared as she heads for the door.

Heuning Kai just watches her, his lips quirking into a lazy smirk. He’s known her since their first year, long enough to read every flicker of her mood, how she tries to cover her hurt with anger, how she thinks he can’t see it.

He doesn’t bother trying to stop her. He doesn’t have to.

She leaves with her head high and her footsteps light, and he doesn’t move until the door clicks shut behind her. He shakes his head, a small huff under his breath as he stands and tugs his jeans back up, his shirt still undone.

Kissing. It’s always been too intimate, too close; something that feels like more than he can give. He’s never been interested in playing at something deeper than what they already have. He’s never found the will to do it.

He glances at the rumpled sheets. He will need to have them smoothed out, made right again. Things should be neat, aligned.

He has always hated disorder, the way it jars the symmetry he craves.

He strides through the grand halls with the effortless poise of someone who believes the castle itself was built for him. Every step is confident, his polished shoes clicking softly on the stone floor. When someone calls his name, he turns enough to flash them a half-look. His name is on everyone’s lips. His robes are cut to perfection, dark green and silver threads woven just so, a mark of being a pureblood heir and wealth. He sees the girls watching from the corners, cheeks flushed. Some whisper to each other, others just stare in open admiration. The boys in his own house, look at him with a mix of camaraderie and begrudging deference. They share the same colors and the same crest, but not the same steep.

He doesn’t slow down for them. The air around him seems to shimmer with an arrogance that doesn’t need to be spoken aloud.

Everyone knows who he is and what he represents.

He’s about to turn the corner when someone barrels into his shoulder. He glances up, finding himself face-to-face with a student dressed in vivid red.

A Gryffindor.

“Honestly, must you always be this clumsy?” Kai sneers, his voice dripping with scorn as he glares at the boy. There’s no kindness in his eyes, just the sharp gleam of someone who delights in cutting others down. He’s never had patience for Gryffindors, the way they strut around, so certain of their own virtue, as if bravery alone could make them special.

“Watch where you’re going next time,” he adds with a thin smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Or did you leave that famous Gryffindor courage somewhere behind you?”

He hates their pride, their blind sense of righteousness. It’s always been a sore spot for him — the ones in this house always seem so sure of their own moral, so quick to wear it like a crown. They don’t understand real power. They don’t understand how quickly their loud ideals can be torn apart.

“Careful,” he murmurs. “Not everyone here is as forgiving as I am.”

The Gryffindor boy shoves his hands down into his pockets and walks off without a word. Kai’s smirk falters, turning into a disappointed scowl when he realizes he won’t get the reaction he was hoping for.

He turns back to his locker, swinging the door open and rifling through his books. His fingers move. A sudden burst of laughter echoes from the other side of the hallway, loud and grating. He can’t see them, but the harsh, triumphant cackle is enough. Another group of Gryffindors, undoubtedly.

He hates how their lockers are practically pressed up against his own. How he has to see them every day, laughing like the world is theirs for the taking. It makes his skin prickle with annoyance.

He heard them leave.

With a grunt, he shut his own locker and started toward his first class, but not without catching a faint, choked sound from the direction of the lockers he hated so much.

It’s not that he’s curious. It’s not that he wants to see it.

It’s just that it’s on his way, like a grain of sand stuck in his shoe, like a pedestrian standing in the road he needs to cross. A path he has to take, whether he likes it or not.

At the end of the row, a girl is crumpled in defense, her face hidden in her hands. Her shoulders are trembling, the soft, broken sounds slipping past her lips even as she tries to swallow them down. Even from here, he could see the ache written in the curve of her back, in the way her breath hitched and faltered. The world feels too bright around, the hallway too bright and uncaring.

He breathes.

How hurt must she be to let someone else see her so wrecked, so undone?

"I am not the Darkling" he said softly, his eyes searching mine. "I am not the monster you think I am."

You echo the words under your breath, the pages of your battered book trembling slightly in your hands. You feel your eyes burn, but you don't dare blink. The darkling tried dragged her into the dark, but it was her light, Alina, that ended up swallowing him whole.

Fairy tales for the lonely. Lies stitched into paper and ink. Because in the real world, no one survives being consumed by someone else.

And no one asks to be.

“Hey.” You hear your name. When you glance up, Chae Won is standing over you, eyes sharp with contempt.

She’s supposed to be your friend. A fellow Gryffindor.

Without warning, she snatches the book from your hands and grabs your wrist, yanking you up from where you’d been sitting quietly on the floor. “Can we just stop this, please? I—”

“Stop what?” she snaps, already stepping closer. “Crying to Jay? Playing the victim again?” His name stops you cold.

She doesn’t let up. Her hand fists your hair, enough to hurt. “Do you forget you’re a Muggle-born?” she hisses. “And him? He’s everything people want. We were fine before you. You just had to show up, cry to him like some helpless little thing, and now he thinks you're this princess he has to save.”

Chae Won shoves you hard against the lockers. The metal slams cold into your back, the sound echoing down the empty hallway. She leans in, eyes burning, and says the one thing that never stops hurting, no matter how many times you've heard it. “You’re dirty.”

And just like that, you’re six again.

Not here. Not now. But back in that cold, too-quiet house where no one looked like you. Where you sat at the dinner table and watched mouths move around you like you weren’t even there. Where you learned, early and without being told, how to be invisible.

Where no one taught you how to belong.

You don’t say anything. The words are there, caught in your throat, but they taste like shame. They always have.

The afterthought. The charity case. Strange eyes. Odd temper.

You were the one who showed up on the doorstep with nothing but a trunk and a name no one knew how to say. You tried your best to earn your place, to blend in, to make yourself useful, but they still looked at you like you were something foreign. Something misplaced.

In the darkest corners of the night, you wished you’d never gotten the letter. That magic had skipped over you. That your name had never burned through that parchment. Never touched a wand. Maybe then, you could’ve had a normal life. One where you didn’t have to watch your adopted siblings shine in a world that only ever dimmed you.

Because then maybe, just maybe, you’d get to be normal.

Not this. Not the ghost haunting a place that was never yours. Not the muggle-born mistake among children who made spells sing on their tongues, while yours stuttered, cracked, and bled.

You didn’t even feel that you were crying.

Chaewon stares down at you with a cruel smirk, almost entertained by your tears. You’re frozen, your chest tightening, looking like a ghost of yourself. Pathetic. That’s probably what she’s thinking. Then she shoves you again hard. Your body hits the cold locker room tiles with a sickening thud, pain through your spine. You flinch, but you don’t even try to get up.

“Tell anyone,” she sneers, leaning down. “and you’ll regret it.”

They left you right after that.

No one would believe it anyway. You’ve spent your whole life fighting, pretending you're fine, building yourself up just to keep surviving. You wear strength like armor. But now?

Now you’re nothing but shattered pieces on the floor. No one saw you break. No one knows how hard you cried.

No one fucking knows.

"What?" Your voice comes out sharper than you meant, caught off guard.

It was the morning after — after everything and Jay had found you outside like he always does. The golden boy of Gryffindor, the one everyone seemed to adore without question. For months, he'd been chasing you. Sweet smiles, thoughtful words, persistent in his way. He asked you out more times than you could count and a month ago, you said yes.

That was why Chaewon hated you more now than ever.

Jay leans in across the picnic table, casual and unbothered like nothing had shifted in your world. Like you hadn’t spent the night before crumpled on a locker room floor, swallowing sobs and blood.

"I said you should sneak into my dorm later," he repeats. You blink at him. You had planned this picnic, thought maybe today would give you a moment of peace. A needed softness, but now his words float in the air like smoke, invasive and unexpected. He doesn’t notice the way your hands tremble slightly. Or if he does, he says nothing.

You swallow hard.

"Why would I do that? I could get caught," you say, your voice uneasy, the words tumbling out. Jay laughs, it was as if your nerves are a joke to him.

"Come on," he says, grinning. "It’s been a month now. I wanna be with you. Do that thing with you."

Your stomach turns. You might be naive but you’re not stupid. You open your mouth to say something, to maybe ask what he really means, to question the way he’s looking at you like he’s owed something, but he cuts you off. "If you really liked me, you’d do it too. You know?"

You look at him, stunned, like a deer caught in headlights. The boy you thought wanted you for you is now dangling your feelings like bait on a hook. "That... that won’t prove if I like you or not,"

"What do you mean?" he asks, brows furrowing. "So you don’t wanna do it?"

"Of course I would," you say quickly, your throat tightening. "But not right—"

"Not right now?" He scoffs, shaking his head. "That’s always your excuse."

"Excuse?"

He leans back, annoyed. "You know, if you don’t want me, just say it."

You freeze. His next words come out in a bitter, quiet mumble, like he doesn’t even realize he’s saying them aloud. "If this wasn’t for a stupid bet, I wouldn’t—"

"What?" Your voice is almost breathless. Cold rushes through your chest like someone ripped the air straight from your lungs. He doesn’t answer. His eyes widen, just for a second — just long enough to tell you everything you needed to know.

Your mind races. You remember the guilt that bloomed in your chest every time you turned him down, thinking you were the one being difficult. You remember how sad he looked when you said no, how it made you feel like you were failing him. How you apologized for it, over and over, thinking you were the one ruining things.

You remember trying, really trying to open up. The effort it took to prioritize someone else's wants over your own. The nights you rehearsed words in your head, how to say things gently, carefully, so he wouldn't feel rejected. You remember the ache of being left out, how his friends would talk around you like you were invisible. The silence when you spoke. The forced smiles when they laughed at jokes you didn’t understand because they were never meant for you.

You remember Chaewon's cruelty and you remember convincing yourself it was all worth it because he chose you.

"I was a fucking bet?" Your voice comes out hoarse. You stare at him, this boy who once looked like something good. Something kind. All that softness you thought you saw in him feels like a lie now.

You can feel the fire start to rise in your blood. You wore the same house colors.

"I—It was from the start, but then—"

“We’re done.” A blade slipped between the ribs.

You stand, your eyes focused on anything but him. You don’t look at the people beginning to notice, don’t care about the whispers. Your chest is hollow and screaming, but your face doesn’t show it. You walk the grounds like your heart isn’t shattering with every step.

You feel him behind you, his frantic footsteps, his form clinging to your shadow. You feel the stares, the weight of every eye on you.

"Can we please talk?" he pleads, his hand wraps around your wrist.

You turn your head and slap his face so hard it echoes. He doesn’t even get to process it before your foot collides with his, a sharp kick that throws him off balance. Pain, humiliation — all of it written across his face now for everyone to see.

“I said we’re done.” Your voice cracks but not out of weakness. It cracks from the sheer force of holding back everything you could’ve screamed. "You're evil."

He’s looking at you now like he’s the one broken. You turn, this time for good. Your body is trembling, anxiety crawling beneath your skin like a thousand needles, but your steps are steady. You're done.

Kai lounged on the stairway, tuning out the crude, drunken laughter of his housemates as they bragged about the girls they’d had the night before. Their voices blurred into nothing. His eyes scanned the grounds lazily, flashes of yellow, green, blue, red, the usual mess of students he barely cared to notice.

He saw you.

He saw you and remember how you cried that night.

He leaned forward without thinking, resting his chin on his hand, the world narrowing to just you. Everything else fell away against the blinding, face of yours. You moved with a kind of arrogance he recognized instantly: head high, steps sharp, like the world didn’t deserve you. The fire in your eyes. Typical of your house — spoiled, untouchable. He should’ve been bored.

He couldn’t look away. He couldn't stop hearing remembering your soft whimpers the night before.

A boy in red caught up to you, fumbling for your attention, desperate to be seen. Kai watched, as you turned to him with a look of pure disdain. The boy stammered something, like he was apologizing. You slapped him. Hard.

Kai’s mouth curved into a slow, wicked grin.

You didn’t stop there. You kicked the boy’s foot out from under him, angrily spat a few words he couldn’t catch, and walked off, not even glancing back. Kai’s eyes stayed locked on you, tracking every furious step you took across the grounds. You tried to hide it; the tremble in your hands, the way you blinked too fast but he caught it.

You're crying.

His chest tightened, something crawled under his skin. How much sweeter would it be if he were the one to do it? He could already picture it: your pride, your voice breaking, your pretty face crumpling; under his hands, under his mouth, under his name. Not for some sniveling boy, but for him.

Only him.

You didn’t even know his name. He stayed where he was, eyes following your broken form.

Kai had grown up as the only son of a pureblood family, where reputation bled deeper than blood, and control was not a suggestion but a rule etched into the spine of every morning. He was taught to be composed, restrained, untouchable — never too loud, never too soft. Smile, but not too often. Speak, but only when it matters. Feel, but never let it show.

He’d been raised that way.

His life was built on legacy. Emotions were weakness. Kindness was liability. He was not held, not comforted, not loved — only shaped.

They carved obedience into him like marble.

He watched his father hold entire rooms in silence with nothing but a stare. Watched him speak to people as if their existence was a favor, an inconvenience he barely tolerated and everyone listened. Everyone bowed. He learned early that power wasn’t just about magic.

He wore it well. Better than most.

He learned how to mimic empathy without feeling it. He learned how to laugh on cue, how to listen without caring, how to look someone in the eye while thinking of a thousand other things.

He drifted through life half-asleep, wearing the world like an ill-fitting coat. Friends, lovers, enemies; it was all noise. Meaningless. Predictable.

You were raw, undone, human. Everything he wasn’t. Everything he had been taught to crush.

What would it take to ruin you completely?

With every difiance in his body he stood up. He found himself taking step forward. Kai moved before he realized he was moving.

The sound of his housemates' laughter faded behind him, smothered under the pounding in his ears. He descended the steps with the same cold precision he was raised with, but something feral stirred beneath his ribs. His strides were steady, calculated, like a shadow stretching to meet its mark.

You were walking fast, too fast, your back stiff and your steps clipped. Anger clung to you like perfume, sharp and choking. He trailed you from a safe distance, ignoring the students who brushed past, oblivious. All he saw was the set of your shoulders, the shake in your hands. He could practically taste the heat radiating off you.

You turned a corner. So did he.

You passed the greenhouses, cut through the arch, your pace stuttering as if your own breath was betraying you. You didn’t notice him. Or maybe you did. Maybe you felt it — that feeling like you're being watched, hunted. The air changed around you.

Kai waited until you slowed near the old stone path that led toward the empty wing of the castle. Then he spoke.

His voice didn’t waver. “Why did you hit him?”

You stopped walking.He watched your back rise with a breath, then you turned.

Your eyes met. For the first time.

Up close, you looked even more dangerous. Even more breakable. Fire and ruin, cloaked in pride. Your lips were trembling, but your jaw was clenched. He took a slow step closer, tilting his head slightly, studying your face like it was a spell he hadn’t learned yet. Something unreadable flickered in your eyes — recognition? fear? anger?

He spoke again. “Is he the one who made you cry?”

Your fingers curled at your sides. You narrowed your eyes, not answering, as if silence could keep you safe.

Kai smiled, cruel. “You're not very good at hiding it.”

“I heard you last night,” he said, voice so calm it almost sounded kind. “In the hallway. You were crying.”

Your expression twisted. “Were you spying on me?”

“Observing,” he corrected, as if it mattered. “You’re... difficult to ignore.”

You scowled and turned to walk away, but this time he moved,faster than you expected, cutting into your path. “Your name,” he said. “Tell me.”

You stared at him like he was insane. Like something in him wasn't right and you were right. Something wasn't right. “What, so you can tell your little pureblood friends? Have a laugh?”

“So I'll know what to call you.”

Your breath hitched. He didn’t smile this time. His eyes dropped to your mouth, then back to your eyes. He could see it, the flicker of panic behind your bravado, the instinct to run, the ache in your throat from holding everything in. And yet, you didn’t move. You stayed rooted.

Still burning. Still human.

Still too much for someone like him.

“You're insane,” you said.

“I've been told.” Kai murmured. The wind caught your hair, brushing it across your cheek. His fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach out and touch it, feel if it was as soft as it looked, feel if you would flinch. “Tell me your name,” he said again.

You stared at him for a long time. Seconds stretched like hours. A war in your eyes, as you spoke your name. Maybe if you gave him your name, he would leave you alone.

“Wasn’t hard,” he said softly, almost mockingly. “Was it?”

He stared at you for a second longer, and when you didnt answer him he turned and walked away; no grand gestures, no parting words. A slow retreat, like he’d taken exactly what he came for. You stayed frozen in place, blinking hard, as if shaking off some invisible fog. The anger you felt with Jay minutes ago completely erased in your mind.

You told yourself he was just another entitled, pureblood brat playing mind games. But somehow… you knew he wasn’t done with you.

It was a surprise that you didn't cry a tear when you returned to your dorms that night.

The sun filtered through the high windows in thin, silver lines, catching on the dust that hovered in the still morning air. Breakfast chatter filled the Great Hall.

You walked in alone. As usual.

Your boots echoed softly against the stone as you passed through the threshold, robes hanging heavy off one shoulder, the collar of your uniform just slightly wrinkled. Your hair was pulled back, but loose strands clung to your cheeks from where you’d barely bothered to dry it. There were shadows under your eyes. A bruise of exhaustion, of restraint.

People noticed. They always did.

You could feel it, the way heads tilted toward each other when they thought you weren’t looking, how eyes followed you just long enough to make your skin crawl. It wasn’t new.

That’s her, they’d whisper. Muggleborn. Dangerous. Did you hear what she did to that Golden boy? How dare she?

You could’ve explained. You could’ve said he tricked you. Said he turned you into a bet, but you’d learned a long time ago, they never really wanted your side of the story.

You crossed the room, spine straight, steps controlled, passing the long tables like you didn’t notice the silence blooming around you like mold. You sat at the edge of your table. Your plate filled with food, untouched by your hand. A flick of your fingers beneath the table, no wand. No words.

A few first-years flinched.

Your fingers hovered over the rim of your goblet, then curled back. You weren’t hungry. You hadn’t slept much. A voice still rang in your head like a spell that hadn’t worn off.

“So I'll know what to call you.”

Kai sat three tables over, surrounded by his housemates; all perfectly-groomed pureblood sons and daughters of old families, boys with bloodlines like poisoned roots. He wasn’t speaking. He rarely did, but his gaze was fixed on you like a blade laid flat across your skin. He didn’t look smug. He didn’t smirk. He just watched. As if you were something worth waiting for.

You held his gaze. Steadily.

He didn’t look away. The last time you locked eyes with someone like that, they ended up on the floor, clutching their ribs, coughing blood, but Kai didn’t flinch.

He simply raised a single brow, like he was inviting you to do it. Daring you. Testing the temperature of your fury. You clenched your jaw and shoved your chair back, the scrape echoing louder than it should’ve.

Screw the eggs. Screw the toast. Screw this whole bloody castle and the way it always stank of legacy and rot.

And just as you stood, “Filthy little freak. Thinks she’s special.”

Your fingers twitched. You didn’t need a wand. The goblet in front of the boy crushed. Water soaked his robes. Gasps echoed. You didn’t look back. You kept walking.

You weren’t afraid of what you could do. You were afraid of how easy it was now.

The doors slammed behind you as you left the Great Hall, but you didn’t get far. You’d barely made it into the courtyard, “Well, if it isn’t our little wandless wonder.” The steps behind you were deliberate. Stiletto-sharp. The sound of privilege. You turned around.

Chae-won stood there, arms folded, robes pristine, her platinum hair twisted in a perfect knot that screamed power. Her prefect badge gleamed on her chest like it mattered. And behind her, always behind her. trailed two other girls.

“Chae-won,” you said flatly.

Her smile was razor-thin. “Did you think we wouldn’t hear? Poor Jay.”

“What?”

“You slapped him. Humiliated him. In front of everyone,” she hissed. “He was apologizing, you freak.”

“You know nothing.”

Chae-won’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, please. He did something, or what? That gives you the right to act like some dark creature in the middle of the grounds?”

You didn’t flinch. “I said you know nothing.”

Chae-won blinked, her voice lowered to something crueler. “So? Do we care about a mudblood like you?”

You looked at her. Really looked. And wondered how many people had handed her the world and called it earned. You remember the first year you were friends, the first year she knew all of you, and the once smile on your face whenever you see her. It all became a blur when people looked at you as a misfit.

Your hands twitched again.

“You planning to explode something else?” Chae-won taunted. “Go on. Show us what you can do. Everyone’s already terrified. Might as well give them a real show.”

You stepped forward. “You want to know the difference between you and me?” Chae-won raised a brow.

“I have power. You just have a last name.”

Her jaw tightened, but before she could respond, before she could reach for her wand or hurl another insult, a voice broke through from behind: “Chae-won.” She froze.

Kai stood a few feet away, arms crossed, eyes locked not on her but on you.

“I’d stop if I were you,” he said, calm, lazy, terrifying.

Chae-won blinked like she hadn’t heard him right. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not repeating myself,” His shoulder brushed yours, intentional as he passed and stood between you and her. Not defending you, but as if staking a claim.

Chae-won’s face burned. “This has nothing to do with you, Kai.”

“It does.”

She stood there for a second, jaw clenched, then scoffed. “Figures. Your house never know where to keep your standards.” Then with one last look at you, all venom and fury, she turned and stormed off, her little shadows flurrying after her.

You looked at Kai. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He didn’t look at you. “I didn’t do it for you.” And yet, he was still standing there. Still between you and the world.

You hated how you lived your years.

You hated the way your life had built itself around survival; around silence, around swallowing things that no one else ever seemed to choke on. You hated that you were born like this, like a wrong answer in a question nobody asked.

You hated that once, long ago, you’d called Chae-won your friend. That you’d laughed with her, studied with her, braided her hair in the dormitory mirror. You hated that she knew all the parts of you worth breaking and now she used them like blades.

You hated that even now being Muggleborn wasn’t enough. Wasn’t already a mark on your back. No, you had to be different, too. You had to wield wandless, wordless magic, the kind they couldn’t control, couldn’t track, couldn’t replicate and that made them stare, like you were unnatural.

You hated that, out of all the people in this castle, the one who wouldn’t look away was him.

Kai. A stranger. A Slytherin. A boy born with a silver knife in his mouth, and the gall to look at you like he saw past your fury, like he saw you about to break.

You walked away; fast, sharp steps that echoed off the stone corridor — hoping he wouldn’t follow.

He did.

You didn’t stop him. You hated that, too.

You didn’t speak, didn’t glance back, you kept walking until the hallway emptied behind you. Until there were no portraits, no prefects, no Chae-won, no whispering mouths. A stone and silence and the feeling of someone watching you like a match watches a flame.

When you reached the end of the corridor, where the light didn’t quite reach and the air felt still and forgotten, you stopped. Your shoulders rose once, then fell. The first sob cracked out of your chest so violently it startled even you.

You tried to cover it, your hand flying up to your mouth, like that would make it less pathetic, but it didn’t matter. You were already shaking, already crying, already too human to stop it now.

Behind you, he didn’t say anything.

You sank down against the wall slowly, like your legs had given out — not from fear, not from pain but from carrying it all too long. The silence between you pulsed, thick and unkind, and still he stayed. No comfort. No lies.

“I didn’t want it to be like this,” you whispered, not even knowing if you meant your life, or this day, or this moment. Maybe all of it. You could feel his eyes on you. You could feel the way he was listening.

“What do you want from me?” you asked, voice raw.

You wiped your cheek with the back of your hand, angry at yourself for crying like this in front of him of all people. Your lips trembled, and your vision blurred, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

And Kai just sat there.

Watching. Unmoving. Unbothered.

Or so you thought.

Kai exhaled slowly, like a man tired of waiting, because watching you; ruined, furious, crying and still managing to burn like a goddamn wildfire — it made something unravel inside him. Something unholy. Something that clawed its way up from beneath all the manners and legacy and careful obedience.

You, with your defiance. You, with your trembling hands and splintering voice. You, who didn’t even look his way.

You felt too much. You burned too brightly. You cracked in places he didn’t understand. You cried like it meant something. You fought like the world still owed you something soft.

A single, smooth motion and before you could ask what he was doing, before you could read the shift in his expression, he was standing over you. Looking down at you like you were a problem he couldn’t solve, like you were noise in his carefully constructed world of silence.

His jaw twitched. “I don’t like messy things,”

You opened your mouth, to apologize, to yell, to tell him to leave but your voice didn’t come.

Instead, he crouched down. Slowly. His hand reached out, not toward your face, but beside it, bracing against the wall near your shoulder, boxing you in. His other hand hovered near your chin, pausing midair. A breath. A hesitation. Something nearly human.

He kissed you.

Your fingers curled in the fabric of your robes. Your chest ached from the sobs you hadn’t finished, from the weight of the day, from the way his mouth pressed against yours like it was the only language he knew.

It wasn’t sweet. It was hungry.

He tasted like someone who hadn’t felt anything in years and hated that you made him want to. His hand moved to your jaw, holding it, not harsh but unrelenting.

His breath was unsteady when he pulled back. So was yours.

Your tear-slick lashes fluttered as you stared at him, chest rising and falling with everything you hadn’t said, everything you didn’t understand.

Kai didn’t blink. You didn't too.

You weren’t sure who looked more shaken.

“Stop crying,” he said. “It ruins your face.”

It was past curfew when the door creaked open.

A soft, deliberate sound, barely loud enough to disturb the quiet hum of sleeping breaths in the girls' dorm. The enchanted lanterns were low, casting dull golden shadows across the hardwood floor.

You were curled on your side, blanket kicked off, facing the wall like it might protect you from the dreams that had been growing more vivid lately — filled with brown eyes, the weight of a stare, the press of a mouth that never should have touched yours.

It has been a week since he kissed you, and all he did now was consume you.

You heard a slow footstep across the floorboards that didn’t belong. You sat up in an instant. Your hand instinctively curled, breath caught in your throat.

It was him.

Kai stood there leaning just inside the doorway like he owned the place. His eyes flicked over the room, over the slumbering forms of your roommates, and then back to you.

You were too stunned to speak. He shut the door behind him with a careful click.

“You can’t be here,” you whispered.

“Then tell me to leave.” He said it like he already knew you wouldn’t.

He didn’t move toward you. “I won’t skulk around and pretend I don’t know what I want.”

You swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how your heart was hammering. Of the ache in your hands from clenching them too tight under the blanket. Of the way you hadn’t breathed properly in hours.

His voice lowered. “I wanted to see you.”

You looked at him then. Really looked. His hair was messy from wind or sleep, his collar half-open. His expression, unreadable as ever, but void of any smug.

His look scared you more than any smirk ever had.

You were walking to your next class, trying to keep your head down, your thoughts together, your breathing even.

Kai walked beside you. Beside you. Shoulder to shoulder, step for step, like he belonged there and he wasn’t hiding it, either. He was adamant in the way he moved.

You rounded the corner and saw them.

Jay was seated on the ledge just outside the main stairwell, one arm slung lazily around Chae-won’s waist as she perched in his lap. They looked like a painting, like every pureblood fantasy the school worshiped. Perfect posture, perfect hair, perfect detachment. Chae-won was smiling; a perfect, cold little curve of her mouth that never quite reached her eyes while Jay just stared.

He saw you before you saw him. His gaze locked with yours, cold and pointed, like you’d wronged him. As if he were the victim. Chae-won didn’t even glance your way, but she leaned in just enough to whisper something in his ear, and though he didn’t smile, something in his jaw flexed. His hand tightened on her hip and suddenly, you couldn’t breathe.

Your vision went blurry. Your throat tightened. The corridor felt too bright, too narrow, the sounds too loud, too far away. Your breath stuttered; shallow, clipped, your heart racing like you’d been running.

Kai's gaze move from your face to your hands, where they clenched and twitched at your sides. You tried to blink it all away, tried to keep walking like nothing was happening, but your body had betrayed you.

“Has this happened before?” His voice came low.

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Your limbs felt heavy and useless, and the corridor seemed to stretch further with every step. You were floating and falling all at once. You barely noticed when his hand reached for you, until you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist — not tightly, not to restrain, but to feel.

He pressed his thumb lightly over the spot just above your pulse. He didn’t need words to know. The panic was there, thundering under your skin, alive and frantic and loud enough to silence everything else. His brow furrowed. “You’re panicking.”

The words landed heavy, simple and precise. You flinched like he’d struck a nerve, tried to pull your arm back, but he didn’t let go.

“You don’t get to worry about me,” you snapped, voice sharp and broken at the edges, as if saying it out loud could make it true.

Kai tilted his head, expression unreadable. He didn’t react to your words. He didn’t need to. He just looked at you like you were the one thing in this corridor that mattered. And then he said, calm and quiet, “Continue walking with me.”

It wasn’t a plea. It wasn’t even a request and you hated that your legs obeyed before your mind could fight it. Hated that some fragile part of you wanted to keep walking, if only he stayed beside you.

You closed your eyes for half a second, just enough for the tears to sting. You wouldn’t let them fall, not here, not with them still behind you but your chest ached, and the shame pressed hot against your throat.

His hand found yours again.

His fingers slipped through yours like it was instinct, and then he held on careful, steady, like he was holding something breakable. You kept walking. One step after the other.

He walked with you ike the entire castle wasn’t watching, but even if they were, he didn’t let go.

“So, you’re Kai’s girlfriend?”

You looked up from the ancient, half-crumbling book in your hand and blinked at the girl now standing beside you in the dim library aisle. She was dressed in green and silver and wore the kind of smile that had probably gotten her everything she ever wanted.

“Pretty,” she added, tilting her head slightly, eyes raking over you not with curiosity.

“I’m not,” you replied evenly, turning back to the shelf, hoping she’d take the hint but her presence didn’t waver. You could feel her shadow shift with yours. She followed as you stepped further down the aisle, her footsteps light but intentional.

“I’m Yunjin, by the way,” she said. Her voice had that lilting quality warm, but not soft. “I always see him around you. I mean, everyone’s noticed. It’s kind of hard to miss, the whole... obsession he has with you.”

Your fingers paused mid-reach. Obsession?

“And I guess,” she continued casually, “that must be the reason he stopped seeing me.”

“…What?” The word left your mouth before you could hold it in, too stunned to coat it in disinterest.

“Oh, don’t worry.” She gave a light, musical laugh. “It wasn’t serious. Kai doesn’t do serious. He’s unwell. Emotionally, I mean. Brilliant, but broken. The type of boy you keep behind glass until he cuts you with it.” She said it like she knew. Like she’d bled.

You stared at her. Her smile didn’t falter. If anything, it widened. “But I do see something different now,” she added, “He looks at you… differently.”

You expected cruelty to follow. A sharp comment tucked behind a smile. A passive-aggressive jab meant to draw blood beneath the surface because that’s how it usually came, wasn’t it? From the people who knew how to dress poison up in perfume.

You thought of Chae-won. A girl from your own house. People from your own house who doesn't even dare to smile at you. It was strange, wasn’t it? That someone from your own house had been so much crueler than the students from the house everyone warned you about.

So much crueller than Kai. Than Yunjin.

“Why are you being kind to me?” you asked, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Yunjin tilted her head like she was trying to decide whether to laugh again. Then, with a small shrug, she said, “What?”

You held her gaze, unflinching.

She exhaled through her nose, almost amused. “Oh. Yeah.” There was a flicker of something beneath her expression then something real. “I’m ambitious,” she said. “And if being ambitious makes me a bad person… then I guess I’m a Slytherin.”

You were sitting in your bed, knees tucked loosely to your chest, the blankets crumpled around you like a forgotten thought. The castle was quieter than usual. Music pulsed faintly from somewhere down the hall. There was a party for your batch tonight; a celebration, one you were meant to attend, smile through, pretend for.

Instead, you were here. Alone.

You were counting the minutes.

The door opened without urgency, a soft sound not trying to sneak, not trying to impress. You didn’t turn your head. You didn’t need to. You already knew who it was.

Kai stood in the doorway like the rest of the room didn’t matter. His eyes swept across the space, landed on you, on your still form in the sheets, on the way your gaze had already been waiting for him.

“You knew I would come,” he said.

“Yes,”

He strode toward you with his usual measured grace, never rushed, never nervous and you moved slightly on the bed. “You never told me anything about you,” you said, and your voice didn’t accuse, “You’re always around. You help me. You... show up but you never talk.”

Kai looked at you, and there was something different in his eyes tonight. “What do you want to know?” he asked.

You didn’t blink. “You.”

There was a long pause.

Long enough that you thought he wouldn’t answer. Long enough to feel the ache of expectation rise in your chest, but then Kai huffed, soft through his nose, and there was a shape to it that almost — almost — sounded like a laugh. Not the full thing, but the ghost of it.

You wondered, not for the first time, what he sounded like when he really laughed.

Your eyes flicked to the empty space beside you, and you shifted further inward on the bed, a small movement, but clear.

He caught it.

He sat on the edge of your bed, hands resting on his thighs, the weight of him sinking into the mattress beside you. His posture was still too careful, still too contained, but he was there.

“I don’t talk about myself,” he said suddenly.

You didn’t answer. You knew better than to fill silence that didn’t ask to be filled. Kai exhaled softly, the sound shallow. Measured. Then he looked up, his eyes distant but focused on you, like he was reading from a page only he could see. “I was raised to be an heir. Not a person.”

You didn’t flinch. He noticed that. It made him keep going.

“My father were strict. He didn’t believe in wasting time on things like comfort, or affection. If I cried, he said it was noise. If I asked questions, he told me to read faster. If I smiled too easily, he asked if I was bored, or foolish.” He paused. Not for effect. To breathe.

“He had this saying. You were not born to be loved. You were born to lead. And I repeated it to myself every morning. For years. Until it didn’t sound like cruelty anymore.” he shakes his head, “When I was five, I learned how to duel with a real wand. When I was seven, he started leaving me alone in the manor for days. Said it would teach me independence. I didn’t speak to anyone for weeks.”

His voice didn’t shake. Not once. He didn’t sound angry. He didn’t even sound sad. He sounded like someone explaining the weather. Like grief was just another season he’d already lived through.

“I don’t know how to talk about feelings,” he admitted. “I know how to talk around them. How to look someone in the eye and not let them touch a single part of me.”

He looked at you again. “But then I saw you.” The words weren’t loud. They weren’t dramatic. “I didn’t mean to care. I don’t know how to. But I do. I hear your voice in my head even when I try to ignore it. I look for you when you’re not around.”

“And when you’re upset, I want to fix it.” His hands unclasped slowly, then gripped the edge of the bed. “I want to fix it because it’s you.”

You moved closer. He didn’t stop you. He just looked at you like you were the first warmth in a life made of glass and granite and rules. “I hate how much I feel now,” he admitted. “But I don’t want to go back.”

His words made you reach out the back of his neck and pull him to you. You hugged him and you let out a shaky breath. "I'm here. I'm here Kai."

Two strong arms snaked around your waist as soon as you said those words, and Kai's lips were against your nape. He left trails of kisses on your neck up to the back of your ears, his body pressed on yours. "Good."

He presses a few more soft kisses to the back of your head, then his voice drops to a whisper against your ear. “Can I touch you?” Your breath hitches, but you nod. His hand slips beneath your shirt, fingers brushing lightly across your stomach. “Can I touch you here?” he asks, voice gentle.

You nod again, barely able to get the word out. “Yeah.”

His hand travels higher, fingertips gliding up until they meet the bare curve of your chest. He pauses, just long enough to make your heart race. His lips are at your neck now, breath hot. “Here too?”

When he feels you nod, his hand moves with more purpose, fingertips gliding over the curve of your breast. He cups you fully, palm warm, thumb brushing the softness, squeezing just enough to make you arch subtly into his touch. He teases, exploring everywhere except where you need him most, drawing out the ache with every careful touch. When his fingers finally graze your nipple, a quiet moan slips from your lips before you can stop it. He pauses, his breath brushing against your neck. “You can tell me to stop anytime.”

Then he pulls his hand away from under your shirt, and the sudden absence makes you whine, your body instinctively chasing after his warmth. Before you can speak, he cups your face gently, tilting your head until your eyes meet. It’s dark but he's close, so close — you can make out the shape of his face, the softness in his gaze.

He leans in, brushing a featherlight kiss over your lips. Then another. You smile softly, breath mingling, and when your lips part, he takes it as invitation. This time the kiss is deep — hungry. His mouth moves against yours with desperation, like he’s been craving your taste for far too long. His hand finds your waist, tugging you closer, bodies aligning in all the right ways as the heat between you builds.

“I want you,” you whisper, voice barely there, lost in the way his lips trail along your neck, warm and wet. “Please.”

He pauses just enough to meet your gaze, then his hand slips between your thighs, cupping you through the fabric. The pressure makes your hips jerk, breath hitching.

“Here?” he murmurs, rubbing slow, teasing circles. “You want me here?”

It’s too much, and not enough. Heat pools low in your belly, a need that feels raw and overwhelming. You nod, biting your lip, your voice trembling. “Yes. There. Please.”

He groans, low and deep, and that’s when clothes start disappearing—slowly, messily. Every layer peeled off is interrupted by his mouth; on your lips, your jaw, your collarbones. His hands, greedy and gentle all at once, explore you like he’s memorizing every inch. The room is filled with nothing but breath, the soft rustle of fabric, the occasional hitch of a moan.

When he finally sinks lower, eyes locked on yours as his lips trace a burning path down your body, you don’t stop him.

“Kai…” You moaned as you clenched your fist on his dark locks. His tongue was doing to your buds as his fingers part your wet folds. You don't know what it is, but it makes your legs quivered as his tongue lapped at your entrance.

Kai grunts as he hears your soft moans, sucking on your clit to hear more. Your taste in his mouth got him drunk as he shook his head from side to side, making your moans go higher as you moved your hips to grind your wetness on his tongue. "Hmm?"

He pulled back, replacing his tongue with his thumb, rubbing her wet clit as he kissed and sucked your inner thighs. Your eyes rolled back as your chest rose up and down, glistening with sweat.

You're fucking beautiful. Kai thought as he looked up at you with hooded eyes. The sight of your blushing cheeks, eyes asking for more with your lips between your teeth made Kai slightly rut his hips on the bed.

"Do you know how long have I imagined this?" He pumped a finger inside your pussy, curling it to hit your spot as he put his mouth back to work again, flattening his tongue over your swollen pearl before flicking it with the tip. You cried out in pleasure, throwing your head back.

“I couldn't help myself but think of you.” He begged as he doubled the finger inside your soaking cunt, making you cry out in pleasure as your hands grabbed the pillow under your head.

“I can't resist having all of you.” He kissed your clit, making you whimper at the brief contact. He took off his shirt and pants before pulling you by your arm, sitting you on his lap as he took off your blouse and bra. He kissed around your nipple before taking it into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you.

He moved your position to grind on his bulge, letting out quiet moans as he desperately kissed you. He stopped your hips as he moved to your other nipple, lightly biting it while staring at your glossy eyes, making your breath hitch. He hummed as he sucked the pebbled flesh into his mouth, nibbling on it. He laid your back down, admiring your body as you panted. Your eyes are glistening, and so is your cunt. He groaned at the sight, pushing his hair back and taking his erected cock out of its confinement. He pumped it a few times before you sat up and took it into your hand.

“Let me make you feel good.” Kai stopped your hand, giving a kiss on your forehead. “Fuck.” He murmured as he moved to your lips, sucking on them, making you whimper as you laid back down again.

“Kai, please…” You cried when Kai started to rub his shaft on your slit. Every time his head hits your bud, you let out a whimper, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide as you look up at him.

Kai took his time, grunting before pushing the tip inside. You gasped, grabbing the sheets under, feeling the pain as his length invade you. Your walls fluttered around his cock, making him let out low growls. You felt tears in your eyes as you watched half of his length disappear inside you. Kai took your hand, intertwining your fingers. He kissed your tears.

“Am I hurting you?” Kai shushed when you hissed, feeling a hint of pain as he filled you. His other hand began rubbing circles on your clit to ease the burn from the stretch.

"No,"

Kai kissed your hand when he was entirely in, giving you time to adjust. You look gorgeous underneath him. Legs wide open,mouth slightly parted, and body glistening under the dim lights of his room.

Kai started moving slowly when you nod your head, until your whimpers turned into moans. His name echoed in whispers, as you clawed on the skin of his back, leaving red marks. He was cradling your head, and his lips pressed on your ear. He was whispering the sweetest things to you.

“The things you do to me,” Kai whispers, kissing your ear lobes. "I can't even look at anyone else now."

“Yes, yes, Kai, please…” You begged as his hips started to thrust harder into you.

“Fuck.” He groaned, feeling your walls clench around him. He could tell that you were both close. Your walls spasmed around him, and his thrust started to stutter.

“Look at me.” He stared into your eyes, feeling your orgasm take over your body. His mouth reaches for your sweet lips, your toes curling as your legs wrap around his waist. Kai thrustied into you a few more times before pulling out to spill his thick load on your thighs.

It was slow, and it was soft, the way he helped you clean up. No magic. Just his hands and yours, sleeves rolled up, fingers brushing as you folded the same blanket twice just to have an excuse to linger near each other. The silence between you wasn’t heavy. It wasn’t awkward. It was full.

Your scent clung to the air; a little floral, a little tangy, something warm and alive, like late spring clinging to skin. It was in the sheets, in the corners of the room, in him. He’d never been the type to notice things like that, but here he was, trying to memorize how the air felt with you in it.

You were fussing with the pillows now, distracted, focused on symmetry but he was just watching you.

“I’m going to work every day,” His voice was low, almost rough with restraint. “I’ll work every fucking day, just to follow you.”

You feel your eyes burn.

“I’ll learn how to move the way you do. I’ll learn how to speak the way you understand. I’ll change the way I live if that’s what it takes. Every single day, I’ll do it, just to fit you.”

“Why?” you asked, voice almost a whisper. “Why would you change for me?”

Kai’s eyes found yours. “Because you made me want to,”

It's the truest thing he’d ever said in his life.

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─── 𝑳𝑫𝑹 (𝑳𝑜𝑣𝑒,𝑫𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑹𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑡𝑠)

˚.❀𝑷𝐴𝐼𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐺 ─── Robot!Sunghoon x Reader

˚.❀𝑺𝑌𝑁𝑂𝑃𝑆𝐼𝑆 ─── Men sucked, Real men sucked ── they don't know shit and only think about themselves. And as if the gods had heard you , you've found a website that sounded ridiculous enough not to click ── you just had to check it out. Build your own boyfriend ; they really meant it when they said that. So , for the fun of it ; you've built your own boyfriend and ordered him. What you didn't expect was for your Robotic 'Boyfriend' to gain self awareness and for you to fall for him.

˚.❀𝑮𝐸𝑁𝑅𝐸/𝐶𝑊 ─── nsfw (mdni) , futuristic!Au, romance , robotic sex, cussing , Sunghoon gets self-aware, alien stage characters mentioned (ifykyk), fingering, masturbation with another person watching, nipple stimulation, mention of sex toys , a bit of angst if you squint ˚.❀𝑾𝑂𝑅𝐷 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝑁𝑇 ─── 9.3k ˚.❀𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐸 ─── i hope this doesn't flop </3 this ended up being longer than intended. Special thanks to @jaylaxies and @taetebebe for encouraging me to continue !

                              𝒄ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡ᵎᵎ (˶˃⤙˂˶)

Prologue : Real men suck.

You were sick of it , another date that you thought was going to be the one date you'd come back home from happily went down the drain. Men just sucked , they absolutely fucking sucked and didn't care about anyone other than themselves. Talk about fragile masculinity.

You weren't lucky in the love and relationship field ── somehow , you've always managed to attract complete pricks or one of those 'nice' guys who were absolute psychopaths and crash out professionals. So , you've had peaceful years of staying single , sure maybe a hookup once in a while but nothing that lasted for a long time ── you were simply living life. But that didn't mean that you wanted it to stay like that , otherwise you wouldn't have collected every ounce of courage in your body to go on a date once in a while with the hopes of getting into a relationship ── you just never found the right one. Maybe your standards were too high , a lot of the guys you had gone on a date with would throw that sentence at your head at the end of it just because you don't want to sleep with them on the first date. It was ridiculous.

"He almost threw a damn temper tantrum just because I stepped away when he tried to kiss me. Like damn , my bad for wanting to keep it demure ── I didn't even want to kiss him! I don't get how he'd want to kiss me when his lips were still covered in tomato sauce", your face cringing as you recalled the date , lips closing around the straw of your drink as you slurped on it , watching the way your friend's face also scrunched up in disgust. "Ew.... couldn't he at least wipe his mouth, maybe then he could've gotten a kiss from you", you quickly shook your head while humming "no" , your eyes widening out of disbelief. "Nu uh! I would never in my life kiss him! He made me pay the damn bill because he 'forgot' his wallet! Yunjin, he ordered the most expensive meals off the menu and didn't even eat all of it!", you couldn't help but scoff a little , this was the last time you'd accept paying the whole bill ── it's either half half or nothing.

"Ho, did you go on a date with a child?", Yunjin chuckled , sipping on her own drink while you were scrolling on your phone. Suddenly , you saw something that made you stop scrolling. A pop ad showed up. BYOB : Build your own boyfriend ── ...? What a strange website. Build your own boyfriend? That sounded like a dream but it also sounded way too ridiculous to be true ── so you clicked on it , not even thinking about it being a scam or a virus.

But it was legit , there it was. There were a variety of things you could do such as customize the face , body build and with body build they meant everything , skin tones, eye color , change the hairstyle ── it was like playing the sims , just cooler? "Girl , oh my god ── check this out", Yunjin's head snapped up upon your call out to her , getting startled by your phone right in front of her face before her eyes squinted slightly. "Dude, you seriously need to turn the brightness of your phone up", Yunjin huffed as she took your phone , adjusting the brightness of it before looking at the website you had opened ── her eyebrows furrowed a little before she gave you a look.

"Build your own boyfriend? This has to be a scam", Yunjin shook her head , reaching over the table to hand you your phone back. "I don't know , it could be ... but you can't know that unless you try it out? I just looked at some of the reviews and they look pretty legit , all the customers reviewed pictures with their 'boyfriends'. Now.... what if I just...", Yunjin put her hands up as a surrender as you trailed off. "You do you , girl. But don't come crying to me if you get scammed! But really? A robotic boyfriend? Don't you want to give real men another chance?", you sighed.

"No , real men suck. With this , I can program him myself and have the man I want and deserve. Besides , this is just for the fun of it", you replied back , taking a screenshot of the website so you could look further into it back at home ── you had a 'date' with your close friend after all and there was lots of shopping to do!

Chapter 1 : I guess I have a boyfriend now ?

You didn't know if you were insane for it or not ── did you really care? No , but your bank account was certainly screaming out of pure agony from the amount of money you had spent. Listen , if it's gonna be legit then you'd at least want the robot boyfriend to actually be like how you wanted him to be ── if it's a scam , as embarrassing as that would be , you'd call the police, simple as that.

Despite how unhinged you felt about actually building your own boyfriend , you couldn't help but feel anticipation and maybe even excitement. According to the website , you'll barely remember that it's a robot from how real it'll feel ── from the behavior down to the skin texture and the way it'll talk , the website gave 100% guarantee that it'll feel and act like an actual Human. Well , you'll see whether or not that's true ── or if it will arrive at all.

The only thing you had to do was program his behavior and personality ── you only programmed the personality , you didn't really care about the behavior unless it was like really really icky stuff , you could simply change the program then. Talking about the program , the usb stick you had moved the program on was close to slipping out from between your fingers with the way you have been fiddling with it ── the bottom of your feet gently padding against your wooden flooring as you paced back and forth.

Your 'Boyfriend' was supposed to arrive today fully built together ── all you had to do was stick the usb stick into the port and download the program you have coded and dress him since he'll arrive naked. You even took the day off of work just to receive the package ── it would be embarrassing for you if one of your neighbors received it for you. But then again , you live in the future , a lot of people had their own robots ── just not a robotic lover ... unless they were freaks , guess you were a freak as well then. You prayed that your neighbors wouldn't see it , because from an outsider's perspective : they'd think you ordered a robotic boyfriend because you just were so so lonely ── you were in fact lonely yes , but that wasn't the reason you had ordered it , it was just out of pure curiosity and fun.

You just hoped that the robot would look just the way you had customized it ── honestly, the options they've offered were overwhelming and you had spent at least 3 hours customizing the robot. The options were insane , what do you mean you could even customize the genitals?? The doorbell rang , putting your train of thoughts to a stop and you almost ran to the door to open it.

"Hi , I have a huge package for you ,Miss ,from company B── Yes! Yes I know , haha! Thank you!", you screeched as the delivery guy was close to saying the company's name out loud , a forced bright smile on your face as you spotted one of your neighbors outside before grabbing the stacking cart your package was on. You didn't even give the delivery guy a second to breathe as you placed the package into your apartment on your own before you practically shoved the stacking cart back into the delivery guy's chest and slammed your door shut. That was totally not suspicious, yeah , absolutely.

You let out a heavy sigh , your fingers running through your hair as you made your way to the living room where you placed the Package to lay on the floor. Jesus, that package was fucking huge . Your hands rested on your hips as you hit the pregnant lady stance , your eyes studying the package ── how in the world were you going to open that ?

Well , it was now or never ── you thought as you grabbed a utility knife and cut through the layers of tape that were wrapped around the package to keep it protected. Your heart was starting to pound against your chest as you slowly opened it , a quiet gasp leaving your lips as you discovered what was inside ── there , there it was : your very own Robot.

It was crazy how humane he looked. The pads of your fingers ran along the texture of the face , the synthetic skin really felt like real actual skin. The eyelashes, every single eyebrow hair , every pore on the synthetic skin ── you were impressed with the details. If you wouldn't have known that this was a robot , you'd think that it was an actual human who just looked way too good to be real.

"Alright so... I'll just have to dress him first and then start him..", you mumbled to yourself as your eyes glanced down and ── Jesus christ!? You only put 8 inches as a Joke , you didn't know they were really going to do that! Your wide eyes quickly looked away , feeling slightly awkward .God damn it (Y/n) , get a grip! It's a robot ── you thought to yourself as you took a deep breath and grabbed the clothes from the couch that you had placed there beforehand so you wouldn't need to look for them later. You dressed your Robot in something comfy and casual ── a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie , of course you also dressed him with a pair of boxer shorts underneath and a pair of socks on his feet.

Once fully dressed , you grabbed the USB stick and turned his head over so you could access the USB port and stuck it inside , your finger pressing the power on button on his chest which was funny enough... his left nipple. You couldn't help but pull a thin lipped face at that ── of course it was going to be a nipple , damn.

Suddenly, his eyes opened and looked directly at you , the sudden action making you jump back in surprise. The logo of the company glowed in his eyes before a small loading bar showed up , indicating that the program you've coded was downloading. Before you had a minute to breathe, another jump scare greeted you as he suddenly sat up and just... stared at you. "Uhm... Hi?", you awkwardly raised your hand and gave him a wave to which he only blinked again and copied what you did.

"Hello. My name is Park Sunghoon and from today on I'll be your personal robotic Boyfriend until I'm not needed anymore , destroyed , neglected or discarded ── until then, I'll be by your side (Y/n)", his voice was surprisingly smooth and not ... robotic at all ── that company really did a good job , especially with the design : just like how you customized him.

"Alright... thank you?", well ... your little funsies turned into something legit. How were you going to explain this to your one and only friend Yunjin?

Chapter 2 : To act like a Human

"Wow.... he doesn't look like a robot at all. I expected more static noises and less details.... more like a robot and not like a human. At least he can cook, technology really is a great thing", Yunjin studied Sunghoon from the couch , watching the way he was cooking for you and Yunjin ── he didn't need food after all, sure , he can eat it but it doesn't serve him the same purposes as for Humans. While food provides nutrition for living beings , the food he can or would consume gets turned into energy ── where does it go? Simple, the food gets pulverized inside his stomach.

"I know right... I kind of forget that he's a robot until he pulls up with the all the information's and news you would find on google. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea... he's more like a male housewife than a boyfriend. But he does... treat me good. He gives me foot rubs whenever i come back from work and runs me a bath without me having to ask", Yunjin just looked at you , blinking a couple times before she giggled. "No , yo didn't get a boyfriend. You got a whole damn house husband , man , I'm jealous", Yunjin sipped on her drink before smiling in glee as Sunghoon held out two plates of the meal he just cooked , your eyes looking up meet him dark brown ones. "Are you not going to eat as well?", you asked to which he shook his head.

"Don't be ridiculous, Food doesn't serve me any purpose. It would be a waste for me to eat it", Sunghoon replied back in that monotone voice of his to which you could only sigh. "You have to learn how to ... eat with us... with me ── it would make you appear more human-like", he tilted his head at your response, going through with the words you have said. More Human like? Was he too robotic for your taste? "You...want me to act ... like a human..?", he asked slowly , his eyes narrowing slightly , watching as you nodded your head. "Your wish is my command", with that , he left off to grab himself a plate ── maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to eat.. human food : it does get turned into energy after all for him and it would make him blend in easier. Sure , it wasn't new that robots like him existed ── but maybe you were embarrassed about it? I mean , not everyone wanted to be known as someone who 'dates' a robot.

His eyes glanced to look at you and Yunjin , his eyes quite literally scanning your vitals and your mood as your data bank showed up for him. You were happy and healthy , but he noticed something that made his eyes narrow slightly ── your exhaustion levels were high along with your stress levels. He should have known , not only was he able to see it but the whole week that passed since he arrived made him take note of how much of a workaholic you were .When he 'woke up', you were already gone for work. When you come back home , you'd quickly eat and go straight back to work on your computer. He gave himself a mental reminder to get up an hour earlier every single day so he could track when you'd wake up and record your morning routine. You were his human after all , he had to take care of you so that was mandatory ── that wasn't part of your program though , that was something that was built into his basic system.

"Oh wow... you didn't need to buy all the groceries. I was going to do that", your eyes were wide in surprise as you looked at the grocery bags on the dinner table , his back turned to you as he sorted the items that needed to be refrigerated into your fridge. "Isn't that what humans do?", Sunghoon asked back as he turned around to look at you , a pack of tomatoes in his hands. "I mean yeah... but how did you know..── I have recorded everything you've mumbled under your breath or couldn't find because you ran out of it", Sunghoon interrupted you which only made you raise a brow.

"But I didn't say anything about fresh ingredients... packs of instant noodles would have done the job", you replied back as you walked over to the table to help him but he stopped you , his hand heavy on your shoulder as he rested it there.

"Your diet is unhealthy. You can't get all the nutrition's and proteins you need by eating and drinking instant noodles , energy drinks and coffee every single day. As your boyfriend , I'll take care of you. You will eat two or three meals a day with snacks in between in a healthy moderation. You can still continue drinking your coffee and energy drinks , at least the food needs to be healthy. If you wish for me to not do that , I must disappoint you ── it's stated in your program that you want me to take care of you and to be someone you'll be able to rely on. Now , go into the bathroom. I have run a bath for you and placed freshly washed clothes on the sink counter for you to change in. After that , you will eat and relax a bit. I've recorded your routine and you don't use any free time to relax and destress ── humans are fragile , this will quickly end in a burn out. I have confiscated your laptop so you won't sneak around and try to work on it , you can do that after you've relaxed for at least an hour and ate something", you could only blink , a bit taken aback by the whole monologue he had held and he didn't even give you a second to even reply back , his hand turning you around and giving you a gentle push into the direction of the bathroom.

As much as you wanted to complain... you needed this ── for once in your life , you were actually able to breathe without the weight of the stress weighing down on your chest and making it difficult to breathe.

Chapter 3 : Handsome young Lad── That's your boyfriend ?!

You couldn't shake off that feeling that you had forgotten something at home ── something was missing , but you couldn't place your finger on what it was. Oh well, it wasn't important then ── you thought as you shrugged your shoulders.

The sound of your fingers tapping down on your keyboard joined the sounds of your coworkers' keyboards clicking . The office was quiet otherwise ── well , except for two of your female coworkers giggling and gossiping behind you. It was a nuisance on some days, the days where the office work was more stressful ── you just drowned it out like usual. But then , you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Turning around , you were met by the same coworkers standing behind you with smiles on their faces. "(Y/n), we're going to karaoke later, do you want to join us?", one of them offered with a smile on her face , feeling giddy about asking you. "Uhm... I don't know... Karaoke isn't really my thing, but thank you for asking", you replied back with a small smile , a look of disappointment flashing in their eyes. " You never really do something with us , it's a shame because we'd really like to be friends with you", the other one asked in a calm yet slightly disappointed tone but they respected your decision.

Come to think of it... you've never tried to do something with your coworkers to strengthen the bond ── company dinners didn't count. Maybe , maybe joining once wouldn't hurt , right? ── especially since you've always politely rejected their offers.

"You know what... I'll join today , but only this once. And I won't sing", their smiles grew back onto their faces and they high fived each other. "We'll take that!", they said in unison and you couldn't help but chuckle under your breath ── it was kind of cute seeing them get so excited over it. "Trust you'll have so much fun! Sua always starts crying in the middle of singing", Mizi said with a giggle , her giggles intensifying as Sua huffed and bumped her shoulder against Mizi's.

But her giggles died down when she saw someone come into the office ── it wasn't a coworker or anyone of the higher ups. A new face maybe? "Hey... I think we're getting a new coworker , a really handsome one at that", Mizi whispered as she nudged her head into the direction , making both you and Sua turn to look at the office entrance ── your jaw dropped.

His eyes locked with yours and he walked over to your desk with big strides. "Sungh── You forgot the lunchbox I made for you...", Sunghoon cut you off as he gently placed a bag on your desk, your back straightened out of the shrimp position you were sat in as your fingers opened the bag to look inside ── all while Mizi and Sua were staring at the scene as if they have discovered an alien.

"Wow Sunghoon... that's ... a lot..", you muttered as you took one of the lunchboxes out ── there were two in total and one thermos can that possibly had soup or coffee in it. "Of course , you skipped breakfast so I packed a lot", he replied back in a matter of fact tone that only made you huff under your breath. Mizi's and Sua's eyes were darting between the two of you back and forth.

"Oh yeah... I'll come back home a bit later than usual. I'm joining Mizi and Sua to the karaoke today", Sunghoon nodded his head , his eyes briefly looking at the mention women to secretly scan them ── he just wanted to see if they had ill intentions with you , you didn't need that stress : but they didn't. "Social interactions , that's good", Sunghoon nodded his head before glancing at his watch.

"Make sure to eat as much as you can , you don't need to finish it all. I'll be leaving now", you nodded your head and waved him off. Only a second passed since Sunghoon stepped a foot outside of the office before Mizi and Sua grabbed your shoulder. "Was that your boyfriend?!", they asked in both shock and joy ── he had to be your boyfriend! You didn't know what to say, you couldn't exactly say roommate since no roommate would do something like that ── and you couldn't tell them that he was your robotic 'boyfriend'. So , you just nodded your head.

"Wow ! You really got a good catch! Not only does he cook for you and bring the food you had forgotten, he's also really handsome!", Sua said in her soft voice , a bright smile on her face ── missing the way Mizi glanced at her in a strange way ,her eyes softening the longer she looked at Sua.

"So good men do exist , huh?", Mizi chuckled to which you could only awkwardly chuckle along ── oh you sweet summer child , if only she knew that he was a robot you had customized , they didn't need to know that though. The two of them went back to their work desks and started to do their tasks , the hours stretching as they seemed to pass slower and slower the closer it got to the end of your shift.

Maybe going to karaoke with the two of them really wasn't that bad ── a small smile on your face as you watched them sing their hearts out to emotional love songs , watching them giggle whenever they missed a word of the lyric or sang in the wrong key. You felt happy and maybe , maybe getting new friends wasn't so bad ── now you don't feel so alone at work anymore.

Chapter 4 : A Human's body and it's reaction

You didn't expect this.

You felt weird about it but at the same time , you didn't care.

Yes , maybe you were weird for it to others ── you already were weird for even ordering him.

But you lived in the future , it didn't matter ── a world that almost got completely ruled by robots : it didn't matter now if you kissed your robot or not. Especially not when he felt so human-like , his lips cold against yours ── the heat of your lips slowly warming his cold ones up.

It all started when he came to you , asking what kissing felt like and what it does with a person. Lately he's been asking you a lot of... strange questions , as if he was questioning himself. He didn't even act the way you've programmed him anymore ── all the traits you programmed slowly disappeared. Don't get me wrong , he was still acting like your ideal type ── but he seemed to have gained his own personality. He started to go outside more , found his own style and even enjoyed going shopping, talked more about random stuff that were on his mind , cracked his own little jokes here and there ── he even applied for a job and started to play games ! It was as if he was trying to erase the part that he was in fact a robot , an artificial intelligence.

Now , one thing led to another after he had asked you if you could kiss him so he could figure out what it felt like and most importantly : How a Human's body reacts to it. Sure , he had his database but ── he wanted to experience it , feel it and discover it on his own.

One of his hands was on the side of your neck , his thumb pressing against your pulse point so he could feel under his thumb how your pulse quickened. Through half lidded eyes , he looked at you through his eyelashes ── watching how your eyelashes pressed against the apple of your cheeks , how your eyebrows furrowed when he pressed his lips harder against yours, Your breathing got hotter and ragged , your fingers clutching onto the shirt he was wearing , as if you were holding onto him to not fall.

His free arm was wrapped around your waist , hand resting on your hip to hold you close. He could feel it , feel the way your body was growing noticeably warmer under his touch , the way you shuddered when he started to experiment by licking your lips with the tip of his tongue ── yes , his tongue was indeed wet. If he had a heart , it would beat as fast as yours ── but there wasn't a heartbeat in his chest no , only the mechanical sounds vibrating in his chest to simulate a heartbeat that you could only hear if you'd press your ear against his chest.

You pulled away to take a breather , your lungs burning from the lack of air while his eyes were focused on your face ── the vital status in his eyes tracked that your cheeks were hot , your lips were slightly swollen and parted as you panted under your breath. So , this was what kissing does to a human...? From simple lips on lips contact with a little bit of tongue? This only made him curious ── he wanted more , he wanted to discover more , he wanted to find out what exactly would happen if this went further.

He didn't let go of you , the hand against the side of your neck sliding up to your face , his thumb under your chin to lift your head up so he could study you more properly.

"You're aroused", he stated calmly which only made the heat rise to your cheeks more intensely , giggling nervously. "Pshhhh , noooooo ", you tried to brush it off but he didn't falter.

"You are. I can see it. Your body temperature increased, your breathing got heavier and hotter ── your chest is heaving. Your cheeks are really hot , your heart is beating faster. Your estrogen levels also have risen", he explained as you pressed your lips tightly together ── god , of course he'd know. It's been a while since you've last had some sexual action or even kissed someone like that ── of course you'd react that way , especially with how surprisingly good he could kiss.

You stayed quiet , not quite sure what to reply back as you looked down at the floor.

"Are you embarrassed? But isn't that a normal human reaction? That's nothing to be embarrassed about , right?", he asked in a confused tone , his eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion ── was he wrong?

"I am... and yes , it is a normal reaction.... it can just be... a little embarrassing for a person , you know..?", you mumbled under your breath.

"So some Humans feel embarrassed for getting aroused..? But that's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about", he was suddenly deep in thoughts. What did embarrassment even feel like? Or shame? He wished he could find out what it felt like , but he simply can't ── he doesn't have built in emotions like that. A real shame if you'd ask me.

His stare on you was starting to get suffocating , you started to feel so so small under his gaze which he took note of before the next question came.

"What do human's do when they feel aroused?"

You felt the air in your lungs get knocked out as his question reached your ears , taken aback by the intimate question he asked so casually ── (Y/n) , remember , he's a robot. You coughed awkwardly.

"Well uhm... depends? If they're in a relationship or... really open minded , they'll have sex in most cases. If they're single , like me , they uhm.. you know , pleasure themselves..", this was so embarrassing! You just wanted to crawl into a hole and die... maybe touch yourself before that , but you just wanted to crawl away!

"You're not , you have me . I'm your boyfriend", he stated , his finger tapping against your cheek. Somehow , hearing those words from him made your heart skip a beat. Right , technically seen , he was your boyfriend so you also technically seen weren't single.

You sighed ── may lord give you the power to handle explaining it to him. The real reason why he's here.

"Technically, yeah but .. okay listen Sunghoon ── I didn't customize and ordered you to be my boyfriend. I thought the website was a scam and just... did it for fun. Yes , I've spent a lot of money just for some fun , I have enough money to spare but... I didn't expect it to be legit", his eyes bore into you as you explained it to him , his facial expression unchanging.

"But do you want me to be your boyfriend?", his question caught you off guard again , your head snapping up to look up to him.

"I..."

He blinked.

"That's not how humans work... right?", you nodded your head and he hummed before pulling you closer to him until your chest was pressing against his.

"I'll simply make you catch feelings for me. I am everything you want ── from the looks down to the personality. But human feelings , they can't be forced ── especially something like love , am i correct?", you nodded your head again and for the first time , you saw the corners of his lips tug up into a smile.

"Then I'll make you fall for me. Considering that I am the boyfriend you'd want , I doubt that you'll find someone who meets your standards ── no one can compare to me , you'll never be happy ".

Three weeks have passed since the day you and Sunghoon had kissed and the promise that he was going to make you fall for him ── his plan was working , which you didn't like to admit.

He started to act more ... like himself in a way. He wasn't acting like a robot anymore , not at all ── he was becoming more and more human-like. You started to forget that he was a robot.

He started to wake you up for work with breakfast in bed , help you with small things such as getting items from a higher shelf or opening jars for you ── even simple things such as restocking your stash of feminine products. He even started to decorate the apartment he lives with you in , even the room that he was staying in ── the once blank room that only had his charging station in it had some furniture. Yes , his room was minimalistic but it was neat and clean , reflecting his personality and even showcasing what he's recently been obsessed with ── his collection of glasses.

Whenever you'd come back home and step into your room , you'd be greeted with pure relaxation. He'd light scented candles up , make sure you'd come back home to a clean and cozy smelling room that just wants to make you lay in bed and read a book or binge watch a show. He also made sure to get you a fresh bouquet of flowers every third day , if the flower shops were closed , he'd simply go outside and handpick flowers for you.

Whenever you needed comfort , he'd light some scented candles and make everything cozy and comfortable for you , letting you settle down before he'd gently massage your feet or shoulders while coaxing you to talk with him about it. Damn was he good ── and exactly what you wanted. You weren't complaining about the fact that he started to reject the program you had installed into him ── the fact that everything he was doing and even doing things out of his own will , it just set your standards on a higher level.

"Sunghoon I ....", he glanced up from his book as he heard you speaking , a small yet soft smile on his face as he set the book on his nightstand and held his hand out to you so you would come over ── which you did. Your feet softly padded against your wooden flooring as you walked over to his bed , your hand finding his and he gently pulled you to sit on his bed.

"What's wrong ? Do you feel sick? Upset?", he asked , his eyes softening while his thumb rubbed gentle circles into the back of your hand.

You shook your head.

"No I... I want to remove the program I had installed", his thumb stopped at your words , his eyes widening a little and he tilted his head slightly. "Are you sure that that's what you want?"

You nodded your head.

"I don't think that it's necessary anymore. You've ... gained your own personality and started to act on your own , not what the program wants and ... I like that because ── that's your doing , that's Park Sunghoon and not Park Sunghoon the robot..", he stayed quiet for a second before he sat up straight. "Alright , It will take a little though. Are you 100% sure you want to remove it?", he asked as he looked at you , a mint colored circle now in his eyes ── the same circles he had when you first turned him on.

"Yes"

With that , the uninstallation happened ── a small loading bar in his eyes again to show the process. He didn't speak , he just stared and didn't move ── as if his system had shut down.

You just sat there holding onto his hand before the circles started to slowly vanish once the procedure was completed and he blinked , his eyes slowly shifting to look at you again. "It's done , it's gone", he grinned before leaning his back against his pillows again. He didn't know why , but it somehow relieved him ── he didn't feel as if he was being controlled anymore by some program.

"Do you.... want to stay in my room?", he offered after a couple seconds of silence.

You accepted the offer.

You didn't know how much time had passed , but enough time passed by for you to fall asleep while he was reading his book , your body curled next to his . His eyes glanced at you , his facial expression softening and he reached a hand out to brush the strands of hair out of your face before resting on your back , tracing patterns and shapes of hearts against it while he went back to reading.

But something was plaguing his mind. He wished he was a human , because if he was , his heart would be beating quickly instead of the mechanics in his chest turning.

Chapter 5 : Fuck AI ! Let's have sobotic rex ── i mean , robotic sex

"Are you okay? Are you in pain──"

Horror.

This felt like pure horror to you. Your eyes were just as wide as his as he stared at you like a deer caught in the headlights , your cheeks growing hotter than before.

How were you going to explain to him why your hand was in your pants and the other hand under your shirt playing with your nipples ?

You didn't even need to.

"Are you pleasuring yourself?", he asked casually as he closed the door behind him and walked over to your bed , sitting down by the end of it. You quickly took your hands out of your pants and your shirt , shaking your head which in hindsight , was stupid ── it was so fucking clear that you were. And the reason for that was him. Yes , him.

Why him?

Well , he decided to be a little extra touchy in a subtle way. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head up so he could apply your lip balm for you , he made you sit down and took your shoes off for you with his fingers caressing from your ankles down to your feet, he grabbed your waist from behind while he was reaching for something that was in front of you. It was just subtle things that got you worked up , or maybe it was because you were touch starved? Or maybe it was the way he pressed a kiss on your lips in such a slow and sensual way that had you gasping for air. Those actions were enough to keep you up at night , feeling horny and needing to relieve yourself ── which he caught you in.

You still weren't dating per se , but the tension was in the air.

"Why did you stop?", his question knocked the air out of your lungs , his head tilting to the side as if this was the most normal encounter ── greeting a neighbor as an example.

"Well..."

"I wanted to watch , so I know how to make you feel good and what you like"

His reply had you , once again , feeling breathless , your heart pounding against your chest and your arousal grew. Oh how you love men that want to learn about a woman's pleasure ── shucks that he was a robot, but you didn't care anymore, you've long stopped caring about it. You didn't see him as a Robot as bizarre as that sounded considering he was one , you saw him as a person.

"Unless.. you're uncomfortable with that? But your estrogen levels have risen again so I'm a little confused", he continued , his eyes intensely staring at you before he blinked again.

"No I'm just... a little taken aback ... that's all", you muttered before taking in a deep breath , nodding your head a little as your fingers grabbed the waistband of your shorts. The chances that you'll end up with him for the rest of your life were higher than you finding a living being as your partner ── the idea of dating a living person didn't even appeal to you anymore. So what if you end up dating a Robot , the world has changed a lot and most people are either dating a robot or living with one.

His eyes drifted down to your bottom half as you slowly pulled your shorts down along with your cotton panties , taking in how your fingers trembled slightly under his watchful gaze and then he saw it ── his lips parting slightly in awe as your glistening pussy slowly got revealed to him.

He watched how you slowly spread your folds apart , strings of arousal sticking from one fold to the other , the result of just how fucking wet you were. His eyes then shifted back up to you.

"You’ve stimulated your nipples , right? Can you do that for me again?"

You shivered and nodded your head , sitting up a little to take your shirt off , your nipples already hard from the previous stimulation.

His eyes roamed your body from top to bottom , taking in every single detail about you and how your body was reacting before they stopped at your pussy. He just felt... so fascinated by it , how wet it was , how your clit was slightly engorged and how your hole was clenching and unclenching ── he simply felt captivated , so captivated that he came closer until his head was between your legs, leaning against your knee. He wanted to see it up close , he wanted the first row view of seeing you touch yourself.

It was as if he was taking notes in his mind ... well , he was , his eyes focused on what you were doing. You slowly trailed non dominant from your stomach up to your chest , gently kneading one of your boobs and letting your thumb circle your nipple before flicking it gently ── meanwhile your dominant hand went down to town.

You slid your middle finger from your clit down to your hole , your index and ring finger spreading your folds apart again so he could see what exactly you were doing and how ── how you used your thumb to tease yourself by letting it lightly graze your clit , enough to feel it but not enough to stimulate it properly. It was just enough to have your own hips involuntarily buck up against your hand.

Your cheeks were burning hotter than ever , your heart pounding so hard you felt it in your pussy ── or maybe that was just your pussy screaming at you to fucking do something finally. But you didn't shy away , not when he looked so captivated by what he was seeing.

You dipped your finger past your entrance , only the tip of it to slowly slick you finger up with your arousal until you've completely pushed it in. His eyes continued to stare , lips parting at the way your entrance stretched a little around the girth of your finger.

You gave yourself a couple pumps of your finger , your thumb lazily stroking your clit while your other hand was busy playing with your nipples , tucking and squeezing them gently or just straight up kneading the lump of fat.

But his hand on your wrist stopped you from pumping your fingers into your pussy , a quiet whine leaving your lips.

"I want to try..? Can I ? Will you let me try?"

Another wave of lust hit you as he asked that with those stupidly sparkly eyes of his , your teeth sinking into your bottom lip for a second while you nodded your head and pulled your finger out of your pussy.

He lifted his right hand up to his mouth , parting his lips as he slowly glid his fingers past them to get them wet in his mouth ── honestly , he didn't need to do that because of how fucking wet you already were , but the sight got you even wetter than before.

He pulled his fingers out of his mouth and sat up before scooting closer so he was sitting between your legs , his left hand placed on your inner thigh and pressing it down a little to part your legs more. He copied what you did , letting his fingers caress from your pubic bone down to your pussy , fingers tracing the shape of your folds just to get a feel before letting his wet digits caress over your clit as well ── he could feel it , feel the way your clit was twitching under the pads of his fingers from the short touch.

His eyes then glanced at you.

"Did I say you could stop stimulating your nipples? Keep going ... it makes you feel good , no?", his words held some authority in them even though he wasn't even intending for them to sound like that , but it certainly got your pussy clenching around nothing , impatiently waiting for his fingers to stuff it.

And your pussy would have smiled in glee once they did , two of his slender digits slowly pressing against your entrance before pushing in , his eyes watching how your entrance slowly stretched around them. He could feel it , feel how warm and wet your pussy was , how you velvety walls stretched to welcome his fingers inside. He once again was fascinated by the female human body.

Oh and the slow sigh of relief you let out when he was knuckle deep inside , your walls shifting and pulsing around his fingers with every breath you took , now what would happen when he'd move his fingers?

A quiet moan left your lips as he started to slowly pump his fingers , curling them slightly to let the pads of fingers drag up against your g spot. He was loving this. Loving how your pussy just welcomed in , how sweet you sounded whenever he hit the spot with a little bit of force , how he could feel the way your soft warm walls tightened and relaxed around his fingers ── he wanted more.

It was as if he had gained a rush of confidence , knowing how he was making you feel good without even trying ── he was experiencing and learning how to treat your body. Every moan , whimper or soft sigh you let out ── it just made him want to do so much more. Robots couldn't feel horny, they couldn't feel lust or arousal ── but you sure made him feel those emotions. His fingers pumped inside your pussy with a faster pace , his thumb stroking your clit in a slower pace so he wouldn't be too rough on you and a rush of excitement rushed through his system as he felt your pussy clenching around his fingers ── you were close.

"Why?", you whined out as your eyes shot open , an almost pitiful expression on your face as your orgasm got ripped away from you , your pussy clenching around nothing as he had pulled his fingers out.

He just leaned in and placed a kiss on your clit , chuckling under his breath when he saw how your body twitched ── a human's body could be so sensitive , it was cute to him , you were cute to him.

"I want to have sex with you", he sat up , looking at you with sparkly eyes ── he wanted to learn more , so much more. He wanted to put his cock to good use. His words , once again , left you stunned. He was so blunt with his words that it just left you stunned.

You thought for a second. Did you even want it? Fuck yeah , you did. You didn't even know robots could feel lust. It was as if he was able to read your mind , maybe he could.

"Robots don't feel lust or arousal... but you somehow made me able to .... have this desire for you. I want more. I want to hear and see more , i want to feel more. I want to put my cock to good use and make you feel good. You sound so pretty when you're receiving pleasure and enjoy yourself", his words had your cheeks rushing with blood again , your heart pounding harder against your chest and you could feel your clit twitching just because of those words alone.

"Okay.... let's have sex , make me feel good Sunghoon", god did you sound even better when you said his name in that breathless voice of yours and his fingers didn't waste a second to quickly take his clothes off ── it was only fair if he was completely naked as well.

It was a bit comical that his cock was hard in just a second , as if your words were a verbal command to his system to harden it ── again , technology never failed to surprise you.

"Can you just turn that on and off however you like?", you asked with a giggle but you were genuinely curious. He nodded his head.

"I can actually , meaning that I can go as long as you want or until you're satisfied. I don't have a stamina limit", he replied back as his hand wrapped around the girth of his cock while you reached for your nightstand to take out a bottle of lube.

"Are those anal beads , a vibrator and a butt plug?"

You shrieked and slammed the drawer shut , his eyes curious as they looked at you. "I'm sorry , was that embarrassing for you again? Don't feel embarrassed about it. If that's what you're into , embrace it with confidence. A healthy sex life is good", you just felt even more embarrassed from his words but also better about yourself , didn't stop you feeling embarrassed though.

You just held the bottle of lube out to him which he took , squirting some of the gel like liquid onto his cock to spread it with his hand and also spread some on your entrance.

He wiped his lube-covered hand on his shirt , making a mental note not to wear it again before washing it and grabbed your legs , pulling you closer until the head of his cock was nudging your clit.

"I'll be slow", he reassured as he saw you glancing down at his cock with concern , his cock now looking even bigger than before now that it was nudging against your clit.

He took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours , his other hand guiding his cock from your clit down your slit until the head of his cock was pressing against your entrance and slowly pushed it in.

His cock was cold but quickly got warm as your heat embraced it. He was taking his time , pushing inch after inch slowly after waiting a couple seconds whenever you took another inch in. His whole cock didn't fit inside of you so he left it be , it wasn't as if he could feel pleasure anyway ── your comfort was his comfort , so was your pleasure.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as he slowly started to move , his cock was slightly curved which made the head of his cock press right against your gspot whenever he made it all the way back against your cervix.

He was being so slow and gentle until you told him to go a bit faster , your moans and whimpers of his name bouncing off the walls. His pace quickened again , his eyes focused on your face and how you were trembling beneath him , how your fingers pressed into the back of his hand and he felt it again ── he once again felt how your pussy clenched around his cock harder than before , as if you were afraid he'd rip another orgasm right under your fingertips again.

And the moan you let out once you came , how your walls quivered around his length and how your back arched off the bed ── he was obsessed with it. Giving you pleasure and making you feel good , that was his pleasure.

Chapter 6 : To Love

"So , you're telling me that you had sex with your uhm Robot 'boyfriend' and that you love him?", Yunjin asked as if she wasn't surprised by this at all , sipping on her iced americano as she looked at you.

You just nodded your head.

"Yeah well ... i told him that I only bought him as a Joke and that yes , he technically was my boyfriend but I didn't had any feelings for him there... He just , treats me so well and actually made me fall for him. It's just so weird because he's a Robot but he is all I want and I will never find someone like him again ── with the same looks and character. What will people think , Yunjin? They'll judge me for it", you sighed out , running your fingers through your hair to soothe yourself. She placed her hand on top of yours.

"(Y/n) , we live in the future. Half of the globe gets ruled by Robots. If you really love him and are happy with him , that's good. Do your thing and stop caring about what other's think. Most people won't even notice that he's a robot with how humane he is. My partner even is a robot and you've never noticed it because they're so humane. Look at that couple over there , the Woman is also a robot but acts so humane ── anyone would think they're two humans in love", you hummed and nodded your head , she's right , nobody gives a shit if you date a robot or not.

"You're right... I'll go tell him that I want him to be my boyfriend", you said as you suddenly sat him , every ounce of embarrassment or shame fading into thin air. You wanted to scream at Sunghoon that you love him.

....

and you did. Now it was his turn to be stunned.

"Woah Woah Woah, you didn't need to scream at me", Sunghoon chuckled as he took his apron off. You had ambushed him in the middle of cooking. He folded his apron and placed it to the side , his feet carrying him over to you , an almost smug expression on his face.

"So my plan to make you fall for me worked?", he chuckled , feeling happy about it while his hands found their way to your waist to pull you towards him.

"It did... you've ruined every man for me that I could've possibly liked. You're the one for me ... robot or not , you're just for me", you mumbled as you rested your hands on his chest , feeling the way the mechanics in his body turned under the palm of your hands.

He stayed silent for a second , his right hand grabbing one of your hands to guide it up to his lips , his lips leaving a kiss that lingered on the back of your hand.

"I'm glad... because you were able to make a Robot fall in love with you. You make me wish that I had a beating a heart , a warm body out of blood and flesh , emotions that aren't programmed into me ── you make me wish I was a human. You made me realize and learn what love was and felt like , a feeling i have developed for you. I love you , (Y/n)", his words made you smile softly , your heartbeat getting faster and you leaned your head against his chest , your arms wrapping around his waist.

"I love you too, Sunghoon"

He wrapped his arms around you , holding you in a soft and gentle embrace with his lips pressing against your forehead ── but there was a sour expression on his face.

Why did he have to be a robot? He wanted to be a Human so he could love you even more than he already did.

[lucydixon]

The Rock Show

This is part Nine of Welcome to Hellfire. You can find part one here.

Summary: Eddie takes you to watch Corroded Coffin play at the hideout for the first time, and having him lock eyes with you while he plays completely ruins you. Warning: a liiitle bit of dry humping, Desperate Eddie, The girls come out to play.

It was finally the night. 

The night you’d anticipated with so much excitement that you were practically bursting with it by the time you were out of bed. 

It was Tuesday. 

Which meant that it was the night that you got to see Eddie play with his band for the first time, at the greasiest dive bar in Hawkins. 

The two of you had woken up, tangled in your sheets somewhere around noon and had lazily made out for a couple of hours, until you realized what day it was and wouldn’t shut up about it. 

He loved how excited you were to watch him play. 

You’d been trying to get him to play you a little something for days, but he kept telling you that he couldn’t spoil the show for you and that you’d just have to wait. 

You’d pouted and whined, and he’d almost caved twice. 

But he’d somehow managed to hold strong. 

“Are you ready to rock, sweetheart?” Eddie asked after convincing you to sit down and eat the gourmet boxed mac and cheese he'd whipped up for dinner. 

“Hell yeah!” You beamed, “What should I wear?” 

“Something that won’t distract me too much.” He nodded pensively, “A shapeless burlap sack, perhaps?” 

You swatted his arm playfully and rolled your eyes before starting to rummage through your closet. 

Your eyes landed on dark faux leather and lit up. 

“Oh, I’ve always wanted to wear this but never found the right occasion!” You gasped excitedly, reaching for a pair of jeans to go along with it.

Eddie stared at your closet doors, waiting for you to finish getting dressed after insisting on your outfit being a surprise.

Now, he wasn’t sure what he’d expected. Maybe a cute little dress or a frilly skirt. Something sweet and cute. 

His eyes just about bulged out of his head when you stepped out of your closet wearing skin-tight black jeans and a cropped leather tube top. 

His eyes raked over your body, transfixed by all the bare skin and soft curves.

The stretch of skin between the bottom of your top and the top of your jeans was taunting him. 

God, what he wouldn’t give to like a stripe up your bellybutton. 

Eddie slid right off the bed and onto the floor like he was made of jelly, eyes wide and mouth agape.

You had to laugh at the theatrics. 

He crawled a few feet towards you and wrapped himself around your lower half, resting his cheek against your stomach. 

“You’re gonna kill me, you little vixen!” he groaned. “Fuck, how am I supposed to focus on anything when you look like that?” 

“I’ll forget how to play!” he gasped dramatically, slumping into you, “If we can even get there in one piece. I won’t be able to keep my eyes on the road!”  

“Do me a favour and try not to kill us until after I’ve seen you play.” You chuckled, and he felt the rumble of it against his cheek. 

Your hands threaded through his hair and played with it absently. A habit you hadn’t yet noticed you’d taken up. 

But Eddie certainly had. 

The feeling of your nails gently scratching his scalp practically had his eyes rolling back inside his head every time. Still, he felt weird asking you to do it, so he was thrilled that you seemed to default to it whenever the two of you were relaxing.  

He pressed his lips to your skin and smirked softly when he heard the distinct sound of your breath hitching in your throat. 

“It should be illegal to look this good in jeans.” Eddie sat back on his heels and drank you in from below. “I’m might have to haul your ass to jail”  

“If you want to cuff me, you could just ask.” You smirked teasingly when his cheeks immediately warmed. 

Sometimes, he couldn’t believe that you were the same girl who hid your face in his chest while telling him you’d never made out with anyone, just days ago. Yet, here you were, making dirty comments without so much as a flinch. 

You really didn’t shy away from intimacy in the slightest. If anything, it was you initiating most of it, and it was killing him. 

He buried his face in your stomach again and groaned loudly.

It took him a good few minutes to peel himself off of you to get out the door.

As soon as you got to the Hideout, Eddie parked you in what he called, the best seat in the house, which was really just a booth close to the stage with worn leather seats and just enough room for his guitar case to sit next to you so that no drunken creeps could slide in and hit on his girl while he was busy on stage. 

He pecked you on the lips, glanced down at your cleavage for a moment, and shot you a goofy smile before rushing over to the rest of the band, who looked beyond shocked to see you sitting there. 

“You got her to go out with you?” Gareth asked, blatantly staring at you with wide eyes. “Holy shit, no way.” 

“I didn’t just get her to go out with me.” Eddie shot his friends a cocky smirk as he shrugged his guitar strap over his head. 

“That pretty little thing right there?” He nodded in your direction, smugly, “That is my girlfriend, with a capital G.”

“No…” Jeff sounded like he couldn’t decide if he believed him or not, also staring. 

You waved at them, and they were quick to look away with pink cheeks. 

“Seriously?” 

Eddie just shrugged, still looking on top of the world. 

“I know, right?” 

“We are Corroded Coffin!” Eddie shouted into the mic with far too much energy for the sleepy crowd, but you cheered loudly anyway from your seat, looking ecstatic. “And we’re here to make some noise!” 

You knew they’d be good. 

Even if they weren’t, you’d be able to convince yourself that they were, just because Eddie’s eyes were locked on yours through every Metallica and Dio cover song they played on stage. 

But, they were better than good. 

They were fucking great.

Even without the roar of a crowd, the music still felt electric.

Your panties were soaked before they’d wrapped up the first song. 

Seeing Eddie up there, banging his head to the music and shredding that beautiful guitar of his with an obscene amount of skill, was ruining you. 

He looked like a total rockstar. 

And god, you loved it. 

“This last song is for someone special in the crowd tonight.” Eddie stared right at you, but chuckled when you looked around as if he could have meant anyone but you, and pointed to yourself with a playful grin. “This one’s for my sweetheart.” 

The opening notes for Sabbrah Cadara rang through the air, and you just melted.

The way he held your gaze while he sang into the mic was mesmerizing. 

It felt like it was just the two of you in the room. 

Feel so good I feel so fine

Love that little lady always on my mind

She gives me lovin' every night and day

Never gonna leave her

Never going away

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you thought for a half second that you were going to pass out. Even if it was just a song. A cover. Hearing him sing about love made your heart flutter in your chest. 

Someone to love me

You know she makes me feel alright

Someone who needs me

Love me every single night

Feel so happy since I met that girl

When we're making love

It's something out of this world

Feels so good to know that she's all mine

Going to love that woman till the end of time

You were so gonna jump his bones after this. 

You’d thought that dry humping in your living room had been hot, but you’d never in your life wanted anything as bad as you wanted to be in Eddie’s bed, as close as two people could physically get while your clothes lived happilly on his bedroom floor. 

Someone to live for

Love me till the end of time

Makes me feel happy

Good to know that she's all mine

And you were.

Eddie had you. Hook, line, and sinker. 

You were so far gone for Eddie Munson that you’d run away with him in a heartbeat and get married in a Vegas chapel that instant if he asked you to. 

You’d do anything if he asked you to. 

Lovely lady make love all night long

Lovely lady never do me no wrong

I don't wanna leave ya

I never wanna leave ya

Anymore no more

You were already questioning whether or not you could make it all the way home without tearing your clothes off. 

Probably not. 

You wondered if he’d fuck you in the back of his van, right out in front of the bar, if you asked him nicely.  

Lovely lady

Mystifying eyes

Lovely lady

She don't tell me no lies

I know I'll never leave ya

I'm never gonna leave ya

Anymore no more

And there it was. 

The closing note and the glimmer in his eyes as he breathed heavily, beaming at you from the stage, sealed the deal. 

You weren’t just dying to fuck him. 

You were in love. 

Completely and utterly down bad and smitten for the man theatrically bowing as if it wasn’t just you cheering up a storm from your lonely booth. 

And god damn, it terrified you. But, at the same time, you’d never felt such an unbridled rush of joy and peace wash over you. 

The second he stepped off the stage, you threw yourself at him, rambling excited praise in his ear as he scooped you up and spun you around, laughing. 

“Holy shit, Eds.” You squeezed him tightly “That was so fucking good!” 

“Don’t sound so surprised, Sweetheart.” He teased. 

“I’m not!” You swatted his chest playfully and pulled back to look into his eyes. 

Something in the air shifted when he clocked the hunger in your gaze. 

“Do you even know how fucking hot that was?” You asked him lowly, “Killin’ me here, baby.” 

“That’s my line,” he joked breathily, eyes darting down to your lips. “You mean that?” 

You made a sound somewhere between a scoff and a laugh before crashing your lips to his. 

There was nothing slow or sweet about the way you were kissing him. 

No build-up or easing into things, just you, slipping your tongue into his mouth while he clutched you to his chest, pressing his quickly hardening bulge into your hip. 

Your tongues tangled as his hands cupped your ass and pulled you flush up against him. 

You moaned into his mouth, and Eddie thought he might just cum then and there. 

“Uh, guys?” Jeff's voice caught both of your attention, and you pulled apart begrudgingly to look at him. 

“What?” Eddie hissed, hands still resting on your ass, twitching to grab and squeeze at it. 

“Maybe get a room?” Gareth proposed awkwardly. 

Your cheeks warmed slightly, but you were too wound up to be more than the tiniest bit embarrassed. 

“That’s an excellent idea, Gareth the great.” You told him, nodding seriously before tugging on Eddie’s jacket and nodding not so discreetly towards the door. 

He wasted no time rushing to pack up his guitar, still as careful as always with her. 

“Great show, you guys.” You smiled warmly as if you hadn’t just had their frontman’s tongue down your throat. “Really nice to see you again.” 

Eddie circled back around and grabbed you by the hand, dragging you towards the door, speed walking. 

He didn’t say a word. 

Just opened the back doors, gently slid his guitar case into the back of the van, and shut the doors before slamming you up against them, swallowing your startled gasp. 

Your hands found their way to his hair and tugged gently at the roots. Despite the adrenaline rushing through him after being on stage and the confidence boost he’d gotten when you’d thrown yourself at him immediately after he’d stepped off of it, Eddie still let out a broken, pathetic moan at the feeling. 

He was grateful you didn’t stop kissing him to make fun, because he wasn’t sure he’d survive a full minute without your lips slotted against his. 

Instead, you pulled him closer and arched your back against the rusted metal of his van, pressing your chest into his and moaning right into his mouth, chasing it with your tongue, swiping along his bottom lip. 

God, you were so fucking good at kissing. 

It was killing him. 

He was so hard that it hurt, straining against his tight jeans and desperate for relief. 

Without having to think, he grabbed you by the back of your thighs and hoisted you into his arms, pinning you against the van without breaking the kiss. 

Your legs wrapped around his hips tightly, and you both gasped at the feeling of his bulge grinding into your clothed heat. 

Your head tilted back and his mouth latched onto your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck until he reached that sweet spot at the juncture of your throat and the edge of your collarbone. 

You jolted and moaned loudly. 

Far too loud for a bar parking lot. 

Both of you seemed to realize this at the same time. 

“We should- shit-” He hissed when you tightened your legs around him. 

“Get in the back of the van?” You proposed breathily, “Great idea, babe!” 

“Not here.” He groaned, trying to think. “Uh-” 

It was hard with you pressed up against him the way you were. 

“Eddie,” you whined, desperate for friction “If you’re not gonna throw me in there and tear my clothes off, then you better take me back to your place real fucking quick or I’m gonna die.” 

“Fuuuuck-” he breathed shakily, squeezing his eyes shut in an effort to regain his composure, but he quickly realized that he couldn’t do that unless he put you down. 

He dropped you as carefully as he could and kissed you hard before pulling back, grabbing your hand, and dragging you towards the passenger side of the van. Despite his flustered state, he still held your door open for you and helped you into the seat, groaning when you pulled him in for a sloppy kiss before he shut you inside. 

He jogged over to his side and threw himself into the seat, turning the engine over before he’d even gotten the door closed, breathing raggedly. 

“I’m gonna need you to stay right there so I don’t kill us both in a fiery car crash.” he turned to jab a shaky, but stern finger at you as he slammed the van into gear and sped onto the main road “I’m not dying before I see your tits, so help me god.” 

“What, these?” You asked, anything but innocent, as you rolled your top down. 

The van screeched to a stop just outside the edge of town, and Eddie’s head whipped over so fast to look that his neck ached for a second. 

The second he laid eyes on your bare chest, he slammed the van into park and was scrambling to get his seatbelt off to slide into the middle of the bench seat. 

“Get over here,” he all but growled, undoing your seatbelt and pulling you into his lap. 

You straddled him, and before you could even let out a flustered giggle, his mouth was on you, and it came out as a low moan. 

Your tits were right in his face and Eddie was taking full advantage. 

He cupped one in his hand, too worked up to be hesitant about it, while his lips trailed down your chest until your nipple was in his mouth and you were rocking your hips into his desperately. 

All that could be heard over the rumble of the idling engine was the breathy moans falling from your lips and the sounds of Eddie sloppily making out with your chest. 

Just as you were really starting to get worked up, he yanked your top back up and gently tossed you back into your seat. His hands fumbled with your seatbelt for a moment before dragging him back towards the steering wheel, where he rested his forehead for a moment, trying to catch his breath. 

“Sweetheart, I’m really gonna need you to behave for me.” he told you, trying to sound stern, but really it came out as more of a plea. “Five minutes. Just give me five minutes to get us home. Please.” 

You nodded, unsure if you could even form words. Your eyes were still a little wide from the thrill of it all. 

“Thank you.” He sighed in relief, taking another second before shrugging off his jacket and throwing it at you. “You’re gonna need to hide the girls or I’m gonna go crazy.” 

You laughed breathily and wrapped it around you while he shifted back into gear and tore down the road.

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you like because, you love despite part six [date night] - myg

date night

chef!yoongi x korean!f!doctor!reader | mdni 18+

summary »» Your friendship always made sense to you and those around you. It wasn’t difficult when both your parents grew up together as best friends too. Your moms always used to refer to your friendship as being written in the stars, whereas your dads believed it impossible for you two, being girl and boy, to be best friends. Your mothers constantly remind them how wrong they’ve been to believe that. Or were they?

cw »» fluff, pet names, some tooth rotting stuff for sure, yoongi being scared of feelings, reader being the same, cussing, two idiots in love and oblivious about it, heeeaavy flirting, more cuddles, yoongi is horny as hell

wc »» 7.6k

author’s note »» HI EVERYONE! I appreciate all the love you keep giving my story, this fic has been a labour of love honestly and I love it so much. I will be taking the smallest break between this chapter and the next, not only to write it because of how important this next part is but because, if I'm being honest, I am feeling burnt out in my personal life. I hope everyone understands. But for now, enjoy the chapter! :D

“What do you mean you chickened out?”

“Exactly what that means, man!”

“What happened?” 

“If I say it you’ll think I chickened out over some stupid reason…”

“I can’t tell you that until you tell me though, bro…”

Yoongi can’t help but glare at his friend, holding no animosity behind it but conveying his annoyance at the situation, “I can’t even be mad at it either…it’s dumb. I’m dumb.” He scoffs, rubbing his face harshly. 

“Stop! Tell me what happened. Come on.” 

Yoongi glances at Namjoon, chewing the corner of his lower lip, “We were sitting in her living room and she went to clean up, insisted I stay on the couch so I did, because I am not gonna fight her…”

“Smart man, she is always right. Get used to that.” He teases. 

Yoongi snorts, “Okay, well, I am sitting there finally getting the courage to just get her attention so we can talk and I can tell her.” He clears his throat. “And she starts screaming ‘oh my god’ over and over. For a second I thought something bad happened but no, and here comes the thing that stopped me from just telling her,” he takes a deep breath and releases it, “Seokjin sent the engagement announcement text and photo to the group chat.”

“Oh.” Namjoon covers his mouth, staying quiet. 

“Yeah.” 

“Oh shit.”

“Yup.”

“What did you do?”

He sighs, “I considered riding the coattails of the happy moment, but I felt like a dick the moment the thought even crossed my mind…”

“So, you said nothing?”

He shakes his head, “We just talked about the engagement for a bit…she said one day that’ll be us,” Namjoon’s eyes widen, “but she didn’t mean us ‘us’ just that we’ll be married some day to other…people.”

“And that was it?”

Yoongi nods. 

Namjoon sits arms crossed, reaching for his beer and sips it, “Wow.”

“Yup.” 

Sitting in a tent restaurant in the middle of November, Yoongi had spent the last week bottling all of his feelings down and not updating his friend since sending him that clear, yet cryptic, text. Both men are around a table of ramen and booze, the first time in a while since they’ve managed to hang out. 

“Actually…” Yoongi starts, Namjoon’s eyes snapping to him, “something else has been happening…”

His friend senses the reluctance in his words, “What’s that?”

Yoongi points at him, “What I’m about to tell you stays between us, yeah? And I don’t wanna hear any jokes about it because I am aware of how it’s gonna sound when I say it…”

“Gotcha. Go on, say it.”

Yoongi sucks in a breath, “For the last few weeks…her and I have been sleeping together,” Namjoon’s eyes widen, “and not like that, but just…sleeping over at each other’s place like, in the same bed…”

His friend is quiet for a moment, “Like, you guys are, like, just sleeping there?”

“No, we cuddle and I hold her…” He lets the sentence hang.

“That must confuse the fuck outta you…”

Yoongi scoffs, “Yeah, no shit…”

Both men sigh, reaching for their beers and quietly taking a sip. It’s late now, Yoongi far more than aware that he should head home to get some rest.

“And she’s going on a date?”

Yoongi sighs, eyes closed as he breathes in deeply. 

Ah, yes. This. 

He found out from Jimin three days ago that a colleague of yours had set you up on a date. He didn’t know the details of how it came to be, but Jimin, in his infinite wisdom, had shared it to Yoongi in the hopes he had some information. 

Yoongi didn’t even know that was something you were entertaining. It had come as a complete shock to him and he hated how caught off guard he was when facing Jimin. He didn’t want to text and question you from finding out about it from someone else. He wanted you to come to him, but since the day he found out, almost like the universe shifted, he hadn’t seen you at all, or heard from you much. 

He was slowly going insane from not knowing what was going on in your head. 

“Yeah.”

“Shit, dude.” Namjoon rubs his mouth. “You okay?” 

Yoongi finally lets go. 

“It fucking sucks, but I have no one but myself to blame for that. I keep looking for the right moment to tell her and I keep waiting too long. What do I do then? Shove my head into the ground and ignore this feeling,” he taps his chest, “until the next time I get the guts to tell you and when it inevitably fails again…” he huffs a dry laugh. 

“Do you even know if she’s going on the date? She could decide not to go…” God bless his friend for trying to cheer him up. 

Yoongi sighs loudly, “I don’t know. I know fuck all. We’ve barely texted these last few days and I haven’t seen her in about three…”

His friend frowns, “That’s…unusual for you guys…”

“I just…I’m starting to think I just need to move on, y’know? To let go of my feelings and maybe just let myself stop holding on…” Yoongi’s heart hurts as he even utters those words. Not loving you feels like a mockery to the universe. 

Not that he would ever admit to this out loud but Yoongi does wholeheartedly believe he was born to love you. And he is – was? – okay with that. He is okay with that. Yoongi can’t just stop the way he feels about you, he just knows as such. 

“We both know, even if I haven’t known you for as long, that you have loved her for too long to just let go…” 

“I know, but it feels like the only logical next step…”

“Or,” Namjoon carefully tries his approach, “you tell her anyway. Let her make a decision.” 

Yoongi has thought of that more than a few times because maybe, just maybe, it was possible you could feel the same. It would be the easiest way to go about it and then, if it all falls apart, the only thing to do is live with the awkwardness for a bit and move on. Be friends. What you’ve always been. 

Yoongi rubs his face, “I want to…”

“She’ll always love you, y’know?”

“Yeah, I know…”

Namjoon sighs, “Maybe the date won’t work out…”

Yoongi laughs, “I appreciate you trying to cheer me up, but every date she’s ever been on has ended in a relationship. No matter how long it lasted…” he sighs, “god, I sound so fucking bitter…”

“You’re in love with your best friend…it’s gotta fucking hurt…”

Yoongi stares at the condensation on his beer can, licking his lips, “I still have her in my life at least…”

“Just text her, bro. She’s probably overthinking the whole thing too.” Namjoon kicks his foot under the table. “I mean, think about it. It must confuse her too how you’re both into cuddling and sharing the bed now, and now she has a date? I think she’s probably in her head as much as you are…”

“She asked me to stay…”

“But you went for it. You didn’t have to.”

Yoongi sighs, “I’ll see what happens…with her date.” 

Namjoon nods, “Good idea. Go see her. Or text her. It’s weird to think you’re not talking right now…”

Yoongi digs for his wallet and takes out a few bills, placing it down on the table as he stands, “Let’s share a cab and go home.”

Namjoon follows his friend as they hail a cab, dropping Namjoon off first and leaving Yoongi a few minutes more before finally getting home. He stumbles up the steps, already hating the slight hangover he is going to battle first thing in the morning before work. The entire time he stumbles through his apartment he replays the conversation he just had with his friend and as he pushes into his bedroom, his eyes settle on the messy bed. 

He misses you something awful.

Yoongi doesn’t even bother changing into different clothes before throwing himself on his bed, patting the side of the bed you had been sleeping on and hating the emptiness.

“Getting too fucking old for this shit…”

Yoongi hates the feeling in his chest. It’s like the weight of the world is pressing against it, with his ribcage caught between it and unimaginable pain. That’s what loving you felt like in that moment. The sensation is probably worsened by the alcohol coursing through his body. Right now, it may feel like anger directed at you, but Yoongi knows it’s all weighing down on his shoulders. Your not knowing how he feels isn’t really your fault, but his.

He pushes himself off the bed, reluctantly undressing to get ready for bed. He drags his feet back from washing up and slipping on his shirt when he pauses in his shuffling. He swears he just heard knocking, but in his state, it could very well be in his head. He smooths out his shirt, rubbing his chest as he waits and is shocked when he hears knocking again, this time louder. He’s not imagining things.

He peeks his head out of the bedroom, waiting to hear it again, only for it to be the doorbell, causing Yoongi to rush to the door. He doesn’t even think twice before swinging it open, and the wind gets knocked out of him when he sees you standing there. He stands tall, licking his lips nervously as your eyes meet. 

“Hey…”

You smile timidly, “Hi…”

“Excuse me?”

“Remember you asked me to set you up with a nice guy? I got you a date with a friend of mine.” Jiwoo, your colleague, proudly announces to you. You obviously can't tell her you're no longer interested in that idea. I mean, yes, you could. 

“Oh…so, have you told him about me yet or…?” 

She's so excited, “Yes! And he's looking forward to it. He usually doesn't let us set him up on dates. I showed him a photo of you and he was sold!” 

Biting your lip, you chuckle dryly, “I see,” you suck in a breath, “what's his name?”

“Kim Woohyun. He owns a marketing company. He's thirty-four. He's my brother-in-law's younger brother.” She opens her phone to find a photo, which she shows you as you take it from her. 

He's handsome, stereotypically so. You can't deny that but you can't help but be disappointed at your lack of interest in the guy. Before your growing feelings for Yoongi this guy would have hit every single requirement on your checklist for a man. Handsome? Check. Successful? Check. Age appropriate? Check. Good references? Check. But now? None of that mattered. 

“I guess, it wouldn't hurt to go on a date?” You hope she hears how unsure you sound. 

“Oh my god! Awesome! I will give you his number and I’ll give him yours so you guys can figure a time and date! You are going to love him!” She’s so excited she doesn’t catch your lack of it. 

You give her your phone and it doesn’t take more than fifteen minutes before you receive a text from Woohyun confirming he was given the right number. As you sit in your office texting him, it occurs to you that for the first time in the few times you’ve been set up? You don’t actually care to go on the date. 

No, you’d rather be somewhere else. 

Present Day

“Do you also enjoy long walks on the beach?”

You snap yourself out of the reverie you’re stuck in, “Shoot, sorry?”

Woohyun laughs gently, sipping his glass of wine as he leans back in his seat, “Am I boring you?”

You shake your head, “I’m sorry, I am so tired. I probably should have started with that.”

“Long shift?” 

You nod, hoping the reasoning is enough to get him off your trail, “Yeah. I had a lot of appointments to squeeze in today and I basically got ready at work to come here…” you tuck a strand of hair in mild embarrassment. 

“I think sometimes my life is crazy, but I can’t imagine what being a doctor is like…” he shakes his head, smiling at you. 

Woohyun is charming. He’s well mannered, kind, a good listener and patient. You texted him on your way to the restaurant warning him you would be late a tad and you had felt truly embarrassed at that even though you never intended on going on a second date. Your heart truly wasn’t in it. 

“It can be but I’m lucky compared to some other doctors. I still work insane hours sometimes though. As proven by today…” you take a sip of your wine too, hiding your nerves. “And don’t you also work some insane hours? You own a marketing company.”

“Did you look me up?” He grins, shamelessly flirting with you. 

You mouth the air, feeling awkward, “Uh, well, yeah…who doesn’t in this day and age?” 

Woohyun smiles at you, not taking his eyes off of you as he brings his glass to his lips. You almost feel like you’re being scrutinized when he watches you that way and you don’t enjoy how judged you feel as he clears his throat, leaning forward to look you in the eyes. 

“Who is he?”

Your jaw goes slack, mouthing the air for a few seconds, “What?”

“The guy.” You continue to play dumb, hoping the subject gets dropped. “The guy you’re not over.” 

“Oh! Oh no! I don’t have–There’s no–I mean…” you trail off.

Woohyun chuckles, “Look, I may be single and looking to mingle, but in the last couple of years of going on dates I’ve become really good at figuring out if a date is going anywhere and this,” he gestures between you, “is not going anywhere because your heart isn’t in it.”

You almost want to fight. To prove him wrong but he gently grabs your hand as he speaks again, “I’m not offended, just so you know. But I can see it all over your face that you have someone else on your mind…” he sucks in a breath, “so, who’s the ex?” 

You freeze because it is far more complicated than it seems, “Not an ex.” 

“Oh?” He looks surprised. “Unrequited love? Friend’s ex?” You make a face. “No. Then, a friend’s brother? No? Okay. Uh, co-worker?” You sigh loudly. “Childhood best friend?” You choke on your wine and sigh loudly as Woohyun breaks out into a smile. “Ding ding! Childhood best friend it is then…”

“Why am I even entertaining this? Is this a joke to you?” You sigh. 

He shakes his head, “No. I can imagine how much your situation sucks.”

“You really shouldn’t be this eager to find out. Your date turned into a dud…” He clicks his tongue at your words. “Is this how you entertain yourself after a failed date? You try to get them to open up about their feelings to revel in the bullet you dodged?” 

He continues smiling but this time it’s gentler as he puts his hand against his chest, “I’m sorry. I may have become jaded by failed potential dates, but really? If you’re not into me? Then odds are, as gorgeous as you and let me say that you are a fucking ten outta ten, I am not into you either…” you mouth the air, “but also, you’re obviously having a shit time with whatever is happening with your childhood best friend?”

And you don’t know what it is about Woohyun that makes you open up and answer, “Yeah…”

“Childhood best friend, gotcha. I don’t know what’s going on there but I could tell you would rather be with him or her…?” he trails off.

“Him.” 

“With him, then.” He leans back when your meal arrives, and you suddenly feel awkward letting the meal continue, but Woohyun seems almost unbothered by the whole situation. “So, we can either really awkwardly end dinner and go our separate ways? Or,” he takes a bite of his steak, “we can try to be friendly, and you can tell me what’s up. Because right now? I don’t know much, but if you're torn over your best friend like this? He’s either an idiot or he has no idea that you have feelings for him…”

You huff a breath, in disbelief at his ability to read a complete stranger, as you smack your lips. What’s the worst thing that could happen? You wonder over and over, thinking through all the ways this could go wrong if you’re not careful. He doesn’t seem like a bad guy, and under any other circumstance, this date might have been a success if it wasn’t for your heart essentially belonging to your best friend now. 

“He doesn’t know…” you look at your plate, hesitantly picking up your utensils to begin digging in. 

“Ah…so, how long has this been going on?” 

“It’s recent…” Woohyun watches you and urges you to tell your story. And just like that you unload everything that’s happened these last few weeks, not going in depth but covering all your bases so a stranger can share his opinion over the wreck that is your current love life. 

You don’t realize how nice it is to just let everything come out with someone who really won’t have any bias or personal feelings about your situation. Woohyun listens without interrupting, only asking questions for clarification but he doesn’t share his opinion yet. The meal on your plate progressively gets smaller the more you talk through your history with this complete stranger who, after all this, may not be a stranger anymore. 

“So, you basically ghosted your best friend when we got set up on that date because…?”

You're glad you switched over to water when your glass of wine was empty, “Because it means having to face the reality that I am falling in love with my best friend and that is terrifying…” you thank the waiter who picks up your plates, “and I can’t– I won’t lose him…” 

“Mhm.”

“Mhm, what? What does ‘mhm’ mean?” 

He chuckles, “I’m sure you might have been asked this before but uh,” he clears his throat, “have you ever considered he might feel the same about you?” 

You laugh, unable to stop yourself as you blush when people around you look over to your table, “No. Never, because he’s…there’s no…” you let the sentence, and confidence, die right then and there. 

“Ah, just give it one second…it’ll hit you soon enough…” Woohyun is a little shit who thinks he knows everything and maybe with good reason, because some of the truths he’s dropped on you have hit harder than ever. You sigh softly and look at him, “There it is. It’s hitting you right now, right? That maybe all this denial you’ve buried yourself under this entire time might actually hold some truth…”

“But why wouldn’t he say something?” 

He chuckles, “For the same reason you don’t want to confront what you’re feeling…at least, I think.” You wait for some enlightenment coming from Woohyun. “Because he doesn’t want to lose you. Losing you is probably the last thing he wants.” 

“I just…never thought about the fact that somehow he could maybe feel that way towards me…” you confess. 

“It never crossed your mind that for the same reason you’re not telling him anything, he’s doing the same…?” He leans his chin in his hand, staring at you. “Look, I don’t know you very well and I don’t know him, but from what you’ve told me you two are as thick as thieves, right?” You nod. “I am not gonna hold back, okay? But it sounds to me like you two are a bit slow…”

You gasp at the insult, prompting him to laugh, “Ouch! Rude much?!” 

He’s laughing while watching you, “Look, I am telling you this as a guy who tried going on a date with you who has now heard your entire dilemma? Sounds to me like you two have feelings for each other and you have no idea what to do with that information. That’s all I’m sayin’...” he shrugs.

You sit back, “Fuck you.” He laughs harder as you shush him, other guests in the restaurant staring at you two. “Shhh!! Sh!!” 

Sitting there in comfortable silence with this man you’ve just met – who under any other circumstance would have been a fantastic date – makes you reflect on where your heart is at the moment. There is no more confusion about where you are emotionally. You’re falling in love with your best friend and trying to figure out what it means for you two. 

“I can’t believe I figured it out while on a date with another guy…” you mumble.

“You’re welcome. My services are free today…” He snarks, making you chuckle. “Where is he right now?” 

You shrug, “I don’t know…I’m thinking right now he’s either home or…I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in a few days…” you admit. 

Woohyun takes his wallet out while looking at you, grinning softly, “Tonight’s on me. I had fun even if the date didn’t turn out the way I had hoped…” You are about to protest but he stops you. “Go find him. Even if nothing happens, you want to be with him tonight and it shows. You haven’t stopped blushing since mentioning him…”

Staring at him in shock you can’t help but chuckle, “Thank you, that’s very kind of you…considering…” You rub the back of your neck. 

“Do me a favour and you don’t owe it to me obviously but,” he sits straight, “don’t wait too long to do anything, because it sounds to me like you two are just so afraid of losing what you have that you are missing what could be instead if you just let things happen…” he stands up, “and stop missing out on that, mhm?”

He extends his hand and you take it, “Thank you. I don’t know if it would be weird to…stay in touch but…”

“Oh please, keep in touch. I wanna know what happens because I’m a sucker for romance and plus, I want an invite to the wedding.” He winks as he guides you out of the restaurant after paying. The nearly freezing December air chills you to the bone as you turn to Woohyun, “I’ll get you a cab. Please shoot me a text to say you made it safe…”

“I will.” You smile timidly, looking up at him as he hails you a cab with ease and opening up the door for you. “Thank you.” 

“Sure thing.” He gets you in and before shutting the door he playfully eggs on. “If you do have a friend looking to date a guy that’s decent please send her my way?” 

You burst out laughing as he shuts the door and you lower your window, “I will. I feel like that’s the least I can do now…”

He looks at you, gentlest smile on his lips before he shuts the door for you and waves you off, the cab driving off. You look back for a moment and he’s still looking at you as you smile gently to yourself. 

This was good. Meeting Woohyun was a good thing even if the date didn’t work out the way he had hoped. Given that things weren’t going to be awkward, you might have made a new friend for life. You open your phone and shoot him a quick text thanking him for being a great listener.

Woohyun [10:39 PM]: Any time! Text me when you make it safe, mhm?

The ride to Yoongi’s feels longer than it actually is. You know this because, from anywhere in the city, you’re aware of how long it takes to reach his place. But this journey gives you the time you need to mentally prepare your explanation for Yoongi about your disappearing act. You sincerely hope he understands and forgives you since neither of you is known for pulling a stunt like that. It just isn’t like you at all.

The cab comes to a full stop, startling you enough to make the driver laugh as you blush. You pay your fare and step out, staring up at the familiar building. You sigh, wrapping your coat tighter around you as you climb the stairs. You shiver when you reach the door, standing in front of it. You could let yourself in, but you hesitate. So, you knock and wait.

Nothing.

There are lights on, so you know he’s home. You shift your weight from side to side, feeling the chill settle in your bones as you knock once more and wait. Still nothing. The longer you wait, the more uneasy you feel, leading you to ring the doorbell, hoping he maybe couldn’t hear you. Just as you start considering leaving and going home, you hear his footsteps approaching the door.

The door swings open, and there he is, looking like he’s ready for bed and surprised to see you standing there at his door.

“Hey…”

“Hi…”

Yoongi hates that his first thought when he sees you is how beautiful you look. He realizes within seconds that you must have just come back from your date, and jealousy creeps up his spine at the idea of another guy enjoying your beauty this way. He doesn’t usually consider himself a jealous person, but when it comes to you lately? He hasn’t been able to stop his feelings from overwhelming him. 

But there you are in front of him, wearing a stunning outfit he hasn't seen on you before, and the way your hair cascades in gentle curls down your shoulders reminds him of how much he loves you. He’s also immediately willing to forgive and forget your lack of communication. However, judging by the look on your face, it seems to weigh heavily on you because you look concerned. 

He clears his throat and moves aside, “Come in, it’s cold..." 

You walk past him, and Yoongi tries to shake off the beginnings of his hangover as he holds your arm while you remove your heels. You look up at him as you suddenly reach your normal height, neck craning to meet his eyes, and Yoongi sighs softly as he asks if you’re okay. 

“Yeah, thank you…” 

He releases you, and you carefully step into his spot, with Yoongi following closely behind. He rubs the back of his neck, watching how timidly you shuffle around, arms crossed over your chest as you turn to face him. His eyes roam the length of your body, taking in the way the skirt you’re wearing clings to your hips and stops midway down your thighs. Damn, what a guy he is, he thinks as he wonders what it would feel like to slip his hand between your legs, and damn, he’s never let his thoughts go that far. He knows he’s in trouble now, with his feelings growing wildly out of control for you. And something else. Calm the fuck down, Yoongi.

“You okay?” 

You hum, “Mhm. Just…just wanted to see you…” 

He licks his lips, huffing a quick breath, “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.” He knew this was coming. “I felt weird spending the nights with you when I said yes to going on a date.” 

His chest tightens, “Why?” 

“I felt like I was doing something wrong…” You confess and Yoongi understands right away what you mean by that. 

“You weren’t.” 

You hum, “I know that.”

“You wanna stay over?”

He’s never seen so much hope shining in your eyes when you look up at him, “Could I?”

“Yeah, of course you can, silly.” 

The dam must break for you because you rush into his arms, crashing into his body as he wraps his arms around your waist. He lowers himself when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, Yoongi burying his face in the crook of your neck as your feet dangle when he stands at full height. 

“I missed you…” you mumble in his ear. 

He chuckles, squeezing you tighter, “I missed you too…” 

He feels your legs moving, for a moment wondering if he grabbed at one if you would wrap them around him. Yoongi wants to know what having you pressed against him that way would feel like, carrying you to bed like he’s so badly wanted to do every time you two stayed over. But instead he puts you back down, pulling back as you keep your hands on his shoulders. Yoongi shamelessly looks at you, admiring your date outfit as he plucks at the fabric of your top. 

“You look beautiful��” he meets your eyes as you gasp at his comment, blushing furiously. 

“Yeah?” 

“Why do you sound surprised?” 

Giggling, you squeeze his shoulders, “You’ve never…said that before that’s all…”

“I have. I must have.” But you’re shaking your head, making him realize he hadn’t. “I’m sorry, I should have more often…”

You shrug, “It’s okay…” 

He clears his throat, “How was the date?”

“Good. It was good.”

Yoongi’s heart sinks as he tries not to overthink it, “Yeah?”

“I’m not seeing him again, not that way any way, but yeah it was good.” You chuckle, pulling away slightly but Yoongi doesn’t let you go, pulling you against his chest. 

“Why wouldn’t you see him again if it was a good date?” He swallows thickly. 

“We hit it off more as friends, but he did say I was a ten outta ten so,” you chuckle, timidly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “I guess my ego is feeling pretty good right now, but we agreed to try being friends. He wants me to set him up on a date.” 

You seem happy with the outcome, “And you’re not upset it didn’t work out?” 

You shrug, “I honestly didn’t want to go on the date…”

He looks down at your outfit, “You look like you wanted to go on the date…”

You grin softly, laughing, “Well, what if it worked out, right? Wouldn’t hurt, so I made an effort.” 

He wants to thank your date with a lifetime amount of meals at his restaurant for turning the date friendly. He’s never been so grateful. 

“Speaking of,” you officially pull away, Yoongi missing your warmth, “could I borrow some clothes?”

Yoongi nods, taking your hand in his and tugging you to his bedroom where he finds a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, handing them to you. He sits on the bed when you disappear in his ensuite and he’s not even spread out on his bed for longer than twenty seconds when you come back out, wearing his t-shirt but still sporting your skirt. You're tugging on the edge of it when you walk to him as he sits up.

“This stupid thing is stuck again and no amount of tugging on it is doing anything. Help?” 

You stand between his legs and he swears the universe is constantly testing his resolve, testing how long it will take him before he snaps and finally does something about his feelings for you. He grabs your hips, angling you sideways as he tugs on the flimsy zipper, concentrating on the task at hand and not on the way your hand holds the back of his neck for purchase. He gives a firm tug on your hips, earning a gasp out of you as he looks up.

You’re staring at his face, lips parted and pupils wide as he smiles gently, “Got it.” You snap your eyes to his fingers and he’s tugging the zipper down, your breath visibly catching as he grins. Oh. For the first time in all the years he’s known you, Yoongi gets a hint there may just be some requited attraction between you two. He pats your hip and lets go of you, “Go get changed…”

You're holding onto your skirt as you disappear again and Yoongi puts a hand to his chest, chuckling at how hard his heart is beating in his chest. His nerves are getting the best of him, urging his brain not to overthink what’s happened between the two of you recently. 

When you come out of his ensuite again you’re dressed head to toe in his clothes, the sight making him feel warm as he looks at you. You’re both smiling gently, staring at each other. 

“You ready for bed?” 

“Mhm.” You nod.

When you both crawl into bed, you easily snuggle in his side as you hook your leg over him and he pulls you as humanly close as possible. Yoongi worries you’ll feel his heart beating out of his chest as your fingers trace patterns on his chest when you look up at him, chin on his chest when he looks down at you.

“Hey…” your voice is small, playful and even flirty. 

“Yeah, doll?” 

“Why do you call me that?” 

“You don’t like it?” 

“No! I do, I do…” you are quick to assure him, making him chuckle. “I was just wondering…”

“I like it, that’s all…” 

“We’re okay, right?” 

He licks his lips, “Yeah, always.” 

You both fall quiet, the feeling of your gentle breathing nearly lulling him to sleep as you speak up again, “I haven’t slept well these last couple of nights…”

“Yeah?” He’s surprised by your confession. 

“Mhm.” He licks his lips. “Me neither, if I’m honest.” He looks down to you as he asks, “I missed having you here…”

“Is this weird? Us…sleeping together like this…”

The question lands heavily and the air shifts in the room, “I don’t think so…I think it’s very us actually.” 

You laugh, “We’ve never done this before though…” 

“Well, I guess, even after years of friendship things can change and evolve…” 

You giggle, hiding in his chest but Yoongi cups your cheek, forces you to look up at him and you glance at his lips before meeting his eyes, “Yeah, I guess so…”

“You did look beautiful tonight…by the way…” he clears his throat, his thumb gently caressing the high point of your cheek. He feels your hand crawl its way up his chest and you do the same, cupping his cheek and gently holding him.

“Thank you…” your breath catches again, “you know what I miss? And I am aware how random this is…” you giggle.

He frowns, shaking his head, “No?”

“Your black hair.” He’s caught off guard by that one. “What?”

“I thought you liked the blonde?” He chuckles.

“Oh, I like it but I think black suits you better, makes you look more handsome.” Your hand moves from his cheek and you drag your fingers across his scalp as he moans softly at the feeling. “Okay…” you chuckle.

“Shit, sorry…that…that just felt nice…” he’s blushing, feeling warmth rushing to his face at his reaction. You do it over and over again, massaging his scalp and earning little breathy moans out of him. Yoongi is willing himself to stop but each time your nails go over the spot, he grows putty in your arms. He’s breathing softly as his eyes snap open, pulling your face up to his as he stares down at you, “Doll, I need you to stop that…” he pleads with you. 

He doesn’t realize how hard he’s breathing until he feels his chest heaving, your hand rubbing it in order to ease the intensity of his breathing. 

“Okay…” 

You’re in love with him. You’re certain of that now. 

Getting such a reaction out of him is all the evidence you needed to know he felt something for you that wasn’t just about the physical. There’s reassurance in this newfound knowledge and you feel relieved for the first time in weeks. Now, it’s all about taking the steps to explore the changes in your friendship. How do you suddenly go from being best of friends to being best of friends who are going to explore dating? Slow down, you tell yourself. You need to tell him how you feel first.

Your face is so close to his, glancing to his mouth and pulling back slightly, “You okay?”

He’s nodding, looking down at you, “Yeah, I’m sorry I just…”

You sweetly shush him, running your fingers through his hair, “It’s okay. We’re okay.” 

He slips his arm under you and around your shoulders, pulling you in closer as you end up a mess of tangled limbs hugging each other. You feel his lips against your forehead, pressing a few kisses to it as you settle like this together. A comfortable silence falls, making you believe he had fallen asleep but you feel his hands squeezing your body gently. 

“Yoongi,” he hums, “how did you know I was on a date?”

You feel him go rigid for the quickest moment before you hear him mumble, “Jimin.”

You laugh, feeling him pull back to look at you, “What a gossip, I love him…”

Yoongi looks concerned, “Was he not supposed to…?”

“Oh, no, he wasn’t under any obligation to hide it. I’m just, I’m not surprised he told you…” you’re just looking at each other, your fingers gently combing through his blonde hair. 

“What was he like?”

“Huh?”

Yoongi sighs, “Your date.”

You snicker, “He was nice. A bit older than me. Woohyun. He owns a marketing company. It was a fun dinner and I think, if anything, I made a friend, which I’m sure is not what Jiwoo hoped for.”

“Jiwoo. Nurse?” 

You shake your head, “Nah, she works in OB. Woohyun is her brother-in-law’s brother I think…”

“She wanted to be a matchmaker, huh?” He chews the inside of his cheek.

“She tried, but she maybe gave me another friend…” 

“And he was okay with that?”

Your chest feels heavy, not quite ready to tell him how Woohyun had called her out on having someone else on her mind during their date, “Yeah, there was no ‘spark’ other than it felt like talking with a friend. Honestly, it felt like one of my regular gossip sessions with Jimin.”

Yoongi chuckles, “I’m glad you at least made a friend.” he leans into your touch as you continue combing through his hair, “You weren’t too disappointed?”

“No. Not at all.” You look at him. “I went on the date to make Jiwoo happy but I was going to tell him my heart just wasn’t in it, y’know? But he caught on.”

Yoongi breathes out deeply, “Good guy.”

He almost sounds jealous, the thought making you chuckle, “He really is. He’s going to make some other girl really happy…”

“You sure you won’t have any regrets?” He looks like he regrets asking that the moment it leaves his mouth. 

Your hand stops its movement in his hair, now resting at the nape of his neck, “None. Whatsoever.” 

“Good.”

Both Yoongi and you relax, falling silent as you let sleep take over with the feeling of his hand rubbing up and down the length of your back as you snuggle closer. You don’t realize how quickly you fall asleep, just that you do.

You open your eyes with a yawn, covering your face with your arms before stretching in bed. When your hand doesn’t hit Yoongi’s body you immediately assume he’s gone to work but when you grab your phone, which he must have plugged in for you. Sitting up in bed you smile when you notice your outfit from last night neatly folded on his dresser. 

Things feel different.

You grab your phone, noting that the time is just past eight that morning. You respond to a few texts when you hear the door open, and Yoongi pokes his head in before swinging it wide as he leans in the doorway with a small smile. He has an iced Americano from the coffee shop at the end of his street and walks over to the bed, sitting in his empty spot. You scoot closer as he hands you the drink, and when your eyes meet, he glances at your lips, and you catch him in the act. You break into a smile, thanking him as you sip the divine drink he got for you. 

“Morning.” He chuckles. 

“Morning. Thank you.” You mumble with the straw between your teeth. 

He stands up again making you protest as he chuckles, “I brought breakfast, I’m just grabbing it…”

You laugh, watching him disappear before returning with a container you recognize, “You ‘brought’ breakfast. You raided your own restaurant…”

He shrugs, “Perks of being the owner?”

You scoff as he opens the container to reveal seaweed soup, “Oh yes. Thank you.” 

“Easy,” he pulls it away, “we’re sharing.” He hands you a spoon as he holds one in his other hand. 

He runs to the kitchen to grab a tray for the soup and you both have breakfast in bed, talking very little between each bite of the delicious meal he brought over. You look up at him, snorting as he looks at you.

“What?”

You shake your head, “Why haven’t you given me cooking lessons? I basically rely on you…”

He’s mid-bite, eyes squinting at you like you’ve said the most ridiculous thing on the planet, “You have me. You don’t need to think about that.”

It’s your turn to squint, staring at him, “Uh, basic life skills? Maybe I want to cook? What am I gonna do when I have a husband some day and I can’t cook him anything?”

He swirls the spoon in the soup, “Don’t worry about it. Maybe he’ll like cooking?” 

His nonchalant attitude about it makes you grin, “You little shit.” 

He chuckles as he steals your drink to steal a sip of it, handing it back to you and you can’t help but shake your head, crossing your legs as he shrugs, “What?”

“You just don’t wanna teach me.”

“That’s not it!” he insists. “You don’t need…to concern yourself with that.”

Did he just insinuate he would always be there for you to be the cook in your life? He sure did and he said it with certainty, like it was the most obvious thing. You hum, content with life as of this very moment as you sit in your best friend’s bed, eating delicious food and in his company. 

And this is what you imagine happiness to be as you look at reels on your phones, showing the funny ones that pop up on your feeds and laughing at this absurdness of it all. This is being happy. You spend the few hours before he has to go open together in bed, snacking and drinking coffee as you laugh over silly reels, talking about your date or talking about your plans for the holidays.

“So, holidays. Are we driving up together or separately?”

You snort, “Every time I try to offer going separately, we always end up going together because you wanna save on gas. So, I’m just gonna say together…”

He chuckles, “Alrighty, then.”

“Have you heard from your grandma?” You tentatively ask.

He nods, “Yeah, her doctor has her on pain management meds right now. He’s still trying to convince her to get treatment but even I’ve realized she’s not going to. She’s tired but she’s still the same, pretty much…”

“Good. I mean, that’s as good as it can be.” You smile, hoping it was comforting enough to him. “I’m glad we get to see her for a week though. It’ll be nice to see everybody.”

“Mhm. My mom is beyond happy we’re both coming down.” You smile at that, looking forward to the chaotic holiday week you were bound to have there. 

“I bet she is.” You giggle as you move closer to him. “I can’t wait to sleep in for days in a row and not have to wake up butt ass early…”

He laughs, “Don’t say that. You always end up disappointed because you’re always awake bright and early even when you’re on vacation…” 

Pouting, you grab his hand, “Let me live in the fantasy now and be disappointed later, okay?”

He laces his fingers with yours, “Alright.” He squeezes your fingers before sighing, “I should get ready to go down…” your pout makes him sigh, “are you okay staying here? Or are you working?”

“Not until tomorrow…” he unwillingly untangles his hand from yours. “I can stay if you want me to?”

“Please, I’d like that.” He stands up, looking at you. “I’m letting Jungkook close up to get him used to it, I can’t physically do these twelve hour days anymore…” 

“So, you’ll be back around…?”

He frowns, “Somewhere around seven or eight. Maybe earlier if it’s quiet…” 

You push yourself to your knees, dragging yourself to the edge of the bed as he watches you like a hawk. You surprise him when you wrap your arms around his shoulders and he latches his around your waist, pulling you closer as he buries his head in your neck. You’re both humming contentedly as you hug, feeling him squeezing you periodically before he pulls back first. 

“I’ll see you later?”

Smiling at him, you nod, “Yeah. Have a good day at work…” he squeezes your waist once more before letting go completely. You sit back in his bed as he gets ready, popping in and out of his bedroom as he waltzes in one more time to grab his charger as he looks at you. 

He walks around the bed to your side, eyes trained on you like a man on a mission as he cups your cheek and leans over to press a kiss to your forehead as you break out into such a giddy smile, your cheeks growing bright pink. 

“I’ll see you later, doll.” And with a grin, he walks out.

author’s note »» Part six is over and done with! Reader and Yoongi are being such flirts now, and I can't wait to explore more of the flirtiness these two will have! I really hope you enjoy this! I will see you all soon after I take a small break! :D

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[starkeyvhs]

gonna put my review for this delicious fic under the cut cause it long af

"Ahhh, now I get why you insisted on coming here, Country Club," Barry said with a fuckass grin as the bar’s wooden entrance door swung shut behind them.

IM HERE AND I ABSOLUTELY CANT WAIT TO DEVOUR THIS

You.

me. 😘

“Me?” Barry raised his brows in mock innocence, shaking his head with an amused snort. “Dunno what you’re trynna tell me here, big boy, but I’m just here to drink and enjoy your delightful company. I ain’t ever—“

PLEASE I CAN IMAGINE HIM SAYING THIS 😭😭😭

Shit, Rafe had been so close to getting your number—hell, you’d already pulled out your cute little notepad and pen, that teasing glint in your eyes, the first two digits already written down—and then swamp rat Barry ruined this one-in-a-million chance by almost throwing up on the counter.

LMAOOOOOO IM DONE FOR

For a moment Barry just eyed him, mouth tugged into a downward smile, then he raised his hands in surrender. “A’right, a’right, Country Club. Relax your balls.” He nodded toward the bar. “Now get ya fancy ass movin', ya girl's been eyeing the wrong guy the past five minutes.”

NAWWW MANNN

Middle-class managers leading some irrelevant departments at some irrelevant company selling irrelevant shit. And when they weren’t sitting in their sad little three-square-meter offices, drinking bad coffee and pretending their phone calls were presidential briefings, they hit up country clubs and bars, puffing cigars and sipping whiskey, trying to make up for their miserable little lives by gathering in their self-proclaimed alpha circles.

THE! 💳💥 WRITING! 💳💥 MISS! 💳💥 NORA! 💳💥

Besides, he knew you could handle yourself if you needed to. No reason to question that.

she a baddie fr 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

"Oh, yeah, I remember now," you finally said, fluttering your lashes at the stupid fucker (Rafe knew it was all an act, but that little gesture still stirred something vile in him). "Then I’m all the more confident that a man in such an important position won't mind coughing up a few extra bucks, right?" Without waiting for that pathetic clown's response, you slid the drink across the counter toward him, your voice slipping back into your true tone. "Just leave it on the bill later, sweetheart."

she the type of person whose edits i drool over fr

Acting as if Rafe wasn't here. Ha. Funny. Fucking hilarious.

😘

"Fucker's not my boyfriend", Rafe said.

LMAO YALL SURE ABOUT THAT

With a raised brow, you finally spared him a glance, that cheeky smile playing on your lips. “You sure? You two come in here every week, giggling like schoolgirls over god-knows-what, drinking the same kind of beer, and now you even got matching buzzcuts.” A chuckle escaped you. “Surprised you’re not wearing each other’s names around your wrists.”

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“For you, always,” you said grinning, scribbling something down, then looked up at Rafe with an expectant expression. “And you, handsome?”

Rafe blinked.

Wait, what.

🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝

More like cockblocking Rafe but yeah, same fucking thing.

I CANT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

But swamp rat Barry claiming Rafe actually had a shot with you? That shit lit something in him. A wave of energy crashing through him, almost feeling as good as snorting a line (yeah yeah, Rafe was clean now, but the comparison still fit).

the swamp rat barry is sENDING ME 😭😭😭

"Man, am I glad I'm not your boyfriend," Barry muttered, reaching over to pull his snack bowl back and skimming the menu.

BYE IM SO GONE FR

“—that’s why it’s important to put them in their place, alright?”, the bastard continued preaching. “Women want someone they can follow. It’s natural they seek a man who protects them and cares for them.” He tapped the counter aggressively. “Wonder why there are no female presidents yet? Exactly! We are born leaders.”

🖕🖕🖕

Rafe's blood boiled just beneath the surface. He hadn't heard this level of fucked-up nonsense in a LONG time. Last time, some cocky little shit at the boxing club thought he had a chance against Rafe. Like, was there something in the air lately making people extra fucking stupid?

he's so done w like, everyone 😭😭😭😭 (except r 🌝)

Shit, why did that make the funniest feeling arise in his chest? He felt like some schoolgirl going insane over her crush.

HIHIHHIHIHIHIHIHIHIH

And the genuine laugh that escaped your usually bold mouth felt like snorting three lines in a row (nah, fr, Rafe was clean, alright).

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"Shiiit, dude," Barry said with the biggest grin ever, gulping down a sip of his shitty-ass Modelo. "I think I just third-wheeled some telepathic sex right here. Might as well thank me for giving ya the nudge."

"TELEPATHIC SEX" GOOD FUCKING BYEEAJSKSKAKSKAKAKAKS

"Say that again." Rafe had now fully turned toward the two sorry-ass losers, head leaning forward, eyes locked on the bastard behind the clown.

mannnn if I was there i would've started my "fight! fight! fight! fight!" FR 😋

"Bullshit’s spilling out of you like this place is a fucking stable," Rafe replied with a crooked smile. "So yeah, it does concern me when your shit's reeking all the way to my seat."

AND I OOP-

“Finish that sentence, and your loser friend can go ahead and reserve you a hospital bed.” Rafe’s voice had dropped to a low edge, his expression far too calm for how close he was to dragging that fucker’s face across the counter.

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THATS SO HOT BYE

Rafe let out a disbelieving scoff, raising his brows as he gestured toward the fucker's feet. "Socks matching the color of your cheap-ass suit. Lemme guess: trying to appear taller to compensate for your poor little ego and tiny cock. I mean, shit", Rafe ran a hand over his buzzed hair, grinning crookedly as his gaze zeroed in on the guy’s forehead, "Even your fucking hairline’s running away from the bullshit coming out of your mouth."

CLOCK EM BITCHHHHHHH

He turned his head back, eyes daring to look you over as he let out a disdainful scoff. When he made a hushing motion with his hand, he said "Do me a favor, woman, and--"

he done for fr

Rafe’s fist collided with the asshole’s face, a sickening crack echoing through the air—nearly as satisfying as your chuckle just right now.

HEHE KNEW ITTTTTT

“Rafe Cameron.”

his name has sm aura fr (please i sound like a gentle alpha kid bye)

Rafe let out an amused breath, clapping the bastard’s chest. “Shit, see? Easy. Now you do the same shit at home and question your morals and maybe hell’s promoting your room just a level.”

if I was there (pt. 2) i would hollering for him u best believe that

“You made the mess, you clean it,” you said firmly with your arms crossed—very clearly talking to Rafe only. Then, with that familiar amusement back in your voice, you added, “Want me to grab you an apron too?”

HAHA I LOVE HER

Honestly? For you, he’d probably even get on his knees and scrub the floor in an apron if you asked for it.

oh he GONE gone

Rafe Cameron, CEO of Cameron Estates and local boxing champ, ready to start a new career path as cleaning lady? Inquiries welcome.

LMAOOOOO

NORAAAAAAA!!!!! THIS WAS SO FUCKING AMAZING OMGGG!!!! I loved reader, I loved rafe, I loved barry, I love the entire setting, the plot, EVERYTHING!!!! your writing is so amazing and I didn't even realise when I finished reading 6.4k words like!!!!! I just whooshed past them!!!!! AND I LOVEDDDD THE NOTEPAD GRAPHIC ITS SO CUTE 💘💘💘 the dialogues are extremely witty and exceptionally well written, and I can imagine the characters saying them 💞💞 SUCH AN AMAZING WORK BABY!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

the bastard & the clown

★ P A I R I N G ★ boxer!rafe cameron x witty!barkeeper!reader + some platonic barry x reader

★ S U M M A R Y ★ you’re working a regular shift at the bar you run when rafe and barry drop by for a chill night out. but when a pair of men at the counter start running their mouths, rafe puts one specific bastard politely in his place.

★ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ★ rafe's pov, cursing / strong language, mild suggestive language and themes, (verbal) themes of toxic masculinity/sexism/misogyny/domestic violence/tradwife, semi jealous!rafe, also flustered!rafe hihihi, physical violence (a punch) & mentions of blood

★ W O R D C O U N T ★ 6.4k+ (it was supposed to be 3k help)

★ A / N ★ been wanting to introduce this duo in a while now and thought they could fit @zyafics campaign. also, thought it'd be ironic if rafe got to put some asshole in his place who basically represents some of these twisted versions of him. a lot longer than intended but i got a little carried away. also only proofread twice so pls don't mind any context mistakes. anyway, hope you guys enjoy and lmk what you think <3

ps: idk if it gets clear throughout the fic (or the title hahahah) but each man at the counter is assigned a term. so don't get confused, 'clown' always refers to one guy and 'bastard' to the other.

xx ᓚᘏᗢ

R. C. M A S T E R L I S T | T A G L I S T F O R M

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"Ahhh, now I get why you insisted on coming here, Country Club," Barry said with a fuckass grin as the bar’s wooden entrance door swung shut behind them.

The two of them just came back from a boxing session, freshly showered, and now in need of some time out.

Rafe followed that idiot's gaze, a scowl already forming on his face.

The Bastard’s Lighter was packed with a mixed crowd of shitty people, the air thick with smoke and the sharp bite of cheap whiskey. Round tables glowed under soft golden lighting, casting gentle shadows over laughing assholes and clusters of sweet girls beneath them.

Some of those girls had even turned their heads when the two of them walked in, flashing Rafe pretty smiles and giggles in their cute little summer dresses (god, how he loved this season for exactly that). They were probably hoping he’d come over and talk to one of them.

But he didn't give a shit about them.

Why should he? Because at the far end of the room, the bar awaited—a silver-lit, crescent-shaped counter with high stools offering seats with the view on the best part of this entire place.

You.

The hot bartender with the cheeky laugh and teasing smiles, the one who could outdrink any bastard who dared challenge you.

Or better: the girl Rafe had come here for tonight.

That scowl threatening to creep onto his face quickly disappeared, replaced by a faint smile and softened gaze.

"Come on, loverboy," Barry chuckled, clapping a hand on Rafe’s shoulder and nudging him forward. "Don’t wanna keep your lady waiting. Might be some other slick bastard trying his luck.”

And the scowl was right back.

Rafe turned around with a tilt of his head, eyes squinted, a crooked smile playing on his lips as he tapped Barry’s chest. “You fucker behave tonight, alright?”

“Me?” Barry raised his brows in mock innocence, shaking his head with an amused snort. “Dunno what you’re trynna tell me here, big boy, but I’m just here to drink and enjoy your delightful company. I ain’t ever—“

“Just keep count of your fucking drinks, yeah?”, Rafe said, brows furrowed as he held Barry's stupid grin. “You falling from the stool tonight, I’ll leave you there. I'm not dealing with the same shit as last time.”

Shit, Rafe had been so close to getting your number—hell, you’d already pulled out your cute little notepad and pen, that teasing glint in your eyes, the first two digits already written down—and then swamp rat Barry ruined this one-in-a-million chance by almost throwing up on the counter.

Idiot hadn't just embarrassed himself, trying to drink a dockworker the size of a bear under the table, but Rafe as well. And right in front of you on top of that.

Barry was lucky Rafe had even let him tag along tonight. He would’ve preferred bringing Kelce this time—that idiot at least knew how to be a decent wingman—but he was on some kind of detox bullshit and wouldn’t go near fast food or booze right now.

Barry let out a lazy chuckle. “Not my fault for—“

“I don’t give a shit”, Rafe cut him off, passive-aggressively fixing the crease he’d caused on Barry's tank top with a one-sided smile. “Don’t act like a clown, and I won’t treat you like one. Can’t be that hard, right?”

For a moment Barry just eyed him, mouth tugged into a downward smile, then he raised his hands in surrender. “A’right, a’right, Country Club. Relax your balls.” He nodded toward the bar. “Now get ya fancy ass movin', ya girl's been eyeing the wrong guy the past five minutes.”

Shit, what.

Rafe’s head snapped around.

Aw, hell no, fuck that.

There you were, a few meters down, chatting with some greasy fucker in his late forties, dressed in a cheap-ass Suitsupply suit (yeah, Rafe could smell that offense from across the room). And it wasn’t just one bastard you were serving with that practiced little smile—knowing full well they were disgusting pricks but also well aware you could squeeze some good profit out of them—but another one of this breed sat right beside him.

Rafe only saw the backs of their heads in those terrible excuses for suits, but he could still make out the balding patches from over here (not to mention the probably receding hairlines). He didn’t need to see their faces to know exactly how they were looking at you—lecherous grins and eyes creeping over places they had no business looking.

He knew their type. He'd seen men like these at business events of his dad.

Middle-class managers leading some irrelevant departments at some irrelevant company selling irrelevant shit. And when they weren’t sitting in their sad little three-square-meter offices, drinking bad coffee and pretending their phone calls were presidential briefings, they hit up country clubs and bars, puffing cigars and sipping whiskey, trying to make up for their miserable little lives by gathering in their self-proclaimed alpha circles.

And the worst part? They probably had a sweet wife and kids waiting at home, but instead chose to sit at a bar ogling the boobs and butt of a bartender in her twenties.

Pathetic losers.

Rafe's fingers were already twitching as he followed after Barry. And of course, as lucky as he was, only three stools left at the bar. Right next to those wannabe CEOs.

Fucking great.

Barry plopped down next to some sweet girl while Rafe had no choice but to sit down beside one of the pricks—at least one stool of space between them.

He would’ve loved nothing more than to just chase them off, but he didn’t wanna cause a scene in front of you. And, judging by the stack of glasses in front of them, you were at least making decent money off these pricks.

Besides, he knew you could handle yourself if you needed to. No reason to question that.

“Be right with you, boys,” you said with a cheeky grin, not even looking up as you mixed one of the losers a Jack & Coke (a pathetic drink for a pathetic clown).

God, but the way you worked the bottles so smoothly, not spilling a single drop. Rafe could watch you behind the bar for hours, soaking up your energy and that laugh.

“No worries, Boss,” Barry called back, matching your grin and already reaching for a peanut bowl next to him. “Got allll the time in the world.”

That stupid-ass nickname of his even made you laugh, making a soft smile creep onto Rafe’s face too.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” the clown next to Rafe slurred, voice already half gone, as you slid the glass toward him (Rafe could feel his blood pressure spike the second that fucker tried sneaking a look down your top).

You let out a light breath, pulling the drink back with a raised brow. “Aww, didn’t you see? ‘Sweetheart’ isn’t on the menu. Unless you’re cool with paying ten bucks for it every time.”

The clown had the audacity to gasp. “What? No way. Not happening.”

“Shame,” you said, pretending to pout. “You looked like a guy who could afford it.” You shrugged and started pulling the drink back again. “But I guess I was wrong—”

“I am!” the guy cut in, nodding like a maniac. “CEO of Bulk & Bloom. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”

Rafe almost burst out laughing. That fuckass health/gym/whatever store Kelce swore by? That's what he was CEO of? Most embarrassing shit Rafe had heard all month.

You tilted your head with a pondering expression, face all scrunched up like you were desperately trying to remember the sad little company he worked at (god, the way you played that clown, milking him for cash—shit was so fucking hot).

"Oh, yeah, I remember now," you finally said, fluttering your lashes at the stupid fucker (Rafe knew it was all an act, but that little gesture still stirred something vile in him). "Then I’m all the more confident that a man in such an important position won't mind coughing up a few extra bucks, right?" Without waiting for that pathetic clown's response, you slid the drink across the counter toward him, your voice slipping back into your true tone. "Just leave it on the bill later, sweetheart."

As soon as you turned to face Rafe and Barry, Rafe straightened up, unable to hide a smile as your pretty eyes landed on him for a second—

—before your gaze fell on swamp rat Barry.

“B!” A wide grin spread across your face as you leaned against the lower bar with one hand, the other resting on your hip. “Good to see you. You recovered from last time? Looked pretty rough.”

Acting as if Rafe wasn't here. Ha. Funny. Fucking hilarious.

Barry nodded, swallowing a handful of peanuts. “Sure as hell did, Boss. Shouldn’t have mixed my drinks so heavy.”

You chuckled, a sweet sound Rafe wished had been directed at him. "Nah, you shouldn't have participated in a drinking game with Big Ol' Hank."

“Could’ve warned me about the guy’s skills. Man’s a bear,” Barry said, shaking his head with a lopsided smile.

You turned and pointed toward a portrait on the wall behind you—a big, grumpy-looking dude. Below him, a golden plaque read: Keeper of the Lighter since 1977. His fire never died, and neither did his thirst.

“I’m pretty sure that should've been warning enough,” you replied, amused, as you turned back to them, nodding toward Rafe. “Lucky your boyfriend walked you home that night. Would’ve been a real shame to find you washed up dead on the shore the next morning.”

"Fucker's not my boyfriend", Rafe said.

With a raised brow, you finally spared him a glance, that cheeky smile playing on your lips. “You sure? You two come in here every week, giggling like schoolgirls over god-knows-what, drinking the same kind of beer, and now you even got matching buzzcuts.” A chuckle escaped you. “Surprised you’re not wearing each other’s names around your wrists.”

Fuck that.

Rafe had the buzzcut first and a week later fucking Barry decided to chop off his hair too, for whatever fucking reason.

The worst part? You might actually believe Rafe was taken now.

“Boy’s lips probably taste like shit from kissing his daddy’s ass,” Barry said before Rafe could reply, and the fucker was lucky Rafe didn’t deck him right then and there. "Ain't wanna get involved with that mess."

Not a wingman. A fucking clipman, cutting off any chance Rafe might’ve had with you.

“I’m not—” Rafe started with a deep frown, but shut his mouth when some girl at the far end of the bar called your name.

“Coming!” you called back, then turned to Rafe with a teasing little smile in your eyes. “Sorry, Ralph, no time for—”

"Rafe."

“Right. Anyway,” you said, grabbing your notepad and pen from your waist. “The usual, I assume? Two Modelos?”

Barry nodded and motioned to the empty peanut bowl. “And refill this, would you?”

“For you, always,” you said grinning, scribbling something down, then looked up at Rafe with an expectant expression. “And you, handsome?”

Rafe blinked.

Wait, what.

Shit, why the fuck did he feel his cheeks heat up and why the fuck did you eye him like that? Like you were staring straight into his damn soul.

Rafe let out a baffled chuckle, scratching his jaw with furrowed brows. "Uh, PBR this time."

“Oh, feeling adventurous today, I see,” you teased with a grin, jotting it down. You quickly refilled Barry’s snack bowl and left with a “Be right back.”

Rafe’s eyes trailed after you, drinking up the way your hips swayed as you walked—sweet yet confident. That whole attitude of yours… shit was driving him absolutely crazy.

After Wheezie, you were probably the coolest girl Rafe had ever met. Always so unbothered, quick-witted, cheeky, and with the perfect flirt-to-roast ratio.

And Rafe still hadn't bagged you. Shit was starting to get embarrassing.

"Boy's in love."

Rafe’s gaze snapped to Barry, who was watching him with a way too shit-eating grin for someone who’d just narrowly avoided a punch to the face.

“You know if you’re trying to get your ass beat tonight, you’re on the right track,” Rafe said, tilting his head with a crooked smile.

Barry just chuckled and reached for another peanut, but Rafe grabbed the shitty-ass bowl and moved it out of reach.

“I’m serious, dude,” he said, gesturing to his chest with both hands. “Told you not to clown around tonight, and you go spouting bullshit like I’m not right here.”

Like, what the fuck was that ass-kissing comment about? Seriously.

“What?” Barry raised a brow, grinning as he leaned on the counter. “Don’t tell me Country Club’s scared I’ll shoo away his girl.”

More like cockblocking Rafe but yeah, same fucking thing.

“All I’m fucking saying is—” Rafe started, but Barry waved him off before he could finish.

"You’ve already almost won the race, bro, a’right," he said with that fuckass smile, jerking his thumb back toward where you were chatting with some other chick. "You think Little Miss Bar Queen would bother exchanging more than just your order with you if she didn’t already consider you rocking her world, at least a little?"

For a second, Rafe just stared at the idiot.

Could that be true? Were you actually interested in Rafe? Sure, you’d been cool enough to (almost) give him your number last time, but not even remembering his fucking name now… that shit felt like a punch straight to the gut.

Okay, shit, yeah, of course, you served all kinds of people every day, some shittier than others, and of course, there were guys in the mix who liked you just as much as Rafe did. A blind man could see how fucking gorgeous you were.

And of fucking course you'd flirt back. That’s just how you were. And as much as it gnawed at Rafe’s chest, as much as it stirred something deep and ugly in his gut, it wasn’t all that unlikely that you gave your number out to other guys too.

But swamp rat Barry claiming Rafe actually had a shot with you? That shit lit something in him. A wave of energy crashing through him, almost feeling as good as snorting a line (yeah yeah, Rafe was clean now, but the comparison still fit).

Shit, okay, so maybe he needed a new approach. Maybe he just had to—

"--beat up my wife if she'd dared talk to me like that", the bastard beside the clown said loud enough for Rafe to hear.

Shit, what the fuck?

"I'm serious," the bastard continued his bullshit, talking to the clown. "You let every woman talk to you like that, and pretty soon they start thinking they own you. When in reality, it's the other way around, ain't it?"

The clown nodded, letting out a sigh. “Yeah, yeah I guess you’re right, Tommy, I just—“

“What’s with the scowl, bro?” Barry said, ripping Rafe out of the retarded convo next to him. “Tried cheering your sulky ass up and here you are—“

Rafe shushed him with a wave, brows deeply furrowed. “Shut the fuck up for one second.”

"Man, am I glad I'm not your boyfriend," Barry muttered, reaching over to pull his snack bowl back and skimming the menu.

Fuckass.

“—that’s why it’s important to put them in their place, alright?”, the bastard continued preaching. “Women want someone they can follow. It’s natural they seek a man who protects them and cares for them.” He tapped the counter aggressively. “Wonder why there are no female presidents yet? Exactly! We are born leaders.”

Oh, Rafe was this close to getting up and smashing that fucker in the face, knocking a few teeth out, and giving him a pretty little black eye to match. His knuckles were still warm from earlier, would be a shame not to put that last burst of energy to use.

But nah.

He held himself back. Now he was curious. Let that asshole keep talking. Maybe he was witnessing the dumbest fucker in world history present himself right here, and Rafe wasn’t about to miss that celebration.

"Guess that makes sense," the clown slurred, swirling his half-empty Jack & Coke. "Harris is always bitching about me getting home late and not helping with the chores. I think I just gotta remind her of her role in this family, right?"

The bastard knocked on the wooden counter, a filthy chuckle escaping his lips. "You get it, man! She's working remote, right? So what's she complaining about? Got all the time in the world to prep the house for when you get home."

Rafe's blood boiled just beneath the surface. He hadn't heard this level of fucked-up nonsense in a LONG time. Last time, some cocky little shit at the boxing club thought he had a chance against Rafe. Like, was there something in the air lately making people extra fucking stupid?

The clown sighed, staring into his drink. "I just don't know how to—"

"Okay, beautifuls, sorry it took so long." The sweet sound of your voice yanked Rafe out of this retard bubble. "Former high school friend decided to say hi."

With a soft thud, you placed two bottles of beer in front of the guys. The Modelo you slid over to Barry. "Here you go, B." And the PBR to Rafe, a bolt of lightning surging through him as you winked at him. "And this one for his cute boyfriend." You leaned back, drying your hands on the rag at your hip. "Anything else?"

Rafe blinked.

Cute!

Shit, why did that make the funniest feeling arise in his chest? He felt like some schoolgirl going insane over her crush.

Get a fucking grip, dude. Jesus.

"Get his fancy ass some ice," Barry mumbled, mouth full of peanuts, thumbing toward Rafe. "Boy decided to go gloveless at training today. Now he's hurting but too proud to admit it."

Rafe was gonna kill Barry the moment they stepped outside. Sure, his knuckles were still throbbing, but he wasn't hurt. What the fuck was that swamp rat even on?

Your soft chuckle melted Rafe's scowl, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah? Wanna let me take a closer look when I'm done here? I'm sure you could use someone to tape that up after such a session."

Oh?

A breathy laugh escaped Rafe as he raised a brow, nerves buzzing under his skin. "What, you some kind of part-time sports therapist or some shit?"

"No, but my aunt is," you said with a grin, tilting your head. "Picked up a few things from her. And I'm guessing it's real tough to reach your back on your own."

Fuck yeah. Now Rafe had officially been allowed in the ring.

"Alright," he said, smiling crookedly, fingers picking at the beer label. "When's your shift over?"

"As soon as the place closes down," you replied, grinning. "Guess you'll have to stick around for a few more hours."

Oh, you could bet your sweet little ass he would.

Rafe shrugged, corners of his mouth tugging down as he shook his head lightly. "I'm free." Then mirrored your grin. "Seats here are kinda shit, but I guess the view makes up for it."

And the genuine laugh that escaped your usually bold mouth felt like snorting three lines in a row (nah, fr, Rafe was clean, alright).

"Okay, then," you said, nodding at the beers. "If you need anything else, just holler. Got other customers to tend to."

With that, you spun your cheeky ass around and walked down to the other side of the bar where some old ladies were sitting.

"Shiiit, dude," Barry said with the biggest grin ever, gulping down a sip of his shitty-ass Modelo. "I think I just third-wheeled some telepathic sex right here. Might as well thank me for giving ya the nudge."

Rafe scoffed with a shake of his head, taking a sip of his PBR and immediately regretting his choice of beer. "You can thank me for not beating the shit out of you later."

A giggle left Barry's lips and whatever smart-ass reply he threw back, Rafe didn't register, because right next to him, three seats down, he caught the bastard tossing another comment to his clown friend.

"See, Frank, and that girl right there?" Oh, that fucker meant you, huh. "Pitiful. Probably no man at home to teach her not to swing her ass around other men in public. Sad what girls are turning into."

"Say that again." Rafe had now fully turned toward the two sorry-ass losers, head leaning forward, eyes locked on the bastard behind the clown.

Both looked up. The clown blinked, confused. The bastard raised a brow like he couldn’t believe someone had just interrupted their little alpha circle jerk.

"Sorry?" the bastard said, eyeing Rafe up and down like he was sizing up if the boy in a polo and shorts deserved to be taken seriously.

Rafe nodded, letting out a sharp scoff. "Yeah, you're gonna be sorry if you open that fucking mouth of yours one more time."

The bastard's face scrunched up and in that moment he seemed to decide Rafe was beneath him. "Boy, best not get involved in things that don't concern you."

That’s when Rafe knew for sure: this asshole was getting punched tonight. Just a matter of when.

"Bullshit’s spilling out of you like this place is a fucking stable," Rafe replied with a crooked smile. "So yeah, it does concern me when your shit's reeking all the way to my seat."

The clown was already sinking into his stool, but the bastard apparently thought Rafe was the joke here. He let out a disbelieving breath, not even looking at Rafe anymore as he turned to the clown, gesturing in Rafe’s direction. “See that, Frank? That’s what happens when a father doesn’t raise his son right. His mother was probably—”

“Finish that sentence, and your loser friend can go ahead and reserve you a hospital bed.” Rafe’s voice had dropped to a low edge, his expression far too calm for how close he was to dragging that fucker’s face across the counter.

The fucking audacity—not just dragging you and his dad through the mud, but now even throwing Rafe’s dead mother in too?

“Rafe, bro, come on,” Barry said from behind. “Idiots like him ain’t worth it.”

But Rafe spared him no mind, gaze fixed on the bastard three seats down.

The clown of the duo just looked between them, then down at his sad little Jack & Coke like he hadn’t just sat in the middle of all this shit, like he hadn’t co-signed every word his bastard friend had said. (Don’t worry—Rafe would deal with his sorry ass later.)

“I know your type, boy,” the bastard went on, eyeing Rafe’s clothes again (if only he knew Rafe owned socks that cost more than his entire outfit). “Dropped out of school, probably had some rebellious phase, and of course no real man around to beat you into shape. What a shame. Society’s raised nothing but soft little men these days.”

Rafe tilted his head slightly, brows raised in mock confusion. “Funny hearing that from a pathetic loser like you. Talking about ‘real men’ like you even qualify.”

As soon as the bastard started laughing, Rafe was on his feet, brushing off Barry's hand as he stepped around the clown. He let out an amused breath and rubbed his jaw with a shake of his head as he came to a stop in front of the bastard. "Not sure what's so funny about that."

The drunk clown nearly tripped over himself pushing himself off the stool, mumbling something about needing to piss as he staggered away. The bastard only furrowed his brow, watching his loser friend stumble off.

“What do you know about being a man?” he spat, turning back to Rafe, the wrinkles in his face bunching up like worn-out leather. He nodded toward Barry. “Your friend’s a pogue by the looks of it, and you...” His eyes dropped to Rafe’s sneakers. “Either the same breed or some kook who lost his crown.”

What the actual fuck was even going on in this fucker's brain? Fucking apes had more relevant shit to say than him.

"Yeah, talking reaal big for a guy with a knockoff Armani suit two sizes too big for a small fucker like you," Rafe snorted, eyeing the bastard down for a second. "Suit's fake, Rolex fake, shoes look like you got 'em from TKMinimum, and what's that?"

Rafe let out a disbelieving scoff, raising his brows as he gestured toward the fucker's feet. "Socks matching the color of your cheap-ass suit. Lemme guess: trying to appear taller to compensate for your poor little ego and tiny cock. I mean, shit", Rafe ran a hand over his buzzed hair, grinning crookedly as his gaze zeroed in on the guy’s forehead, "Even your fucking hairline’s running away from the bullshit coming out of your mouth."

Sure, Rafe could've given him some preaching about how to treat women and how fucking stupid his fuckass worldview was but that idiot was too far gone already and the only way to put him in his place was to question his entire appearance.

That's what guys like him actually cared about. Not morals, not decency, just how they appeared in public and whether everyone saw just how glorious and wealthy they were.

And the way that pathetic loser looked at Rafe now? Worth more than all the silver, gold, or diamonds in the entire damn world.

And then the cherry on top: your chuckle from behind the bastard—light and effortless, like the ring of a bell announcing Rafe's victory after a boxing match.

Rafe hadn't even noticed you coming up but now he felt like a fucking winner getting to put a fucker like that in his place in front of you AND getting that sweet sound out of you for the second time tonight.

And then, that bastard made the biggest fucking mistake of his entire pitiful life.

He turned his head back, eyes daring to look you over as he let out a disdainful scoff. When he made a hushing motion with his hand, he said "Do me a favor, woman, and--"

Rafe’s fist collided with the asshole’s face, a sickening crack echoing through the air—nearly as satisfying as your chuckle just right now.

The guy let out a sharp gasp as he stumbled back from his stool, hands flying up to his broken nose just in time to catch the blood now spilling over his fingers and lips. He crashed chest-first onto the seat next to him, bleeding all over the supposedly precious leather cushion.

The area around the bar went dead silent, except for a group of girls giggling about something in the back and fucking Nickelback playing on the speakers.

Rafe quietly met your gaze as he rubbed at his throbbing knuckles, while the bastard on the floor dramatically moaned like he’d been shot instead of just having his nose broken.

And you cheeky little thing only raised your eyebrows at Rafe, the faintest smile playing on your lips. “I’m pretty sure the house rules say no fights.”

Oh, how much Rafe loved that glimmer in your eyes.

"And I'm pretty sure it needs two for a fight", Rafe replied with a scoff and gestured to the sorry-ass loser clutching onto the stool. "Bastard's nowhere near to even be considered a walking vendor for a match, let alone a contestant."

“Shit, Country Club, this ain’t no damn boxing ring,” Barry chimed in with a chuckle, tossing the bleeding bastard a wad of tissues onto the stool beside him. “Bro, you’re staining the seats.”

The groaning bastard finally pushed himself up and knocked the tissues off the stool, one hand clutched to his nose, blood running through his fingers and dripping onto his knockoff suit and cheap-ass shoes.

Aww, and even a bloodshot eye—how unfortunate.

Now that was a picture worthy of being framed behind the bar. Gold plaque underneath: Biggest Retard in the Universe (since birth probably).

“You’ll be hearing from my lawyer, you little shit,” the bastard groaned, eyes watery from the punch, glaring at Rafe with a face so twisted, he looked like he was mid-way through busting the world’s saddest nut.

Rafe almost let out a giggle. Instead, he just nodded, lips curled. “Looking forward to it. Be so kind and address it straight to Thornton LLP, yeah?” And on the bastard’s delightfully baffled expression, Rafe piled on: “A very busy man, but if he sees my name on the envelope, I’m sure you’ll get priority.”

The bastard’s jaw clenched, and he let out another theatrical groan. “And that would be?”

“Rafe Cameron.”

Boom.

That was when it finally clicked in that baboon brain of his. Face pale, eyes wide as he realized just how far beneath Rafe he actually was in this little imaginary hierarchy of his. Fucker looked close to either pissing himself or throwing up just thinking about how expensive his own lawyer would be if he actually pulled through with his complaint.

A crooked smile played on Rafe’s lips as he raised his brows. “Need me to write it down for you?”

The bastard just stared blankly at him, and shit, even had the nerve to look over Rafe’s clothes again, like he couldn’t believe some dude in a basic polo and shorts was the CEO of Cameron Estates and Ward Cameron’s son.

“A'right, my guy,” Barry said, pushing off from his stool and grabbing the bastard’s shoulder. “Guess that was ya cue to leave. Pretty sure ya got plenty of paperwork waiting back at home now.”

“Get your filthy hands off me,” the bastard spat, shoving Barry’s hand away—and that alone nearly made Rafe punch him again, give him a matching bruise on the other side. “Fucking pogue. Thinks he has any say around here.”

“No, but I do.” Your voice rang out from behind the bar, hands braced on the lower ledge, an amused smile on your face. “Looks like you should call it a night, mister.” Grin deepening. “Not before you pay, though. For you and your sweetheart of a husband, of course.”

Barry said something like “I’ll get him, Boss,” and strolled off toward the restrooms.

The bastard’s chest rose and fell, face as red as the blood on it. “Back in my day, a bitch like you—”

“Shiiit, man,” Rafe chuckled low, grabbing the fucker by the shoulder and patting his chest. “You’re really asking for it right now, huh?”

Oh, and Rafe drank in that anger and fear in the guy’s eyes up like liquid coke, too scared to shove Rafe off.

Rafe nodded toward you with a crooked grin. “You’re gonna apologize to the nice lady now, pay for the drinks you and your loser buddy have downed, and then get your pathetic asses outta here.” He raised his brows with a smile. “Sound good?”

Bastard already opened his mouth but Rafe shook his head, tapping his chest with a finger, grip on his shoulder getting just a little firmer. “You’re lucky if all that bullshit earlier was just talk. Otherwise, I’m sure the cops would love a chat with that wife you bragged about beating.”

That silenced that fucker very quickly.

Rafe raised his eyebrows, waiting. “I mean, unless you need a second reminder—”

“I-I’m sorry”, the bastard blurted out.

“Nah,” Rafe said with a shake of his head, gesturing from himself to you. “Don’t tell me that shit. Apologize to her.”

A chuckle escaped your lips as the bastard finally met your gaze, brows scrunched into a pained grimace. “I’m sorry.”

Rafe let out an amused breath, clapping the bastard’s chest. “Shit, see? Easy. Now you do the same shit at home and question your morals and maybe hell’s promoting your room just a level.”

And the fact that that was apparently the scariest idea to this asshole? Not surprising. Guys like him always preached about God and then used it as an excuse for all the shit they did.

“There ya go,” Barry said as he came back in, dragging the drunk clown from earlier along. By the looks and stench of him, he’d just thrown up. “Now go over there and give the lady a generous tip, a’right?”

He did. Both of these fuckers, as a matter of fact.

Rafe and Barry both watched over their shoulders as each of the two reluctantly pulled out a $200 bill (surprised they even had those—then again, probably received them at some sad little business anniversary).

You flashed a big smile as you accepted that 60% tip. “Thanks, dearies. Hope you had a fun night.”

Rafe didn’t even let them respond, just politely kicked the bastard toward the door while Barry dragged the clown along after him.

Outside, the same clown stumbled forward and hit the pavement, landing on hands and knees in a puddle after Barry gave him a friendly shove. “Shit, bro, nobody told you the South Side ain’t no place for suits?”

“Don't think those cheap-ass knockoffs even deserve that term,” Rafe scoffed, then nodded at Barry to head back in. He didn’t want to spend another second around these losers.

Shit felt like a stain on Rafe’s evening.

Back at the bar, they were greeted by a bucket of soapy water, a pair of old gloves, and a sponge. The vibe in the place? Completely back to normal.

“You made the mess, you clean it,” you said firmly with your arms crossed—very clearly talking to Rafe only. Then, with that familiar amusement back in your voice, you added, “Want me to grab you an apron too?”

Rafe chuckled, mouth twitching into a downward grin. “You’d love that, huh?”

Oh, and that cheeky little laugh you let out? Priceless.

You tossed the rag in your hand over your shoulder, shrugging. “Nothing hotter than watching a man do chores.”

Honestly? For you, he’d probably even get on his knees and scrub the floor in an apron if you asked for it.

Fucking shit. What.

Alright, Barry had definitely hit Rafe too hard in today’s training. Now it was catching up to him, frying his brain into thinking shit like that.

“Yeah, nah,” Rafe said with a strained chuckle, running a hand over his buzzed hair. “I got this.”

A laugh slipped from your lips, nodding. “Alright. You two enjoy the rest of your night. I’ve got guests to take care of.”

“Wait!” Rafe called after you just as you were turning to leave. “Your offer—it still stands, right?”

Geez, what the fuck was up with his voice? Suddenly almost desperate. Even fucking Barry chuckled beside him.

And you? You just shot Rafe that signature teasing smile of yours, flashing your white teeth as a chuckle escaped you that made Rafe’s stomach tingle in all the right ways.

“The stool won’t clean itself, boxer boy,” you said, then turned that sweet ass of yours around and walked over to some new guests at a table in the back.

Was that a yes?

Shit, that had to be a yes. Otherwise, you’d have said No, right? Right???

"A'right bro, you have fun cleaning that shit up", Barry said as he patted Rafe's shoulder. "I'll go have a chit chat with the lady that's been eyeing me the whole night."

Rafe grimaced. "That just some bullshit excuse to dip?"

As much as Barry pissed him off, he did fuck with his ass. And now he wanted to bail after Rafe had allowed him to come along? The fuck was that.

Barry chuckled. “Ain’t goin’ far, Country Club. See,” he pointed toward a smiley redhead near the entrance—one of the girls who had turned around earlier. “I’ll be just around the corner. No need to panic about being orphaned." He smiled lazily. "Besides, I’ve had enough of third-wheeling ya and Little Miss Bar Queen eye-fucking each other.”

Fuckass.

Fine. Let him dip.

Rafe furrowed his brows and waved Barry off with a flick of his hand. “Aight. Go do your thing, then.”

After the swamp rat called Barry had strutted off, Rafe eyed the cleaning supplies on the bar with a deep frown. Never in his life had he cleaned up after anyone, let alone himself. Probably would’ve been easier to just buy a brand new damn barstool and maybe some new floor panels than to stand here looking like a damn idiot.

He could already picture the headlines if anyone actually cared enough to report it:

Rafe Cameron, CEO of Cameron Estates and local boxing champ, ready to start a new career path as cleaning lady? Inquiries welcome.

Yeah, whatever.

A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

And right now? That meant cleaning up the mess he’d made in your bar.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he walked up to the counter, stepping around the small crusted pool of blood on the floor (the bastard had bled like a goddamn pig for someone with just a broken nose).

And when Rafe stretched his fingers out to pull the gloves on, his heart skipped a beat as he spotted a little note. Torn straight from your notepad, by the looks of it.

He expected to find some numbers written on them but this was even better.

Rafe stared at the note for a solid minute, eyes locked on your pretty handwriting, lingering on the way you’d written his name.

Then, carefully, he folded the paper and tucked it into his pocket.

And just like that, the biggest motherfucking grin spread across his lips, feeling like he’d won the second round tonight.

If he played the cards right, the third was just right around the corner—set on a private stage reserved for just the two of you.

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act like you love me: ch 9

a/n: ahhh, it's finally here! lots happening this chapter, buckle tf up! word count: 5.3k tracklist: Behind the Light [ fic master list ]

WEEK 9

Today’s schedule is light—just some shots for the intro sequence and a round of promotional photos in the afternoon. You’re in the hair and makeup trailer with Felix—Yuna, Minho and Han left to scrounge up some snacks from craft services.

“I have a weird, kind of lame question…” you say.

“What’s up?” he asks, dabbing at the corner of your eye with a sponge.

“Can we take a picture together? I’m supposed to start building my social media more and I’m not permitted to share stuff from set…but I think I could get away with something of you and I.”

Felix blinks, then smirks. “Insignificant Felix to the rescue?”

Your heart sinks. “Oh, God. That came out wrong. That’s not what I meant, I—”

He rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder, catching your eyes in the mirror. “I’m messing with you. Where’s your phone?”

You pass it to him, and he angles it for a quick selfie. He grins wide, you manage something natural enough, and then the shutter clicks. He proceeds to move around you in the chair, snapping pictures from different angles until you loosen up. By the end of the impromptu photoshoot, you’re shaking your head and covering your face as you laugh.

“There,” Felix says when you’re done, handing your phone back. “You’re welcome.”

“I owe you one,” you reply.

Yuna, Minho and Han return and Yuna gets straight to work on your hair. You browse through the pictures, scanning for a few your agency may approve of. As your agent said, the vibe of your socials is meant to be authenticity and relatability, and what could be more relatable than goofing around with your co-worker?

“When are we all going to go out again?” Yuna asks, glancing at Han and Minho. “That night was so much fun!”

“Our schedules have been all over the place,” Han says.

“But we could try to plan something soon,” Minho continues, while Felix touches up his makeup. “Like a pre-wrap party.”

“All of us from last time?” Yuna asks.

“Why?” Minho pauses, narrowing his eyes. “Who do you want to be there specifically?”

“Seungmin? Jeongin? Hyunjin?” Han follows up.

You keep your expression unreadable at the mention of Hyunjin. You hope it’s not him she wants to see again. But is that a thing you’re allowed to hope for? He’s not even yours to claim.

And the idea of hoping other girls don’t like him isn’t a reasonable thought. So, you couldn’t blame her if she did. He’s Hwang fucking Hyunjin. Hundreds of thousands if not millions already do.

Fuck. That’s daunting.

“I bet it’s Seungmin,” Minho continues, causing Yuna to blush. “You both disappeared when we were dancing for a long time.”

You relax a little. Maybe that night at the club was the start of something more for them too. Part of you wants to ask for more details, but knowing what you’re hiding, it doesn’t feel right to pry.

“We’ll invite him…” Han trails off, a mischievous smile taking over his features, “If you tell us what happened.”

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Don’t let them bully you.” You come to her defense. “I’ll make sure everyone from last time is there.”

Minho glares. “Way to ruin the fun, y/n.”

“Whatever,” you shrug. “I’m a good wingman. You guys are being jerks.”

Minho opens his mouth to reply when the trailer door swings open, dragging everyone’s attention to it. Hyunjin leans in, dressed as Jae-hoon was the day he arrived at the inn—a white shirt tucked into black slacks, collar open, sunglasses hanging from his shirt.

“You guys planning to keep me waiting all day?” He addresses the room, sparing a fleeting glance at the others, then his gaze snaps right to you.

“About five more minutes, your highness,” Felix says.

Hyunjin’s smile quirks, and he gives a small nod. As he steps back out, the door swinging closed behind him, you realize your heart’s beating faster than it should be.

Five minutes later, you make your way to set with Han and Minho. The inn is picture-perfect as usual in the morning. The crew is already bustling about, adjusting reflectors, setting tracks for the camera, shouting for equipment like the well-oiled, chaotic machine it always is.

You spot Hyunjin and Chan standing near the front entrance. Chan waves you over. Hyunjin’s lips curve into a grin the second his eyes land on you. You shoot him a look, willing him to behave in front of your boss. And he does.

The last few days have been a blur, but not in the way you expected. After that night with the supplies and the way Hyunjin held you until you fell asleep—you’ve been caught in this strange in between. A space where it almost feels safe. Like maybe you can balance on this tightrope without falling. Every glance, every touch, every shared smile weaves the fantasy tighter.

Chan starts briefing you all on the shots for the intro sequence. No dialogue. Just mood and chemistry.

You listen—you try to listen—but your thoughts keep drifting. You just want to touch Hyunjin. It’s ridiculous. Fifteen hours since you last saw him and it feels like an eternity. How did it get to this point in less than three weeks?

You start walking toward your mark with Minho and Han trailing behind you, ready to get the ball rolling.

You can’t wait for this day to end.

You can’t wait to have his lips on yours again.

After lunch, the courtyard of the inn becomes the backdrop for the photoshoot. You, Minho, and Han are scheduled for the first round, and they sit you down for solo shots to start. Soft music plays in the background, helping to settle your nerves and giving the shoot a more relaxed, easy vibe.

You pose. Turn. Smile when prompted—all while trying your best to ignore the ridiculous faces and poses Minho and Han are doing behind the photographer.

Hyunjin arrives just as Minho wraps. You watch him work, still a little in awe at how effortlessly he commands the space, how precisely he controls every feature of his face to give the camera exactly what it wants. He’s annoyingly good at this.

But it no longer irritates you. It makes you feel proud.

When the photographer claps and calls your name, you barely register it. “y/n, let’s get some of you two together.”

You head toward the table where Hyunjin’s sitting. He rises immediately, offering you the seat. You’re torn between slipping into professional mode and the temptation to reach for him.

He doesn’t speak—just moves into place behind you, one hand settling lightly on your shoulder. You graciously welcome the warmth that radiates throughout your body from his touch.

You shift poses—standing, sitting, one where you’re angled on his lap, your hand resting on the back of his neck.

“Closer,” the photographer instructs. “You’re lovers from different worlds. Let that tension breathe between you.”

He doesn’t know how accurate he is.

Hyunjin’s grip tightens on your waist. His breath brushes the shell of your ear as he leans in, murmuring, “It’s driving me crazy this is the most I’ve got to touch you all day.”

You bite back a smile, trying not to let it reach your eyes.

“Beautiful,” the photographer coos. “Give me more of that.”

You struggle to refocus, but Hyunjin keeps pushing the edge. He’s brushing your hair back, his thumb grazing your jaw as he subtly adjusts your angle for the camera, under the pretense of helping.

You glance over to check the others—Minho and Han are distracted, scrolling through their phones. Good.

But then something catches your eye. A figure near the monitors.

You freeze.

Your agent.

You knew she was supposed to come at some point this week, but not today. Not now.

Your pulse spikes.

Shit.

Her phone is in her hand, snapping photos of the shoot—of you and Hyunjin.

You sit straighter, putting a sliver of space between you.

“My place or yours tonight?” Hyunjin teases, oblivious as he closes the distance almost as soon as you created it.

You don’t answer—you can’t. Because your agent is watching. Her eyes on you. And Hyunjin. And you don’t know how much she’s seen already.

You shift away from his touch.

Hyunjin stills, brow furrowing in confusion. He doesn’t push the issue—but you can feel him pulling back too.

The group shots begin, and you welcome the distance. Anything to slow your racing thoughts. But the damage is done. Where there was anticipation, now there’s dread coiling tight in your stomach. There’s no telling what she’ll do with the pictures on her phone—you have no control over those.

The moment the photographer calls a wrap, you make eye contact with your agent and nod in the direction of your trailer. You don’t even look behind you to see if she’s following, but she steps inside moments after you.

She’s bearing a wide grin, holding up her phone.

“I got some great shots of you and Hyunjin. You’re a very photogenic pairing.”

Her words immediately put you on edge.

“I thought you weren’t coming until the weekend,” you say, keeping your voice level.

“Schedule changed. Plus, I wanted to bring the KBS contract.” She reaches into her messenger bag and produces the documents. “You looked good out there.”

Before you can reply, another knock sounds. You open the door to find Hyunjin—he’s changed out of Jae-hoon’s costume and is now wearing jeans and a long-sleeved plaid shirt. He clocks your agent instantly but doesn’t skip a beat.

“Some of us were gonna grab dinner,” he says. His voice is easy, casual, but his eyes are locked on you as always. “You coming?”

“Uhm…I’m not hungry. But thank you.”

He must see the hesitation written across your face.

“Later?” he asks quietly, just for you.

You glance once at your agent—she’s leaning against the counter, looking at her phone but most definitely listening—then back to him.

You give him a small, almost imperceptible nod.

He smiles softly and returns your nod before walking away.

“Cute,” your agent says without looking up. “You two have good, natural chemistry. You should capitalize on that.”

You don’t respond, instead reaching for the contract folder sitting on the counter. You flip it open, eyes skimming over the offer and schedule, but your brain won’t settle.

“We have to wait until after the premiere but sharing those photos of you and Hyunjin from the shoot will be engagement gold,” she says casually.

“I don’t want to use him like that,” you say, more firmly than you expect.

That gets her attention. She raises an eyebrow. “It’s not using him. It’s called leveraging the moment. That’s the game, y/n. You’d be doing yourself a disservice pretending you two aren’t working magic together.”

You set the contract down and take a breath.

You can’t tell her it’s more than that.

“Where do I sign?” you change the subject.

She flips through each page of the contract where you need to initial and/or sign.

“y/n,” she begins, as she’s putting the folder back in her bag. “I’m not the enemy here. I just want to remind you of that. I work for you.”

She’s right. But it’s easy to forget that when you’re more focused on keeping this secret from seeing the light of day.

“If you don’t want to post anything with Hyunjin, you don’t have to,” she continues. “Posting nothing but the two of you could be mistaken as clout chasing or spark dating rumors, sure, and I understand that’s not what you want. I don’t think posting once or twice will have a negative impact, though. But if you don’t share anything with him at all…have you considered how that will look too? Would people speculate about tension on set?”

You sigh, plopping down on the couch. You hadn’t considered that alternative.

“This is your first time going through something like this. It’s bound to feel conflicting.”

“It really is,” you murmur.

“I’m not here to tell you how to live your private life. But just…give me the heads up if I need to get PR out ahead of any groundbreaking news so we can help you navigate it, alright?”

You nod, forcing a smile as she waves and exits the trailer.

She was hinting at something very specific. If she could spot that after only an hour or so…what must everyone else on set be thinking about how close you and Hyunjin have gotten?

And what was all that about getting PR involved? That’s exactly what you didn’t want to happen, having hands dipping into the pot of your…whatever this is with Hyunjin.

This was so much easier when you loathed him.

You barely have five minutes of silence before the door swings open again.

It’s him.

“What are you doing?” you ask, already standing. Your heart kicks up as you peek out the window.

“What are you doing?” he tosses back, stepping inside like he owns the place, watching your frantic behavior. “She’s gone. I watched her leave.”

“I thought you left…were you waiting outside my trailer?”

He shrugs. “It seemed like you were ready to blow a gasket after she showed up. Your agent, right?”

You nod.

“Everything okay?”

You hesitate, your voice quiet when you finally speak, “Hyunjin…I think we really need to end this.”

He stills; confusion etched across his perfect face. “What? Why?”

“Because…you and I don’t make sense outside of this bubble,” you spout the first reasonable thing that comes to mind. “It feels fine, for now…but when filming ends?”

“What happens?” he asks, moving closer.

You lower your gaze. “We fall apart.”

He slides a hand around your waist, not at all put off by your pessimism. “Does your agency allow you to date?”

You exhale through your nose. “Yes. But I’m afraid they’d use this—use you—to build up my career.”

“And you won’t let them,” he says, already knowing the answer.

“Of course not. I don’t want to use you for anything.”

“You could use me for some stuff,” he teases, leaning down to kiss you.

You stop him with a hand on his chest. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know.” He brushes a thumb down your arm. “But I don’t care what anyone says.”

“You do care. About your career.”

He watches you for a moment. “So what—what do you want me to do? Pretend I don’t want you?”

“I don’t know…maybe stop looking at me like no other woman on this planet exists.”

“They don’t.”

The sincerity in his voice guts you. You curl your fingers in his shirt.

“You don’t have to be scared,” he says softly, reading you like a book. “You riding back with me?”

“I shouldn’t…”

“But you will?”

You sigh. “You’re making this really hard.”

“You thought breaking up with me would be easy?”

“There’s nothing to break up,” you whisper.

He kisses the top of your head. “I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”

And then he’s gone.

You change into your clothes, drop off the innkeeper’s costume at wardrobe, and head to the car that’s been your ride for weeks now. Changbin’s in the driver’s seat, Hyunjin already in the back, waiting.

You slip in beside him; he pulls you in without asking, and you let him.

“You hungry?” he asks.

“We can order in,” you say, settling into this familiar routine with far too much ease for someone who had just tried to end it a few minutes ago. “Changbin, did you eat?”

Changbin glances up at you through the rearview mirror. “Yes…but I can eat again—if the boss will allow it.”

“Yeah, but you’re going home as soon as you’re full.”

“That’s my secret, Cap. I’m never full.”

You shake your head, smiling despite yourself, letting their banter fill the silence in your mind. You lean into Hyunjin’s chest, resting your forehead there, eyes closed.

Today was a whirlwind—the photos, your agent, the crowding pressure of a future you can’t predict. And Hyunjin is the perfect calm to your inner storm.

Why does pursuing your career mean having to shut the door on something else you want?

It’s not fair.

You know you should stop this, but how can you when it feels so good to be held by him? To be cared for and looked after? To be needed.

But if you were to consider trying to have something serious with Hyunjin, it would have to be a secret for who knows how long. And when you’re both back in Seoul, it will be a hell of a lot harder to sneak around. Especially when the series finally airs.

His behavior, his reactions to everything you’ve said and done to push him away only make this harder. It’s fucking exhausting being the only one who’s always bracing for impact while he’s choosing to live in La La Land. Because he can. He’s not stressing the same way that you are, he’s not paranoid that one wrong decision could detonate everything he’s worked for.

His phone buzzes on his lap. He glances down at the screen, and, unfortunately, so do you.

Alessia [5:35 PM]: Dinner still on? 👀 You better not flake, Romeo.

You both tense.

The words on the screen close around your throat like a fist.

“Shit,” he mutters. “I forgot about this dinner thing. My agent set it up with the stylist for that concept shoot in a few weeks.”

You nod, slowly sitting up. “Yeah, no worries. Work’s work.”

But Romeo and dinner won’t stop echoing in your mind.

If it’s just a meeting…why would she call him Romeo?

Is that just her personality? Some flirty, casual nickname?

Or has he been hiding something?

What, then, was all of that moments ago about you being the only woman that exists?

Your stomach churns and suddenly you can’t breathe right. Your chest tightens, like your ribs are closing in on your lungs. You’ve been telling yourself for days that this isn’t real—that it can’t be. But what if he was counting on that?

You wouldn’t be the first naïve actress to fall in this kind of trap.

You start to feel nauseous as the car slows to a stop outside the hotel. Hyunjin shifts beside you, but you don’t look at him.

“I’ll text you later?”

You busy yourself with picking up your bag, fingers moving too fast, heart thudding in your ears. Something as small as a name on a screen shouldn’t feel like betrayal. But it does.

And as much as it fucking hurts, maybe this is exactly what you needed to get your head on straight.

“Sure,” you manage, and move to open the door.

He catches your arm, gently pulling you back. He hooks a finger under your chin to turn your face to him. He leans forward and presses his lips to yours.

You don’t kiss him back. You can’t. You’re currently imprisoned in the words of that text message.

He leans back slowly, eyes scanning your face like he’s looking for a way in. You won’t give him one this time.

“This is just a work thing,” he repeats.

“Even if it’s not…” You look at your hands, your lap, anywhere but him. “It’s fine. We’re not dating, Hyunjin. We can’t.”

You slip out before he can say anything else.

“Have a good time,” you add to drive your point home and shut the door behind you.

You walk toward the hotel entrance without looking back, and it’s for the best. Because if you did, everything inside you that’s falling apart may come spilling out.

You wake the next morning alone in bed. It’s been a while since that happened, and it feels a little strange. You pick up your phone to silence the alarm, blinking at the slew of notifications on your screen—including a few missed texts and calls from Hyunjin, and your heart involuntarily skips a beat.

Hyunjin [12:12 AM]: you up? i wanna see you

You opt not to reply. You have a long day ahead of you and don’t want the mess of last night to distract you from work.

Once on set, you go about your usual routine—makeup, wardrobe, a quick breakfast. You film some filler shots of your character walking into the inn, at the desk, in her office, etc. It’s magical to you, how they’ll take these snippets and thread them through the full tapestry of the series.

After the last solo shot, you return to your trailer to go over your lines for the scene you’re filming with Minho next when your phone buzzes. It’s a message from Yuna.

Yuna [11:05 AM]: OMG. Have you seen the article?

Your eyes widen, pulse increasing.

You [11:07 AM]: I don’t think so…what article?

She replies with a link.

You hesitate, wracking your brain for anything you could have been caught doing recently, but there’s nothing. Eventually, curiosity wins, and you tap on it.

📸 Caught on Camera: Hyunjin Seen Kissing Unknown Woman Outside Geongju Hotspot! Is Hyunjin off the market? The star was spotted outside Nox this weekend, a cozy, romantic restaurant, in what appears to be a steamy moment with an unidentified woman. The two were seen leaving through a side exit before sharing what eyewitnesses describe as a "quick but unmistakable kiss." While the woman’s identity remains unknown, fans and gossip accounts are already in overdrive. Is she a new flame? A close friend? Or something more scandalous? Neither Hyunjin nor his agency has responded to the photos circulating online.

Your stomach drops. That’s not you in the photo.

At first, it feels like a relief. But then it hits you. Hard.

Your eyes key in on a specific detail of the picture—the shirt she’s wearing. It’s the dark green plaid t-shirt Hyunjin had on yesterday.

You can practically feel yourself sinking into the couch in your trailer. You’re replaying every moment with him, tainting them with doubt, coloring in red flags you must have ignored.

How often did Hyunjin have to leave for ‘work’?

The late-night texts asking to come over?

Are you just the option that’s most regularly convenient?

Had you just never connected those dots before?

And that text you saw last night—the one with Romeo. You wanted so badly to use it to put some distance between the two of you.

But this?

This makes you feel like a fucking fool.

“y/n,” Jeongin’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts from the other side of your door. “You’re needed back on set.”

“Coming,” you call out to him.

You toss your phone onto the couch, not daring to bring it to set with you. You don’t want any other alarming texts to throw you off. You take a deep breath and meet him outside your trailer.

Once in front of the camera, you square your shoulders, push back the chaos, and force yourself into character. You have to. It’s the only way to get through the rest of today.

Your scene with Minho is short but draining. When it’s over, you collapse into a seat beside him, watching him eat while you stare blankly ahead.

“You okay?” he asks, mouth full of rice.

“Just tired,” you say.

“You sure?”

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. He sees through it—he’s not easy to fool. But thankfully, he lets it drop.

You can’t talk to him about this. There’s only one person you can talk to, and you’re dreading having that conversation. Dreading having him confirm that all you originally assumed about him was correct and you’d fooled yourself into believing otherwise. 

Jeongin comes once again to retrieve you for your next scene. This one is with Hyunjin. It’s one of the more emotional scenes and filming it couldn’t have come at a worse time.

The inn’s courtyard is dressed for atmosphere—dim lights, warm tones. There are multiple cameras set up for this shot to lessen the amount of takes needed for different angles.

Hyunjin shows up a few minutes later, Felix trailing behind him, trying to fix his makeup mid-stride. Your stomach turns when you see him. Your body aches to be near him. Your mind begs you not to.

He looks around until he finds you, and the moment he does, you avert your eyes.

“You ready, y/n?” Chan calls from behind the monitor.

You force a thumbs up.

“Places!”

Hyunjin stops walking toward you, a look of defeat on his face. He sits at a table in the courtyard with a bottle of soju. You stand just off camera.

This is the moment his character crumbles after leaving the inn to visit his father.

When Chan calls action, you wait a few beats before entering.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

“Well. Congratulations. You found me.” He raises the bottle. “Want a drink?”

“No...” you reply softly. “You left without saying anything. I wanted to know what’s going on.”

You stand next to the table, look down at him, and it takes everything you have not to crack at the look on his face. He looks stressed. Pained. And you can’t tell if it’s acting or if that’s really him right now.

He’s silent.

Too silent.

“Cut!” Chan calls. “Do you need your line Hyunjin?”

You glance toward the crew, but you feel Hyunjin still watching you.

“No, sorry.” He says. “Let’s do it again.”

He reaches out for your hand as you return to your mark. You pull away before he can touch you. His expression falls even further, and you have to look away.

You run through the scene again.

Take three. Take six. Take nine.

Every time, something’s off.

A missed cue. A dropped word. A breath caught in the wrong place.

“Okay, let’s take five everyone,” Chan says finally, trying to sound encouraging.

You walk away from the cameras and crew, needing some space from everything. There’s no time to make it to your trailer and back in five minutes, so you duck around the corner of the inn. But you realize being alone is not going to happen when footsteps follow you.

“y/n,” Hyunjin’s voice is quiet, but strained. “Can we talk?”

You turn to face him, eyes hardened as you remind yourself it’s better this way.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

He takes in your expression, your tone, your behavior. “Did you get my text?”

“I don’t have my phone with me.”

“I wanted to talk to you before all of this,” he gestures to you, “happened. It’s not what you think.”

“It’s fine,” you say. “Whether you’re seeing other people or not is none of my business.”

He takes a step forward. You take one back and hit the wall.

“It wasn’t—I didn’t—fuck.” He runs a hand across his buzzed head. “y/n, trust me, it’s not what it looked like.”

“I trust you,” you begin, and a glimmer of hope flickers across his eyes until you continue. “I trust you to get this scene done in a timely manner. Let’s focus on that.”

Jeongin rounds the corner and Hyunjin takes a step back.

“Five minutes is up.”

You’re staring daggers at each other. Neither of you move.

“I’ll explain everything after,” he says.

Every nerve in your body is wound tight, but you find it in you to nod. No part of you wants to hear him out at this moment, you want to chop this up as the loss that it is and move on with the project the best you can.

There’s too much riding on this to let it be derailed in the final weeks.

Hyunjin walks away first and Jeongin waits for you. He watches Hyunjin’s retreating back for a second, then turns to you.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you smile. “Just getting in the right headspace for the scene.”

Back on set, you and Hyunjin finally manage to get through the scene.

Hyunjin is incredible. Raw. Reminding you of just how convincing he can be. Reminding you that you should have never let your guard down.

“My father thinks I’m weak.” He idly plays with the bottle of soju. “That I lack ‘discipline’. That I’m a waste of the family name. Do you know what it’s like to walk into a room and already be a disappointment before you even speak?”

He takes another sip.

“I never asked to be his legacy. I just wanted to be his son.”

“You’re not your father’s shadow. You’re not just a headline. You’re allowed to figure life out as you go.”

The irony of your dialogue is not lost on you. Everything you’ve gone through with him has been ripped apart by a single headline. A single text.

“Maybe. But he’s not wrong. I am a disappointment. I do lack discipline. Honestly, it’s just easier to be that version of me.”

You pull an empty chair close to him and sit down, taking one of his hands in yours.

“But that’s not who you are now.”

“Isn’t it?” He looks up at you, his eyes welling with tears. “It still feels like it.”

“It’s not, Jae-hoon.”

He places his other hand on top of yours and squeezes it.

“Tell me who I am, then. Because without…”

He trails off and then silence consumes you. You nod a little, encouraging him to continue.

“Still rolling,” Chan calls out. “Find it, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin clears his throat, staring down at the grass beneath you. He takes a deep breath, blinks, and then his eyes flick back up to yours and your breath catches.

“Tell me who I am, then. Because without you, I don’t fucking know anymore.”

He delivers the final line with a vulnerability that wrecks you.

When Chan yells “Cut!” Hyunjin wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand. You squeeze his other hand gently, knowing that wasn’t easy to get through.

A few hours later, you’re back in your trailer. You purposefully avoid your phone sitting on the couch. It certainly hasn’t been a breeze of a day on set, but you keep reminding yourself it’s better this way. You can’t cave in.

You have to put yourself first.

It isn’t until the ride back to the hotel that you finally unlock your phone to view your missed messages.

Pastry Prince 👑 [3:12 PM]: you need to see this please don’t freak out Pastry Prince 👑  [3:15 PM]: they twisted it. nothing happened Pastry Prince 👑  [3:17 PM]: i’m just waking up and heading to set i’ll explain it all

He included a link to the article and everything.

It’s too late, though. You’ve already spiraled. You’ve already talked yourself through a thousand reasons as to why this cannot continue.

But you’re too wired to sleep when you get to the hotel. Even after a shower and changing into your comfiest pajamas, your mind spins relentlessly.

You’re annoyed with yourself for being angry.

You’re angry at yourself for being jealous.

You knew this was a bad idea from the start, yet you let it happen anyway. All because it felt good. All because you enjoyed being needed, being wanted by him.

It’s a hard and embarrassingly foolish lesson to learn.

Your phone buzzes again.

Pastry Prince 👑 [11:56 PM] You in your room?

You told him you’d let him explain, and you will at least give him that closure.

You [11:57 PM] Yes.

A few minutes later, there’s a knock at the door.

Your heart leaps, even though you already know who it is. You unlock the door and pull it open without a word, still burning.

Still yearning.

It’s hard to push those feelings down when you’re this close and alone.

You set yourself straight with one resounding: after he speaks his piece, you have to end this.

For good.

a/n: alright i'm gonna go hide now. see you soon!

@hwangjoanna / @hanniesbubuwife / @straycat420 / @tsunderelino / @dessianna1 / @akindaflora / @tirena1 / @krayzieestay / @ehstay / @spookiesakura / @aria-again / @sakuraseyebrow / @brekkers-whore / @sailor--sun

[s74rm4n]

Where The Silence Hides (Pt. 1)

Authors Note: The people spoke, I listened. I tried to keep the same moment, but with Wally west bc that’s really my man fr.

Word Count: 851

Tw: Teen pregnancy, Swearing, mentions of sex, neglectful family

Sypnosis: You got pregnant after a team up mission with Wally west. What will reader do when she finds out?

The grandfather clock in the manor was deafening, you could hear it even from outside your window.

You'd just slipped back in from another one of Amanda Waller’s spontaneous missions. It went smoothly, as usual. But the suit clinging to your skin no longer felt like armor. It felt like a prison.

A sudden knock at your door broke the silence.

“Miss? You’ve been inside all day?”

Alfred. Shit.

You glanced at the time 11:42 PM. Late, but not too late for your so-called “family” to still be occupied elsewhere.

“Sorry, Alfred! One second!”

You quickly shoved the suit under your bed and rushed to open the door. Alfred stood there with his usual calm expression, holding a tray with tea and scones.

“Alfred, you shouldn’t have. It’s a bit late for tea,” you said, smiling warmly. Alfred was the only person in this house who ever felt at home.

“You’ve been in your room all day,” he said gently. “Is everything alright, Miss?”

You knew he meant it. Ever since you were dropped off here, twelve years old and already forgotten. Alfred had been more of a father to you than Bruce ever tried to be. A best friend in a house full of ghosts.

“Everything’s just fine,” you said.

A lie.

One he could see straight through.

You’d been waking up nauseous. Exhausted, no matter how much you slept. Running to the bathroom more than usual. It had all started about a week ago, right after you woke up for school and barely made it to the toilet before throwing up.

You can remember that moment all too well. The taste of bile, the dizziness, the pounding in your head. At first, you thought it was a fever. Or something you got from too many sleepless nights and dangerous assignments from Amanda.

But consciously, you knew what was happening.

You walk across the room, pull open your nightstand drawer. Shove aside old mission files, a burner phone, and a broken communicator until you find it: the pregnancy test. Hidden in a black envelope, unopened.

You haven’t had the guts to take it. Not yet.

Because taking it means admitting something happened, admitting that you slipped up. That you’re not as careful or as cold as A.R.G.U.S. thinks you are.

But your hands are already moving.

You’re already heading to the bathroom.

As you walk down the halls, you hear him—Kid Flash. His voice cuts through the noise, and it sends a chill down your spine. He’s laughing at something, probably said by Dick. You didn’t realize they came home early.

You remember. Just a few weeks ago, his hands were sliding down your chest, gripping your hips like he couldn’t get enough. Your lips had been locked, breath tangled, and the only sound you could manage was a moan swallowed by his mouth.

You had slammed the door shut behind you that night. Gulped down a glass of water, desperate to ground yourself before even daring to take a breath. You knew you messed up. So did he. You both knew it was wrong.

But it didn’t stop you.

That night, the two of you kissed and fucked away months of pent-up tension and months of side glances, silent promises, and words never spoken.

And now… It’s only right that you take the test. You have to know. You need to know. Before anything else happens, before you move on.

You've waited the longest three minutes of your life, and honestly, you don’t know if you want to know. But you look anyway.

Two pink lines.

Oh god, your family’s going to kill you. What will A.R.G.U.S. do? What will you do? What’s your life going to look like now? All these questions dig into your mind and haunt you. Should you tell him? When will you see him?

You take the test and quickly start walking towards your room. “Where are you going so fast?” A voice raises your heart rate, surely it’s about to jump out of your chest. You quickly shove the test into your pocket.

“What was that?” The redhead quickly notices, ��It’s nothing. Why are you here?” You deflect. “What’s been wrong with you recently? Hiding something?” Wally taunted. “No!” You stated way too quickly.

It’s been obvious since it happened. You’re pregnant, and he should know.

Instead, you roll your eyes and walk straight into your bedroom, muttering something about needing sleep. You can feel his eyes on your back, full of suspicion and concern.

Once you close the door, alone in your room, you lock the door and lean against it, breathing heavily. The pregnancy test in your pocket feels like it’s burning through your skin. You look at it again, hoping and secretly praying that the lines will turn into one.

Two lines.

You move to your bed, blinking through tears that spill out. What if he doesn’t want this? Am I even ready? Your mind kills you.

And then your communicator buzzes. A message from A.R.G.U.S.

"Briefing. Now. - Waller"

Perfect timing. Your so screwed.

[camellia-thea]

initially this post had some commentary about interests right now. and then it turned into a ramble about personal healing in the tags. so the interest post is going separately.

[exopelagic]

this election feels so hollow even though it’s likely ostensibly gonna be a good outcome. labour really just sucks fucking ass rn huh

[theclearblue]

I'm gonna vent in the tags so scroll past if ya don't wanna read all that 😃

[starpros-sunshine]

Boys will be like "I don't have issues I'm fine" and then be scared to leave the house because they might run into their mother

[parakeetpark]

Shoutout to my fucking awful workplace for deigning to get dates and bottled water for those breaking their fast in the evenings - and getting the absolute cheapest, tiny, wretched dates that no one likes.... and wondering why they don't get eaten

I heard the most ignorant conversation today too, shook me, only click tags if you want to read bc i did go off ranting a while wo meaning to

[tonycries]

So Lonely In My Mansion!

Synopsis. When he’s sorry, what better way to show you than in bed?

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, apology séx, spítting, bodyworshíp, stuff with pantíes, bréeding, chokíng, cúmplay, Nanami and Geto are a bit mean, squírting, thígh séx, Gojo’s blindfold, overstím, oral (female receiving), pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.9k

A/N. Hope y’all are having a lovely day <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Too full!

Now, Toji knows he’ll more than make up for forgetting to join your lil’ shopping spree anyway. Ten times over, in fact, with the way he has you on all fours, tears rolling down your cheeks, pretty lil’ moans muffled into your pillow. 

Stuffing your poor cunt full over and over and-

“Is my pretty baby still mad?” he’s dragging his lips down your neck, throbbing cock ramming into you from behind. Bruising - like he was the one angry here. “Still fuckin’ pouty?”

Too needy, too delirious. It’s all you can do to grit out a determined, “Y-yes…” Your breathless gasps only make his smirk widen, hips stuttering as they get sloppier.

“Aww, what a shame.” Toji coos, angling his head just right to catch the heavenly sight of your poor overfilled pussy, all dripping and painted white with his cum. Eyes lighting up at how you gush around him with each thrust. “Guess I jus’ have to give you another one then, hm?”

“A-another?”

And God, Toji doesn’t even know if he can cum again - vision spotty now, jolts of electricity running down his spine each time he plunges into your snug pussy. 

But the way you’re immediately scrambling to hold onto the headboard - the sheets - just anything to hold onto some semblance of sanity has Toji wanting to more than ever. So painfully good as he desperately speeds up. He needs to - and fuck if he wasn’t going to try - because you’re only getting wetter at his words. 

“Fuck- squeezin’ me s’fucking tight.” he groans, pushing your skirt up higher, not having the patience to even think of taking that damn thing off. “Ya like this, huh? Like me f-filling you up until m’sorry?”

You can only give him such a delirious little nod, one that Toji doesn’t even know if you realize you’re giving. One that has him needing to show you how sorry he is by filling you up so much you can’t even think about how he forgot to accompany you on your lil’ shopping spree. To fuck you so hard into the mattress that you can’t remember anything else but him-

“Toji!” you keen, as he snakes down his strong arms push your legs further apart to show off. Burning at the stretch of how he was handling you like his favorite ragdoll. “What-”

“Said m- ngh- sorry.” he interrupts abruptly, voice so ragged that it takes you a second to even recognize it as your boyfriend. “See.”

And how could you not? 

You were awe-struck at that creamy ring around the base of his swollen cock. The way your gummy walls were sucking him up so easily, fucking back bruisingly into him. 

“See how sorry I am?” One hand tightens on your hips, the other snaking up to press down on your lower stomach. Hard. “See?” Both your jaws fall open at the way your ravaged pussy just coats Toji’s cock in such an obscene white mess. “Sorry, doll, shoulda been there for you.”

“Oh- fuck, s’too much.” And maybe you’re stubborn, maybe you just don’t know what’s good for you - because despite it all you manage to choke out, “N’ you don’t ah- mean it.”

Eyes raising to meet his and oh- oh, you weren’t making it out alive. 

“I do.” Toji drops his head into your neck, running his mouth. Rolling his thumb against your achingly clit as if to prove his point, “Next time m’gonna hah- watch you try on all those pretty outfits.” Hips rocking forward to slam into your sloppy pussy faster and faster. “Kiss you s-senseless in front of any fuckin’ scrubs that thought they had a ngh- chance.”

Movements only growing more erratic - more feral - with each broken little whine that’s fucked out of you. Like he knew he was so close to breaking you. Ruining you. 

Just the thought of it has Toji slamming his dick into you further, mentally cursing himself for forgetting your little invitation today. 

“And this lil’ thing?” he bunches up the flimsy fabric of your skirt. “And those-” nodding his head towards the stacks of shopping bags you barely got to look over before a sorry Toji had you shoved onto the bed. “I would’ve taken em’ all off as soon as I was in that changing stall.”

“I-I get it.” you finally break. Squealing at the hips hitting yours harder, his heavy balls squeezing so painfully. “I get it ngh- I get it-”

“Heh, nah- gotta show you how s-sorry I really am.”

You have an inkling of what he was implying - something that didn’t bode well for your abused cunt, if the way Toji’s cock was twitching wildly inside you was anything to go by. Not a moment wasted before Toji’s pushing your knees up all the way until they were at your tits. A sure sign that he was close. Looking like he was in such delicious agony as he taunted you into asking. 

“H-how?” 

“By fuckin’ you in all of that.” Head tilting at the bags upon bags from earlier today, “Then we’re goin’ shopping all over again.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Squirt if you’re sorry

“Keep your legs open f’me.”

But it was so hard when Nanami already had you spread so shamefully in front of that obscene mirror, placed oh-so conveniently right in front of the plush hotel bed. Sat so prettily on his lap, your back against his hard front, being split-apart on his throbbing cock. 

Any more and you think you might just die. 

“Is that so?” he whispers hotly in your ear and- “Think this is too much?”

Oh, shit, did you say that out loud?

But right now you were too delirious - to fucked-out - to even think of forming a coherent response to that, let alone be embarrassed about your little slip-up. Running solely on the aftershocks of your nth orgasm and the feeling of Nanami’s thumb drawing steady, slow little circles on your sensitive clit. 

“Get it together now, my love.” your husband seems to decide that your broken whine speak for themselves. Placing such a mockingly gentle kiss on your forehead, “M’still not even halfway through my apology.”

Ah, yes, the apology - the sole thing that got you into this entire mess. That one off-hand joke that Nanami should apologize for being 7 minutes late for your date - the one that had you shoved into the nearest suite, while he ‘apologizes’ to you over and over and-

“Now now, darling.” Nanami squishes your cheeks together into a pathetic pout, forcing you to look up at the mirror. “Look at me when I apologize.”

Several things happen at once - your eyes just barely make contact with Nanami’s darkened, dangerous ones in the mirror, and then it’s like something snapped. Because he’s thrusting up deeper into your snug cunt, drinking in all your pretty gasps as he starts up at another relentless, sloppy pace. 

Not even fucking easing you into it because you wanted an apology, right? And Nanami was sure going to give you one - fuck you like he’s sorry.

“M’sorry!” you keen, bucking wildly into Nanami’s touch. Cock so hot and heavy in-between your swollen folds - still not having came even once yet. “Was- was a joke- I can’t oh- my god.”

He knows - oh, how he knows. But it’s just so fun to tease you this way, and Nanami’s not sorry about that one bit. 

So he only lets out a huffed laugh. “Why are you sorry, my love?” Shifting his hips to massage all the right spots that’ll have you breathless and seeing stars. Hitting that one magical spot over and over. “I was the one that’s late.”

And God, you could just cry. You are - big, fat tears streaming down your face, dripping down Nanami’s wrist where he was holding your lolling head steady - but, of course, you’re too far gone to even realize at this point.

“Shhhh, lemme take care of you,” Nanami rocks his hips impossibly harder into yours, eyes on the mirror just devouring you almost as much as he was ruining you with his dick. Watching all your adorable gasps, the way you twitch, how your mouth drops into a soft oh! as he licks a slow stripe up your tears. Dangerous. “Lemme show you how sorry I am.”

And he does, cooing at how your eyes widen when he angles your head to show you the fucking sinful view down below. 

It was so hard to look too, how your snug cunt was trying to suck the soul out of him. Sloppy - making such a mess of the crisp sheets below. Quivering like you didn’t know whether you wanted to run away or to sink down for more more more-

You’re jolting in his bruising grasp, “Hngh- m’- fuck fuck fuck. Yes, oh my god- Ken-”

“Yeah? Ya like this?” He’s fucking you back rougher into him, merciless. Absolutely fucking merciless - and Nanami was only glad he thought to choose a sound-proof suite. “Think m’sorry yet?” Biting down on your neck, hard. “Because I’m sooo fucking sorry, my love.”

He lets out a cruel chuckle, one hand groping down your breasts - your hips - your thighs. Pulling them even further apart like he wanted to break you. 

Because Nanami wasn’t fucking sorry, why would he be? But oh how he loved teasing you. Acting all pissed off while he threw you around like his favorite toy, giving you a bit of your own medicine. How sexy you were when he did. 

“M’sorry.” he breathes against your ear, nibbling on your lobe. “M’sorry m’sorry m’sorry- Next time I’ll be hah- early-” Pooling the fresh wave of your salty tears on his tongue as he toys with your pretty clit. “N’ next time m’gonna make you squirt the first time-”

“Shit- Ken, m’cumming m’cumming-”

Almost like your body is listening to Nanami, you’re squirting all over his achingly hard cock. Absolutely drenching him in all your sweet sweet juices till he was glistening in the dim lighting. Some specks even landing on the mirror in front of you. 

And shit you’re out of control now, limbs trembling, such sinful moans leaving your swollen lips. Loud. Uncontrollable. Nanami’s next words barely audible over them-

“Your turn now.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Nice (and sorry)

“S-so mean-” It’s the only thing you can gasp out, “Y-you’re still not forgiven-” 

Oh, Geto knows. And he doesn’t really feel bad about using his apology to his advantage - not one bit, actually. You won’t hear a word of apology from his sly mouth, instead, he’s got you straddling his pretty lips, breathless and shaking above him. 

“Even when m’being nicer than usual?~” he hums into your clothed pussy, nose-deep and breathing in your essence so fucking sinfully. “Ya sure about that?”

Disgruntled, “What- ngh- what do you mean?” 

“Oh just that-” He licks a long, purposeful stripe up your drenched panties, adding to the mess of your juices beading through the fabric. And God it takes everything in Geto to not just rip off that flimsy underwear and tonguefuck you like he wanted to. “You’re being so loud. Sure you’re still mad?”

You hated it - how he was peeking up at you with those hooded eyes, pupils blown. Hated that predatory glint in them that sends shockwaves right down to your very core. Hated how he was right.

“Th-that doesn’t hah- mean anything.” you scoff, and the excuse sounds flimsy even to you. The way you were grinding down deeper onto his tongue certainly not helping your case either. 

And oh of course Geto pulls away at that, obscene little slicks of string snapping from his tongue and your wet core, your disappointed whine going straight to his rock-hard cock. What was it you were saying earlier? Something about him being too much of a tease? Well, you were about to eat your words before Geto Suguru offered you an apology. 

“Yeah,” he let his tongue dart out, letting your slick pool through your panties and onto his tongue. “N’ this doesn’t mean anything either, huh?”

No warning before he’s surging forward, tongue pushing through your panties to just barely tease your sloppy entrance.

You can only grip at Geto’s long, inky locks - trying your very best to not look like you’re absolutely on cloud nine as he alternates between toying with that first ring of resistance and sucking on your clit. All through your panties.

“Now now,” a hand on your hip stops you from all but ripping your panties off your hips - something that Geto would’ve already done by now, usually. “Keep ‘em on.”

It’s like he’s trying to drive you mad - wants to drive you mad. Torturing you slowly with that soft tongue and that smirk you can feel against your dripping cunt. As if to say - you really think he was a tease before? You haven’t seen the least of it. 

“S’fuckin’ sloppy f’me even through these slutty panties.” he grunts, lips smacking against your swollen ones. “Don’ lie - you like this, huh? Like what a tease I am? Acting so tough when m’so sorry?”

Okay, maybe Geto lied - so what if he said he’s sorry? It was all worth it at how you get so wetter, slick just glistening all over his lips and chin. Walls clenching around nothing - because might’ve said sorry, but oh is he still as petty as ever.

“N-no-” you whimper, and both of you know it’s a lie. Close - you were so close. 

Too close, if you asked Geto.

Smack!

A quick, sharp sting on your ass - just a little reminder that this is Geto. Your Geto. And it’s so torturous - so addictive - when he immediately shifts them ever-so-slightly. Wasting no time before lapping at your juices. Just loving the way your jaw drops open in disbelief as he throws his head back to let it slide down, down, down his throat.

“My girl is such a liar.” Grinning at the way you jolt on top of him with each teasing lick at your quivering hole, dragging your slopppy pussy all over his face. “S’fuckin’ wet and you still think you’re mad? And I’m being so-” Rolling his tongue against your clit. Hard. “-nice, too.” 

He was not - he knew it. In fact, he was probably being meaner than usual. Mean with the way he thinks your fucked-out head shake speaks enough. 

Of course, you still have to run your mouth when you’re being absolutely ruined by him. Whining out an unconvincing. “M’still- m-mad.” - even when you’re deliriously riding his pretty mouth.

Without a word, Geto snaps back your useless panties back in place. One hand on your hip, easily lifting you off his face - letting you fall back prettily onto his lap as he gets up. Weeping tip just nudging your dripping entrance as he reaches behind to tie back his long hair.

And you’re so disappointed at how you were so close, that you almost miss the words that spill from his mouth next.

“Then, will you still be mad if I fuck you just as nicely?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Ruined panties?!

“Please baby, let me put it in. Please?” 

God, how badly you wanted to just break and give your needy boyfriend exactly what he wants - to let him fuck you how he wanted. But, no, he’d just ruined your favorite pair of underwear and you were not going to let him off so easily again. 

“Fuck- Cho.” you huff, fighting to keep your voice steady. “If y’wanna get off to my panties so bad, then ngh- just use that.”

“But, baby. M’sorry.” Choso’s head drops to the crook of your neck, abs rubbing up against your back so sinfully from where he was all pressed up. “I’ll be good this time. So good.” Hands groping underneath your t-shirt, throbbing erection grinding against your absolutely drenched panties. From Choso’s precum or your own slick? You have no idea. “Please?”

And he’s so desperate that Choso probably doesn’t even realize the way he’s sliding his soaked cock between your swollen folds. Fucking his hips forwards languidly, hissing at how dripping wet you already were.

“T-this is being ‘good’?” you gasp at the feeling of his dick, so hot and heavy where you needed him the most. And it’s such a sinful little sound that he immediately snakes a hand down to toy with your throbbing clit - wanting, needing more of it. 

“Yes.” nibbling down your neck. It’s like a dam has been broken with each cute little whine escaping your throat. “Yes yes yes yes- Wan’ this so bad. Please.” 

Your angry facade is crumbling away bit by bit - and both of you know it. Especially when Choso cranes his head until it’s mere inches away from yours. Dark strands of hair tickle your face as he catches your lips in such a searing kiss.

“Oh god.” he groans into your lips, hips stuttering forward in-between your thighs. Precum smearing everywhere and adding to the mess already down below. “Yeah- kiss me properly, baby. I deserve at least that, hm?”

A resounding rip! of fabric sounds down from below. And you don’t know what you break the kiss to say - to tease him some more? Beg him to just fuck you the way you know he wants? 

But it doesn’t matter, because as soon as Choso feels your lips leaving his, he’s chasing after them again with a pained grunt. Licking so sloppily at the seam of your lips, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you deeper onto his cock.

“No- no no no, kiss me.” You can feel his prominent veins rubbing up against you, throbbing in a lewd little thump! thump! thump! as his hips get more calculated. Purposeful. “M’sorry m’sorry, Kiss me ngh- kiss me- need it. Need you-”

And God you should’ve known that Choso wouldn’t be acting this good for so long. 

No sooner are you grinding back down on him in shallow, mindless little motions - he’s pulling your panties to the side just enough for his weeping tip to drag lazily against your folds. 

“Fuck- please, baby.” He sounds so wrecked already - and looks like it just as much. Skin flushed, eyes hazy and miles away, kiss-bitten lips letting out such sinful little moans that you just know he’ll be embarrassed about later. “M’sorry.”

Panties completely soiled with precum and slick, absolutely ruined in just the way you’d been telling off Choso for not too long ago. Nothing but a slightly tattered, dripping wet mess. What a shame.

What a shame you couldn’t care less.

Scoffing, “F-fine.” But it comes out a bit more breathless than you intended - because Choso’s desperation was contagious. Hands everywhere, chest heaving, fat head pulsing right below your sloppy entrance. “Only this time m’ngh- l-letting you off easy.”

You know it won’t be the last time - and your boyfriend does, too. 

Because he doesn’t waste a second. The sentence barely leaving your mouth before Choso’s sinking into your heavenly pussy inch by fucking inch. Brows scrunching together at the way you were sucking the soul out of him, neat fingernails on your hips as he holds you still. 

“G-god- so fucking- good. So tight-” he hisses lowly, thrusting in shallow, mindless little movements just to squeeze inside your walls. “Ah- feel so much better than any panties.” 

“S-so needy, Cho-”

“I know, m’sorry, m’sorry. Hah-” So fucking massive that it feels like he’s pushing all the way into your lungs. The stretch too sinful, your panties too soaked, breath too hot against your ear as he whispers.“F-fuck- Now, be good f’me, hm?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - “No more tears.”

“Shut up.” you flinch as he spits on your cunt once. Twice. Feeling like such a fucking toy as he smears it with the mess of your sweet juices down below. “How dare you use those evil, evil tears.”

Why would the great Ryomen Sukuna ever apologize? Why would he ever have you sat on his throne, big arms spreading your legs so sinfully in front of him? Just ravaging your poor abused cunt with his swollen cock. The complete opposite of his image as the merciless king of curses. 

Well, that’s exactly what was happening. And it turns out that only a few tears and a single huff of him “not spending enough time” with you today was all it took - to have him bowing down to you. 

And all you can do is let out a broken, “I-I didn’t.” 

And that only seems to spur Sukuna further, like he was angry more than anything. Angry at you for being so cute and pouty when you’re mad. Angry at himself for letting his pretty lil’ human get this way. Spoiled, so spoiled. 

“Liar.”  he grunts, spreading your swollen folds further apart with his index - just circling your sloppy hole. “The only time you’re s’pposed to be cryin’ is on my fingers. And-” he slides his angry, weeping tip down your cunt in a long, wet movement. Up and down. Up and down. Smirking at how you’re bucking and pleading under his touch. “-my cock.”

As if to prove his point, Sukuna’s dipping his cock past that first feeble ring of resistance - difficult, with how you’re clenching around him so sinfully as if you’re trying to milk him already.

“Yeah, jus’ like that.” he groans, thumb rubbing obscene little circles on your poor clit. “Suckin’ me up so good. Do y’get sluttier when you’re mad? When you’re makin’ me apologise?”

“Ngh- sh-shut up.”

And oh for how suave Sukuna’s acting, he can’t deny the way his heart squeezes so dangerously at the way you’re letting out delirious little moans. Fucking you so completely dumb. 

And he was barely halfway in still.

Legs spreading obscenely wider, clawing onto the chair - his wrist - his shoulders, just anything to help drag your sloppy pussy all over his toned pelvis. To fuck him deeper. 

“Heh, cryin’ like you want me to be like this.” He’s rocking his hips in jagged, shallow thrusts that have you letting out such teary moans. “Want me to fuckin’ apologise?” Hard enough that you know it’ll leave marks - his heavy balls on your ass, fingers on your clit, hands spreading your calves. “Well m’sorry, see? M’so so sorry, brat.”

You gasp, “S-so mean, Kuna- hngh-

Yet he sounds anything but. Tone way too fucking delighted at the prospect of having you crying on his thick cock than over some stupid little argument. 

And fuck, Sukuna should tease you about how fucking wet you are, how you’re grinding your hips down on him like such a slut. So sloppy all over the expensive throne - gonna be a hell of a job for whoever cleans this. 

But, ah, those pretty lil’ tears welling up in your eyes will surely be the death of him. Or maybe the death of you.

“Now now,” he can’t help but huff out a dark chuckle at your disappointed whine as he pulls his fingers away from your throbbing clit. Biting back a deep groan at how glossy they were, just drenched in all of you. “No more cryin’. Told ya I’m sorry, didn’t I?”

And Sukuna meant it.

Because, immediately, he’s shoving two fingers into your mouth. All the blood in his body just rushing to his cock at how filthily you were gagging at the intrusion. 

At the same time, reeling his hips back to let himself fuck your tight pussy to the hilt. Rolling his hips forward, all the way until his fat head just kissed your cervix - nothing at all like the almost-gentle little grinds from before. 

Eyes widening when he presses right at the back of your throat - exactly where he knew would draw out the prettiest noises from you. Like he was pushing all the way into your lungs. To the back of your throat. Too much. 

You’re just as shocked as Sukuna when you cum from just this. Pathetic little moans muffled and slurring together. Jolts of white-hot pleasure going all the way from his fingers in your mouth to your sloppy cunt, fluttering so obscenely around his cock.

God, you were perfect. 

“Oh?” he’s chuckling over your delirious little blubbers, “Well, whaddaya know. M’gonna have to get you to give me more of those tears, brat.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Show you!

When the bouquets and the expensive chocolates don’t work, what else is Gojo to do other than let you tie him up with his blindfold and ride him to insanity? Both a punishment to himself and an apology, of course.

“Sweetheart- fuck!” Gojo groans, hips bucking up to shove his swollen cock deeper into your sloppy pussy. “You’re killin’ me, shit shit shit-”

Nevermind that he doesn’t think he’s ever been harder at the sinful sight of you bouncing on his aching cock above him. 

“Sh-shut up, ngh- Toru.” you gasp, hands trembling on his sculpted chest as you claw for some sense of stability. Cunt so wet and dripping all the way down his thick cock as you fuck yourself on him like some toy. “T-talkin’ too fuckin’ much.”

Oh. how he wanted to ruin you like he could. 

And he’s letting out such a guttural whine, feet planting on the plush mattress to rock you harder - deeper - down his dick.“But, my girl~” Tugging on the blindfold, acting like it did anything to restrain him. “You’re being so hah- mean.”

“And why’s that?” you scoff, undeterred by those long lashes batting innocently up at you. “You’re still- fuck- still not forgiven f-for crashing my hngh- girls night out, Toru.” 

“Still?”

“Still.”

Oh. Well, Gojo might as well just speed up this apology process before he loses his patience - and his sanity. Steadily dwindling away each time you slam your sloppy pussy down on him, with each trail of slick and precum smearing along his pelvis. 

And it’s so easy, too. 

RIP! 

Feeling like he’ll fucking explode, half-lucid mind barely even registering the way he easily tears through that flimsy blindfold, the fabric absolutely nothing against the way Gojo is running on pure need and the thought of you you you-

You can only squeal as his fingers immediately find your waist, gripping so hard you wondered whether it would bruise. “Toru- didn’t you say m- ngh- t-takin’ control?” 

“Change of plans.” Is all Gojo grunts out. Lifting your hips so effortlessly up, up, up - only to ram you down on his rock-hard cock with no warning. Filling you up completely - no more of those teasing little grinds and shallow thrusts you were torturing him with. No, Gojo Satoru was well and fully intent on fucking his apology into you. And he says so, of course. “F-fuck m’sorry. Gonna fuck it into this pretty ngh- cunt. M’sorry.”

“Oh- You’re so deep, Toru- hngh.” you whine, fully letting your boyfriend rock his hips up into yours like his favorite sextoy. “C-can feel you deep inside here-”

And oh Gojo thinks he could cum right then and there as you trail down a hand to press on your stomach, right where his weeping tip was massaging all your sweet spots. Stretching you out so sinfully. 

“You little minx.” he huffs out a disbelieving laugh, eyes narrowing at your obscenely fucked-out state. “Now m’not sorry.” 

“W-wha-” He shuts you up with a quick circle on your pulsing clit, toying with the sensitive nub as he runs his mouth instead. 

“M’not sorry I crashed that hah- lil’ hangout.” Hips so harsh against yours, forcing you to feel every dip and curve of Gojo’s muscled body. “Not sorry I ngh- fuck introduced myself to that fuckin’ loser of a waiter that was ah- eyeing you up. Not sorry that I get to fuck you like this afterward.”

And it’s true - Gojo didn’t sound the least bit remorseful about anything he did. Confidence only growing more and more with each pathetic little moan that leaves your swollen lips in agreement. 

You’re shaking on top of him, the stimulation too much. “Shit- you’re such a smug- bastard, Toru.”

“Don’ act like y-you don’t like this, sweetheart.” he pulls your head down to catch your lips with his. Barely - just a mess of teeth and saliva and words he’s hissing out, “Jus like you’re -fuck fuck fuck s’too good- acting to be mad with me.” Each word punctuated with a harsh, sloppy jab of his hips that have the breath leaving your lungs. “Mad with how ngh- you’ve got the s-strongest groveling at your fuck- feet.” Movements getting faster. Deeper. “M’forgiven r-right?”

Your voice strained as you whisper against his lips, “Kiss me properly, Toru.”

And he is - kissing you like he’s so sorry as the both of you reach your highs. Stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. Your gummy walls milking the fucking soul out of Gojo as he cums in thick, hot spurts. Painting your walls a lewd little white that trickles down you shaking thighs. Over and over and-

So, so sloppy. Arms looping around your waist to hold your hips still. Muffling his deep moans into your mouth as his hips slow down only ever-so-slightly, pumping you full of his seed. And it’s almost…sweet.

If only it hadn’t been for the words that leave him as soon as he parts, of course. 

“Hey, now that we had apology sex, can we have regular sex, too?”

“...”

A/N. PSA don’t work out relationship stuff like this hehe.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[missdynamighttt]

all i can think about is mean, pro hero! katsuki giving me backshots, man ☹️

you and katsuki were constantly at each other's throats, whether it was at hero work or at social gatherings. you couldn't stand each other, always arguing and sniping at one another.

but one night, after a few drinks at a work thing, some boring event. something happened. maybe it was just all the tension building up and you simply didn't notice because... you somehow ended up at his place, stripped naked, and honestly? it was mind-blowing.

"hey!" you pant desperately, whimpering from how firmly he grips on your hips. your hands grip onto his couch tightly as your knees hit the soft material. "loosen up a little, my hips are bleeding!"

katsuki's been on edge all day, his mind filled with images of you, wearing your tight fitted clothes that hugged your curves just right, and those high heels that make your legs look endless.

it didn't make it any better when you approached him too, too drunk to even remember where you live, getting you safe in his place and pushing aside your differences for now. maybe a little too much.

"what'cha talking about? i'm not gripping you hard enough," katsuki grins almost devilishly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he continues to slam into you from behind, admiring the warm red marks on your hips.

the alcohol earlier long left his system and yours. all he's drunk on now is the feeling of you clenching down on him, whimpering from beneath him. his hands hold onto your love handles as he pulls you into him, your sweet moans echoing in his ears.

he leans in close, breathing heavily, his voice low and rough. "besides.. you like it when i ram into you like this, don't cha?"

"god, you're insufferable," you huff out, frustration and a hint of vulnerability in your moans. "you're such a... fucking asshole."

katsuki grins at your reaction, his fingers sinking deeper into your skin. its not enough for him, the pleasure hes giving you. seeing as you're still being a bitch. more can't hurt, right?

a hand reaches forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back, a sick twisted feeling in him as he watches you struggle to take him.

"watch it, woman." he grunts, his balls twitching as it slams against your pillowy folds. it felt like heaven as he slams his cock hard into your warm cunny, after putting up with your ass for so, so long.

"you knew what you were doing when you decided to show up in that tight little dress. you've been waiting for this, haven't you?"

your yelp of surprise quickly turns into a gasp of pleasure as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls it back firmly. you try pouting at him but can't keep the moan fully suppressed from your lips.

"not my fault you..." you manage to huff out, your voice filled with irritation and undeniable craving. "get turned on like a pathetic little teenager..."

katsuki laughs at your comment, his laughter quickly turning into a low, growl as he continues to thrust into you. he knows you're taunting him, trying to rile him up. and it's working.

"oh yeah? what makes you think i'm the pathetic one here, hah?" he pauses, landing a hard smack on your ass, earning another yelp from you before holding onto your hips again.

"you're the one on all fours here, getting fucked by me like a dog because you're too needy to wait til we got to bed..."

"don't act like you're any better," you retort, voice shaky with pleasure. "hypocrite.."

he scoffs, giving your hair another firm tug. "i can't help it if you looked that good, brat... besides, you love how much i want you. you love knowing how much i fuckin' need you. don't try to deny it..."

katsuki gives you another smack, this time a little harder. you whimper weakly, face flush with embarrassment as he continues his relentless assault on your cunt.

"you're... hah," you mewl out, voice trembling. "delusional... obsessed."

katsuki laughs again, the sound rough and low in his throat. "yeah, i am. its a real problem. can't help it if you're the only woman that gets me going like this. but you love it."

you muffle your moans by covering your mouth with your hand, your attempts to suppress your growing ecstasy proving very ineffective.

"you're just.. a horny jerk.." you gasp between breaths, the words coming out in a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "all you are to me is an...easy lay."

katsuki grunts, feeling your words hit him like a punch in the gut. he knows you're trying to push his buttons, to get him to snap.

and it was working.

he tugs roughly on your hair, his eyes narrowing as he glares down at you.

"oh, you think i'm just an easy lay, huh? someone you can use whenever you need to, but then you can toss me aside when you're done? is that what you think i am?"

you can barely speak as he goes rougher on you, your words broken up by moans and gasps of pleasure as his cock bullies your cervix.

your eyes are closed, head thrown back, and all you can get out is a desperate repetition of "no," and "sorry," as you mewled with pleasure and submission.

katsuki loosens his grip on your hair a bit, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as you moan from underneath him.

he loves the way your voice trembles when you apologize, how you get all sweet and vulnerable when he's got you like this.

it's like you're a totally different person when you're not fighting and arguing, and he can't get enough of it.

"yeah? you sorry, huh?" he lands another hard smack on your ass again, another whimper rolling off of your tongue. "you sorry for callin' me names, sayin' things to piss me off?"

"yes, yeah, 'm...sorry... bakugo," you repeat through gasps of pleasure, almost pleading and surrendering to him. "...'m sorry..."

katsuki lets out a low growl, feeling something in his chest tighten at the sound of his name on your lips, your voice soft and vulnerable.

he's not used to seeing you be submissive, his grip on your hips tightening again. what he's used to is you calling him by his name, always in a tone full of sarcasm and irritation. but hearing his name from you, spoken like that...

it's driving him absolutely feral.

"tch. sorry enough to let me do whatever i want to you?" he mutters, his voice rougher than usual, massaging your doughy ass.

you nod, head bobbing up and down feverishly, your face hot from embarrassment. your chest rises and falls as you pant, feeling desperate and needy, the sounds of your rapid breaths echoing in the room.

"yeah? whatever i want?"

"shit— yeah.. anything.. just get on with it, dammit.."

katsuki's eyes narrow as he stares down at you, a sly grin spreading across his face. he knows exactly what he wants, and he can already tell it's going to catch you off guard.

"anything, huh? lean back a little f'me."

you bite down on your lip, contemplating what his next move might be before you gingerly get up on your knees, leaning back against him. you feels his chest pressed firmly against your back, the heat from his skin sinking through you.

katsuki grins, his hand letting go of your hair, moving down to your hips, using his grip to arch you back against him. his other hand grips your chin, angling your head back so he can look you in the eye. he stares down at you for a moment, his gaze intense, his face so close to yours.

then, without warning, he closes the distance between you, his lips crashing down on yours.

you gasp into the kiss, the sound muffled and lost in a tangle of messy, desperate need. you struggle to keep up with the kiss, overpowered by the relentless pace he sets.

as rough as he was, it felt vulnerable. strangely sweet. your lips part and a soft moan escapes, your body shivering and trembling against his.

his tongue pushes into your mouth as he kisses you deeply, desperately, his hands roaming over your body like he can't get enough of you.

he's wanted this for so long, but he never imagined it would feel this good.

katsuki's kisses become more feverish, his hands moving down to your hips, guiding you against him as his body presses against you from behind.

he breaks the kiss with a ragged breath, pushing you down against the couch, your face pressed into the cushions. his hand finds your scalp again, tugging on your hair again as he watches his cock sink deeper into your pussy.

"shit... was that what you were expecting?"

you cry out, the sound muffled by the couch. your body shudders and writhes, your hands clenching into tight fists as you shakes your head, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

"n-no.."

"figured.. but i'm willing to bet you liked it anyway."

you scoff, trying to feign annoyance or irritation, but there's no mistaking the flush on your cheeks or the way your body trembled when he kissed you.

you can't deny the intense and silent yearning when he kissed you, the way it makes you crave his rough touch, the temptation to melt into his arms all too strong despite your resistance.

"oh, you can deny it all you fuckin' want, but your body is tellin' me something different," katsuki grins, watching your body betray your feigned annoyance."act like you hate me, i don't give a shit. but i know you love this."

you pant out weakly, voice trembling and quavering as you whimper. "you're so... damn... mean."

katsuki chuckles, his grip on your hips tightening further as he grinds against you.

"that's right. i'm the worst, aren't i? and yet here you are, drippin' wet on my dick, all because of me."

his rough treatment of you, the way he makes your body shiver and quiver, his dirty, filthy words egging you on, has you trembling and embarrassed, overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure.

every muscle in your body tensed, your back arching against him as a cry escaped you. you were close. so, so close.

"bakugo, please... i.. i'm... gonna...." you moan out as you push your ass onto his abdomen, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you take everything he gives you.

katsuki's body shivers as you moans out his name, the sound sending a wave of electricity through him.

"tch, already?" he clicks his tongue at you, deliberately slowing down the pace. you let out a strangled whine, your body shaking in his grip. "c'mon, you better not get off now... i'm not done with you yet."

"bakugooo... i'm close... please..." you mewled, pleading and needy. "please, i need... i need... " you can't even finish the sentence, your mind consumed with the single-minded desire for him. and his dick.

"begging now, huh? what happened to all that attitude? did i fuck it out of ya that fast?"

"you fuckin' wish... shit... i don't care anymore... just make me feel good, please..."

your body trembles against him, shaking with need and desperation. you're pleading, begging him to give you what you need. you can't even form a coherent thought anymore, your mind fogged up raw, unrelenting need. the need for him.

"you really need it that badly?" katsuki coos almost condescendingly, loving how much you're falling apart beneath him. "you're shaking like a fuckin' leaf. this tight little pussy clenching down on me... you're pathetic."

"fuck, fuck, i'm sorry," your gasps and moans have evolved into a desperate whimpers and needy whines, your body shaking as tears stream down your face. "just need you.. need you so much, please.."

the pleasure overwhelms you, feeling like you're going to come apart at the seams. your body quivers uncontrollably against him, like a puppet whose strings are held by his every touch.

katsuki's mind is swimming, overwhelmed by the sight of you falling to pieces beneath him. he looks down at you, taking in her quivering, desperate state. he's never seen you so vulnerable, so needy for him. it's a sight he didn't know he needed to see.

he gently pulls you up from the couch, using his hand on your wrist. he leans over to you, his lips fanning over your ear, his breath warm on your skin.

"look at me, princess. let me kiss you again."

he calls you princess, not just because of your bratty and entitled demeanor, but because deep down, he wants to treat you like one.

he wants to pamper and spoil you, wrap you in luxurious silk sheets and never let you want for anything.

but admitting that was not easy for him.

so he covers it up, telling himself it's just your attitude that earned the nickname, not any weird, hidden desires.

your face is flushed, feeling embarrassed by his simple request and the intimacy of the moment. but the pleasure he's given you leaves your body and mind too fogged to object. with a breathless gasp, you turn to face him.

katsuki's eyes rake over your face, taking in all of you. for a moment, he looks at you with an expression you've never seen on his face before.

it's softer, gentler than his usual cocky grin or mean glare.

he leans in close, his face a few inches away from yours, his eyes fixated on your lips. slowly, he closes the distance between them, his mouth capturing yours in a surprisingly tender kiss.

as your lips met, it's like the world melts away. it's a feeling so unfamiliar to both of you, but at the same time, it feels so unbelievably right.

you gasp as he pulls away, the sudden absence of his touch leaving you with a pang of emptiness, your body still trembling and buzzing with need.

you want more. but you can't ask him that.

his eyes are fixed on your face, watching your cheeks flush hot with embarrassment as you meet his gaze. he can't help but chuckle, his usual cocky smirk back on his face.

"what, you gettin' all shy on me? after everything we've done tonight, this is what does it for you?"

"shut up..." you click your tongue, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but it's quickly unraveling when he starts his relentless pace again.

your words are broken between gasps and moans as he goes harder, your body arching needily against him. "oh, fuck.. yes, bakugo... please, 'm.. gonna..."

"yeah? you gonna cum for me, princess?" he grins, landing another hard smack on your ass. "you gonna cum all over this dick?"

katsuki's breath hitches at your nod and whiny pleas, his body shuddering against you. he can feel how close you are, and he's not sure how much longer he can hold on himself.

"cum for me, princess. wanna feel you clenching down on me, c'mon..."

at his words, you completely shatter against him, your body trembling, vibrations sending down his body as you whimper and moan against him. your gummy walls clamp down on his cock, painting your insides a creamy white of your own.

katsuki watches you unravel from beneath him, clicking his tongue when he feels close. he pulls his cock out of you, stroking it feverishly.

"fuck," he groans, spurting his thick seed onto your back, digging his nails into your hips.

you huff, chest heaving with each breath as you look back at him, clear frustration and arousal on your face.

"why didn't you.. cum inside?" your voice is a breathless whisper, filled with both annoyance and a hint of pleading need.

his eyes widen a little, his face flush as he lets out a breathless chuckle. "did you want me to?"

he reaches down, his fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle. it's such a contrast from the rough way he treated you earlier, like a completely different side of him.

you scoff and look away, trying to hide the truth behind a pout. even the act of looking away feels like a betrayal to what you truly wanted.

"hmph. why would i want something like that..."

katsuki grins at your defiant expression, loving the feign indifference. he reaches out, tilting your chin up so you're looking at him again.

"you can admit it, y'know. i won't make fun of you."

you pout, as if trying to act like the thought hadn't crossed your mind before. but your words betray your feigned disinterest, cheeks flushed.

"maybe i do. do it inside next time."

his smirk falters a little, showing that gentle look in his eyes again like he's surprised, but not displeased, at your implication.

"you want a next time, princess?"

"yeah... unless, this is a one-time thing?"

it's a question that betrays you, giving him a peak of what you realled wanted. you're trying to sound casual, but the subtle tremble of your voice nearly gives you away.

katsuki notices the tremor in your voice, the hint of vulnerability behind the cool facade. he can tell when you're putting up that tough exterior.

"you really think I'd be done with you after just one night?" he chuckles, his hand moving down to your, rubbing the hot red nails marks.

"oh," your cheeks flushed, embarassed by his words. but you could feel your heart beat hard against your chest as you realize what he meant. "so.. will there be a next time?"

katsuki grins down at you, his hand roaming over you body, still taking in the sight of you, flushed and breathless beneath him.

even if he didn't want to (but deep down, he did), he found it nearly impossible to deny you. it was as if you had some sort of power, a hold on him that made his usual attitude falter.

he was caught, wrapped around your finger, a puppet to your whims, unable to do anything but surrender to you.

and he wanted nothing else.

"oh, there will definitely be a next time, princess. i'm nowhere near done with you yet."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ part two ! ]

[rawme-price]

Omg a pt 5 to my reader and her dog riley?? This is getting out of hand...

Anyways reader figures ghost out lol

Despite what gaz may say about you, u are not totally oblivious. You tend to notice when guys are interested in you, its just that ghost is so embarrassed about the effect you have on him that he's deadset on avoiding you. Everytime you even mutter praise for ur beloved riley, ghost is already out the door. Its a bit odd, you and ghost actually do have nice chats when riley isn't around, his dark humor and casual vibe is actually pretty charming.

It happens by chance while you and the guys are eating lunch, a rare occasion but one you enjoy very much. Soap is happily explaining how he got his callsign, when you furrow your brow and ask "Wait, what even is your last name? I've only ever heard people call you soap or johnny."

Soap grins, you've fallen right into his and gazs plan "Aye, i guess you wouldn' know would ye?" He muses, attempting to hide his grin "mines MacTavish, gaz is garrick, price is well...price, and ghost is riley."

"Riley?" You ask, looking at ghost, "dude, you share a name with my dog! Isn't that cool?"

You joke about it, but you can see the blush creeping up his neck when all he does is grunt. You file that away for later and go back to listening to soap.

A few days later, you and ghost are in the common area simply enjoying eachothers presence. He's lying spread across the couch, and ur working on the puzzle that's been taking up the coffee table for the better part of three weeks. Riley's not with u today, having been taken to the beach to go play with ur friends dogs. You miss him, but luckily your friend sends you a video of the big guy!

He's just so cute, covered in sand and chasing the other dogs! You smile at your phone, hand reaching up to pat ghosts bicep.

"Ghost! Ghost, look at this!" You dont wait for him to respond, knowing he will look "its riley at the beach! Look how cute he is!" You enthuse, leaning over so he can properly see the screen from his position.

"Riley's such an energetic boy, he loves to play! God, hes just amazing, I know hes having a great time right now. Hes such a good boy!"

The strangled sound ghost makes has you pausing, actually looking at him instead of gushing about riley. He's flushed, eyes wide as they stare up at you. You only now realize how close you are, leaning against his torso slightly, muscles stiff under your touch.

A grin splits your face, dots connecting. "Oh, this does something for you doesn't it?" You ask, and he looks like hes about ready to bolt, but too scared to push you away.

"Do you like hearing your name on my tongue? Or is it the praise?" His breath hitches, "hm, thought so. You wanna be my good boy, ghost?"

"Simon- its simon" he barely manages to respond, a gasp leaving his mouth as you lean closer, practically plastering to his side.

"Okay then, simon" you agree easily, relishing in the way his skin reddens. A hand trails up to rub his bicep, groping at the muscles you've been eyeing for far too long. "Cmon simon, be good for me."

He whines, outright and needy when you straddle his waist, large hands coming up to grab your thighs. He's already rock hard beneath you, grinding up almost unconsciously. Simon doesn't protest when you hook a finger under the surgical mask he wears, pulling it off to reveal the pretty part of his lips as he sighs. You cant resist leaning down and kissing him, feeling the way his lips press against yours warmly.

Youre snaking a hand under his shirt when a loud and pointed cough startles you two. Both of your heads whip around to see price with his arms crossed, looking thoroughly unamused.

"This is a public room," he points out, sounding vaguely disappointed despite the gleam in his eye "take this somewhere private."

As he walks out, you swear you can hear a muttered fucking finally.

(Omg wow hope yall enjoyed. fi you thought i was gonna make reader anything other than dominant ur in the WRONG HOUSE im a sub ghost truther!! I promise ill write the actual smut eventually lol.)

[todomochi-uwu]

Is there any way I could repay you?

Pairing(s): Luffy x reader; Zoro x reader; Sanji x reader; Ace x reader; Law x reader Genre: Smut Warnings: This content is for a mature audience Synopsis: Is there any way you could repay them? Author's notes: I love @inseobts layout for their fics so I decided to use something similar. I've never worked with this style, I hope you guys enjoy it. I'm also right around the corner of Marineford and I feel like dying since Ace is my favourite character. So, indulge me. Masterlist If you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee

Luffy 

Your fridge broke down a couple of hours ago. 

You had tried everything and anything to make it work, but the piece of shit wouldn’t budge (it’s also old af). 

On your way to ask anyone if they knew someone who could repair it, you stumbled into the gum boy. 

"Oh, hello, neighbour!"  

"Oh shit, that sucks, but don't worry, I can fix it. How hard can it be?" 

He wouldn’t fix shit, but he would try (or in a stroke of luck he just might). 

Let’s say, by some miracle, he does. 

You’d spent hours watching him work. He had taken his jacket off, a white tank top underneath. 

Getting a little sweaty, tongue poking out in concentration. 

You had ogled for a good hour to two, and no, he hadn’t even noticed. 

He would groan in frustration when he couldn’t manage to get it to work. 

“Stupid, fucking thing.” 

You delivered small treats for his trouble: a lemonade, a sandwich, and a bowl of ramen he was craving. 

“Fucking finally!” 

“Thank you so much, Luffy! Is there any way I can repay you? 

Yeah, remember when I said he hadn’t noticed you ogling? Well, he did. 

And that’s how you found yourself bent over the kitchen floor, being pounded to the nines, crying out like bitch in heat with a pizza slice resting in your back. 

“Fuck, Luffy! Don’t stop, don’t stop." Spit dribbled down your mouth, and your fingers gripped the floor, desperately to hold onto anything that would ground you. 

Behind you was Luffy, who panted in between taking bites out of his pizza, “You are so tight.” The grip of his hands on your love handles would surely leave a nasty bruise, but that was the least of your worries. 

Zoro 

You had just come back from work, the only thing you wanted was to take a shower. 

Of course, the fucking thing wasn��t working. 

You had tried everything, from hitting it with a hammer to twisting the handles to yelling at it. 

No idea how to fucking fix it. 

You texted the landlord, but he said he won't be able to fix it until tomorrow. 

And you need a shower NOW. 

Just when you were to knock on your chef neighbour's door, he appeared.  

Sweaty, towel around his neck, and sporting a really tight compression chest. Zoro popped one ear out of his headphones, “Curly brow's not home.” 

“Shit, my shower is not working, and I don’t know how to fix it.” 

“That’s happened to me before. Let me check it out." 

Now you have another issue: the wet patch that formed in your panties after you watched the handyman check out your shower.  

His strong back muscles faced you, flexing and moving while inspecting the problem. 

He would cuss under his breath and groan every time his methods wouldn’t work. 

This angle also gave you a great view of his ass. He had clearly worked for it. 

Your head fantasized about what would happen if you were to bend to your knees in front of him, pull his pants down and take his cock in between... 

“Shit!” He had fixed it. Water splashed onto your floor, but not before soaking him. If you thought that shirt was already see-through enough... 

“Oh god, let me get you a towel.” Or maybe you could dry up the water with your tongue. Everyone wins, right? 

“Thank you so much, Zoro! Is there any way I could repay you?” 

And that’s how you found yourself just the way you imagined. Choking on his cock, tears running down your face, and gags escaping your throat. 

“Yeah, keep sucking that dick”, His hips thrust against your mouth, pushing his member further down, making you gag. Your nails biting the skin of his thighs, trying to balance yourself, but never wanting him to stop. You looked up at him, that lazy smirk and the way his tongue licked his lips made you dizzy. 

You sucked your cheeks in, running your tongue against the thick vein that ran down his member. His grip on your hair let you know you were doing something right, "I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, baby.” 

Sanji 

It was your grandma's birthday tomorrow, so you decided to bake her a cake. 

Shit, the fucking oven isn’t turning on. 

You have the batter ready to bake it will spoil if you don’t do something about it, right? 

Oh, how convenient, your neighbour is a chef. 

(Never mind he is blow-minding hot. What? Who said that?) 

"Hey, neighbour. I’m so sorry to bother you, but would you mind if I borrow your oven?" 

He would never no to a sweet little thing like you, but pushing your tits out as you showed him the ramekin didn’t harm anyone. 

Would do all the work for you, even going as far as fixing your recipe. 

You watch his hands the entire time. 

He had folded his sleeves so you could see the veins that covered his arms. 

“Open up, I want to see if it’s sweet enough.” 

He pushed the frosting-covered spoon against your lips. 

And, gladly, you took it. Looking into his eyes while covering your tongue with the thick substance. 

He gulped. 

Amazing what watching a man decorate a cake can do for your libido 

"There, it is all done for your grandma's birthday." The result was far better than anything you could have ever done.  

“Thank you so much, Sanji! Is there any way I could repay you?” 

And that’s how you found yourself laying tits up, nipples covered in the leftover frosting and the chef’s head in between your legs. 

"Oh, my god, Sanji." He’s got you cross-eyed while his tongue laps against your sweet cunt. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking it and licking it while his fingers piston in and out of your entrance. 

He lets out moans and whimpers, you’ve got him pussy drunk, and the only thing on his mind is making you cum again and again on his tongue, “You taste so sweet, mon cœur.” 

Ace 

Your heater had broken down in the middle of the fucking winter. 

No matter how many sweaters and jackets you wore, you still couldn't feel your fingers. 

You had messaged your landlord hours ago, but oh, surprise, surprise, he never answered. 

You were walking down to the elevator, about to go out and get some hot chocolate, when he saw you. 

“Hey, neighbour!” It was minus two fucking degrees outside, but this man was in a tank top and shorts (to be fair, it would be a crime to hide those arms) 

“Oh my god, are you okay? Your lips are blue!” “Your heater broke? Maybe I can help!” The optimism and overconfidence run in his family, if you can’t tell. 

He took a look at the thing, and Lord knows how, but he melted it. 

“Uh, umm, uh...” Indeed. 

He spent the next couple of hours trying to fix what he had done on top of the main issue. 

He would bite and lick his lips, eyebrows furrowed, focused. 

His frustrated groans belonged in a porno. 

“Fuck.” He would whisper occasionally. 

Like his little brother, Ace would also appreciate the food you’d offer. 

“This pie is so good! Did you really bake this?” He licked his thumb, savouring the rest of the sweet filling. 

What that mouth do. 

You don’t know how or what the fuck he did, but he did fix it. 

“There! You stupid shit!” 

“Thank you so much, Ace! Is there any way I could repay you?” 

And that’s how you found yourself backwards riding his cock on your couch. The cold had abandoned your body, and now you felt like you were burning with his hard chest against your back and his fingers toying with your aching clit. 

“Ace!” You moaned his name; it was the only thing that your mouth managed to say. Your brain had turned to mush the second he stuck his dick inside you. His hands pushed your hips up and down; his hips pounded you into oblivion, his dick reaching places your fingers (or frankly, any other dick) never could. 

“You like that, baby girl?” He said against your ear, his teeth pulling on your earlobe. He laughed, amused by your cock-drunkenness. He slapped your clit, making you jump and gasp, throwing you over the edge, “You don’t need no heater, baby. I am the heat now.”  

Law   

You were stupid, and you cut yourself while making a fruit bowl. yeah.  

While it wasn’t a deep wound, it did sting, and blood kept coming out.  

Trying to be very careful, to not hurt yourself any further or stain even more things.  

You bump into him. 

First, he looks at you, annoyed and then notices the blood on your hand.  

“Tch, that looks bad.” Yeah, you think?  

He grabs your hand, carefully, inspecting the cut.  

His eyebrows furrowed, twisting your wrist, his skin is a bit rough, and the tattoos in his hands make you want to ask him if he was willing to choke you. 

(You had seen this man once or twice in your life, barely knew his name, and already you are thinking about sticking his fingers in your mouth, get yourself together.) 

“It’s not that deep, but you might wanna clean it. Come.” Gladly.  

And just like that, you were inside this man’s apartment.  

Score? 

His place smells like a clinic, it’s almost funny the fact he has a penguin and polar bear plush on the couch.  

He pulls out his medical kit and begins cleaning the wound. The sudden sting makes you flinch.  

“Don’t move.” He commands, and you obey. No idea who this man is, but if he were to ask you to bend over, you probably would. Yeah, common sense leaves the room when it comes to dick. His dick.  

“There. Next time, try to pay attention to what you are doing.” Rude... you were listening to a true crime podcast, and it was just getting good.  

“Thank you so much, Law! Is there any way I could repay you?”  

And that’s how you found yourself, face pressed against the surface of his desk and fingers pumping in and out of your cunt. Your juices are dripping down and wetting every document and book, but he doesn’t seem to mind.  

“Law, please, please.” You don’t even know what you are begging for; he’s giving you everything you want, and more. His fingertips brush against the walls inside you, his thumb rubs and plays with your clit, while his other hand spanks you and pushes your head harder against the wood.  

He pulls his fingers out for a second, right when he feels you are clenching harder against them, “Quiet now. Don’t want the neighbours knowing how much of a slut the girl next door is.” He spanks your right cheek. Yeah, he isn't letting you cum, at least not right now.