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dark-night-hero · 2 months ago

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「Where the Wind Left Us」 Caleb

↳ He died in the war- or so you thought. Years later, he returns with no memory of you, and you're forced to face the man who once loved you like forever... now looking at you like a stranger.

Caleb had once been a fighter pilot, sharp, brave and deeply in love. Before the war, before duty stole him away, he was yours. Have a love rooted in hope, built during quiet moments in the chaos of wartime. But when the war escalated and he was called to serve, to protect the country and to protect you.

You had written to him. Countless letters. Words filled with devotion, with trembling wishes for his safety. For his return. With each letter, you tried to remind him that he was still loved, that you are still here, waiting for him. But the war ended, and he never came back.

You stood among crowds of reuniting lovers, heart clenched, eyes scanning every face that was not his. In your fist, a handkerchief crumpled tight with tears. They handed you a uniform. A final gesture. They said his plane had been shot down over enemy lines. No body. No wreckage. No closure. He had been declared missing in action and then, eventually, dead.

Years had passed. Then decade. Still, you remained alone. Something inside you had died the same day he did. If not in body, then in memory. You could not bring yourself to move on. His absence was a shadow you had lived beside. And then-

"Ouch!" A small voice snapped you out of the daze. You looked down to find a young boy who had fallen in front of you. Without thinking twice about it, you knelt beside him, concern pushing through the numbness. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" You asked. But when the your eyes met, something inside you cracked. A ghost of the past but this time, his eyes resemble somebody else. Someone long lost. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t look away. It was like seeing a ghost, not of the boy, but of someone you once knew better than yourself.

Later, you found yourself seated in a familiar little ice cream parlor. One that hadn't changed much over the years. Once, it had been the setting of the happiest date of your life. And now, across from you, sat the boy with his apple-flavored treat. "Are you sure you're okay?" You asked. "Yes! I'm a big boy now. Not even a scratch can make me cry!" He beamed. And that smile, that smile nearly identical to another's from so long ago. "Say, kid" You asked gently "Where are your parents?" "Oh!" He paused mid lick, then looked up like he'd just remembered. "Probably looking for me! We just got back here because this is my father's hometown!"

It was almost cruel, how easily your heart twisted. Once upon a time, there was a love story. A foreign soldier lost in a strange land, memory fractured by war. And a medical nurse who found him, pieced him together. They met. They bonded. They fell in love, not knowing that time and fate had other plans. And now, you are left with nothing but the ruin of a fairytale that was never meant to last.

"Oh, it's Dad." the child mumbled as he looked out the window. And there he was. Caleb. Alive. Whole. Smiling that same hesitant smile. Though now touched with worry as he spotted his son. So you look away and turn around. "I need to go" You whispered almost to yourself. In the end the child pout, the same way he once does causing you to chuckle despite the pain, despite the heartbreak. Despite the realization that the two of you were in fact, never meant to be together. But it was alright.

"I'm afraid I'm quite running late for my errands young man." You smile fondly at him. "But-" He was cut off by the sound of his father calling him from the distance. "Well then, goodbye." You stand up, bidding your goodbye to the young child. "Wai- wait! What's your name?" You thought for a moment and look back slightly at the child. "No one, just a ghost from the past." You whispered along the wind. You never look back. And by the time Caleb reach the child's side, you were already long gone.

♡

It's been a while since you've clean up your lawn. Its been a while since you have done such a thing ever since the revelation that your former lover. The one you thought was dead for the past few years was in fact, alive and breathing. And has a son, a family. It took you a while to pick yourself up from pieces. For years, you mourned for him, loved him in silence. Lit up a candle for a man declared dead with no body to bury. But then, like a cruel twist of fate, he appeared. Alive. Well. And with a child.

You tried to tell yourself it didn’t matter. That too much time had passed. That you both moved on even though you never truly had. And that he was someone else's now. That he had a family, and your part in his story was long over. But it wasn’t grief you were feeling now, it was betrayal. Not because he had lived. Not because he ha didn't tell you. Because he had come back into your world as if you were a stranger, not the person who once waited for his letters like they were lifelines. Not the person who loved him enough to mourn him twice.

You clenched your jaw, yanking a weed from the dirt with more force than necessary. Why were you so broken over this? He hadn't done anything wrong. No one had. And yet, deep in your chest, a sharp ache remained. You would’ve preferred he stayed dead. It was easier than this.

"Hello!" You pause, something that you tried not to show too much as you turn to face a familiar child. "Hello sweetheart." You tried to smile, really. The child did nothing wrong. Hell, no one did anything wrong. At the same time it really hurts you to be around this child as time went on. "Are you lost sweetheart?" You ask, setting aside your things to talk to the child properly. You haven't seen the boy in days, and now that he was standing right in front of you, it was clear that what happened wasn't a dream. It was true, he was back and you don't know it that was for better or for worse. "Are you okay?" The boy asked catching you off guard. "Of.. course. I'm okay sweetheart. But! but more importantly, Why are you alone again? where are your parents?"

Starting to get pissed off. The Caleb you knew was responsible, a man with taste. You knew who ever we has with right now would be a perfect good match for. But come on! Who lives their child alone?! This isn't the first time this happened, this child also happened to be away from this parents the first time you've seen him. Why are people so irresponsible with their children? Doesn't he love children? He never told you that of course, but you knew he always wanted one and you knew he would be a good dad. So where in the world is he right now-

"My paren-" "Pipsqueak! you little-!!" He pause, you watch him. You watch him watch you, your eyes slowly meeting half way. You did not want to see him. You were doing everything in your power not to see him.

These days, you moved differently. You rarely left your house and even if you did you took side streets, crossed early at lights, pretended not to notice the ache in your chest when someone said his name like it wasn’t a ghost curled inside it. He was back in town, for good, you knew that. But you aren't expecting to see him again, not now. Probably not ever.

The way he was looking at you. The way it send shiver down your spine. He doesn’t know, you reminded yourself. He doesn’t remember you. He’s not looking at you because he knows you. You told yourself, trying your best to stay calm as he kept looking at you. Why was he even looking at you? He came to pick his son right? Right!

"You." You spoke, sharper than you meant, "Really need to learn how to watch your kid." You did not know where did you get that, words just came out of your mouth before you knew it. Caleb blinked like he wasn’t expecting you to speak first. Or maybe he just wasn’t expecting you. But then he stared at you again, this time, really stared.

The way you tried not to notice how his gaze lingered. The way it clung to your face like it recognized something but couldn’t quite name it. How it made your heart squeeze and your chest ache with things you’d buried long ago. You hate how he still looked at you like that. Like you were something soft in a world gone harsh.

"I- yeah" He replied, finally. "I didn’t know he snuck out again. He’s been doing that a lot lately." "Well, maybe he’s trying to get attention" You snapped, folding your arms. Where did that sassiness came from? "You know, since you're busy with your wife... or whatever." You tried to sound nonchalant, you really do.

But you saw it the moment the words left your mouth, the way something flickered in his expression. Confusion. A little hurt. "My what?" "Your wife.” You repeated, biting down the bitterness. "Look Mister, you've got a family. I get it. But maybe someone should be making sure your son doesn't keep ending up on strangers' lawns."

The way he looked at you like you just accused him of murder. The he said carefully "I don’t have a wife." You thought your ears were playing tricks at you. "I'm not married” He added, frowning. "It’s just me and this little guy over here." You opened your mouth then closed it before opening it again. "I saw you, at the ice cream parlor. You look like family." "We're not" He said simply, eyes softening. "Not like that." You look away. This isn't how you wanted this to go. You weren't even supposed to be talking to him.

Just when you felt like running away. The boy tugged at your sleeve. "Can we still go to the park?" The park? when did the two of you started talking about a park? You glanced down at the boy, then back at Caleb who was still staring at you. Like you were something fragile and familiar. Someone strange all at once. You cleared your throat. "Look, I don’t know what this is. But this little guy right here shouldn’t be wandering off." You smile gently at the boy, gently prying off his hand of your shirt "Next time it might not be someone nice who finds him."

Imagine just when you were about to turn around and walk away for real. "You’re right" Caleb said, voice steady. "You're completely right." What is this guy playing? "So maybe you should help me keep an eye on him. Just for today. Park trip?"

You hesitated. This man, this stranger who still managed to look at you like you were everything, was asking you to walk beside him again. Even if he didn’t remember. Even if it shattered you. Just then, his son grabbed both your hands and squeezed. "Please? I can hold on both of you this time!" You sighed, you could almost feel a headache forming. "I swear" Caleb spoke quietly. "I’m not trying to make this harder for you." He added. "I just... something about you feels like I’ve known you forever." You didn't answer.

Instead you turn to his son who was looking at you with hopeful eyes. Oh those puppy eyes, who could ever say no to them? "Give me a minute darling, I'll clean this up in a bit." "Oh. Oh! I could help!" You laugh, ignoring the way his stare linger. With your heart pounding, trying not to fall apart as the man who once promised to come back to you followed behind. With no idea he already had.

♡

It began in fragments. A shared walk beneath rusted leaves. A passing smile from across the yard. A quiet lunch in the sun, where the child spoke the most and the two adults sat guarded, orbiting each other in silence.

For you, it was cautious. Your heart, once cracked open by his absence, had been stitched closed over years of grief. And now that he stood right before your eyes, not a memory, but a living echo. With his laugh the same, his presence still magnetic. But his eyes were new. Unknowing. Which honestly made it worse. You didn’t know how to touch a ghost who didn’t remember haunting you.

He was gentler now. Or perhaps he always had been, had you simply forgotten how it felt. He watched you like you were something steady, something quiet. Like he was trying to place you in a dream he couldn’t quite recall. And you tried not to look too long. Not to stare when he leaned back on his hands, when he ran a palm through his hair the way he used to when deep in thought. You tried not to remember how his touch had once been a promise. Now, it was unfamiliar. Unwritten. A beginning that mocked the ending you had survived.

For Caleb, it was instinct.

The pull towards you was natural, like a rhythm he already knew. He could not understand why but it lingered in his chest every time you were near. Like a compass buried deep inside him had found true north. There was something in the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn’t watching. Like you were mourning while he breathed. Like he had hurt you without meaning to. Like he had once been your world, and now you didn’t even know how to stand close without burning.

You were kind, but careful. Present, but slightly too still. He noticed the way you never leaned in too far. The way your hands stayed folded, as though holding yourself together. And yet, somehow, you two kept finding each other. A cup of tea offered without words. A shared glance when the little guy laughed too loudly. The comfortable silence of two people who knew how to sit with something unspoken.

For you, it was terrifying. To feel the old ache inching back slow, quiet and cruel. To fall for him again, when he had no idea you were simply picking up where he had left you broken.

For him, it felt inevitable. Like he was falling toward something he couldn’t name. Something familiar. Something that felt like home. Even if he didn’t know why.

♡

Caleb hadn't meant to visit.

He was just dropping off for his son's hat. Left behind again after your impromptu park trip. But when you opened the door and offered a gentle, "Come in for a minute." He stepped inside, telling himself it was polite. Just polite. And then he saw it.

First, the jacket. Hanging by the coat rack. Old, military-issued, a bit scuffed. Familiar. Too familiar. Then the model planes. Dusty but lovingly displayed on a shelf, and one of them, one specific fighter jet had a scratch on the left wing. And then the mug. Sitting quietly by the window, like a ghost of a morning ritual. Chipped. Faded. Still readable, Return With Honor. He stared at it like it had slapped him.

His chest tightened. His brain did math. You said you lived alone. That you never married. Yet this place didn’t feel like yours alone. It was layered with someone else's presence. And Caleb, who, despite his calm exterior, had an ego thoroughly capable of jealousy, was not immune.

"Nice place." He said, eyes still glued to the jacket. Boyfriend? No. You said you aren't seeing anyone. But maybe someone from the past? Someone important, judging by the shrine level energy in the room. "Thanks." You replied, walking toward the kitchen. "It's quiet. Suits me." "Yeah. You into aviation or something?" By his question, you paused. "A little." He nodded like that explained everything, but the knot in his chest was winding tighter.

"Those models." He said, referring to the planes. "They're vintage... Collectibles?" "They were someone else's." He felt an ache. "Someone close?" He asked and your silence was enough. Caleb cleared his throat. "Boyfriend?" "What's it to you?" You almost glare at him but ended with a sigh. "Nothing." He said too quickly. "Just curious. Not judging or anything. Totally healthy to you know... keep stuff from a boyfriend." He almost cringe at his own words. Nonetheless he tried to play it cool. "Even years later. It's fine."

"Wasn't a boyfriend." "Oh." He looked relieved then paused. "Husband?" You didn't respond. His jaw clenched. "Okay. Cool. So just- was it serious?" It was entertaining, really. To see him acting like this. Still, "Very." He exhaled slowly, pretending it didn't bother him. Pretending the idea of some air force Romeo haunting your house via jacket and coffee mug didn't sit like a boulder in his gut. "Is he… still around?" He asked.

You turned slightly, enough for him to see the flicker of something in your eyes. Not anger. Not sadness. Something older. But then you blink and it disappears. "No." You said simply, too nonchalant. "He died. Years ago. During the war." Caleb blinked. "Oh. Sorry. I didn’t mean to-" "It's alright."

Caleb, in all his complicated grief and confused feelings, nodded gently and then exhaled the kind of breath no normal person should ever exhale after hearing about someone's dead lover.

Relief. An actual, horrible, shameful relief. "So... you never moved on?" Why does he even asked this questions? "I tried." You said, sighing. Looking back, you never truly get over him. Even before this, you carry him with you. "Didn’t stick."

He looked away, heart weirdly heavy. And relieved. Which was so wrong. He barely even knew you. "I'm not saying I was jealous." He muttered under his breath. Clearly wasn't very jealous. "But I just think it's a little unfair that a dead guy still has better closet space than me." You pause, looked at him and then choked on a laugh. "Excuse me?"

"Nothing. I mean. I didn’t say that." He tried to recover but found himself already walking toward the jacket. "That tear in the shoulder? Looks like something from field duty. Enemy fire?" There was a moment of silence before your voice was heard. "Crash." Ah. Damn. He looked back at you. "Did they recover him?" You shook your head, mind replaying the day you received his uniform. "No. The plane was downed over enemy territory. No body. Just..."

Caleb swallowed, then turned back to the jacket. His fingers brushed the edge of the inner collar. And there, faint but stitched in, was a name. Caleb. His own name.

He blinked. Huh. "That's weird." He whispered to himself. "What is?" "Nothing." He let go quickly, stepping back like the jacket burned him. "Just thought it looked familiar." "You probably knew someone like him." You said, looking at the jacket. "You were a pilot too, weren't you?" He nodded slowly.

The silence that followed was thick with something he couldn’t name. Finally, you turned to him, brows raising. "You okay?" "Yeah. I'm fine. Just..." He looked back at the shelf of planes. "Trying to figure out if I'm feeling haunted or just wildly insecure." You gave him a long look. "Don't worry. You're not the first man to get jealous of a ghost."

♡

It didn’t hit all at once.

Just a flicker. Later that evening, after he returned home and set down his keys. Caleb sat in silence for a long while. Hands resting on his knees, his mind somewhere far behind him. His son asleep upstairs. The house was quiet. But his heart wasn’t.

He couldn't stop thinking about the jacket. The way it had felt under his fingers. The fraying of the collar. The weight of it. Familiar, like a favorite song he hadn't heard in years. And then… the name.

Caleb

His name. Same spelling. Same placement he would have asked for, had it ever been his. And that particular kind of patch stitching, he knew it. Not in theory, not from others but he remembered doing it. Sewing that rip in the field. Threading it clumsily, cursing the cold, using his teeth to pull the knot tight.

The memory was sharp. Real. Immediate. He jolted. For a split second, the sound of wind filled his ears. Rotors. Heat. A hands pressing against his chest. A medic’s voice shouting. The taste of blood. The voice- the voice. Laughing. Crying. Then it was gone. He stared at the floor, breath unsteady, as something ancient and half buried inside him cracked open. He didn’t know the name. Not yet.

But suddenly, he knew the jacket. He had loved someone once. And he had left them behind.

♡

It had been a while since Caleb last visited. Life had a way of stepping in, work, obligations and the silent ache between two people who used to know each other like breath and now barely touched the surface. He hadn't come by in days, and though you told yourself it was a relief, the echo of absence sat heavily in the corners of the house.

Still, his little boy came. He had a way of showing up with grass in his hair and stories far too big for his age. That afternoon, he sat cross-legged in your living room, babbling about paper airplanes and how he could totally build one that flew to the moon if he wanted. And you listened, smiling through the heaviness.

Then, in the soft lull of conversation, you asked a question that had lingered for too long. "Your dad... what's he like?" When you asked that, the boy shrugged like it wasn't complicated. "He’s kind. And quiet sometimes." He giggle. "He forgets things. But he always remembers the important stuff."

You hesitated before asking, you don't want to get hurt. "Was it always just the two of you?" The boy tilted his head. "No. My real parents died. In the war. Dad, Caleb, was their friend. He says he owes them everything."

The world tilted just slightly beneath you. He wasn’t his son. Not by blood. Caleb had taken the boy in. Raised him. Loved him. Not because he had to. But because it was the right thing to do.

You watch the little boy rummaged through his small backpack and pulled out something you hadn’t seen in years, a small box, worn at the edges. "He gave me this." He said, opening it like it was no big deal. Inside sat a ring. Their ring. The one pair Caleb had with him the night before he left for the war. The one you thought had been lost with him forever. You breath caught.

"He said it was for someone important." He added gently. "That he didn't remember who, not really. But he knew it was meant for someone. That he'd given it to them before everything." The air went silent with something unspoken. "He said that's why we came back here." The child said simply. "Because father- my first dad, told him he had left something important in this town. Someone.”

The ring sat there between them, heavy with memory.

You did not reach for it. Not yet. Because hope was a dangerous thing. And love, especially a love that once had died, was terrifying when it tried to live again. You turned your head, blinking quickly, steadying yourself. You could feel it, fate pulling at the thread. Winding them back toward something unfinished. Caleb didn’t remember you. But somehow, his heart still did.

And yours? Still afraid. But still beating for the same man.

♡

It came to him like a storm. No warning. No slow unraveling. Just a breath, then the world tilted.

He was standing by your the porch, hand raised to knock on your door when his eyes flicked to the side window. There, through the curtain, he saw you. Front facing him and staring at the ring.

That ring.

The one he had carried through fire and blood and years of unknowing. The one he couldn't part with even when his memories scattered like ash in the wind. The ring he had told himself it was a symbol of something lost, of someone important.

And in that moment, it wasn't just important. It was you.

He staggered back a step, unsteady.

The noise of bombs, of roaring engines, your voice flooded in. Your hands on his uniform, trembling the day before he left. The taste of your kiss. The promise he made with that ring pressed between your and his palms. The letters. The laughter. The ache of missing you so badly that it bled into his bones.

The crash. The fire. Your name screaming on his throat. Your face, framed in smoke, reaching for him as everything fell apart. He remembered it all.

The weight of your head on his chest after long shifts at the field. The curve of your smile when you handed him that ridiculous mug. The way you looked up at him like he was something worth returning for.

He remembered loving you. And the unbearable grief in your eyes every time you met now soft and guarded. Like you were terrified to reach for what had already died once.

His breath came out broken. You didn’t know he remembered. Not yet. But standing there, staring at the one who had waited for a ghost, who still wore that love like an old scar, Caleb realized something. He did not just fallen in love with you again. He never stopped. And now, he finally remembered why.

♡

You noticed it first in his silence.

Not the awkward kind, it was the silence of someone searching for words. The kind that felt like knowing. Like he was seeing you for the first time. Or maybe remembering how he used to.

The way he looked at you had changed. Less like curiosity. More like memory.

He didn't say anything when you offered him tea in the same chipped mug, the one with the faded letters he'd once picked out himself. He just smiled. A Small, soft and took it with both hands, like it meant something. And it did.

You could feel it shifting from within, the weight of unspoken things settling into the space like dust. You did not ask if he remembered. You didn’t dare. Because what if he didn’t? Or worse, what if he did and chose to forget again? You were terrified of loving him twice only to lose him all over again.

He sat across from you, watching you with the same steady calm that used to unravel you within seconds. Like you were a place he had once called home. And now, was again. And still, you held back. Because time had turned your love into something cautious. Because you had built your life around the absence of him, and now, with his presence sitting in your kitchen again, it felt like you were grieving in reverse.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out the ring box, not dramatic, not rehearsed, just... instinct. He held it between them without opening it. And you stared. Your heart cracked. "Why are you carrying that?" You asked, voice barely above whisper. He did not answer at first. Instead, he looked at you like someone who had finally, finally found what he had spent years trying to remember. Then he quietly said. "Because I remember who it belonged to now."

You breath hitched. You did not cry. You wanted to but there were no tears left. Just silence, fear, and the tender ache of almost believing him. "You don't have to say anything." You finally spoke. "You don't owe me that." You added. "I do." He replied. Quiet and steady. "I left you once." There was a pause. "Not because I wanted to, but because the world forced me to." He looked at you. "I won't leave you again."

And you looked away, blinking rapidly. "But what if you forget again?" Fear. "What if I lose you twice?" You don't know if you would be able to handle that again. He exhaled. A breath full of pain and love and all the words he never got to say the first time. "Then I'll come back again." He said, eyes looking for yours. "And again. And again. Because it’s you. It’s always been you. Even without my memories, I found you." You finally looked at him. And in his eyes, you saw him.

Your Caleb.

Not just the man he used to be. Not just the man war tried to erase but the one who had always, in every version of himself, loved you. And in that moment, you don't need the ring. You don't need the memories. You don't need the promises made in uniforms or letters. You just needed this The quiet truth between them. The forgiveness in your heart. And the love that had never really left.

You did not kiss. Not yet. There was no sweeping declaration. No grand reuniting. Just the ring resting between you two. Two hands meeting across the table. And a slow, steady heartbeat that finally, finally felt like home.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

Letter Never Sent

My dearest love,

If this letter reaches you, then I’ve made it back, whole, in one piece, and still yours. And if I haven’t… then let this be something that stayed behind, even when I couldn’t.

There’s something I wanted to ask before I left, but the moment kept slipping away. I was too busy memorizing your smile.

So here it is, written plainly and tucked into these folds of paper like a promise:

Will you marry me?

I don’t ask for forever. Just ust for the chance to return to you. I’ll chase every sky, every mile, every storm, if it means finding my way back.

No matter where the wind takes me… I know where it will leave me.

With you.

Always,

Caleb

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eddiesxangel · 1 year ago

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1-800-HOT-TO-GO | E.M

Anonymous asked: Can i request a fic where either the reader reveals during a pizza and beers hangout she was a phone sex operator for a brief time and everyone is shocked and one of them jokingly asks if she was any good and she whispers something dirty in their ear and it changes their friendship

Cw: fem!reader, allusions to male masturbation, dirty talk 1.7k words

“Come again?”

“I used to work a sex hotline,” you shrug like it was no big deal.

“No way,” Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t believe you.”

You hear Steve and the others giggle around you, also in disbelief.

“Wanna bet?”

“Try me.” He wants to call your bluff because no way in hell did he not know this about you. You always were reserved when it came to talking about sex; never had you seemed promiscuous.

You hold up your hand to your ear, pretending it is a phone, and Eddie follows your lead.

“Ring ring,” he giggles.

“Hello.” You changed the pitch of your voice to be more sultry.

“Hi,” he smirks.

“Can I get a name, handsome?”

“ Eddie”

“Mmmm, hi, Eddie. I’m Candy.”

“Candy?”

He breaks character, but you don’t.

“the boys say it’s because I’m so sweet.” You fake giggle.

“This is my first time calling. I’m not sure what to do here.”

“That’s okay, I’ll walk you through it… you want to get comfortable for me?”

Eddie looks around the room at the others, who are trying to stifle their giggles. This night was supposed to be chill, with pizza and beers. He wasn’t really sure how you all ended up here.

“I’m comfortable.” He says without actually moving.”

“I wish I could see; you sound so sexy.” You sigh.

Another giggle leaves Eddie’s lips because who is this person who’s taken over your body?

“Yeah? you wish you could see be, Dollface?” Playing into it more.

You lean in to whisper so only he can hear it this time. “oh yeah, big boy; I bet your cock is already nice and hard for me. Such a good boy, I want you to fill me.” You sit back, take a loose tendril, twirl his hair around your finger, and watch Eddie’s eyes widen at what you just said.

“Oh-okay, that’s enough.” He chuckles, trying not to give away how turned on he just got. “I believe you!”

You sit back with a giggle and grab another slice of pizza like nothing just happened.

Everyone looked at you with shock.

Eddie quickly gets up and excuses himself to go to the bathroom.

“What did you say?!” Robin begs.

You shrug in response like it was another day at work… which it has been.

“Damn, is it hot in here?” Steve pops the collar of his shirt.

“You guys need to loosen up, my god.”

While you were still enjoying your pizza, Eddie was having a crisis. Never had he thought of you in that way until moments ago, listening to those filthy words slip from your lips.

“I bet your cock is already nice and hard for me. Such a good boy, I want you to fill me,” your words replayed in his mind while he tried to fight the blood rushing to his stiffening cock.

He can’t go back out there like this. Eddie splashed cold water on his face to try to snap him out of it, but it didn’t help.

A quick rap on the door startles Eddie out of his inner monologue.

“You okay, big boy? You’ve been in there fifteen minutes.” He hears you laugh from the other side.

Had it really been that long?

Eddie’s issue had not been resolved; in fact, it had worsened as he tried to push down the thought of you naked and spread out for him… talking to him like that.

“Yeah-I-uh- just a minute.” Eddie wanted to pull his hair out at how frustrated you had made him.

You were just pals, bubbies, amigos.

You weren’t attractive… were you?

Eddie never thought to look at you in that way; you’re just a friend, always had been, always will be… unless?

The more Eddie thought about it, the more he realized he did think your hair looked really pretty tonight. The way you always did your makeup really brought out your beautiful features…and when he got a whiff of your delicious perfume when you twirled his hair, he couldn’t get enough.

“You sure?” You try to jiggle the door handle, but it’s locked.

“Shit,” Eddie curses under with breath.

“Come on, Ed, talk to me, please?”

You hear the lock unlatch and watch the doorknob slowly turn as Eddie pokes his head out.

“Hi,” he’s short and sounds a bit out of breath.

“I hope what I said didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

Ed saw the worried look in your eyes.

“No! Well, I mean, yes, but…no.”

“Yes, but no?”

Eddie let out a deep sigh. He didn’t see a way out of this. He stepped aside to let you in and shut the door behind you.

“Eddie?” You look up at him.

“Hm?”

His eyes snap to your concerned face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was a big deal! It did it all the time for work; I just… I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. clearly, I overstepped a boundary-“

“You’re not the only one.”

“What do you mean?”

Eddie moves his strategically placed hands to reveal the tent formed in his jeans and watches as your face falls into amused shock.

You cup your mouth to stifle an unexpected giggle.

“That’s not the reaction a guy wants when he shows a girl how turned on he is.”

“I’m sorry, I just!-didn’t think?”

“It’s okay. I’m just trying to get rid of it, but it’s not going away.”

“You mean?”

“I’m waiting it out.”

“Oh, ok.” You nod awkwardly.

An awkward silence washes over the both of you as you try so hard not to stare at his crotch.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask for your help if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I wasn’t!”

“Ok…”

Another very uncomfortable silence settled between the two of you as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, trying to do everything in your power so as not to look down.

“I um… I guess I’ll just.” You point to the door that he’s blocking.

“Uh. Ok,” he nods and steps to the side.

You close the door behind you but don’t leave. You lean against the door and take a deep breath, trying to make sense of the evening.

Why did the thought of turning Eddie on excite you? He’s a friend. Just a friend. I always had and always will be.

With a deep breath, you go to push yourself up off the door, but before you’re able to, you hear your name being moaned from the other side of the door.

You froze. You knew you should move, but your feet were locked in place. More heavy breaths and the sound of muffled moans seeped from under the door gap, and you pressed your ear to the door.

Eddie was jerking off because of you… and you liked it?

Eddie bit back screaming your name as he finally released himself into the bathroom tissue. Finally, he could return to rejoin everyone without being physically uncomfortable.

He discarded his release, tucked himself back in, washed his hands, and unlocked the door, but he was ambushed when you fell onto him when he went to open the door.

You let out a squeak as you lost your balance, falling into Eddie as the door was opened from under you.

“Woah,” Eddie catches you before you’re able to fall. His rage hands wrap around your biceps, gripping tightly to brace your fall.

“Were you spying on me?”

“Oh god, sorry” you’re so embarrassed. The whole evening has been one shit show. You scramble to find your fitting to create space between you and Eddie.

“You were spying on me!”

“Shhhhh! Keep your voice down.”

“You totally were spying on me!” He accused.

“You’re the one who moaned my name!” You defend.

Eddie’s cheeks reddened.

“You’re the one who said all those… things!” his hands flailed.

“You’re the one who egged it on!”

“So!”

“So?”

“Yeah, so!”

“Woah, guys, what’s going on here?” Steve pops his head around the corner.

“Nothing,” you both glare.

“Ohhhhhkayyyyyyyy,” Steve turns a heel and walks back to the kitchen to grab a drink.

“Eddie,” you sigh, “I don’t want to argue. This is dumb, and we can pretend it never happened.”

“We could, but I gotta know.”

“What’s that?”

“Did you like it?” He took a step closer, filling the gap between you.

“What?” You look up at him.

“I asked if you like listening to me?” he brushed your hair behind your shoulder.

You gulp, not expecting Eddie’s demeanour to switch on a dime.

“I… I don’t know?”

“I think you did, and you’re too scared to admit it.” You can smell him. He is so close to you.

“Eddie, what are you doing?” You watch as he leans in closer.

“Just trust me.” His hands find the back of your neck, pulling you close.

“Eddie?”

“Let me try something.”

“Kay,” you whisper.

Eddie’s lips graze yours ever so lightly before he presses them fully.

A million and one thoughts run through your mind as Eddie kisses you.

You blame the cheap beer for letting this happen. You blame the beer for liking it. You blame the beer for kissing him back. You blame the beer for the tongue slip and the beer for how you wanted to moan when he pulled away.

“Woah”

“Yea woah,” you repeated dumbly.

“um… did you like it?”

“Yeah… did you?”

“Yeah.”

“cool… now what?”

“go out with me,” Eddie states confidently.

“Like a date?”

“what else would it be?” He chuckles.

“I don’t know?” You shrug, embarrassed that Eddie is getting you all flustered.

“You’re cute when you don’t know what to say.” He smirks.

“I’m cute?” You never thought hearing Eddie say those words would send butterflies fluttering through your tummy.

Eddie doesn’t answer verbally; he leans in to kiss you again to confirm his statement.

“We should get back to the others.” You sigh as you pull away.

“You didn’t answer me.”

“You didn’t ask me anything.”

“Yes, I did. I asked you out.”

“No, you said go out with me. That’s a statement, not a question.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No,” Yes, you were totally messing with him.

“Will you go out on a date with me?”

“Just say yes! You’ve been gone for half an hour!” You hear Robin yell from the living room.

“Robin!” You hear Steve scold.

“What?”

You can’t help but laugh and can’t believe the next world’s coming out of your mouth.

“Okay, I’ll go out with you, Eddie.”

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #Eddie Munson request #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x best friend reader #eddie munson friends to lovers #eddie munson

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retiredteabag · 8 months ago

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Uncle sukuna

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Uncle Sukuna hates children and that just makes kids like him more.

They are practically magnetized to the man.

If he was being honest, he's really just afraid of hurting them, that and he has no idea how to handle a crying child. So, he avoids them at all cost.

Sometimes there's just nothing he can do though, especially when a little monster like his nephew is napping on his chest.

Which he does frequently.

Sukuna would be mean. Straight up telling the kid he was annoying. Yuuji would almost never care.

Almost.

“Don’t even think about it you little brat.” Sukuna would protest, seeing Yuuji crawling across the sofa. “Nu uh. No. Get your sticky little hands off of me!”

But eventually he would have to give in, rolling his eyes as Yuuji found his place- drooling over Sukuna’s shoulder.

Sukuna was also the type to say no and never mean it.

“Can we watch my show kuna?”

“No.”

Five minutes later? They’re smooshed together watching Yuuji’s stupid cartoon.

“Uncuna… can you help with my math homework please?”

“No.”

The next second Sukuna is in full tutor mode.

You might think that he’s the type to make a kid cry over their geometry work, but he is typically more patient than expected.

“Kuna can you make me some cinnamon toast?”

“No.”

“Pleaseeeee?????”

“No, Yuuji.” He’s firm.

Yuuji knows he’s getting that toast.

Sukuna has a love hate relationship with the kid. For Yuuji, it’s just love. That’s why, on the rare occasion, Sukuna might be just a little too rough on him.

It would likely be after a long day, maybe he worked late, maybe he had to deal with a rude person, maybe he didn’t sleep well. Whatever the case, the tattooed man would have an already short fuse when he walked in the door.

Unaware of his bad mood, Yuuji would flip around on the sofa, hearing the key turn in the door.

“KUNA!!!”

Yuuji would bound off the couch, racing for his uncle. Sukuna would sigh and roll his eyes as the boys grubby little hands encircled his leg.

“Kuna kuna! I had a presentation at school today! And I did a really good job because everybody clapped at the end like this-“ the boy smacks his hands together over and over, a big smile on his face, “I was so nervous but now that it’s all over, I wish I could do it again! It was so fun! I can’t wait for my next presentation-“

“Oh my gosh Yuuji will you shut up? I really do not care about your school project.” Sukuna would know the second it left his mouth it wouldn’t be true.

Yuujis little arms would fall away from his uncle. A frown would cover his face. “O-oh okay.” He would stumble back, watching his uncles face.

Sukuna would groan inwardly. Knowing he had been too harsh. He never actually minded hearing about his nephews day, he was just overstimulated and now he felt awful. The little boy was holding up a strong facade but his lip wobbled. The man would sigh.

“Ugh, Yuuji, I’m sorry kid, that was wrong of me-“

“No.” The boy would sniffle, “s��okay. M’sorry for making you mad.”

Oh, now Sukuna might as well walk into oncoming traffic.

He sighs, “No, Yuuji, you didn’t do a thing wrong. Don’t apologize for anything, alright?” He would run a hand through his cropped pink hair, “listen, I’m glad your presentation went well, that’s good, how about we go get dinner after I wash up, whatever ya want.”

Yuujis eyes would widen, a big grin coming back, “Yeah?!” Sukuna would sigh at the kids forgiving nature.

“Yeah, kid, I’m starved.”

Yuuji would bounce up and down, then, without a moment’s hesitation, throw himself around his uncles leg.

Sukuna would pat the boys hair, cursing himself for being so short with the kid.

And after being so annoyed just a second ago, after watching Yuuji race off to change his clothes, Sukuna realized he had forgotten what had ruined his day to begin with.

Cute little brat.

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goorgeousz · 21 days ago

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summer flame | aaron hotchner

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader summary: you develop a crush on the middle aged dad during your summer trip. content/tw: nearly drowning on a swimming pool (it wasn’t more than 30 seconds but you get it), panic, objectification of hotch’s body (oh well), reader wears a bikini, protective!hotch, hotch saves the day once again, lmk if i missed anything! word count: 3.2k a/n: requested by the gorgeous @deceasedream69 , thank you so much for the idea!!! it was such a fun one to write, i truly hope you like it! also, i do have a spicy part two in mind if you guys are interested... 💗🪽 dividers @uzmacchiato

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part two

You were so entertained by your book that you didn’t even notice when the fine man you’ve been stalking walked in with his son, at 2:20 sharp and settled on the table on the corner of the community pool, like he’s been doing every day for the past week.

During summer, you liked to get away and rent a place by the beach to spend your days worrying about nothing but your tan and catching up with your books. Which was exactly what you were doing now, adding ‘hooking up with the middle-aged fine ass man without a ring’ to the list.

This time you chose a house complex a couple blocks from the beach with a community pool. You didn’t really care about the pool, since you never really learnt how to swim, but it was nice to have a place to cool down after burning under the sun – without letting go of the border goes without saying. It was a nice setting, and since you were on your own, safety was more important than extra space.

Five days ago, when you first saw him, you were on the exact same spot: tanning by the pool, deeply invested in the sugary romance you picked up on your way here. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint the moment they walked in the community pool, not really paying attention to the background movement, but you know exactly how your eyes first laid on him.

Just when the main couple were about to sleep together for the first time – after exactly 231 pages, mind you –, you felt cold. With a squealed yelp, you jumped on your sunlounger, more startled by the droplets of water on your body than actually cold.

“Jack, come on. This is not nice.” you hear a rough voice scold. Even though it was loud, since the kid – Jack, you assumed – was laughing uncontrollably on the water, the man sounded incredibly soft. Before you could turn around to explain you were just fine, you were startled – again – by the person kneeling beside you.

You widened your eyes at the proximity, and then widened even harder when you saw his face. He was gorgeous. His jaw was sharp, clean, his lips pressed tight as if he was reprimanding himself for something. You couldn’t see his eyes since the man wore a pair of sunglasses, but you could tell his eyebrows were pinched together by the way his forehead creased. You wondered why he was so worried.

Just then it hit you: he was worried about you.

And this wasn't you being cocky, it was you realizing he was speaking to you, repeating the same question for the second time, at least.

“Are you okay?” You nodded fiercely, overcompensating for the time you spent ignoring him – his words, actually. All of your attention was turned to him.

“I’m good, yeah.” you assured, and he nodded once, composed, and stood back up, going back to the border of the pool to wait for his kid to get out.

The little blond boy walked over to you, his hair wet and messy from the pool. You tried not to smile at the squelchy noises of his float as he walked.

“I’m sorry.” he apologized, his big doe eyes watching you expectantly, his lashes long as he battled them in your direction like a little angel. You smiled at him.

“It’s okay. How’s the water?” At that he smiled back, his eyes shining excitedly at his new friend.

“It’s cold. But you just have to swim a little.” he explained, moving his arms up and down at a poor mimic of a swim. “I’m Jack, what’s your name?” When you answered, he walked away repeating your name to himself afterwards. You smiled at his dad, who stood awkwardly by the pool, waiting for his son to come back and trying to not look like a creep staring while making sure little Jack wasn’t dealing with a predator. As soon as his kid was back on his arms, he nodded at you, the tight line of his lips twitching at the corners as an attempt of a smile.

What an odd man. You wanted him, bad.

The following days were pretty much the same: right after lunch you were quick to change into bikinis and grab your stuff: snack, sunscreen and a book, and made your way towards the pool. You made sure to get the exact same sunlounger, look effortlessly beautiful and not check the time too much – you wouldn’t want to be caught on your phone just as he walked in, it would ruin your image.

It was a challenge: you wanted to look sexy, not enough for him to stop bringing his kid around, but enough for his eyes to dart towards you. Just like the script you wrote in your mind, everyday just half an hour after you, he and his son arrived at the community pool. The little blond boy skipping excitedly with his swimming UV clothes and the two little floats wrapped around his arms. Grabbing his hands, his – delicious – father walked with swimming shorts – that never got wet, unfortunately – and a plain shirt, usually neutral colors. In his free hand, he carried one of those neon-colored reusable supermarket bags full of supplies.

You usually didn’t acknowledge them at first, seeming too focused on your book, and them being on the opposite side of the space. Eventually, you would close the book to grab your bottle of water or change positions, and you would face each other and exchange a polite nod. Jack, on the other hand, always ended up running to your side of the pool to chitchat, sometimes asking about what you were reading, sometimes to talk about the water, sometimes he just sing-songed your name while he marched around the perimeter.

Because he was always wearing sunglasses you weren’t completely sure, but you were positive you once caught him staring at you – Jack having to yell an annoyed ‘Dad!’ from the pool to get his attention while you reapplied sunscreen on your thighs.

Today was another one of these days, everything was just the same but every time more exciting than the last time. Even though you literally didn’t have eyes for anyone else beside that man and his kid, the pool was never empty. It wasn’t too crowded either, but at least four other tables were occupied.

In fact, you were so oblivious to the other people around you, it took one of them literally stepping in front of you and blocking the sunlight for you to notice their presence.

“Hi!” the elder woman said, her smile bright as she held a puppy in her arms.

“Hey…” you smiled confused, not knowing if you were supposed to know her. You sat up and pulled your glasses down to your nose, hoping that looking directly at her would help you figure it out. It didn’t.

Exchanging your names, she started to explain “I was just wondering, since you always stay here for hours,” you try not to blush from realizing your activities were so noticeable to others “you wouldn’t mind watching over Prince for me, right?” you started to open your mouth to explain you had absolutely no idea what to do with a dog, when she raised one of her hands to stop you “I have to run to the drugstore, I ran out of my medicine and I have no one to leave him with.” as if on cue, the little dog in her arms tilted his head, his bulged eyes blinking up at you “It will be quick.” she said, approaching you and dropping the animal to the ground.

“...Sure.” you agreed unnecessarily – the woman was already handing you his leash, a bottle of water and a package of treats.

“Thank you, dearie.” she said, pinching your cheek and walking away. You sat there watching her go, blinking slowly and trying to breathe the situation in. To his defense, Prince sat obediently by your side, watching you with his tail wagging. You scratched the back of his ear, warming up to him.

At first, you just sat still, not knowing what you were supposed to do with him. But he just stayed there, laying on the ground enjoying the sun and watching the pool, so you just relaxed again, putting your sunglasses back on and resumed your reading – sight-seeing the man play with his kid.

The day was a little emptier than the rest, the only sound being small chattering from the other occupied tables. So, when that gorgeous man of yours leaned down to the cooler to pick up a beer, you could hear the sound of the can being opened. Your mouth watered, and it wasn’t because of the alcohol.

Drinking a single can of beer by the pool wasn’t exactly an announcement that you were single and ready to mingle, but it did make you look approachable – at least more than if you spend your entire summer babysitting your kid without even flirting with the young woman tanning across from you.

You wondered if he wanted company, and how would you approach him. Should you pop open a beer too? Or would it be too obvious? You didn’t bring any, so going back to the rental just to get one would be a little ridiculous.

Completely oblivious to your intern plotting, Prince felt the moment you loosened your grip on the leash, and took it as a once in a lifetime opportunity, and ran fast like a lightning away from you. You were standing faster than your mind processed the situation, but before you could get a hold of him he jumped right into the water.

Without a second thought, you threw your book on the ground and jumped head first into the swimming pool. It was deeper than you thought, but you were focused on getting the dog. Prince, you noticed, didn’t need your help. As soon as you clumsily made yourself close to him, he patted his paws perfectly away from you, getting to the border like a professional dog swimmer and got off without any help.

Before you could feel any betrayal towards the little cute bastard, chlorine water filled your nose and mouth, and you were harshly reminded that you couldn’t swim. Letting yourself sink for a moment, thinking that you could at least get an impulse from the ground. Realizing that even then you couldn’t touch your feet on the bottom, you started to full-on panic.

You swayed your arms up and down, trying to breathe, but doing that you couldn’t move further, so you stayed struggling on the same spot in the middle of the swimming pool. People tried to teach you how to swim over the years, but you never really got it. There was a time you managed to move a little, but the lack of practice got the best of you, and your mind blanked every movement you learnt.

At that point, your lungs were starting to hurt, and your arms and legs started to ache with the effort, so you tried to float. The problem was, the first step to float on the water is to relax, which in the moment that word meant nothing but a mix of letters, and you started to make peace with the fact that you were going to die (sad) saving a dog (heroic) that knew how to swim all along (embarassing).

When your legs started to give out, and your body was fully under the water, you weren’t seeing nor hearing anything. Your eyes were shut close, the only sound being the strong, erratic and maybe last beats of your heart.

Surprisingly, only a second past before two strong arms surrounded you, holding you close and pulling you up to the surface. As soon as you reached fresh air, you inhaled deeply, followed by a fit of coughing. The two strong arms carried you to the coping, lifting you with ease and placing you seated on the ground. Only then you rubbed your eyes open, your lungs burning as you coughed up all the water you managed to swallow.

Behind you, your saviour quickly followed you, lifting himself out of the pool and settling by your side, gently brushing your damp hair from your face and holding it for you in a makeshift ponytail, while his other hand rubbed circles on your back.

The chlorine scratched your throat unpleasantly, your eyes burning as tears streaked out of them. The man on your side kept whispering praises and instructions, patiently helping you. You heard him talking to the few other people there, ordering them around like a boss, his tone completely different from when he was directing to you. They grabbed fresh water, held the dog, and got her a towel.

When breathing finally stopped feeling like a knife to your lungs, you sat properly, wiping your tears and your mouth as you faced the man who helped you.

“Are you good?” he asked, his chocolate brown eyes scanning your entire face worriedly. For the first time he wasn’t wearing sunglasses, and you immediately understood: they were hypnotizing. You just stared at his figure. His hair, usually gelled up like he was ready to be called in for work, was damp, messy and glued to his forehead, so rumbled it made him look boy-ish. His cheeks were red, and you didn’t know if it was from the sun or from the moment.

He had a very subtle stubble on his sharp jaw, and you wanted nothing more than to run your hand on it to see if it would spike. His white shirt was your personal hell. The water made it look transparent, and you could see almost perfectly his entire torso underneath it. The muscles on his shoulders, his biceps clinging and flexing from holding his weight. His chest was broad and strong, you caught yourself licking your lips as you watched it moving up and down as he breathed, your eyes shifting to the softness on his stomach before it reached lower. That day, his swimming shorts were black, and cling to his hips and his thighs like you would if given the chance, and only then you realized you straight up eyed the man up and down, and there was no way he missed that.

As if answering your thoughts, as soon as your eyes were back on his face you caught the twitch on the corner of his lips, and he raised an eyebrow quizzically “Are you good?” You finally snapped back to reality, sitting up in a swift movement and accidently moving even closer to him.

“Prince?”

“Huh?”

“Prince, the dog. Where is he?” you asked, panicking. He just nodded to your side, and you turned to look for it just to find Prince just a couple feet beside you, his leash wrapped around the foot of your chair, laying down on his back, his eyes closed and his tongue darting out as he napped under the sunlight. “You traitor.” you muttered, reaching closer to scratch his belly.

You heard the man clearing his throat behind you, and you turned back to him. “Thank you…”

“Aaron.”

“Aaron.” you said his name tasting like candy on your tongue “Thank you, Aaron.” he nodded again. You told him your name, and he repeated it just like his son.

“Are you feeling better? Do you need anything?” he asked, still worried.

“I’m good, thank you.” you smile weakly “How embarrassing was it, on a scale from one to ten?”

He ignored your question, shaking his head once like it was a ridiculous question “You don’t know how to swim?” you sighed, not loving how he didn’t want to lighten the mood.

“I tried, but I never really learnt. Now I think it’s time.” you try to joke again, but he just nods in agreement.

Aaron – and how delicious it was to finally know his name – ran his hand through his hair, tousled it even more and looked over to Jack, just to guarantee he was safe, before turning back to you “Are you staying here all summer?”

“Yeah. I’m on 103-A.” you explain, trying not to read too much in his question. “You?”

“We’re on 110-A. I’m staying too, but Jack’s leaving for summer camp next week.” he says, and you swear you can see his lips twitching just a little bit. You feel your cheeks warming, but since you were already sunburnt it wouldn’t be too visible.

“Oh, I loved summer camp when I was his age.” you beam, looking at the kid “Waited all year for it. Me and my parents, actually.�� you leaned closer to him, using your hand to cover your mouth like you were telling him a secret “I was a bit of a troublemaker.”

He chuckled, his dimples showing and knocking the air out of your lungs at how beautiful he looked “I can tell.” he gave you a knowing look, and while your mouth still hang opened in surprise, he kept talking like nothing happened “I will miss him but I definitely can use the rest.” he confides, looking over at the boy who now laid side by side with Prince, giggling and talking to him like they were best friends. You swoon at how soft his expression is while watching his kid, and you can tell he’s Aaron’s whole life. “Jack is a full time job.”

You laugh, watching amused at the scene “Jack is an amazing kid, you’re doing an amazing job. But it’s understandable. Especially being a single parent and all.” you stop abruptly, only then noticing what you just said. Your eyes widened in surprise, and you looked back at Aaron, who had one of his eyebrows raised and a teasing smirk, and if it wasn’t noticeable before, now the blush on your face and neck was definitely full-on display.

Clearing your throat, you shake your head as if erasing your last words “Shit– Sorry, I didn’t want to assume.” you ramble “Is it just that you don’t wear a ring, so…”

Again, it took you hearing the words that left your mouth for you to realize how bad it sounded. “Oh fuck.” you muttered under your breath, grimacing. Aaron, on the other hand, looked absolutely way too pleased with himself, his smirk turned into a whole grin, dimples on display, and the twinkle in his eyes making you want to crawl under your own skin. “You should’ve just let me drown.”

He laughed — fully, heartily laughed — and the sound made your embarrassment soften slightly. “Listen. You do need to learn how to swim. If you want to, I can teach you.” he offered, shrugging.

You bit your lower lip, eager to spend more time with him — shirtless and wet, especially — but you didn’t trust yourself enough to guarantee you’d behave in that scenario. Nonetheless, that was his problem alone, so you tilted your head to the side, batting your eyelashes at him “For free?”

“Absolutely not.” he said, his tone sarcastic. “In return, you can let me take you out for dinner.”

“I might need lots of lessons, then." you offered, joking along. He smiled easily, his tone always soft but laced with something else.

“Lucky for you, I have a list of restaurants I want to visit.” he confided and you giggled, the butterflies in your stomach throwing a fit. Later, after he asked you to join them on their table, carrying all your belongings in one hand, you made sure to give Prince an extra treat.

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hufflezki · 1 month ago

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"head over heels" — peter has been paying you visits as spiderman, doing and saying things he usually wouldn't when he's off the mask—like attempting to flirt with you. unfortunately, you find out who really is under his disguise.

-> mcu!peter parker x gn!reader, fluff, friends to lovers, mixed povs, peter is just a sweetheart, sudden confessions, good old misunderstanding (oh boy), peter rambles a lot, implications of reader liking plants, ( this is very self indulgent </3 so im sorry if he's a little ooc ) word count: 2,148 ( yes, its really long, ik )

[ 📀༉‧₊˚. ] — (also had this song in mind while writing, so I'll just share it.) head over heels by the go-go's

The sun is rising. Your cup is empty. School works are done. It's a Friday, and you don’t have any classes. Which means you finally have time to relax on your balcony. You prop your elbow down on the railing, thinking of things to do now that you’ve been given a free day.

You can read that book you’ve been meaning to finish a month ago—or has it been two? Then again, you also have that unfinished crochet project you decided to do. But the problem is you forgot if you ever saved the pattern for it. Then there’s also the elephant in the room, the thing that haunts you every time you step inside your apartment. The vase your last roommate left. You’ve been meaning to give it back to her—you promised. But things got busier ever since. The last time you had free time was probably earlier this year, and yet you were still working on your thesis.

You turn your head, staring at the vase. It's ironic how much it grew on you. You thought it didn’t fit the color scheme of your living room at first. But the more you saw it, the more it seemed to fit right in. Until, eventually, you decided that you like it. And, yes, maybe that’s part of the reason why you can’t bring yourself to return it. Your last roommate also never mentioned it again after. So, you assume she just forgot about it entirely. Hopefully.

Your train of thoughts are interrupted when you hear movements, mostly the sound of something—or rather someone—webbing around. You turn your head back in front of you, then to your left, and your right, until– “Good morning.” A familiar voice comes from behind you, making you yelp from surprise. “Fuck, You can’t just sneak up on people like that!” Normally, when you get approached by the Spider-man, in all his red and blue spandex glory, you don’t really greet him with a yell and proceed to curse him out. But, in your defense, who even gets visited by him this early in the morning? Apparently, you do!

“Sorry, I thought you’d be used to me. ‘Cause I am.” He walks, with his body facing you, hoisting himself up to sit on the railing. The whole time you followed him with your eyes, your brows raised out of curiosity. “No? I’m still trying to put my head around the fact that you choose to travel all the way here just to talk to me.” He shakes his head, waving his hand, dismissively. You feel the corner of your lip twitch. For someone who wears a mask, he’s certainly expressive. “You’re special.” He shrugs, his voice sounding a bit too soft and sincere, surprising you. You prop your chin down on your hand, staring at him. “I’m special?” You seem to have flustered him as he shrugs—once more—and turns away. As if you would even see the way his cheeks turn pink.

“Well, you know..” He clears his throat, tilting his head to the side, unsure with his words. You let out a chuckle, he turns to you again. He does this a lot, the moment you do something to counter him, he stumbles a few steps back. It’s adorable and reminds you of Peter, somehow.

“I think you’re great company. And you listen to me when I talk a lot.”

“Yeah, you ramble quite a lot, don't you?”

“I mean I get plenty of thoughts when I come over to see you.” This time you tilt your head to the side. “What kinds of thoughts?” The realization, that what he said might've been weird out of context, hits him like a train and he immediately shakes his head. “No, no, no. Not like weird thoughts. You know, like, uhm– You’re so cool! And I like the perfume you’re wearing today. Little things like that.” You purse your lips, holding back your laughter. You don’t know if his rambling really is entertaining, or maybe you just have it bad.

To be fair, it has been a few weeks since you started meeting him like this. You remember the day of your first encounter. He accidentally knocked down the plant on your balcony, and you caught him fixing it—or trying to hide the evidence that it was broken—then he offered to help however he can. You insisted, but he showed up later that night, dangling outside your window, with a new pot. It was the most baffling thing you’ve ever witnessed. And he helped you transfer the plant too. From then on, he frequents your balcony more than you do, and even waters your plants. Even though you didn't ask him to, you still appreciate him for it.

You don't know what you did to have caught his attention. You convinced yourself that maybe he really is just your friendly neighborhood Spider-man. But he doesn't seem to be hanging out in anyone else’s apartment other than yours. You don't have any complaints, however. He keeps you company, and you seem to do the same for him.

“So, the only thing I’m getting here is that you think about me a lot. And that I’m special.” You say the last thing with a smug grin, and he seems to find that amusing. “Not everyone gets called special by Spider-man. So, thank you.” You add. But, unexpectedly, he counters your remark. “You’re also very sweet.” He says, holding up a finger. Then another one. “And you care a lot. I appreciate you worrying about me whenever I come back from a mission.” Your eyebrows raise, cheeks feeling a little warm. “You’ve got a great smile, it's actually infectious.” He glances at you, and you imagine his eyes narrowing. He’s got three of his fingers up now, then adds another one. “You’re crazy about your plants, but I also like that—and I get it, I’m crazy about my lego collections too.” That’s big news to you, Spider-man apparently likes legos. That reminds you, Peter is also crazy about them. So far, you’re thinking they’d get along well.

However, you don't know where this conversation is going. But you’re curious to how this would conclude, so you keep listening.

“And, I just like you. You make my day. I have more to say, if you want me to elaborate.” He hops down, now standing beside you. Somehow, you turn a little shy. His arm brushes against yours, as he rests his hands on the railing. “But you must get a lot of people telling you that, yeah?” You don't know why Spider-man’s suddenly getting you in your feelings, but you guess he’s always been that spontaneous. “Well, I do have one friend. Peter. He tells me he likes..” You cut yourself off, a metaphorical light bulb turning on above your head. His words starting to

sound familiar.

You remember a sleepover you did with Peter a few months back. When he was so sleepy that he started a verbose speech about how much he appreciates your long-term friendship. And that he doesn't know anyone who could ever have your patience to deal with him.

Now, you’re holding Spider-man’s stare. He’s waiting for you to continue your sentence. But you don't think you would, not when something else came up in your mind. “Peter?” You say, still unsure. He seems startled by that, drawing his head back. “What?”

“Sorry, I just.. What was the gift you gave me on my thirteenth birthday?”

“Walkie talkie–” You point your finger at him, eyes wide, and pretty proud of yourself. Meanwhile, Peter finally realizes just what you’d done and fails to defend himself. That’s when he sighs, his shoulders deflating. And now you feel very bad. “I knew you’d be cornering me!” You give him a guilty smile, moving closer. “I’m sorry, you were just giving yourself away.” He sighs, once again, but he doesn't seem all too bummed out.

“So, it's really you?” Peter nods his head, your smile turns fond. You reach for his mask, hand hesitating for a bit. “You can take it off.” He says, and that’s the time you continue and lift the bottom of his mask, slowly revealing the familiar face of the boy you’ve spent your whole life with. “Peter.” He smiles at you, crooked, evidently embarrassed to be caught like this. But he knew the day would come. Not that he never planned to tell you who really is. “Ta-da?” Peter attempts to humor you, and it works, kind of. You chuckle, bringing yourself to hug him. He wraps his arms around you, feeling all sorts of emotions.

“I’m sorry for ruining your whole reveal. I know that’s not what you intended.” Peter hums and shakes his head. “I’m surprised you’re not at all weirded out.” You pull away, just enough to look at him in the eyes. “I mean, you do need to explain to me why you did all this.” He purses his lips together, trying to find the confidence to tell you that he’s liked you ever since he could. And that it’s been keeping him in some kind of crisis, since he doesn’t know how to tell you.

“It’s hard to say. I like you. I’m practically head over heels. But I’ve never had the confidence to tell you. So I decided maybe being Spider-man could help.” He scratches the back of his neck, now wallowing in his own embarrassment. “Clearly not.. I’m not good at flirting with or without the mask, apparently.” He turns shy, pulling himself away. To his surprise, you pull him back by taking his hands. “You’re really interesting, Peter.” He grows even more flustered, unable to look you in the eyes.

“First, you break my pot.”

“That wasn't intentional, I was really nervous that day.”

“It's alright, It wasn't a big deal. Then, you try to woo me as Spider-man, which almost worked, instead of just asking me out?” Now that you put it that way. His plan did seem like a lot of work. But he didn't have a guarantee that you’d say yes. What if he blows it and you never talk to him again? That’s like.. scarier than having to defeat a Titan warlord threatening to end half the population on earth. Imagine that.

“Would you?” He asks, voice so quiet, you almost missed it. You hum, squeezing his hands. “Would I go out with you?” Peter nods his head, and you also do. “Yes, I would go out with you. Peter, I don't know if you've noticed but I’ve tried to make it obvious that I do like you.” Peter’s eyebrows scrunch together, as he looks at you with pure astonishment. Was he the one oblivious?

“Do you remember when I said my mom packed extra lunches for you?” He nods his head. “I did them, intentionally.” You smile, watching as he starts recollecting your memories. “Even that time you held my hand during our first field trip?” You nod your head, as Peter takes it all in.

“That time you asked me out on Prom?”

“Especially that. I thought you’d get it by then.” You shrug, meanwhile Peter feels like the biggest idiot in the world for realizing it all just now. How could he have missed the signs? Why couldn't he have just taken the risk? He’s done that plenty of times before.

“Alright, don't stress your pretty little mind. Atleast, now we both know.” Peter ponders for a bit more, before he lifts your hands up to kiss your knuckles. “I think I’ll be fine if I worry a bit more. It seems I don't use what’s up here, anyways.” He says, trying to humor his own disappointment. And you have to fight back a smile. “Peter.” You chide and he mutters a quick sorry.

“Let me make it up to you? I’ll take you out, wherever.” He’s leaning closer to kiss you on your forehead, and you feel the warmth seeping throughout your entire body. It’s crazy how a gesture so small could make you feel so much.

“Deal. And I believe I owe you one thing?” He narrows his eyes, inquisitively, and you take the opportunity to kiss him on the lips. You feel him freeze, his entire body going rigid for a second, before he melts and kisses you back. His hand immediately goes to cup your face, while his other pulls you closer by the waist. And you can't help but think about just how soft his lips feel like against yours. You almost want to stay like this for a little while, until you have to take a breath.

“I have a good idea. Why don't we head inside before someone sees you, and tells the entire world that you’re Spider-man.”

“I think that’s the best idea ever, actually.”

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eye4katz · 1 month ago

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She likes a boy, and I'm not a boy || Daniela Avanzini

Pairings: D. A. x KATSEYE 7th Member Fem!Reader

Genre: fluff and slight angst

Content Warning: light cursing, mixed signals 🥶, unrequited (?), indenial!reader, possible slowburn

Synopsis: Being in a global pop group was already a dream come true, but getting close to someone you once admired from afar was the last thing you expected. All moments with her feels warm and platonic, until a member's teasing lead to a realization that Cupid already pierced your heart long ago. Does it hurt because you're falling for her? Or because you know that you're not a man?

part 2 | part 3

It has been a year since Y/N joined Dream Academy and became a part of KATSEYE.

While she was a trainee and was a contestant on the show, she immediately caught Daniela Avanzini's presence. The girl was often quiet around Dani, too shy to blurt out words towards her.

Soon after the final line-up was announced, Dani and Y/N got surprisingly close with each other. Daniela would hug her from behind, kiss her cheeks every time she had a chance, and—of course—shower her with compliments.

Daniela can't sleep without cuddling her plushies, and that's a fact. So, Y/N just became her own human plushie.

Y/N, being Y/N, didn't know how to respond to that. Instead, she just reciprocates all the actions Dani did.

They would cuddle at night and let out a soft sigh in their sleep, contented at each other's presence. Or, if they can't make their way to dreamland, they would just stay up late to talk about random experiences—still while cuddling.

Y/N thought it was a normal thing that friends would do, not until Manon's gaydar made her think twice.

"You two seem like a couple," Manon whispered to Y/N as they took a couple of minutes' break from their choreo practice.

"The heck?" Y/N's head turned toward the older woman. Confusion was painted on her face.

Manon laughed slightly at the expected reaction. "Oh, you know. You've been staring at her like you two are already married."

"E-eh?! I'm not staring at Dani!" Y/N exclaimed quietly.

"I did not say a name~"

"But you're implying it!!"

Manon couldn't help but laugh at Y/N again, amused at her flushed face just from her teasing. "You can't fool me. It's obvious that you like her."

The other woman groaned. "Oh please, even if I like her, she's straight. Lara literally helps Dani compose break-up texts, and guess what? None of those messages went to a girl!"

She couldn't help but sigh. "She's straight, you know."

"No, I don't know that. We don't know that! She hasn't even confirmed or said she was straight!"

The younger member couldn't help but groan again. "She literally uses the 'Tears of Joy' emoji (😂) as an indication of something funny instead of the crying one! No sapphic—or any wuhluhwuh person would use that!

"Okay. Well, if she's straight, so is spaghetti—"

The Swiss woman got interrupted by her member, knowing the golden quote people used to flirt with straight gals. "Oh, please! Keep it PG!"

Manon couldn't help but laugh. She then turned serious and a little soft minutes after.

"Why not take a risk? In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take."

Y/N just shrugged. "It's not like I have a crush on her to even take this invisible chance."

"Denial is a river in Egypt!" were the words from the older woman, making Y/N glare at her.

Manon just sighed, turning serious again, not wanting to put pressure on the younger member. "Okay, okay. Sorry."

"But if something happens, I'm always here for you," she added as she gave the younger one a good squeeze on her shoulder. This made Y/N's heart lighter.

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A week later, four of the girls: Manon, Dani, Y/N, and Lara were in the middle of their livestream. A bunch of banter, teasing, and laughter could be heard inside Danon’s room.

Lara and Manon were lying on their stomachs as they watched the comments fly across the screen, sandwiching Y/N, who was also in the same position as them.

Dani was trying to get herself into the camera frame, grunting as she shifted on top of Y/N’s back and sat there.

Lara noticed this and laughed softly. “Omg, Y/N’s back is so strong.”

Manon looked at the two, smirking teasingly, which is something Y/N immediately caught.

“Am not.” Y/N just shrugged off Lara’s statement.

“She’s used to being under Dani every night. That's a no wonder,” the Swiss woman rebutted.

The other three gasped before scolding her.

“You’re gonna make me have a scandal, Manon!” Y/N exclaimed.

“I’m straight, guys, chill!” The Latina laughed a little too loudly for Y/N’s liking.

The room went slightly silent. Manon, being the eldest and the one who was aware of her member’s feelings, noticed Y/N’s change in energy. She took the initiative to break the uncomfortable tension.

“Congrats, Dani! Congrats on coming out straight!” she said. Lara also joined the teasing, making Daniela laugh.

Y/N didn’t want to look like it affected her. Thus, she went in on the joke with her members.

After about two hours, they finally ended their live.

“Dayum, my vocal cords feel like they’re gonna rip out every time I speak,” Manon said before letting out the most diabolical cough a human had ever heard.

Y/N then barked out laughing, still not over the chaos they caused during the livestream. “Babes, you kept bantering with Lara and the eyekons.”

“WELL, THEY KEPT SAYING I LOOK LIKE ELPHABA AND GLINDA’S LOVE CHILD!”

“BAE, IT’S A COMPLIMENT—”

Lara just watched the scene unfold before her eyes, laughing at the two women’s banter. She might literally develop abs just from laughing so hard at them.

Dani, sitting on the edge of the bed, was somehow lost in her phone. She grinned at the screen as she typed, perhaps constructing a message—until the words that came out of Y/N’s mouth made her look up.

“Nuh-uh! Lara and I aren’t gonna sleep over here anymore since you’re against us!” she exclaimed seriously. (It’s obvious they’re teasing each other, duh.)

“OH, SEE IF I CARE!” Manon replied, her tone just serious enough to mask the playfulness in her voice.

Dani looked at Y/N before muttering, “Are you being for real?” As if she were quietly yearning for Y/N’s time, affection, and maybe… her love.

Her eyes searched for something that would reassure her that Y/N was going to stay with her—with Manon and Lara, of course.

Y/N heard the Latina’s soft voice, making her stop mid-sentence, even though she still hadn’t fully recovered from the official declaration Dani made during the live.

She then looked at her favorite member, her voice mirroring the softness Dani had given her.

“No. Of course not, Dani.”

Dani sighed contentedly.

Was she relieved because the argument wasn’t serious?

Or because Y/N would be staying with her?

Well… that’s what Y/N wondered, too.

They stared at each other for a moment before Manon hit Y/N’s back with a pillow, noticing and breaking the two girls’ longing eye contact.

“Move, bitch. We’re gonna sleep,” Manon said playfully, her statement followed by Lara’s giggle.

“Old people really need their eight hours of rest, huh?” Dani joked at Manon, as if she hadn’t just shared a deep connection with Y/N—or what Y/N thought was deep.

Manon groaned. “Oh, you three are ganging up on me. I see.” Genuine laughter then filled the room.

The two girls climbed onto Dani’s bed and made themselves comfy, Lara and Manon also did lay on Manon's bed.

“Night, girls!” Lara chimed in.

The other three greeted each other good night in return.

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The room would have been pitch black if it weren’t for the moonlight seeping through the curtains. It was quiet, except for the hum of the air conditioner and the occasional soft sighs of those already asleep.

While Manon and Lara slept comfortably on a single bed, Y/N felt like Dani's bed was a battlefield.

How could she possibly fall asleep when Dani’s arms were wrapped around her waist, the Latina’s nose nuzzled against her neck, and the curly-haired girl’s leg draped over her thighs?

It’s not like she wasn’t used to this after the times they went through, right? But she had become hyperaware of their closeness ever since Manon pointed out something she had never even considered. Thanks, Bannerman!

Y/N shifted into a couple of positions to find the most comfortable one, hoping not to wake the person beside her.

Well, to be fair, she wasn't even asleep.

"You fine there?" Dani suddenly whispered right when Y/N turned to lay on her side, facing away from Daniela.

Y/N's body jolted from the sudden voice. Her tongue got tied for a second, "A-ah- yeah, uh- I'm fine." She then turned around and lay on her back.

Dani took this chance to put her head on her member's chest. If the room wasn't too dark, Y/N's flustered cheek would be visible by now.

"Did I disturb you?"

"Nah, you're good. I just can't sleep."

"Mhm, me neither."

"..."

"You look pretty in tonight's livestream."

This made Y/N's throat tighten and go dry, as if it's her first time receiving compliments from Daniela all over again, even though it really never stops feeling like that.

"Thanks, Dani." She finally managed to reply.

Dani smiled lazily, drawing faint circles on her member's waist. "I might not show it all the time, but you're like my favorite friend in the world."

Shit, right. Friends! She likes a boy, and I'm not even a boy! We're just friends!

Y/N thought, bringing herself back to reality.

“Thank you. I appreciate that,” she managed to say quietly.

As Daniela fell asleep on Y/N’s chest, she stared at the Latina’s face. The moonlight helped her see a few of Dani’s beauty marks—adoring and admiring how perfectly they were placed. Yet, Y/N couldn't help but let her mind wander off.

Why did it affect her so much that she and Dani were only friends?

Would things be different if Y/N were a man?

These were questions she shouldn’t be asking herself about a friend.

"In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take." Were the words from her best friend echoed in Y/N’s mind that night. She couldn’t deny the truth in them.

That’s when she realized... Manon was right. Y/N really did liked Daniela, loved her even.

The Swiss woman would definitely go off celebrating because she was right… and she’d probably got her ego boosted about all her intuition shits, too.

Y/N groaned internally, knowing how messy it would be to deal with feelings that were burning slowly, especially when they involved a friend slash a co-worker.

She hated not being able to predict the future. She hated not being sure of the consequences of her own feelings.

Y/N hoped that even if she's not a boy, she would still be Daniela's favorite, but not as a friend anymore.

The chances—well, they’re 50/50.

Would she take the risk and trust the odds?

Or would she keep carrying the weight of the baggages of her feelings?

#katseye #katseye imagines #daniela #daniela avanzini #daniela avanzini imagines #katseye daniela

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coichii · 4 months ago

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princess treatment ✭

—(🎧)—> you finnaly got a day off from work & school, and Chan is taking that as his opportunity to spoil you rotten

pairing - bf!chan ♥︎ fem!reader

genre - fluff, absolute tooth rotting fluff

word count - 1.0k

warnings - suggestive (Chan & reader have sex off screen and it is shortly mentioned in aftercare form) 18+. this story was started before chans bubble message but I want to emphasize how important it is that we make sure we’re spreading love to Chan & all of Straykids right now. let’s make sure we’re keeping stayville a fun and happy place for stays and our 8 boys!

It’s around 10:00am when your eyes finally crack open to the sun peaking through your blinds.

Usually, you would never wake up this late but thankfully you finnaly have a break from work & school. It’s such a relief to take a break once in a while.

You groan, twisting & turning before reaching out for the other side of the bed. It’s cold and empty. Again?

You sigh when you realize your lovely boyfriend is absent. It’s been like this for a couple of days now. Chris being gone early in the morning is nothing new, but you can’t say you don’t selfishly miss your boyfriend.

You close your eyes, deciding to get a couple of more zzzs in. It’s not long into your very unsuccessful rest when you smell a whiff of batter hitting your nose followed by rustling coming from your kitchen.

You open your eyes again, now hearing footsteps coming down the long hallway. Maybe he didn’t leave after all.

“Hey baby.” Chris smiles as he cracks open your bedroom door, peering his head in and gesturing a plate full of food towards you. “Are you hungry?”

On the plate he’s holding, there’s pancakes, scrambled eggs, and 4 slices of bacon. The whole time you thought your boyfriend had left you, he was just cooking you breakfast in bed. Whoops.

“Awe, thank you baby!” You gasp, taking the heavy plate on of his hands and placing it on your lap.

“No problem, love.” He responds, smiling at you before placing a kiss on your cheek.

He sits on the side of your bed, smiling as he watches you munch on your pancakes. He knows that he hasn’t been around as much as he should’ve, so he’s going to do what ever it takes to make it up to you.

It’s busy work being an idol and you’re both aware of it, but Chris would rather have a daily meeting with JYP himself about him missing schedules than make you feel bad about your self.

“Hey babe, when’s the last time you went out shopping” he ask as you take a bite of bacon. You can sense the look in his eyes when he talks, so you send him a quizzical look.

“Mhm, maybe a month ago for myself. Why?” You ask, and his eyes light up immediately.

“Wanna take you out shopping, treat you special.” He says, giggling as you almost choke on your food and blush pink.

“O-oh, okay.” You stutter, finishing up the last bit of food before you get full. “I’ll get ready in a moment.”

“Perfect.”

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“Oh my gosh, it’s beautiful.” You smile, looking at the purse that Chris showed you inside an expensive store.

It truly is beautiful, and black vegan leather decked out in gems. The straps are silver chains, matching the gems across the lining.

“Yeah, it suits you don’t you think?” He places the bag in your hand, letting you feel it as his eyes sparkled at your reaction.

“I- I don’t know, this is a little expensive.” You stutter. It’s as if the bag is calling your name, but the price is damn near insane.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. You can use my card.” He winks, handing you his premium black credit card. Well damn, sometimes you forget he’s rich.

“Oh, are you sure? I don’t wanna spend too much on your card.” You rebut. You can see the furrow on Christopher’s brow start to form as he looks at you.

“Baby, I live for your happiness. If you want the purse you’re getting the purse.” He insisted, gesturing his hand towards the purse to let you know it truly is okay.

“Wow, thank you baby.” You smile, placing a kiss on his plump and pink lips.

“It’s nothing. Cmon, let’s go checkout.”

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It’s 12am, and both you and Chris are cuddling on your bed. You got to spend the entire day together. Going shopping to sight seeing to an expensive high top dinner all the way to some lovemaking deep into the night that made you forget every worry you ever had in that pretty little head.

When Chris loves you, Chris loves you. It makes you forget every worry, every insecurity, and every little thing that isn’t him.

You had just got out the shower, and the way he cared for you had you feeling like Cinderella herself.

Him washing the sweat out of your hair, gently cleaning the sacred parts of your body that only he could see, massaging the knots in your body as he whispers soft “I love you”s and presses passionate kisses to your skin. It’s like you’re suffocating in the best way.

“You take such good care of me, Channie. I love you so much.” You whisper, sleep now catching up with your body.

“I try to, you’re my princess after all.” He responds, running his hand along your head in a soothing manner. “And I’ve been busy, so you deserve it.”

“Mhm, don’t beat yourself up over it though. I know you’re busy and I still love you. You’re perfect.” You sigh, closing your eyes as you melt into his touch.

“I love you too, my baby. Don’t worry about me spoiling you, okay?” He smiles. You look all adorable to him, cuddling up so close drift further and further into dreamland.

“Mhm.” You moan, and he giggles and coos at the same time.

“Go to sleep, and I’ll be here in the morning. I’ll always be here.” He whispers the last bit to your self as you fall asleep.

Watching you sleep has always been so peaceful to him, but this time just feels extra relaxing as your soft snores fill the empty room.

You’re his princess and he’d do anything to protect you, love you, and give you everything you could ever want and need.

“I love you so much, my princess”

#stray kids #skz x reader #skz #straykids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #stray kids imagines #bang chan drabble #bang chan scenarios #bang chan fluff #bang chan x reader #bang chan imagine

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moonlightdreamzz · 4 months ago

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somewhere between yours, and his

chapter one — what we don’t talk about ☆ chapter two — half-truths and jungle juice ☆ chapter 3 — fuck!

chapter summary. jake throws a party. you throw on a dress. jungwon starts to spiral. sunghoon starts to see you. — there’s liquor. there’s smoke. there’s a room you never meant to end up in. and by the end of the night, the boy who thought he had time is realizing…he might be too late.

pairing. jungwon x reader x sunghoon.

warnings. heavy smut in this chapter. usage of drugs and alcohol.

genre. college!au, angst, fluff, slow burn, smut.

themes. love triangle, messy relationships and decisions, love or lust?

authors note. things are starting to heat up … aren’t they?

you don’t usually do all this.

the lashes. the body oil. the 360 lace frontal that took you three youtube tutorials, two edge brushes, and a silent prayer to get just right.

you’re a throw-on-some-sweats-and-hope-for-the-best kind of girl. you always smell good—doesn’t that count for something? you don’t have the time. or the energy. or the wardrobe.

but tonight? tonight feels like it needs something extra. not because of anyone in particular. not because of jake’s cousin and his face carved from god’s sharpest cheekbone.

not because of jungwon and the kiss that almost happened.

not because your heart’s been doing something weird in your chest ever since.

just… because.

you haven’t felt pretty in a while.

not cute. not passable. not “you clean up nice.”

pretty.

you look at your reflection, lip gloss in hand, lashes just a little too dramatic, edges laid with precision.

you’re not doing too much. but you’re not doing nothing, either. the dress is short. black. soft in a way that hugs without suffocating. you smell like citrus and money, even though your bank account says otherwise.

and for once, you feel like the version of yourself you only see when no one’s watching.

the music is already loud when you open the door.

low bass, party voices, and that faint smell of liquor and cologne that only happens when men are trying to impress someone.

you step out, and every single conversation in the room takes a half-second too long to resume.

jake does a double take, cereal still in his hand like he wasn’t just yelling about body shots two seconds ago.

jay’s mouth parts, eyebrows lifting like you just hit a high note no one expected.

sunoo lets out a low whistle and goes, “oh, we really partying tonight, huh?”

they’re not being weird. not creepy. just surprised. in awe. like you’ve been a background character this whole time and suddenly stepped into the spotlight.

“damn,” jake mutters, blinking.

you laugh, but it’s a little breathy.

you can feel eyes on you. not just theirs.

and then you find him.

jungwon.

he’s standing near the speakers, red cup in hand, dressed in all black like he wasn’t trying but somehow still looks so fine.

his mouth is slightly open. he blinks slow like his brain is buffering.

his eyes trail down—your face, your dress, your legs—and back up again like he doesn’t quite believe you’re real.

he doesn’t say anything.

neither does sunghoon.

he’s leaning against the wall near the kitchen, one hand in his pocket, his eyes locked on you like he’s watching something unfold.

his face doesn’t change. not much.

but you catch the twitch of his brow. the way his eyes linger a little too long. the way his jaw flexes once before he looks away—slow, deliberate.

you feel like an animal in a glass cage.

not in a sad way. just… observed. like the lights flipped on too fast and everyone forgot how to act.

you know you look good. that’s not the issue.

it’s the way they’re all looking at you like they just realized it. and maybe that’s the problem.

you shift your weight, let your hand rest on your hip. the room is too still. too charged. so you break it.

“we taking shots or what, pussies?”

jake barks out a laugh from somewhere near the speakers, and just like that, the moment snaps back into something you can manage.

“because why are y’all looking at me like i just landed here from another planet?” you say, stepping into the kitchen. “i know i dress down most of the time, but damn. do i need to start popping out more often or what?” you shoot back, already reaching for the shot glasses.

you pour with intention. one, two, three. slide them across the counter without even looking.

you don’t ask if they want them. you know they do.

“this one’s for you,” jake says, clapping sunghoon on the back. “welcome to… whatever this is.”

“whatever this is” being your house, your energy, your people. your life.

everyone cheers. the shot burns in a good way. you’re about to rinse the cups when jay’s voice cuts through the music.

“yo,” he says, looking at you funny. “i was just thinking…”

you raise an eyebrow. “that’s dangerous.”

“nah, for real,” he says. “if we’re trying to convince sunghoon we’re not lame, shouldn’t you make that drink?”

you blink at him.

“what drink.”

“you know the one,” sunoo chimes in. “the one that had us spiritually ascending at that one pregame.”

you pause. laugh under your breath.

you think about that night—sunoo crying over a bluetooth speaker, jake laying on the floor like the universe betrayed him, jay talking to the bathroom mirror like it was a therapist.

you smile. “y’all are lucky i love you.”

they start hooting like they’ve already won.

“i’ll make it,” you say, pulling bottles down one by one, “but only for us. i’m not playing bartender for this whole house again.”

as you start mixing, you feel someone move in behind you—close, but not too close. the energy shifts.

“you want help?” sunghoon’s voice is quiet. smooth.

you don’t turn around right away. you know it’s him.

“you trying to help, or you trying to hover?” you ask.

“can’t it be both?”

you finally glance back. he’s leaning against the counter, one hand in his pocket, the other gesturing to the bottles like he’s about to start something with it. his hoodie sleeves are pushed up just enough to show his forearms, veins catching in the light. his face is unreadable—but his eyes aren’t.

he looks at you like he’s already decided you’re interesting. you haven’t even started talking yet.

you’re about to respond when jake pops up again, clapping once like he just remembered something.

“fuck. we never rolled up.”

“bro, you always say that,” jay groans.

“no, for real—sunoo, jungwon, come help me. it’ll be faster.”

“how?” sunoo says. “you just want company.”

“nah, i need hands. come on.”

jungwon hesitates. you feel it more than you see it. you don’t turn. but you know he’s watching. you can feel his eyes burning into the back of your neck like a warning.

you don’t move. neither does sunghoon.

and when jake starts dragging them down the hall, jungwon doesn’t fight it. he follows. slow. quiet. glancing back once like maybe he missed something.

but the thing is—you’re still right here.

and sunghoon hasn’t moved at all.

jungwon doesn’t mean to look back.

he tells himself he’s just making sure no one forgot anything. that he’s being polite. aware. something logical.

but he looks anyway.

and there you are—your back to him, pouring something into a cup, laughing softly at whatever sunghoon just said. your hand grazes the counter. sunghoon’s leans just a little closer.

it’s nothing.

it’s not even a moment.

but it feels like one.

he doesn’t hear whatever jake’s saying about rolling techniques or blunt wraps. his chest is full of static. too loud, too tight. like something important is happening and he’s not supposed to be part of it.

he doesn’t think anything specific. there are no words. just heat. just pressure. just this awful, heavy feeling that you’re slipping further away.

“so what’s in this drink?” sunghoon asks, standing just close enough for you to feel the question against your shoulder.

you don’t look up. just smirk and drop a handful of fruit into the pitcher.

“can’t tell you that,” you say. “i’d have to kill you.”

he huffs a little laugh through his nose—just enough to surprise you.

you glance over and see the way his mouth curls, eyes lit up more than you expect from someone with a face that cold.

cute laugh.

noted.

weird thought.

ignore it.

you keep pouring, handing him the ice tray without asking.

“help me out,” you say. “just dump a few cubes into the mixer.”

“okay. show me how you do it so i can steal the recipe later.”

“you won’t get far,” you say, tipping the bottle with one hand, catching the rhythm like it’s second nature. “this isn’t a recipe. it’s intuition.”

“oh. you’re one of those.”

“one of what?”

he shrugs, sliding the ice into the cup without dropping a single piece.

“vibe mixers. no measuring. no notes.”

“exactly,” you say. “just vibes and chaos.”

he chuckles again. quiet, low. it’s not flirty yet. but it’s getting there.

“you a senior?” he asks, resting his elbows on the counter like he’s been here before. like he’s comfortable. like he’s not just visiting.

“junior,” you say. “we all are.”

“what’s your major?”

“psych.”

he raises an eyebrow. “oh. okay, so what am i thinking right now?”

you squint at him. “that was weak. be more original.”

“nah, i’m serious,” he says, fighting a grin. “i’m opening up. this is me being vulnerable.”

you fake-think for a second, stirring the mix.

“you’re thinking, ‘i didn’t expect her to be this cool.’”

he laughs—real this time.

“that’s crazy.”

“what?”

“that you’re right.”

you blink once. look away.

okay.

maybe a little flirty.

you pass him a spoon to taste the mix.

“go ahead. make sure it doesn’t kill you.”

he sips, then licks his bottom lip slow. nods.

“nah, you might actually be dangerous.”

you smile, but don’t give it too much.

“what about you?”

“engineering major,” he says. “i was at big college in seoul. transferred to ucla when we moved.”

“engineering. wow.” you lift an eyebrow. “you do have that mysterious ‘i fix things and then disappear’ energy.”

“i fix things and then disappear?”

“yup.”

he laughs again, quieter now. the kind of laugh that makes your chest feel a little too soft.

you look down at the counter. this is fine. it’s just a good conversation.

“how’d you end up living with them?” he asks, tipping his cup at the hallway where jake and the rest disappeared.

“me and jake took intro to psych together freshman year,” you say, grabbing another bottle without thinking. “he would’ve failed if i didn’t carry the group project.”

“sounds about right.”

“he owes me his life. so naturally we’ve been best friends ever since.”

you shake the drink. he watches your hands.

“after that, i met the rest of them through him. dorm life was getting too loud, too tight, too many people i don’t like sharing showers with. so we all got this house together junior year. and here i am. house princess or whatever.”

he nods like he really listened to all of that. like he’s still listening.

you slide him a glass. “don’t tell anyone what’s in this.”

“wouldn’t dream of it,” he says. “you gonna make me one every weekend?”

you pause like you’re thinking.

“depends.”

“on what?”

“if you keep being cool.”

he grins.

“i’m always cool.”

you finally look at him again.

he’s close now. not uncomfortably. just… naturally. like he never stepped back.

you feel warm. part alcohol. part something else.

he takes another sip, eyes still on you over the rim of his glass.

“you smoke?”

you scoff, dramatic. “do i smoke?”

you toss the towel on the counter, hand on your hip. “i taught everybody in this house how to roll.”

he smiles like that’s the exact answer he was hoping for. “yeah?”

“ask jake. he was struggling with even crumbling the paper until i saved his life. wasting weed all over the place for no reason.”

“so you’re useful,” he nods, like he’s making a mental note. “i like that.”

you roll your eyes. “you’re lucky i’m in a good mood.”

he raises his hands in mock surrender. “i’m just here to learn.”

you pour the last of the mix into a pitcher and lean back against the counter, arms crossed, your vibe relaxing with the buzz that’s finally hitting.

you study him for a second.

“are you even the party type?” you ask. “you’re jake’s cousin, so i assume it runs in the family, but…”

you tilt your head. “you also give introvert.”

he shrugs, sipping slow. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“i don’t know,” you say. “you just… you don’t move like someone who needs attention. you kind of stand in the corner and wait for people to come to you.”

he doesn’t respond right away. just watches you, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“so which is it?” you ask. “are you lying to me, or am i lying to myself, sunghoon?”

you say his name soft—almost out of habit. not performative, not on purpose.

but he hears it. and you feel it.

his eyes flicker. slow.

“say that again?” he says.

you blink. “what?”

“my name.”

you lift an eyebrow. “sunghoon.”

he exhales like he just got something he wanted but didn’t ask for out loud.

“yeah,” he says. “i like how that sounds coming from you.”

you try not to react. try not to smile.

fail.

you look down at the counter, then back at him. you catch yourself staring.

he’s talking again—something about the mix, the drink, the party—but it’s all background noise now. his voice feels too smooth, too steady. your head’s already a little light. your body a little too warm.

you blink, shift your weight. “what am i doing?”

you don’t say it out loud. just think it, hard, like maybe the force of the thought will reset you.

but it doesn’t.

because you like the way he talks. you like the way he’s looking at you like you’re not just another pretty girl in a party dress. you like the fact that he hasn’t once looked away from you, not even when you did.

and maybe that’s the part that’s messing with you.

just as you open your mouth—maybe to change the subject, maybe to say something dumb—footsteps echo down the hall.

they’re back.

the door swings open. jake first, followed by jae, sunoo, and then—

jungwon.

he doesn’t look mad. doesn’t look jealous.

he just looks.

like he’s trying to take in the scene and not let it show on his face.

“we got ‘em,” jake announces, holding up the plastic bag like a trophy. “three perfect rolls.”

you push yourself off the counter. “let’s not light up yet.”

“what?” sunoo asks.

“we’re already halfway to plastered,” you say. “if we smoke now, none of us are gonna make it to the second hour of this party.”

jake frowns, but nods. “alright. we’ll save it.”

and then—knock knock knock.

everyone freezes for a second.

“doors unlocked!” jake calls, already heading that way.

you don’t move.

you don’t have to.

you already know.

she walks in like she’s been here before. because she has.

jungwon’s ex—not official, but close enough.

pretty. tall. confident in that way girls get when they think the room already wants them.

your stomach turns, tight and sharp.

she spots him immediately. smiles too big. too comfortable.

he gives her a quick hug. a small laugh. you know that laugh.

sunghoon’s still next to you.

he doesn’t say anything.

but you feel his eyes flick toward you. then toward her. then back to you again.

he’s putting it together.

and for once, you’re not quick with a comeback.

you’re just standing there. breathing quiet.

you hate this part of yourself—the one that still reacts.

you’re not with him. you never were.

but the ache still shows up anyway.

the house is hot now.

not just warm—hot.

the kind of heat that comes from too many bodies, too much liquor, and music shaking the walls like it’s trying to break them.

you can’t remember when it got this packed, but someone turned off the living room lights and now it’s just pink LED glow and flashlight phone cams catching angles. there’s glitter on the floor. a bottle in everyone’s hand. sunoo’s standing on the coffee table screaming lyrics, and jake’s somewhere in the kitchen making more jungle juice with a funnel and a prayer.

you’re laughing too much. your cheeks hurt. your legs feel loose. the drink in your cup is sweet and evil and exactly what you needed.

sunghoon’s been floating in and out of your space. not clingy—just… aware.

you like that. you feel him watching, but not in a possessive way. just curious. like he’s still trying to figure out what to do with the fact that he likes being around you.

like maybe you weren’t what he expected either.

but you don’t think too hard about it.

not yet.

you’re mid-sip when you spot her again.

jungwon’s ex. or kind-of-ex. or whatever she’s pretending not to be.

she’s in the corner of the room, leaned up against the speaker, close—too close—to him.

you don’t even know when it happened, but she’s been inching her way back into his gravity all night. you keep your face neutral. sip slow.

jungwon’s not touching her. not really looking at her either. but she’s laughing too loud at nothing he’s saying, reaching for his hand when the beat drops, pressing her shoulder into his arm like muscle memory.

your throat burns as you swallow.

jungwon’s head feels like cotton. too much noise, too many people. too much you.

he’s not drunk enough to act stupid. but drunk enough to feel everything a little louder than usual. loud enough to know that watching you smile at sunghoon across the room is killing him. loud enough to know he can’t keep doing this.

she’s been trying him all night.

his ex.

you think he doesn’t notice how you look every time she talks to him. how your eyes go blank. how you laugh louder at whatever someone else says like you’re not trying to feel it.

but he sees it. and he hates himself for letting it go on this long.

“you good?” she asks, leaning into him like old habits.

he shrugs her off—gentle, quiet. doesn’t want to cause a scene.

“just tired,” he says. it’s not a lie. not the full truth either.

she pouts. “you sure?”

he looks over her head.

across the room.

at you.

you’re laughing at something sunghoon said. your face tilted up, drink in your hand, shoulders relaxed like you belong exactly where you are.

and maybe you do.

still—he looks down.

because he can’t stand how that makes him feel.

“yeah,” he says again, stepping away. “i’m good.”

she doesn’t follow.

he disappears down the hall.

the bathroom smells like mint mouthwash, weed, and cheap cologne. jungwon’s sitting on the edge of the tub, head in his hands. he’s not crying—he doesn’t do that—but his thoughts feel like they’re about to spill over.

jay leans against the sink, taking a slow sip from a water bottle you’re supposed to pretend doesn’t have vodka in it.

“bro,” jay says, pointing at him like he’s about to deliver a sermon. “no, actually—bro.”

jungwon lifts his head, eyes glazed.

“you are down bad.”

“i’m not.”

jay squints at him. “okay. okay. so explain to me why you’ve been staring at her all night like your soul left your body.”

he doesn’t answer. he runs a hand down his face.

“and then,” jay continues, stumbling just a little but catching himself, “then—you let that girl touch your arm? like that wasn’t gonna piss her off?”

“i didn’t let her do anything.”

jay stares at him for a second. then shakes his head. “you know what your problem is?”

“you?”

“you’re scared,” jay says, ignoring that completely. “you’re scared she’s gonna choose someone else before you even give her a chance to choose you.”

jungwon blinks. jaw tight.

“you think she’s gonna wait forever?” jay’s voice gets lower. not mean. just real. “she’s not.”

“i know,” jungwon mumbles.

jay leans in, his tone suddenly serious through all the liquor.

“look. i love you, okay? but you need to stop being scared and put your big boy drawls on.”

“wow.”

“no, for real,” jay slurs. “you love her, right?”

silence.

“you love her.”

“yeah,” jungwon says, so quiet he barely hears himself. this is the problem isn’t it? that he still can’t say it out loud? even to his best friend who wasn’t asking to inquire—but instead as a matter of fact.

“then go tell her,” jay says. “go tell her and stop being pussy. go get your girl. make tonight the night.”

he slaps jungwon’s knee and stands up like he just saved a life.

“fix your hoodie. put on some cologne. and when she comes in that room—because she will—you don’t hesitate. alright?”

jungwon nods, breath shaky.

jay’s halfway out the door when he turns around again.

“and if you don’t—i’m slapping the shit out of you tomorrow.”

then he’s gone.

jungwon sits there for another beat.

then stands.

goes to his room.

fixes the sheets.

sprays his cologne.

sits on the edge of the bed and waits.

you’ll come.

you always do.

you don’t even remember how you ended up here.

one minute you were in the middle of the crowd, someone’s phone flashlight spinning above your head, a bottle in your hand, laughter in your mouth—

and now…

you’re here.

back room. door halfway closed. music muffled behind the walls.

it’s dark but cozy, still warm from the people that were just in here.

and it’s just you. and him.

sunghoon sits across from you on the futon, blunt lit, fingers careful. he holds it out without saying anything.

you take it. the first hit burns, but in a good way. like it’s stretching your chest out. like it’s slowing everything down just enough for your head to feel quiet again.

you pass it back.

he takes a hit, leans back, exhales slow.

for a while, no one talks.

then—

“you’re quieter now,” he says.

you smile a little. “i’m high.”

“still,” he says. “different vibe.”

you shrug. “people wear different versions of themselves in different rooms.”

he looks at you for a second, like he’s reading that sentence over twice.

then: “so which version is this?”

you blink. exhale.

“the one that’s tired of overthinking everything.”

he nods. takes another hit.

“you don’t strike me as the reckless type,” he says. “but you also don’t seem like you’re playing it safe.”

you tilt your head. “what makes you say that?”

he shrugs. “just a guess.”

you reach for the blunt again and his fingers brush yours. your breath catches.

you hit. exhale. “are you usually like this?”

“like what?”

“you ask a lot of questions.”

“i like figuring people out.”

“and you think you’ve figured me out already?”

he smiles. slow. “not yet. but i’m getting there.”

you lean back, head tipped against the wall.

the buzz is thick now. warm. your body feels like velvet.

“you ever fall for the wrong person?” you ask suddenly.

sunghoon doesn’t flinch.

“i’ve fallen for people who didn’t know what to do with me,” he says. “not sure if that makes them wrong. just… scared.”

you look down at your lap. your fingers. your cup.

he watches you, quiet for a beat.

“whoever he is,” he says suddenly, voice low, “i hope he figures it out before someone else does.”

you glance up. he’s not smiling—just looking at you. eyes steady. clear. a little too much.

you don’t answer. you just pass him the blunt.

he takes it. holds it between his fingers.

“you want to know what i think?” he asks, thumb brushing ash from the edge.

you say nothing.

“i think you don’t see yourself the way you should. you don’t know your power,” he utters. there’s something…seductive in his tone. honey-like. “

you look at him.

feel something shift.

he leans in, not fast. not loud. just close enough.

“but i see you,” he says.

it’s hard for you to find words. maybe because there’s a part of you that knows if he says one more sweet thing, you’ll lose control. or maybe it’s because you want him to.

“and what do you see?”

“the reason i’m not going back to cali anytime soon.” he whispers.

and then you kiss him.

and he kisses you back.

his mouth is soft. softer than you expected. warmer, too.

he kisses you like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you. slow. focused. not careful—but not rough either. just… present. all the way there.

like he’s not thinking about anything else but the feel of your lips and the way your breath catches when he tilts his head and kisses you deeper.

your hand finds his neck. his fingers slip under your thigh.

he doesn’t rush it.

he touches like someone who’s done this before—but wants this to feel different. like he’s trying not to ruin the moment by needing too much too fast.

but you want more.

you pull him closer without meaning to.

he groans—barely audible—but you feel it in his chest.

you’re on his lap now, knees on either side of him, dress hiking up as you shift.

his hands land on your hips, grounding you.

then sliding up, slow, until his thumbs press into the dip of your waist.

he pulls back just enough to look at you. your lips are parted. your eyes a little dazed.

you don’t say anything.

you just kiss him again.

this time it’s messier. hungrier.

your hands are in his hair. his mouth is at your jaw, your neck, his breath hot against your skin. you feel everything.

every inhale. every exhale. every time his lips find a new spot and stay there too long. you feel his fingers on your thighs—tight, then gentle, then tight again.

he’s asking without asking, and you’re answering without words.

you reach for the hem of your dress. he stills your hands.

“you sure?” he asks, voice low.

you nod.

he searches your face like he needs to be absolutely certain.

then: “say it.”

your voice is quiet. “i want you.”

his jaw clenches.

he kisses you again—harder this time.

everything happens in pieces. fast and slow all at once.

your dress comes off. his hoodie hits the floor.

his hands are everywhere—your waist, your chest, the back of your neck, the inside of your thighs.

his mouth trails heat down your collarbone, across your stomach, back up again like he’s trying to burn the memory of you into every inch.

you tug at his waistband. he breathes out something between a curse and your name.

there’s fumbling. laughing. sighs that sound like relief.

he stretches you open with his fingers first—gentle, watching your face the whole time.

“relax for me,” he whispers, lips brushing your jaw. “you can take it.”

you whimper. he kisses your cheek.

“you’re doing so good, baby. just like that.”

and when he finally pushes in—

you gasp.

it’s not just the stretch. it’s the feeling. the weight of it. the heat. the way he holds your hips like he’s trying not to lose himself too fast. the way he leans close, nose brushing yours, breath shaky.

“fuck—” he exhales. “you feel so fucking good.”

you tighten around him. he swears under his breath.

“you okay?”

you nod, barely able to form the word.

“good,” he says, voice dropping. “keep lookin’ at me.”

you move together. slow, then faster.

you’re moaning into his skin. his hands gripping the backs of your thighs, your ass, your waist—like he needs to touch all of you at once.

he pulls back, just enough to see your face. your mouth open, eyes fluttering.

“this what you needed, huh?” he murmurs, breath hitting your lips. “you needed someone to show you.”

you can’t even answer. he knows it.

“so fucking pretty like this,” he whispers, thumb brushing your cheek. “you feel everything, don’t you?”

you nod. desperate. breathless.

he leans in, lips brushing your ear.

“yeah, baby. let me feel it.”

you’ve never done this before.

not like this.

not while high. not while drunk.

not while still trying to pretend it wasn’t going to happen.

but now it is.

now it is.

his pace stutters when you clench. when you whisper his name without meaning to.

“again,” he says, voice strained. “say it again.”

you do.

he says something into your shoulder—something you don’t catch—but whatever it is, you feel it.

the room is spinning.

the air is thick.

your body is loud.

and when it’s over, you’re both quiet.

breathing hard.

skin hot.

foreheads touching.

you don’t say anything.

neither does he.

and maybe that’s okay—for now

it’s 1:48 a.m.

jungwon checks his phone again, even though no one’s texted him. he’s been staring at the screen like it might buzz if he wills it hard enough.

it doesn’t.

he gets up, paces. smooths the sheets on his bed for the third time. they still smell like his cologne.

he still thinks you’re going to walk in and lay down like always. still thinks he’s going to hear your soft knock, that sleepy voice—“you up?”

he sits back down.

at 2:12 a.m he gets up again. walks into the hall. the music’s died down now—half the party’s gone, the rest are draped over furniture or passed out in random corners.

he finds jake in the kitchen, talking too loud to some girl he barely remembers inviting.

“have you seen—” jungwon starts.

“huh?”

“have you seen her?”

he doesn’t say your name. he doesn’t have to.

jake blinks, drunk. “nah, bro. i thought she went to bed already. wait—did we ever smoke those blunts?”

“okay,” jungwon mutters, already walking away. “you’re useless.”

he makes his way to your room and pauses at the door. doesn’t want to open it.

his hand is hovering over the knob like maybe it’ll open on its own. like maybe you’re in there and this is all a misunderstanding. you’ve just been asleep. just drunk. just tired.

but deep down—he knows.

and when he opens it and sees the empty bed, the stillness, the untouched hoodie on your chair—

something inside him buckles.

he closes the door slow.

walks back to his room like the hallway grew longer.

the second he sits down, his mind starts spinning.

she’s not in her room. she’s not in the hallway. she’s not at the party.

and then—

sunghoon’s not either.

he feels it in his chest. a slow, ugly bloom.

you’re not just missing. you’re together.

he stares at the floor. tries to blink the thought away.

no.

but it keeps coming back, sharper every time.

he remembers the way sunghoon looked at you earlier. like he already made up his mind. remembers how close you stood. the way you laughed, all soft and private.

he runs a hand through his hair—shaky. jaw tight. throat dry.

did they?

he hates himself for even thinking it.

but once the question forms, he can’t push it back down.

did they fuck?

he shuts his eyes. squeezes them tight.

it’s 3 a.m.

you’re still not back. you always come back.

you always knock on his door, even if the day was weird, even if you were mad, even if you didn’t say much when you crawled into his bed.

you always come back.

he stares at the ceiling. the light’s still on. his chest feels like it’s been hollowed out. and what hurts the most isn’t even that you might’ve chosen someone else.

it’s that he let you feel like he didn’t want you.

he left too many blanks for someone else to fill in.

and now?

someone else might have.

he turns on his side, pulls the blanket over his face, but the pictures in his head won’t stop playing.

you.

sunghoon.

your mouth.

his hands.

he wants to scream. wants to punch something. wants to call you, pull you back, beg you to forget whatever just happened. tell you it’s not too late. tell you he’s sorry for being scared. for being quiet. for acting like he didn’t care when all he ever did was love you so hard it scared the shit out of him.

but it’s too late for all of that now.

it’s 3 :48 a.m.

he’s still awake. you’re still gone.

and he doesn’t know if this time… you’re coming back.

he’s halfway to sleep.

face pressed into the pillow, body stiff under the covers he never pulled back. the room smells like you—but not enough. just a trace.

he should be asleep by now.

but he isn’t.

and then—

giggling.

soft at first. then louder. laughter tangled in whispers.

your voice.

his voice.

a thud against the wall.

“ow—shhh! you’re being so loud—”

more giggling.

another thump.

jungwon freezes. his chest goes tight. stomach flips so hard it feels like falling. he doesn’t move. just listens. eyes wide open in the dark.

outside the door—sunghoon.

“which room is yours?” he asks, half-whisper, half-laugh.

your voice again. warm. easy. happy. “this one—wait—stop hitting my head against stuff!”

“i’m trying,” he laughs. “you’re the one who wanted to be carried like a princess.”

“i didn’t ask for that!”

“yes you did.”

jungwon turns his face into the pillow. he doesn’t cry. he doesn’t move. but something splits open inside him. the sound of your laughter—soft and slurred and completely not his—echoes like a taunt.

he thought he had time.

he thought you’d always come back.

but you didn’t.

sunghoon kicks the door closed with his foot, still holding you against his chest.

“jesus,” he mutters, half-grinning. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

you’re already laughing, head lolling on his shoulder. “you’re bad at walking.”

“no, you’re bad at being light.”

you swat his chest. “don’t be rude to your passenger.”

he drops you on the bed—gently. carefully. your bra strap’s half off. your thigh’s still cold from where his hand was.

he looks around, then down at you. “i’m not gonna stay.”

you blink. “why not?”

he rubs the back of his neck, tone softening. “not yet.”

you stare. “not yet?”

“yeah.” he shrugs, still smiling. “we’re both drunk. it doesn’t count.”

you let out a breathy laugh, almost disbelieving. “so… what we just did didn’t count?”

“i’m saying…” he starts, then smirks. “contrary to popular belief, i am a noble man.”

you roll your eyes. “that wasn’t very noble what you just did to me.”

he bites back a grin. “or maybe it was.”

you throw a pillow at him.

he catches it.

then lays down next to you—not under the covers, just close, warm, still high off your laugh.

“i’ll stay till you fall asleep,” he says.

your eyes close.

he was supposed to leave the minute he knew you were asleep—and you’d think your little snores would have been his que. but for awhile, he sat there and watched you. wondering. feeling. he can’t help but to press a soft kiss to the side of your head before getting up.

sunghoon pulls your door shut behind him. quiet. careful.

he’s still buzzing. not just from the liquor, not just from the high—but from you. your laugh. your eyes. the way you said his name like it meant something.

he turns to head back down the hall—and almost runs straight into jake.

“you good?” jake grins, swaying slightly. there’s a red cup in his hand and a backwards cap barely clinging to his curls. “you look like you saw heaven.”

sunghoon smirks. “felt like it.”

“so?” jake wiggles his eyebrows. “mission complete?”

sunghoon laughs under his breath, shaking his head. “not what you think.”

“bro, don’t even lie. i saw y’all. the tension? that was cinematic.”

sunghoon leans against the wall, arms crossed. he exhales through his nose, smile still hanging on his face. “it’s not just that, though.”

jake’s grin softens into something more curious. “what do you mean?”

sunghoon pauses. lets the words sit for a second.

then shrugs. “i like her.”

“yeah?” jake tips his cup at him. “i mean… i kinda figured.”

sunghoon glances down the hall. “she’s different. cool as hell. smart. funny. and when she looks at you, it’s like…” he trails off, then chuckles. “i don’t know. you feel it.”

jake nods, a little quieter now. “you really like her?”

“yeah.” sunghoon’s voice is even. real. “i wasn’t planning on it, but… i think i may be here longer than the weekend.”

he says it so simply. so confidently. like he’s already decided.

jake grins again, a little drunker now. “look at you. falling for a girl on day one.”

sunghoon just shakes his head, smiling to himself. “you said be honest, right?”

“yeah, yeah. and i said i’d wingman. so just say the word.”

neither of them notice the door cracked open at the end of the hall.

jungwon’s standing there.

frozen.

he hears everything.

and suddenly the whole night clicks into place.

the missing glances. the sudden distractions. the way jake dragged him away from the kitchen for no reason.

he helped him.

jake—his boy, his roommate, his clueless ass best friend—helped sunghoon move in on the one girl he’s been in love with this whole time.

and jake didn’t even know.

jungwon doesn’t move. doesn’t breathe.

he closes the door slow. soft.

and this time, the ache in his chest is something he can’t swallow down.

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FEELS LIKE SUMMER — l.sh, p.js, s.jy, p.sh

Meant to be a peaceful summer day somehow leads to an eventful afternoon

「 pairing 」 enhypen!hyung line x fem!reader

genre: smut minors do not interact, summer au, p with not a single ounce of plot, gangbang

content warnings, hyung line are very horny, all of them (besides jake) are mean, profanity, magically they are the only people at the beach, so unrealistic, fivesome, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap the willies), so much cum, creampies, p in v, degradation, praising, multiple rounds, overstimulation, throat fucking, pussy slapping, agoraphilia, dumbification, squirting, slight manhandling, cum eating, dom!enhypen hyung line, oral (m+f rec.), petnames (good girl, angel) — wc: 7.1k

Three out of the four yelled in the car in pure excitement, the ocean smell filling the car through the open windows as the breeze swept through their sweaty bodies. Their music blaring as they past through, none of them caring for the looks thrown their way from their ruckus.

“I’ve been waiting all year this, it’s finally summer!” Jake yelled as he slapped his knees repeatedly in anticipation, “How much longer till we get there Hee?” He asked the one driving, who took a look to the GPS

“10 more minutes till we’re experiencing paradise beach boys”

This beach was said to be one of the most beautiful beaches in the costal area that barely anyone came to. It was too far out for most so no one never really bothered going with the exception of a few but in their minds it was jokes on the people who missed out on this beach.

The friend group was more than ready to do the long drive just to experience the wonders of the beach for themselves, desperate to make the most out of their summer.

“Can’t wait to get wet” Sunghoon murmured under his breath, feeling the sweat trickling off his body but Jake shoved him with a disgusted face, “Not like that you nasty freak” Sunghoon spat when he realized how Jake interpreted his words

Jake broke out into a fit of giggles before shifting to the middle seat, squeezing his arms in the middle compartment between the driver and passenger seat. “Jay! I can’t believe you’re sleeping through this awesome trip to the beach. Wake up!” Jake forcefully woke his said friend up from his slumber

“Shut up Jake” Was all Jay said not even opening his eyes as he nestled his head deeper into the head rest

“Don’t stress over it too much Jake. Jay needs his beauty sleep in order to drive back”

Jay teared his eyes opened and whipped his head, staring at Heeseung in disbelief “When did we ever establish that I was making the drive back?” Jay asked and Heeseung cheekily smiled

“Uh about 5 seconds ago”

Heeseung noticed in the mirror how Jay almost launched himself at him and he held out a finger and shook it, letting out an ‘Uh uh’. “Can’t hit me I’m the driver” Jay huffed at his friend’s response, rolling his eyes as he folded his arms in annoyance

“I’m gonna take you down the moment we get to the beach Hee”

Heeseung jokingly shivered in fear but laughed out loud hearing how Jake and Sunghoon erupted in a loud laughter.

“You guys are so annoying” Jay frowned and Sunghoon who sat behind him in the back seat snuck his hand and poked Jay’s cheek causing him jerk away and attempt to grab Sunghoon’s hand

Sunghoon laughed as Jay turned around to glare at him. “I’ll take you down too Sunghoon”

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try” Sunghoon raised his eyebrow, instigating his friend but they were interrupted when the car was parked

“And we’re here!” Heeseung announced and Jake was the first one to shoot out of the car and run towards the beach with a scream

The beach was in fact very true to its reputation, not seeing a single soul there other than them and he was in awe by how beautiful the beach was.

The sand felt like fresh soft snow, the clear water allowing to see the ocean floor. This beach was utterly perfect, Jake felt an arm around his shoulder and he looked to see Heeseung who closed his eyes and sharply inhaled.

“Now it feels like summer”

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

Jay stayed true to his words as he was quick to grab Heeseung once they all settled down and attempt to drag him into the water.

“Let go of me!” Heeseung tried to peel his friend off of him as they got closer to the water, “You also wanted to get Sunghoon! Get him and spare me, I’ll even help you!”

Jay stopped hearing at the sudden offer of help to take down the said other friend instead and he let go of Heeseung to show a sign of truce.

Heeseung sighed in relief seeing that he was spared as he followed in suit after Jay who was already marching back to the poor blanket they established for themselves where the other two friends were settled down at.

The summer sun blared against them and Sunghoon who was minding his own business talking to Jake took notice of his two friends looking at him with an unreadable expression.

“What?” He asked and before he knew it, his two friends grabbed him by the arms and attempted to drag him to the water, “What the fuck?!” Sunghoon thrashed in their hold to break free

“Jake help us! You know he’s stronger than all of us” Heeseung called out to the last friend who immediately jumped in and pushed Sunghoon with his shoulder closer to the water

And right when Sunghoon was able to manage free one of his arms from their hold, he was pushed harshly into the freezing cold sea. He landed face first and gasped loudly as he jumped up, covering his face with his hands as he panted for air.

“Thought you said you couldn’t wait to get wet Hoon” Jake teased with the previous words said in the car and Sunghoon shot a sharp glare to his friends who were laughing loudly seeing his soaked state

“You three are so done for” Sunghoon announced before taking big strides out of the water to chase after his already running friends

They were in their own world, oblivious to you, the only other person on the beach who arrived not too long after them. You frowned, ripping off your earbuds as you rested yourself up on your elbows hearing the loud ruckus on the beach.

This was supposed to be a hidden peaceful beach, so why were you hearing not one, not two, not even three but four guys screaming on the top of their lungs.

When you caught sight of the four guys on the beach, you grimaced to yourself realizing they were just like you, just trying to enjoy the summer day on the beautiful beach.

You dragged down your sunglasses to the bridge of your nose to properly get a look at them and your breath slightly hitched seeing them in their little establishment of a blanket that held all of their belongings.

Sunghoon pulled his damped shirt off and twisted it to get the water drained out of it, seeing how the stream of water fell from his favorite shirt made him frown deeply.

“Cheer up Sunghoon, it’ll dry up in the most natural way” Heeseung patted his bare back before pointing into the sky, “By the sun” Sunghoon swatted his friend’s hand away making him chuckle before giving a few more extra pats just to spite Sunghoon

As the rest of his friend were following in suit of removing their shirts, Sunghoon looked around the beach, his eyes squinting from the sun’s glare before stopping on you, he didn’t notice there was someone else besides them.

He froze up, noticing your piercing gaze on them from the opening of your sunglasses that rested midway on your nose bridge.

“Hey” He called out to garner his friend’s attention and Jake who already took of his shirt and threw it down next to Sunghoon’s was the first to react to his friend’s calling

He noticed how Sunghoon was looking off to the distance so his eyes trailed the line of sight and he finally noticed you. Jake immediately slapped Jay’s body in a haste before he could even take off his shirt and the boy was going to curse at his friend before noticing something or more like someone had Jake’s full undivided attention.

He looked to where his two friend were staring at as he saw your held up self by your elbows, your fingers holding your sunglasses down just enough to fully see them.

“What are you guys so quiet?” Heeseung laughed, not paying attention to what was happening and when he finally did

He turned his gaze from his frozen friends to you, the one that made them all suddenly speechless.

There was no denying the fact that you were beautiful. Your skin glistened from combination of sunblock, lotion and sweat as your eyes never once left them. Your eyes hoping from each of them as you drunk in their undeniable strong appearance.

Today must’ve been your lucky day, you were blessed with four conveniently attractive guys on the beach on the hot summer day.

You smirked before bringing your sunglasses up and laying back down on your back to continue allowing the sun to drown your skin.

When you finally looked away, the guys were finally able to breathe as they all turned to each other with shaky eyes. They didn’t know what, let alone why, they were feeling like this but there was one thing they all collectively felt and it throbbed right in between their legs.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

“Go long” Jay shouted to Jake who ran through the sand, arms out to catch the football thrown to him

It’s been a few hours since they’ve arrived at the beach (and since they realized your presence). You respectfully kept your distance and they did the same, worried what would happen if the 5 of you got close enough.

Jake thought he would be able to catch the football but instead it slipped through his hands and fled past him only to land right next to you. Great.

You heard the thud next to you and you peered over your shoulder to spot the football that landed almost perfectly next to you. You turned to the side seeing how Jake was mumbling to himself before lightly jogging over to you with a hand up and a tight smile.

You fully turned around and sat up, grabbing the football next to you waiting until he arrived in front of you. Jake slowed down his pace, gulping down a pant that he excused to be from jogging and nothing else.

“Sorry about that, it slipped through my fingers” The guy in front of you rubbed his nape awkwardly, looking everywhere but at you

You frowned lightly before tilting your head, fully removing your sunglasses. Jake finally noticed you and he let out an audible gasp, seeing your face up close without your sunglasses blocking your face.

As weird as it sounded in his head, you had the most perfect pair of eyes he’s ever see. His eyes that stayed on your face, now lingered down your body. He threw himself into a daze as he unconsciously licked his lips as he tried to burn the sight of you into his eyes.

He realized he must’ve been staring when he hadn’t said anything and the football was still in your hand, he embarrassingly pulled his gaze back to your eyes.

You looked up to his standing figure and slightly smirked seeing the faint reddening in his ear as you realized where his lingering eyes were. You shook the football in your hand, “Make sure to catch it next time” Hearing your voice for the first time made his heart pound uncomfortably against his chest

Everything about you was perfect. He gulped, knowing if he opened his mouth he would ruin the moment. Sticking to only nodding his head and grabbing the football from you as you gave him a sweet sickening smirk, a glint in you that he caught before you placed your sunglasses back on.

You laid back down on your front with ease, your boobs slotting into the holes in the sand you made to fit them perfectly.

Jake began to walk away, trying to get his mind off of you but it was impossible, not after seeing you so up to close even hearing your voice before any of the others.

You made his mind too fuzzy to think properly that he spontaneously turned his heel and walked back towards you, calling out to get your attention.

You raised your head up again and he could feel your questioning gaze through your glasses towards him but he pushed past that as he held the football out to you.

“Wanna come play with us?”

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

Now what Jake meant by if you wanted to play with them consisted of you throwing the football back and forth every now and then but mainly for you to just hang around and talk with them.

He didn’t expect to have you sucking the life out of him, his head thrown back as he held back whines by how easily you took all of him in your mouth. Jay who you were sitting in between of his legs had your swimsuit bottoms pushed to the side as his fingers were buried deep inside your dripping wet core.

Heeseung and Sunghoon huddle over you, silently watching the scene before them. It was something straight of a porn video but instead it being through a video, it was happening in real life and to them.

“F-fuck, y-you’re such a good girl. Taking all of me in your mouth” Jake groaned as you continued to bop up and down his shaft in a haste, as your mouth vibrated around him from the curling of Jay’s finger deep inside you

“She’s no good girl” Jay spat as his fingers pumped in and out of you and he smirked wildly feeling you clenching around his fingers, you whined around Jake’s cock, feeling your stomach tightening and Jay could feel you getting closer to your orgasm

He hastily continued to glide his two plunged fingers deeper and faster into you causing you to be a moaning mess. “Continue sucking him off, he didn’t come yet” Jay slipped out his fingers that ripped you away from your orgasm only to slap your pussy harshly making you jolt

You could feel the tears building up in your eyes as spit formed in the corner of your mouth as you tried to continue sucking Jake’s cock after having your orgasm ripped from you.

“You’ll let me use your pretty mouth right?” Jake let out almost like a plea as you weekly nodded and that was all Jake needed before he was holding the back of your head as his hips slammed against your face to chase his own release

You gurgled out chokes as you felt him deep into your throat, his heavy balls slapping your chin from his fast thrust as he fucked you like you were nothing more than just a toy for him. “Your mouth is absolutely perfect” He panted, feeling the build up in his stomach coming closer and closer

Jay who was circling your folds together, smirked seeing how you let Jake use you and he decided to be the second nice one out of the bunch and reward you. His slipped his fingers back into your gaping hole and you strained out a weak gasp, your oxygen levels dropping as you were filled from two holes.

“Taking what I give you so well” Jay hummed satisfied how you easily took his fingers back in, as if they were meant to always be buried in you

“Fuck!” Jake shouted as he stilled his thrust and his warm seed shot down your throat making sure he dumped everything in to have you swallow

He gave a few more shallow thrust before finally pulling away from your mouth with a pop, his lips shivering from the sudden hit of cold air on his wet warm cock. He weakly looked to you to see your dazed out expression, weak moans falling from your lips as Jay continued to slam his fingers into you.

Jake cooed seeing you cupping your face with his hands and rubbed his thumbs against them to ease you. You let out wet strained noises as Jake remained eye contact with you.

“Let go on his fingers” Jake’s soft voice sent jolts into your body and straight down to your stretched out hole

Those words caused you to clamp down harshly on Jay’s fingers as his other free hand found your swollen clit and harshly rubbed it. You squealed as you clawed onto Jake’s body who carefully held you.

“Give it to me” Jay sneered as the stimulation was making you see stars but alongside of the usual build up in your stomach, you felt something else

You shook your head violently, realizing what he was trying to draw out of you. You tried to get away from Jay’s protruding fingers but Jake kept you in your place to continue sucking in Jay’s fingers

You screamed as the gush of stream shot out of you, drowning Jay’s finger, your swimsuit bottom and Jay’s lower body in your release. His fingers slipped out of you and messily rubbed away at your gushing hole, encouraging more of your release to burst out of you.

Your body jerked into Jake as he held you tightly, watching the scene in pure awe. He was going to need that moment tattooed into his brain.

“Shit that was so hot” Jay panted as you shivered violently from the high you were in as your body fell limped against theirs

Jay soothed your bum with his hand as if to tell you ‘good job’.

You could feel your body spent but it was far from over.

“Alright move it’s our turn” You faintly made out a voice through the ringing of your ear, you suddenly felt your body tussled from one to another with ease

You gasped and through the haze of your eyes, you looked to recognize Sunghoon, the first guy you saw on the beach.

“Hoon are you sure she can handle it? Look at her” Jake shoved his softened self back into his trunks as he pointed out your dazed expression and Sunghoon smirked before taping the side of your face with his hand

He smirked to your dazed expression as you stared at him with your teared filled eyes, “Of course she can, she’ll be good to us after all, won’t you?” Your hole clenched around nothing hearing the words thrown to you

You let out a whimper when you felt your swimsuit bottom be pulled the side once again but this time by Heeseung as he watched your closing and opening hole. “So fucking pretty”

“Don’t even think about it” Sunghoon warned as he noticed Heeseung taking in your glistening core with hungry eyes

Heeseung peered away from you to his friend surprised as he saw a stern look on Sunghoon’s face. “I saw her first, she’s mine” He slight shoved Heeseung away from you causing your swimsuit bottom to slip from his hand and snap against you making you squeal

“Shh it’s okay, gonna make it all feel good” Sunghoon whispered in your ear before suddenly pushing you into their poorly held blanket

You had your face down being able to feel the snow underneath the blanket against your face as your ass was raised high to be displayed.

All of sudden like a bunch of seagulls, all his friend flocked around as Sunghoon pulled your bottom to the side to catch glimpse of your dripping self. The moment was embarrassing, having four guys stare directly at your exposed self like it was the best thing to ever exist(to them it was).

Sunghoon’s quickly brought his trunks down just enough to have his harden cock spring out before he protruded it into your hole not wanting to waste anymore time that prevented him from feeling the paradise he knew you were. “Fu-Fuck Jay you didn’t prep her for shit! She’s still so fucking tight”

“How come you’re the first one to fuck her?!” Jay shouted as you struggled to take Sunghoon in your hole, gasping because it was true, you weren’t nearly prepared enough to take him

“Because I saw her first” Sunghoon grunted as he was finally able to bottom out, the grip on him almost made him cum right then and there as you panted by how full you felt

Yet, you didn’t have enough time to get used to his size stretching you out as he suddenly started to slam his hips to you. Your body was sent deeper into the blanket as you gasped loudly, feeling the sand underneath your hand as you clawed at the blanket for leverage.

Your whines soon became louder as Sunghoon sent a smack to the side of your ass loudly. “Sucking me in so good like you were made for this shit”

Your mouth fell slacked, moans, whimpers and babbles mixed together as your back was being blown out by Sunghoon.

His tip soon found the bundle of nerves in you that made your fall completely apart of his cock, “That’s right, fall apart of my cock- Just like that-“

You felt dizzy, the wind was getting knocked out of you by each of his harsh thrust, lead by primal need to fill you up.

“Gonna milk my cock? Going to be good and take everything I give you?” Sunghoon gruntled out as he could feel the knot forming in his stomach daring to snap

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You answered to his question, not having a full comprehension of what was being said but what you wanted was to milk him of everything he’s got

Sunghoon muttered multiple ‘fucks’ as his pace became brutal chasing the high, the way you tightened around him, the way that you kept sucking him back in when he tried to get even as little a more than midway away from you to slam his cock back into you.

Your hole gripped him like it never wanted him to leave as the wave of pleasure finally crashed down on you as you let out a loud moan as you came all over him. Sunghoon smirked and sent another smack to your ass, you whined loudly as his thrust finally started slowing down with grip on your hip that you knew there was no way there weren’t bruises left behind.

Sunghoon’s warm seed painted your velvet walls white, as he groaned, “So fucking good”

You whimpered as his twitching cock slipped out of you. He was covered in his and your release and he watched how his cum oozed out of you. Fuck he loved it so much.

“Out of my way Sunghoon” Heeseung shoved his friend to the side who tripped over his feet, “I drove over here, it’s only fair that I get to go second” Heeseung explained, excited to finally be getting in on the action after being deprived unlike his friends who at least did something with you

“Nu uh Hee” Heeseung felt a hand on his shoulder as he was pulled back to have Jay squeeze through behind you instead of him, “I’m the one driving back, I deserved to go second”

Heeseung mouth fell slack and the tent in his trunks twitched in desperation need as it realized that it was going to continue being deprived of relief.

Jay on the other hand, didn’t hesitate to rip out his aching self into his hand and gave a few stroke to himself, he saw how Sunghoon’s release came out of you and he felt the need to replace it with his own.

Your broken out noises turned into another loud gasp as you felt an even larger of a stretch by Jay who struggled to slip into you. “All about talking shit Sunghoon- Fuck!-But you didn’t even loosen her enough for me” Jay gruntled as your hole tried to get accustomed to the wider stretch

“O-oh my-“ You clawed harder onto the blanket as the stretch was almost too much for you to handle and Jay took notice of that

He cooed as he rubbed up and down your back, forcing yourself to arch even more for him, “Taking two cocks back to back huh?” He sneered as he tried to remain his usual composure as he moved painfully slow

You whined as you moved your hips to meet with his slow thrust and Jay smirked wildly seeing you were starting to fuck yourself on him.

Jay stopped his thrusting and let you do all the work. You weakly slammed your lower half against him trying to build up the pleasure lingering in your stomach. Jay’s hand rubbed your back as he watched his cock barely disappear inside of you from how shallow you were fucking yourself.

“Come on, you can go faster than that. Don’t you wanna come again?” Jay snarked and he could feel the pure desperation in your movements for him to take over

But he wasn’t going to take going to give you what you wished for. If you wanted him, you needed to prove that you do.

“Please” You begged, your hips not meeting his in the same fast pace you wished for, “Pl-please” Fresh tears spilled from your eyes

“Please what, I need words”

“Please fuck me, I’ll be good- Just please!” The scene before Jay was pathetic

“Never met such a cock hungry girl before, better take all I give you” And with that Jay snapped his hips hard to meet yours half wall causing you let out a loud moan

Jay didn’t have to time to waste, his fingers left indents right next to Sunghoon’s on your hip. “Tightest pussy ever” Jay groaned as all you could do was have your mouth open wide by the sheer stretch he gave your hole

You’ve never been this stretched out before and it made your mind turn into mush. “Letting random guys fuck you on the beach, what if someone were to come and see?” Your hole clenched harder at the thought and Jay smirked, letting out a stifle laugh, “You like knowing that anyone could see you right now”

Your moans and sounds of skin slapping filled the beach as the waves crashed against the shore, the wetness not being able to match the wetness that gushed and stained your hole and Jay’s ramming cock.

His thrust only remained sloppy, his heavy balls slapping against your ass making you coat him in your release as you let out an obscene whine, “Perfect pussy” Jay praised as he felt you grip onto him that even almost forcing him out if it wasn’t for him continuing his raging pace.

“Al-almost there- Shit!” Jay thrust shot your body deeper and deeper, the overstimulation make your eyes roll to the back of your head wondering just how you were able to be in this position

Jay was brutal, merely using you for his own pleasures and it soon came for him as his thrust only got messier until his warm seed coated your already mixed velvet and white walls with his own release. He gave a few harsh thrust deep inside you to push his cum deeper than Sunghoon’s wanting to have his mark in you deeper than the others.

He groaned loudly, feeling the way you gripped him making sure you took everything he gave you without a single thing falling out. When he pulled out, Jay quickly shoved his fingers deep inside you to hold his cum in your hole. You squeaked feeling the replacement of his cock with his fingers. “Gotta make sure it stays in there”

You wailed feeling how your hole fluttered around his large fingers in you and how he would pump them slowly giving the excuse that there was some falling out and he couldn’t have you leaking.

However, there was a tap on Jay’s shoulder and he looked to see Jake who had a softer look in his eyes than him and Sunghoon, “Let me take care of her you assholes” Jake told as he motioned for his friend to move, seeing your fucked out expression and red filled with white hole

Jay scoffed as he harshly removed his fingers from you, seeing how it was coated beautifully by you. He admired his fingers before delivering a light smack followed by a few faint taps against your sore core making your shudder loudly.

Jake ushered his friend to move and Jay rolled his eyes, stuffing himself back into the restraints of his swimming trunks before finally letting his other friend have you.

Jake could feel the betrayal gaze on him and he knew Heeseung wanted to go next, badly too. But Jake saw the way Jay and Sunghoon had used you and that he needed to step in and treat you the way you should be treated for, like the gifted paradise you were for them.

“Hey it’s okay, I actually got you” Instead of continuing your position and having your face down and ass up, Jake carefully flipped your sensitive body around to have you facing him

The sunlight blinded your eye sight, your chest rising and falling from how heavy you were breathing but you could feel the pairs of hungry eyes on you as you laid sprawled in front of them, your dazed out expression, your fluttering hole that leaked the releases that it held. You looked perfect in their eyes.

And Jake was going to make sure you knew just how precious and perfect you are.

Instead of diving straight into your hole with his aching hard on, he wanted to treat you. Jake slotted himself in between you, raising your legs over his shoulder, his breathing fanning over your wet core, he gave butterfly kisses on your inner thigh as he traveled down further and further until he finally made contact with your wet heat.

You gasped, the overstimulation started to overwhelm you but Jake soothed your body with his warm hands, trying to help calm your jolting self.

As he gave open kisses, through the haze of stimulation, yours hands ached to tangle in his hair, his tongue gliding with ease as he buried himself in the sweet venom of you. His nose rubbing against your clit perfectly which finally made you finally claw at his hair. Jake groaned feeling your hands tangle with his already messy fluffy hair and that sent shivers running through as it added beautifully to the sensation of his mouth.

“Taste so sweet” Jake blabbed, “So fucking good, so addicting”

Jake continued to eat you out, his tongue teasing your entrance as his lips worked its wonders on you. The dazed feeling of his open mouth to it closing, sucking everything that was coming out of you. Jake could get lost in you and he was.

The way you tasted, the way he had you arching your back, your hands pulling against his hair as he could feel you closing in on his tongue, this was what Jake strived to forever be in.

Your mewls encouraged him further and right when you could feel the same build up in the stomach that you didn’t even know you could bring out again, Jake disconnect his mouth from you.

You closed your eyes whining how your orgasm was ripped away from you and you lazily looked to Jake who was panting heavily, the bottom of his face smeared with his own spit, your mixed arousals, as he stared at your desperate self. He leaned in once more to give a kiss on your swollen clit before raising his body to clash with yours.

You felt how Jake pressed himself against you as he softly whispered in your ear, “I’m sorry angel, need you to come on my cock instead” He placed a kiss on the side of your face, making your heart twist feeling the wet sensation on your face which it soon melted you as you feel his guided intrusion stretching you out a second later

You gripped his shoulders as he buried himself in the crock of your neck, his thrust allowing him to ease in more and more, his tip pushed further into you as his thrust were desperate but slow. Jake gripped your sides when he was able to find the pace that allowed him and you to feel even more than how you already were with each other, “Such a beautiful angel” His praises made your insides turn mushy as you let yourself get used to the tender side kisses and touches left by Jake

His buried cock slipping in and out of you with a growing pace and you started to feel how he was losing his sense of direction as he started to snap his hips faster into you, “Absolutely perfect- How can you be so- F-fuck” Jake felt your tightening hold on his cock as you wrapped your arms over his shoulder, your chest meshed with his and he shattered feeling the very mounds that he couldn’t get his mind off ever since he saw them

Jake’s hand grabbed your breast in his hand to squeeze like a personal stress ball as his body was succumbing to you. The touch to your sensitive mound made you shake as he only thrusted into you at his quick pace, “I’m- I’m gonna come-” Jake whined as he placed harsh kisses against you neck almost immediately finding your sweet spot which made you break

Just as you gripped him tighter, you felt the twitch of his cock as his thrust were growing frantic for his release, his hot breathe in your ear with endless praises, the hold on your boob growing tighter as the thrust into you were finally becoming sharp thrusts.

His spurts shot inside of you which prompted your own release as yours and Jake’s mixed pleasure came together, coating each other in your releases.

You shivered feeling the new load in your already full stomach, Jake’s pants filled your ears and he continued to place the kisses all of your chest and collarbone, “You did so good angel, the best ever” Jake tried to soothe your shivering self as you heavily panted, closing your eyes, allowing yourself to get used to the warmth of his body with you but that was taken away from you as you felt Jake achingly pull himself out of you

You felt the emptiness once again as he planted a kiss to your worn out knee, a sign of affection before leaving your sore body on the blanket, your expression too far beyond any comprehension.

Jake didn’t want to leave you, wanting to continue relishing in your warmth that engulfed him but he couldn’t be selfish, not when he knew that there was someone else, his own friend who’s been patiently waiting long enough.

When Heeseung realized it was finally his turn, the weight on his shoulder felt heavier instead of lighter, he stared at you with a crazed expression knowing he had to go out with a bang.

You body still shuddering trying to come down from your high and the new addition of release inside of you. You closed your eyes trying to catch you breath when suddenly you felt your weak legs be spread open and you shot your eyes open to see Heeseung staring at your messy sticky hole coated with his friends and yours release. His unreadable expression made your heart hammer against your chest, your mind too fucked out to even try and attempt to see what was going through his head.

Yet, the only thing that coursed through his head was the thought and determination to completely fill you up to the brim.

You exposed on full display for him made him let out a dopey smile before diving his face right into you. Feeling the stride of Heeseung’s tongue on you made you squeal as you blabbed that you couldn’t take anymore, the overstimulation hazed your senes, it being too much for you.

But you could feel the smirk against your core as Heeseung gave it a few kisses and harsh pulls with his teeth making you yelp loudly.

“Come on, you have one more cock to take” Heeseung laughed as he pulled away, his thumb rubbing over your core before lightly intruding it but just as quickly as he gave you that taste, he ripped it away from you

You pathetically let out a whine even though you were complaining you couldn’t take anymore, “Shh it’s okay, I know what you want. Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you” And just like that without a moment wasted, Heeseung pulled himself out, smearing his tip filed with precum with your mess before lightly intruding your hole with his tip that slipped in with ease thanks to his friend’s and yours mixed arousal

You threw your head back into the depths of the blanket feeling the sand that was molded to you head by how much you were pressed onto it. Heeseung soon pushed his tip painfully slower into you and the stretch and his length made your mind go on overdrive and there were no more thoughts in your head. Just thinking about the paradise beach guys.

“Yo-You’re taking me so well..- Shit! You actually are perfect” Heeseung grumbled, feeling himself get lost in you by the sheer amount of pleasure you were giving him

After hearing how well you’ve been taking them, it soared your dark ego as you continued to bathe in the degradation and praises you were receiving for being just so good to them.

He didn’t allow himself to bottom out, wanting to start now rather than later as he’s been the only one deprived for so long unlike his friends. Your body melted into the more easy pace, seeming like he wanted to take his time with you, to have his cock memorize your insides and see which thrust would be able to have you see stars and crumble just for him.

Heeseung’s hands soothed your aching hips as his pelvis would meet yours with slow but harsh thrust, it made your sealed breast to move within the restraints of your swimsuit and Heeseung wasn’t having any of it. He bundled up the top of your swimsuit before yanking it down to release your held breast to witness the beauty of them bouncing with each of his thrust.

The sight of it made his pace stutter and one of his hand gripped your right one, his left hand holding your waist to continue his deep thrust into you. His fingers played with your perky harden nipples which made your body jump, shaking your head as you felt the overstimulation of the sensation mess with your soul.

He pinched your nipple hard when he finally found the spot needed that made you squeal, muttering how you couldn’t possibly take anymore. The tip of his cock kissing your insides perfectly and he darkly chuckled hearing your babbles.

“You can take it- You‘ll take it like the good girl you are” Heeseung’s deep and calculated thrust into you made sure of it, you were going to give him another one and you were going to take what he gives you

Your mind already mushy, you only nodded in acceptance. You knew your babbles weren’t true. You would take what he gives you just like how he said you would. Your cries and moans mixed with the crashing waves of the ocean.

Your hands found the wrist of his hand that continued to pull and pinch your nipple as he simultaneously matched his thrust with the pull your already hard nipple. Your face scrunched harshly from your senses being thrown away as your ears rung, only hearing the waves crashing against the shore.

And right when a large wave crashed, so did you.

You clamped down harshly on Heeseung, who groaned at the sensation of you tightening around him and he lost control as he started to slam his hips into you in order to chase his own high. Your soft moans soon grew louder as ‘uhs’ left your mouth, your boobs bouncing faster.

“S-shit, gonna take me for all I’m worth” Heeseung spat and you only chanted ‘yes’ nonstop until one final harsh thrust lead to the emptying of his balls filled of him to litter your hole with his release.

And just like his promise, he filled you to the brim that it was almost impossible to know if you would ever stop leaking after being pumped so full of cum. Your body too tired and spent as you closed your eyes and heaved heavily trying to come back from the heavy trance they left you in. Heeseung pulled out and all of the friends gathered around to watch your hole leaking out of all of their release alongside yours.

You were the perfect paradise sent their way in order to experience what summer is supposed to truly be like.

Sunghoon who held a marker in hand used his mouth to bite the cap off throwing it off somewhere into the sand as he walked over to your spent self, carefully picking up you aching leg which made you shiver and he rubbed his thumb in a calming matter, smirking at the scene before bringing the marker on your skin.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

You looked down to your littered body, seeing the faint dried up splotches of cum that you didn’t know who it belonged to, the faint indents of their fingers left on your hips.

But what made your heart hammer to your chest were the four phone numbers on your body. Your left forearm having Jake’s number with a small ‘:)’ next to his name.

Jay writing his number on the back of your hand as it trailed to the bone of your wrist with just ‘J’ next to it. While Heeseung wrote down his number on the back of you calf which you had to take a picture of in order to properly see the number and the small ‘Hee’ he added with a dash next to it

While Sunghoon wrote his number in crevice on your inner thigh that was close to your fucked out hole from all that it was put through. But along with Sunghoon’s name with his number he wrote a simple note next it.

‘Call us’

The beach was indeed a paradise like its names as it now held the best memory to date of the perfect summer for all five of you.

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kawoala · 4 months ago

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LAST SEEN WITH:

I COULD BE ENOUGH, ATSUMU MIYA

DESCRIPTION: four years ago, you broke up with atsumu. out of fear or out of hope for his future, you’re not sure. running into him in the grocery store was never planned, but neither was you getting pregnant, right?

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: teenage pregnancy. pro vball player!atsumu. profanity. a little bit of angst. hidden pregnancy. flower symbolism if you squint. hamilton references (not sorry for this). 21-24 yr old!atsumu. implied marriage.

word count: 1,998. (shoutout to @pmgranate for beta reading).

“atsumu?”

the man in front of you looks nothing like the boy you once knew. taller, broader, more rugged than you ever imagine him to be—but the smile on his face is more familiar than anything else you’ve ever experienced. there’s another man hanging on his shoulder, a wide grin on his face as well. he’s shorter, bright orange hair falling messily against his forehead. he looks vaguely familiar as well, but you can’t think about anything other than the fact that atsumu is standing right in front of you.

“y/n.” his smile falters slightly and he squares his shoulders, seemingly trying to make himself look bigger. “uh, hey. holy shit, yeah, hey. i didn’t know you . . .” he trails off, gaze dropping to the little brunette girl tugging on the hem of your hoodie. “oh, i mean crap. sorry, didn’t see her. are you, uh, babysitting?” he shrugs and you can tell he’s trying to make small talk, trying not to make things awkward.

“mommy, can i get candy?”

his eyes widen, and so do his friends. “mommy?” he repeats quietly, meeting your eyes again. “you-“

your palms start to sweat. you’ve imagined this day thousands of times, practiced what you were going to say, but now, as the moment finally arrives, you’re speechless. with no words to explain yourself, you turn to your daughter, smiling softly. “of course, sweetie. do you want to meet my friend first?”

she looks up at the two men and nods. she’s always been shy when meeting new people—you suppose she got that from you. “hi,” she whispers, waving at them.

“dude, she looks-“

“hi,” atsumu says softly, cutting off his friend. he crouches down to her height and lets out a shaky breath. “i’m atsumu. what’s your name?”

she hums and wraps her arms around one of your legs, trying to hide behind it. “ayu. you’re my mommy’s friend?”

“mhm.” he nods, glancing up at you for a moment. “we met a long time ago, probably just a little bit older than you. how- uh, how old are you?”

she looks up at you and you bite the inside of your cheek. you reach down, lifting her up and settling her on your hip. atsumu stands as you do so. “she’s four,” you say, refusing to meet his eyes. “almost five; next month.”

you see gears turning in his head. he was never good at math, but the moment it clicks for him, his face drops. he opens his mouth to say something, but the words die in his throat. he looks at his friend, who looks confused. your daughter puts her face in your neck and lets out a yawn. you hadn’t even realized it was almost one o’clock—past her nap time.

“listen,” you start, finally looking at him, “my number hasn’t changed. i know what you’re thinking and-“ you sigh. “and, yes, you are. i need to get her down for a nap, but we’ll . . . talk about this. i know it’s a lot to process.”

he blinks at you, his jaw slack. you pick up the basket you had previously sat on the ground and smile, tight-lipped and brief. “goodbye, atsumu.”

[atsumu, 2:01 PM]: Can I come by on Saturday? It’s Atsumu btw You probably knew that

yes. does 12 work for you?

[atsumu, 2:07 PM]: Yeah See ya then

on saturday, you wake up early and deep clean your house. ayu wakes up when you start vacuuming, and you would feel bad if she didn’t look so adorable with her bed head and puffy cheeks. it reminds you of atsumu—how she sleeps like a rock, drooling and snoring. you put on an outfit that makes it look like you kind of have it together and sit on the couch with ayu until your doorbell rings at 12:17 in the afternoon.

your head whips towards the door, chest rising and falling imperceptibly faster. ayu doesn’t look away from the TV, too engaged in the episode of bluey playing on the screen. you stand, albeit a little wobbly, and walk to the door. before opening it, you take a deep breath and exhale out of your nose.

it’s now or never, right?

“hey,” atsumu says as you open the door, sounding breathless. he’s holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand, his other tucked into the pocket of his beige pants. the hoodie he’s wearing looks familiar and worn—he’s had it since high school, you think. he holds out the flowers to you and smiles sheepishly. “i, uh, got you these. i don't know if that’s . . weird, sorry.”

you take them with a smile. “orchids are my favorite.”

“i know.” his eyes soften and your knees feel weak. it surprises you that he’s still able to make you feel this way even after all these years.

you stand there for another moment, just staring at each other, but a loud noise from the TV snaps you from your daze. “oh, um, yes, come in, please.” you step to the side and he walks in, eyes set on ayu, wrapped in a blanket.

he turns to you as you close the door. “so,” he hesitates, wiping his hands on his pants. he’s just as nervous as you are. “she’s, um, she’s mine? i- i mean i’m her . . . dad?”

your smile falters. you knew you were going to have to talk about it, but you weren’t quite as prepared as you thought you were. you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and walk across the living room in the kitchen. atsumu follows.

“i got pregnant in the middle of our third year,” you start, reaching up into a cabinet to pull out a vase. you turn to the sink and start filling it with water. “i knew that you were on track to become a professional volleyball player, but i also knew that you . . . that you would have dropped everything to support ayu and i.” you pause, spacing off as the water fills the vase. water dribbles down the side, pricking your fingers, and you sigh, turning the faucet off and turning to him. “volleyball was your passion—is your passion. i didn’t want to prevent you from chasing your dreams. so i broke up with you. i hid my pregnancy under big jackets and, well, i gave birth to ayu just as i started university. it was hard taking care of a bag by myself—uh, my parents . . .” you trail off hoping he gets the point.

he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing as he does. he nods, gesturing for you to continue. you’re not sure he knows what to say. you wouldn’t.

“i had to drop out to get a job and care for ayu.” your gaze drifts to your daughter, sucking on her thumb. you’ve tried to get her to stop, but nothing seems to work. “i’m not . . .” again, you sigh. “i’m not telling you this because i want anything from you, atsumu.” you look at him and nearly melt. his eyes are glossy with tears; he’s always been emotional. “there was no more hiding it after running into you at the store.”

he looks down at the floor, fingers twitching at his sides. it’s quiet for a long, long moment. finally, he looks back up at you, brows furrowed. “y/n, you should have told me.”

“i know,” you sigh. you place the flowers in the vase and stare at them for a second. “i just- you would have quit volleyball, gotten a job at some minimum wage place. you . . . that’s who you are, atsumu. you . . . you would have been a good dad, but you’re an amazing volleyball player.”

“i can still be a good dad.” it comes out almost involuntarily, you think, based on the look on atsumu’s face after he says it. “i- i mean.” he swallows and takes a step. “i’d like to, if you’d let me. i already missed four years—nearly five. i don’t want to miss any more.”

your brows furrow, but not in frustration or confusion. the emotion swirling in your stomach is one of indescribable feelings. you sigh quietly and walk around the island to the living room, gently sitting on the edge near ayu.

“hi, sweetie.”

she looks at you and smiles, wide and innocent. “hi, mommy.”

“ayu, do you remember what i told you about your daddy?” you’re so afraid, so scared that this won’t work out. scared that you’ll run away again. scared that atsumu won’t want to do this once he finds out how hard it is.

she thinks for a moment, humming quietly. “that he was- was off on an adventure.” she doesn’t quite say adventure right, but you don’t correct her.

“yes, exactly.” you nod. you glance back at atsumu and nod your head towards the couch. he takes tentative steps and sits down on the other side of ayu. “and you remember my friend from the other day? atsumu?”

she nods, eyeing the blonde hesitantly.

“okay, that’s good. you’re so smart, ayu.” you smile and pinch her cheek lightly. she giggles, swatting at your hand. “atsumu, do you want to . . .”

his eyes widen a fraction and fear flashes across his face. okay, he’s scared too, you think. he turns to ayu and opens his mouth. nothing comes out. he blinks at her, eyes roaming her chubby face. “i’m . . . back from my adventure?”

you can’t stop the giggle that bubbles out. atsumu sends you a panicked look and it only makes you laugh more. “atsu, just be truthful.” the nickname slips out before you even have time to think about it.

he smiles nervously and takes a deep breath. “ayu,” he starts. she looks at him, eyes wide and curious. “i’m your dad.”

there’s a beat of silence before ayu looks at you and juts her bottom lip out, eyes glossing over. “he’s back from his adventure?” she whispers, lip wobbling. when you nod, she looks at atsumu and stares at him. “hi, daddy.”

he barks out a laugh, wet and involuntary. “hi, ayu.”

“daddy, i want the purple one!”

the image before you is picturesque. your daughter, on the hip of your soon to be husband. they don’t seem to care that seven is too old to be carried, and, honestly, neither do you.

after the day that it all came out, things fell into place quite easily. atsumu was in your life again, dropping by unexpectedly, always with a bouquet of orchids. you started bringing ayu to his games—she always cheered the loudest for him. and somewhere along the way, atsumu became more than just ayu’s dad. late nights on the couch, sharing leftover pasta, reminiscing high school memories. somewhere along the way, late nights became staying the night. sharing pasta became sharing kisses. reminiscing became making new memories.

like this, a weekend at the zoo. you had spent over an hour at the tiger exhibit—ayu’s favorite animal. she rattled off fact after fact and atsumu listened to every single one, even if they were wrong.

“okay, princess, we can get the purple one.” atsumu reaches out and snatches a purple teddy bear off the shelf. he turns to you and winks and you feel your face heat up. “what should we get for mommy, hm? you think she wants a matching teddy bear?”

ayu hums and glances around the store before pointing at another shelf, full of tiger plushies. “we should get her a tiger! she loves tigers.”

you walk up to them, first placing a kiss on ayu’s cheek, then atsumu’s. “i love tigers,” you confirm with a nod. “and i love you.” you reach out and pinch her cheek and she giggles, squirming in atsumu’s arms.

“aw,” atsumu pouts, jutting his lip out dramatically. “what about me, huh? you love me too, right?”

“maybe.” you shrug playfully. he smiles widely and leans forward, pecking your lips quickly. “okay,” you relent, “fine. i love you, i suppose.”

he hums, eyes softening. “good. i love you too.”

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stereoqueen · 4 months ago

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dandelion - q.hughes

summary: quinn finds out you have feelings for him and decides let it happen, because deep down…. he wants it too. (nsfw 18+ content)

listened to dandelion by ariana while writing and got inspired!

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Lake house summers with Luke were some of her best memories growing up. She was nervous to go this summer though, as she hasn’t seen all of them since two summers ago. Something was different when she showed up to the house. Luke was the same old Luke, being the same 12 year old boy who she met long ago. The others however, looked at her differently.

Maybe it was the way her hair had grown out?

Maybe it was the way she didn’t hide her body in Adam Sandler clothing anymore?

Or maybe, she was just overthinking it.

She then learned that the real reason was because the guys found her attractive and couldn’t say anything due to Luke’s “off limits” rule. When Y/n overheard Trevor talking about it, she realized that she could raise the stakes.

Quinn, being the good older brother he was, had no problems sticking to this rule, until she actually showed up. It was taunting him. Low cut bikinis, long tan legs, gorgeous hair, she looked like a goddess in human form.

She was hard not to stare at, and thank god he had sunglasses on the first boat day when she magically showed up. Jack’s group of friends flirted with her relentlessly, while Quinn sat back and watched from a far. He watched how her hair blew in the wind, how her body glowed in the sunlight, and how if he looked close enough to her hip bone — he could see the outline of a tattoo. What he didn’t notice is how she matched his longing gazes.

He was now desperate, hoping that maybe he could make a move…. until she made a move first.

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“I can’t answer that—“ She says, blush forming over her face as she talks with her best friend, Emma, over speaker phone. The boys had gone out to golf, and she told them she wanted to stay behind and have a chill day.

“Cmonnn, there’s gotta be one person in that house you’d want to fuck without consequences. I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” Emma pleas as y/n moves from her desk to laying on her bed, stomach down, legs up in the air crossed.

“Okay, tell me yours first!” She asks as Emma blurts out “Trevor Zegras, for sure.”

“Honey not Trevor the man whore!” Y/n jokes as they both laugh.

“I mean he’s gorgeous, plays hockey, and has a body like a Greek god. I know he would be a good own night stand based on his reviews,” She states as Y/n continues to laugh. “Tell me yours!!” Y/n sighs, “Okay, there is one, but it would never happen,” Emma squeals at the words.

What she didn’t know is that in the moment, Quinn had come home from golfing early, and was looking for her. When he found her, she was caught in her little fantasy. He was walking up the stairs when he started to hear her voice from the hall.

“You know I’ve always had a crush on Quinn. Luke would kill me but if there was no consequences….. I’d do him….” she trails off as her bestfriend is surprised.

Quinn continued to walk down the hall to see her door half cracked. He could hear some of the conversation going on between y/n and her best friend, but not very clearly. He swore that he heard her say that she had a crush on him? Inching closer to her bedroom, the conversation got louder.

“I thought you’d say that you had something for Luke— but QUINN?” her best friend says loudly over the speaker. Quinn smirks, looking down to see if his phone is on silent. He looks up to see her laid down on her bed, her ass fully on display in front of him as she filed her nails.

“There’s just something about the older guys. I find it hot, the age gap mean. Nothing too extreme, like 4-5 years. But I find everything about that man sexy — always have. His eyes, his smile, his arms, his thighs, oh my god— I could go on. I just want to run my hands in his hair and make him beg for me. I wouldn’t mind if it was the other way around though. I have a feeling that he is a big man. Plus the beard look he had during playoffs recently made me have a physical reaction. and…” Y/n stops as her friend whines through the phone “and what?! you can’t leave me on a cliffhanger,”

“Luke told me how he learned some things from Quinn before he went to school. The stories I heard— I would love to experience it,” Y/n says as her friend cackles, “Shit I’d go for it if I were you, regardless of what Luke says. Play dirty!”

“He would absolutely kill me. I already feel bad enough rejecting him years ago. His little puppy crush. If he saw me with his older brother…. I don’t know how he’d take it. He’s still my best friend,”

“If he was a real best friend like me, he’d want you to be happy. If that means you fuck his brother to be happy… then so be it!” Y/n laughs as her best friend’s honesty as she stands up, walking to her full length mirror. She puts her phone down on the desk as she looks at herself in the mirror. Analyzing what she needs to fix for tonight — different outfit, different jewelry, for sure different underwear as she was wet from talking about her crush on Quinn.

“Well, I gotta go figure out what I’m wearing tonight. I need to shower too, I’ll talk to you later?” Y/n tells her as they mutually hang up.

She turns on a playlist as she starts to undress in front of the mirror. The song, Timeless by The Weeknd plays as she hums along. She again, analyzes herself in the mirror, then walks into the bathroom to shower.

A shocked Quinn is now sitting against the wall next to her door. Not only had she confessed feelings and in detail, but she also had stripped. The thoughts running through his mind made a tent form in his pants. Embarrassed, he felt like he had invaded her privacy — not like he was trying to. But he felt starstruck. “I gotta figure out what to do,” he mumbles to himself as he walks to his room.

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Hours had passed, and the whole house was booming with music. The party was starting downstairs and Y/n was of course, behind. She didn’t get the memo that it was a swimsuit party, causing her to rethink her outfit choices. Her hair was in soft curls which went down to her waist. She was wearing a dark blue bikini, and a green wrap around her waist. The gold waist chain sparkled as she touched herself up in the mirror. Y/n was hoping to get the attention of a certain Hughes tonight, and was praying only he would notice. She was wearing his colors for a reason.

The knock on her door brought her back to reality, and she rushed to open it. A grinning Trevor was on the other side, causing Y/n to drop her smile.

“Wow, you look extra hot tonight!” Trevor says as Y/n shuts the door behind her.

“I try my best,” She replies smirking as she follows him down the hall and down the stairs to the party.

The party is loud, people everywhere, booze in every corner. Luke was playing beer pong with Ethan, Dylan and Mark. Jack was on the other side of the room with Cole and Alex waiting for Trevor.

“I’m going to get a drink from the kitchen,” Y/n says as she separates from Trevor. No sign of the Hughes she wanted to see.

Entering the kitchen, she opens the fridge to see her drink of choice being gone. Confused, she goes outside onto the patio to see if there’s any in the cooler. To her surprise, there was one left, and the Hughes she was looking for sitting on the deck.

Quinn sees her walk onto the patio from the kitchen, and he is stunned by the sight. The dark blue swimsuit makes her freshly tanned skin pop, the green wrap around her waist drawled his attention closer and closer to the tattoo. He smirked at the fact she was wearing his colors. Coincidence? Never. He thought to himself.

The pair make eye contact as she shuts the cooler. Quinn pats the seat next to him, “Sit— if you want,”

Y/n boldly sits not next to him, but on him.

“Hi,” She says as he sits up, grabbing her waist to keep her steady, “This seat is nice too.”

He smirks, putting his drink down so he has both hands on her waist. He pulls on the chain, feeling the coolness of it against her hot skin.

“You’ve grown bold in your older age, little dandelion,” The old nickname falls off of his tongue before he could stop himself.

“I can’t believe you remember that, Hughes,” She replies smoothly, as she adjusts herself on his lap, causing him to groan.

“Don’t start something you don’t want to finish,” Quinn halfway growls as Y/n leans more into him. She leans down to whisper in his ear “But didn’t you like what you saw earlier?” He froze at her words, giving her ample time to jerk up from his lap.

Standing up to walk away, he grabs her wrist.

“You really want me?” He asks as she flashes him a smile.

“If I’m being honest, you can get anything you’d like. Can it be me you want?” She says, voice like honey as she walks back inside.

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NSFW (18+)

A flustered Quinn follows as she anxiously gets to her room. Shutting the door, it was interrupted by Quinn barreling in. She sat on the bed, taking off her wrap slowly, causing Quinn to hurry and lock the door.

“Your words and body have been running through my mind all damn day,” He says, voice rough as he stands in between her legs. She leans back, sighing.

“Guess Emma was right to play dirty. I wanna play dirty, Quinn. Can I play dirty?” She asks him as her hand goes into his shorts. His head tilts back, groan coming off of his lips again. “Baby what’s your wishlist? I can make it come true, Captain,”

His head whipped back as his hand went to her throat. He squeezed the sides gently as she leaned her head back to meet his gaze. “On your knees.”

He let go as Y/n practically jumped off the bed and onto the floor. She quickly took off his shorts, dick springing out as she looked up through her eyes to see his darken. Taking her sweet time getting to work, she sucked him off like he was the last lollipop at the candy store. Quinn was loosing his mind about how good she was at giving head. All the fucked up fantasies he has had about her in the last two years had nothing on this moment. She was a fucking angel, and her mouth felt like heaven.

“Oh angel don’t stop—“ Quinn says breathily as she went deeper and deeper. He lightly pushes her head down as he hits his high. The pornographic moan that exits his mouth was muffled by the music from downstairs. She swallows, looking up at him as she does, causing Quinn to smirk. She kissed his tip as she kissed up his torso, standing up slowly. He couldn’t take it anymore and picked her up, kissing her face roughly.

Making out after head had got to be top 5 hottest things a man had ever done to Y/n. Seeing him not care about how she looked or even tasted turned her on even more. They break apart as she takes of his shirt in one go. “This isn’t very fair, let me see you,” He murmured as she gave into him.

“You can take it off, I know you know how,” She replied as she felt his hands rake up her hips, onto her lower back to undo her swimsuit. He unties it in one go, letting the top fall the the floor. Both hands grab onto her boobs causing her to lean into it. “Oh my god, you’re so gorgeous,” He said as he starts leans down to kiss her chest. Peck by peck, breast by breast he adored her as she ran a hand through his hair. (his hair was just as she imagined)

He makes his way down to her bottoms, pulling them down to find her soaking wet for him, “All for me?” She nods shyly, stepping out of her bottoms as he kisses her hips. He sees the tattoo “Candy” and almost combusts right there on the spot.

“I’m sweet as candy, you should have a taste, Quinn,” She says as he throws her lightly on the bed. Her legs open up as he dives right in, finally tasting her. She was right, she was sweet like candy, and he was savoring every moment in between her legs. He toyed with her clit, pushing two fingers in and out, causing her back to arch up. “Oh Q, please, don’t stop,” She breathed out as she pushed his head down, hands in his dark curls. The smirk on his face could be felt on her core as he picked up his pace. He could feel her tightening up as he put a third finger in. “Yes— Yes oh God,” She moaned as he pushed her to her climax.

“That wasn’t God who made you feel like that, it was me — dandelion,” The older man tutted as he leaned up to kiss her.

The kiss deepens as she flips him so she is on top. “Got one more in you?” She asks as he leans back on the headboard. His hands are behind his head as she stands near her nightstand. “What do you have in mind, gorgeous?” He asks as she pulls a condom from her bedside table. She opens it, reaching down with one hand to slide it over him. He winces, feeling the constriction.

“I wanna take you for a ride,” She says seductively in his ear as he grabs her hips, pulling her onto the bed and on top of him. Quinn has a tight grip on her sides as she angles herself onto him. They match each other’s moans as she slowly started to ride him. His head is thrown back by the movement, and she puts her hand on his head, lightly gripping his hair to pull his head back up. “Let me see you when I ride you,” the act of dominance causes him to groan as they both picked up the pace.

The bed creaks slightly following the rhythm of her bouncing vs his fucking back into her. Quinn is on cloud fucking nine as he watches her, boobs bouncing, hair flowing back just like it was on the boat.

Y/n was in awe watching him watch her. His lips were parted, sweat beaded on his forehead, and a look in his eyes that made her want to fuck him harder. She knew that look, it was bliss.

She bounced harder, pace quickening as they were both close to their high, “Baby this is serious, I want you, I need you to cum— cum in me please,” Her voice was enough to keep him going.

“You sure?” He asked, she nodded, unable to give words but her body reacted — clenching around him. “Don’t stop, oh—“ She told him as she rode out her high.

Quinn was turned on all over again when she came on top of him, pounding into her to reach his shortly after. “C’mon, let me give you what you want,” He said gruffly as she moaned louder, overstimulated from her last orgasm. Y/n leaned over to kiss him, letting him reach a new angle which caused them both to reach their climax. He moaned into her mouth as he came inside her. He pulled out quickly after, and she could feel him dripping out of her.

The pair laugh, Quinn kissing her again as she rolled onto the bed. He put his arm around her and she cuddled in close. “I didn’t know my dandelion had that in her?” He said questionably as she hid her face into his chest. “It’s a one time experience, you heard me earlier,” She mumbled into him as he lifted her chin up, eyes locking. “What if I want this to be serious?” He said softly as her eyes softened.

The knock and jiggle on the door causes them to snap up. “Y/n? Have you seen Quinn lately? I think he got lost?” Luke said drunkenly at her door, causing her to laugh. She looks at Quinn, pecks him on the lips, “Haven’t seen him, Lu! Sorry!”

“You talked about how bad you want me, seduced me with your gorgeous body in Canucks colors, and now lied to my brother about having me in your room? Oh this is going to get serious because I don’t wanna let you slip away,” Quinn told her as she smiled.

“I’ll be your dandelion, Cap,” Her words, specifically the nickname Cap causing him to kiss her again.

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#written by stereoqueen #stella’s works #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes smut #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl smut #hughes brothers #nhl one shot #quinn hughes one shot #i got carried away

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woncheolisms · 1 year ago

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kept me waiting. (suna rintarou x reader)

summary: for six years, you have loved no other alpha except suna.

word count: 3397

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, alpha!suna, omega!fem!reader, some angst, smut, typical omegaverse jargon (mating, knotting, scent, slick), oral (fem receiving)

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead @priv-rose

There’s only so long you could have waited.

At 16 years old, you were a budding omega. You had presented recently and were trying to adjust to the changes that came with your secondary gender. You were curious about yourself, and about others as well. In your uncertain new beginning, you met Suna Rintaro.

He had presented as an Alpha about a year ago, and he was more comfortable in his skin than you were. He was brooding and slightly lazy, but endlessly perceptive. Clever. And he smelled to you like a garden you wanted to lay in, surrounded by grass and flowers. He brought you comfort. And your novice omega heart fell in love with him.

The kettle whistled, indicating that your water was ready for a cozy cup of tea. You pour it into a cup, grab your muffin and your tea before settling on the couch. It was evening time and the TV was on, loud cheering emitting from its speakers. You placed your blanket over your lap and then rested your plate on it, finally turning your attention to the screen and the live game that was about to start. You had never once missed a game of Suna’s, after all.

Almost 7 years since you had first met the boy, and to this day, you heart yearned for him. He was your best friend, your most personal confidant. The love of your life, though that fact was not known by him. Your Omega had attached herself to him explicitly, vowed to love him forever, and despite him not returning your feelings, you hung on to the tiniest, withering hope that somehow, things between you two would work out.

The game was an exhilarating one, and in the end, EJP Raijins came out of it victorious. You watched the team celebrate on screen, grinning wide and cheering them on silently. When the camera panned to Suna, your heart squeezed. You shot him a quick congratulations text, asking him how he wanted to celebrate. Suna had informed you beforehand that he would be crashing at yours after the game, since you lived so close to the venue. You had enthusiastically agreed, of course. Any excuse to spend more time with him.

Half an hour later, your phone pinged with a reply from him.

‘Will be back late, sorry.. dont wait up’

You pursed your lips in disappointment before sighing loudly and resigning to an early night. It was fine, you were tired from work anyway, so getting extra sleep will be good. But spending some time with Suna….

He had been so busy lately, with rigorous practices leading up to the beginning of this season. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, and you didn’t enjoy that fact, nor did your omega. You missed him terribly. You swallowed down your sadness and trudged into bed. It was a familiar feeling when it came to Suna. The yearning and the realization that he wasn’t yours.

When you woke up the next morning, the sun was high in the sky and filtering through your closed curtains. You groaned and cursed softly, not expecting to sleep in so late. Your mood only lightened when you walked into the kitchen and found Suna sitting on the island, scrolling through his phone over a steaming cup of tea. His hair was messy and unkempt, indicating that he just woke up, but the sight of him had your face lifting with a smile.

“Rin!” You greeted, clearing your throat when you heard how hoarse your voice was. “Congratulations on the game!”

“Hey,” His smile made your heart squeeze. “Sorry, did I wake you last night?”

You blinked in confusion. “No?”

“Oh.” He chuckled and ran his hand through his hair. “Good, good.”

You eyed him for a moment, trying to gauge what he meant. You walked toward the kettle that was still going, planning on pouring some of it for yourself too. As you moved past the man, a scent hit your nose and your body stiffened.

Omega.

There was no doubt in your head. It was an omega scent, wafting off Suna in waves and mixing intimately with his own wonderful scent. You froze behind him, nose twitching when you took another deep breath and identified the scent even more distinctly. You didn’t recognize it, but you knew it was omega. And the way it was coming off Suna, focused so closely on his scent glands meant only one thing.

“Why’d you get here so late, Rin?” There was a little tremble in your voice.

Suna didn’t seem to notice, scrolling idly through his phone, distracted. He hummed a bit in question before replying.

“Drinking with the guys.” He drawled.

And then? You didn’t ask. It wasn’t your place. You loved foolishly believing that Suna was your Alpha but he wasn’t. And you couldn’t exactly tell him to not see any omega when you didn’t have any claim on him either. Silently, you left the kitchen, hoping he wouldn’t call after you, walking into your room and closing the door. You leaned your forehead against the warm wood and closed your eyes.

Stupid. Stupid. What right did you have to feel the way you did? Suna wasn’t yours. He could be with anyone he pleased. He could sleep with other omegas. Scent them. Court them. Knot them. Your throat tightened.

So then why did you feel like a wounded animal? Why was your omega whining like she had lost her mate and not some random alpha she had unfairly been obsessed with for so long? In moments like this, you hated your secondary gender. You hated your omega. You hated that you were so in love with Suna that this felt like cheating to you.

However, your hurt was exclusively your own, and you couldn’t project it onto anyone else. Suna was here now, and even though the sight of him made you weep, you still found joy in being around him. You would spend the day with him, and get the closure you needed. Then you would lick your wounds and move on. You had waited long enough.

So that’s what you did. And here you were now, a week later, sitting across from an Alpha you had met just today, listening to him talk about his job and his hobbies while you smiled and nodded. There was an almost bitter undertone to your feelings. Over the days, your sadness had transformed into anger. It was unjustified and not really something Suna deserved, but you still directed it at him. Because he had ruined you for anyone else.

The Alpha before you was a perfect gentleman. He was a friend of your friend’s, and everything she had told you about him was true. He was kind, well spoken, good looking. He knew how to carry a conversation, since he was doing most of the talking while you rolled around in your own head.

But he wasn’t witty. He wasn’t quick and sly. He didn’t have a thin, cutting smirk and narrow green eyes that pierced through you. He didn’t smell like freshly cut grass and cool, open air.

He wasn’t Suna.

After the date, he walked you to the train station, where you claimed you would get on the train home. He gave you a respectful hug and smiled kindly when you said you would call (you wouldn’t call). Then, when he mixed in with the crowd and disappeared, you turned around and walked straight out, beginning to trudge on foot to your home.

Your thoughts were all over the place, your eyes were lined with unshed tears, your breath felt like it was trapped in your lungs. You didn’t comprehend the stupidity behind walking all the way home, and how it would take hours. Your friend texted you, asking about the date. You didn’t reply. Instead, you tapped on that one cursed name that you couldn’t wipe from your mind and sent only two words.

Fuck you.

It took you two and a half hours to walk home. It could have been quicker if you weren’t in heels. After about half an hour of walking in them, your feet began to hurt. You used the pain to distract yourself from the jumble of thoughts in your head, and by the time you got home, you didn’t even want to look down at them. You couldn’t imagine how bad they looked, if the tingling and shooting pains were any indication. It now traveled up your legs and to your lower back, aching all over. At some point, the air nipped cold at your cheeks, and you finally noticed that it was because of the tears that now ran down them.

When you unlocked the door and stepped inside the warmth of your apartment was the first time you seemed to be aware of your surroundings. You froze just inside the door when a large figure blocked the light, making you look up at a scowling Suna.

“Where the hell were you? I was calling like crazy!” His voice was louder than his usual register, and more emotional. You blinked a bit and sniffled. Your skin felt stiff because of the dried tears. Your feet still screamed.

“Why are you here?” Your voice was low.

“I’m-” Suna’s eyes traveled down, and they widened slightly at the sight of your feet.

“What did you- did you walk?”

You sighed and lumbered past him, ignoring the pleading protests of your feet to get the weight off them. You finally sat down on the couch, feeling no better. The pain was still there. You kept your focus acutely on it, trying not to look at the one man who was causing your misery. But he seemed adamant on making himself known, kneeling before you to help take off your shoes. You jerked your legs away. Suna looked up at you, shocked.

“Don’t touch me.” Your voice was cutting.

Something flashed in his eyes. “Let me help.”

“I don’t need your help. I don’t need you.”

Suna reached for your shoe strap again. “Don’t be stubborn, omega.”

You felt your blood boil and you finally raised your voice. “Don’t call me that!”

He eyed you for a moment. “What? Omega? Aren’t you one?”

“Suna-”

He glared at you. Glared. A withering look that almost made you shrink. But your emotions were too great. You grit your teeth and didn’t say anything. Didn’t address the fact that you had called him by his last name for the first time in six years.

Suna peeled your shoes off your feet as gently as he could. But it hurt regardless, and you hissed when they finally came off. He ran soothing hands over the tender, angry skin. You tried not to think about his touch, tried not to sink into the feeling. But your efforts only made tears gather in your lash line once more. You eyed his raven hair, his head bent low to look at your feet. He sat cross legged before you, laying light touches on the swollen parts of your feet.

“Why are you here?” You repeated.

“Well, when my best friend texted me a colorful ‘fuck you’ out of nowhere, then proceeded to ignore all my calls, I was understandably worried.”

You sighed and looked away just before he could meet your eyes. He continued. “You wanna tell me what that was about?”

You didn’t reply, pointedly looking away. You cursed at the moment of weakness that caused your lapse of judgment and made you text him. Him showing up was your own mistake.

He exhaled loudly, looking down at your feet that he was still gently massaging. “I didn’t sleep with anyone.”

Your head snapped to him in shock, eyes wide and mouth dropped open. Suna didn’t look up, but his lips twitched into a little smile.

“That’s why you’ve been acting so weird, right? For the last few days? You were pissed and sad that your Alpha slept with another omega.”

Your mind reeled, and you sat frozen as you tried but failed to absorb Suna’s words. Your alpha?

When he looked up, his lips were tilted in a crooked smile. “I wouldn’t do that to you, baby.”

Again, you lurched. You tried to pull your feet from his grasp, to stand up and get away from him, put any distance between you two. Maybe his scent was making you heady. Maybe you were hallucinating. He gripped at your leg, making sure you stayed put.

“You’re- I don’t know what you’re saying.” You rasped.

Suna chuckled before sighing a bit defeatedly. “I wanted to confess in a more romantic way than this but you started being all distant and shit. I can’t see you like this.”

You couldn’t believe it. You had so many questions and not enough answers for the predicament you were in. And Suna’s pretty forest eyes didn’t help keep your head straight either.

“You- what do you mean confess?”

Suna’s hand ran up your bare calf lightly, you felt goosebumps rise on your skin.

“What do you think it means?” He countered in classic Suna fashion. Answering your question with a question. “Telling you that I like you. Taking you out. Courting you. Mating you. The whole she-bang.”

For the hundredth time today, tears filled your eyes. “Rin….”

He watched you, eyes forlorn as you silently weeped. His hand still rubbed comfortingly over your legs. Up and down, slow motions. His touch grounded you.

“You made me wait-” You hiccuped. “-for so long.”

Suna continued eyeing you. He leaned forward to rest his head on your knee. “I thought you knew how much I liked you. I spend all my time with you. I scent your clothes, dammit. I thought you weren’t saying anything on purpose. That you wanted to come to me on your own terms.”

You smacked his shoulder hard. He didn’t even budge. “You are such an asshole.”

Suna chuckled a bit before turning his head and laying a kiss on the side of your knee. The skin tingled. He pulled away only a hair, and his breath hit your skin. A chill ran up your leg. Suna turned his head only slightly, his eyes meeting yours. Your heart skipped. Heat ran down your body, settling at the base of your stomach.

His lips skimmed over the bare skin of your knee. His left hand, placed on your right shin, traveled slowly up your leg until it dipped below the hem of your dress. Your breath caught in your throat. Your core grew damp. Suna’s gaze heated up, and his lip twitched with a tiny smirk.

“I can smell you.”

You bit your lip when his hand traveled up, up, until his skin was meeting delicate lace.

“So wet, omega.” He nipped at your leg. “And I haven’t even done anything. So good for your Alpha. So ready.”

His unoccupied hand hooked under your knee and tugged until your hips reached the edge of your couch, until you were laying back on it. Your eyes didn’t leave him. His words ran straight between your legs, making you clench hard. You bit your lip and looked at Suna with teary eyes.

“Rin.”

You had nothing else to say. Suna let out a breathy laugh and increased the pressure of his thumb on your slit. You gasped.

“Will you be good f’me?” His voice was octaves deeper. “Let me eat out your sweet little pussy?”

His crude language made you moan. Suna finally moved, lips going higher over your thigh until he bypassed your body completely and leaned up to connect his lips with yours. You grasped the sides of his face, kissing him back hard and deep. You poured every emotion into that one kiss, letting Suna lap over your lips hungrily. His scent enveloped you like a comforter, one hand pushing up the skirt of your dress while the other’s movements grew more urgent on your clothed pussy. You were slicking up rapidly. You could feel it run from your hole and down your ass until it landed on the couch. You couldn’t give less of a shit if you were dirtying the furniture. Your brain was rapidly turning into mush as your omega preened under Suna’s attention, his tongue invading your mouth like it was his own and he was only reclaiming it.

“Pretty baby.” He rasped into your mouth. “Good little omega. Get wetter for me. Need to drink all your juice.”

Your face felt like it was on fire, and you whined right against his lips. When he pulled away, you tried to chase after him, already addicted to the high that his lips brought. Suna hummed in amusement and tugged on your panties, pulling them off your ankles. He pressed the fabric directly to his nose and breathed deep. You watched him with half lidded eyes as you bit your lip to hell.

“You smell so fucking divine.” Suna groaned. “Always thought so. Loved cuddling up to you. Being close to you. My lovely omega.”

You moaned again, feeling how you gushed at his words. You didn’t realize you were into praise, but when it came from Suna, it lit a fire inside you. You clenched hard around nothing, now acutely aware of your rapidly building need.

“Rin,” you gasped. “Please. Please.”

“I’m here, baby. I’ve got you.” He shamelessly pried your legs open. You let him. “I’ll take such good care of my omega.”

His first lick was a thick stripe up your open slit, filthy and hungry, before he licked harder and faster over your clit. You gasped at the contact, the urgent relief of finally having stimulation you were craving so much. Your fingers automatically buried themselves in his soft hair, tugging tight at the roots. Suna hummed his approval and suctioned his lips on your clit, lapping and slurping like he was a man starved.

He was glorious at it, eating pussy like it was his last meal, hands holding your thighs apart firmly so his movements were unhindered. Stars burst in your vision and your hips jerked, not sure if you wanted to lean into him or tug away from how intense it was. Your torso undulated and arched, tears ran down the sides of your face and you moaned unencumbered. Suna seemed to enjoy it, because he pulled off with a wet smooch and replaced his lips with his thumb, not leaving you dry for one second.

“So fucking delicious.” His voice had gone scratchy and wrecked. “Good fucking girl. Moan for me, baby. God, I could do this forever.”

You felt something prod at your entrance before two fingers rapidly sank into you to the knuckle, curling hard and rubbing at your walls. You cried out again, not even embarrassed by how wet the noises became, how potent your scent was becoming, you badly you needed to cum on his fingers or you didn’t know what you would do-

His lips sealed over your clit and you were gone.

Suna didn’t even slow his movements as you reached your high. He helped prolong it, sucking harder and pushing his fingers in and out of you, scissoring and curling until your walls felt abused and used beyond belief. You wailed and weeped as you dug your fingers into the couch cushion under you. You had slid so far down the couch that it nearly bent you in half. You tried to close your legs and Suna finally pulled out, kissing over your mound a few times before he leaned up and attached his lips to the skin of your neck, licking and biting lightly over your scent gland, trying to embed his own scent into you. The feeling of him so close to that spot had your mind reeling. You hugged him close.

“Bite me.”

Suna kissed you again. “Not like this.”

“But I love you.”

He chuckled and sucked lightly on your skin until it darkened. “Still won’t mate you on a couch. When I do it, it’s going to be with your cunt full of my knot.”

You flushed and groaned in embarrassment, feeling the way your core pulsed again. Suna laughed and nuzzled your neck.

“Don’t worry. I have a lot of loving to give you before we get there.”

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neos127 · 1 year ago

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park sunghoon x idol!fem!reader | stuck by the glue onto you

wc. 1.2k genre. strangers to lovers(??), pining + clingy hoon cw. none!! notes. idk what this is but this was todays daydream! so i had to write it into a fic (kinda messy bc it’s a brain dump but!)

you were laid out in your bed after a long day of practice, taking time to admire the view out your window while also scrolling through tiktok. you wanted to see if fans had watched your group’s new variety show with enhypen yet, knowing how excited both fandoms were after seeing the teaser.

when you scrolled onto a particularly interesting video, you sat up, your heart rate increasing as your eyes narrowed on the text.

‘sunghoon realizing that he’s in love with y/n’ was the caption in the middle of the screen along with ‘glue song’ playing in the background. you took a deep breath before allowing the video to play, already feeling butterflies invade your stomach.

CLIP #1

you were very nervous while being interviewed considering that your group had only recently debuted. it was your first week doing promotions and due to being a foreigner, you weren’t very confident with your korean yet.

as your shaky hands held the microphone close to your face, you began to stumble over your words. the dialogue on the script you were supposed to repeat suddenly blurring together. panic crossed your face for a split second, and mc sunghoon noticed that. he quickly mumbled the word you forgot into his microphone and you shot him a grateful smile before repeating and continuing with your small speech.

CLIP #2

you had remembered seeing this clip about a year ago, trying to brush it off even though the moment had never left your mind. apparently sunghoon couldn’t divert his gaze from you at an award show, his eyes practically sparkling as he observed you in your gorgeous dress. sunghoon rarely looked at any other female idols, so fans seemed to single out the moments when sunghoon’s attention was only directed onto you. when the two of you crossed paths, he smiled and politely bowed which caused you to do the same.

CLIP #3

your group was meeting enhypen for the variety show you had recently filmed with their group. everyone was shy and timid even though you had met each other many different times due to being under the same company. fans seemed to mostly focus on you and sunghoon though, who were very giggly and flustered. sunghoon’s ears turned a light pink as he shook your hand, his palms already sweaty due to the small encounter.

CLIP #4

sunghoon tried his best to be nonchalant about the fact that you had both been paired together for the field day activities, which was hard considering his long time crush on you. once the two of you started playing the games, you became more comfortable with each other. it seemed as if you two had been lifelong friends as you laughed and joked with each other.

the members teased him about being your shadow while completing missions, noticing how sunghoon never left your side even for a second.

CLIP #5

during your lunch break, sunghoon still seemed to follow you like a lost puppy. he timidly walked up to you, watching as you served yourself from the mini buffet the company set up.

“what are you eating?” he asked softly, causing to quickly look up at him with wide eyes. he scared you a bit, but the momentary surprise was soon replaced by comfort due to his presence.

“oh um…i was just combing some stuff. i came up with this really good combination, want to try it?” you asked, your tone becoming more light once you got over the initial shock of sunghoon being so close. sunghoon nodded his head in agreement, allowing you to take his plate and serve him.

when you had expected sunghoon to walk away and join the boys at a smaller round table to eat, he didn’t, keeping close as you looked around for an empty seat. since you concluded that sunghoon wanted to eat with you, you led him to a picnic table for two, smiling at the boy as he sat across from you.

the boys all gave him curious looks, the editors making small question marks appear above their heads as they observed you two. sunghoon didn’t seem to care— or maybe he simply didn’t notice, too focused on your pretty smile and the way your cheeks puffed up as you shoved rice into your mouth.

CLIP #6

while walking up a trail to find your next mission, you had nearly stepped into a deep mud puddle that would have definitely ruined your favorite pair of sneakers. sunghoon stopped you quickly, placing a strong arm in front of your torso to stop you from moving. you looked at up him with a raised brow before realizing that you had nearly stepped into the mess.

“ah, thank you.” you giggled nervously, feeling grateful that the gentleman next to you had been looking out for your safety. the boy mumbled a small ‘your welcome’ before grabbing onto your sweater and gently tugging you around the puddle. the action made your insides melt.

CLIP #7

when everyone had finished their respective missions and mini games, you were all called back to the picnic area where you had first started. sunghoon and a few other members were already there, waiting for the rest to arrive. the boy was about to sit down on the plush grass until he saw you and a couple of your group mates walk into the area. you sat down behind jay and a member of your group, causing sunghoon to look longingly at you. before he could even warn himself about being too obvious about his crush, he walked over and sat down next to you, a small smile on his face as your gazes met.

you looked at him for a second too long, causing you both to quickly look away in a flustered frenzy. you bit your lip to suppress a giggle, trying to focus on jungwon who was congratulating both groups for finishing the tasks.

CLIP #8

the clip was zoomed in, and you hadn’t even noticed that the camera had still been recording your actions. you and sunghoon walked away from the picnic area with the rest of your groups back to the car, playfully bumping shoulders as you trekked up a hill. it wasn’t much compared to the rest of the clips, but it was enough considering the compilation you had just watched.

you breathed out a shaky sigh before opening the comments, noticing how everyone cooed over the interactions and gushed over how sunghoon seemed to be enamored of you. people described how his eyes lit up whenever you smiled and how he had been attached to you like glue throughout the whole video.

you were a bit surprised that you hadn’t noticed how clingy sunghoon had been that day, only focusing on how you finally had time to get to know the boy more.

you smiled upon playing the video a second time, your finger hovering over the ‘share’ button before finally copying the link and sending it to sunghoon on a whim.

you waited all night for a response, barely being able to stomach down your dinner and constantly darting your eyes over to your phone that only seemed to light up from company emails and your group’s chat.

suddenly as you were getting ready for bed, your phone lit up with a notification from sunghoon. you quickly grabbed the device, toothbrush dangling out of your mouth as you read over the text message multiple times. a squeal threatened to emerge from the back of your throat once you had finally had processed his words.

[sunghoon: ah, i guess they caught me…it’s been hard to take my eyes off such a pretty girl ~]

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The One That Got Away (Almost) | one-shot

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: ex bf! jungkook, ex gf! reader, exes to lovers, second chances, wedding setting, mutual pining, angst, fluff.

Summary: You weren’t supposed to see him again. Not after everything. But when your mutual friends invite you to their wedding, you’re forced to face Jungkook—the boy who once had your heart, the man you never quite got over.

Word count: 3k+

Warnings: tension-filled reunion, emotional vulnerability, painful reminiscing, longing stares, unresolved feelings, mutual pining, a near kiss, ambiguous ending (or is it?), fluff and angst intertwined.

Inspired by: diamonddaze01's fic "hesitate"

MOODBOARD

A/N: something i whipped up in less than an hour lmaooo idk what this i was studying for my finals and then suddenly got inspired. not edited/proofread

The moment you step inside, a wave of warmth and laughter crashes against you, loud enough to drown out the doubts still clawing at your mind.

You shouldn’t have come. You knew that the second you reached the grand entrance, standing outside for far too long, debating whether to turn around and disappear before anyone noticed you. But now, it’s too late. You’re here—surrounded by the golden glow of chandeliers, the delicate scent of fresh flowers, and the low hum of a string quartet playing in the background.

Guests in elegant attire drift past you, their smiles easy, their conversations effortless. You, on the other hand, feel out of place. Like a misplaced puzzle piece in a picture you no longer belong to. Your fingers tighten around the small purse in your hands, grounding yourself, trying to suppress the voice in your head that keeps whispering this was a mistake.

And then—your eyes lift, almost instinctively, drawn to a presence you don’t even realize you’re searching for.

There he is.

Jeon Jungkook.

Standing across the room, looking just as devastating as the last time you saw him. Maybe even more. His dark hair is neatly styled, but there’s still a hint of unruliness to it, like he ran his fingers through it moments ago. The sharp lines of his tuxedo fit him perfectly, tailored to a body you remember far too well. But it’s his face that steals your breath—because it’s different now.

A small silver pierces through his eyebrow, catching the warm light as he turns his head slightly. Your stomach tightens at the sight of it. Then your gaze drops, lower, to his mouth—oh. There’s a ring on his lower lip nowtoo, resting at the corner like it belongs there, like it’s always been there.

But it hasn’t.

He didn’t have them before. Not when you knew him.

And yet, standing there,with his piercing gaze locked onto yours, it’s impossible to imagine him any other way. Like this is who he was always meant to be. Like the boy you knew is long gone, replaced by someone sharper, someone who looks like he’s seen more, lived more.

Jungkook doesn’t look away.

And neither do you.

Because the moment your gaze collides with his, time folds in on itself, pulling you back to places you swore you’d never return to. Memories flicker at the edges of your mind, ones you spent too long trying to bury. Ones that still have the power to unravel you if you’re not careful.

But as he lifts his glass to his lips—piercing catching against the rim, a slow smirk tugging at his mouth—you realize something else.

You’re not careful. You've never been careful.

Not when it comes to him.

The air between you tightens, crackling with a tension you don’t know how to name. For a second, neither of you move. Neither of you speak.

Then—he takes a breath, tilting his head slightly. His lip ring glints under the warm lights, the movement drawing your attention, and suddenly, you’re hyper-aware of everything about him. The sharp cut of his jaw, his muscular frame, the way time has altered him in small, striking ways—yet, somehow, he’s still unmistakably Jungkook.

You force yourself to approach. You can’t just stand here, frozen, when he’s already watching you with that unreadable expression.

"Jungkook," you say, your voice carefully even.

"Y/N." His lips curve, just slightly, but there’s something guarded in his tone. Something that wasn’t always there.

The polite exchange feels strange—stiff and unfamiliar, like wearing a shirt that no longer fits right. There’s an awkwardness to it, a hesitance. You’ve spoken to him a thousand times before, but not like this. Not with this much distance wedged between you.

Before either of you can find the right words, a voice cuts through the thick silence.

"Oh my God, you two!"

You barely have time to process before Hana, your best friend, who is glowing and radiant in her wedding dress, steps between you, beaming. "I can’t believe this reunion is happening at my wedding," she gushes, clasping her hands together.

Jungkook exhales a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, while you muster up a smile, though your fingers tighten around your clutch.

"You were inseparable back then," Hana sighs dreamily, glancing between you. "I honestly thought you’d still be together."

Your smile falters.

Jungkook chuckles, low and soft, but there’s something strained in the sound—something only noticeable if you know what to listen for. And you do.

Before you can respond, another voice joins the conversation.

"Yeah, you two were a team."

You turn just as Namjoon walks up, hands in his pockets, a knowing glint in his eyes. He nods toward you both. "If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you both planned to avoid each other tonight."

Your breath catches, fingers curling slightly.

Because he’s right.

You weren’t supposed to see Jungkook. You weren’t supposed to be standing here, side by side, being dissected by old friends who still remember you as a pair.

It’s too much. The past presses in too tightly, threatening to unravel the fragile walls you’ve built around it.

You clear your throat, shifting on your feet. "I should—um, I need to go check on something."

The excuse is weak, but no one stops you.

Jungkook doesn’t stop you.

You turn on your heel, slipping into the crowd, the weight of his gaze lingering long after you walk away.

The memory creeps in before you can stop it. It always does when it comes to him.

Maybe it’s the way his voice sounded just now—lower, more restrained, like he was holding something back. Maybe it’s the way his lips curved into that half-smile, the same one you used to know, except now there’s something different about it. Something heavier.

Or maybe it’s just this place—this moment—forcing you to remember.

The beginning of the end wasn’t loud. There was no big fight, no shattered glasses or slammed doors. It was quiet. Subtle. The kind of unraveling that happens so slowly you don’t notice until it’s too late.

It started with the missed calls. You’d stare at your phone, watching the screen go dark after ringing out, telling yourself he’d call back. Sometimes he did. Sometimes he didn’t. You told yourself it didn’t matter. That he was busy. That you were busy. That things would go back to normal soon.

But they didn’t.

Then came the growing distance—conversations that used to last for hours dwindled to minutes. The effortless ease between you started to fade, replaced by careful words and spaces that never used to exist. You still reached for each other, still tried to hold on, but it wasn’t the same. It was like grasping at something that had already begun slipping through your fingers.

And then, one day, you realized—neither of you was fighting for it anymore.

Maybe that was the worst part.

Not the silence. Not the aching loneliness that settled between you even when you were in the same room. Not even the final moment when you walked away, knowing it was over.

No, the worst part was knowing that, in the end, you had both stopped choosing each other.

You wonder if Jungkook ever regretted it.

If he ever picked up his phone and almost called you. If he ever looked at old photos, reread old messages, and felt the same pang in his chest that you do now.

But as you steal a glance at him across the room—his piercing catching the light, his expression unreadable—you realize you don’t have an answer. Maybe you never will.

The soft hum of a love song drifts through the air, weaving its way through the golden-lit ballroom. You recognize it instantly—one of those songs that used to play in the background of late-night drives and whispered conversations, back when everything between you and Jungkook was easy. When love felt effortless.

You should walk away.

But before you can, Hana’s voice breaks through your thoughts.

She appears beside you, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, come on," she teases, giving your arm a gentle push. "It’s just one dance."

You blink. "Hana—"

"Y/N."

His voice comes from behind you, deep and low, sending a shiver down your spine. When you turn, Jungkook is already standing there, hand outstretched, waiting.

The sight of him like this—watching you with quiet intent, his fingers inches from yours—it makes something in your chest tighten. His eyebrow piercing glints under the chandelier light, and for a second, you wonder how much has really changed between you.

You hesitate.

You should say no.

But you don’t.

Instead, you exhale a quiet breath and place your hand in his.

The warmth of his palm against yours is startling, a reminder of how well you once fit together. His grip is firm but careful as he leads you to the dance floor, and when his other hand finds the small of your back, you feel the air shift—like the past and present have begun to blur.

You move together, slow and measured, like muscle memory kicking in. The tension that once hung between you begins to soften, melting into something quieter, something almost tender.

But beneath it, the pain lingers.

It lingers in the way Jungkook’s fingers tighten slightly around yours. In the way his eyes search yours, like he’s trying to remember something he lost. Or maybe something he let go of too soon.

And then, softly—so softly you almost miss it—he speaks.

"Do you ever think about it?"

You inhale sharply, your chest tightening.

There’s no need to ask what it is. You know.

Your fingers curl slightly against his shoulder, and for the first time in a long time, you let yourself be honest.

"All the time," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook swallows. And when he looks at you, it’s not just him looking at you. It’s the boy you used to love. The boy who once knew you better than anyone else. The boy who, despite everything, still holds a piece of you.

He looks at you like he’s seeing a version of the past—one he still wishes was real.

The night air is crisp against your skin as you step onto the terrace, exhaling a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The muffled hum of music and laughter fades behind you, leaving only the quiet rustling of leaves and the distant hum of the city. You press your hands against the cool railing, tilting your head back to stare at the sky.

You needed this. A moment to breathe. To gather the thoughts that have been unraveling since the moment you locked eyes with Jungkook tonight.

But you’re not alone for long.

Footsteps echo softly against the stone floor, and then—

"Running away again?"

The voice is unmistakable.

You don’t turn around, but your lips twitch. "Maybe."

Jungkook exhales a quiet chuckle, stepping beside you. His shoulder is close enough to feel, radiating warmth, but he doesn’t touch you. He just leans against the railing, mirroring your stance, gazing out at the horizon.

For a while, neither of you speak. It’s not the same suffocating silence that had filled the space between you before—it’s something different. Something hesitant, fragile.

And then, finally—

"I should have fought harder." His voice is low, but there’s no mistaking the weight behind it. "For us."

You swallow, fingers tightening against the railing. "We both should have."

Jungkook turns his head, watching you carefully. His eyebrow piercing catches the faint glow of the terrace lights, but it’s his eyes that hold you captive—deep, searching, carrying years’ worth of unspoken words.

"I never stopped wondering about you," he confesses. "Where you were. If you were happy. If you ever…" He trails off, shaking his head slightly, as if the words are too much.

Your chest aches.

Because you know exactly how he feels.

Your breath trembles as you force yourself to meet his gaze. "I never stopped missing you."

Something shifts in his expression—something raw and unguarded, like he wasn’t expecting you to say it out loud. His fingers flex against the railing, and for a split second, you think he might reach for you.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, you stand there, under the vast stretch of stars, caught in the space between what was and what could have been.

The world narrows to this moment.

The distant laughter and music from the wedding fade into nothing. The cool night air, the stars overhead, the lingering scent of roses from the terrace garden—none of it matters. Not when Jungkook is standing this close. Not when his eyes are locked onto yours like he’s searching for something he lost.

You don’t know how long you’ve been standing there, just looking at each other. But it feels like forever. And yet, not nearly long enough.

Then, so softly you almost think you imagined it, his fingers brush against yours.

It’s the lightest touch—barely there—but it’s enough. Enough to make your breath hitch, to send a shiver through your skin, to remind you how it used to feel when touching him wasn’t a question, just instinct.

His hand lingers, and your fingers twitch, tempted to curl around his.

Jungkook shifts closer.

Your pulse thrums as his gaze flickers down—to your lips, then back to your eyes. You can feel the heat radiating from him, see the slight hesitation in the way he exhales, slow and measured, like he’s trying to steady himself.

Then, he leans in.

Just a little. Just enough that you can feel his breath ghosting over your lips, warm and intoxicating.

Your heart pounds.

And for one fleeting, reckless second, you think—Maybe this time.

But then—

"Jungkook!"

The name cuts through the night like a blade, shattering the fragile moment between you.

You both freeze.

His shoulders tense, his lips part like he wants to say something—but the spell is broken.

Reality crashes down.

The night is ending. You can feel it in the way the air shifts, in the distant sound of laughter echoing from the reception hall, in the quiet, unspoken weight pressing between you and Jungkook.

He stands before you, hands buried in his pockets, eyes flickering with something unreadable. For a moment, he just looks at you—like he’s memorizing your face, like he’s trying to hold onto something before it slips away.

Like he wants to say something.

But then, instead of words, he exhales softly and smiles.

It’s small. Sad. Fleeting. The kind of smile that carries years of unsaid apologies, of missed chances, of everything that could have been but never was.

And just like that, you know.

This is goodbye.

Behind him, Namjoon watches the exchange, arms crossed, shaking his head with the kind of knowing that makes your chest ache. “Some things never change,” he mutters, almost to himself.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe this is just another chapter of the same old story—one where you watch Jungkook walk away, and he lets you.

Maybe this is how it’s always meant to end.

Your fingers twitch at your sides. You should let him go.

But—

"Jungkook."

His name barely makes it past your lips, but it’s enough. Enough to stop him in his tracks, enough to make his shoulders tense before he slowly turns back to face you. His expression is guarded, hesitant—like he doesn’t want to hope but can’t help it anyway.

Your pulse pounds, hands trembling at your sides. You don’t have the perfect words, no grand speech or well-rehearsed confession. But maybe you don’t need one. Maybe all that matters is this.

"Would you stay if I asked you to?"

The night air hangs heavy between you, thick with anticipation. For a heartbeat, you think he won’t answer—that maybe you’re too late.

But then—

His lips part on a quiet, shaky exhale. And when he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper.

"I would."

Your breath catches.

Jungkook takes a step closer, then another, closing the space between you. His gaze flickers over your face—searching, waiting, making sure this is real. That you won’t take it back.

And you don’t.

For the first time in years, you choose him.

A slow, tentative smile tugs at the corner of his lips, chasing away the sadness that had been lingering there all night. His fingers brush against yours—warm, familiar, grounding.

This time, you don’t pull away.

This time, neither of you let go.

Maybe he was almost the one that got away.

Almost.

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lmk if u liked it <3 (if this gets a good response i may or may not write a part 2/drabble for this couple)

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