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[shadowlord420sgf]

Somewhere Warmer

hector (date everything) x reader

⌗ summary: hector liked to watch you sometimes, not that you minded. word count is 2.7k

⌗ warnings!: female reader, oral sex (reader receiving), p in v, praise kink, a bit of stalking, masturbation, overstimulation

⌗ a/n: this is for that one anon who uses “ (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)” i think my dumbass lost your request 💔 also tysm for all the asks im so excited to write them guys!! (you can read this on my ao3 btw)

You liked Hector.

You thought he was sweet—how he showed his love for you in little things. Like adjusting the airflow when you were too cold or hot. He wasn’t too open the first time you met him, but you always knew he was there. Watching over you. Looking after you.

In a way, it made you feel cared for. Protected. Wanted.

You noticed that you two seemed to have more conversations through the vent in your bedroom. The way he’d stammer through his sentences, the way he sometimes groaned softly under his breath—he wasn’t very good at hiding it. Not anymore.

You knew he watched you sometimes. Not in a creepy way, not really. It was obvious how he tried to hide it—how you’d hear his fans whirring a little louder whenever you started undressing, like he was embarrassed to be caught. But that only made it sweeter somehow; how desperate he was. How hard he tried not to want too much.

And maybe you liked that, too.

The way he tried so hard to be good. The way he felt bad for wanting you, even when it was obvious how badly he did.

You didn’t want him to feel guilty. Not when you wanted him just as much.

So tonight, you moved slowly, just for him.

You laid on your bed, making sure you were in perfect view of the vent on the wall across from you. You dragged your hand up the length of your thigh with a quiet little sigh, and let it rest just above the hem of your underwear. Fingertips ghosting the edge, but not dipping in. Not yet.

Soon you felt the air around you grow colder, and let your legs fall apart.

Hector was staring at your lewd form through the grate with wide eyes, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his pants.

With that, you slid your fingers lower, brushing lightly over your slit through the fabric. A soft exhale slipped from your lips. Hector couldn’t stand another second of this and freed his hard cock from the restraints of his pants, taking it into his hand with a soft whine. He began stroking himself as his eyes raked over your body, watching the way your chest heaved slightly with every soft pant and pretty moan you let out. He covered his mouth with his free hand in a poor attempt to muffle his own noises that escaped on their own.

“Heeector…” You moaned his name slowly, like a secret.

Hector’s heart dropped at hearing his own name fall from your lips so sweetly. He knew he should’ve stopped, he should’ve apologized for seeing you in such a state… but he could only grip his cock tighter, stroke himself faster. Your eyes darted up to the vent, staring directly at it, at him. Hector whimpered under your gaze as if it controlled him.

It was shameless, the way your body arched. The way your free hand squeezed at your breast, your fingers pinching softly as you rocked your hips upward. You knew what you were doing. You knew he could see. And somewhere behind that vent, you knew he was falling apart, trying so hard not to.

“Are you watching me?” you whispered into the room, lips parted as you pressed your fingers against your clothed clit. “I hope you are.”

Hector froze at the question, because he obviously was. He nodded desperately, brows knit together and panting, as if you could see him. You didn’t need to though, you already knew the answer.

“Hector,” you moaned out again, “Would you.. maybe come down here? Please?” You knew that you were asking a lot of him, as he only liked to show himself in the attic. You’d seen him before of course, and you assured him that you thought he was handsome, which he is. Still, he was working on his self esteem and confidence.

You sat up a bit when you didn’t hear an answer right away. “It’s alright if you don’t want to. I just… kinda want you here with me right now.” You said, feeling a bit shy now.

How could he resist you when you spoke so sweetly? How could he ever let you down? He wouldn’t. “My love…” you finally heard him speak through the vent, “I… I’ll be there in a moment. For you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that beamed on your face when he entered your room. You wished he could see how pretty he looked with his face all flushed, and eyes blown wide with messy hair.

He crossed the room slowly, like every step might startle a dream. But when he reached the bed, he didn’t wait for another invitation—just cupped your cheek in one hand, the other bracing himself beside your hip, and kissed you like he’d earned it. Like this was his reward for being good.

It started soft—tentative even. But when you sighed into his mouth and tilted your head just so, he groaned a sound of want. And then his lips were moving faster, hungrier, parting yours with his, breathing you in like he was desperate to memorize the taste of you.

You barely noticed the way he guided you back onto the bed—his touch so careful, so steady—but you definitely noticed when he broke the kiss and dropped to his knees at the edge.

You could only whisper his name as his hands trembled slightly while they slid up your thighs, slowly. His voice dropped low, thick with awe and something almost trembling.

“You are a vision,” he whispered, “my beautiful, my everything.”

He leaned in to kiss the inside of your knee, lips warm and desperate, tracing soft, needy paths higher. “I’ve thought about this—dreamed about this—for so long. Just to be here, with you like this…”

The moment his mouth met your cunt, your hips jerked, and a groan tore from deep in his chest, raw and full of longing. His tongue moved with purpose—flicking, curling, teasing—like every second meant the world to him. He moved to suck on your clit in a way that made you yelp.

One hand braced around your waist to steady you, the other slid between your thighs, fingers slow and gentle as they pushed into your soaked heat. He moaned when he felt how wet you were.

“All this… for me?” His voice was rough, awestruck, almost breathless against your clit. “You’re perfect. So warm—so good for me. Please, let me take care of you, my love.”

His fingers curled inside you, stroking that perfect spot while his mouth stayed latched onto you, tongue unrelenting, every movement deliberate and full of aching love. Your moans fed his hunger, made him more desperate, but every touch stayed tender—slow, careful, devoted.

You gasped as your back arched up off the bed, “Hector— please, I’m gonna come.” You managed to moan out, and Hector let out his own sound at your words. God, he was so proud of himself.

You writhed beneath him as he whispered right into your skin, voice desperate, “Yes, that’s it. Give me everything. Let me make you come, my darling.”

And you don't think you’ve ever come harder in your life. Your orgasm hit you as you gasped, hips bucking up against his mouth, and he moaned like he was the one coming—like your pleasure was his reward, his devotion fulfilled.

You panted heavily in an attempt to catch your breath, fingers grasping onto the sheets for dear life. Your legs were shaking, body limp and twitching as you tried to catch your breath, but Hector hadn’t budged. His mouth was still buried between your thighs, licking up your release like a starved man. His fingers never stopped moving inside you—slow, steady, coaxing every drop of pleasure out of you while you whimpered and writhed.

“H-Hector,” you gasped, hips squirming as he continued. “Too much—”

“My love,” he murmured, pressing gentle kisses to your oversensitive clit, even as his fingers kept thrusting. “You can give me one more. I know you can. You’re doing so, so well.”

You whimpered but nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as he started stroking deeper—his fingers curling up into you with purpose now, searching for that same spot he’d found before.

“I can feel it,” he said softly, voice full of awe. “You’re already close again, aren’t you? So good. So perfect.” His tongue flicked out against your clit again, and the jolt it sent through your body made you cry out. “Let go for me, beautiful. Let me feel you fall apart. Please…”

Your hands gripped the sheets tighter as heat built in your belly again, mounting fast—too fast. His fingers were relentless, skilled now, learning every reaction, every twitch of your hips. His mouth stayed soft, sweet, coaxing little circles around your clit between reverent kisses. It was like being worshipped and ruined at the same time.

“Just like that, yes,” he said, breath catching. “You’re so beautiful when you come. Please, my darling. Let me see it again.”

And you did.

With a broken moan of his name, you shattered around him for the second time—your back arched, thighs trembling, mouth open in a moan. You felt yourself pulsing around his fingers, felt his warm breath and soft kisses as he whispered praise after praise against your skin.

“That’s it. There you are. My sweet girl. My good, good girl…”

Your breathing was shallow as you stared up at the ceiling—blank, hazy, ruined. His fingers had finally slipped free from inside you, slow and tender, but you could still feel him. The slickness, the heat, the emptiness.

And it made you ache.

“Hector…” you whispered, voice hoarse. “Please.”

He was still nestled between your legs, his cheek resting just above your thigh, arms wrapped around your hips like he never wanted to leave. He kissed your skin softly. “What is it, my love?”

You blinked down at him, lips parted. “I—I need you,” you whispered. “I need you to… fuck me.”

His breath hitched.

“You don’t have to be so gentle anymore,” you added, trying to shift your hips up toward him, needy and trembling. “I can take it. I want to. I want you. Inside me.”

Hector groaned softly, forehead dropping to your stomach. “My love,” he said, voice full of aching, “you don’t know what you do to me…”

But you did know. His own arousal had been pressed hot and heavy against the bed this whole time, neglected, denied, and so ready. You could see the outline now as he hovered above you, shifting, trying to gather himself. He was hard—so hard he was trembling from the restraint.

“You’ve been so good to me,” you breathed, cupping his face. “Please let me be good for you.”

His lips parted, and his gaze softened into something like awe.

“You’ve already been perfect for me, my beautiful girl,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you again. “But if you need me…”

You weren’t paying attention to how he freed his cock from those metal pants of his, you were just desperate to feel it inside you. His hips pressed forward experimentally, slowly grinding against your core—just enough to make you gasp. “Then I’ll give you everything.”

You nodded before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Yes Hector, please.” You whined softly, feeling so ready to feel him just as he wants to feel you.

Hector kissed your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, and smiled softly when you whined. He held your thighs so gently—like you were a porcelain doll. His body trembled above you as he lined himself up, breath stuttering at the wet heat brushing against his tip.

“I’ve thought about this,” he murmured, almost shy, brushing his nose along your cheek as he kissed you slowly. “Far too many times, my love. I’ve dreamed of how warm you’d feel… how tight…”

You whimpered and pulled him closer, legs wrapping around his waist. “Then do it. Please, Hector. I want it so bad…”

His forehead pressed to yours. “My beautiful girl,” he breathed, “you’ll have all of me.”

And with one slow, aching push—he gave it to you.

You gasped, eyes fluttering, mouth open and soft. He bottomed out with a low moan that sounded almost pained, like he’d been waiting centuries for this. He stilled inside you for a moment, arms tight around your waist, burying his face in your neck.

“So good,” he murmured, pressing kisses against your skin. “You take me so well, my dear. You feel… divine.”

You clenched around him and whined, hips already trying to chase friction. “Hector…”

“I know,” he whispered, and finally, finally, he started to move.

He set a slow, loving rhythm��deep strokes, grinding his hips into yours, one hand cupping the back of your head while the other held your waist steady. You were gasping into his mouth with every thrust, legs shaking again, dizzy and fucked-out.

And he was watching you, like he always did. Eyes wide, lips parted, completely transfixed by every sound, every flutter of your lashes, every desperate little arch of your back.

“Such a perfect little thing,”he whispered into your ear. “Tell me what you need, my love.”

“Need you,” you gasped, nails digging into his back. “Need you to fuck me harder, please—I want you to lose it, Hector—please—”

And he did.

A low, desperate groan tore from his throat, and he fucked into you like he’d snapped—like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His thrusts turned rougher, deeper, his mouth hot on your neck as he left marks behind, murmuring your name like a prayer.

“Mine,” he moaned. “You’re mine, you’re mine, my beautiful girl—”

You nodded helplessly, grabbing at his shoulders, moaning his name again and again. You were crying out now, legs trembling, completely falling apart underneath him.

Soon you were close, so close. You could feel it building again, deep in your belly—tight, trembling, hot and overwhelming. And Hector could tell.

“My love,” he whispered shakily, still fucking into you with steady, deep strokes, hips rolling just right against yours. “You’re almost there, aren’t you? I can feel you tightening around me…”

You whimpered a soft yes, barely able to get the word out, mouth open and eyes hazy. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, your nails dug into his skin, and your legs were trembling around his waist.

“Come with me,” he begged, his voice thick and desperate as he pressed his forehead to yours. “Please, come with me, my dear—I need it, I need to feel you fall apart around me—just one more time, you can do it, I know you can—”

You pulled him in to kiss you. Deep and tender and breathless, he swallowed every moan that poured from your mouth as he picked up the pace just a little more—grinding in deep, keeping his body flush against yours like he couldn’t bear even a millimeter of distance.

You were so full, so warm, so fucked-out, panting into his mouth, nearly crying from how good it felt. And Hector was still murmuring between kisses—

“Such a good girl… my beautiful girl… I love you so much, I love you—”

And then it hit you.

Your body arched up into him, back curling off the sheets as you came with a sobbed moan, clinging to him tight. You were fluttering around him, squeezing so hard it pulled a broken, desperate groan from his throat—and that’s all it took.

He gasped your name, slamming into you one final time, and then he was coming too, hard.

He held you close, trembling with every wave, burying his face into your neck as he filled you with soft, shuddering thrusts, whispering how perfect you were, how much he loved you, how he’d never wanted anything so badly.

You both stayed like that—breathing hard, tangled together, dizzy with the sweetness and heat of it all. His hands were stroking your back, your hair, his lips never leaving your skin for long.

“My love,” he murmured, barely above a whisper, “I never want to let go of you.”

You smiled weakly, arms still looped around his neck. “You don't have to, Hector,” you whispered, “And… Thank you.”

Safe to say he’s glad that he came out of the attic that night.

i hope this doesn’t SUCK i finished it at 4am 😭

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Hiiiiiiiiiii hi hi!! I gotta say I really really like REALLY love your stories. I come here every night and re-read shit for HOURS and HOURSS like isw im not even joking, anywaysssss, I would like (obviously if ur down for it) if you could write one where Thanos and Y/N are roommates. I don't really have a whole concept idea for this but I just would like one where they're living tg and ofc it's NSFW 😝 but yeahhhh. The rest can be wtv u want, I hope I make sense lol, idk how to do ts🥲

Thanks tho!!

It Was Never Just Roommates

Choi Su-bong x F!Reader

Masterlist

summary: you thought you were moving in with a girl. instead, you got thanos: cocky, chaotic, and nothing like you expected. he was supposed to be just a roommate. but late nights, shared spaces, and one unexpected kiss change everything.

warnings: alcohol, smoking, implied drugging attempt, sexual content, swearing

comments: minors do not interact

a/n: hiiii! thank you so so so much, you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear this and how glad i am that you’re enjoying my stories, i’m so grateful for this request because i love so much how it turned out and i hope you like it as much, have so much fun reading<3

You had finally been accepted into the university of your dreams. With that acceptance came a big change: moving out. For the first time, you’d be living on your own. Well, not entirely alone, but still, it was your own place. A small apartment just a short walk from campus, shared with a roommate you hadn’t met yet. The ad said female roommate preferred, so you assumed your new roommate would be a girl. You were curious, a little nervous maybe, but mostly excited to meet her.

You arrived early in the day, arms full of boxes and bags, your heart beating with that mix of anticipation and unfamiliar freedom. The apartment was modest but cozy, with pale walls and sun streaming in through the living room window. You didn’t claim a room just yet. It felt more respectful to wait, to make that decision together. For now, you dropped your stuff in the corner and wandered through the space, unpacking here and there, getting used to the feeling of calling it home.

Eventually, you ended up in the bathroom, rinsing your face, freshening up after the move. That’s when you heard it. A door. The front door. It creaked open, followed by the soft thud of footsteps. Your heart skipped. She’s here. You turned off the tap, quickly dried your hands, and stepped into the hallway with a smile forming only to stop short. Standing there, looking just as surprised as you, was not a she at all. It was a he. Tall, suitcase still in hand, hair tousled like he’d just gotten out of a cab. He blinked at you. You blinked back.

He was tall, muscular but not overly so. His build was the kind that said he worked out but didn’t live for it. His hair was purple, surprisingly natural-looking despite the color and slightly messy, like he’d just run his fingers through it moments before stepping inside. His eyes were a deep brown, nearly black, and the way they looked at you made you feel like he already knew something you didn’t. They lingered on you as you stood frozen in the hallway, towel still clutched in your hand from freshening up. He didn’t say anything at first, just observed you with a relaxed air before finally setting his suitcase down with a loud thud that broke the silence. “Well shit, they really did put a girl in here with me huh?” His voice was deep and slightly amused, like this wasn’t at all what he expected, but it wasn’t exactly a bad surprise either.

You blinked and cleared your throat. “Are you my new roommate?” The words came out softer than you meant them to. He took a step closer, a smirk slowly forming on his lips. “Fuck, yeah I am. Although I’ll admit, I was expecting someone… else.” His gaze flicked down and up again, brief but intentional. “No offense, but you don’t look like the kinda girl who’d live with a guy.” You crossed your arms, caught somewhere between defensive and confused. “Because I was expecting a girl… the ad said it would be a girl.” He chuckled, fingers running through his hair again, messing it up even more. “Yeah, well, life’s full of surprises, isn’t it?” He brushed past you like the conversation was already over, casually dropping his suitcase in the hallway as he walked toward the living room. “I’m Thanos, by the way. You got a name?”

You ignored his question entirely, still hung up on what he’d just said. “Thanos? That’s your name? Isn’t that from Marvel or something?” He laughed as he leaned against the kitchen counter, clearly not taking any of this too seriously. “Yeah, yeah it is. Just a nickname tho.” He looked you up and down again, slower this time, and his smirk widened. “So, you got a name or are we just gonna stand here staring at each other all day?” You hesitated, unsure if you even wanted to play into whatever this was. “What’s your real name?” He pushed off the counter and walked toward you, slowly and deliberately. “Does it matter? I mean, I’ll answer if you really want me to, but I kinda like the mystery of it all.” He stopped right in front of you, so close you could feel his breath on your skin. You stepped back before you even realized it, and he laughed softly, clearly entertained. “Damn, you’re shy.” His eyes flicked down your body, lingering for half a second before returning to your face. “You still haven’t told me your name.” You gave it, quietly. His grin stretched wider as he repeated it under his breath. “Well, fuck me… I like it.”

You changed the subject quickly. “Well Thanos… what room do you want?” He glanced over at the two bedroom doors. “Hm? You serious?” When you nodded, he looked genuinely curious. “You gonna let me choose first?” You shrugged. “It’s nice to ask.” He huffed a laugh, running a hand through his hair again. “Shit, a girl with manners. I’m not used to this…” He moved toward the rooms and opened the first door. It was a decent size, basic, nothing impressive. He checked the second. Bigger. More light. Larger bed. He turned to you with a playful look. “I’ll take this one.” “Okay…” you said, already starting to carry your things into the smaller bedroom. As you unpacked, you noticed him leaning against the doorway, watching you with a glint in his eyes. “You know, I feel kinda bad taking the bigger room…” He paused, stepping inside. “Maybe we should share.”

“What?” you asked, blinking at him, clearly not getting the joke. He laughed, full and unfiltered this time. “Fuck, I’m just messing with you…” He backed up to the doorway again, leaning against the frame. “The bigger room’s all mine, princess. Though, if you get cold at night…” He let the words trail off, clearly enjoying the thought. He didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, he turned, walked into his room, and shut the door behind him. A moment later he flopped onto the bed, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling with a stupid grin on his face. This was going to be fun.

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You had been unpacking for hours, sorting through everything you’d brought for university. Textbooks were stacked on your desk, your closet was half-organized, and random little things still lay scattered across your bed. You walked into the living room to grab another box, but stopped when you saw him. Thanos stood near the mirror, adjusting his tie with a level of comfort and confidence that made you pause. He looked nothing like the messy, teasing guy you’d met earlier. He looked sharp, clean, and like he belonged somewhere much louder and more exciting than the apartment you were standing in. You blinked at him, confused for a second, and he caught your expression. His lips curved into a small smirk as he chuckled. “You alright there, roomie?” he asked as he turned to face you fully. “I’ve got a party to get to. You wanna come?”

“Uh, no thanks,” you said quickly, instinctively folding your arms. He raised a brow, clearly amused, and gave you a once-over that made your cheeks warm. “No? You sure?” he asked, stepping closer. His eyes lingered for a moment before snapping back to yours. “It’ll be fun, I promise.” You hesitated, shifting your weight. “What kind of a party?” He shrugged like it was no big deal. “Just a little get-together with some friends. Drinks, music, dancing…” His smirk deepened. “Maybe a few games too.” He watched your face for a reaction, clearly enjoying how unsure you looked. “You really wanna stay home unpacking boxes?” You gave a small smile, shaking your head. “I’m just getting ready for university Monday. Parties aren’t really my thing.” He nodded with something like understanding, though it didn’t erase the hint of disappointment in his eyes. “Fair enough. You need to focus on school.” Then he stepped in even closer, his voice dropping slightly. “But if you change your mind… or if things get boring here alone…” He grabbed a scrap of paper from the counter and scribbled something down. “It’s at my friend’s place.” He handed it to you with a grin before heading out the door and disappearing into the night.

You stood in the quiet for a while after he left. You went back to unpacking, tried to stay focused, but your thoughts wouldn’t settle. He looked so confident, so at ease in that mirror. You didn’t want him to think you were just some quiet, nerdy girl who never left the apartment. After a few more minutes of pacing and overthinking, you gave in. You changed clothes, nothing flashy, just something a little cuter than before. You touched up your hair, grabbed the paper, and headed out. The house was loud before you even reached the door. Music pulsed through the walls, and laughter spilled out onto the porch. When you stepped inside, it was like walking into another world. People were everywhere, dancing, drinking, making out in corners. You barely had time to take it all in before your eyes found him. Thanos was in the corner, lips locked with a pretty blonde, hands gripping her waist. A group nearby was cheering them on like it was a show. He didn’t notice you at all.

“Hey beautiful,” came a voice from beside you. You turned and were met with a smile and a red plastic cup. The guy holding it was tall, muscled, wearing a fitted shirt that clung to his chest. His eyes dragged slowly over your body. “You new here?” You nodded, already regretting coming. “I’m uh-yeah.” He smiled wider. “I’m Ji-ho,” he said, stepping closer. “You here with someone?” His gaze flicked to Thanos and back to you. “Or you looking for someone to keep you company?” The question hung in the air. “I’m alone-” you started to say, but he cut you off smoothly. “Well, alone is boring.” His hand slid onto your hip as he leaned in. “How about we fix that? What’s your name, gorgeous?” You told him, unsure what else to do. “Nice to meet you,” he said, his hand gliding up to your waist. “I think I’ll keep you close tonight.” He took a sip from his drink and then held another cup out to you. “Want some? Vodka and cranberry. Strong stuff.”

You accepted, unsure why. Maybe to ease the tension. Maybe to distract yourself. You took a sip, the alcohol stinging at first, then settling into warmth. Ji-ho kept talking, laughing at his own jokes, brushing against you more than necessary. His lips grazed your neck once, then again. The buzz from the drink blurred your edges a little, loosening your nerves just enough to stop thinking. Then, suddenly, his posture shifted. His eyes darted past you. “Well look who decided to join the fun,” he muttered. You turned to see Thanos making his way toward you. The blonde girl was nowhere in sight. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes a surprise, maybe, or something closer to concern. “You actually came,” he said, stopping in front of you.

Ji-ho looked between the two of you, clearly surprised. “You two know each other?” he asked, his hand tightening slightly on your waist. “Thanos, when did you meet this girl? She’s fucking gorgeous.” Thanos smirked faintly, but his eyes never left yours. “Yeah, we know each other,” he said, not offering any more explanation. “Mind if I borrow her for a sec?” He looked directly at Ji-ho but still didn’t acknowledge you. “Got something to talk about.” “Yeah?” you asked, brows drawing together. Thanos didn’t answer. He just reached for your arm and gently pulled you away. His grip was firm but careful as he led you through the crowd and into a hallway away from the music and noise. Only when the sound faded did he stop and turn to face you.

You were about to ask again when he spoke first, his tone more serious than you’d ever heard it. “Listen,” he said, voice low. “I’m serious. Don’t take drinks from him. Don’t get alone with him.” Your stomach dropped. “What? Why? I just took a sip from his drink…” Thanos stepped closer, and suddenly the teasing look was gone. “Because that drink is probably spiked. Ji-ho has a reputation, okay? He slips roofies into girls’ drinks.” Your eyes widened. “What?” “Exactly. That’s why I came after you. You already drank some…” His voice softened, his presence shifting from warning to protection. “How do you feel? Dizzy? Uncoordinated? Those are early signs.” His hand gently steadied your arm, searching your face with real concern. “I feel okay… just scared now. Can you take me back, please?” He nodded right away. “Yeah. I’ll take you back. Just lean on me.” He slipped an arm around your waist, guiding you carefully through the party. As you passed Ji-ho, Thanos made sure to lock eyes with him. Ji-ho was already laughing with another girl, grinning like nothing had happened.

The car ride back was quiet. Thanos didn’t push you to talk, and you were grateful. When you reached the apartment, he helped you out gently, lifting you effortlessly when your balance wavered. He carried you inside, straight to your room, and sat you on the edge of your bed. He removed your shoes without saying a word, then pulled the blanket over you. The room was still and dim. He sat beside you, brushing your hair back slowly, checking your expression like he wasn’t sure if you were really okay yet. His thumb brushed lightly across your cheek. “Sleep,” he whispered. And for the first time that night, you let yourself breathe.

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The sun filtered through the curtains, warm and soft, casting pale gold across the floorboards. You blinked your eyes open slowly, the blanket still pulled high around your body. It took a moment to remember where you were, what had happened, and how you’d gotten back. The haze of last night clung to your thoughts, but the feeling of his arms supporting you down the hallway remained clear. You shifted upright, your head only slightly foggy, and glanced toward the doorway. The apartment was quiet, the distant sound of movement in the kitchen the only sign that someone else was awake.

You padded out carefully, your feet bare against the cool floor, and paused in the hallway. Thanos stood in the kitchen, shirtless, wearing only a loose pair of dark sweatpants. His purple hair was a tangled mess from sleep, pushed back lazily with one hand while the other gripped a mug. Steam rose gently from the coffee in his grasp. The window beside him was cracked open just enough to let in the morning breeze, which stirred the edge of the curtain. He didn’t look at you right away. He just sipped his drink, the light catching on the curve of his shoulder and the edge of a tattoo that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants.

You cleared your throat softly. “Morning.” He turned then, slow and casual, one brow slightly raised, like he wasn’t surprised you were awake but hadn’t really expected a conversation either. “You’re up,” he said simply, his voice low and a little rough from sleep. He gestured vaguely toward the coffee pot. “There’s more if you want some.” You walked in quietly, your fingers brushing the countertop as you moved, as if to make sure you were really awake and this wasn’t all still a dream. “Thanks,” you said, then paused, turning to look at him. “For last night. For bringing me home. For… looking out for me.”

Thanos leaned against the counter, the corner of his mouth pulling up in something like a smirk, but softer. “You make it sound like I did something heroic,” he said, exhaling slowly as he picked at the edge of the cigarette carton near the window. “You were about to get in trouble. I couldn’t just watch that happen.” He didn’t say it like it was a big deal, but the way he glanced at you when he thought you weren’t looking made you feel otherwise. “Still,” you said, cradling the warm mug between your hands, “You didn’t have to. I mean, we barely know each other.”

His eyes lingered on you then, slower, more thoughtful. “Maybe,” he murmured, “But I know enough.” You opened your mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come. Instead, there was a silence, not uncomfortable, just full. Full of something neither of you could name yet. He looked away first, tipping the mug to his lips again. “Anyway,” he said after a moment, “You’re not that hard to carry. I’ve had worse.” You let out a breath that was half a laugh, half something more vulnerable. He gave you a sideways glance. “You feeling okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Just… still a little shaken.” He didn’t tease you for it. He just nodded slowly and handed you the creamer without you even asking. The way he moved around the kitchen was relaxed, like this had always been your routine. Like mornings like this had happened before, and maybe they would again. You didn’t say anything more. You just drank your coffee and let the silence hold the weight of your thank you, knowing he’d already heard it.

The rest of that morning passed quietly. After thanking Thanos, you finished your coffee in near silence. He lounged on the couch with his phone, headphones in, half-listening to some low beat that leaked softly into the still air. You didn’t say much to each other after that. Maybe it was the awkwardness from the night before, or maybe it was just who he was distant, closed off once the moment had passed. Either way, you spent most of the day finishing your room, organizing your things, preparing your outfit for the next morning, and checking your class schedule a dozen times. The apartment stayed quiet, save for Thanos walking around once in a while, his voice briefly rising when he answered a call or cursed under his breath in the kitchen.

You didn’t see much of him for the rest of the day. He disappeared sometime in the evening, came back late, and by then you were already tucked in bed with the lights out, pretending not to notice the soft click of the front door or the way his keys dropped too loudly on the counter.

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The next morning, you woke with a buzz of nerves under your skin. It was your first official day at university. You dressed carefully, keeping it simple but clean. You wore your favorite perfume, tied your hair back neatly, and checked your backpack twice. Thanos was nowhere in sight. His door was shut, no light coming from underneath, and you figured he was either asleep or not home at all. You didn’t knock.

Campus was warm and alive when you got there. Students poured into the courtyards, laughing, calling out to one another. It was loud and bright and full of motion. Your nerves faded with each step. Your first class went better than you expected. The professor, a woman named Professor Seo, was warm and witty, and the lecture passed quickly. After class, a girl with dyed blue tips and a septum ring struck up a conversation with you while walking out of the building. Her name was Min-ji, and she was in your media studies class.

You liked her almost immediately. She talked fast, made jokes easily, and walked like she had somewhere better to be, but stayed anyway. The two of you ended up at a café near campus, tucked in the back by a window, sipping iced matcha lattes and swapping stories about your weird high school classmates and strict parents. Min-ji told you she grew up in Busan and had only moved to Seoul a year ago. She’d dyed her hair just to irritate her mother before starting college and claimed it was her most successful act of rebellion so far.

The sun had already begun to dip by the time you got home. The apartment was quiet again when you stepped in. You slipped your shoes off and dropped your bag by the door, stretching your arms overhead. The hallway was dim, the lights off, but as you passed his door, you froze. A soft thump echoed behind it, followed by a giggle. A girl’s voice, high and breathy. Then the sound of the bedsprings shifting, the unmistakable rhythm of movement. Another noise, a moan, low and masculine. His voice.

Your stomach turned sharply before your brain caught up. You didn’t know why it bothered you. It wasn’t like you were dating him. It wasn’t like he owed you anything. Still, you stood there a little too long, caught between the hallway and the sound behind the door. You couldn’t move until the next moan reached you, louder this time, followed by a burst of laughter from the girl.

You stepped quickly into your room and shut the door behind you. You didn’t turn on the light. You just sat on your bed, staring at your backpack like it had the answers you didn’t. You reminded yourself again, like a chant. He’s just your roommate. He can do whatever he wants. It doesn’t mean anything. But no matter how many times you whispered it in your head, it didn’t stop the way your chest ached or the heat that crept into your face when the moans continued through the wall.

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The first few days of university swept over you quickly. Between early lectures, navigating new buildings, and keeping up with readings, your routine started to form whether you were ready for it or not. You ran into Min-ji again on Tuesday, and by Thursday you were already sharing snacks between classes and complaining about the same professor. University life was busy, but it was also exciting in a way that kept your thoughts mostly occupied during the day. Mostly.

Evenings were different. Evenings were slower, quieter, except for the occasional laughter or muffled thuds coming from the other side of your bedroom wall. You tried not to pay attention to it, tried not to guess what was happening or who was there, but sometimes it was unavoidable. Some nights were quiet. Others… less so. You’d hear the soft creak of his bed or a girl’s laugh trailing down the hallway. You’d roll over in bed, shove your earphones in, and remind yourself again that it didn’t matter. He could do what he wanted. You were just his roommate.

You and Thanos still spoke, but not much. Just small exchanges in the morning when you crossed paths in the kitchen or short conversations when you passed each other in the hall. He was always cool, casual, the same way he was when you first met him. He’d ask if you needed the stove or if he could borrow a lighter. You’d respond with quick, simple answers and slip back into whatever you were doing. He never seemed bothered by the silence. He didn’t push. And for a while, neither did you.

One evening, after a long day of back-to-back classes and a headache that had refused to fade, you decided to cook something warm. The apartment was dim, quiet again, the window above the sink cracked just slightly open to let the breeze in. You hadn’t eaten properly in hours, and the familiar rhythm of chopping vegetables and stirring a pot was oddly calming. The sound of your playlist playing softly from your phone filled the space, and for once, it felt peaceful in the kitchen.

You were setting two bowls on the counter habit, maybe when you noticed him. Thanos was sitting on the couch, legs stretched out, phone in one hand, a joint in the other. His head turned when he caught the scent of garlic and spice wafting through the air. You hesitated, standing there with a spoon in your hand, and finally spoke.

“Hey… I made enough for two. Do you want some?” Your voice came out more uncertain than you wanted it to, too soft maybe, and you immediately regretted asking. He looked up at you for a moment, brows lifting slightly like he hadn’t expected that. Then he grinned and leaned forward, crushing out the joint in the ashtray on the coffee table. “Shit, yeah. Smells good as hell in here,” he said, getting up with an easy stretch. He moved toward the kitchen and glanced at the pot. “What is it?”

“Just something simple. Spicy tofu stew. It’s not fancy or anything,” you said quickly, already reaching for the ladle to serve him. He watched you for a second, then leaned against the counter beside you. “Simple’s good. Better than ramen three nights in a row.” You handed him a bowl, your fingers brushing his for a second. He didn’t say anything about it, just took the food and moved to the table. You followed, bowl in hand, and sat across from him. For a while, you both just ate in silence. You weren’t sure what to say or how to break the quiet without sounding awkward. You focused on your food, kept your eyes on the bowl, only sneaking glances up at him every now and then. “This is good,” he said after a few bites, nodding as he chewed. “Like, really good.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, keeping your gaze down. He glanced up at you, catching your discomfort almost instantly. “You always this quiet or am I just intimidating?”

You blinked, caught off guard, and fumbled your chopsticks a little. “No, I just… I guess I’m not used to this.” He tilted his head slightly. “Used to what? Eating dinner with someone or having a super-hot roommate?” Your eyes widened slightly, and he let out a soft laugh, clearly teasing, clearly enjoying himself. You shook your head, trying not to smile, even though part of you wanted to. “Both, maybe.”

“Well,” he said, settling back in his chair, “I think we should do this more often. You feed me, I keep being charming. It’s a good deal.” You didn’t know how to respond, so you just kept eating, cheeks warm. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it wasn’t bad either. It was the first time the apartment felt a little more like a shared space and a little less like two strangers living side by side.

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It was late, the kind of late where the silence in the apartment felt thick and lazy, and even the traffic outside seemed to have dulled into a hum. You were curled up on the couch in one of Thanos’s oversized hoodies you had borrowed without asking, the sleeves falling way past your hands. A quiet show was playing on the television, something light and forgettable, more for background than anything else. A half-empty mug sat beside you on the coffee table, the tea gone cold an hour ago, and your feet were tucked under a blanket that had slipped halfway off. You weren’t sure if you were really watching anymore or just staring in the direction of the screen, letting the flickering light lull your thoughts.

The front door clicked open and you heard it swing shut with a soft thud. You didn’t have to look up to know it was him. His footsteps were familiar now, heavy but unhurried, and you could hear the faint rustle of a jacket being tossed somewhere. Thanos stepped into view a moment later, and when you did glance at him, you noticed his eyes immediately red-rimmed, sleepy-looking, a little glassy. He had that dazed expression you were starting to recognize, lips slightly parted, his hair pushed back lazily like he’d run his hands through it too many times. There was a slight sway in the way he stood, not sloppy, just loose, like gravity didn’t weigh the same on him anymore.

You blinked at him, then shifted slightly, making room on the couch. “Wanna join me?” you asked softly, hoping your voice didn’t sound as awkward as it felt coming out. He tilted his head a little, eyebrows raised as if surprised you’d offered. Then, slowly, he smirked. He didn’t say anything right away, just sauntered over and dropped himself down beside you, a little too close, his thigh brushing against yours as the couch sank beneath his weight. He leaned back and let out a slow breath, eyes on the TV screen even though he clearly wasn’t paying attention.

“What’re we watching?” he murmured after a moment, his voice low and rough, tinged with the kind of sleepy drawl that made you forget what you were watching in the first place. You glanced at the screen, then back at him. “Nothing important. I just didn’t feel like going to bed yet.” He turned his head to look at you then, and there was something in his gaze that made your breath pause, half amusement, half challenge. “You feeling lonely, princess?” he asked, his voice a little too casual to be innocent. “Or just hoping I’d come home and entertain you?”

Your face heated instantly, and you looked away, flustered. “I was just watching TV,” you muttered, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself as if it could shield you from his teasing. He chuckled, slow and thick like smoke curling in the air. “You’re cute when you get all shy like that,” he said, his eyes still on you. “All curled up in my hoodie, inviting me over like you’re not low-key dying for my attention.” You swallowed hard, unsure whether to laugh it off or tell him to stop. But you didn’t do either. Instead, you turned back toward the screen, heart thudding quietly as his arm brushed yours again, deliberate or not. He leaned in just slightly, enough that you could smell the weed still clinging to his clothes and the faint trace of whatever cologne he’d worn earlier. His fingers reached out, grabbed the remote without asking, and began flipping through the channels with an air of authority, as if the night now belonged to him.

You didn’t say anything. You just let him, your hands tucked under the blanket, your heart trying to decide if this was what tension felt like or if it was something far more dangerous.

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The days stretched on, sliding one into the next with a quiet rhythm you didn’t entirely hate. University kept you busy enough. Classes were long, assignments already piling up, and the campus buzzed with energy that made it easy to get lost in. You were starting to form your own little corner of life conversations with classmates after lectures, casual invites to cafés and study groups, and a growing sense that this new chapter could belong to you if you let it. But every day, no matter how packed it was with notes and names and new faces, ended in the same place. Back in the apartment. Back to him.

Thanos had a way of being everywhere and nowhere at once. He was unpredictable but constant, a flicker of purple hair vanishing into his room just as you came out of yours, or suddenly showing up in the kitchen shirtless and sleepy-eyed in the middle of the afternoon. And then there were the nights. They started out quiet, and then the laughter came, sometimes low murmurs or soft giggles behind his closed door, other times louder, unmistakable sounds of bodies and breath and skin. You told yourself you didn’t care. You were roommates, nothing more. You barely knew him. But it chipped at you slowly, like water dripping in the same spot until it carved something permanent. You started comparing yourself to the voices you didn’t recognize. Wondering what he saw in them. Wondering what he thought when he looked at you. You hated the thoughts, but they came anyway.

That morning was like any other. You’d gotten up early, groggy and dragging your feet to the bathroom with a towel in hand and your clothes slung over your arm. The apartment was quiet. You assumed he was still asleep as he’d had someone over again the night before. You turned on the water and stepped under the stream, letting it run over your skin, trying to shake off the weight of your thoughts. Your eyes were closed, your fingers in your hair, when you heard it. The door creaked, followed by a sharp pause. You opened your eyes, confused, and through the steamed glass you saw the silhouette of someone frozen in the doorway. “Shit-“ his voice was rushed, startled, “Didn’t know you were in here.”

You gasped and yanked the curtain closer to yourself, water splashing everywhere. “Thanos!” He cursed under his breath again, immediately turning his back but not moving fast enough. “Fuck, I thought you were still sleeping, I- Sorry,” he muttered, already halfway out the door. “Didn’t see anything. Well, not really. Just- forget it.” The door clicked shut and you stood there, heart hammering, skin burning hotter than the water. You finished your shower quickly, hands trembling slightly as you wrapped the towel around yourself, trying not to replay the moment. But it stuck to you all day like static cling. At university, you tried to shake it off. You laughed with friends, Jisoo from your literature class, Minji who always brought iced coffee for everyone, but it was like he’d carved a little space in your brain and stayed there. You went to a café after class, the four of you squeezed around a table too small, trading stories and gossip and pretending like nothing in your world was shifting beneath the surface. But the moment you walked through the apartment door that evening, it was like all the noise faded and the silence closed in.

Thanos was on the couch when you came in, shirtless again, hair damp from a recent shower. His eyes flicked to you, briefly, and then back to the screen. You hesitated for a moment, your bag slipping from your shoulder, and when he spoke it caught you off guard. “You’re quiet tonight,” he said, voice softer than usual. You shrugged, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water you didn’t even really want. “Just tired,” you mumbled, not sure if you wanted to talk. But you lingered in the kitchen, unsure why your feet wouldn’t carry you to your room.

He turned off the TV and leaned back on the couch, arms stretched out along the cushions, watching you. “Come sit,” he said simply. Not a question. Not a suggestion. Just a statement like he already knew you would. You did. Slowly. You sat on the far end of the couch, putting the water bottle on the table in front of you. Neither of you spoke for a moment, the silence charged with something you didn’t know how to name. Then he looked over at you, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Still mad I walked in on you?”

Your face flushed, your eyes darting away. “I’m not mad,” you said too quickly. “It was just- awkward.” He nodded slowly, his voice dipping lower. “Yeah. It was awkward.” Then he paused. “You looked good though.” You turned to him, wide-eyed. “Thanos.”

“What?” he said with a lazy smile. “I said you looked good. I mean it. You’re cute when you’re flustered. Always hiding in your sweaters like you don’t know how pretty you are.” Your heart jumped, your breath caught somewhere in your throat. You didn’t know what to say. His words weren’t loud or dramatic, but they felt louder than anything else in the room. He leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees now, watching you like he was trying to decide something. You didn’t move. You couldn’t. Then he reached up, fingers brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, slow and deliberate. “You know I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the night I carried you to bed.”

You blinked, but before you could speak, his hand moved to your jaw, tilting your face gently toward his. His thumb brushed your cheek, the same way it had that night, and then, without another word, he kissed you. Soft at first, slow and unhurried, like he was giving you a chance to pull away. You didn’t. You leaned into it, your hands curling into the front of his shirt. His lips pressed firmer, more sure now, like he’d been holding back for days. Your thoughts disappeared, melted into warmth and the feel of his mouth on yours. The kiss deepened, and with it came a rush of everything you’d been trying not to feel. When you finally pulled back, breathless, your eyes met his. There was something different in his expression now. Softer. Unspoken. Like maybe you weren’t the only one who had been feeling it all along.

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You went to bed that night with your heart still racing. His kiss had stayed with you long after the moment ended, echoing in the quiet of your room, in the weight of the sheets pulled over your body, in the memory of the way his thumb had brushed your cheek like he didn’t want to let go. You stared at the ceiling for hours, replaying it, overthinking it. What did it mean? Was it just one of his impulsive moments, something careless he’d forget by the morning? Or had it meant something real, something deeper than he was ready to say? You didn’t know. But it made sleep impossible. And when you did finally drift off, it was with your lips still tingling and your thoughts still tangled with his.

The next morning, he was different. Quiet. Not cold exactly, but distant in a way that curled under your skin like a splinter. He didn’t make eye contact when he passed you in the hallway. He didn’t say anything when you both stood in the kitchen at the same time, reaching for mugs and cereal. You offered a small, uncertain smile, but he didn’t return it. Just poured his coffee and left the room like nothing had happened. Like the night before hadn’t even existed. It stung more than you expected. You tried not to let it show. You distracted yourself with your morning routine, heading off to campus early and telling yourself it was fine. Maybe he was just hungover from something. Maybe he was tired. Maybe you’d imagined it all to be more than it really was.

But the ache didn’t go away. That evening, you heard him on the phone in the hallway, laughing with someone. He left not long after, dressed in that careless, sexy way he always did when he was going out. A hoodie slung over his shoulder, cologne lingering faintly in the air even after the door clicked shut behind him. You stayed in. Studied. Watched something forgettable on TV with the volume low. Tried not to wonder where he was or who he was with. You didn’t hear him come back that night. You fell asleep to silence, or maybe you just couldn’t hear the noise over your thoughts.

The next morning, you waited. You heard him in the kitchen, heard the fridge open, the sound of a spoon clinking against ceramic. You stood in the hallway with your hand lightly resting against your bedroom door, trying to decide if you should walk out. What you would say. Whether you even had the right to ask anything of him. It was just a kiss. It wasn’t a confession. But something about the way he had disappeared afterward, the way he avoided you, made it feel heavier than that. You didn’t want to be dramatic. You didn’t want to be the girl who couldn’t handle something simple. But you also didn’t want to pretend nothing had shifted inside you. You inhaled slowly and stepped out of your room, your heart a thudding pulse in your ears as you walked into the kitchen.

He was sitting at the table, one hand cradling a bowl of cereal, the other scrolling absently through his phone. His purple hair was messy like he hadn’t even bothered to run his fingers through it, and there were shadows under his eyes like maybe he hadn’t slept at all. You stood there for a second too long before you said anything. “Hey,” you finally murmured, your voice quieter than you meant it to be. He looked up. His eyes met yours, unreadable. “Hey,” he echoed, flatly. Then he went back to his cereal. You shifted your weight. “Can we talk?” You weren’t sure if it was the right question, or the wrong one, or too much all at once. But you asked it anyway, because pretending was already hurting more than the truth ever could.

He didn’t answer right away. Just stared at the spoon in his bowl for a second too long before finally pushing it aside with a soft clink. The cereal was half-eaten, the milk untouched. He leaned back in the chair, stretching out his legs, then looked up at you again, this time more fully, more clearly, like he was trying to decide what you were really asking. The silence sat between you like a question neither of you knew how to word properly. His eyes scanned your face, slowly, and for a moment he looked tired. Not the usual tired that came from weed or late-night partying. This was different. Softer. He ran his tongue over the inside of his cheek, then exhaled like the weight of the moment was finally settling on him. “Yeah,” he said. His voice was low, quieter than usual, but not dismissive. “We can talk.”

You took a few steps closer, your heart jumping with every inch of space you closed. You sat across from him at the table, feeling painfully aware of how small your voice might sound. “About the other night…” you began, unsure how to keep going, unsure how much to say without pushing too far. “You kissed me,” you said softly, almost like it wasn’t obvious, like he might have somehow forgotten. But the way his eyes flicked away at that exact moment told you he hadn’t. He nodded once, slow. “I did.” It wasn’t defensive. It wasn’t cocky. Just a fact, resting on the table between you like another dish neither of you knew what to do with. “Did it mean anything to you?” The question came out of you before you could stop it, before you could even think about how vulnerable it sounded. His brows pulled together slightly, like the simplicity of it made it harder to answer.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. And somehow, that hurt more than a yes or no ever could. “I mean, yeah. It meant something.” His fingers tapped against the side of the bowl, restless. “I just… I’m not good at this shit. At being serious. At whatever that was. You’re not like the other girls I’m with. That kiss didn’t feel like something I could just laugh off the next morning.” He paused. “So I didn’t know what to do with that. I figured if I kept my distance, maybe it’d go away.” You didn’t speak. You didn’t know if you could. His honesty hit something soft inside you, something that had already been bending toward him without you realizing. “But it didn’t,” he added, quieter. “It didn’t go away.”

You looked down at your hands resting on the table. You wanted to say something, anything, but the knot in your throat made it hard. Eventually, you managed a quiet, “Okay.” You glanced back up at him, met his gaze. “So what now?” He looked at you, really looked at you, like he was peeling back every wall you still had left. Then he leaned forward, elbows on the table, his voice lower than before. “I don’t want to screw this up. You get that, right? You’re different. I know I mess around. I know you’ve seen it. But I’m not gonna do that with you. I don’t want to.” You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the relief, the tension, the overwhelming swirl of feelings that had been coiled in you finally starting to stretch out. “So don’t,” you said softly. “Don’t screw it up.”

A slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, small and real. He leaned back in the chair again, his head tilted as he looked at you like he was seeing you in a new way. “You’re kinda scary when you’re honest, you know that?” he said with a small laugh. “But I like it.” His words made your chest ache in the best way. You sat there for a little while longer, not saying anything else, just letting the air between you settle. It wasn’t fixed. It wasn’t figured out. But it was something. And for the first time in days, you didn’t feel like you were alone in it.

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The following days passed like soft ripples over the surface of something deeper, something neither of you had dared to name out loud. You didn’t talk about the conversation again, not directly, but things shifted to subtle things. He didn’t bring girls home anymore. At least not in those days. He still partied, still left the apartment late and came back smelling like cigarettes and cheap beer, but he lingered more often now. His presence in the apartment stopped feeling accidental. He’d pass you in the hallway and let his hand brush yours without pulling back. You’d be sitting on the couch with your notes spread out across your lap and feel his eyes on you longer than necessary, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to tease you or tell you something he hadn’t figured out yet. The tension between you built in quiet moments. Shared silences in the kitchen, brushing shoulders in the doorway, the warmth of his arm close to yours when you both sat on the couch watching something neither of you was paying attention to.

It happened again one evening when you were making tea, the apartment already dim with the sunset bleeding in through the windows. You stood at the counter, fingers tracing the ceramic of your mug, when he came up behind you, not close enough to touch, just close enough to feel the heat of him. “You always drink this mint stuff,” he murmured, his voice soft and low behind you. “You know it’s supposed to be calming?” You smiled faintly without turning. “Maybe I need calming,” you said. “You live with me. That checks out.” You finally looked over your shoulder at him, and that was it. Something about the way his eyes held yours, the way his mouth softened, like he was thinking too many things at once. He reached out and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and kissed you, gently this time, without the drunken urgency of the first one. This one was careful, coaxing, like he was waiting for you to pull away but hoping you wouldn’t. And you didn’t. You leaned into it, your hand catching the fabric of his shirt, your lips parting when he deepened it. It was slow and warm, like a question with an obvious answer.

The second kiss came the next day. No reason. No tea. Just you reading on the couch and him walking in like he hadn’t spent the past hour pacing his room trying to find the nerve. He sat down beside you and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours before you could ask why. You kissed him back anyway. This one was heavier, longer. When he pulled back, he didn’t explain, and you didn’t ask. That night, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way his hands had held your face like it mattered. Like you mattered.

It happened for the third time a few nights later. You were curled up on the couch, watching some late-night movie you weren’t really following, legs tucked beneath you in one of his oversized hoodies. He came in smelling faintly of weed, his hair tousled and his eyes slightly red. But he didn’t say anything. He just sat next to you, pulled a blanket over both your legs, and watched in silence. Somewhere during the second act of the movie, your hand found his, resting between you. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t move away. Just let it happen. Let it stay. When you finally looked at him, his eyes were already on you, unreadable and intense. He leaned in again, this time slower, his mouth brushing against yours like he wanted to memorize the way you tasted. His hand slid to your waist and pulled you closer into his lap without a word. The kiss turned heavier, your breathing changing, your skin suddenly too warm. His hands explored carefully, deliberately, like he was asking permission with every inch he touched. And when you pulled back, slightly breathless, he looked at you with something raw and real in his eyes.

“I’ve never done this before,” you whispered, barely audible, your voice shaking even though you didn’t mean it to. He stared at you for a long moment, something shifting in his expression. He cupped your cheek gently, thumb brushing just under your eye. “You don’t have to do anything,” he said, and you believed him. But you wanted to. Not because you felt pressured, not because it was expected, but because you trusted him. Because the feelings you’d tried to ignore had grown too loud to pretend anymore.

He looks at you with something tender in his eyes, something that makes your heart flutter despite the nervousness bubbling inside you. He leans forward slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you want to. His hand remains on your cheek as he presses another soft kiss against your lips. He takes his time, his lips trailing gentle kisses down your neck, each one sending shivers down your spine. His hands move slowly, carefully unbuttoning your shirt and sliding it off your shoulders. He pauses every few seconds to check in with you, making sure you're still comfortable and willing. Seeing that you're still with him, he continues to undress you, his movements deliberate and gentle. He slides your shirt off completely and lets it fall to the floor before moving on to your bra. His fingers trace the edge of it softly before unhooking it and letting it slip away. He takes a moment to appreciate the sight of you, his eyes soft and admiring. He leans down to kiss your collarbone, then your chest, each kiss tender and reverent. His hands move to your waistband, slowly unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down your legs. He helps you step out of your pants before he starts removing his own clothes. He watches your face the whole time, making sure you're still okay with everything. He pulls off his shirt first, then his pants.

He watches you closely for any sign of discomfort or change of mind. He finds you incredibly beautiful. Your long legs, your small waist, your full breasts. He swallows hard, trying to keep his touch soft and unrushed. He slides your panties down slowly, leaving you completely bare before him. He kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his fingers start to tease your entrance. He moves slowly, giving you time to adjust to the sensation. His touch is gentle and careful, his fingers slipping inside you one at a time. He can feel you getting wetter, more responsive to his touch. He curls his fingers inside you, hitting that spot that makes your legs tremble. He kisses you harder, swallowing your moans as he starts to move his fingers in and out of you faster. “You like that?" You nod desperately at him. He smiles against your lips, pleased with your reaction. He adds another finger, stretching you wider, preparing you for something bigger. His thumb finds your clit and starts to circle it, applying pressure that makes your entire body shudder. "So fucking pretty when you're wet like this."

You’ve never felt the sensation of this before. It felt incredibly good and the best of this all is that it’s with him. He can feel you getting closer, your body tensing as he continues to pleasure you. He leans down and captures one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking gently as he continues to finger you. He wants to make this the best first time for you, wants to show you how much he cares for you. He feels you climax, your walls tightening around his fingers as you come undone. He swallows your cries of pleasure, his own body aching with need. He slowly removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth, licking your juices off them with a satisfied groan. "Delicious." He kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, checking if you're still okay with everything. He wants this to be perfect for you. His voice is low and husky. "Are you ready for more?"

“Yeah, I think so.” You answer while nodding. He smiles softly, his hands moving to his own boxers. He’s pushing it down as his cock springs free, hard and ready. He takes it in his hand and strokes it gently, giving you a moment to look at him. You stared at him curiously. He notices your curious gaze and gives you a small smile, knowing this is your first time seeing a man fully aroused. He strokes himself slowly, showing you how he likes it. “You can touch it if you want," he says softly, guiding your hand toward him if needed. You then carefully touch his cock. He makes a small, satisfied groan as your fingers wrap around him, and he guides your hand to show you how to move. His cock jerks in your hand, leaking precum at the tip. “Fuck..." He breathes out, watching your face to make sure you're comfortable. He kisses you deeply again, his hand covering yours to speed up the movements on his cock. He breaks the kiss to whisper, "Lie back..." He wants to be inside you now, wants to make love to you slowly and gently. He kisses you one last time before stepping away briefly to grab a condom from his wallet. He tears the packet open with his teeth and rolls it onto himself slowly, watching you lay there on the couch waiting for him. He positions himself between your legs, rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance. "I need you to tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop," he whispers gently, his voice shaking slightly with restraint. He presses the tip inside you carefully, watching your expression closely. He's trying his best to be gentle for your first time. "Breathe for me." You did as he said and breathed slowly. He pushes in a little further, feeling your tightness wrap around him. He pauses, allowing you to adjust to the sensation. He kisses you softly, continuing to push inside you inch by inch until he's fully seated. He stays still, letting you get used to the feeling of being filled.

"Are you okay?" *He asks softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His self-control is hanging by a thread. He's aware this might hurt, but seeing your trusting eyes looking up at him makes him want to be gentle. "Do you want me to move?" You nod at him. “I’m okay, you can move but slowly please.” You said in a bit of a nervous tone. He nods gently, understanding your nervousness. He starts to move slowly, pulling out just an inch before pushing back in gently. He keeps his eyes locked on yours, making sure you're okay with every movement. His voice is soft and reassuring. “Just tell me if it hurts too much." You hold eye contact with him as he moves inside of you. His pace remains slow and steady, careful not to go too deep too fast. The way you trustingly maintain eye contact with him is almost too much. He can feel the urge to go faster building inside him, but he's determined to make this good for you. “You're doing so well,"

“Yeah?” You ask for confirmation. He smiles softly at you, nodding. “Yes, you're taking me really well," He praises, his voice gentle. He leans down to kiss you softly, his hips continuing to move in slow circles. Suddenly, he hits a spot inside you that makes you gasp, breaking the kiss. His smile widens slightly as he sees your reaction. He knows he found your sweet spot. He starts to move a little faster now, hitting that spot repeatedly. Your gasps and soft moans are music to his ears. “Does that feel good?" He asks, his voice husky with desire. “Feels good, yeah.” You answer as you whimper softly. He kisses you again, his tongue sliding against yours as he continues to hit that sensitive spot inside you. He can feel his own pleasure building, but he's focused on making sure you're enjoying this too. He breaks the kiss to whisper, “Can I pick up the pace a bit?" You nod at him as you wanted to feel as much as you could of him. He starts moving faster and deeper, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your growing moans. He leans down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking gently as he thrusts. He maintains a steady rhythm, his hips moving with controlled force now. The way your body responds to his is driving him wild. He alternates between sucking on your breasts and kissing you deeply, wanting to cover every inch of you with his mouth. "You're being so good..." You just give him desperate puppy eyes. His self-control snaps a little at your puppy eyes. He knows those eyes can make him do anything. He grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders, going deeper and hitting that spot harder. Your desperate little moans and whimpers are almost too much.

"Fuck, look at you," He groans, his eyes roaming over your flushed face and bouncing chest. He leans down to kiss you messily, his tongue tangling with yours. Suddenly, he hits your sweet spot particularly hard, and you let out a loud, high-pitched whimper. A dark, seductive chuckle escapes him at that whimper, and he hits that spot again, just as forcefully. “So fucking beautiful when you make those noises," He whispers, his voice thick with desire. “Are you close, sweet thing? Hmm?"

“Almost, yeah.” You cry out. He increases his pace dramatically, pounding into you with urgent thrusts. One hand reaches between your bodies to rub firm circles over your clit. “Come for me then. Let me feel that pussy squeeze my cock." His dirty words combined with the intense stimulation push you over the edge. Your body convulses around him, your inner walls clenching tightly as you come undone. He groans deeply, feeling your orgasm milking him. He continues to thrust through your climax, drawing out every last wave of pleasure from your body. Your moans are loud and uninhibited now. Seeing you lose control like this is his breaking point. With a final deep thrust, he buries himself inside you as deep as he can go and holds still, his own release hitting him like a wave crashing onto rocks. He groans loudly against your neck as he fills up the condom with his hot release.

He stays inside you for a long moment, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he kisses your neck and shoulders. When he finally pulls out, a bit of of your release spills out, dripping onto the couch. “Fucking hell," He mutters, wiping sweat from his forehead. You lay there on the couch while he goes to the bathroom to clean himself up and throw away the condom. He grabs a few towels for you and then comes to the couch as he helps to clean you up. He carefully cleans between your legs with a wet towel, his touch gentle now. He spreads your thighs to make sure he's getting all the evidence of your mind-blowing sex. He throws the dirty towels away and pulls you onto his lap, your back against his chest.

He held you there, warm and quiet, your bare skin pressed to his chest as his arms folded loosely around your waist. His fingers rested just beneath your ribs, unmoving, as if the rise and fall of your breath was all he needed to feel in that moment. The air in the room was still, thick with the scent of skin and sweat and something more tender that neither of you dared to speak aloud just yet. You let your head lean back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as his chin gently rested on the crown of your head. The silence wasn’t awkward. It wasn’t filled with questions or worry or doubt. It was just full. Full of what had passed between you, of the way his hands had learned your body, slow and reverent, of the way your name had spilled from his lips like he had been holding it back all this time. And now, with your legs curled over his and your breath steadying in the hush of your room, you whispered it. “I liked it.” The words barely left your lips, soft and warm in the space between you, but you knew he heard them by the way his arms tightened slightly around your frame. His mouth brushed against the side of your head in a half-smile, half-kiss that lingered longer than it needed to.

“Yeah?” he murmured, his voice deeper now, softer, stripped of its usual bravado. “Me too. A lot.” He sounded almost surprised to admit it out loud, like saying it gave it weight he had not prepared for. You turned a little in his arms, just enough to catch a glimpse of his face, the slight curve of his lips, the way his eyes traced yours with something bordering on fondness. Your hand found his, fingers brushing over the back of it slowly. “Choi Su-bong,” you said quietly, and his eyes snapped to yours with a flicker of something that looked almost like panic before it faded into confusion. “Wait, what?” You smiled, small and knowing. “That’s your real name. I found your student ID in the laundry basket last week. You left it in your hoodie pocket.” His brows rose, caught somewhere between surprise and mild embarrassment. “Shit,” he said under his breath, chuckling softly. “You really just kept that to yourself?” You nodded, your smile widening just a little. “I kind of liked the mystery. But I like knowing too. Su-bong suits you. Even if you try to pretend it doesn’t.” He laughed again, but it was quieter now, a little bashful, a little caught off guard by how gently you said it. “God, no one calls me that,” he muttered, pressing his forehead lightly to your shoulder. “It’s so formal. Sounds like a name you’d hear on the evening news.” You tilted your head toward him, your lips brushing the edge of his jaw. “Maybe. Or maybe it just sounds like you when you’re not pretending to be someone you’re not.”

He didn’t respond to that right away. You felt him breathe in, then out, slow and steady. His fingers slipped beneath the curve of your knee as he held you closer, his touch no longer urgent or demanding, just present. Steady. “You make me feel like I don’t have to pretend,” he admitted after a long moment, his voice so low it almost disappeared into your skin. “That scares the shit out of me.” You turned fully in his lap then, your legs straddling his waist, your arms resting around his shoulders as you looked him in the eyes. He didn’t look away this time. “It scares me too,” you said, and the honesty in your voice settled something between you. “But I don’t regret it. Any of it. Not the kiss. Not the mess. Not this.” His hands moved to your hips, grounding you, anchoring both of you in the quiet swirl of feelings that neither of you had fully named. “So what now?” he asked, his forehead resting against yours, eyes closed like he was afraid of what your answer might be. You kissed the corner of his mouth softly, your thumb brushing the side of his face. “Now we stop pretending it didn’t happen. And maybe we see what it looks like when we stop running from it.” He opened his eyes then, and whatever he was about to say got caught in the softness between your lips as he kissed you again. Not like before. This one wasn’t rushed or hungry. It was slow and sinking. Like he was letting himself fall. And this time, he didn’t pull away.

[peacegrethan]

MY ROOMMATE / LJN ✮⋆˙

warnings : mdni

switch/mostly sub!jeno x switch/reader

no protection , self pleasure (m&f) , c!m eating (m), m0mmy k!nk, watching someone self pleasure

(this is my first time writing so sorry if i missed something and i hope yall enjoy!! not proofread either so sorry for any spelling mistakes)

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the present:

you stared up at the ceiling and felt drained, literally you had nothing else to give, you had finished 4 times in the span of less than 2 hours and you didn’t have more in you, you think back to what had you all worked up and there was only ONE reason and like always it’s your roommate.. Lee Jeno, it’s always him, even when you try to hook up with someone else your mind only wanders towards him, he consumes all of your thoughts and he doesn’t even KNOW IT- at least that’s what you think, he knows the effect he has on you, he hears you when you think you’re being quiet, he feels your eyes lingering on him whenever he’s walking around shirtless in your shared apartment, and he just smirks to himself knowing he does it to get a reaction out of you and it works you think back to when you were first introduced thanks to your friend jaemin

the past:

you were hanging out with jaemin talking to him about needing a new roommate since your past one decided to move in with her boyfriend, you were so happy for her but now you had to find a new roommate asap because you couldn’t afford the rent on your own

“hey so what are you going to do about the new roomie? have you found someone?” you let out a sigh

“no i haven’t, i’ve interviewed a few people but i don’t know, it’s just weird moving in with a stranger you know? like hey!! what’s up we just met but welcome to my home and sleep in the room across from mine!! steal anything you like!!” jaemin started at you and just laughed “y/n- be so fr…” he just stared and you both burst out laughing

“okay fine maybe im being dramatic BUT I JUST ugh i just don’t know nobody clicks with me and i want to be comfortable with whoever is in my home” jaemin smiles and grabs your shoulder “you’re right and that’s completely valid, which is why i have a small proposition” you look at him with a big smile “ARE YOU GONNA MOVE IN” you jump on him getting excited at the idea of living with your best friend, he can’t help but laugh at your energetic self

“no but i know jeno has been looking for a place to live since he’s moving in to town” you stare at him “jeno ?? aka lee jeno the boy you replaced me with” you let out a joking “hmph” crossing your arms and pouting, jaemin smiles at you “cmon you know no one can replace you but he’s also my best friend and i know you haven’t met him yet but i think you’ll really like him he’s actually kind of the complete opposite from you he’s a complete I”

“I do get along really well with I’s” you say with a smile “see” says jaemin “and i wouldn’t be telling you about him if i didn’t trust him to be a good and responsible roommate” while he’s talking your mind wanders off a bit..

Lee Jeno, you hadn’t met him in person but you’ve seen pictures and spoken to him on the phone whenever he would facetime jaemin during one of your hangouts and boy was he one of the most gorgeous men you’ve EVER seen in your life you thought you and jaemin liked working out but jenos build was INSANE and from what jaemin told you he loved hitting the gym like you guys , the more you thought about his beautiful face the easier it was to make your decision

“fine” you tell jaemin, he grins, “but if he’s a weirdo you’re gonna be getting punched in the face” his grin falls “no please not my pretty face” he puts his hands around his face one on each cheek like a flower pose and says with big round eyes “you wouldn’t really punch this pretty princess in the face right” he says in an aegyo voice and you just burst out laughing “after that… i might just have to, i swear in another life you would be an amazing idol” you and jaemin both can’t stop laughing and you think okay.. if jaemin (my favorite person) is sure about him then me too.

time skip but still in the past:

“jaeminnnnn where are youuuuu” you say walking into his place with 3 drinks in your hand happy because you’re going to meet the other woman (his other best friend) and you can’t deny it, you’re very much nervous, you keep walking around and don’t see anybody you walk to the kitchen and leave the drinks on the table and walk towards the hallway knowing your way to jaemins room like this was your own place

as you’re walking about to reach his door the bathroom door opens and you jump “AH” you scream, startled, not expecting the hottest man you’ve ever seen come out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.. god his waist is INSANE his arms you couldn’t look away, you don’t even know how long you’re staring until “AH” you hear this time coming from him, he puts his hands in front of his chest, he feels exposed

“oh my- oh my god im so sorry jae- jaemin mentioned you would be here but i wasn’t sure at what time” he scrambles to say, feeling embarrassed at this being your first time meeting, “no- please IM so sorry i should’ve knocked and waited for jaem to answer the door but i have a key so i usually just come in” heat rushing to your cheeks and you couldn’t stop blushing, jeno puts his hand on his neck and says “im gonna go change real quick so i can properly introduce myself” he walks into jaems guest room

“well.. i see you guys have finally met” jaemin says holding back laughter, you walk towards him “what’s so funny dumbass that was so embarrassing oh my god” you throw a pillow at him “when did you even come out i called out your name” you say to him “right when i heard your scream, you were both so embarrassed you didn’t even notice i witnessed the whole thing” you wanted to crawl into a hole

“hey its okay it’s not a big deal- i mean i wouldn’t say it happens to a lot of people but” you glare at him “okay okay sorry i’ll stop teasing” he puts his hand up surrendering, “this is the first time i’ve ever seen you this nervous you usually don’t give a fuck, you okay” and he’s right, you normally would’ve been able to laugh this off but maybe you couldn’t because of the thoughts you had whenever you saw your new roommate shirtless..

seeing him shirtless was already insane on its own but you lost it when he started stuttering you don’t know what it is but something about a shy boy really gets to you and you felt it ALL over your body, but you couldn’t tell jaemin that so you just said, “well yeah but i’m going to be living with him and this is the first time i meet him of course im going to be nervous” jaemin nods

“eh it’s okay you’ll both get over it, now where’s my drink” he walks out towards the kitchen you stay in his room unable to think you stare at the door an decide you need to stand up and go properly meet your new roomie

as you’re walking out of jaemins bedroom you see jeno walking out of the guest room, he smiles at you and wow that is the most beautiful and endearing smile you’ve ever seen you can start at it forever, you smile back at him, “sooo that was an interesting way to meet my new roomie” you say giggling, he blushes “yeah definitely not the way i thought we would meet but it’s nice to meet you” he extends his hand out and you shake it not without noticing how big his hands are and how small they make yours feel

“nice to meet you” you start walking to the kitchen and he follows “i wasn’t sure what to get you but i got you a drink” you say handing him his drink, “thank you im not picky so im thankful you brought something you didn’t have to” he says grabbing it with a smile on his face

“woah this is crazy” jaemin says looking in between both of you, “my girlfriend and my boyfriend getting along it’s a dream come true” you both stare at him and roll your eyes “you wish i was your girlfriend jaem” you say shoving his shoulder in a joking way, he pouts “so you don’t wish i was your boyfriend” you laugh “i love you with everything in me but i refuse to date someone prettier than me” after you say that you all start laughing and you can’t help but look at jeno laughing

you don’t know what you feel but it’s like a burst of happiness like you never want to see him sad ever in your life his, laugh and smile is contagious and you’re going to make it your mission to try and see it every single time you can

you all sit down in the couch and start watching a movie, jaemin in the middle and you and jeno to his sides, the movie ends and you all get to talking “so jeno when are you able to move in” you say while grabbing some popcorn, “i can move in as soon as you tell me i only brought a few stuff so everything should be able to move in as soon as you would have me” he says, you smile “well honestly the room is already free if you want to move in today or tomorrow that’s perfectly fine with me” “okay yeah, i can move in today after the hangout that way we jaem is free and he doesn’t have an excuse to not help with my stuff” jeno says and jaemin just scoffs “me” he points at himself “i would never do that to you” he says in a tone of disbelief and you just both stare at him knowing he definitely would

after you guys watch another movie you decide it’s time to head to the apartment before it gets late and that way you and jeno can rest well, you walk in and jeno looks amazed “woah this place is insane” he gasps still looking around “oh my god you have gym equipment??” he says running towards it “yeah, me and jaem love working out and don’t always have time to drive from and to the gym so we figured to just split some equipment and keep it here so we could workout whenever”

“woah it’s so clean and nice i love this place” you smile looking around as well proud of your interior decorating skills and all the money you’ve put in towards this place “it’s crazy isn’t it” jaemin says to jeno, jaemin was already used to this place considering it was like his second home but he knows it’s a beautiful place

“cmon let’s give you a tour” you say to jeno but they both follow, you walk towards the rooms and show them the restroom the kitchen the living room and finally, “this is your new room jeno” he stares at the room like he can’t believe it “this is seriously almost double the size of my old room” you can’t help but laugh at how cute he sounds “yeah the rooms here are huge, i love shopping and collecting so i wanted a place that had decent sized rooms” jeno and jaemin put jenos luggage down and jeno just continues to explore his room “you’re in good hands” jaemin says “i have to head out now because i have work tomorrow but ill see you guys soon” he gives you a kiss on the forehead and jeno a hug and jeno thanks him for the help

you and jeno stay in the room alone, “ohhh last place is my room” you say grabbing his arm and taking him across from his room “oh wow it’s beautiful and so neat” jeno says in awe “yeah i do love having my house be clean so please i don’t have any rules or anything as long as we both keep the house clean you’re free to do whatever you like” you say to him

“thank you” jeno says sincerely, “i don’t know what i would do if jaemin hadn’t told me about you i had a limited amount of time to find a place and not only did i find a place but you have a beautiful home and i promise i will take care of it” he holds your hand and looks you in the eye and you swear you feel butterflies

wait butterflies??? you’ve known him for a DAY “y/n please stand up” you think to yourself as you look into his eyes “no thank YOU i was worried i wouldn’t find someone i trusted but im glad jaem recommended you to me” jeno rubs the back of his neck “thank you for trusting me y/n, it truly means a lot” and you smile “okay let me show you where everything is in the restroom and im gonna head to bed i need some rest” jeno nods and follows you

time skip but still in the past:

it had been a few months since jeno moved in and it’s been a blast, even though you joked about jeno being your replacement you loved hanging out with him and jaemin, and you loved the silly moments you and jeno shared in your apartment he was still a bit of a shy boy but he was coming more out of his shell and you appreciated that because that meant he was getting closer to you

one thing that got to you though, was that the feeling between your legs that you got when you first met jeno had only gotten worse you don’t know how he’s gotten hotter but HE HAS and it’s bad for you so bad that you even tried hooking up with other men but no one could ever satisfy you so it always just ended up being you and your fingers

you would go to bars bring back men and fake moan fake orgasm but as soon as they left all you had to do was think of jeno and that really got you where you needed to get but it was getting harder to pretend like you felt normal about him, he would walk around shirtless without a care in the world like he didn’t know what he was doing to you and you believed it, you truly believed he didn’t know what he was doing, but jeno knew, he might’ve been a shy boy but he wasn’t stupid

jeno saw the way your thighs clenched whenever he walked around shirtless, he heard you after you finished yourself off because the men you brought couldn’t satisfy you, and the sick part was when he was in his room he would walk out and press his ear to your door with his hard cock in his hand trying to match the pace you were going at trying to keep quiet because if he listened harder he could hear your soft moans even when you covered your face with a pillow

“f-fuck jen” you sigh “yes oh my- oh my god right there you feel so fucking good inside me” your fingers sometimes weren’t enough, so you had a dildo that you imagined to be close to jenos size and imagined it was him ruining you and not that stupid silicone toy

you switch from laying on the bed and put the dildo straight up on your bed you straddle it and sit down on it “oh fuck” you don’t have a pillow covering your mouth anymore so your moans and cries are a bit louder but you still try to be quiet knowing jeno is across from you, you bounce up and down and grab your tits twisting your nipples giving yourself stimulation

“yes yes ugh yes oh m- oh my god jeno you’re in so deep” jeno hears you from outside your door and he starts stroking harder he can tell you’re close because your bed starts creaking a bit faster and harder and your moans are getting a bit harder “yes- ugh right there baby does mommy feel good huh do you like how mommy grips you soo tight” jeno lets out a small gasp now THAT was new, all the times he had listened in and he had never heard you refer to yourself as mommy but he guesses he just discovered a new kink because the way his cock was throbbing right now was insane he was almost there

he could hear you losing it and you still straddling the dildo push your face down because you’re about to cum and you couldn’t have jeno hear you, you ride out your high and jeno runs to his room so he can be loud as he feels himself about to cum and he does “f-uck yes y/n i love being inside of mommy’s tight pussy it’s sucking me in so good mommy yes” and finally all the white cum falls into his sheets going all over the place jeno pushes his shorts up and falls down on his bed absolutely destroyed

the next morning both of you hang out like nothing happened because from what you both think neither of you know what the other gets down to at night, neither of you know the insane thoughts you have about one another and right now you’re okay with it staying like that

jeno doesn’t want to cross a line even though he can hear you moaning his name often at night he gets into his head and still thinks that maybe you just think of him because he’s a door over and not because you like him, and after spending everyday with you he can’t risk making things awkward so what does he think to do? fuck it out of his system so he doesn’t ruin anything between you two

you’re sitting in the living room when jeno walks downstairs and your jaw drops “wow you look so handsome” you look him up and down his hair is a bit slicked back some parts brown the top part bleached blonde a leather jacket and some sunglasses he looks straight out of a magazine, jeno gets shy and blushes “thanks i’m going to the bar tonight with jaemin”

“what to the bar?? i thought you didn’t like going to bars mr.lee, me and jaemin have been trying to get you to go to one and you always say no” which you don’t mind you knew jeno prefers staying home but you can’t help but wonder why he wants to go now, “well honestly i know you said no rules but would you be okay with me bringing someone home, completely up to you i would never want to put you in an uncomfortable situation in your own home but ive been kind of lonely and i would like to blow off some steam to be honest” your smile drops a bit but you try to play it off, you’re disappointed you thought maybe he knew you liked him and he was just shy but he clearly has no idea

“sure! go have fun please you deserve it for being the best roomie ever also stop saying your home it’s our home” he smiles at you but he feels a bit disappointed he wishes you told him “no don’t bring anyone back i’m right here” but he guesses maybe he was right and you didn’t like him like he liked you.. so go out and let some steam out it is “thank you y/n i’ll see you later” he walks out and the fake smile you had on drops and so does your heart

at the bar and jaemin and jeno meet up with their friends mark, renjun, haechan, chenle & jisung they already have a table and girls are already all around them it felt like college again and the guys weren’t mad at the attention they were getting

“yo jeno jaemin where have you guys been we haven’t seen you in forever especially you jeno how have you liked the town” mark says giving them a hug and they all hug eachother

“i love it here, i have a good job get to see my friends my roommates nice and i have a nice place” jeno responds

“oh yeah… you live with y/n huh how is that she’s HOT” haechan says not holding back the other guys putting a hand on their forehead and jaemin smacking the back of his head “hey that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about” jaemin says laughing and they all laugh after him

“living with her is so nice she’s an amazing person” jeno says smiling and jaemin notices the way he smiles but doesn’t say anything, they all start ordering drinks and speaking to the girls around them but jeno isn’t really interested in anyone he can’t get you out of his mind

“hey you okay?” jaemin says noticing jeno looking out of place and not comfortable “cmon let’s get a drink from the bar” they leave the table and jeno follows jaemin

“i’m gonna ask you something and i want you to be honest” he pauses “do you like my girlfriend???” he says in a joking tone jeno stares at him and says “who? you have a girlfriend??” “well no dumbass i mean y/n, don’t try to be smart you know what i meant” jeno laughs and jaemin does too “im gonna be honest, yes, i do” jaemin stops laughing and he smiles “i knew it, i just knew this was gonna happen since before i even introduced you guys, you guys may be complete opposites sometimes but you guys are perfect for eachother”

“so you’re not mad?” jeno says, “i mean my boyfriend and my girlfriend cheating on me isn’t ideal but-” “jaemin please don’t joke” jaemin looks at him and smiles “of course im not mad i love you and i love y/n i know both of you are perfect for eachother and after her shitty love life i’m glad it’s you and not someone who could hurt her, but if you do something stupid i will bulk up and beat your ass” jaemin says half jokingly but very serious at the same time and jeno nods, “but hear me out before you date i want to know you’re serious about her so let’s do one last test just kiss someone here and see how you feel” “jaemin what do you mean before we date i don’t even know how she feels, also why would i kiss someone else if i know how i feel about y/n”

“look i can’t tell you that i know 100% sure that she likes you but she looks at you different, i haven’t seen her look at anyone else that way” jeno smiles and blushes “and about the test well i just want to be sure it’s not just lust or it’s because you haven’t gotten any, which i don’t expect from you but a man is a man so please” jeno looks at him and says fine but only once and only to prove a stupid point

they head back to the table and a girl goes up to jeno she’s gorgeous but in the back of his mind all he can think of is you, she’s pretty but not pretty like you, she smells good but doesn’t smell like you, they’re talking and jeno is trying to flirt back but it doesn’t feel right, she leans in and he starts to too but then he opens his eyes and all he sees is your face and he needs to go home, jaemin sees this and smiles the rest wasn’t for him to actually kiss someone he just wanted to see if his feelings for you were real, he walks up to jeno and jeno says “im sorry dude i cant do it all i can think of is y/n and it’s driving me crazy” “why are you sorry you passed the test” jaemin says laughing “i want the best for y/n if you would’ve actually kissed someone i would’ve punched you but im glad you didn’t, now go to her, have you been drinking? let me get you an uber”

“not really” jeno says “but i don’t think i should be driving so ill pay you back for the uber later” jaemin laughs “you’re good just treat my best friend right”

jeno gets in the uber and he heads home his heart beating so hard he feels it’s gonna escape out of his chest, he walks in to the house and it’s just silent no lights on not a single sound until he hears a moan, a moan coming from your room and he worries what if you’re with another man??? but he doesn’t hear anyone he takes off his shoes and tiptoes to your door he presses his ear and he can hear you again your soft moans loud and not muffled because you think he isn’t home

present:

you thought you didn’t have more in you but as you scrolled through instagram and saw a story jaemin posted with jeno you felt yourself get needy again, how crazy are you that a single video of jeno can get you off, but it makes sense it’s jeno, your annoyingly hot roommate

your beautiful roommate who helps you out whenever you need it, who takes care of your home, who takes care of you in all ways except for the way you want the most and as you’re touching yourself you can’t help but think of him with another girl, and you’re upset but you’re not mad because in your head what turns you on is the thought of him fucking someone being so deep and wishing it was you

when he told you he was gonna go out you and he left you ran up the stairs and just pictured it was you the whole time, but in your mind he’s not in charge you are

you straddle him while soft sweet moans slip out of his mouth you tell him to be quiet so he starts sucking on your tits but you don’t actually want him to be quiet you want him whimpering you want him moaning and screaming your name while you ride him and get pleasure off of him and he’s just sat there looking like a pretty good boy

jeno can hear you from your door and your door is slightly ajar making your moans a bit louder and clearer but he doesn’t hear his name this time maybe you’re thinking about someone else so he goes to his room he shuts the door and gets on his bed and takes off his clothes he’s so hard

the tip is red he’s leaking and throbbing and all he can think of is you so he pulls out a toy he had bought recently after months of living with you and hearing you and dreaming of you his hand just wasn’t enough so he bought a toy that looked like your lower half he even gave it a belly piericing and put on a pair of your panties so it resembled you even more he pulled it out laid it on his bed and started rutting into it like a dog in heat he felt so stupid fucking a silicone toy when the real thing was across from him but still, he didn’t want to cross any boundaries

what jeno didn’t notice since he was in a rush was he left his door open a bit and you heard him walking away while you were in your room you stayed still in silence hoping that he didn’t hear you and he was just walking to his room after his night out

you looked at your phone and it was barely 1:00am why was he home now?? and more importantly why is he home alone?? but then you hear drawers opening and you stand up and walk towards your door you walk out slowly and walk to jenos door thinking you’re gonna talk to him about his night when you hear something from the room, jeno groaning

“f-fuck yes yes yes you’re so tight” jeno moans he’s so fucking hard it’s painful but it feels so good he just knows you could grip him so much better “y-yes y/n you feel that? i’m so deep inside you i can see my cock in your belly do you like it? am i good boy?” you peek through the slit left open and the sight you see is straight out of your dreams

for having drained yourself earlier you think this sight alone can pull another 4 orgasms out of you and you feel your pussy throbbing you’ve never wanted anyone this bad, jeno was fucking the silicone mold rapidly hard and fast but he didn’t even take his clothes off his pants were just barely pulled down and his shirt was only pulled off up to his shoulders and you had the perfect view of his abs and his cock.. holy fuck your mouth watered it was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen (after his face of course) and you need him now

still you watched a bit more, your hand reaching down to your panties, you’re soaked and horny and you want him, no you need him inside of you now

“ugh yes yes” jeno sounds more whiny now “im so close mommy yes please let me cum i’ve been such a good boy” but mid thrust he pulls out and stops himself from cumming his cock is red and throbbing and you can’t take it anymore you open the door and jeno gasps

like the first time you guys met he rushes to cover up

“mommy?” you say with a smirk and then you get to see the toy up close and what you didn’t notice was the panties it had on.. your panties they were pushed to the side and he had put it on his toy, jeno gulps and says

“it’s not what it looks like” you laugh, “hmm so i heard my name, the toy has my panties and a piercing that looks very familiar, so explain to me jeno” you’re standing right in front of him “what is it like then? because it looks like your pathetic ass couldn’t get some at the club and you had to come home and fuck a toy to get off” you start kissing his neck “is this okay?” you say leaving small kisses

“ye- yes its okay” jeno says shyly “don’t be shy baby you were being such a good boy fucking that toy and thinking of mommy it’s okay, i’m not mad, well actually i kind of am because while you were fucking this toy you could’ve been in my room being a good boy for me” you’re still leaving kisses on his neck but you start rubbing on his cock going up and down using the precum at the tip as lube

“does this feel good baby” “yes- yes it does” jeno says struggling to speak your hand already feeling so much better than the toy he can’t even imagine what your pussy is gonna feel like

you look at him and lean in he leans in back and he kisses you, he kisses you like his life depends on it and you kiss back just as hard because god you’ve waited for this moment since the moment you laid eyes on him and you can’t wait for what’s about to happen

“wait- wait” jeno says mad at himself for even stopping but he needs to be sure “i- ive been nervous to tell you but i really like you and even though i hate myself for this i would only be able to continue if you can see this being more than a friendship i don’t think i can sleep with you and know we have to go back to being friends”

you smile at him and he smiles back “you don’t have to worry about that, i like you a lot too jeno” with that he grabs your face and kisses you again

“so mommy hmm” you say with a smirk “i did not think you would have a mommy kink” jeno looks to the side “well i didn’t.. until i heard you” “you heard me?” “yeah i heard you touching yourself and calling yourself mommy and ever since then im a changed man” he says embarrassed but honest “im sorry for listening in on you i shouldn’t have done that” you kiss his cheek “hey its okay im more mad that you didn’t barge in and fuck me” you giggle and kiss the other side

you push him on the bed and get on top of him you pull his pants and boxers down and you grab onto his cock

“i’m so wet right now jeno i need to fuck you so bad, can i fuck you baby? can i ruin you?” jeno winces as you start to rub your pussy on his hard cock the wetness and heat feels insane and he’s sliding up and down so easily “yes p-please ruin me i- im all yours” you bend down a bit and whisper in his ear “im all yours what” “i- im all y-yours mo-mmy” “fuck baby yes you are” you sigh out and keep on rubbing

the feeling of his hard cock rubbing on your folds is amazing you can’t wait to fit it all in side jeno puts his hand on your waist moving you up and down on the side of his cock letting you use him and starts sucking your tits taking his time with each one

“o-oh my fu-fuck yes baby right there oooo” you were so sensitive and you sit up a bit getting ready to take his whole length in but you want to tease him so you put only the tip in even that has you going crazy but you move up and down only on the tip, jenos face is in a permanent O face he can’t speak only whimpers coming out of him and he needs all of you gripping him

“m-ommy please please just let me all the way in i can fuck you so good please i promise i’ll be such a good boy please” you moan out loud at his whimpers and finally enough with teasing both of you, you slide down and have all of him inside you when you bottom out you both yelp

“holy fuck you’re so fucking big baby you feel so good inside of my tight pussy do you like how mommy’s pussy feels” jeno thinks he’s in heaven right now but he can’t move “yes mommy you feel so fucking good please move p-please” he chokes out and you obey

you start bouncing up and down and he grabs on your waist trying not to move and letting you take the lead he is losing his mind you’re so tight and gripping so well he starts kissing all over your tits and sucking them and you just keep bouncing you grab his hair and pull his head back you kiss his throat making sure to mark him because after this he belongs to only you

“y-yes fuck yes jeno you’re in so deep, you can thrust up baby show me how good you can make mommy feel show me how good you can fuck me” jeno doesn’t need to hear it twice to start moving his hips up and match your pace “ahhhh ahhh” jeno lets out his moans sounded like the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard everything about him was beautiful and he fucked into you so good

you were not holding back moans either and jeno loved it he was used to hearing your moans from your room and knowing that he’s the reason you’re moaning is the best feeling ever

he fucked up into you and he speaks up “mommy is it okay if i get on top” and you nod he presses you down on the bed and starts hammering into you still sucking on your tits

“h-holy shit jeno yes baby right there fuck yes right there” he looks at your belly and he sees the same thing he saw on his toy earlier and he lets out a groan “f-fuck” you look at what he’s looking at and you can’t believe it he’s so fucking huge that you can see his cock print in your belly and you swear you’re about to faint

“baby go faster” jeno listens and he speeds up hes close, you’re close and he can feel you getting tighter he didn’t think that was possible and the way you’re gripping him is crazy he won’t last long

“mommy can i cum please” he says pleading with his big round beautfil eyes “please mommy i c- i can’t take it any longer you feel so good”

“y-yes jeno lets cum together baby” you look at eachother and you kiss him and it’s sloppy and it’s messy and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced

“where should i cum” jeno asks he’s about to cum

“inside me please fill me up baby” jeno hears you and loses it

“f-fuck you - you want me to fill you up mommy huh? you want my cum inside you so you can be a mommy for real, fuck you’d look so perfect with a baby inside of you carrying my baby like a real mommy, i’m gonna fill you up so good” and you lose it jeno cums inside you and you feel the wettest substance come out of you, your ears blow out tears are in your face spit in your mouth and you feel like you’re on a whole other planet, jeno can’t stop cumming and he pulls out and everything immediately starts to come out of your pussy, but jeno won’t let that happen

“uh uh you’re gonna keep that inside of you i’ve been a good boy now you be a good girl and keep my cum inside you” he grabs the cum with his fingers and starts fucking it inside of you

“j-jeno p-please it’s too much fuck i can’t i’m gon- i’m gonna cum again” jeno opens his mouth leans down and starts fucking you with his tongue and fingers, his tongue switching between your clit and fucking into your hole you grab his hair and push his face closer and his nose- holy fuck his nose you need another round just to ride his nose

“cum babygirl cum on my tongue squirt again but this time on my tongue be a good girl” and you listen and squirt all over the jenos face he looks at you like you gave him the world and honestly for him right now that’s exactly how he feels

“holy fuck jeno what just happened” you say fucked out out of breathe and you lay next to him

“do you regret it” jeno looks at you hoping you don’t

“of course not! i meant it when i said that i like you that was the best sex i’ve ever had in my life” you say giggling

“i think you just ruined me for everyone” “well good because you’re mine now” you tell jeno as you kiss him again

“sooo i do want to go on dates but i don’t think i can go much longer without asking.. will you let me be your boyfriend” and you smile so big

“i would love for you to be my boyfriend, can i be your girlfriend?” and jeno just kisses you not needing to give you an answer

“cmon let’s go take a bath befor-“ but then you hear a tiny ahem coming from the door and you put a cover over you and jeno

“wow” “my boyfriend and my girlfriend cheating on me”

“JAEMIN GET THE HELL OUT” you say throwing a pillow at him as he laughs “have fun we’ll have a debrief tomorrow” and he leaves

“how do we put up with him” you say looking at jeno

“i don’t know but im glad we do because he brought me to you, my roommate and now my beautiful girlfriend” and you kiss him hard happy that he brought jeno to you.

THE END

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

a lil chat :)

hi my luvs ! i know it's been a while since ive been on here (altho apparently some of yall have caught me lurking lmao) and i wanted to talk about it for a little bit. just try n be completely honest with yall for a bit.

i wanted my next post, to celebrate my 500 (technically 501 but wtv) post to be this katsuki fic i was cookin up, i was all excited for it too--but i ended up not being able to finish it.

i figured i'd just finish it later, but then exams rolled around, i had no time to read or draw or write at all, it was a lot. it payed off, passed my exams n all that jazz, but when i'd logged back into my account and got ready to write i realised i just couldn't do it anymore.

it's not like i dont want to write anymore, i dont plan on quitting at all i've got plenty of drafts that i still very much want to tackle but unfortunately despite me wanting to write with all my heart, the words just won't come to be and it's extremely frustrating--but i understand how frustrating it must be for all of yall too and i'd like to sincerely apologize for that.

i'm sorry i keep closing my inbox, im sorry to all the people who have sent me asks months or probably years ago that i still have not tackled, that i keep telling yall im working on things i physically can't bring myself to, that it's taking me so long to finish my 6K event that i specifically created to thank yall for your continued support bc i'm not a good planner. i don't want to bring my adhd into this, especially since im only self diagnosed, but it's not some type of excuse--it's a genuine valid reason for why sometimes i get overwhelmed w requests or with just writing or task obligations in general, it is something that i struggle with on a daily basis and that i cant just magically wish away but that i'd still like to explain it to yall when i go away for long stretches of time.

burn out is a seriously frustrating thing that has been at its worst for me recently, i'm still writing for funsies and literally only managed to do this just a few weeks ago but i still cant force it out and it scares me sometimes. my special interests mean the world to me and i worry that my brain is sometimes getting tired of them and that petrifies me, i genuinely don't know what i would do if i didnt love mha and katsuki so much and it's not like im getting tired of that, even writing about new special interests i have help my love for katsuki burn so much harder and then i remember this will always be a part of me, but somedays it just doesnt go that easy.

i wish i could write and write and keep writing because i genuinely Love doing it, i love hearing what you guys have to say about it, i love seeing all your sweet asks and comments and i love you all so much for allowing me to share my love for my stupid little man and i love yall so much that i wish i could tell you when i feel ill start up again. but unfortunately i can't. and i'm so sorry for that.

which is why, when i checked my activities (i always check it, im so happy to see people interact and like and follow yall genuinely dont know how much it means to me little heart) and saw my follower count far exceeded me being able to finish the 6K event, about to just silently add an "on hiatus" to my pinned, i just couldn't do it. so for now, i hope it's enough for me to give you guys this.

untill then i love yall so much, and i'll definitely see guys again soon :) i don't know when yet, but i'm not leaving yall, ever.

much luv xx

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[justablah56]

guyssssss look at how cutes my nails are for valentines week !!!! :3

[ - it said, aromantically ]

[good-beans]

*runs into the room out of breath* Prisoner @justzosiahere! Prisoner @archivalofsins ! You thought you'd seen the end of me, hm? Not so fast!

(Who knew healing up from my own injuries would take so long, but no matter 👏) The wardens have named you both guilty, and as their chosen hero, it's my job to ensure you get a taste of your own medicine! I'm sorry, but this is what everyone wants 🤷‍♀️

And @oboetemasuka, don't think I've forgotten you either...

Zosia's - Gunsli's - Kyanako's - and eh, I might as well post more art while I'm already doing my duty 🫡

[ofsunnydays-and-moonlitnights]

Helloooo!! I just wanted to pop in and say I'm super invested in your No Pets Allow! Well How About A Robot? I get how people love angst but I rarely get the excitement and fun out it, so I'm hyped about this fluffy mess.. I also really liked your moon in a box, so uh- I drew it

Ok! That's all from me- Have a wonderful day/night!

Oh my stars!!!! Thank you!!! >w<

MOON LOOKS SO CUTE!!!! THANK YOU!!! Your art is beautiful!!!

Although I love some good angst, sometimes you just need some feel good fluff! Tis gonna be my escape from all the drama XD so yeah I'm really excited about it too >w<

Just so you know you've made my day!!!

[orcelito]

Omfg....... I figured out how I'm gonna do my impending plot twist for ITNL.... which I had a vague idea of before, but rereading those trimax volumes made me think about it again... and now I KNOW........

I'm feeling actually excited about ITNL again. I still need to reread it, & I still wanna go thru and reply to old comments like I'd originally planned, BUT... well, if I'm motivated, that hopefully won't actually take that long to do. If I Stay Motivated, I could try to finally get working on ITNL chapter 20. Finally.

[chryblossomjjk]

just found out that jungkook interacts with people who aren’t me

[quailxcrossing]

maybe i didnt need to worry about anything, maybe i just had to make the comic

[melloneah]

RAHHHHH FOUND AN OLD DRAFT FOR A FIC I STARTED N IT BANGS WHY DID I ABANDON IT

[hyunteru]

LALE U R SO AWESOME FOR THIS

LALECHINGO!! ; a birthday event

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ it’s bingo! and also a raffle.

let’s party!! one thing about me is that is love a little event and since it’s my birthday month i felt like hosting one :3c

so: raffle time! but you gotta play some bingo first before you can participate. lemme give you a rundown on how it works.

what's the prize?

✰ a total of three 1k (or longer) fics from me! i don’t take requests so this is a rare chance to see something specific written by me ✰ the 3 winners will receive a wishlist form from me in which they can go wild ✰ haikyuu x reader only! gender of reader is for the winners to decide, i’ll write for all of them. ✰ not limited to sfw only (that being said: mdni)

details & rules (it looks like a lot, but i promise it's easy)

✰ to participate in the raffle, you gotta fill out the bingo cards! there’s ten of them in total at the end of this post. some are writing prompts, some are for reading, some to spread some kindness. you can grab and combine any that catch your interest.

✰ 1 bingo equals 1 point. if you manage to fill out an entire card, you’ll get 10 points, so 10x your name in the draw pot for the raffle. this means you can get up to 100 points in total if you fill out all ten cards completely.

✰ it’s not first come, first serve! you got two weeks to have fun with your bingo cards.

✰ this event is mostly about making fandom a little better for everyone, whether you’re a writer or a reader, no matter how you participate in it. this means you don’t have to show me proofs how you got these bingos. putting my trust in you that you won’t cheat <3

✰ since the prizes are gonna be fics by me, i would feel better knowing you actually like my works enough to follow me. however, it’s not a must to be a follower to participate. again, it’s more about fandom than me.

✰ writers picking up the writing prompts: it up to you how you use them! can be drabbles or headcanons, small fics, big fics, moodboards, not limited to haikyuu only. really whatever sparks your inspiration. you don’t even have to publish it or tag me in it (though i’d love to see ofc hehe), this is for YOU and your inspiration.

✰ do NOT bring any ai into this. i'll rip you to shreds

✰ once you’re finished, either reblog this post with your bingo cards or send me an ask with them (i won’t publish them, just for me to keep track)

✰ i’ll draw & announce the three winners on Jan 27th and will contact them through dms for their wishlist :3

card 1-6 ; for the writers

card 7 & 8 ; for the readers

card 9 & 10 ; for the kindness

that's all! have fun ♡ - Lale

[lilac-melody]

Writing angst is such a breath of fresh air for me...

[good-beans]

Checking in !!!!!! Hello !!!!!!!

Hi pal, I'm doing well!! Finished my school semester, had a week of mental hibernation, and I'm back up and vibing!!!!!!

Thanks for checking in :D How are you doing?

[bartxnhood]

ANY VARIATION OF READER X THUNDERBOLTS BUCKY AND THE TEAM BEING TF U HAVE A GF THANK YOU AND ILY

girlfriend? | bucky barnes

| thunderbolts!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: john walker and minor thunderbolts spoilers!!!!!

a/n: YAY!!! IM SO EXCITED TO WRITE FOR BUCKY AND MARVEL AGAIN!!! i also decided that this would probably take place after the events of the movie, and i took inspiration from clint hiding his family but, with reader! so, i hope i did your vision justice!!

Copyright © 2025 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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the smoke was dense and thick, making it almost impossible to see within five feet. the smell of sulfur and concrete filled the nostrils of the ‘new avengers’.

new york has seen yet another attack, this time by another outer space alien thingy that bucky couldn’t remember.

there’s a dreadful silence between the group, all stuck in their own minds, trying to figure out just what went wrong. how they got defeated so quickly.

he stood with his hands on his hips, trying to regain his breath after being slammed into a plethora of floors from one of the skyscrapers.

ava hunched over holding her midsection while also trying to catch her breath. yelena, leaning against a fallen slab of a building while clenching her arm. walker, somewhere else, blowing off steam as his shield was snapped in half, and alexei going on some sort of rant.

“it’s fine, this is fine” the broody older man speaks, his thick accent grating against buckys ears. “everybody get up!” the red guardian claps, trying to pump up the group. “we are the thunderbolts!!!”

yelena rolls her eyes, keeping a hand pressed on her arm, “dad, stop”. she looks at the man with sharp eyes. they say optimism is good to have on a team, but alexei had too much. it often got annoying.

turning a corner, walker, stuffing something in his suit pocket, looks to the others. “we’ve been compromised.”

ava stands, crossing her arms. “what?” she looks between bucky and yelena, who have the same look on their face. it isn’t dread, it isn’t worry, it’s something much worse.

alexei mutters some swear words in russian under his breath. and for a moment, no one knows what to do. they aren’t a team, they have no backup, and bucky knows that sam won’t help him.

yet again, he’s alone.

“well, what now?” ava asks, her attention trained on the white widow. “ah!” alexei holds up his fingers, then snaps, carrying a proud look on his face. “a safe house!”

everyone pauses, stealing glances at each other with a blank expression. clearly growing tired of the red guardians persona. “oh, you’ve got to be kidding me..” ava exasperates, before taking a few steps away from the group.

bucky contemplates for a moment, hes staring off at the gray rubble beneath his black boots. he only had a handful of options, one of those being sam. as he was not on the best terms with sam, he figured his last option would suffice. you.

“i know a place.”

the sun was just rising, its misty rays barely peeking through the thick fog. the air was cool and damp, the ground beneath covered with an early morning dew. a cabin tucked away amidst the trees stood silent and still, as if waiting to welcome the day.

the trees surrounding the cabin were barely visible through the dense fog, their leaves shimmering with dewdrops like tiny jewels on their green surfaces. the air was silent, save for the soft sound of the nearby river.

stepping off the quinjet, bucky stopped at the edge of the ramp, looking at his home he shared with you. he felt happy to be back home, but a part of him dreaded the following events.

bucky knew he was risking everything by bringing the others to his home, to you. someone who bucky made sure to keep hidden from everyone. he didn’t do it because he was ashamed or didn’t love you, but he did it because he loved you so much. it was better to keep you off file and off record, for your safety.

if anything happened to you, bucky would’ve surely lost his mind.

“why the hell are we at a cabin, bucky?” walker quips, following the other super soldier. “we can’t go on vacation now.”

“shut up, walker,” bucky snaps, shooting a glaring look over his shoulder as he waits for the rest of the others to fall in behind him. “what are we doing here? we clearly need a safe house,” yelena chimes in, ava and alexei adding something under their breaths.

bucky can already feel himself getting agitated with the anti-heroes. it’s hard enough working with people that collectively cannot get along, it was doomed from the veining. “it’s safe, just trust me.”

crossing the threshold of the dark oak cabin, the scent of fresh laundry mixed with mahogany, vanilla, and cashmere filled his nostrils, and in an instant, the tension in his shoulders dropped.

home. the living room was cleaned, and a few blankets on the leather sofa. you must've napped. a few records scattered around the record table, one still on the turntable, but the record had stopped playing long ago.

“baby? i’m home!” he calls out, not seeing any sign of your presence as he steps into the living room. it’s quiet, almost too quiet. bucky steps further in. “baby doll?”

the team steps in hesitantly, their hands hovering over whatever they have to defend themselves with. sharing puzzled glances with each other as bucky calls out to you.

you emerge from the stairway with a laundry basket on your hip. a quiet gasp gets caught in your throat as your eyes look past your boyfriend and see his co-workers. “what the..” you mutter, your eyes finally landing on bucky. “bucky?”

“we had nowhere else to go,” he explains, the wear and tear of fighting visible on his body. his eyes hold even more exhaustion than he let on.

you drop the laundry basket on the sofa and approach him, he hopes his arms and pulls you in, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

yelena interrupts, “Im sorry..” the blonde holds out her hands, nose crunching with confusion. “what the hell is happening here?”

“yeah..what the hell is this?” walker stands behind yelena, his arms crossed now.

“guys, meet my girlfriend, y/n,” he introduced, holding you by his side. his thumb rubbing up and down your shoulders.

“hi..” you smile, holding up your hand to wave awkwardly. your freehand wrapping around buckys midsection.

the team is left speechless, all mouths are open, but no words are formed.

“girlfriend?!” yelena is flabbergasted, her eyes almost popping out of her head.

“oh! this is wonderful!! alexei is pushing past the other three, walking towards you with a big, dopey smile. “young love!” he cheered, clapping loudly.

you laugh awkwardly, again, because what do you do when the avengers are standing in your house?

“buck?” you look up at him, he had a less than amused look on his face.

“we just need some place to lay low, get patched up. i didn’t know what else to do.”

“ah, okay,” you pat his chest playfully, an amused laugh coming from you. “i can help with that.”

“girlfriend…” walker whispers as you begin leading the group downstairs to a makeshift med bay.

“shut it, walker!” buckys voice booms from a few feet ahead.

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꒰ ꪆ୧ ꒱ SUℳM𝛢RY ⌢ ꒰੭. You always thought things would change after high school. College was supposed to be your escape. But things don't change. You drop out and move back into your small home town, where you are still invisible, still too soft, still too dumb. Then people start dying. People who hurt you. People who laughed at you. People who touched you when they shouldn’t have. It feels like fate. Like someone’s watching out for you. And when you finally meet him it doesn’t feel like fear. It feels like being chosen.

˖˙ ᰋ ── 𝖙ags ˚ DARK JOEL MILLER FIC, killer! joel miller x fem! reader, afab reader, no outbreak au, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, violence, mention of bullying, slow descent into obsession, delusional reader, outcast reader, age gap (mentioned once), morally grey characters, made up characters and places, semi public sex, rough p in v (unprotected), creampie, knife play, marking/branding, cum eating, degradation, dumbification of reader, choking, slight size kink, slight breeding kink.

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You thought it would feel different, leaving.

You thought that when high school ended, you’d find something different waiting for you. You imagined a new beginning, a fresh start, maybe something exciting—something where you wouldn’t fade into the background. But the reality was far from that.

You were always too soft. Too nice. You never knew how to be anything else, even when everyone around you told you to toughen up, to stop being so stupid.

In high school, they made sure you knew how weak you were. How easy it was to push you aside. You were a target for the mean girls, the ones with sharp smiles and even sharper tongues. They loved to mock you, but you didn’t have the heart to fight back. Instead, you retreated into yourself, hoping that one day, they’d stop.

You thought maybe things would change when you went off to college. It wasn’t like you had high expectations—it was just supposed to be a chance for something different. You imagined that the people there wouldn’t see you the same way. But it wasn’t different. It was the same. It felt like rot.

College was just high school in a bigger building. Louder rooms. Longer halls. The same laughter behind your back.

Your professors barely knew your name. The other students walked past you like you were invisible. And no matter how hard you tried, no matter how much you smiled or how polite you were, it was always the same. You thought that maybe it was just a phase. That things would get better after a few months. But after three years, it just felt like you were fading. You didn’t belong anywhere. You didn’t even recognize yourself anymore. You didn’t feel like you were living.

That’s when you decided to come home.

Your parents didn’t question you at first. They asked once, maybe twice, but after a few months, the questions stopped. They stopped expecting anything from you. And so did you.

Now you live in a small apartment above an old antique store in Northridge, a place where no one expects anything from you. It’s quiet except of the floors that creak beneath your feet, and the window by your bed is stuck halfway open, even when you beg it not to. You don’t even bother trying to fix it anymore. It’s just easier this way.

You work at Sloan’s Bakery, a quiet little shop that smells like cinnamon and fresh bread. It’s nothing glamorous, but it’s safe. You like the routine. You like the silence. Now, you don’t mind being unnoticed.

Today isn’t supposed to be different. You’re just doing your usual thing, putting the price tags on the pastries like you always do. The oven hums in the back, the cash register dings every so often as customers come and go. You feel like you’re in a bubble, watching the world outside through the small window at the counter. Nothing remarkable. Everything in its place.

And then, the bell above the door rings too loudly. You glance up, expecting some sleepy regular—maybe Mr. Hanley, or that tired-looking woman who orders oat milk but forgets every time that you don’t carry it.

But you were never the luckiest person.

It’s Macy King. Her heels click too sharply against the floor, and for a second, it feels like you're back in high-school. You haven’t seen her since then. You don’t know why, but the second you see her, you freeze. You’ve never forgotten her face.

“Oh my god,” she says, too loud, too fake. “It’s you.” She laughs. That same high-pitched laugh you remember from the cafeteria. It scrapes something raw inside you. You don’t know what to say. You feel like you’ve been caught in something. “I haven’t seen you in, like… forever.” She giggles like it’s funny, but you know it’s not. She’s looking at you with that same old smugness, that always made you feel small. It funny really, she's at the same level since high-school yet she still believes everyone is beneath her.

“Didn’t you go to college or something? I thought you’d be, like, doing something by now.” You can’t find your voice. You nod slowly, trying to force the words out, but your mouth feels dry. “IㅡYeah… for a while.”

She doesn’t ask why you’re back. She doesn’t care.

“So this is what you’re doing now?” Her eyes sweep across the bakery. She’s sizing you up, like she’s inspecting the life you’ve built. “Wow, that’s… cute. Really, though, I didn’t expect you to end up here.” She doesn’t say it mean. But that’s the trick with Macy. She never said it mean. Not directly. Just enough to make you feel like dirt on the floor.

You don’t answer. You can’t. You want to scream, but it’s like your throat’s closed up, and the words aren’t coming. She steps closer, running her fingers over the glass of the pastry case like she owns the place.

“Oh my god, do you still make those little cookies?” she asks, peering into the display case. “The ones with the filling in the middle? What are they called? The jelly blobs?”

“Thumbprints,” you say softly.

“Yeah, whatever. I’ll try one.” You give it to her, unsure of what to expect. She bites into it immediately, but her face twists in distaste.

“Ew,” she spits out, loud enough for the whole bakery to hear. “This is disgusting. Too sweet.”

You don’t move. You just watch as she drops the half-eaten cookie on the floor, the soft thud of it making your stomach turn. “Oh, wait. Let me try that one,” she says, pointing at a different pastry. You give it to her. She bites into it and immediately frowns, dropping it to the ground too.

“Ugh, all of these are gross,” she says, shaking her head like you’re the one at fault. She turns her back on you like she’s bored, her eyes scanning the other pastries, dismissing them with a flick of her wrist. “Do you ever get anything right?” she adds, but it’s not a question. It’s just another jab.

You bend down to clean up the mess she’s made, your hands shaking as you gather the pieces of pastry from the floor. The crumbs stick to your skin, like a reminder of how small and invisible you are.

She doesn’t say goodbye when she leaves. She just walks out, her footsteps echoing in the silence she leaves behind.

It’s hours later and it's finally time for you to close up. You don’t know why you turn the radio on, but you do. It’s the static hum of the local station, the voice on the other end dull and distant.

“…Body discovered behind the Valero gas station early this morning. Authorities have confirmed it’s a local man in his twenties…” Your heart skips a beat and you sit up straight, the words striking you harder than they should.

“…Multiple stab wounds to the chest. Police are investigating but no suspects have been identified. More details to come as the investigation unfolds.” You don’t know why it strikes you so hard, but you can’t shake it. The voice continues, but you’re already lost in your own thoughts.

Its not long until the whole town starts talking. Brandon Haynes. You remember him. He was just like everyone else. He touched you. Too much, too harsh. More than enough to make you feel small. To make you feel like nothing.

You don’t know why it’s so strange. Why it feels like you’re holding your breath. It doesn’t matter.

You don’t feel anything for him. But you feel something for the moment. For the chance that maybe something’s shifting. Something is moving. And in that quiet, empty way, you realize that maybe you’re not the only one who’s been pushed aside.

A few days later and it is close up time again. As always the radio voice drones on as you wipe the counters. “Macy King found dead this morningㅡ”

You don’t need to hear more. You already know.

Macy is dead too. How is this even possible? Was it all a dream, or was it the karma they couldn't escape from? You don’t feel sorry for her. You don’t feel sorry for Brandon either. But something’s stirring deep inside you. Something darker. Something that’s been waiting for a long time. It feels liberating. Maybe it makes you broken. But you don’t care.

Because some quiet part of you smiles.

You never said it out loud, but you hated them. For how they made you feel. For how they touched you, laughed at you, stepped on you. And now they’re gone. You tell yourself it’s not coincidence. How could it be? What if someone saw you? What if someone knows?

What if someone did it… for you?

The thought makes your breath catch. Makes your cheeks flush. It’s stupid. Delusional. But it feels like the first real thing you’ve had in months. Maybe longer.

Someone out there, somewhere in this cruel, gray little town, might’ve done what you’ve never had the courage to. And that makes you feel seen. Wanted. It doesn’t scare you. It makes your chest flutter.

So you hope, quietly, selfishly, shamefully, that whoever it is, does it again. For you.

Days later, the radio talks about Macy's death like it’s a warning. Like the whole town should be afraid. They now know the crimes were done by the same person. A man. But you’re not afraid. You’re captivated.

You walk home that day in a daze, the cold air biting at your cheeks, and for the first time in so long, you feel like someone is walking with you. Not beside you, but behind you. Somewhere. Watching. At least thats how it seems, or that's what you hope for.

And that thought that maybe someone sees you, maybe someone is thinking of you, it makes you ache. It makes your chest feel full. Like you matter. Like you’re real again.

So the next morning, you get up early. You shower longer than usual. You put on perfume, the one you wore back in college when you thought someone might notice you. You do your hair, just a little lipstick, and put on that soft sweater that hugs you just right. You don’t know why you’re doing it.

Except you do.

Because maybe he is out there. Maybe he's watching. Maybe you’ll catch a glimpse of him one day— maybe at work, across the street, reflected in the bakery window. Maybe he’ll come in and ask for a loaf of rye bread. And you’ll know. It’s stupid. But you don’t stop.

You start waking up earlier. Dressing softer. Smiling, just in case. The town is still cold and gray, but inside you, something is blooming.

A few weeks pass. You’ve stopped keeping track of the days. Everything just folds together now—sugar, flour, radio static, names whispered on the news.

The third victim throws you for a loop. Julian Moore.

He wasn’t like Macy or Brandon. He never laughed in your face, never whispered about your thighs or stole things from your locker. He wasn’t cruel.

But he stood by. That's your reasoning.

He was there, every time you were shoved into a locker or had your tray flipped in the cafeteria. He saw you crying in the girls’ bathroom after gym, after someone stole your clothes. He saw everything. And he never said a word. So when they find Julian’s body slumped behind the old church parking lot, throat cut clean through, something inside you hums. Not with guilt. Not even with relief.

But with a kind of satisfaction.

'You see me', you think. 'You’re doing this for me'. You’re too far gone now. You know it. But it’s like slipping into warm water. Soft and quiet and too easy to sink.

You don’t pray to God anymore. You pray to him.

Whoever he is.

Some nights, you whisper your thoughts aloud. Just in case he can hear you. You tell him about the people you hated, the ones that ruined you, the ones that still smile like they got away with it. You tell him about your dreams. About how sometimes you think you feel him just outside your apartment, under your window, in the creak of the floorboards that shouldn’t creak. You leave your curtain open a crack at night.

Just in case.

More days pass. The sky is bruised purple and gold, streetlights humming like quiet thoughts, the pavement still sticky with sun. You smell like sugar, yeast and a little vanilla, your apron folded neatly in your bag, your perfume still clinging to your collarbones. And you feel good.

It’s not something you admit often. But tonight, the wind is soft. Your chest feels light. And there’s that quiet, persistent buzz in your stomach that maybe—just maybe, he’s proud of you.

You walk slower than usual. You want to be seen. You smile at the window reflections. At your shoes. At nothing.

And then it shifts. At first it’s subtle. There's a sound that doesn’t belong. A presence you can’t place. But it thickens around you slowly, like fog, until you know you’re not alone. There’s someone behind you.

It's ot a feeling anymore. Not a maybe.

Someone is there. Slowly, your steps falter. You stop, you turn. And he’s there.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Older. He’s standing under the glow of a flickering lamppost like it’s a spotlight and he is the misunderstood actor, with shadows cutting across his face. His hair is dark and slightly curled, his jawline sharp, mouth neutral. He doesn’t move.

But he’s looking at you. Your heart slams up into your ribs. He doesn’t smile. Doesn’t speak. Just watches. You don’t know him. Or maybe you do. Maybe you’ve seen him before, in your dreams, in your prayers, behind your eyes when you’re alone in bed with nothing but wanting. Maybe he’s always been there.

The street is silent. The street lights glow faint behind you. Somewhere far off, a dog barks. And you— God, you don’t run.

You take a step forward. And he doesn’t move. Not until his hand shifts just a little and you see something glint. A blade. Maybe. Or maybe your mind wants it to be. You gasp, but it’s soft, almost reverent. You don’t feel fear. You feel certain.

You open your mouth, voice trembling but real. “I am not afraid o-of you…” He laughs. It’s a quiet sound. Deep and low and almost surprised. “Oh?”

But you mean it. You’re not afraid. You’ve wanted this—him, whatever this is, for so long, you’re not sure there’s any room left inside you for fear.

For months you’ve been dreaming of this. Not of murder or blood, but of him. Of being seen. Of being chosen.

And now he’s here. You don’t blink. Don’t breathe. “Stupid girl…” he mutters. His fingers brush the knife at his belt. And you? You smile.

He steps closer. You don’t move. Can’t. Your mouth is dry, breath catching somewhere between your chest and your throat, your heart trying to crawl up your neck. He’s beautiful. Not in any way you’ve ever known. He’s rough, a scar curling just near his temple, his face carved from something too human and too wild at once. His eyes are dark, unreadable. His mouth is stern, unmoved. You feel heat flush up your neck and to your cold cheeks. He’s right in front of you.

Close enough to see the shadow of stubble on his jaw, the way his eyes linger on your face for just a second longer than they should. “I—I know what you did,” you whisper, voice trembling, breathless.

He raises an eyebrow. You swallow hard. “Those people… Brandon. Macy. Julian. They hurt me. Back then. You—you knew, didn’t you? You did it for m-me…”

He doesn’t say anything. Just watches.

And that silence, it pulls more out of you. “I mean, it makes sense. Doesn’t it?” You laugh, soft and shaky, hands trembling at your sides. “No one ever remembered me. No one ever noticed me. But you—you saw me. You must’ve. That’s why you…” You trail off. You can’t bring yourself to say killed. Not out loud.

His expression shifts. A little. One corner of his mouth twitches. And then he laughs. It’s sudden and deep and rough, like it bursts straight from his chest.

You flinch, but not away. Never away.

“You’re a real sweet thing, aren’t you?” he drawls low, the faintest southern rasp brushing the words. You don’t know what to say. You just stare up at him, cheeks burning, stomach a mess of tangled knots. Then he leans closer. Close enough that you can smell leather and smoke and something more darker. Close enough that his voice grazes your ear when he speaks again. “I might just keep you longer.”

The words burn. You feel them everywhere. Your legs tremble. You’re too warm. Too soft. You feel like you could fall straight into him and vanish.

And still, he doesn’t touch you. He just watches the way you unravel—eyes wide, lips parted, breath shallow, as if it’s his favorite pastime. As if he likes watching you break.

The space between you is so tight it feels like you have been touched. Brushed. You wonder what his hand would feel like on your throat. You shouldn't want that. “I…” you whisper, barely audible. “Can I know y-our name?" He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t even blink but you see his jaw tighten. Just a little. Like maybe something in him twitches when he looks at you too long.

“Why me?” you ask, stupidly, helplessly, hopelessly. His eyes flick down to your mouth, then back up. And he smiles. Barely. “You talk too much,” he mutters. He leans in again “I liked you better when you were just starin’.” You feel heat bloom low in your stomach.

“You ever wonder what it’d feel like,” he murmurs, his voice a low drag in your ear, “if I just took you right here?” Your breath stops.

Right here. This alley. The air thick and sticky with heat, the only light coming from the weak glow of the streetlamp at the corner, flickering like it’s about to die too. He pulls back just enough to look at you.

“No one can see you out here. No one can hear you.” His hand trails down slowly, fingers dragging across your arm, your waist, until it rests low on your hip.

“What if I held you up against this wall,” he continues, voice crueler, “fucked you until you beg for me to stop, and then put a knife in your gut?” You should run. You should scream. But your breath comes out shuddered, and your eyes go wide, not in fear, but something closer to desire.

You want it. You want him.

He sees it. He feels it. Your body leaning closer, your thighs shifting, the way your lips part and tremble. And he stills. For a second. A long one.

“…Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “You like that?” You nod. He stares at you. Quiet. Like he’s trying to figure out whether you’re the dumbest girl he’s ever met or the most dangerous. Maybe both.

He shoves you back against the alley wall and kisses you like a punishment, like he hates that he wants you, like he wants to see how deep the rabbit hole goes.

You moan. Loud. Needy. And that’s all it takes. His hands are everywhere—on your hips, your ass, your throat. One knee forces your legs apart and he grinds against you through your clothes, a low, guttural sound in his throat when he feels how soaked you are already. “You’re fuckin’ filthy,” he growls. “Gettin’ wet from me talkin’ about killin’ you. You sick little thing.”

You nod again, whispering a barely-there, “please—” And then it happens. Just like you have dreaming of. His mouth was on your neck, his breath in your ear, his body pressing you into the wall like he’s carving your shape into it. He quickly takes off his pants, leaving you no time to react to the sheer size of him. He forces the head inside of you, leaving you mewling under his touch. “Look at you, lettin’ a killer fuck you in a goddamn alley like a whore.” In no time he was in your guts, each stroke sending you further into oblivion. Your fingernails dig into his skin and he growls, rough hands wrapping around your throat as he whispered dirty nothings into your hair. “This little cunt’s never been touched, has it? Feels too fuckin’ tight to beㅡ shit!" He uses you like he owns you, like you’re a soft and stupid doll made just for him. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop—feels so good…”

“I could kill you right now, and you’d still thank me for it, wouldn’t you?” he gloats, each snap of his hips hitting deeper into your cunt. Your tear stained cheeks press agains his hard chest, sobs muffled and eyes blurry from crying. Your head is spinning, brain melting into nothing but thoughts of him. “You’re gonna remember this every time you sit down, darlin’. Gonnaㅡ fuck, feel me for days.”

You hiccup, head bobbing up and down, as he hastily chases his high. He groans low into your neck, voice cracking like gravel, rough fingers digging into your hips as he jerks once, twice, then stills as he spills his cum inside of your ruined insides.

“Fuck… that’s it, girl. Take it. Take all of it, you stupid thing.” He stays inside, breathing heavy against your cheek, his hand slipping down to hold your belly like he’s wanting to feel how deep in he still is. “Maybe it’ll stick. God knows you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You nod, dazed, breathless. You don’t even know what you’re agreeing to. But you're full. Of him. Of this moment. Of something filthy and real and unforgettable. It’s dripping out of you already and you shudder as it drops onto your newly bought underwear.

Your thighs still trembling, your skin still burning where he touched you. “I hope it does…” you whisper, blinking up at him, lips swollen, brain a haze of sugar and sin. “I really hope it sticks…” And he just laughs, sharp and cruel. He is entertained. “You're so fuckin’ pathetic.” But he doesn’t pull out. Not yet. The words sting. But not in the way they should. Not in the way a normal girl would cry over.

There's that filthy slickness between your thighs, and his rough hand moves down, slow, before dragging fingers through the mess he's left inside of you. You gasp.

He brings his fingers back up, slick and warm, and pushes them against your lips. "Open," he commads. And you do. You part your lips like it’s holy, like it’s something good, something earned. You wrap your mouth around his fingers and taste salt, heat and him. He watches you, slow and dark, chest rising. “ God dammit...”

Your eyes flutter shut as you suck, as if this will anchor him to you. As if this will mean something. And when he finally pulls his fingers away, wiping them on your cheek with something like contempt, you're still there, ruined, breathless, glowing in it.

He pulls away from you slowly, lazily, like he’s in no rush to care. His belt’s already half-fastened, knuckles grazed from the rough press of brick and skin. You’re still trembling, ruined and bare and aching in places you never knew could ache.

He pulls out like it means nothing. Like you mean nothing. The air cools around you instantly, and so does he. Zipping his jeans, flexing his jaw, his gaze flickers down at you once more, lazy and cold.

Then he turns. One step. Another.

It shouldn’t hurt this bad. But it does. Your voice cracks before you even know what you’re saying. “Please don’t leave—please—I’ll be good, I swear!" You’re shaking. Still sore. Still wet. Still his, in some awful, ruined way.

“Don’t go fallin’ in love, dumb girl. I ain’t your savior. I’m the reason people like you go missin’.” His eyes are sharp, unreadable.You're on your knees, legs trembling, underwear pushed to the side and forgotten, dress wrinkled and twisted halfway around your thighs. Your elbows ache from where you caught yourself against the brick, and your lips are raw from biting down too hard. There’s a stream of his come between your legs and bruises blooming along your skin. The alley smells like him. You do too.

Your heartbeat is still stuttering, off-kilter, your body stuck somewhere between shame and a high you never want to come down from. You blink up at him through damp lashes. “That’s all you wanted, huh? Someone to fuck the stupid outta you. Thought you’d get a happily ever after?”

It feels like you're begging without even saying a word. He should leave. He said he would. But he's still here, isn’t he? He just stares. Something in his brain ticks. And then, slowly, he pulls the knife from his belt. The steel hits the streetlight close to him and you freeze. He doesn’t say a word as he shifts closer. One knee between your legs again. Hand under your chin, tilting your face up to his. Finally, the blade touches your skin. “Stay still,” he mutters.

The metal is cold when it drags along your collarbone, slow. You whimper, but don’t pull away. It’s not deep. Just enough to hurt a bit. Just enough to bleed a little. When he leans back, satisfied, there’s a rough little 'J' carved just above your heart.

“Now you’re mine,” he murmurs, more to himself than you. Then louder “ So don’t go forgettin’ who you belong to, girl.”

You don’t say anything. You’re too out of it. Your fingers come back red as you touch the small mark.

He tucks the knife away. “I’ll find you again. Same spot. Don't make me come lookin' for you." And then he’s gone. Just like that.

You stay there, knees scraped, heart pounding, sticky, aching and marked. You should be afraid. Instead, your fingers ghost over the wound, and all you can think is he’s coming back.

You walk home with your head light and your lips smiling. So stupid. So giddy. You’ll clean yourself up, cover the mark with something soft and cottony. And maybe tomorrow, you’ll wear something nicer to work. Just in case he’s watching.