#she was so excited when i asked if she wanted to go for a ride

[sunniques]

— 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨

everyone in sunghoon’s life knows that there’s one person he will never let go of. his girlfriend finds this out too late.

❥ PAIRING: park sunghoon x female reader

❥ GENRE: best friend au, smut

❥ WORD COUNT: 8k

❥ CW/TW: yandere themes, infidelity, sunghoon can lift reader, vomiting, drinking, jealousy, possessiveness, nipple play, fingering, pussy job(s), oral sex (f), unprotected sex, riding, squirting, creampies, having sex while another person is in the room

NOTE: don’t like, don’t read.

Everyone knows Sunghoon has someone he’s madly in love with. His acquaintances know that it’s an amazing girl who he’s known for most of his life. His friends know it’s the girl who’s all over his social media and usually by his side. His closest friends know that it’s not his girlfriend, Song Jihyun.

No one ever brings it up because it’s obvious that Jihyun (and every girl before her) is a placeholder until he gets what he really wants. It’s not right, but Sunghoon never feels guilty. He’s never hidden how important you are to him, and he never will.

That’s why he doesn’t care that his girlfriend is eagerly waiting for his call like she does every night. Instead of acting like a caring partner, he’s more interested in drinking with you after bar hopping all night. It’s not like he can be fully to blame for his disinterest in Jihyun. You are, without a doubt, the prettiest, most alluring girl Sunghoon has ever seen. He would do anything to spend more time with you even if it meant disregarding his girlfriend’s feelings.

Even just drinking and talking with you is more exciting than any time he spends with her. That’s why he always keeps a bottle of wine for when you come over. You two have gone through a full bottle, and Sunghoon hopes you’ll be too tired by the end of the night to go home.

“You know how pretty you are?” Sunghoon sighs dreamily as he watches you drink the remainder of his favorite wine.

Endearing laughter fills the room as you nod. There’s a mischievous gleam in your eyes when you look back at your friend. “Yeah. I see how you and your friends look at me.”

Sunghoon’s gaze is lidded. He loves how confident and secure you are—how you’re not afraid to show it. Everything about you is completely mesmerizing, and he can’t help but want to have you all completely to himself.

“Me?” He tries to act surprised as he tilts his head.

You nod and give him a grin that has his heart pounding in his chest. He knows you can have any guy you want, and that’s why he has to push your buttons so he can get you where he wants you. 

“You couldn’t pull me.”

Sunghoon holds back a smirk when he sees that he’s successfully gotten under your skin. His cock starts to come alive when he sees you pause, eyes alight with a challenging look he recognizes all too well. 

“Is that what you think?”

You don’t let him answer. “I could, and we both know that. That’s why your little girlfriend hates me so much.”

It’s true. Ever since Sunghoon introduced Jihyun to you, she all but asked him to find another best friend. He was quick to shut that ridiculous idea down. There was a lot he was willing to do so he could be a decent boyfriend, but cutting you off was where he drew the line. If Sunghoon had any say, you would never leave his side.

Jihyun caught onto this almost immediately after she met you. The way her boyfriend’s eyes light up any time you enter a room or whenever he gets a call from you. How attentive he always is to your needs and how he practically drops everything to run to you—even when he’s balls deep in her. Obviously, Sunghoon is obsessed with you. It killed her to realize it, but Jihyun still refuses to let Sunghoon go. After all, no matter how much he likes you, he’s still hers. She is the winner in this, not you.

“You think I’m that easy?” Sunghoon says with a faint blush.

You smirk at him, tongue swiping your bottom lip to capture the remnants of wine. His eyes are locked on your movements, and you have to hold back a laugh.

“So if I asked you to fuck me right now, you wouldn’t?”

Sunghoon smirks, and your fate is sealed.

Minutes later, you end up on your best friend’s bed in only your underwear. Sunghoon stares down at you like a hungry beast as his large hands smooth over the inside of your thighs. You can see the thick outline of his cock in his underwear, and you have to stop yourself from squirming in excitement. 

“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he groans when he sees that your panties are starting to stick to your cunt.

Sunghoon savors the sight. He feels something insatiable burning inside him as he pulls your panties to the side. 

“Oh fuck me,” he whispers reverently. “You have the cutest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

His fingers delicately trace your slit before they circle your clit. Your best friend pulls away when you start to whine.

“So fucking pretty,” he moans before licking the juices from his fingers. “And you taste good. Fuck.”

Sunghoon’s pupils are blown wide when he finally pulls his heated gaze away from your pussy to meet your own half lidded gaze. “You’ll let me eat you out, right? Let me kiss and suck on this cute pussy until you cream on my face?”

“Fuck, Hoonie,” you whine, knowing you’ve gone too far, but feeling too good to stop. “What about Jihyun?”

Sunghoon’s fingers go back to toying with your wet cunt. You roll your hips up into the motion with a needy mewl. His brain hears you a second later, and he rolls his eyes. As always, you’re goading him into being honest for your own satisfaction. 

“What about her? She never has to find out.”

You smile and bite your lip as he slowly circles your clit until you whimper again. A mean grin spreads on your face. “Filthy boy. She must not be enough for you.”

Sunghoon doesn’t feel any guilt because this is something he’s wanted for a long, long time. His girlfriend is nice and sweet, but the intimacy between them is boring and unexciting. He’s never even fucked her raw.

“I knew it,” you laugh gleefully as your best friend’s fingers trail down your slit to gather more juices. “Don’t worry, baby. This’ll be our dirty little secret.”

Honestly, Sunghoon can care less if Jihyun does end up finding out. All he can think about is your pretty pussy as he presses his slick coated fingers down on your throbbing clit. He grabs you and tugs you closer until you’re straddling his lap. 

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, aroused by his display of strength. 

Your best friend smirks as he goes to nip at your collarbone. “Our little secret? I like the sound of that.”

With that, he dips his middle and ring finger into your soft pussy. You moan and clench around his fingers, eagerly bouncing on his lap. His bulge presses against you and makes your mouth drop open with a sigh. 

“Yeah?” You breathe out harshly. “You like that I’m gonna let you fuck my tight little pussy?

“That’s so—fuck. You’re so hot,” he scissors his fingers slowly in and out of your cunt. “I’m gonna treat this pussy so good, baby. Way better than I treat Jihyun’s.”

Your cunt clenches down on his fingers as you go to tangle your own in his hair. A loud whine escapes you as you ride his fingers, pussy wet and dripping all over his lap. 

“God, Hoon,” you mewl as he grinds his long fingers across your g-spot. “Right there, fuck.”

Shuddering, your eyes roll back as his fingertips rub the spongy spot at the front of your cunt until your arousal gushes around the digits. Sunghoon licks a stripe up your neck, eager to have you fall apart for him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, baby. Fuck. You always get me so hard every time I see you. Just want to shove my face between your thighs and eat you out until you’re crying.”

Your head is swimming as he tells you all his dirty desires. You’ve always known it, but hearing it out loud just makes it so much better.

“Hoon,” you sigh into his mouth when he goes to kiss you heatedly. “God, you’re so hot.”

“Fuck. I need to taste you before I fill you up,” he murmurs against your lips. “Need to kiss your sweet little cunt until you’re soaking my sheets.”

It shouldn’t sound this hot—him cheating on his girlfriend with absolutely no remorse—but you’re kissing him again as arousal pools in your abdomen. Sunghoon eases you off his lap before he spreads your legs and wedges himself between your thighs.

He slowly takes off your underwear, groaning loudly when he sees the clear strings of arousal connecting to your pretty lips and panties. His eyes are dark when you take off your bra and toss it somewhere in his room.

Sunghoon’s dark gaze drags up and down your body. It makes you clench and drip with more arousal. He drops to his elbows and pushes your thighs up to your stomach. He whispers another sweet praise before he licks a broad stripe up your slit with his tongue. You cry out loudly when the wet muscle circles your clit softly before pulling away. 

“So wet,” Sunghoon moans, kissing your pussy lips sweetly. “Fuck. I can’t wait to get my cock in this pretty pussy.”

“Hoon,” you moan when he goes back down on you. 

Lewd slurping noises mix in with your filthy moans as Sunghoon devours your pussy like he’s never tasted anything better in his entire life. His tongue spears you open before fluttering against your walls. He repeats the delicious motions until your toes curl and your eyes cross. Your best friend pulls away with a grunt, licking and sucking his way back up to your swollen bundle of nerves. Another loud moan tears from your throat as he starts to kiss and suck on your puffy bud.

One last swipe of Sunghoon’s skillful tongue has your thoughts slowly turning into mush. His tongue flattens and he laps at your cunt with broad stripes until your hips start to move to roll your pussy against his mouth. 

With a devious laugh, Sunghoon pulls back and moves his hands to spread your cunt. His cock throbs as your pussy pulses and glistens with your juices and his saliva. He groans at the erotic sight.

“So fucking pretty,” your best friend murmurs before he gently kisses your clit.

You whine desperately. “Please, Hoonie. I’m so close.” 

As always, he’s eager to give you what you want. Sunghoon fucks his tongue back into your pussy with a low groan that sends vibrations up your cunt. You mewl out his name as he buries his face into your pussy. His thumbs hold your pussy open, nose bumping and grinding against your clit with every toe-curling movement. Sunghoon fucks his tongue in and out of your clenching hole until you’re making a mess all over his sheets.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You moan as your hips roll into his face.

Licking back up your pussy, Sunghoon sucks your clit into his mouth and runs his tongue around the swollen bud until you’re writhing and yanking on his hair. You let out a loud cry as you toss your head back and soak Sunghoon’s face with your orgasm. Your best friend moans and drinks up all of the slick gushing from your pussy.

“That’s it, baby,” Sunghoon hums fondly. He kisses your messy pussy before straightening up. “You came so hard. Did it feel that good?”

You give him a fucked out grin before yanking him down to give him a sloppy kiss. Sunghoon swallows your moans as he gives you a taste of yourself. He grins before sucking your tongue into his mouth. Eventually, he pulls away and gives you the prettiest smile.

“My cock’s going to feel even better.”

That’s how you end up in his lap with your bare pussy grinding down on his clothed bulge. Your juices and his precum have soiled the fabric of his underwear, and you’re becoming more desperate with each grind. Sunghoon is patient enough to savor the moment as he watches you with hooded eyes.

“Wanna sit on my cock, pretty girl? Want me to stretch this cute little pussy out?” He coos as you continue to rub your needy cunt all over him.

“Yes,” you hiss when he moves his hips to meet your movements. “Let me sit on your big cock, Hoon.”

Sunghoon grins victoriously and lets you tug his underwear down to free his aching cock. He raises his hips to slip them off completely before settling you right back on his lap. You both moan in sync when his girthy cock presses against your dripping pussy.

“God, Y/N. You drive me crazy,” Sunghoon groans before he leans forward to take one of your stiff nipples into his mouth.

You whine when he sucks it into his hot mouth. “Fuck, Hoon.”

His dark eyes watch you as his tongue circles your nipple before he nips it with those pretty fangs of his. The sight has you dripping with more arousal as you slide your cunt up and down his throbbing dick. He switches to the other one, giving it the same treatment before he starts to leave gentle bites all over your pretty tits. The more he teases at your nipples, the more juices drip onto his dick. Sunghoon groans at the feeling of your pussy parting around his cock perfectly. 

“You’re soaking my cock with that cute pussy,” Sunghoon whispers against your heated skin. “You love having my mouth on your tits, don’t you, baby?”

“Yeah,” you whine. “I fucking love it.”

Sunghoon grins when you press his face against your tits, forcing him to suck your nipple back into his mouth. Your best friend groans when as he runs his tongue over your stiff bud until you’re tugging on his hair.

“Fuck, Hoon. I want your cock,” you mewl desperately. “Need to feel you inside me.”

“Soon, baby,” Sunghoon grunts as he continues to lathe his tongue over your sensitive nipple. “Let me finish having my fun first.”

You moan again, pussy leaking even more juices. To have Sunghoon worshipping your tits makes you feel a pleasure you didn’t think was possible. You run your nails across his scalp and down his neck, watching with a satisfied grin as his eyes flutter from your touch. His eyes lock with yours, and they’re completely dark as his hand slides down your body to thumb your slippery bud.

“Whose pussy is this?” Sunghoon wonders as he pinches your clit to make you cry out. “It’s mine, isn’t it, pretty girl?”

You nod through a needy whine. The sharp smack to your clit that follows makes you moan his name. Sunghoon smirks deviously as he repeats his actions until your cunt soaks his palm.

“Of course it is.” Sunghoon laughs in delight.

Then, he drags the leaking head of his cock up your slit to smack against your puffy clit. Sunghoon groans when he notches the head of his dick against your hole. You moan quietly when he sinks the tip inside your cunt. Your best friend laughs and pulls out of you completely. His grin is devious as you whine in protest. Once again, his leaking cockhead teases your fluttering hole.

“So hot and tight,” Sunghoon’s dark eyes seem to be sparkling as he looks up at you. “So fucking pretty.”

With that, he sinks the fat head of his dick back inside your fluttering walls. Your eyes roll back with a loud moan as you slide down his cock. The stretch is delicious, and you’re eager to take him down to the hilt.

“Gonna fuck this cute pussy until my balls are empty. Keep you stuffed full and dripping with cum.”

“Fuck, yes,” you moan as you bounce down to try to get Sunghoon to bury his cock all the way inside your pussy. “Want your cum, Hoonie.”

His large hands squeeze your ass as you lean down to kiss him. Sunghoon readily welcomes the messy kiss as he sinks you down on his cock. A loud plop fills the room once you sit on it completely. 

“Goddamn,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Feels like your little hole’s never had a cock in it.”

You whine at the praise, happy that your pussy is clamping down on the biggest cock it’s ever taken. “Never had a cock this big, Hoonie. I love it.”

“Yeah?” Sunghoon grunts as he rolls his hips up into you until his fat tip is hitting the deepest part inside you. 

You miss the pleased grin on his face when you slump against him with a fucked out nod. Sunghoon takes the opportunity to ram his girthy cock into your hot little cunt. His hips pump into you in a punishing rhythm, loving how you’re clearly already addicted to his cock.

“Want me buried as deep as possible, pretty? Want me to rearrange your guts until you cum all over my cock?” Sunghoon hisses against your ear.

“Yes, yes! I want it so bad, Hoon!” You moan as you start to roll your hips and clamp down on his dick.

Sunghoon lifts you up, letting his cock slip out halfway before thrusting up at the same time he drops you back down on his cock, plunging so deep in your pussy that it makes you scream. He repeats the actions with the most attractive smirk on his face. Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as he keeps using you like a fucktoy.

“That’s it, baby. Fucking scream for me,” Sunghoon groans as your pussy paints his cock with your juices. “Let everyone know how much you love my cock.”

Your cries of pleasure fuel the insatiable beast inside Sunghoon. He wraps a strong arm around your waist and flips you on your back while keeping his throbbing cock inside you. The carnal look you give your best friend has him pressing your legs to your chest. Your mind is dizzy with white hot pleasure as Sunghoon starts to drill his cock into your g-spot.

Filthy moans fill the room along with the lewd squelching coming from your cunt. Sunghoon pumps his cock into your greedy pussy, loving how your tits bounce with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping together mix in perfectly with your pretty cries of pleasure as he fucks you stupid. 

“You’re getting so tight around me, baby,” Sunghoon moans. His eyes are locked on where you’re connected, and just the filthy sight of being buried balls deep in your cunt pushes him closer to the edge. “Shit, Y/N. I’m gonna keep you on my cock until you’re cumming over and over again—fuck—gonna cream your little pussy until you’re full of me.”

Your eyes roll back at the promise, pussy clenching and dripping around his girthy cock. “Please, Hoonie. Fuck. Give it to me!”

Somehow, his thrusts get rougher. Loud cries spill from your pretty lips, and it makes Sunghoon drive his fat cockhead right into your g-spot. 

“I’m close!” You mewl, completely lost in pleasure. 

Sunghoon gives you a tantalizing grin before dragging his hand down your body to slap your clit. You writhe like you’ve been electrocuted, and Sunghoon laughs in delight as he goes to smack your clit again. He thumbs and presses into your clit as you grind into his movements. 

“Cream on my cock, pretty girl. Do it for me so I can fill you up with my load,” Sunghoon groans as he swoops down to give you a sweet kiss.

“Fuck, Hoonie. Fill me up,” you moan as he continues to run rough circles on your puffy bud.

Sunghoon pounds his cock into your squelching pussy so hard that it makes his bed shake. “I will, baby. Just tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

Even fucked out, you give him a teasing grin that he loves so much. “Yours, baby. Just yours.” 

“That’s right. All mine.” Sunghoon growls as he presses down on your clit until your toes curl. 

You cry out his name as the tight band of arousal in your stomach snaps. Sunghoon’s fingers and hips don’t stop even as your orgasm bleeds into a second one.

“Just like that, baby. Squeeze my fucking cock.”

“Cum inside me, Hoon,” you say deliriously. “You promised.”

Sunghoon’s moan is loud as he buries himself balls deep in your cunt, cock kicking and throbbing as your pussy milks him for every drop of his cum. You feel the hot spurts of his thick spunk filling your hole until it slowly drips out around his cock. He grunts and rocks his hips a few times, pumping the last ropes of his seed deep into your pussy before slowly pulling out. His dark eyes watch your messy pussy drip with his load, wanting nothing more than to go again.

Instead, he lays next to you and pulls you into his chest.

“You drive me crazy,” Sunghoon hums into your hair.

You grin into his collarbone. “I know.”

“Can you please answer Sunghoon’s messages?” Jay groans as soon as you let him into your house.

“Bro has not stopped bitching in the group chat,” Jake adds as he comes in right after Jay.

You try not to smirk as you lead your friends into the kitchen. It’s not like you meant to ignore your best friend, but after you two fucked you got unexpectedly busy and didn’t have time to hang out. After a few days, you realized unintentionally ignoring him made him react in a way that gave you a sick amount of pleasure.

“I did answer,” you say as you get some water bottles for them. “Told him I’d see him at Jihyun’s party on Friday.”

Jay raises a doubtful eyebrow while Jake zeroes in on the massive bouquet on the kitchen table. The size and detailed arrangement of the pretty flowers make it obvious that it’s expensive.

“Who are these from?” Jake wonders when he doesn’t see a card.

Luckily, you put the card in your room. It’s not like they couldn’t guess the flowers are from Sunghoon, but that card would go into details that you’re not ready to get into with them. Not yet, anyway.

“Don’t know,” you say casually. “There was no card.”

“You should throw them out.” Jay says.

“Yeah. What if they’re from some creep?” Jake exclaims as he recoils from the bouquet like it bit him. “Plus Sunghoon will actually crash out if he finds out some guy sent you flowers.”

“You don’t know that they’re from some guy!” You exclaim to cover the laughter bubbling in your throat.

“Guy or girl, it doesn’t matter. Hoon will still go crazy if he finds out someone is sending you flowers with romantic intentions.”

“He has a girlfriend,” you remind Jay with a small smirk.

Your friends roll their eyes at the same time. Everyone knows Jihyun is his girlfriend in name only. She doesn’t compare to you when it comes to where you stand in Sunghoon’s heart. 

“Sure,” Jake laughs. “Are you going to show us this dress or what?”

You squeal in excitement and lead them to your room.

The party is in full swing by the time you get there. You say hi to a few people before going to the kitchen to find Jake. As luck would have it, he’s in the middle of a conversation with Sunghoon. You try your hardest to keep the smirk off your face as you call their names.

You don’t miss the way your best friend’s eyes get dark once you reach them and give them friendly hugs. He doesn’t let you give him a side hug like you do to Jake. Sunghoon pulls you flush against his body and cages you against him.

“I missed you, baby,” he whispers in your ear. “You’ve been torturing me lately.”

You pull back just enough to look him in the face since he refuses to let you go. “I told you I was busy, Hoonie. Don’t be mad, okay?”

His arms tighten around your waist as he lightly sways you. The cute pout you’re giving him is irresistible, and he knows he won’t be able to pretend to be mad at you anymore.

“Park Sunghoon.”

Jihyun saying his full government name doesn’t make him let you go. Instead you two turn to her like she’s interrupting.

“Hey, Jihyun,” you say with a friendly smile.

Her glaring eyes flicker to you for a fraction of a second before they settle back on her boyfriend. “I need to talk to you. Alone.”

Sunghoon still doesn’t let you go, and you decide to have a little fun. “Go ahead, Hoon. I saw Hee earlier, and I want to go say hi.”

Sunghoon’s head snaps back to you, a dangerous anger already swimming in his pretty eyes. Lee Heeseung is a friend of Jay’s who you’ve hooked up with once before. The idiot thinks that he actually has a real shot with you. Everyone knows it, and Sunghoon thinks he’d rather break up with Jihyun right now than let you go anywhere near him.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him when you see that he still makes no move to let you go. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

Your words hold a promise and so does your gaze. It’s the only reason Sunghoon lets you go and wander off to find the boy with the stupidly pretty eyes. With a glare he turns back to Jihyun who’s red in the face and looks angrier than he’s ever seen her.

“What do you want?” Sunghoon asks, wanting to get her tantrum out of the way so he can go find you.

“I want my boyfriend to stop embarrassing me in front of all these people,” she hisses, close to tears.

Sunghoon rolls his eyes. He can’t believe he let you get away just for Jihyun to bring up some bullshit like this. “Here we go again. When are you going to stop being so fucking insecure?”

Jihyun sucks in a sharp breath like she’s been hit. Up until now, Sunghoon had never been mean or disrespectful even if he did things that bothered her.

“You looked like you would’ve literally kissed Y/N if I hadn’t walked in!” She exclaims hysterically.

Sunghoon rolls his eyes. “And what if I had? Don’t act like you don’t know how I feel about her—how I’ve always felt about her.”

Jihyun’s heart is pounding and her throat is tightening up. Yes, she’d known it, but she also thought he was starting to really like her. 

“So that’s it then? I was just a placeholder?”

Sunghoon rolls his eyes. “Think what you want, Jihyun. If you have nothing else to say, I’m going to go find Y/N.”

Before he can leave the kitchen, she stops him with tearful words. “You’re still mine, Sunghoon. I’m still your girlfriend no matter how you feel about her.”

There’s a tense pause, and just as Sunghoon debates breaking up with her, she says something that makes the most insane part of him snap.

“Y/N doesn’t feel that way about you. That’s why she’s never picked you in all this time.”

Jihyun lets out a quiet sob when her boyfriend walks away from her instead of responding.

Several shots later, Jihyun stumbles into her balcony where you and Lee Heeseung are talking and laughing. She scowls, hating that the second most attractive guy she’s ever met is also very enamored with you.

“Y/N, where’s Sunghoon?” She slurs as she stumbles into you.

Your eyes widen as you catch her. You help her stand, nodding back to the living room where Sunghoon is watching with the most predatory stare you’ve ever seen on him. “Over there.”

Jihyun unseeingly glances his way before settling her angry gaze back on you. “Is he watching me or you?”

“No idea,” you say placatingly. “Probably you since you’re his girlfriend.”

Even on the verge of blacking out, Jihyun catches the way you say that to her mockingly. She frowns again, stumbling slightly as she looks back at a watching Sunghoon.

“Will you get her some water, Hee?” You ask sweetly. “I think she’s had a little too much to drink.”

The boy gives you a pretty smirk. “Sure. Be right back.”

“Are you gonna fuck him?” Jihyun slurs as you settle her into one of the chairs. “He’s hot.”

You laugh a little as you watch her slump into an awkward position. “He is, but I don’t feel like fucking him tonight.”

“Then are you gonna fuck my boyfriend?” Jihyun wonders through a hiccup. “I know you want to.”

“It’s the other way around,” you say with a mean smirk. “You’ve always known that it’s the other way around.”

Jihyun scoffs, getting angry all over again. “You two really are best friends.”

It’s silent for a while until she looks at you with a determined glare.

“Why can’t you just leave us alone? Why can’t you go fuck Heeseung or Jake or–or anyone else that’s not my boyfriend?”

Jihyun sounds hysterical at this point, but you remain unfazed. After all, you’re not the third wheel here.

“Sunghoon is the one who can’t leave me alone. Why do you think he chose the same university as me? He’s the one who moved to the same city as me and always assimilates himself into my friend groups. You think he did all that just because he’s my best friend?” You laugh.

Only you know about his stalker tendencies, but you doubt Jihyun will remember any of this. Even if she does, you don’t care. You’re sick of her and her willful blindness.

“H-He did all that?” Jihyun feels like throwing up, and it’s not because of the alcohol.

You laugh again. “I think you’re mistaken about something, Jihyun. I’m not coming between you and your boyfriend. You’re the one who’s coming between Sunghoon and I.”

Jihyun’s head is spinning, and the last coherent thought she has gets in oblivion as darkness takes over her consciousness. You laugh again and go to help her up. Even though you don’t feel bad, you’re not mean enough to leave her passed out on her balcony.

“Let me help, baby.”

You let Sunghoon pick her up. He looks at you, waiting for his next orders. You smile and tell him to lead the way to her room. Sunghoon dumps Jihyun onto her bed, not caring to be gentle. You laugh and turn her on her side so she doesn’t choke on her vomit if she gets sick later.

Sunghoon stands behind you and settles his hands on your hips. “You look so good, pretty girl. I didn’t get to tell you earlier.”

“Did you break up with her?” You wonder through a grin.

“Not yet. Not until you tell me to.”

“You can do what you want, Hoon,” you say as he presses himself closer to you.

“What I want is to fuck you right here, right now.”

His nasty words send a thrill straight to your cunt. “Filthy boy. You want to fuck me on your girlfriend’s bed while she’s passed out?”

“She won’t know,” he says as he rolls his bulge into your ass. “And I’ve been wanting to break this bed in.”

You laugh in disbelief. Of course he wouldn’t have fucked Jihyun in her own bed. Instead he’s giving you that pleasure, and you can’t say it doesn’t please you. Arousal starts to make the fabric of your panties stick to your cunt. You bite your lip and let Sunghoon carry and set you down on the other side of the bed. He follows in suit and gives you a messy kiss. You moan into his mouth as he slips a hand under your dress to brush across your soaked slit.

“Fuck, baby. You’re already so wet. You want my cock that bad?”

“Yes,” you whine. “Probably as bad as you want this pussy.”

Sunghoon groans as he pushes your panties to the side. He uses his middle and ring finger to part your slick folds. You whine softly and roll your hips into his hand. 

“Gotta prep this tight little hole or I’m not gonna fit,” Sunghoon grunts. “Cute little pussy hasn’t had a cock this big in a while.”

He knows because he’s been watching to make sure it hasn’t. Arousal burns hot inside you as he fucks his fingers into your fluttering hole.

“Seems like you haven’t had some good pussy in a while,” you counter through a moan. “That loser doesn’t fuck you like you need, huh?”

Sunghoon groans when he finds the spot inside you that has your pussy squeezing down on his fingers. “No one compares to you, baby. Just look at this pretty pussy. It’s the best I’ve ever had.”

Your cunt clamps down on his digits again. A fleeting glance to the side confirms that Jihyun is still very much passed out. You grin and give him the look that drives him crazy.

Sunghoon slips his fingers out of you with a wet squelch and pops them into his mouth with a loud groan. “So fucking good.”

You watch with hungry eyes as he gets up and takes his clothes off. The tip of his fat cock drips precum down the length of it, making your mouth water for a taste. He grips the base and shakes his dick at you. Your clit throbs and your pussy drips with more arousal. He’s so big and thick. Just knowing he’s about to fill you up and stretch you out on his cock makes your pussy clench in eagerness.

You get up and push Sunghoon down on the bed. You slip your dress off, only leaving your panties on. He settles against the headboard as you straddle his lap, you trap his cock inside your panties, grinning as your dripping pussy rubs along his throbbing cock

“Fuck,” you whine as you grind slowly against Sunghoon. 

“God, baby,” Sunghoon groans as he watches your pretty tits bounce. “You know how to drive me crazy.”

“Yeah? You like feeling my pussy rub all over your fat cock?” You goad as you rock against him harder.

“You know I do,” Sunghoon groans as he tosses his head back when your clit catches in the tip of his cock. “Let me suck on your pretty tits, baby. I know you like when I do.”

Licking your lips, you lean forward and shove your tits in his face. Sunghoon captures one of your hard nipples in his mouth, sucking and licking like he can’t get enough. He groans deeply as his lips and tongue work one hard bud while his fingers tweak and pinch the other. Your hips keep grinding into him as arousal pulses in your clit. Sloppy sounds of sucking fill the room along with your moans and whines as Sunghoon lathes your tits with his hot tongue. 

“Fuck, Hoon. You’re so hot. Need your cock inside me,” you gasp as he bites your nipple and runs his tongue across it over and over until you’re squirming against him. 

“Think you deserve it?” Sunghoon wonders as kisses across your breasts, teeth nipping at the skin as he swaps to the other nipple. 

“Don’t I?” You wonder through a moan.

“I don’t know. You’ve been ignoring me, pretty girl,” Sunghoon says as he pouts up at you. “You know I hate that.”

“I’ve been busy, baby. Plus, you had your hands full with your little girlfriend.”

Sunghoon pinches your nipples hard until you’re grinding against him. “You know that loser means nothing to me.”

With that, he slides his girthy cock into your pussy. He’s so much bigger than you remember. The painful stretch has you arching your back in pleasure. You toss your head back with a loud moan as Sunghoon bullies his cock deeper into your pussy until he’s bottoming out. He kisses you sweetly as you sink down on his dick with a lovely moan.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Fuck. I missed this tight little pussy.”

You shove your tits into his face when his hands tighten on your hips. Sunghoon kisses across your tits, sucking bruises into the sensitive skin. With a deep groan, he suckles on one of your nipples eagerly until you’re bouncing on his dick. You let your hands hold onto his soft hair as you rock your hips down on his throbbing cock. Mewling, you tug on the silky strands as Sunghoon’s tongue laps across your swollen nipples. His hands move up to your waist as he fucks your hot pussy.

Your eyes cross as he pounds your fluttering hole. Neither of you care to be quiet even though Jihyun is lying next to you. That’s the last thing on either of your minds as Sunghoon buries his cock deep in your throbbing cunt. Sunghoon groans, suckling your hard bud deeper into his mouth. His cock kicks and throbs as you slump forward, messily smashing your tits into his face. 

“You’re gonna leave marks, Hoonie,” you whine as he nips at the swell of your breasts before pulling away. 

“But you like it, pretty. I can feel you squeezing down on my cock,” he grins, shaking the hair from his face as he tilts his head up. “Now give me a kiss.”

You whine in the back of your throat and drop your mouth down on his. Unlike most people believe, you’re just as weak to Sunghoon as he is to you. You’re just a little better at controlling it. 

Sunghoon moans in pleasure, licking into your mouth to run his tongue against yours teasingly. He tugs you closer, and the kisses become more sloppy. He laughs softly when your fingers drop from his hair to cup the back of his head, pulling him forward until there’s no space between you. 

Even after you pull away for a short breath, Sunghoon just tugs you back in for another messy kiss, his hot tongue licking into you once again.

“You have no idea how bad I missed you, baby,” Sunghoon whines as you keep rolling your hips into him. “You gave me the best sex of my life and then pretended like I didn’t exist after it.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” you say, pussy fluttering when his cock grinds against the spongy spot inside you. “I didn’t do it on purpose. You’ll forgive me, right?”

“You know I will,” Sunghoon coos up at you, letting one of his hands drop down to tease your swollen clit. “But to make it up to me, you’re gonna let this sweet pussy milk a nice thick load outta me, right?”

“Fuck yeah. I’m gonna milk your cock so good, baby,” you slur, arching your back so your tits brush against his mouth. 

He grunts and bites at your soft tits. “That’s it, squeeze my cock.”

You whine, body jerking as he pinches and rubs your pudgy clit. Sunghoon sucks each of your nipples between his teeth before running his tongue across them. The coil in your stomach is winding tighter and tighter as Sunghoon teases your nipples and clit at the same time. 

“Oh!” You gasp. “I’m gonna cum, Hoonie—!”

A loud cry spills from your mouth as you clamp down on Sunghoon’s dick, pussy walls fluttering and milking his throbbing cock as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“So fucking hot,” Sunghoon groans as he fucks his cock up into your squelching pussy. “Fuck. Gonna make me cum, baby. Ready to get your cute little pussy creamed?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you moan, digging your nails into his shoulders, making him curse under his breath and bury his cock deep into your sopping wet hole. 

You feel rope after rope of hot, sticky cum spurt inside your cunt. It doesn’t stop. You’re stuffed so full that it leaks out around his throbbing cock. 

“So pretty,” he places open mouthed kisses across your clavicle up to your neck, letting his tongue tease across your skin. “My pretty girl.”

You sigh, feeling blissful and completely satisfied. He tugs your head down to kiss you softly at the corner of your mouth. You two kiss for a while until you have another urge.

“I want more.”

Sunghoon gives you a filthy grin and slips out of you to lay you on your back. He kneels in front of you and rips off your panties in one fluid movement. You mewl when he slides his aching cock between your messy pussy lips. His cock rubs against your slick folds and across your clit deliciously. With a whimper, you spread your legs to entice him.

“Please, Hoonie.”

His leaking cockhead presses against your hole but doesn’t sink in any further. He grips his cock and rocks the tip in and out of your cunt. Sunghoon slaps the fat head of his dick down onto your wet pussy. “I’m gonna stretch this little pussy out until you’re shaped like my cock.”

With a filthy moan, your eyes flicker over to Jihyun. She’s still passed out, completely oblivious to all the filthy things her boyfriend is doing to you on her bed.

Sunghoon clicks his tongue. “This pretty pussy wants my cock, huh? Look at how wet it is.”

“Just fuck me, Hoon,” you whine. “Please.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when Sunghoon finally sinks his thick cock into your hot cunt inch by inch. He buries himself to the hilt with a deep grunt.

Your pussy flutters and pulses around his cock as your juices coat his length. “Fuck, it’s so big.”

“Yeah, it is,” he laughs before kissing your temple. “And your cute pussy is a perfect fit. So tight and wet.”

You scream in pleasure when Sunghoon starts to fuck you with hard, deep strokes. Eyes rolling back in your head and toes curling in pleasure, you rock your hips against his thrusts. His pelvis grinds against your clit every time he bottoms out in your cunt, making your pussy grip his cock like a vice.

Just knowing his girlfriend right next to you as Sunghoon pounds into your needy pussy makes everything feel so much better. 

Sunghoon drops all his weight on you, pinning your body to the bed and grinding the fat tip of his cock into your cervix. Tongue feeling heavy and useless, you babble out his name. That’s his cue to pump  his cock in and out of your greedy pussy so fast that it sounds obscene. Loud, wet squelches and the slap of skin are barely heard over your own cries and screams as Sunghoon fucks you stupid. 

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he whispers with a grin. “Gonna fill up this slutty pussy.”

“Yes!” You cry out. “Do it, baby. Cream this tight little pussy!”

Sunghoon swivels his hips, the fat tip of his cock rubbing against your g-spot hard enough to make you squeal. “Just look at you. Fucking gagging to have me stuff you full. Fuck. You love my cock rawing this sweet little pussy.” 

You tangle your hands in his hair and bring him closer for a dirty, tongue-filled kiss. Your pussy grips his dick tightly as you whine impatiently. “Want you to cum in me.”

“Fuck, baby. What if Jihyun wakes up and hears you?” Sunghoon laughs in your ear, dick harshly rutting in and out of your squelching cunt. “This cute pussy’s so loud. You’re gonna get us caught.”

“Don’t care,” you whine, nails digging into his bare shoulders. He hisses in pleasure, thrusting harder into your clenching heat. “She knows you belong to me.”

Sunghoon’s cock throbs in delight. “That’s right. And you belong to me. That’s why this tight pussy can’t stop creaming my cock,” He coos in your ear. 

Eyes fluttering closed, you moan loudly, legs wrapping around his waist to lock behind his back. Sunghoon groans as his hips roll against yours, cock plunging deeper into your dripping hole. “Gonna blow my load in your greedy cunt until you can’t handle it.”

Pulling out suddenly, he grips your hips to manhandle you over onto your front. He yanks your ass back, pressing his palm on your shoulders to push your head onto the pillow. His cock bullies back into your sopping wet pussy. Filthy plap plap plap sounds fill the bedroom along with your cries of pleasure. 

You moan into the pillow, drool soaking the material as Sunghoon rails you into the bed his girlfriend sleeps on every night. Eventually he slows his pace, dragging his dick halfway out before sinking back in. “Whose cock is better, mine or Heeseung’s?”

“Huh?” Your brain is mush at this point, your thoughts concentrating on cumming all over his cock while he creampies you. 

“I said, ‘Which cock is better?’” Sunghoon punctuates his question with thrusts deep enough that his tip bumps your cervix, making you moan weakly. “‘Mine or Heeseung’s?’”

You stumble over your words, not able to think until he reaches under your body to play with your clit. 

“Better question,” he purrs into your ear. “Which cock do you love more?”

“Yours, Hoonie,” you cry out when he fucks his cock deeper into your cunt. “Love your cock. It’s the only one that makes me cum.”

Sunghion smirks as he pounds his cock into your drippy hole. “And? What else?”

“A-and it’s the only cock I want to creampie my pussy,” you mewl, thrusting back against him. “Please, Hoon. I want you to cum in me. Cum in my little pussy.”

“Goddamn,” he groans, fucking you so hard and fast the bed shakes. He slips his hand around your hip and begins rubbing your slippery clit in quick circles. “Good fucking girl. So fucking good—fuck! Cum for me. Need to feel this slutty pussy creaming my cock so I can fill you up. Cum for me, so I can give you what you want.”

He slaps your clit with the flat of his fingers, and it pushes you over the edge, climax overtaking your body. You squirt with a loud cry of his name. Slick gushes from your hole and completely coats his pelvis until it’s running down your thighs and ruining Jihyun’s sheets

“Fucking shit. That’s it, baby. Show me how much this pussy likes my cock,” Sunghoon moans. 

You tremble and cry out, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the noise. Fireworks explode behind your eyes while your pussy milks his cock over and over, dripping slick all over the two of you. 

“That’s it, fuck, gonna cum inside you nice and deep like I promised,” Sunghoon curses under his breath and thrusts against you a few more times before sinking his cock inside you to the hilt. 

Hot, thick spurts of cum fill your fluttering walls until it spills out around his cock. Rutting against your ass, he grinds his cock in your pulsing cunt. After a few minutes, he takes in a deep breath and pulls out with a low groan. You lay there, panting heavily into the pillow, body completely spent. 

He smacks the head of his cock against your sensitive and puffy cunt, “Since this naughty little pussy is just pushing out all my cum, guess I’ll have to stuff it again.”

You wiggle your ass in agreement.

Jihyun wakes up with a terrible headache. She recognizes her room, and she has faint memories of a conversation with you before it all goes black. When she slowly sits up, a nasty, familiar scent hits her. She looks around, eyes zeroing in on the filth left on the opposite side of her bed. She feels sick, and before she can process anything, her phone buzzes.

Several messages are waiting for her, but the one that sticks out is the one of a video her friend sent to her. It’s a short, five second clip of Sunghoon carrying her into her room with you following behind.

It doesn’t take long for Jihyun to put two and two together. She leans over and retches, emptying the contents of her stomach on the floor beside her bed. Tears and pathetic sobs follow, and she can’t help but think that she should’ve believed Sunghoon when he said he was never going to let you go.

[fallinallincurls]

forever is just on the horizon

this is my entry for @wyattjohnston's 2025 summer fic exchange! thank you so much for hosting as always! my fic is for @brockkboeserr! i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it!

hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated! xx

word count: 2.7k

Quinn loves the summer. He always has.

When he was a kid, it meant long days in the sun without a care in the world. It’s the same now, but he enjoys just being able to spend time with his brothers, who are always across the country for almost the entire year, his family and some of his closest friends without the worry of hockey looming over his head like it does during the season.

Is he doing enough as captain? How can he improve his game to be even better? What went wrong during that losing skid? How else can he help the team win and make the playoffs?

All of those questions are silenced in the summer when Quinn makes the trip back home to Michigan to spend the next three months on the lake with the people who mean the most to him.

This year though, his summer is going to look a little different than usual.

You’ve spent most of the last three summers in Michigan with Quinn, but he decided to take a leap of faith and make a plan to visit somewhere that holds a special place in your heart. 

Cape May, New Jersey.

Because both Jack and Luke play in New Jersey, he’s visited a few times to see them and of course, he’s gone with you to see family and take trips to some of your favorite places. He’s seen what a summer looks like on the Jersey shore, a place that holds so many memories for you as someone who grew up in the state. And getting to see it through your eyes filled him with an excitement he couldn’t explain.

So far, Quinn’s been to the beloved aquarium in Point Pleasant where you “aww'ed” at every animal there and danced the night away with you at Jenks right across the boardwalk. He’s played almost every game on the Seaside Heights boardwalk to win you a pile of stuffed animals before you pointed out what you loved most here as a kid before the hurricane hit while sharing a waffle ice cream sandwich. He’s visited the incredible pinball museum in Asbury Park and kept track of your scores on each machine to see who won more before admiring the art sprawled across buildings and going to a concert at the Stone Pony.

He’s taken a picture with you in front of the iconic Wildwood sign and spent the day on the beach until it was time to tackle a few rides on the boardwalk and constantly watch for the tram car. The two of you even got those cheesy matching t-shirts on the boardwalk that said “I heart my girlfriend” and “I heart my boyfriend” because you said it’s a Jersey Shore novelty and you’ve always wanted to get a matching shirt with your boyfriend.

Quinn has spent long beach days in Long Beach, laying in the sun, searching for sea shells and swimming in the ocean even though it became a giggly competition to dunk the other. He loved surfing in Ocean City, something else you had done growing up, and played more mini golf than he ever has in his life (you won every single time).

But you haven’t had the chance to show him the town that is hidden behind the famous Exit 0 sign on the parkway. Despite that, Quinn has listened to you tell him all about the amazing memories you’ve made in the beach town, list out the town’s must see attractions and recount how romantic the sunsets are there.

So Quinn decided this year was finally when he was going to take you back to Cape May and experience its magic firsthand.

“Are you sure your mom won’t be upset that we're leaving for a few days?” You ask for the millionth time since Quinn surprised you with the trip back to Jersey. “We got here late this year and I feel like we haven’t spent a lot of time with your family yet.”

“I promise, she’s more excited for this trip than we are.” Quinn says, his voice soft and reassuring. “Besides, she’ll be just as happy to see us when we come back so there’s nothing to worry about. Jack and Luke probably won’t even notice we’re gone.”

You smile, knowing everything Quinn said is true. And that is how you currently find yourself getting ready for the day in the cutest beach house in Cape May. 

The warm sunlight filters through the windows and the sound of waves crashing against the shore gives you a sense of calm and excitement at the same time. The two of you have spent the first few days here at the beach, checking out some of your favorite spots and just getting lost in each other without any interruptions. 

Today though, Quinn said he had a few things planned but wouldn’t give away any of the details. He did give in his input on your potential outfits so you at least dressed for whatever the occasion is and still looked beautiful (which he insisted over and over again). 

“Almost ready, love?” Quinn asks, stepping into the bathroom. You see him in the mirror’s reflection and can’t help but smile. Like always, he looks so handsome. His brunette curls are perfectly messy, exactly how you like them, a soft but charming smile is on display across his lips and he’s wearing a button up linen shirt with a pair of shorts. Of course you notice how the top few buttons of the shirt are undone and how the shorts fit him just right. 

“Wow, look at you, babe!” You say with a beaming smile, finishing up your mascara before fully turning to face Quinn. Without a second of hesitation, you close the space with a quick, loving kiss. “You always clean up nice, but something about you in the summer always gets me.”

A wild blush spreads across Quinn’s cheeks as he pulls you impossibly closer to him. “Don’t even get me started on how gorgeous you look.” He whispers in your ear, hands wandering a little too low.

“Not until later! You picked out this yellow sundress and said we have plans so we cannot be spending any more time in this room.” You exclaim with a giggle, intertwining your fingers with his. “Let me just grab my purse and we can go.”

There’s a flash of something across Quinn’s face but it’s gone before you can identify the emotion. With one last kiss to his cheek, you collect your bag and he leads you out to the car.

Asking any questions about the day’s plans is fruitless because Quinn won’t give a single clue no matter how hard you try. But during the drive, with Quinn holding your hand over the main console, you notice the familiar road that leads to a very specific place.

“We’re going whale watching?!”

You can’t contain your excitement the moment the sign comes into view as Quinn turns into the parking lot. His smile is currently rivaling the sun and that chuckle you adore so much fills the car.

“We are. I remember how you told me this used to be one of your favorite parts about Cape May and today seemed like the perfect time to do it.”

A little squeal slips past your lips while your heart swells with so much emotion it’s hard to describe. Once upon a time, there was a little girl who dreamed of showing her boyfriend all the places and things she loved and it still feels surreal that you’re doing just that with Quinn.

And even though you tell him quite often, it still feels like you don’t remind him enough of how special he is. How much you cherish him for being who he is and for loving you so unconditionally.

Once the two of you are settled in seats on the deck with the perfect view of the blue ocean surrounding you on all sides, you place your head on Quinn’s shoulder and wrap your arm around his.

“I love you,” You murmur softly. “Thank you so much for this.” Quinn presses a sweet kiss to the top of your head in response. 

“I love you too, more than you even know.” And although you’ve heard Quinn say that a million times since you’ve been together, something about those words feel different in this moment. You just don’t know why.

It must’ve been your lucky day because throughout the boat ride, Quinn points out every whale and dolphin sighting with a grin on his face. You spend plenty of time trying to time taking a selfie with one of the ocean animals, but each attempt is a failure even though both of you end up in a fit of laughter. 

You couldn’t have asked for anything better and the pure elation coursing through your veins as you look through all the photos while the boat heads back to shore is a dead giveaway about how much you enjoy being able to do this with Quinn.

“Okay, what’s next?” The question is eager, but the anticipation about the rest of what your incredible boyfriend has planned is starting to get to you.

“Still not saying anything. Everything about today is a surprise.” Quinn teases, opening the passenger side door to help you in the car.

“Q, that’s so unfair. A little hint would go a long way. The anticipation is killing me!”

“I promise it’ll all be worth it.” 

And like always, Quinn is right because the next part of his plan is dinner at a gorgeous beachfront restaurant that is the perfect mix between homey and sophisticated. You followed Quinn out to the patio right on the beach in a daze, taking in all the details of the establishment around you. The restaurant and its location is truly stunning, a hidden gem in a town you’ve loved for so long.

“This is amazing.” You say after you both order. “Thank you, babe. You didn’t have to do all of this.” That familiar blush spreads across Quinn’s cheeks again.

“You deserve nothing less. I just wanted today to be special, that’s all.” He replies, reaching for your hand across the table and gently rubbing his thumb over your skin.

Dinner is amazing, but throughout the meal, you get the sense Quinn is nervous about something. He’s still his usual self, smiling at jokes and complimenting you while the two of you talk, but there’s a flicker of anxiety lingering in his eyes.

You become aware of how Quinn is trying to hide whatever it is he’s feeling nervous or insecure about when the meal is pretty much over and before you can ask anything he’s paying the check and ushering you back out to the car. It’s almost like whiplash, savoring how amazing that time with him was but also wanting to take care of him above anything else.

With a squeeze to his hand and a sweet kiss, you silently reassure Quinn that you’re there for him no matter what. You catch a glimpse of a soft smile tugging at his lips and can’t help wondering just what is going on inside his head.

“What’s next, captain?”

“Babe,” Quinn groans, his head dropping back to the headrest of the driver’s seat. His gaze drifts over to you and his eyes are a mix of lust and playfulness. “You know you can’t say that to me when we can’t do anything about it.” He says, his hand sprawls across your bare skin and gives your thigh a knowing squeeze.

“Nothing is stopping us.” You shrug, meeting Quinn’s eyes.

“There is actually. The last stop I planned for today, which is going to be the best part yet.”

“Okay. Then let’s go.” The smile on your face is radiant as that same sense of anticipation returns. The entirety of the short car ride is full of you and Quinn singing along to all the songs on his playlist and admiring the scenery as it passes by.

It doesn’t take long for you to recognize the single lane road Quinn is on, knowing exactly where it leads to.

“Are we going where I think we are?”

“That depends,” Quinn starts, his voice full of happiness. “If it involves sunsets at a very perfect beach, then you’d be correct.”

And at that moment, the very well known Sunset Beach sign comes into view as Quinn pulls the car into the parking lot. There are so many emotions humming through you right now: joy, anticipation, love and elation. You have been looking forward to bringing Quinn here for so long and the fact it’s finally happening doesn’t feel real.

“I finally get to show you why sunsets here are so magical!”

“You do,” Quinn replies, taking your hand in his to walk towards the beach.

The sun sits just over the horizon, painting the sky the most breathtaking orange and pink. With every passing second, the sun continues to sink lower and lower and every single person on the beach seems to be in a trance because of the earth’s beauty.

“Wow,” The word is nothing but a whisper on your lips as you take in the scene. “What are you thinking?” You ask Quinn, feeling that giddiness in your heart again.

“That is one of the most beautiful places ever. You haven’t exaggerated it one bit.” Quinn murmurs, kissing your temple as you both stand there for a moment more to admire every detail of the upcoming sunset.

“Before the sun actually sets, we have to look for Cape May diamonds!” You exclaim, pulling Quinn forward a bit. “It’s basically a tradition and you need to experience it for your first visit here.” It doesn’t take long for you to spot one of the crystal clear circles among all the rocks and sand on the beach. Quinn takes notice of the example and as the two of you walk near the water, he keeps his eyes peeled for the special diamonds.

At some point, you let go of Quinn’s hand to wander a few feet in front of him. You get lost in the simplicity of searching through the rocks for Jersey’s literal hidden gems and the soothing sound of the waves washing up on shore that the first time Quinn calls your name, you don’t even hear it.

“Y/N! Look at this one I just found.”

“Ooh, let me see!” You say excitedly, turning around and hurrying back to where your boyfriend is on the beach. But one look back has you stopping in your tracks, pure shock rolling over you. A hand flies up to your mouth in disbelief and happy tears immediately start to gather in your eyes.

Because right in front of you on the beach you adore is the love of your life down on one knee with a stunning ring in his hand.

“Quinn,” You start, but your words die out in seconds as you admire him and try to process what’s happening.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while now, but it didn’t feel right unless it happened right here.” Quinn starts, a blush creeping over his cheeks and he seems a little nervous but happy at the same time. “Y/N, since I met you, I’ve known you’re the one I’m meant to spend the rest of my life with. No one else has ever made me feel as safe, loved and comfortable as you do. I want nothing more than to take on the rest of our days together as husband and wife. Will you marry me?”

“Yes! A thousand times yes!” You say through tears and Quinn wastes no time slipping the gorgeous ring onto your left hand before sweeping you in for a deep, loving kiss. Time stops. Despite everyone else on the beach looking on and their claps of celebration mixed with the sounds of summer surrounding you, right then, it feels like it’s only you and Quinn at this moment. 

That is until the loudest cheers burst out from somewhere nearby. You reluctantly pull away from Quinn, who also can’t stop smiling, and look around for where the raucous is coming from. Only to find none other than Jack and Luke Hughes hollering in excitement with the rest of yours and Quinn’s families behind them. 

It couldn’t have been more perfect. You know the rest of your life will be full of nothing but happiness and love because Quinn will be by your side and there isn’t anything else you could ask for.

[wonyology]

New License, New Feelings

(m!reader x ITZY's YUNA)

masterlist

Summary: Shin Yuna just got her new license, and the first person she wants by her side is her best friend. Somewhere between the open road and quiet glances, it becomes clear: both of them wants more than just friendship.

Tags(?): fluff, friends to lovers, slice of life

YUNA x yourself/Original Male Character

Word count: ~6.7k

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[신공듀👸]

(Princess Shin👸)

i’m waiting~ can’t wait for you to get here 

finally~ 😚

this day has come 🚗🪪

[You]

almost there 

come down 

ㅋㅋㅋ

The light turned red at the intersection, giving you a brief pause in the slow hum of city traffic. Your phone buzzed again and you glanced down.

Four selfies appeared. You let out a soft laugh at those. Especially at the last one, Yuna was sticking out her tongue just a little, eyes looking in the other direction - in that silly, intentional cute way she always did. You stared at the screen longer than you should’ve, thumb hovering over the keyboard but not quite tapping it.

I’m so screwed.

You’d been crushing on Shin Yuna hard since middle school - back when you two sat together and she kept doodling on your notebook, back when Yuna’d called you her “favorite idiot” and made it sound like a compliment. You loved it anyway.

You two’d seen each other through every phase: middle school, high school, university and now - this chaotic, human sunshine of a girl who was somehow still the same Yuna underneath it all. And no matter how hard you tried to move on, you always circled back to her.

The light soon turned green as you tucked your phone down in the cupholder and drove the rest of the way with a dumb smile on your face.

Today’s gonna be a long day.

The turn to her apartment complex felt like the start of something new, though you weren’t quite sure what. You pulled up near the entrance and barely had any time to park properly before the glass lobby doors burst open. 

Shin Yuna.

She stepped out with her red hair simmered under the morning light like she’d just gone to the salon early in the morning just to get her hair done for this. A pink handbag hung off her shoulder. She was waving with her phone and sunglasses both in one hand. 

Damn, Shin Yuna was stunning. 

Your eyes trailed involuntarily down to her outfit. She wore a cropped white tee and low rise baggy black jeans, hanging on her hips in that maddening way.

Her hips… her hips. 

You swore you weren’t a pervert or anything but Yuna knew what she did wearing that. You’d known her forever. Long enough to know the difference between the usual playful Yuna and the dangerous Yuna.

She’d done this a few times before. That time last year she wore jeans two sizes too small and asked you to reach something off the shelf while stretching like a cat underneath you? Definitely not an accident. Or the way she somehow had to get up and go to the bathroom whenever you two hung out at a PC bang, brushing her hips against you every single time like it was part of some game she knew only she was winning.

Shin Yuna knew how dangerous she was.

And now here she was, swaying toward your car like she had all the time in the world - hips moving in that same old rhythm. The spring light shined over her hair, her shirt riding up just enough to make you brain lag. You gripped the steering wheel, heart thudding. 

When Yuna got closer, she dashed toward the passenger side, yanking the door open with a giant grin.

“AHN JAEWONNN~” she beamed in a singing voice. “Your princess has arrived.”

You tried to play it cool, but the helpless smile on your lips betrayed you.

“This excited already? Dramatic, much?”

“Shut up.” she huffed. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment since I passed that test. You’re so lucky you get to witness my debut.”

“Why me? Why not Ryujin-noona, Yeji-noona and… I don’t know, your dad?”

She pouted. “My dad doesn’t trust me enough with his car. Ryujin unnie and Yeji unnie didn’t either.”

“Oof.” you stifled a laugh. “Very smart people.”

She narrowed her eyes and then smiled sweetly again.

“But you, Ahn Jaewon~ you’re my best friend. And you taught me to drive, remember?”

“That’s all?”

“Nope.” she said, tilting her head. “I also like your car.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. Yuna grinned at you from where she stood, hand still on the door. 

“Now… get out~” she said, voice teasing but had that familiar stubbornness.

“Huh?”

She nodded toward your seat. “Out. Driver’s seat. Mine now.”

“I said you could drive when I decide it’s the right time.”

Yuna gave you that trademark whine of her - the one that she knew would always work on you. It’d gotten Yuna out of so many messes with you before.

“You said I could drive, didn’t you?~ Come on, bestie~” she was stomping on her feet like a kid being denied candy. “Move~ I’ve been mentally preparing for this day since I got the license.”

You groaned, pretending to be suffering. But you’d already unbuckled your halfway through her speech. A minute later, you both had swapped seats. Yuna bounced into the driver’s seat with a victorious squeal, adjusting the mirror with a proud grin. You watched her closely and sure enough - before she even started the engine, her hand was already resting on the gear selector.

“Yah, seatbelt.” you reminded her.

“Oh! Right, right.”

She reached for it lazily but you sighed and leaned over, already grabbing it for her.

“I got it.” 

Your hand brushed across her bare midriff as you reached over for the seatbelt - just a second of warm skin against your hand - but it was enough to make your heart do somersaults in your chest. Your face hovered close to her. Yuna sat very still, too still for her extroverted self.

You clipped the buckle into place with a soft click, the silence suddenly louder than it should’ve been.

“There, now you can kill us safely.” you murmured, playing it off.

“You wanted to touch me, didn’t you?” her eyes were gleaming.

You pulled back quickly, scoffing. “No, I did not.”

The playful Yuna was finally back with that smirk playing on her lips. 

“It’s okay. I’ll allow it. You taught me how to drive after all.” she said sweetly.

“Generous.”

“I know.” Yuna chirped, throwing the car into drive. You held onto the armrest with a quiet sigh. This ride was going to kill you.

Halfway through the drive, Seoul cityscape had long faded into rolling hills and stretches of beautiful empty road. Everything felt peaceful. Your car’s hum, the occasional sway of Yuna’s steering, the playlist playing low on the speaker. You then glanced at her.

“Yah.” you said, voice soft. “Why Gapyeong?”

Yuna’s eyes stayed on the road but you caught the small grin on her face.

“I dunno…” she said lightly. But you knew Yuna better than that, you knew she’d thought hard about it.

“Liar.”

That made Yuna glance your way.

“What, I can’t just want some fresh air and lake views?”

You hummed, waiting. 

“Okay… maybe because I remembered that one time we almost went. Back in high school.”

“The school trip we bailed on to go to Seongsu together?”

She laughed at the memory, eyes crinkling.

“Exactly. We told everyone we were sick and then spent the whole day hopping cafes and pretending to be adults.”

You grinned. “You wore those ridiculous sunglasses and called me 'yeobo' in front of the barista.”

“I was committed to the role!” she argued with a pout. “Besides, you didn’t even complain when she gave us free cake.”

 You shook your head, smiling as you stared out the window. “So now you wanna go?”

“Mm.” Yuna nodded. “We never made it to Gapyeong. I figured now’s the time. New license. New us. And you’re my emotional support passenger.”

You looked back at her, watching the way her hands gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly.

“Nervous?”

“Only a lot.” she grinned wider. “But with Ahn Jaewon here, I’ll survive.”

“You’re being weirdly sentimental today, Shin Yuna.”

“We’re going to Gapyeong today. It’s a beautiful place so I’m allowed!”

You chuckled. But Yuna wasn’t done. She began with a curious tone.

“So… why haven't you dated anyone?”

“Where is that coming from?”

Yuna blinked, focusing on the road. “We’re out of the city and it’s quiet. The vibes are right, dummy.”

You hesitated, fingers idly on the armrest.

“I don’t know. Guess I never felt the need. Maybe there wasn't anyone I seriously liked.”

“Not even Oh Haewon?”

You turned to her. “You remember Haewon?”

Yuna nodded. “Yeah, she liked you. Everyone knew since you two looked close.”

“I mean… we were only project partners. She was nice, yeah. Pretty cute but… I guess I wasn’t interested.”

“Why not?”

You leaned your head back against the headrest. “Maybe I liked someone else back then. She probably didn’t know.”

“Oh…”

“What about you? You’ve never dated anyone either.”

She bit her bottom lip. “Same reason. No one I really liked.”

“Boys lined up for you in high school, you know?” you added, glancing over at her. Yuna replied with a shrug.

“Yep. But I didn’t really like any of them. Hanging out with you was funnier. Better.”

You were amused. “Better?”

“You were my free comedy show. Emotional support. Still are.”

“I guess I am.” you glanced at her again. “You’re interested in dating now?”

Yuna smiled. “I mean, I’ve got a license now. Gotta start checking things off the list.”

“Can I ask you something, then?”

“Shoot.”

You rested your head on the window.

“Why’d you always ask me if this guy or that guy was okay? Back in high school. Even last year.”

Yuna tilted her head, trying to read your expression. “What do you mean?”

You exhaled. “You know what I mean, Yuna. Every time you were maybe slightly interested in someone, you’d bring it up casually. ‘Is he okay? What do you think of him?’.”

She stayed silent. You didn’t say it out loud, but it always bothered you. Every time she asked, you’d say that the guy gave you a weird feeling or an ick, that he looked like a walking red flag. He wouldn’t get her humor or keep up with her energy. But you knew you were projecting.

You always told yourself it was instinct. Now you wondered if it was jealousy.

“You always had something to say.” she said finally, eyes still on the road. “Didn’t like any of them, huh?”

You let out a soft laugh. “I mean, you should have high standards for your boyfriend. He should at least treat you better than I do. That’s the bare minimum.”

Yuna blushed at that, just the lightest shade of pink coloring her cheeks even in the passing shadows of trees outside. You watched the way her fingers tapped on the steering wheel, nervous energy leaking out.

“What, did I say something wrong?”

“No…” she muttered.

You leaned back in your seat, the corners of your lips curved in amusement. “You sure? You’re acting like I just confessed or something.”

“Just… funny. That’s all?”

“What is?”

She hesitated for a second, then said. “Thinking about how you always acted like some jealous boyfriend whenever I like someone. And yet-”

“And yet?”

Yuna shot you a side eye. “Yah! You don’t remember?”

“Remember what?”

She gripped the steering wheel hard. “Making out with Ryujin-unnie in highschool. You both are my best friends!”

“Oh yeah…” you let out an awkward laugh. “That. Sorry…”

“Unbelievable.” Yuna scoffed under her breath.

“I mean… It was just a one time thing.” you scratched the back of your neck. “We were bored, it was midterms and she said I looked kissable or something-”

“I would slam this car into a tree right now if I could.”

You chuckled. “Okay! Okay! Shin Yuna, I’m sorry.”

Yuna huffed. “Do you know how weird that was for me? I didn’t even want to look either of you in the eye.”

You were mixed with guilt and amusement. “I’m sorry… It was my first time kissing someone, you know that. I was curious… and it felt great.”

“YAH!” Yuna nearly swerved as she yelled, smacking your arm without taking her eyes off the road. “What do you mean it felt great? Are you bragging to me right now?!”

“Yah, yah! Drive carefully! You’re gonna get us killed!” you shouted, both panicking and laughing.

Yuna groaned. “I swear, if I wasn’t the one driving right now-”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry… Yeah, I get it.”

She muttered something under her breath, cheeks visibly pink. 

“You’re such a dickhead… Bragging about kissing my best friend like it’s something simple.”

“I’m not.” you said defensively. “It’s just- okay, maybe a bit. But I was like, what? Sixteen or seventeen. I was curious, okay?”

“I hated you so much for that.”

“You didn’t talk to me for a whole week after that. You really hated it, huh?”

“I did…” her tone flat. “Kind of. Maybe. I was just confused.”

You fell quiet, watching the way her lips pressed together. Yuna was holding back more.

“Still thinking about it?” you teased, trying to light up the mood.

Yuna rolled her eyes. “No. But I still can’t believe you chose Ryujin-unnie over me.”

Uh... What?

“What do you mean I chose her? I didn’t choose anyone? Besides, you wanted me to say ‘I want to make out with you’ to my best friend dead in her face?”

“I would’ve respected it at least.” Yuna scoffed.

“You wanted me to just randomly confess that I want to kiss you? Out of nowhere?”

She shrugged, staring straight ahead. “Not randomly. But, I dunno… maybe back then, I wouldn’t have minded hearing you say it.”

Your heart skipped. 

“You never said anything either, Shin Yuna…” you said, voice uncertain.

“I didn’t have to…” she said under her breath. “You always knew me better than anyone. I thought… maybe you’d just know, as my best friend.”

You thought about saying something. You really did.

“Yuna-ah.”

“Mm?”

Right then, you leaned back in your seat, gaze drifting outside the window.

“Nevermind.”

The moment passed, just like it always did with the two of you. The vibe lingered until the road signs began to change. The trees got denser, the air was crisper. Gapyeong welcomed you with its quiet streets and beautiful scenery of soft mountain silhouettes. Yuna slowly pulled into a small park parking lot, biting her lip as she scanned around for a spot.

“Ugh. Why is everything so tight?”

“Left. Turn the wheel more - no, no. More.” you said. “Okay. Keep going… uh huh, just like that. Keep going, slow…”

She finally eased the car into place with a small jerk as she hit the brake. 

“Good girl~” you said, already unbuckling your seatbelt as you pushed the door open. “Let’s go.”

Yuna froze, still gripping the wheel.

“What?” she mumbled, brain short-circuiting. You were already halfway around the front of the car, not even glancing back.

“Yah!” she called, cheeks burning as she scrambled to get out, not forgetting her pink handbag. “You can’t just say stuff like that and walk away, Ahn Jaewon.”

You grinned without turning around. “Hurry up. We’ve got to explore Gapyeong before it’s too late.”

Yuna shivered as a breeze swept past, the air here in Gapyeong was cooler than it had been back in Seoul. Her pink bag was slung over her shoulder, but she crossed her arm instinctively to warm herself up.

“Why didn’t you bring your jacket?” you frowned.

“I didn’t know it’d be like this!” she said.

You slipped your jacket off without a word then casually took her handbag off her shoulder. 

“Here.” you said, slipping the handbag onto your shoulder with no hesitation.

“Still doing this?” she asked, brows furrowed but clearly flustered.

“Still taking care of you.” you said simply. “Arms out, Shin Yuna.”

She stared at you a bit longer as you held the jacket open between your hands. “Come on, Yuna. Arms out.”

Yuna slowly extended her arms and you gently slipped the jacket onto her, tugging it into place.

“There.” you said. “Now you won’t freeze to death before we even get to the river.”

Then you walked ahead without saying anything, hands in your pocket, pink handbag bouncing slightly against your side. Behind you, Yuna finally caught up with her soft footsteps soft on the gravel path. Yuna gently hooked her hand around your bicep.

“You know this is why people suspect we’re a couple all the time, right?” she said, voice laced with both amusement and annoyance. You glance at her sideways, a smirk tugging at your lips. 

“Are you complaining or confessing?”

She let out a breathy laugh. “It’s a statement, Ahn Jaewon. Don’t get cocky.”

You started to walk a little slower to let Yuna stay close. After a few minutes of walking, Yuna tugged at your arm a little, gaze drifting toward a row of pastel-colored bikes parked under a big tree.

“Jaewon-ah~” she whined.

You hummed, knowing it was her sign to beg you for something.

“Let’s rent a bike.”

You raised your eyebrows. “We both ride?”

“No, dummy. You ride, I’ll sit behind you.” she replied, giving you a look. “How are you gonna get a girlfriend if you treat a girl like this?”

You laughed. “Bold of you to assume that I can get a girlfriend when you’re my best friend.”

“True.” She chuckled. “I’m too pretty. They would be scared they’d lose you to me.”

“Wow. So humble today.”

Yuna looked at you, her face smug. She then flipped her hair dramatically.

“I’m just stating facts.”

“Facts, huh?” you muttered, already taking Yunah toward the bike stand with you. “Pretty sure you just want an excuse to cling onto me again.”

“Is it working?”

You didn’t answer and picked out a blue bike with a wide back seat, testing the brakes.

“Hmm… this one’ll do.”

Yuna watched you with folded arms. “You sure you can handle riding me around here?”

“I’ve carried your emotional baggage for years.” you said, throwing Yuna a playful glance. “A few more kilos won’t kill me, Yuna.”

Yuna burst into laughter then climbed on behind you, hands wrapping lightly around your waist.

“C’mon! I’m excited!”

“Hold on tighter unless you want to fly off when I hit a bump.”

“You wouldn’t dare, you idiot.”

“I absolutely would. Try me.”

Yuna smacked your butt, laughing. “Let’s go~”

The bike wobbled for a second before you steadied it, feet pushing off the gravel as you rolled off onto the shaded trail. You two passed through the trees, with soft sunlight pouring through the new spring leaves that fluttered beautifully in the breeze. The air smelled fresh and light - maybe the beginning of something new.

Yuna’s laughter rang out behind you, bright and carefree as she tightened her arm around your waist when you started to pick up speed. Her cheek rested against your back. Right then, you could feel Yuna’s smile in the way her body leaned into yours. She trusted you more than you realized.

The road then curved along the edge of the mountain park, lined with cherry blossoms blooming. Petals scattered like confetti in the wind, catching her hair, dusting the path behind you.

“You okay back there?” you called over your shoulder.

“Perfect!” Yuna shouted over the wind, her voice was filled with breathless joy. “Don’t slow down.”

You didn’t. Yuna’s presence made you feel soft and warm. Her arms around you, head leaning against your back, laughter spilling out like she didn’t have a single worry. Neither did you when you were with Yuna like this. In this moment, with her laughter in your ears, her heartbeat against your spine, the wind between you. You smiled without realizing it. You then felt Yuna shifting slightly behind you, her arms loosening for just a second before tightening again - this time with her phone in one hand.

“Hi~” she said to the camera, cheeks flushed. “I’m with Jaewonie right now.” she continued, angling the camera toward the both of you. You caught a glimpse of her phone from the corner of your eye.

“Don’t film me while I’m working.” you pretended to frown as you kept pedaling.

“Jaewon’s biking me around in Gapyeong like I’m a princess.” she said with a smug smile, ignoring your complaint. Then she leaned her head against your back again and whispered loud enough for the camera to catch. “He acts like I’m heavy but I know he likes it.”

You huffed a laugh. “Don’t spread lies on the Internet.”

She giggled and zoomed the camera on you. “Look at him. Acting cold but his ears are pink.”

You turned your head slightly, trying to dodge the frame. “You’re walking back to Seoul.”

“Liar.” she grinned, ending the recording and slipping her phone away. “You’d never do anything to hurt me.”

Yeah, you’re right.

As the bike rolled to a stop near some hanoks, the peaceful sound of water and the rustle of spring leaves wrapped around the both of you. You steadied the handlebars and glanced back at Yuna.

“Wanna rest a bit?” you asked, nodding toward the small wooden pavilion that sat at the center of the pond. The arched bridge leading to it made it look like something out of a drama. Yuna followed your gaze, eyes softening. 

“That thing in the middle?” she hummed thoughtfully before smiling. “Looks romantic.”

“Romantic?”

She quickly slipped off the bike, brushing something invisible off her pants. “Mm hmm.”

Yuna then linked her fingers behind her back. “Like the kind of place where someone confesses they’ve liked you all along.”

You smirked. “Too bad no one’s going to do that today.”

“Oh?” Yuna feigned surprise. “So you’re just bringing me to romantic spots for free?”

You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just go sit before you say something dumb, Shin Yuna.”

Yuna walked ahead, still smiling. She looked at the calm water and the reflection of the pavilion ripping gently in the breeze. Then, her voice floated back to you, teasing.

“You better not ruin the mood, Jaewonie~”

You shook your head, grinning as you pushed the bike aside and followed her across the wooden bridge. The pavilion stood quietly and empty, wrapped in the soft scent of blooming cherry blossoms and distant trees. Yuna settled onto one of the benches in it, legs swinging slightly as she looked toward the sky. She then pulled out her phone and settled it on the rail before clicking the record button.

“Feels like a dream~”

You sat beside her, a little closer than necessary. “Feels like it when you’re not the one riding.”

“Be grateful I'm the one sitting behind you.” She turned to you with a perfect smile.

You looked at her - face lit by the spring light, red hair catching in the breeze, her eyes sparkling. 

Yeah, maybe it does feel like a dream.

“You held on to me the entire ride here.”

“I had to. You ride like you’ve got something to prove.”

“Maybe I did. You seemed to enjoy the scenic ride.”

Yuna shot back quickly. “I was trying not to die.”

You laughed. “You were laughing the whole time.”

“I laugh when I’m scared.”

You leaned in just slightly, teasing. “Is that what it was?”

Yuna shrugged, eyes turning back to the phone, still recording.

“Maybe. Or maybe I just like holding on to you.”

“Is that so?” you blinked, caught off guard.

She turned to face you again, her smile gentler this time. “Mm. Don’t get used to it though.”

You smirked. “Too late.”

The breeze brought over the romantic vibe of spring as the two of you sat there, quiet. Yuna’s phone continued to record - cherry blossoms around, the glimmer of sunlight on her skin, your shoulders brushing slightly. Then she leaned in to rest her head on your shoulder.

“Let’s not post this one.”

“Why not?” you slipped your arm around Yuna to pull her even closer.

Yuna blushed. “I… want to keep this for myself.”  

Your chest warmed. “Okay…”

After a moment, Yuna asked softly. “Are we feeling the same thing?”

You looked at her, head still on your shoulder.

“Maybe. Are you?” you said, almost smiling. Yuna didn’t answer right away. Her eyes drifted to your lips before moving up to meet your eyes, searching.

Then, instead of answering, she leaned in. And you met her halfway there.

It wasn’t dramatic. Just a quiet kiss that tasted like cherry blossoms and spring air - a secret meant only for the two of you. When Yuna began to pull away, you gently pull her back in, not ready to let go yet. She let out the softest laugh, smiling into the kiss as her hand came up to rest on your chest.

Yeah, she was feeling it too.

When the kiss finally ended, the space between you was smaller than before - hearts louder, breaths softer. You looked at Yuna, still close.

“Mm… what are we?” you asked quietly.

Yuna smiled, a little shy, a little sure. “I’m not sure. But I don’t want to see you with anybody else.”

“Me neither.” you laughed softly. “I hate it when you ask me about other guys. I hate the thought of you being with anyone but me.”

She blinked, looking down with her cheeks flushing pink. Her hand still didn’t leave your chest.

“Guess we’re both a little selfish.” she murmured.

You tilted your head, brushing your nose against Yuna’s. “Or maybe we just know what we want?”

“Are you free next week?”

You nodded without thinking much. “Yeah. Why?”

She hesitated, then smiled a little. “Do you wanna go to… Yangpyeong? Just for two days. Just us.”

You raised a brow. “To do what?”

Her eyes flicked away, shy all over again.

“To… figure out what this is? Us only. No distractions.”

“Tempting.” you leaned back slightly, eyes playful.

“Tempting?” Yuna’s lips twitched into a smile.

You shrugged. “I mean, being alone with you in a cozy homestay, no one around, spring weather, maybe a fireplace…”

Yuna swatted your arm.

“Yah! Don’t get any ideas.”

“What?” you grinned. “I just said ‘fireplace’. You’re the one who’s taking it somewhere else.”

Yuna glared at you, clearly flustered. “You said it like that on purpose.”

“And if I did?” you leaned back in.

Her lips parted but no words came out. Instead, her gaze dipped to your lips and that was all the answer you needed.

“Relex.” you chuckled. “I’ll be on my best behaviour.”

“You better be.” Yuna muttered, but the way she was smiling made it clear she didn’t really mean it. “But… I’m excited. Just us.”

You nodded, serious this time. “Me too.”

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

After your quiet, romantic moment surrounded the cherry blossoms and trees in Gapyeong, something shifted in your relationship with Yuna. The kiss lingered in both your minds long after it ended. And without officially labeling anything, the way you talked to each other changed. 

That same night, Yuna texted you first - not just once, but a lot. Your phones were practically buzzing nonstop as you joked, teased and opened up more than usual. It wasn’t playful like before when you two were best friends. There was a new underlying warmth in everything, a softness in every “what are you doing?” and “did you eat?”

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

The next day, you found yourself on a video call with her while brushing your teeth - something neither of you would’ve bothered doing before. She was still in bed, hair tied up in a messy bun, cradling her grey cat in one arm.

“Say hi to my child.” she murmured, turning her phone so you could see the sleepy cat blinking at you through the screen. You gave a little wave with your toothbrush. Then, Yuna looked at the cat and whispered, shy.

“You might have a dad soon if this thing goes well, Sarangie.”

You laughed mid brush, staring at the screen with foam still at the corner of your mouth. “I heard that, Yuna.”

She smirked, not denying it with her cheeks turning just a little pink. “I didn’t say it to you.”

“I know.” you smiled. “I still liked it.”

At midnight, just as you were about to sleep, your phone buzzed again with a notification.

신공듀👸has invited you to a shared album - 너와 나 (You and me)

Inside were memes, blurry photos and old photos of you two she took during high school and past hangouts. There were some that you didn’t even know existed - like that one of you dozing off on the bus, or the one where your hand was reaching out mid air and hers was already halfway meeting it.

At the end was a grainy selfie of Yuna, looking slightly annoyed but still soft. She even captioned it: “Thinking of you, I guess? Ew.”

[You]

what do you mean ew? 🧐

[신공듀👸]

you know what i mean

[You]

you were the one who told your cat he was getting a dad soon

[신공듀👸]

shut up

that’s between me and sarangie 🐱

[You]

i have the right to see my child, u know?

if not, i’m suing u

[신공듀👸]

ughh stoppp 

why are u making me smile again this is so annoyinggg 😡😤

A few seconds later, another message came through - a selfie of Yuna in a car. Her hair was slightly tousled. One sleeve of her hoodie slipped off her shoulder, revealing the grey tank top underneath.

And her expression? Deadly.

[신공듀👸]

this is revenge 😏

sufferrr 

[You]

i’m smiling so hard rn

[신공듀👸]

don’t u dare 😠

i’m already regretting sending u that

[You]

too late, shin nayu~

it’s saved in my brain forever now

She didn’t reply for a while. When you thought Yuna might’ve gone to sleep, another photo popped up - this time of Sarangie curled up beside her.

[신공듀👸]

your kid is sleeping. goodnight, fake husband

don’t dream of me too much, okay? 😴

[You]

goodnight my fake wife

no promises ㅎㅎㅎ

Moments later, Yuna sent you a voice message. Her voice was a little hushed, saying.

“Okay but seriously? I smiled like an idiot putting that album together. I hate you for that.”

You fell asleep with a smile still on your face.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Between your errands and Yuna’s lazy Wednesday off, you two kept texting - about nothing and  everything. She sent you a voice note of her yawning dramatically. You replied with a photo of your half burnt omelette. By late afternoon, she was sitting with Sarangie curled up in her lap again during another video call. That was when it happened. 

Yuna was talking about some dream she had - mostly nonsense about missing a train, losing her shoe and being yelled at by a random stranger. Then, she just casually added.

“Oh, and I had a dream where you introduced me as your girlfriend.”

“Oh~ And?”

Yuna paused for a bit too long.

“I… didn’t hate it.”

Just when you were about to say something, she scrunched her nose and changed the subject.

“ANYWAY~ I found a picture of you from high school where you look like wet seaweed, should I send you it?”

“Dropping a nuke like that and just dodging it?”

Yuna didn’t deny a thing.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

By Thursday, your chat history already looked like something out of a couple’s chat log, except you two still hadn’t put a label on whatever this thing was. That afternoon, Yuna sent you a photo of two beanies. One black, one grey. Both were simple, cuffed.

[신공듀👸]

what if i said couple beanies

would that be cute or icky?

asking for research purposes

You raised an eyebrow.

[You]

hmm

you work as a model so i’d trust your taste

i call dibs on black tho

[신공듀👸]

excuse me??? black is mine???

[You]

not anymore ㅋㅋㅋ

too slow, princess shin

[신공듀👸]

fineee i’ll take grey

but i better look good next to u

[You]

you always do, especially in grey

[신공듀👸]

stop doing that

i swear i’m actually gonna throw my phone away

[You]

so… do we wear them this weekend or what?

Yuna sent a selfie - her in a hoodie, grey beanie already on.

[신공듀👸]

just tried it. thoughts?

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That morning, you arrived at Yuna’s family apartment a few minutes early, holding two iced americanos in hand. You rang the bell and waited. The door opened with Yuna’s mom standing behind it, smiling.

“Aigoo! Jaewon-ah! You’re here. Come in, come in. Yuna’s still doing her hair.” she said, waving you inside. Her voice reminded you of all those high school mornings when she’d nag Yuna at the door for making you wait too long.

“Good morning, eomeoni.” you bowed politely and stepped in.

Her dad was seated at the dining table, reading something on his tablet. 

“Oh, Jaewon-ah. Sit, sit. You know Yuna takes forever.”

You smiled, bowing to him. “Hi, abeonim.” Then you walked over to sit across from him, setting the iced americanos you brought on the table. “I came prepared.”

He chuckled, setting his tablet down. “She’s been in front of the mirror since breakfast.”

Yuna’s mom returned from the hallway. “Yuna’s doing her hair again. Aigoo.. This girl.”

You tried not to smile too much at that. Just then, Sarangie had strutted out from the hallway and leapt up onto your lap like he owned the place. He made himself comfortable, kneading your jeans a little before settling down with a soft purr.

“Oh?” Yuna’s mom laughed. “Looks like he missed you.”

Her dad glanced over. 

“It’s been a while since you visited and he still loves you.”

You chuckled, gently scratching under Sarangie’s chin. “I don’t know why, abeonim.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming~” Yuna called out.

She turned the corner and her eyes landed on you and the cat comfortably settled on your lap. 

“Oh~” Yuna said, stopping in her tracks with a little tilt of her head. “Sarangie misses you.”

“He jumped on my lap on his own. I didn’t bribe him or anything.”

Yuna walked over as she adjusted her jeans. “He always does that when you’re here. I think he likes your voice.”

She laughed softly, crouching down to scoop Sarangie in her arms but the cat gave a lazy meow. He clearly didn’t like it.

“Sorry but I need Jaewon now, baby.” She stood up and looked at you. “Got your keys?”

You nodded and stood, smoothing out your jeans. “I thought I was gonna drive.” 

Her dad spoke up even before she could answer.

“Yuna’s not driving is she?”

Yuna let out an exaggerated sigh. “Appa…”

He turned to you. “Jaewon-ah, did she drive okay last week? When you two went out?”

“Yuna… uh, got us there in one piece.” 

“That’s not exactly reassuring.”

“I drove fine!” Yuna protested. “You act like I crashed into something.”

“You almost hit the parking pillar once, honey.” her mom called out.

“It was a gentle turn, mom.”

“I think she’ll be okay under my watch, abeonim.” you stepped in calmly, glancing at her dad with a little smile. He gave you a long look, as if pleading you to rethink your life choices before putting your life in Yuna’s hands. You then picked up the two iced americanos you’d brought and handed one to Yuna. “Here. Before you start another argument.”

“You won’t regret it.” Yuna took it with a small grin.

You walked to the living room and picked up her weekend bag, slinging it over your shoulder with ease. It was heavier than expected.

“Did you pack for a week?”

“Essentials, dummy.” she said defensively. “We gotta be prepared.”

“For what? The end of the world? Zombie apocalypse?”

“You never know~” she said, then took a sip of the drink.

Her mom shook her head fondly with a sigh as you both headed toward the door. “Drive safely, and let me know when you arrive, okay?”

“Got it, mom~” Yuna called back cheerfully.

When you both had said goodbye and closed the door, her dad immediately turned to her mom. 

“Are these two kids dating?”

“I think they’ve been dating since high school. They just didn’t realize it.”

“Still calling each other best friends, huh?”

“Give them time. They’ll get there.” Her mom smiled to herself.

“They better.” Her dad picked up his tablet. “At this rate, even Sarangie’s figured it out before they have.”

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Outside, the sun had climbed a little higher, shining over the apartment complex driveway. It felt great, having the opportunity to spend time with Yuna like this. It was the perfect time to figure out whatever ‘this’ was between the two of you. You walked side by side down the steps with Yuna happily sipping her iced americano. Just as you reached the curb, you felt a sudden tug at your side. Yuna’s hand slipped smoothly into your jacket pocket.

“Yah, what are you doing?”

She grinned as she pulled out your car keys and held them up triumphantly. “Securing the car keys, Sarangie’s dad.”

“That title doesn’t come with driving privileges, you know.” 

“Too late~” Yuna sang, already strolling ahead toward the car like she owned the place. Her bag bounced on your shoulder as you followed behind.

“Your dad really didn’t want you to drive, Yuna-ah.”

“He’s just dramatic~” she said breezily, unlocking the car with a confident beep. “He’s not ready for me to grow up yet.”

You just chuckled and surrendered to Yuna, placing her bag gently in the back before sliding into the passenger side.

“You did drive okay last week though, so…” you muttered, fastening your seatbelt. “I’m trusting you.”

When Yuna got in, she didn’t start the engine right away. You glanced over and found her sitting, arms crossed like she was waiting for something.

“Hmm?”

Yuna huffed, turning her head dramatically to the other side.

“Waiting for my baby daddy to fasten my seatbelt for me. Apparently he’s too dumb to notice it.”

“Wow~ Woke up feeling like a princess today.”

“No.” Yuna sniffed. “I woke up hopeful. But now I’m just cold and betrayed.”

“Needy.”

You leaned over and reached for her seatbelt. As your arm brushed against her side, she sat up a bit straighter but didn’t move or help at all. Then you clicked the buckle into place.

“There. Your highness is now safely buckled in.”

“Finally.”

Yuna mumbled, still facing away like she hadn’t enjoyed every second of it. Then, right before you pulled back, you pressed a quick and soft kiss to her cheek.

Muah

You leaned back with a small grin, already excited for the trip. “Already acting like a spoiled girlfriend.”

Yuna slowly turned to you, touching her cheek. “I didn’t say you could do that.” She wasn’t annoyed, at all.

“Want me to take it back?”

“Nope.” She faced forward now, adjusting the rearview mirror. “You make it hard to pretend we’re just friends, you know. My parents really think we’re dating.”

“We’re on this trip to figure this all out, remember?” you smiled.

Yuna hummed in agreement, tapping her fingers lightly against the steering wheel. As the trip began, Seoul slowly gave way to open skies and emptier roads. 

“Yah.”

“Mm.”

“I think I already know, Jaewon-ah.” Yuna spoke up, voice soft as she kept her eyes on the road.

“Know what?”

“You and me.” she shrugged with a small smile on her lips. “It doesn’t feel confusing anymore.”

You looked over at Yuna - at how comfortable she looked, at how hopeful she was thinking about the possibility of you two becoming more than just “best friends”. Without saying much, you then rested your hand on the center console, tapping it a little to get Yuna’s attention. She glanced down at it, then back at you. You still kept your hand there, waiting. After a second, Yuna lifted one hand from the wheel and slid it over yours, letting her fingers slip between yours. Both of you knew what this meant. Both of you’d been waiting for too long.

Seoul was now long behind you. And with every kilometer you passed, it felt less like you were leaving something and more like you were heading toward it.

Together. You and Yuna.

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a little something to start the week? i hate monday.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Selene and Soleil

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Synopsis: While working on the nursery, you and your husband brainstorm names for your twin girls

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

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Sitting on the floor of what was going to be the nursery for the twins, you were folding clothes that you had bought for both of them earlier in the day. Once again, you couldn't sleep so you figured that you wouId occupy your time doing something in the nursery.

You were about halfway through your pregnancy and it was getting more and more uncomfortable to get any sleep and you were still having episodes of morning sickness which by now was considered to be hyperemesis gravidarum.

When you had finished, you placed them inside the dresser when you got the bright idea of building their cribs. It was 3 in the morning and needed to do your best in order to be as quiet as possible since Joe was sleeping.

Joe and Ja'Marr told you that they would do it on Friday and drag Tee along, but you figured that you were up now and might as well get it done.

Halfway through the first crib, your husband's voice startled you.

“Baby, are you serious right now? It is literally 4:30 in the morning. Put the drill down. Now, come back to bed.”

Your head whipped around to see him standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and you slowly put down the directions that you were reading in your left hand and your right hand that was holding the drill.

“I can't sleep and I'm bored!” You whined and threw your head back as you felt one of them kick.

“Hey! Quiet in there! You're already keeping me up past my bedtime.” You said while rubbing your belly as Joe simply laughed at you.

“I told you that we were going to do it on Friday. Last thing I want or need is you hurting yourself.” He replied as he fully walked into the room.

“I'm fine, everything's fine! I'm already halfway done with the first one.” You replied as you showed him your progress.

As he shook his head at you, you simply held out your hand that had the directions and he quickly took it from you.

“Um, babe? No offense, but I think I can do this by myself. You aren't very…. Hmm…. How should I put this?” You started to say and then trailed off.

“I am very capable of building my own children's cribs.” Joe raised an eyebrow at you as a tight lipped smile made its way across your face.

“Um, do you remember when you attempted to put those shelves up in my apartment at LSU?”

“That was one time! I thought that the screws were tighter.”

“Luckily, I hadn't put anything on them and they went tumbling to the floor. Almost hit Erin in the head.”

“Well she shouldn't have been in the way of the shelves.” He replied as he was looking at the directions and attempting to build the second crib.

It was quiet for a few minutes before you asked him a question.

“Have you come across any names yet?”

“Thelma and Louise.” He said as he glanced up at you and smirked.

“You're about to get kicked out of the nursery and banished to our bedroom.”

“But seriously, I haven't really come across any that I think would be perfect for them. Still can't believe I'm going to be a girl dad. I'm excited. Either way, I would have been excited since really all I want is for them to be healthy. Small versions of us running around.”

“And you're going to be an amazing one. I already know it.” You replied as you smiled at him.

“I hope so, what if I mess up?”

“Well parenthood is not like riding a bike, so we are definitely going to mess up. Oh! I have an idea. Since you love space so much, why don't we give them space themed names?”

“Okay, I like that idea. Zenon and Nebula.” He said without missing a beat and you rolled your eyes.

“No, Joey!”

“What!? Zenon is one of your favorite movies.”

“Yes, that's true, but no.”

“Are we going for like Hidden Figures or?”

“Whatever you think of and then we can decide.”

“Maybe Mae for one of their middle names. You know Mae Jemison? First black woman to go to space?” Joe suggested and you immediately smiled, loving the idea.

“That’s perfect.”

“Would you want the other to be Katherine? Named after you and Katherine Johnson?” He asked and you shook your head no.

“I want her to have her own identity and make a way for herself. Even though we are naming them after other people, I don’t want them to feel as though they have to meet certain expectations in order to live up to it. I think that might be too much pressure, my middle name? And one of the women responsible for getting someone into space? Might be a little much.”

“Sian.”

“Yes!”

“Dr. Sian Proctor was the first black woman to actually pilot a spacecraft in like 2013 or something.” Joe told you as he had now successfully set up one side of the crib. You could tell that he was pretty proud of himself despite not really letting it show.

All while, you had finished and was waiting for your husband to get up so that he could turn it right side up.

Silence overtook the room as the idea suddenly popped into your head.

“Baby, you okay?” Joe asked as he put down the drill.

“I got it.”

“Got what?”

“Their first names. Sun and moon.”

“And you were talking about my names that I suggested?” He asked in disbelief.

“No, silly. That's the meaning of the names. We're not literally naming them that.”

“Then share with the class.”

“Selene and Soleil.” You said as you smiled.

“Selene Mae Burrow and Soleil Sian Burrow.”

“And they're going to be absolutely perfect.”

[blueberrybirdsworld]

Only tonight 2/5

Summary : Lando Norris expected another loud Monaco party after the Grand Prix, what he didn’t expect was her. Charles Leclerc’s little sister, Eléa, dancing like the night was hers to burn. Radiating a freedom he’d never seen before, she wasn’t the quiet girl from the paddock he was used to.

But as the music pulsed and the drinks flowed, something in her laugh didn’t quite ring right. And when she whispered it was her birthday… everything changed. Now Lando make his personal mission to make her birthday unforgivable.

Genre : fluff, consumption of alchool

Pairing : Lando Norris x Leclerc sister (original female character)

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Author note : mega race this weekend for Lando, so happy for him so here a new chapter to celebrate this well deserved win :)

Lando had completely lost count of how many drinks she’d had. He had finaly agree she ordered some coktails after she made this sad look he apparently can't resist. He wasn’t sure she even finished any of them, to be honest. She’d take two sips, get excited about the garnish, or the glass shape, or the tiny cherry floating in the bottom, and then jump to the next one like a distracted butterfly.

Everything amazed her. Everything made her smile.

“Oh my god, this napkin is sooo soft,” Eléa whispered across the table like she’d just discovered silk. “Feel it, Lan. Feel it.”

Lando pressed the napkin between his fingers, chuckling. “Incredible. Revolutionary textile engineering.”

“I’m gonna steal it,” she said, hiding it in her purse with a theatrical wink. “Souvenir.”

He couldn't stop smiling. His face was starting to hurt.

She suddenly leaned over the table again, eyes wide and hopeful. “Do you… do you have a boat?”

Lando blinked. “What?”

“A boat!” she said, like it was the most obvious next topic. “Do you have one?”

He hesitated. “Why?”

She leaned her chin on her hands, dreamy-eyed. “Because I love boats. Like, love love. And it’s Monaco. And it’s night. And if you have a boat, then this could be the most perfect birthday ever.”

His heart did something stupid in his chest.

She was beaming at him now. “Do you have one?” she asked again, and this time her voice was all softness and hope.

He opened his mouth to say no.

But what came out was: “Yeah. Yeah, I’ve got one down at the harbor.”

She gasped so loudly the people at the next table glanced over. “No way. Really?”

Lando grinned, nervously. “Yeah. It’s… small. But nice.”

He didn’t know why he lied.

No, actually, he did. It was the way she looked at him. Like he was magic. Like he’d already made her birthday.

“Can we go?” she said, nearly bouncing in her seat. “Please, Lando, please, please, I want to see it, I want to see the sea, I want to float.”

There was no universe in which he could say no to her right now.

So he stood and dropped some bills on the table. “Let’s go birthday girl.”

Eléa squealed, launched herself over the table, and kissed his cheek.

And that was it. He was done. Confidence at 110%. No way out now.

The taxi ride to the harbor was full of her pressing her nose to the window and pointing at everything.

“Monaco looks like a jewel box,” she murmured, kicking off her heels and tucking her bare feet beneath her. “We’re so lucky to live in a jewel box.”

Lando was only half-listening, too busy going through every possible excuse for what he was about to do.

He didn’t have a boat.

But Max Verstappen did.

And Lando, thanks to one chaotic post-GP night last summer, knew the exact harbor location, the model, and the security code to get past the private dock gate.

It was fine. Probably fine.

They arrived, and Eléa all but skipped across the marina, her heels dangling from one hand. “Where is it, where is it, oh wait, this is private! There’s a gate!”

“Yeah, yeah, just let me…” Lando stepped up to the keypad, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and typed in the code.

The lock clicked.

The gate swung open.

And Eléa’s jaw dropped. “NO. WAY.”

Lando turned around, arms out. “Ta-da.”

“That's your boat?” she gasped, staring at Max’s sleek, gleaming superyacht like it was the Titanic and she was Rose. “It’s massive! It’s not a boat, it’s like...like a floating palace!”

He scratched the back of his neck. “It… has good lighting.”

She sprinted ahead, arms spread wide, barefoot on the deck as she twirled under the stars. “This is insane," she breathed, spinning in place. “Wow... Look at this view.”

He just stared at her.

She was glowing, flushed cheeks, sparkling eyes, a little off-balance due to her tipsy state but full of this uncontainable joy. Her hair was wild in the breeze, her dress catching moonlight in waves.

It wasn’t the boat, or the view.

It was her.

“You wanna sit down?” he said softly.

She nodded, dropping onto one of the cushioned lounge benches with a sigh. He slipped off his jacket and draped it over her bare shoulders again, then stepped into the small kitchenette below deck.

Max always kept emergency supplies, Red Bulls, of course, and more importantly, water.

He came back with a bottle and handed it to her. “Here. Hydration break.”

She looked up at him with glassy eyes and took it gratefully, uncapping it with a wobbly twist. “You’re taking care of me.”

“Someone’s got to.”

She leaned back against the seat, jacket wrapped around her, sipping water and looking up at the sky.

“The stars are so bright tonight,” she whispered.

He sat beside her, shoulder just barely brushing hers. “Yeah. They are.”

“I think,” she murmured, turning her face toward him, “this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

And the way she said it, soft, surprised, grateful, it nearly undid him. And right then, Lando knew. He would’ve stolen ten yachts if it meant seeing that smile again.

The stars had shifted overhead by the time Eéa began to slow down. The sea was calm, rocking gently beneath Max’s boat, the only sound was the water lapping quietly against the hull.

Lando hadn’t moved in a while. He sat beside her on the deck bench, jacket still wrapped around her shoulders, his body warm and still and completely alert.

She’d gone quiet for a bit, sipping the rest of the water, then slowly curled her legs beneath her and leaned, very gently, against him.

“Cold?” he asked, voice hushed.

She nodded without words and snuggled closer, cheek resting lightly on his shoulder.

He stared straight ahead, heart pounding so loudly he was sure she could hear it.

He didn’t move. Didn’t dare.

The soft hum of the marina filled the silence between them, but Eléa was still awake, her breathing slow but even, her fingers brushing the fabric of his jacket like she was grounding herself.

And then she spoke again, quietly, her voice rougher now, sleepier.

“Did you know,” she murmured, “that Monaco has more yachts than grocery stores?”

Lando chuckled under his breath. “Is that a fact?”

“Totally. Googled it once when I was drunk.”

He smiled, tilting his head slightly toward her. "You get drunk often ?"

She hummed. “Just when feel lonely...Like tonight, especially tonight.”

He didn’t answer.

She kept going, her voice soft and meandering. “It’s weird. People think I have this perfect life. Monaco. Fast cars. Brother in F1. But no one asks me what I actually like. What makes me excited.”

He glanced at her. “Then tell me.”

She shifted just slightly, her temple pressing into his shoulder. “I love old books. The ones that smell like dust and ink. I love thunderstorms when I’m in bed. I love baking, even though I suck at it. And French fries dipped in mayonnaise, don’t judge.”

“I’m not judging,” he whispered. “I’m memorizing.”

She smiled softly. “That’s a good line.”

He swallowed, mouth dry.

And then she sat up a little, turning to face him. Her eyes, still glassy, were locked on his.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

The question hit him like a slap.

“What?” he said, blinking.

She tilted her head, innocent and bold. “Do you have a girlfriend? Or maybe… a boyfriend?”

He coughed, heart skipping. “No. I don’t. Why?”

She blinked in surprise, like she hadn’t expected that. “Really?”

“Really.”

“But that’s weird,” she said, frowning thoughtfully. “You’ve got fast cars, a sweet smile… and a boat.”

He laughed, covering his face for a moment. “You really think the boat’s a dealbreaker, huh?”

She shrugged with a grin. “I mean, yeah, when I was younger I always said I will marry a guy with a boat when I will get older, it's a very serious request."

All he could think about was that she’d called his smile sweet. And that he very not owned a boat, but maybe he will have to buy one now.

When he looked up again, her expression had shifted, soft, curious.

“What about you?” he asked carefully. “Anyone special?”

Her face changed.

The joy dropped off her features like a mask slipping, revealing something smaller and bruised underneath.

She hesitated. Then said, “I did. Once. He dumped me.”

Lando’s stomach twisted. “I’m sorry.”

“He was a jerk,” she said quickly, brushing it off with a fake laugh. “Said I was too closed off and then too intense sometimes.”

Lando didn’t know which part made him angrier.

“And since then?” he asked gently.

She shook her head. “Nothing. I think guys are afraid. Or just not interested. Or… maybe I’m just hard to like.”

He turned sharply to her, brow furrowed. “That’s not true.”

She gave a small, crooked smile. “Boys are lame anyway. And none of them have a boat.”

He grinned, but before he could reply, she added, more quietly:

“Also… it’s hard when your brother is Charles Leclerc. The golden boy. The prince of Monaco.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy.

“No guy can really compete with that,” she said softly. “And no one wants to be compared.”

He looked at her then and see everything. The way she was trying so hard to keep the edges of her heart together. The way her voice cracked just a little. The way her eyes were wide and vulnerable and quietly begging to be seen.

She glanced at him, and then smiled.

“Well,” she said, eyes bright again, “maybe you could compare.”

He blinked. “Me?”

She nodded, curling back into his side again. “Yeah. I like you.”

Lando didn’t breathe for five full seconds.

“You’re drunk,” he said softly, trying to laugh but failing. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” she murmured, not lifting her head. “I do mean it.”

“Eléa…”

“No, really,” she said, voice looser now, but still firm. “I think you’re… really cute. Like, since always. I just never had the guts to tell you.”

He turned, just enough to see the side of her face. She looked half-asleep but so honest.

“The alcohol helps,” she added. “Makes me brave.”

Then she sighed and nestled further into him, like she belonged there.

“It’s okay though,” she whispered. “You don’t have to say anything. I know it’s not… reciprocated. You’d never go for a girl like me.”

His heart squeezed.

“That’s not true,” he started, voice low, rough, full of something that was almost breaking out of him.

But he didn’t finish.

He couldn’t.

Because she was drunk. Because she was Charles's little sister and before tonight he had never had the chance to really talk to her.

And maybe she wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow.

And maybe she didn’t even mean it, not really. Maybe it was just the buzz, the loneliness, the stars.

So he said nothing.

And she didn’t seem to notice.

Instead, she lifted her head and turned to him with wide, sleepy eyes. “Do you know what I want for my birthday?”

He blinked, thrown off. “What?”

Her lips curled into a tiny smile. “A kiss under the stars.”

He stared at her, stunned. “Wait… what?”

“I used to dream about it,” she said, laughing softly, eyes distant now. “When I was little. I wanted a movie moment, you know? One perfect kiss, outside, under the sky. Just once.”

She sighed again. “But boys are dumb. And boring. And cowards. So it never....”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence.

Because Lando leaned in and kissed her.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t messy.

It was slow, careful, like pressing a fingertip to the surface of still water, waiting to see if it rippled.

Eléa froze for a moment, caught by surprise.

And then, with a soft, startled noise in her throat, she kissed him back.

It wasn’t perfect. But it was real.

And when they pulled apart, her eyes were shining.

“Thanks, Lan,” she whispered, forehead resting gently against his. “You’re nice.”

Then she curled into him again, arms tucking under his jacket, her body warm and soft against his.

Lando stared straight ahead at the sea, every nerve on fire.

“I’m not just nice,” he whispered, so quiet it barely reached the air. “I wanted to. God, I wanted to.”

But she didn’t reply.

She was already drifting into sleep, her breath slow and even, her fingers curled loosely in the fabric of his shirt.

And Lando just held her, still, silent, heart full and aching, under a sky full of stars.

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[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

helloo i’m not too sure if you accept req atm but i really wanted to req this specific angst oneshot idea i have.

Basically all of skz are together a games night with their partners. Then there’s a game where the members have to compete to see who can do the most number of squats while piggy backing their partners. Chan’s partner(reader) feels scared and sad because she’s on the curvier side and doesn’t want to make chan lose so she kinda detaches herself or ask him to carry another member instead since shes insecure about her weight. Chan doesn’t know that’s how she feels at first until he found her crying in the bathroom and basically reader opens up about how growing up she never really got to experience piggy back rides because she wasn’t as skinny as her friends so shes insecure that chan finds her too heavy. It could have a happy ending where they have a rematch and chan ends up doing the most despite reader thinking shes too heavy(?) or and ending you think best fits this scenario

thank you so much for the request!! I hope you enjoy :)!!!

The living room buzzed with laughter, crinkling chip bags, and loud music humming from the speakers. Game night at the dorm was in full swing - board games pushed aside in favor of chaotic couple challenges designed to test strength, trust, and most of all, the group's ability to keep a straight face.

You sat next to Chan on the couch, his arm casually slung behind you, your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck and shoulder- a spot

that was warm and familiar. He looked impossibly soft in his oversized hoodie, cheeks flushed from earlier rounds, and hair tossled in a way that looked like it could have been intentional, but was just the byproduct of a wrestling match with Felix. His laughter was contagious, and grounding as everyone joked around. And yet, you felt your stomach twist when Changbin announced the next game:

"Piggyback Squat Showdown!" He said excitedly, in his best announcers voice.

"Each member has to piggyback their partner and see who can do the most consecutive squats! Jisung will be the judge for form since his fiancée was on call."

"We love women in S.T.E.M. fields." Jisung says with a sassy snap of the hips, earning a chuckle from everyone. 

"And Innie will count the squats because our baby bread is still single." Changbin says with an and exaggerated sigh and clap of Jeongin's shoulder. He shook his head and pounded his fist to his heart, pointing at Jeongin and pounding a fist again with a solemn nod.

Jeongin rolled his eyes with a laugh.

The room cheered. Joking banter followed.

You stiffened.

Chan turned to you, eyes crinkled with excitement. "You ready to win this, baby?"

You forced a small smile. "Um... maybe you should pick someone else for this one?"

He blinked, surprised. "Huh? Why?"

You tried to keep your tone light. "I don't wanna make you lose. You could probably do more squats with someone lighter."

It was a joke. Sort of. But not really. Not at all.

Chan stared at you, a beat of silence stretching too long. "Are you being serious?"

You laughed nervously, brushing it off. "No, I mean, it's just a game. But uh...I just don't feel like it...l'm gonna grab a drink real quick. Maybe piggyback Ji." You stood up before he could ask more, waving Jisung over, and proposing the idea, which he immediately thought was great, jumping on Chan's back before your boyfriend could question anything about your sudden

nerves.

You didn't go to the kitchen to grab a drink.

The bathroom door clicked shut behind you, muffling the sounds of games and teasing.

Your breath shook. You locked the door and leaned over the sink, staring at your reflection.

You hadn't had a piggyback ride since you were a kid. Not a real one. Not one where you didn't worry if the person underneath you was struggling, even if they said they weren't.

Even with Chan - sweet, strong Chan who never made you feel less than beautiful - the tear never left. The worry that one day he'd see you like the world had always made you feel: too heavy.

You sat on the closed toilet lid, pulling your knees to your chest. The tears came before you could stop them.

A soft knock on the door broke the silence.

"..Baby?"

Chan.

Your heart lurched.

"Can I come in?"

You sniffed, voice cracking. "Just give me a minute."

A pause. Then, "Okay. I'll wait."

True to his word, he didn't leave.

A few minutes passed. You opened the door slowly, eyes red-rimmed. He was sitting on the floor against the wall, knees bent, phone untouched in his lap, as he fiddled with his hoodie strings.

He looked up immediately. "Hey," he whispered, standing. "Talk to me." He said, grabbing your arm gently. 

Your lips quivered. "You're gonna think it's dumb."

"Try me."

You stepped back inside and sat on the edge of the tub. "I've never really liked games like that.

Where you have to be picked up or carried. I never got piggyback rides growing up, not like my friends did. I've always the 'bigger one,' the ‘too heavy' one."

Chan's eyes softened, and he stepped in, closing the door behind him.

You continued, voice quieter now. "Even if people said they didn't mind, l'd see it in their eyes or voice- the strain, the awkwardness. I hated the way it made me feel. So when the game started, I panicked. I didn't want you to lose because of me. I didn't want everyone to laugh or...notice. I'm not a small girl Chris I'm..."

You wiped your cheek. "I know it's stupid. I just-"

"No, it's not." His voice was firm.

You looked up.

"It's not stupid," he repeated, kneeling in front of you. "If it makes you cry it's not stupid. I hate that you've been carrying that by yourself."

You shrugged, trying to laugh but failing. "I just didn't want you to feel embarrassed."

He frowned, reaching up to cup your cheek.

"Embarrassed? You think l'd ever be embarrassed to carry you?"

"Or like...be with me..." You admitted. 

"I don't know." Your voice broke. "Sometimes I wonder if you ever look at me and wish I looked more like...l don't know. Everyone else? Like logically I know you're not like that and I know that my weight doesn't define my beauty but how can I believe logic over my own feelings that l've dealt with my entire life like-" you swallowed, trying to wipe your face.

Silence.

Then Chan leaned forward and rested his chin on your thighs, looking up at you through his lashes.

"Look at me."

You hesitated. "Please."

Your eyes met his. Brown, warm, sincere.

"I love you exactly the way you are. Every curve, every inch, every part of you." He said quietly, trailing his hand up and down your arm, to your side, to your thigh.

"You're not too heavy. You're

not too much. You're mine and there's nothing about you l'd ever trade."

Your throat tightened.

"You could weigh a hundred more pounds, and I'd still carry you. Not just on my back, but through everything. Through life. Because that's what I want - you."

Tears welled again. You let out a shaky breath and finally melted into his arms.

——— 

Later that night, after everyone had gone home or crashed in the guest rooms, Chan texted you:

Come outside. Trust me. 

You slipped on your hoodie and stepped into the backyard. The porch light bathed the grass in a soft yellow glow. Chan was waiting, standing in the middle of the lawn, hoodie sleeves pushed up, sneakers laced.

You tilted your head. "What is this?"

He gave you a small smile. "Just us."

A folded towel sat on the grass, a speaker beside it playing some quiet instrumental.

He stepped toward you. "Let me try."

You hesitated. "Chan, you don't have to-"

"I know I don't have to. I want to." He turned and offered his back to you, crouching slightly. "Come on."

You climbed on slowly, and he steadied you like it was second nature. No comments. No jokes.

Just quiet, sure support.

Then he started squatting.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

You buried your face in his shoulder, your arms holding him tighter.

"Four."

"Five."

You laughed quietly through a tear. "You're going to pull something."

He smiled, his voice a little breathless now.

"Even if ! happen to do, it'd be worth it."

He kept going. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. Each one done with quiet confidence, no showmanship, just him proving - in his own way - that he never saw you the way you feared.

When he finally let you down, he kept you close, arms around your waist as you laid in the grass, forehead resting against yours.

"I hope you felt that," he said softly. "Because none of this," he gestured between you two. "Is ever about proving something to anyone else. Or caring one anyone else thinks. They're not you and they're not me, so they have no say or room to make any assumptions or judgements that are worthwhile.” You nodded, a tear slipping free. He caught it with his thumb.

"You're nothing other than mine." he murmured, his lips dusting against yours lightly.

"Okay?"

You nodded and when he kissed you - slow and warm - it put any other doubts or worries to rest.

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@kingdonmicrofic August 3rd, road trip (488 words)

It’s an okay job. He’s only doing it for a few months, just during his break between undergrad and med school. He drives the cross-country routes, mostly. It’s better money, emptier roads, fewer passengers. 

For three brief days, it’s just him and her. 

Mel gets on his bus in Ohio with a big purple duffel bag. It’s hard to tell behind her sunglasses, but Frank thinks she might be crying. She doesn’t say a lot, except that she’s going all the way west. “California,” she specifies, after he asks. Then: “I have to go get my sister.”

That night, he makes an unscheduled stop so that she can stock up on gas station toiletries. He buys a few scratch off tickets and wins five dollars (a net loss). They sit in the parking lot and eat hot dogs together. 

She’s still not talking much, but enough for him to get the gist. He’s too chickenshit to ask any follow up questions about the sister. Or the newly dead mother.

But by Iowa she’s talking anyway.

It turns out they’re both planning on med school, and they’re both fucking terrified but pretending not to be. He tells her he’s starting at Penn in a few weeks. She asks if he’s excited. He shrugs. 

By Wyoming she’s sitting all the way up front, in the seat right behind him. She’s in jean shorts with her knees pulled up, her hair down around her shoulders, long and messy. He catches himself watching her in the mirror a lot. Eyes on the road, Langdon, he tells himself when she meets his eye in the rearview and smiles.

Mel starts talking about Becca when they’re driving through Salt Lake. “She has some support needs, so. It’s going to make school kinda hard.”

She says it flat. He doesn’t tell her that he’s sorry for her. He tells her that she’ll be good at it and that Becca’s lucky. 

She blinks fast and doesn’t say anything else about it. 

In Nevada they talk about aliens, then conspiracy theories, then unsolved murders. She teases him for being a bit older. He calls her a child. She kicks the back of his seat, gently.

They pull into Bakersfield just before dawn. She’s been on his bus for nearly three days, but she still lingers at the open doors.

He wants to say something but he doesn’t know what. He’s had a million different beautiful little thoughts about her, and he can’t figure out how to tell her any of them. 

So he just says, “Good luck.”

She says, “Thanks for the ride, I guess. See you around.”

And then she’s gone. 

He drives to the coast and then turns right around to go back east. Doesn’t really talk much to the new passengers. He keeps glancing in the mirror, thinking for a second that she’s still back there, curled up asleep in the seat behind him.

[kokinu09]

Let Go of the Reins || CHAPTER 18

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pairing seungmin x fem!reader

genre strangers to lovers, romance, fluff, slight angst later, happy ending, social media, not meant to be, someday

summary Australia is considered home for two of the eight members. When two tour dates are scheduled for the land down under, the boys can't help but want to spend a bit more time there to visit family and do a little sightseeing. So how do they convince the company that they need to stay a couple weeks? Filming some SKZ Code episodes.

A local riding school just outside the city with amazing reviews for their skilled instructors and beautiful horses is hosting a very popular kpop group to film their experiences. Y/N knows the group well and she just so happens to be their star working student.

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You couldn’t have asked for a nicer day. The sun is shining, the humidity is low, but a few puffy white clouds occasionally block the sun, allowing a light breeze to cool the air.

When you had left your house in the wee hours of the morning, Seungmin went back to the hotel. It was a little hard to leave him when he looked so sleepy with his messy hair and pouted lips. But Liv was expecting you. She had joined you early this morning to prep the horses for the ride.

So now, it was just time to wait for the boys. Luckily, you aren’t left waiting for long. The texts from Seungmin had been a good warning for time's sake. You and Liv bring out the last couple of horses just as they meet you two at the barn doors.

“Daisy! My beautiful bestie!” Hyunjin dramatically shouts when he spots the mare.

As you turn, the looks on all of the boys’ faces warm your heart. All of them have wide smiles as they approach their horses you assigned them from day one.

And the horses are just as excited when they see their riders; head nodding, hooves tapping, happy noise, and even some going as far as to show their teeth from curling their lips. It’s so cute to see all of them so happy to be back together.

The scene is almost enough to cover up the tension that you can tell is radiating off of your best friend. Your eyes trail to see her hanging back close to Nova with a brave smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. You can tell she’s trying to make herself look busy by adjusting and readjusting the buckles of her saddle.

As discreetly as you can, you make a point to sneak over to check on her. When you are close enough to rub Nova’s snout, you ask, “Hey, you sure you’re okay with this?”

Liv rolls her eyes at you with a teasing smile. “You worry too much. Seriously.”

“I think I worry just enough, thank you!”

“You’ve been hanging around Chan too much then. That man creates problems in his head just so he knows how to fix them if they come true,” she jokes. And that’s all it takes to send both of you into a fit of giggles. The little inside joke is just what you needed to ease your worries about your friend.

What you hadn’t accounted for was that the gleeful sounds would carry and draw the attention of the members. Felix being the first to make his way over, throws his arm across your shoulders.

“Secrets don’t make friends,” he teases with a wide smile.

“But friends make secrets,” you joke back, putting your finger over your lips and winking at Liv. It earns a loud cackle from the blonde boy as he pulls his arm away.

And that’s when more of them have made their way closer as well. “What’s so funny?” Han asks, an excited smile lighting up his features.

“Felix is being a nosy nelly,” Liv responds easily.

“It’s not my fault Liv and Y/N were whispering! You know I have a bad case of FOMO!” Felix whines.

“It’s true,” Han nods solemnly. “He’ll break out in hives if you don’t include him.”

That has both of you hunched over in genuine laughter. So good that it leaves your stomach muscles aching and tears settling in the corner of your eye.

“Alright alright! Quit goofing off,” Chan scolds with no bite, a smile plastered on his face. “What am I paying you girls for anyway? To be comedians?”

The two of you quickly look at each other in false shock. “We’re getting paid?!” You exclaim with dramatic flair.

“Well why didn’t you say so!” Liv adds with the same energy.

“Saddle up boys! We’re going riding!” You hoot, waving an arm over your head as if to round them up.

All the boys chuckle and return to their horse companions’ sides.

Except Seungmin. He appears beside you instead, wrapping an arm around your waist for a quick half hug. You gladly lean into him, his lips pressing a kiss to your temple when your head tilts his way.

It’s the final thing you need to breathe a sigh of relief. You’d been so stressed about everyone getting along that you were basically walking around like a board was on your back. Your muscles are so stiff that you feel the urge to stretch and crack your joints.

But you settle for the content moment where your friends are all together, calm and peaceful. The tension in the air at a minimum.

“Come on, let’s get in our saddles,” Seungmin suggests, planting one last kiss to your forehead before jogging a few feet over to Pearl.

You smile as you watch him mount without much difficulty. All of them actually. You’re surprised how quickly they’ve picked up on the little tricks you’ve taught them in just a few lessons. Pride swells in your chest for them. They really are shaping up to be some stray horse boys.

“Y/N! Stop daydreaming and let’s go~!” Liv shouts, snapping you out of that train of thought. You still allow yourself to laugh at it though, hurrying over to Storm and hoisting yourself up.

Your eyes catch Seungmin’s, sparkling with awe after watching your seemingly effortless execution. He pulls Pearl’s reins to come to a stop next to you.

“No wonder I felt like I met an angel the first day I saw you. Riding is literally like second nature to you,” he says with an airy tone, features still reflecting how mesmerized he is with you.

A blush creeps up your neck until it stains your cheeks, an embarrassing shade of red that rivals the ripest tomato. You try your best to brush his compliment off, laughing nervously.

“Oh please! The only angel you were seeing was your guardian one! Otherwise, you’d have been flat as a pancake!” You’re quick to say, waving a hand in dismissal. Seungmin laughs along with you, but the look he gives you is no less admiring.

Attempting to play it cool, you give Storm a little kick to trot to the lead of the group. “We’re going to take today’s trip nice and easy so it’s not too strenuous on the horses,” you announce.

“No way!” Liv gasps excitedly. “We’re taking them up to Hollow Point Falls?” You smile but don’t give her the satisfaction of confirmation.

“What’s ’Hollow Point Falls’?” Felix voices his curiosity. “I’ve never heard of it.”

“I’d be more surprised if you had heard of it,” you chuckle. “It’s a spot on the mountain that not many people make the hike up there. But it’s easier on horseback so it’s kinda our own little hidden waterfall.”

“We get to see a waterfall?! Count me in!” Han cheers, giving Freckles a little nudge to trot to the front of the line. A chorus of laughs ring in the air.

You smile, eyes finding Seungmin’s almost out of instinct. No matter when you turn to look at him, it’s always like he was already watching you, fond of every move you make.

The red in your cheeks rises for the thousandth time already, but you give him another smile before leading the group up to the trail.

~*~

The ride up was fun. Everyone had a blast joking around and teasing one another while enjoying the peaceful scenic trail they rode on. A decent trek through a portion of the mountain, but not enough to tire out the horses too much.

Now that you’ve all made it to the falls, the sights are even more breathtaking. A ledge that jets out from the side of the mountain overhead with an almost perfectly punched-out hole in the center, water free-falling before I can even reach the end of the ledge. Creating the serene pond that you all lounge around now before overflow continues the stream down the other side of the mountain.

An unexplained natural phenomenon. Marvelous nonetheless.

It is decided that the horses earned a well-deserved break, Y/N and Liv being the first to dismount. Y/N, the good samaritan she is, helps a few of the boys get off their horses that were more afraid, while Liv took that time to whisper soft praises to Nova for her hard work.

Then she hears one of the horses approach behind her. She looks up and sees Changbin clumsily swinging his leg over and landing on the ground before turning around to face her.

For a moment, she’s frozen. It’s been almost a week since they’ve seen each other. In-person, up close and personal, that is. If she’s watched his fancams the past few nights because she misses him, then that’s between her and her pillow.

But she’s not about to just forgive him for what he did. She can’t.

His face stays downturned, eyes rarely meeting hers, like he’s just checking to make sure she hasn’t walked away. It’s impossible for her heart not to squeeze when she sees how pitiful he obviously feels.

“Hey, Liv. Can we talk for a second?” He asks in a hushed voice, trying not to draw too much attention their way.

Liv instinctively glances around to see if anyone is looking at them. Her eyes meet with Y/N’s, watching her with concern etched into her features and a deep frown on her lips. She can’t help but laugh that her friend is being so overprotective when Y/N knows damn well she can take care of herself.

“Sure, but don’t get any funny ideas,” Liv warns. He looks up with a smile and raises his hands in surrender.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he swears playfully.

It’s enough to make her shoulders relax but, at the same time, cause a sting of pain in her chest as they step to the side, away from listening ears. Why does he have to be so cute and nice? She much prefers if he were mean and made her want to hate him. It’d make her life so much easier.

“Thank you for giving me a chance to get my thoughts out,” he says appreciatively. “I felt like I didn’t express myself well enough when everything went down.”

“Oh, you mean how you broke up with me over text? Yeah, I don’t think that would have gone well in any universe,” she responds flatly. Changbin physically cringes at the harshness of her words.

“You’re right. I deserve that. I was a coward for not being able to face you. It scared me that if I saw you cry, my resolve would break and I’d change my mind..but I can’t do that. I have to protect you. No matter how much it hurts,” he confesses, voice soft but sounding more firm by the end.

Liv fights the tears that threaten to spring forward, choking them back with her pride to keep her composure.

“What we had was special and the last thing I want to do is downplay how much it meant to me. How much you mean to me. I am so sorry for hurting you, Liv. I hope you know that it was never my intention and you someday can forgive me for how it ended,” his words are sincere as they leave his mouth. She knows it. She can see it written all over his face.

It might not make it hurt less, but it does make her feel a little better knowing he means it. Not hiding behind a screen. He’s still the same guy she’d fallen for, heart on his sleeve and genuinely thinking he knows what’s best.

Maybe she can forgive him…but only a little bit.

As she opens her mouth to respond, her phone buzzes insistently on her hip. Vibrating over and over again with messages like someone needs her to answer immediately. She’s quick to pull out her phone and sees Y/N’s name popping up with each text, one right after the other.

Liv smiles at her phone before locking it again.

“Is everything ok?” Changbin asks curiously when she pockets the device.

“Yeah, sorry. Y/N is a little protective,” she says as if that explains everything. And it did, in a way. Changbin scratches the back of his neck.

“I deserve that too,” he chuckles, glancing over at Seungmin trying to distract Y/N from glaring daggers into him.

“I don’t hate you, ya know,” Liv blurts out, causing Changbin to snap his head back in her direction so fast she half wonders if he hurt himself. “I can’t hate you. Not when you truly believe you’re protecting me.”

It’s like the sigh that leaves his lungs had been held there since the day he decided to end their relationship. Relief and gratitude washing over his features.

“You’re wrong though. Just so you know,” she adds, freezing his heart for another beat as she continues. “I knew the risks when I decided to pursue you. You don’t get to make decisions for me. So it’s good I found out early.” Her words are sharp, condemning. Then her face softens again. “But I’m not gonna hold it against you. You’re a good guy and your heart was in the right place.”

He nods, a slight frown still tugging at his lips from the pain in his chest but he can still look her in the eye and hear her words, dedicating them to his heart where he will learn from them. Take the kindness she is showing him and grow from it.

It doesn’t lessen the hurt but he can heal with this closure.

He forces a smile that almost looks genuine. “Friends then?” He offers, extending his hand in a playful handshake gesture. She giggles and shakes hands with him.

“Friends.”

Her heart can’t take more than that, at least for now.

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Her heart started galloping like a fucking horse at Beck's casual, easy-going acceptance of them going out on a date. Competing days probably wouldn't make a good date, he said. Because he wanted them to have a good date. Sara nodded, forcing her eyes not to look so wide and buggy. Doe-like. He started talking about the APHA World Championship and how both of his stallions were in it and competed. Sara smiled at this, enamored by his excitement. Then came the dip, the way her stomach lurched like she was on a rollercoaster, with Beck mentioning the kids. Yeah, her eyes definitely bugged out at that statement. Luckily, he was quick to clarify: his niece and nephew. Phew. Sara's chest and shoulders visibly dropped in relief. "That's so cute. Are you close with them?" She asked, giving herself a breath or two to reorganize her thoughts. "I'd love to see you showing, but I'd prefer to have your full attention for my first rodeo experience, I think." Sara said, doing her best at (hopefully) using the proper terminology. If the rodeo date went well, then they could see about Beck's next competition day. "I'll give you my number once the session is over." She promised.

Kylo and Vader were named by one of the breeding staff's kids on a Star Wars kick, he told her. Dammit - of course the one thing she finally knew something about and it was barely relevant! Mine are mostly named after food and drinks. Sara grinned. "Those are the best sorts of names, in my opinion." A puppy dog called Donut? Genius. "Now I need you to tell me all the names of your horses. Besides Smoke, of course." She patted her on the neck for emphasis. Beck wasn't a huge movie or TV person. Being bedbound or confined to the house a lot of the time made it one of Sara's hobbies; one of her favorite things to do in her downtime. "What's your favorite movie, if you had to pick?" She asked, curious - films were her preference over watching a TV show.

What is there to take pity on? You're on a horse and you ain't falling. That made her laugh. It was as simple as that for Beck. Sara needed to take that on board and adopt that kind of philosophy. She played his voice in her head, over and over: you're on a horse and you ain't falling. A mantra to remind herself of her successes today! How brave she was by putting herself in this new, therapeutic environment and patting a horse, letting her eat out of her hand and going for a ride on one. "I'm on a horse and I'm not fallin'!" Sara recited with a grin when Beck made Smokey pick up the speed. No trotting yet, but it was still a faster walk. Beck getting Smoke to stop was the next scariest thing that happened. Sara kept her balance with her hands on the saddle horn. You think you're ready to hold the reins? Sara blinked down at Beck on the ground, sucking in a sharp breath of fresh air. "Yeah, I think so!" Her confidence had definitely grown. So long as she thought of her new mantra over and over, she was okay! She tightened her legs around Smoke's body and held both hands out for Beck to pass her the reins. "What do I do to get her to walk, not trot or run off?" She asked, still somehow scared of making a stupid mistake like that.

"Competing days probably wouldn't make a good date," Beck said with an easy-going chuckle. "I spend too much time waiting around, preparing, focusing on the horse and the job at hand. You'd want someone else to keep you company to watch, else you'd just walk around bored as shit. Too bad you missed the APHA World Championship, though. I had both my stallions in it, the kids had some o' the horses in the kids trail riding." He realized those words might've given the wrong idea, and looked up at her with a bashful smile. "My niece and nephew. My brother's kids. But you should come some time, either to a day when I'm showing or a day when I'm not."

He grinned at the question about Kylo and Vader. His sweet boys that happened to be registered in Golden Oak's name. "Naw, they were born and bred here before I moved back. One of the breeding staff let her kid give 'em their barn names and he was going through a Star Wars kick at the time. Bunch of 'em had Star Wars names that year. But the new owners or whoever ends up with 'em can always change it. Mine are mostly named after food and drinks," Beck admitted with a laugh. "Star Wars is okay, though. I'm not a huge movie or TV person. Just whatever I happen to catch." He was too busy most of the time, and when he did get in the house after a long day, usually he was too exhausted to watch anything that required thought or focus.

"I ain't taking pity on ya," Beck answered simply. He wasn't the type to handle anything with kid gloves. "What is there to take pity on? You're on a horse and you ain't falling." Didn't really understand how anyone could fall, unless the horse tripped or did something weird. Not at a walk. He offered a small smile at her thanks. "Just telling it like it is." He pursed his lip at the question. "Faster walk," he agreed, nodding. "Told you, no trotting. We gotta get you comfortable with walking first."

He encouraged Smoke forward with a movement of his stick and a click of his tongue. The rod was only used for gesturing, not for contact. After a couple more small laps, he gave Smoke a 'whoaaaa', tugging the rope lightly inward, and she stopped. "You think you're ready to hold the reins?" he asked.

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Is Two Really Better Than One?

Summary: in which Nanami's wife gets hit with a curse and he comes home to two wives, not one... Warnings: smut, married couple/established relationship, f!reader, threesome, dom!nanami, mention of being used as a sex toy, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, spanking, paizuri, spitting, doggy, dual ride/double cowgirl position, cum eating, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, slight size kink, slight yuri action, voyeurism/exhibitionism?, totally inaccurate use of the curse science or whatever, not proofread - like literally not at all sowwy Word Count: 4.6k

Nanami is flabbergasted. 

When he came back home after a long hard day’s work, he was impatiently waiting for his wife’s loving embrace and reviving kiss. There’s a routine you two follow and he upholds it like a knight pledging allegiance to the crown – arrive home at 6pm, you greet him, he takes a shower and changes into comfortable clothes whilst you prepare dinner, and then you dine together. He expected you to be at the front door with an excited grin and open arms, just as you did yesterday and the day before that.

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was two wives waiting for him. 

“Ken! Make her go away,” you scream. 

The other you snarls, “No, you go away.”

Apparently, you’ve been hit by a spirit splitting curse – it fragmented your soul into perfect halves. There is no ‘original wife,’ just two different parts of the same woman he loves. At least, that was how Shoko explained it on the phone. How long the effects will last is indeterminable, though Nanami’s simply glad it’s a harmless consequence and not something more disastrous.

“I want her ugly ass gone, Kento,” you growl.

And other you shrieks. “Excuse me? I am literally you. If I’m ugly, so are you, idiot.”

“Yeah? Well, somehow, I’m just prettier, so suck it.”

Sitting in the living room, he loosens his tie and stares up at the ceiling. He supposes it really was just too much to ask to have peace and quiet in his life, to be able to catch up on some rest and sleep, and have dinner with his wife, his only wife. Right now, the two of you are smacking throw pillows at each other’s faces, exchanging limp blows over his body, and insulting one another.

This animosity is unfounded. She is you and you are her. You are both his wife, with the exact same body, personality, past, hopes and dreams. And yet you’re at each other’s throats like there is a long feud between your warring families. Nanami sighs again. “Please, stop fighting. Let’s just get on with our evening and wait for the effects to subside.”

Both of you press close to him, taking a side each. You cling to his arm, cradling his bicep between your breasts, seeping warmth into his skin through his work shirt. Nanami clears his throat. You smell nice – always do – but right now, the scent of you is engulfing him from all sides. Other you pokes his chest. 

With an accusatory tone, you question, “Why aren’t you pushing her away, Kento?”

He leaves a kiss on your head, hoping to soothe your irritation. “I could never push away my wife, darling. I’d sooner die.”

“But I’m your wife.”

“No, I’m his wife.”

Nanami wraps his arms around the both of you, rubbing comforting circles on your backs; if he doesn’t do something, he might just come out of this with no wife. “You are both my wives. Just as beautiful as the other and just as ferocious. So, there’s no need to fight, alright?”

“Oh my god, what if we’re stuck like this forever? I can’t share you, Ken! I won’t. And! What if you start to like her more than me? I’ll kill myself.”

Gaze softening, he holds you tight. “That won’t happen, my love. It just wouldn’t. I’m confident things will go back to normal soon enough and you’ll be whole again. That’s our biggest concern, not ‘who will I prefer.’ That’s a silly thought; I love you in all the possible shapes and forms you come in. I could never choose just one side of you to love, it’s simply impossible.”

A moment of silence passes. 

“He is such a sweet talker, isn’t he?” You ask yourself.

You reply with a chortle. “The absolute sweetest. Thank god we put up with his grumpy ass before he fell for us.”

His heart swells. To watch you two get along fills him with so much pride and he can’t quite explain it. Perhaps it’s because he loves your smile, the way your cheeks get so plump with the force of it. Maybe it’s because he knows how long you’ve struggled to reconcile with the need to love yourself, truly, and how you find it torturous to confront yourself and see all those flaws he thinks creates your perfect soul. 

Maybe it’s simply because he loves you so much; there’s no need to question it.

“Ugh, get your hands off my husband!”

“No, you get your hands off my husband.”

And Nanami sighs again.

On and off, you two keep bickering, momentarily being quieted by his hushed commands to behave before starting up again shortly after. Slowly losing the will to fight, he accepts his indefinite reality. His house might never know peace again and he might never truly clock off work even once he returns home. It seems, outside of the office, he also has to manage stubborn individuals and rising tension. 

Still, it’s not so bad, he thinks. Having two of you is a blessing; he’s always encouraging you to eat more with the rationale of wanting more of you to love, after all.

But, his reasoning at this moment isn’t so pure.

The feeling of your plush bodies in his grasp is distracting. Two sets of your breasts are bouncing against his sides and in his face with every move you both make. Hands rove all over his body, staking their claim, and teasing the skin underneath his clothes. Nails scrape against his thighs, digging in when you try to control your anger, using him as the punching bag. He needs to keep his cool, to maintain control so he can ease your worries and dispel trouble at any time. But damn it if it isn’t taking a lot of effort to stand his ground. 

“Ken,” one of you whispers in his ear, lips brushing the shell, “you’re hard…”

Looking down, he comes face to face with solid evidence of your observation. How embarrassing – his wife was hurt and is facing an indubitably anxiety-provoking situation whereby she might never recover as whole from again, and despite that, he’s aroused. What kind of man is he?

What kind of terrible husband would be so self-centred?

“We can help… if you’d like.”

The kind that’d be married to you, apparently. 

Speechless, Nanami can do nothing but sit back and let his wife unbuckle his belt whilst the other unzips his trousers. One has a look of complete glee when she finds his hard cock already leaking and the other sports a focused expression, working her hand up and down his length. You really are his wife, split or not. No one could ever touch him so seductively, so enticingly, already threatening to shake his entire foundation with simple grazes. 

He should stop you both, should establish boundaries and get on with dinner. Instead of giving into baser instincts, he should lead by example and ensure your safety and wellbeing by being patient. But…how can he when your velvety palms play with his balls, fascinated by the weight of them?

“Come here, sweetheart,” he mutters, losing all grip on reason. He discards his glasses. “Come give Kento a kiss.” 

Two heads rush to his face. They collide with a bang. Hissing, you throw aggravated looks at each other. “He meant me.”

“Uh, no, he meant me.”

Tutting, he cradles both of your faces and brings one up to his lips. He lays a kiss where you bumped your head and then another to your mouth. Slowly and gently, he indulges in your taste, swallowing your breathy moans and teasing your tongue with his. Then, parting ways, he pushes your head down, eager to feel those juicy lips wrap around his throbbing cock. 

He meets your gaze. “You too, love.”

Mirroring the ministrations, he loses himself in the steamy kiss, groaning into your mouth when the you that’s licking his cock from the base to the very tip slides her wet tongue on the slit. Fuck, he needs more. He needs to feel you. 

A hand of his slides down your body, groping a breast, tweaking the nipple, before it ventures further down to between your legs. You’re soaked. Pussy lips swollen, he wastes no time in working two calloused digits inside. Wet, tight, and hot, he can’t get enough of how your cunt clenches around him. 

“Ah, Ken! So good. Thank you!”

The wife that’s drooling on his balls pouts. “Me too, Ken. Make me feel good too, please.”

He smiles. “My sweet wives, always so polite. Tilt your hips this way, darling, show me your pretty pussy. That’s it. And you, sweetheart, let me kiss your beautiful breasts.”

Now, both of his hands are being thoroughly coated in your wetness, squelching their way inside your pulsing canals. Mouth full of your breast, sucking and flicking your hard nipple, he lets himself be consumed by your scent, your warmth, your softness, and the wondrous sounds of your barely subdued whimpers and squeals. 

Being weighed down by your body, the reminder of your love and need for him, of which reflects his own for you, is the purest form of bliss he never would have thought he was deserving of. There is nothing more rewarding than drawing out your pleasure, than curling his fingers in just right against that gummy spot inside you that pushes out even more sloppy juices, and washing away your fears and worries. 

In this moment, as both of your hips are grinding down onto his hands, he wishes there was another of him. He can meet all your needs at once, overwhelm you with his body and drive you crazy. Then, there’d be no need to be jealous or possessive. Though…Nanami has a dark realisation that perhaps the sight of a cock that isn’t really his pushing its way inside your body would drive him to madness and not the pleasurable kind.

“Fuck, Ken! I’m gonna–”

“Cum!”

You orgasm at the same time as your other half, juices flying and soaking the sofa underneath your bodies. Speckles land on his creased trousers, drowning his hands and dribbling juices down his wrists. Nanami throbs, cock jolting in the cold air.

Slumped over his body, one of your heads perks up. “Hey, uglier me, wanna give him a boob job together?”

“I’m ignoring that insult, bitch, but yeah, whatever.” You roll your eyes and then land a peck on Nanami’s cheek, giving him a wink.

Getting down onto your knees, you force his legs to spread wide to accommodate yourselves. A little frazzled at seeing you two collude and leave him out of the decision making process, no word of complaint can manifest before he throws his head back, unable to stand the sight of impish joy all over your irresistible eyes doubled as you watch his cock bob once and twice. 

“Ugh, isn’t his dick so pretty?”

The kitten licks you leave on his frenulum are your answer. Then, you both wrap your breasts around his cock, nipples kissing each other and his sharp intake of breath elicits giggles. Up and down, you rub his heated length with your supple breasts. His fingers thread through your hair, unable to keep his hands off you. 

“Is it good, Ken? Do you like it?”

Nanami groans. “Y-yes, it feels amazing, sweetheart. You’re so good to me…always so good to your husband, aren’t you?”

Giggling again, you two exchange grins, feeling mighty proud of yourself, he supposes. And he knows he can cum just like this, that his cum will spurt all over your faces and breasts. It’ll coat your plump lips and you’ll be able to taste his salty spend. Lightheaded, he gasps for air, intent to get his bearings, to not let you two have your way with him, but then you surprise him one more time. 

Lips locked, you two make a big show of moaning into each other’s mouths, tongue twisting together in an obscene display that has his heart thumping faster and faster until he’s sure he’s losing his mind. 

You might never stop surprising him no matter how long he’s loved you. 

He can’t take it anymore. The smell of your sweetness, the evidence of your euphoria coating his skin, the doughy blanket of your breasts around his cock is driving him insane. He needs you and he needs you now. In agile haste, he stands and takes his clothes off all while you both watch. 

“I-I need to be inside you, darlings.” There isn’t enough space on the sofa for what he wants. So, with a grunt, he lifts you two and carries your bodies up, biting back a smile when you squeal and giggle, into the bedroom. You both bounce into each other’s embrace when he drops you off on the mattress. “Strip.”

Clumsily, you remove every article of clothing. Your arms get caught in your shirt and your panties get tangled around your ankles. “Ugh, Ken, help.”

“I’m here. I’m here.” He helps you two out, wrangling your clothes off. “There we go, honey. Upsi-daisy.”

Though he might never admit how pleased he gets when he’s needed, he’s sure you know. There’s no way you don’t. You feel the evidence of it when he pins you to the kitchen counter to fetch the plate you’re reaching for and you surely see the way his eyes darken as you place a foot on his lap, wordlessly asking him to clasp your heels on for you.

As soon as your clothes are off, he pounces – sloppily swallowing your wet moans, he devours you and then the other you, swapping and switching till he gets frustrated and gasps for air. 

“Oh, sweetheart. I love you so much. All of you. In every life, in every time. Always.” You’re lying so prettily for him. Whatever he has done to deserve you today, he hopes he’ll do it again and again so he may never part from you, not even in death. His hands don’t know where to stay, exploring, groping and squeezing and pinching wherever they please. There’s so much of you he wants to feel at once and it’s like an urge he can’t fight. The need to be with you, to please you, to immerse himself in your essence wholeheartedly is choking him up, calling forth tears in his eyes. “God, if only you could see yourself from my eyes.”

“Ken, I love when you get all emotional, I swear, but please just fuck me already.”

He gulps. “Yes, love. I will.”

“No, wait, fuck me first.”

“Wait your fricking turn, oh my god.”

Another fight breaks out. 

Nails are out, hands are flying, hair is being pulled. Kento huffs. He’s trying to get in between you two without using force, without accidentally hurting you, and just as he’s about to pull you apart, a resounding SLAP!echoes. It’s a grating noise that steals his breath. In a flash, he’s got you behind him and you pinned to the bed. 

“No.” Nanami growls. Breathing hard, he shakes off the sudden anger coursing through his veins. Wide eyed, you just watch him release his punishing hold on your neck that he didn’t even realise he had on you. The scolding fire in him doesn't disappear. “No one hurts my wife. Not even you. Understand?”

You nod frantically. 

“Good. You know I hate to punish you but you won’t disagree when I say you need to be reminded of the rules, would you?” You shake your head. “Use your big girl words.”

“I need to be punished, Ken. I need to be reminded of the rules.”

Satisfied, he leans back on his haunches and beckons the other you to his front. There’s a mark on your cheek and it makes his chest squeeze painfully. “Oh, look what you’ve done to your pretty face. My darling wife and her penchant for violence. You’re going to give me more grey hairs.”

“I hope so; you’ll be a silver fox. Yum.”   

A fruitless frustration builds inside – it’s akin to that cuteness aggression you claim overcomes you often, he thinks. Well, he won’t deny himself any longer. He tugs your neck and kisses you. It’s rough, it’s messy, it’s sloppy. And he does it all while keeping his eyes on the you that’s in near tears. “Why don’t you -hah- show my wife how to be a good girl? Show her the reward you deserve.”

“Okay, Ken.”

Leaning back into his firm, sturdy body, you hiss as the threatening stretch of his fat cockhead pushes through the tight ring of muscles at your entrance. Slowly but surely, he’s worming his way into your pulsing cunt. Nanami grunts when he finally bottoms out, balls constricting with the labour of keeping his cum in his balls and not in your pussy prematurely. This is all far too much for him. To be thrusting into you, holding you upright by your arms as you watch his cock shine with your juices, is an insane fantasy he never even dreamed of, but it is his reality and he damn sure will make the most of it. 

“Ngh, tell my wife h-how you’re feeling, sweetheart.”

Breathless, you try to talk despite the delirium-inducing pleasure he’s ramming into your tight cunt. “G-good. I feel good. Ken’s so big a-and I’m feeling so full. Fuck, Ken, fuck me harder.”

The sound of skin slapping, the squelching of your pussy, and the heady moans and grunts are all going straight to his head. Overstimulated, he clutches your breast for a tether, grounded by the weight and the softness. His pace quickens. “Like this? Hmm? You like this, darling?”

“Yes, Ken! Fuck, I’m close. More, Kento. Fuck me more.”

Over your shoulder, he watches you writhe and squirm on the bed, a hand squeezing your breast the way he is and fingers pumping inside your needy cunt at the pace his cock is working its way into your other half. Impatient, you whine. “Hurry, Ken. I want your cock too.”

He licks his lip. Sweaty, eyesight ever so slightly blurry, and growing closer and closer to his climax, urged on by the tight pulsing of your pussy, he continues thrusting inside. “Behave. Can’t you see I’m -ah, fuck- p-pleasuring my wife? Bad girls don’t get to touch, do they? They don’t get to have their cake. And. Eat. It. Ngh. Too!”

To highlight his point, he lets you slip through his grasp. You fall on top of yourself, bouncing breasts pressed tightly against each other. Your face is buried into the crook of your neck, uncaring about how loud your moans are. Nanami finds purchase against your slippery ass and holds it still as he fucks his cock into you, using you as a glorified cock sleeve. 

“Give me something. Anything, Ken. Please. Pleasepleaseplease.”

Nanami grunts. “Open up.”

A fat drop of his spit lands with a plop onto your awaiting tongue. You gulp it down eagerly. Your fingers work themselves inside your cunt even faster, unperturbed by the weight of yourself pinning you to the bed, sweaty and shaking. Dare your husband say, you rather like it. His cock pulses.

“Soon, honey. Just be patient, a-alright? And then I’ll -hah- fill you up. Just have to -ngh- make my wife cum first.” 

Expert hips grind into your tight pussy, cockhead hissing your g-spot and stretching out your gooey walls again and again. If he had it his way, he’d never leave your cunt, but he has a responsibility to make you both cum. He can’t be selfish.

“Ugh, hurry up, you whore,” you mutter into your ear. Then, he sees your mischievous hand trail down your other’s spine until it descends between your legs. When the moans get louder and the clenching of your pussy steals Nanami’s breath, he can only assume you’ve taken matters into your own hands.

You cum around his cock with a scream. 

Hips stuttering, his orgasm soon follows. “Ah, f-fuck! So tight. So fucking good.”

His choked groans are all that can be heard as you lay limp. He too falls to the bed, lying beside your bodies. That had to have been one of the strongest orgasms he had ever had. Never a dull day with you. Just when he thinks he’s got you all figured out, you prove him wrong. What a privilege it is to learn all about you every day for the rest of his life.

“Hey, my turn!”

Brushing back his blond locks, he chuckles to himself as he watches his cock throb back to life. It seems his body has adapted to be sure he can attend to his wife’s needs. Both of them. “Get up here, sweetheart. Take what you want.”

Excited, you shove your other half off and rush to straddle your husband’s hips. You don’t wait; his cock slides inside with ease from your juices. “Oh, god, yessss. Fuck, Ken, I can feel you in my lungs.”

Bracing himself by holding onto your thighs, he can do nothing else against the desperate bouncing of your ass. The pleats inside of your perfect pussy are attempting to wring him dry all over again and Nanami’s abs flex with the building pressure. His cock is still recovering and it’s sensitive but you don’t care. Now, he’s the one being used like a mere toy. 

“S-slow down, honey.” He hisses. “Hah, slow -hngh!- d-down.”

“Hmm, shit, Kento. Y-you’ve gotten so big…” Ignoring his pleas, you must be referring to the layer of fat that’s grown on his body, thanks to the delicious food you’ve been cooking for him. Wholly embracing married life by skipping visits to the gym in lieu of staying longer in bed with you, he’s realised that his clothes no longer fit as they did. It’s embarrassing for a man who prided himself in being fit and put together but it gets you so wet and so needy, he doesn’t dare change a thing. “I want to -ah ah ah fuuuuck- drown in you.”

His chuckle is punctuated by the grunts that your incessant bouncing is forcing out of him. “If it’ll make you happy, my love.”

You clench down. 

“Ah, don’t -oh fuck- squeeze so tight.” He reaches for your clit, thumbing at it. You yelp, hips bouncing faster. Looking so absolutely beautiful, he can’t keep his eyes off the recoiling breasts in his line of vision. Suddenly, his mouth is suffocated with something hot, wet, and delicious. “Hmmph!”

You’ve sat on his face, leaning forward on his stomach, clearly keen to be involved once more in the fun. Submerged in your scent and taste, he doesn’t hesitate to slurrrrrrp! up your juices. He can taste his cum too and it dribbles down his chin. Cunt wrapped around his cock and another leaking wetness right into his mouth, Nanami swears he’s in heaven, delirious with the devastating gratification of pleasuring his wife. “Ride me faster…my face…my cock…that’s it, dear…doing so -ngh- great for me…my -hah hah- perfect wife.”

Lapping up your juices, he throbs when you squeal on his tongue.

“Is that how I really sound when you eat me out? Ew.”

Other you growls. “And is that what I really look like when I ride you?”

SMACK!

SMACK!

“Don’t t-talk badly about yourself. I won’t have it.”

Rubbing your sore ass, you mumble, “Mmm, sorry, Ken.”

“Yeah, s-sorry.”

Soon, you three work back into a punishing rhythm. Nanami hates to be so strict, but he can’t bear to hear you be so mean to yourself. It makes the hairs on his arms stand. If his eyes aren’t rolling to the back of his head, he’d lecture you about the importance of loving yourself. Again. But he can’t string full sentences together. Not right now. Now when you’re all so close. 

Your clit is bumping against his nose whilst his tongue pierces your cunt and he wonders if you can both feel the specific kind of bliss the other is – a cock kissing your g-spot, filling you up, and your pussy being thoroughly ravished by his greedy mouth. 

“Yes, Ken, suck my clit…hmm, just like that… yes yes yessss.”

“Fuck, Ken, your cock feels so good. I love it! More more more. I need it.”

Whatever his wife wants, he’ll oblige. Planting his feet, he fucks up into you, jostling your body. You shriek. His pace is relentless, merciless, and they push you further and further until your climax nears. Off balance, your face falls in between other you’s breasts. Whatever you’re doing to those tits he loves so much is making his wife’s eyes roll to the back of her head too. 

Nanami’s nearing his end. He needs you to get there first. Always. “Come on, sweetheart. Make me –ah make Kento– proud, won’t you? Let me h-hear, feel a-and taste my darling wife -hah- cum.”

“Yes, Ken!” You both screech.

And soon after, your husband finds himself covered in a flood of your juices. 

“FUCK!” 

“SHIT!”

“OH GOD!”

Nails dig into his skin, scratching and stinging. The grip you have on his cock tightens until he’s robbed of his breath and forced over, hips pumping up into your scalding cunt. Your moans are muffled between your breasts when his searing cum paints your walls white. 

Clinging to each other, the three of you black out. 

Minutes or hours later, Nanami is the first to wake. Bones aching just a little, he has a quick flash of thought that maybe he’s getting too old for this curse business. A curse-less day with you is more than enough to zap him of energy all while reviving him simultaneously so would it be so bad to give up the other part of him so he can dedicate his life to all of you?

He groans. His muscles are a little sore with a slight shake to them —the good kind. What a blessing it is to be pushed to his limits with you. Gazing down, he sighs in relief at what he sees.

Finally, the sight that greets him is not anomalous or extraordinary – it’s just his wife, singular and whole, draped naked across his lap and snoring. He’s trying to catch his breath, staring down at your sleeping form. “I’ve -hah- tired you out, huh? Poor thing.”

No doubt you’ll ask him if he enjoyed having two wives to service him later, and he’ll answer honestly as he always does with you; it wasn’t having two wives that he found pleasure in, it’s having two of you. There’s more to touch, to taste, to love. A challenge he wouldn’t ever shy away from.

Just as he wanted, he’s covered in sweat and your juices, owned by you in every way possible. This is how he’d like to spend the rest of his life if he could: attending to your needs and drawing out a grin even in your sleep. He pets your head, a shaky smile on his lips. Your eyes flutter open. 

“There’s my beautiful wife. Hi. I’ve missed you, darling.”

Groggily, you ask, “Am I fixed now, Kenny?”

Bringing up your face to his, he skims his nose against the tip of yours. “You were never broken to begin with, my love.”

“That’s sweet…can we go eat? I’m hungry.”

Petting your pussy and seeking out your heat as if his fingers are magnetised to it, he whispers against your lips, “You can take one more round, can’t you, honey? For me? For Kento?”

You both know it won’t stop at just one round. 

It never does. 

And thank fuck.

[v1kastr4p]

tattoo artist sevika.

nsfw / fem!reader / soft shy reader x big mean perv tattoo artist sevika / size kink, teasing, overstim, thigh riding, praise & degradation mix

❀ tattoo artist!sevika who looks like a fucking sin-stained painting behind the counter when you walk in. thighs spread, smoke curling from her lips, tank top loose enough to show the swell of her pecs and a black sports bra doing nothing to hide how thickly muscled she is. ink all over her arms and neck and throat and fingers, rings clinking as she flips through her tablet, completely ignoring you at first until you give a sheepish little cough and go, “um, hi! i’m here for the 4 o’clock—” and then she looks up. and you’re done for. you get wetter the longer she stares. her eyes rake over you so slow it feels intentional, a smirk tugging at her mouth like she knows your panties are already clinging to your cunt.

❀ tattoo artist!sevika who makes you sit on the bench at the front while she “finishes up paperwork” except all she’s doing is leaning back and watching you squirm with her legs spread and a heavy-lidded gaze. you try not to fidget, not to touch the hem of your sundress or play with your lip too much but she notices everything. you have this helpless little bounce in your knees when you're nervous, and her eyes flick down to the way your thighs press together each time. "you always this jittery, sweetheart?" she drawls from her seat, voice like rough smoke and liquor. you laugh nervously, go, “hah, yeah, i’m just excited! and a little scared. i’ve never gotten a tattoo before…” her grin goes feral. “don’t worry, i’m real good at takin’ girls through their first time.”

❀ tattoo artist!sevika who leads you into the back room with one hand around your waist, guiding you through the hallway of framed flash art and heavy music with a possessive palm riding low on your hip. “so. where you want it?” she asks once the door’s shut behind you, voice curling with smug interest. you lift your skirt a little and point to your outer thigh. “here?” her eyebrows raise. “mmm. shame to mark somethin’ so soft. but hey, your call.” her fingers brush your skin as she cleans the area and you whimper, thighs flinching shut a little, and her gaze locks on.

❀ tattoo artist!sevika who makes you lay back with your legs slightly apart so she can get the angle right, and the position alone already has your face warm and your cunt clenching. she notices. of course she notices. “nervous?” she asks low while she snaps gloves on, pressing her fingers into your thigh to stretch the skin and feeling the twitch beneath her hands. you nod, biting your lip, so she leans down, breath brushing your cheek, and goes— “don’t worry, doll. i’ll be gentle… at first.” and you swear she says that just to watch your nipples harden through the thin fabric of your dress.

❀ tattoo artist!sevika who starts the needle and watches the way your eyes flutter shut, the sting making your breath catch and your fists curl. but you don’t whine. not yet. and she likes that. “you’re takin’ it better than i thought,” she murmurs, dark eyes fixed on your face. “bet you practiced bein’ quiet for me, huh?” you choke. “wh—what?” she just smirks, mouth tilted up like she’s already imagining something. “nothing. hold still, doll.”

❀ tattoo artist!sevika who keeps one hand heavy on your inner thigh the entire session, fingers resting so close to your heat that your panties are practically soaked through in under ten minutes. and when she shifts her hand slightly,, you make a little sound that gives everything away. her voice drops. “you really lettin’ a complete stranger touch you this close to your cunt?” you whimper. “you’re not a stranger…” she chuckles, dark and low. “no? then say my name.” “sevika.” “louder.” “sevika…” “good girl.”

❀ tattoo artist!sevika who takes forever with the shading, dragging it out just to keep you on edge. every stroke of the needle is slow, intentional, making your thighs twitch and your cunt throb. your hips shift, just slightly. and that’s when she calls you out. “somethin’ wrong, doll? you’re squirming awful much.” you try to play innocent. “i-it just tickles.” she raises an eyebrow. “tickles? baby, if that’s what you call this, you won’t survive five minutes on my lap.”

❀ tattoo artist!sevika who finishes the tattoo… but doesn’t move away. instead, she pulls her gloves off slow, eyes still fixed on your thighs. “y’want a reward for sitting so still?” you nod without thinking, wide-eyed and panting already. she clicks her tongue. “spoiled little thing. bet you’d let me do anything if i called you my good girl again.”

❀ tattoo artist!sevika who pulls you into her lap like it’s nothing, one big hand gripping your ass while the other presses your soaked panties aside. "fuckin' drenched. knew it." you squeak, hands flying to her shoulders, but she grinds your bare cunt down against her thick thigh with no mercy, letting you feel the muscle flex beneath your folds. “go on then,” she murmurs against your neck. “show me how bad you needed it.”

❀ tattoo artist!sevika who watches every second of you riding her thigh, her hands gripping your hips and guiding you into a rhythm that has your clit dragging perfect against the fabric of her pants. your whines get higher, your thighs tremble, your hands clutch her tighter. and when you finally cry out, cunt twitching, grinding hard through your first orgasm, she doesn’t stop. “again.” “s-sevika—” “you asked for a reward, didn’t you?” “i—i did but—hnhhn—!” “then fuckin’ take it.”

❀ tattoo artist!sevika who overstimulates you with lazy ease, keeping you straddling her thigh and bouncing until your voice goes hoarse and your cunt leaks down her leg. she tilts your chin up with two fingers, forces you to look at her through teary lashes. “you know how many girls cry in my chair?” you sniffle. “n-no…” she smirks. “only the ones that come on it.”

❀ tattoo artist!sevika who finally lets you breathe, rubbing gentle circles on your lower back while you twitch in her lap, and then kisses your cheek real soft. “you did good, baby. i’ll touch it up for free if you need.” you blink at her, dazed. “the tattoo?” she grins. “that too.”

pt. 2

[no-144444]

accepting it- c.leclerc

summary: charles has been a bit too distant during your pregnancy, and what max said about his own child brought some ugly truths to the surface, hurting you in the process. charles realises his mistake, but it's just too late for you to believe him.

pairing: husband! charles leclerc x fem! pregnant! wife! reader

part two!

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The quiet unlocking of the door was what had woken you, Charles was sure of it. He hadn’t wanted to, mostly because he knew he’d say something stupid and piss you off. He wouldn’t mean to, but he would. That’s what the start of the season was, that’s what becoming a father was, that’s what the stress did to him. 

“Hey handsome,” you smiled sleepily from the coach, all bundled up in blankets as some random Netflix series played on the screen. 

“Hey beautiful,” he exhaled harshly, then turned to you, (fake) smiling. “You alright?”

You nodded. “Just tired,” you yawned. “Want to head to bed?”

He nodded with a groan. “Yes, please.” 

He helped you up off the couch and it hit him how close you were to giving birth. You were in the third trimester, heavily pregnant with a slightly complicated pregnancy. He grimaced when he saw you grabbing your back in pain. 

“Alright?” he asked as you winced. 

You took a deep breath and continued on to your bedroom. “Fine,” you said through gritted teeth, the pain easing. 

He led you over to your side of the bed and helped you lie down. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and turned out the lights, ready to sink into his side of the bed after his exhausting day. 

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He woke up to the sound of vomiting. It wasn’t usual to hear, but it had gotten less frequent as the pregnancy went on. “You alright baby?” he called out. 

His question was met with more vomiting. He huffed as he pulled himself out of bed and walked to the bathroom, looking at you hunched over the toilet. He frowned and knelt beside you, holding your hair. After another few minutes the vomiting stopped and you looked up at him, exhausted and sick. 

“Feels any better?” he asked. You shook your head and he frowned again, pulling you into his chest. He smoothed a hand through your hair as you leant against him, trying to calm yourself down. “It’s alright,” he soothed. “You’re alright.” 

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Brunch was going to be hell on earth for both of you, but you still both dressed up and got in the car, pretending to be excited about the family luncheon. 

“Can you believe Max said he wouldn’t miss a race for the birth of his baby?” you scoffed, scrolling through your phone as Charles drove to his mother’s house. “Poor Kelly.”

Charles gulped beside you. He’d been dreading this conversation for weeks, unsure when to have it. It’s not that he didn’t want to be there for the birth of his child, he did, badly, but he couldn’t throw away championship points for anything. He’d make an exception if it was a sprint race, but other than that… he couldn’t chance it. “Well, he has a good reason to,” he shrugged nervously. 

You turned your head to him, shock painting your features. “Are you joking right now?” 

Charles shrugged. “Not really. He’s the World Champion and he needs to stay on top this year, especially if it’s his last year, which he’s thinking it might be. I understand where he’s coming from.”

You were both quiet for a minute, taking in what he’d said. 

“So what about us?” you asked in a small voice. 

“You’re due on a non-race week,” he shrugged. “We just hope she doesn’t come earlier than that.” 

He didn’t dare look over at you, scared of what he might see. He knew this was selfish, but he couldn’t piss away his chance at being champion, not when he’d worked his entire life for it, not when his parents, family, and friends gave up so much.  

“Oh,” you breathed out, trying to stop yourself from crying. “Alright then.” 

The rest of the car ride was silent, you watched the streets of Monaco whip by you as Charles drove up to his mother’s house, and you thought. Thought about giving birth alone. Thought about how Charles had promised you he’d be there. Thought about how shitty it felt to be second to his job. You wiped your unshed tears away before you walked inside.

When you walked inside, Pascale instantly knew something was wrong. Charlotte immediately took you away to chat together, and Lorenzo was too busy giving out to Arthur about breaking up with Jade to notice, but Pascale noticed. She saw the way Charles watched you from across the room, trying desperately to catch your eye, to gauge your reaction, something. 

She pulled him aside. “What’s wrong?” 

He sighed. “Maman, it’s nothing-”

“What did you say to your wife?” he demanded. He looked down, ashamed. He knew he was in the wrong, but he still felt justified, though that justification was slowly dwindling. 

“We were talking about how Max wouldn’t miss a race for his baby, and I said I’d do the same,” he admitted. 

“Excuse me?” Lorenzo inserted himself in the conversation. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

Arthur was even looking at him in disgust, Arthur. “Charles, that’s not right-” 

“You don’t get to talk, alright?” he shot at his younger brother, who quietened out of shock. “And what else am I supposed to do? Every single year in Formula One I feel the championship falling away from me! Y/n understands-”

“She shouldn’t have to,” Pascale interjected. “Do you want that little girl? The one your wife has been carrying without complaint for 8 months?” 

Charles nodded vigorously. “Of course I do-!” 

“So you should be there for the woman who’s carrying her! She has been pregnant basically on her own for the past 8 months, either you were racing, or training, or enjoying your break - which meant doing extreme sports that she cannot do! That woman loves you too much to see how you’ve been treating her, and it’s sad, Charles. She does everything for you, and you’re even entertaining the idea of not being there for her while she goes through possibly one of the most painful experiences of her life? Are you insane?” she argued, shocked at her own son's selfishness. “If you cannot see that the woman you love is more important than a race win, you should really just let Y/n go and find a man that actually loves her. Not one who is more focused on his personal goals than the goals of his family. Your father and I raised you to be a racer, yes, but first and foremost we raised you to be a good person. And being a good person means being a good husband and father to your family, which is just starting.” 

Charles stood there for a moment in silence, ashamed of his behaviour. “You’re right.” 

“I know I am,” she scoffed. “Go make it right with Y/n, now.” 

Charles scurried off to find you in the garden with Charlotte, she had her arms around you as you explained everything that had happened, how distant Charles had been, what he’d said about the birth, everything. Charlotte sent him a particularly withering look as he stepped out into the sun, and he knew he deserved it. 

“Can I talk to my wife?” he asked, standing behind you. 

“She’s busy right now Charles,” Charlotte scoffed. “I’m just trying to calm her down from crying. Come back later.” 

His heart broke slightly, he knew you’d been taking the burden of the baby a lot more than he had (obviously), and he thought he was being gracious by not bringing it up. He thought he was doing the right thing by giving you space, but he was just subconsciously trying to ignore the fact that his life was going to change drastically and that he was scared. Still, he never thought he’d be the one to make you cry. 

“Please,” he begged. 

You gave Charlotte a nod, and she smiled at you sadly, then left you to talk. He took the seat she had been sitting in and placed a hand on your thigh. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m ruining the whole day.” 

His heart actually broke then. He was being a dick, he was in the wrong, and you were apologising. What the actual fuck? He shook his head, squeezing your thigh. “No. If anyone ruined today, it was me. My selfishness has been ruining this entire pregnancy for you,” he admitted. “And I’m sorry.” 

You stared up at him in shock. 

“You’ve been doing this on your own since day one, and that’s my personal failing. I’m sorry that I was so… distant. I was busy getting in my own head about my career, when the most important thing was right in front of me. I’m sorry, and I hope you’ll forgive me,” he took your hand and squeezed, looking at the ground. 

“Charles, I know what I signed up for when I married you,” you admitted, dropping his hand. “I know you’re ambitious, I know you want to win, and I know you won’t stop until you’re the best. Sometimes it just… gets to me that I’m not enough for you, that our family isn’t enough for you. It’s just… hard sometimes, alright? And if I’m being honest this is a bit too much too late. I know my place in your life, and I’ve accepted it. I just hope you prioritise our daughter more than you prioritise me,” you tearfully explained before getting up and going back inside. 

Was that really the standard he’d set for the love of his life? Surely not?  He had to fix this, and quick.

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[obsesssedblerd]

“Oh, Nanaminnnn!” 

At the familiar, cheery voice, Kento looks up to see no one other than Satoru Gojo, leaning against the doorframe of his office with his usual grin. “Saw with my Six Eyes that you came to fill out those reports here instead of doing it from home. Been so long since you showed your face here and—” He cuts himself off with an excited gasp, then walks closer as his smile grows wider. “You brought my little mochi!”

In Kento’s left arm, his daughter—who had woken up from her nap about ten minutes ago—coos excitedly when Satoru enters her vision, reaching her hands towards him. “Well, hello there, sweetheart! I was wondering when I’d see you again!” He slides his hands under her plush arms, then picks her up, skillfully—and safely, Kento notes—holding her in his arms. Tiny hands brush against Satoru’s blindfold, and he lifts it so his niece can see his blue eyes. They immediately soften when the baby girl laughs when he gently tickles her tummy. 

It’s so cute that Kento can’t stop the corner of his mouth from lifting. 

“Wait—Did I hear that right?! Nanamin’s here?!” 

“Itadori, wait for us!” 

“Kugisaki, you dropped your bag—Oh, come on, guys, slow down!” 

Rapid footsteps approach, then the three first years appear at the door, gasping in unison. 

“Oh, my gosh!” Yuuji, the pink-haired teenager shouts as he points at the baby in Satoru’s arms. “Nanamin, when did you have a baby?!” 

Nobara’s question comes a split-second after Yuuji’s is finished. “Is that why [Y/L/N]-sensei quit a while ago?!” 

Megumi walks to stand beside Satoru to analyze the little bundle in his teacher’s arms. “She’s… adorable.” He mumbles, gently smiling when she wraps her hand around his finger. “Very adorable. She has [Y/L/N]-sensei’s laugh.”

“Isn’t she just so precious?” Satoru asks, proudly showing her off to the first years. “So sweet and friendly, just like her Uncle Gojo.” 

“Hopefully she won’t be as reckless as you,” Kento says as he holds his hands out, and Satoru returns his daughter to him. “[Y/N] and I already believe that she’ll be the exact opposite of me.” 

Yuuji sits beside Kento to get a closer look at her. “She’s so cute. How old is she, Nanamin?” 

“Four months as of yesterday.” 

Nobara crosses her arms and pouts. “How come only he knew?” She asks, gesturing to Satoru. 

“Well, when I had to go away on a long mission, she was only a month old,” Kento explains. “He kept an eye on her and [Y/N] for me; made sure that they were both safe. I’m very grateful. We had plans to tell you about our daughter soon.” 

“Where is she now?” Megumi asks. 

“At home. I wanted her to have the morning and most of the afternoon to herself. I’ll be heading back shortly.” 

Satoru and the students share similar looks with each other, and Kento knows what they want to ask. He pulls out his phone and dials your number. “Hi, baby,” you greet when the line connects, “how’s our girl?” 

“Hi, love. She’s amazing, as always,” he says as he looks down, playfully poking the little one’s nose. “I’m with Gojo and our students. They want to know if it’s alright to come and see you.” 

“We’ll cook dinner if you’re too tired!” Nobara chimes in hopefully.

“Actually, better yet, I can just order something for everyone,” Satoru suggests. 

“And we’ll clean up,” Yuuji and Megumi say at the same time. 

You laugh, then answer Kento, “That’s more than alright. Bring them here.” 

“Thought you’d say that. See you in a bit.” 

“Yes!” Yuuji cheers. “Alright, I’m gonna ride with Nanamin so I can sit next to the baby!” 

Nobara glares at him. “Not if I get to the car first!!” 

When they sprint out the door, Megumi groans before rushing after them. “Didn’t I just tell you guys to slow down? We’re going to the same place!” 

Satoru laughs, then waits for Kento to finish up so they can walk out together. 

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there was an ask in my inbox requesting a cute drabble for dad! nanami ft. gojo (as a trusted friend of his) and the first years, but it disappeared. hope u like it, anon <3 

[cowgirlvi]

mdni. sub-top vi with a dick. fem power-bottom reader. vaginal sex. breeding. p in v sex.

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word count: 1.5k

thinking about whiny girlcock vi, who has the most sensitive dick you’ve ever bared witness to. the two of you have been hooking up for months now and she might be the best sex you’ve ever had. her reactions are priceless too, especially when she first pops the head of her cock inside your hole and she looks like she’s ascended to heaven. you can always picture her blissed out face so clearly in your mind whenever you touch yourself.

her cock is girthy, so fat that you can’t even fit your entire hand around it, and when she’s inside you, you can feel her reach your bellybutton. plus, when she’s fucking into you, she moans as if she’s the one getting fucked. if anyone were to overhear, they’d assume those were your squeaky whimpers, the sounds of you begging.

sometimes you try to just lay back and relax, allow vi to ravage you with her cock, but then she’s breaking you out of your trance and asking if it feels good, if she’s doing it right—and you sigh because she’s so dependent on you, she needs you to tell her what to do. your pussy makes her feel dumb, it makes her brain melt out of her head.

currently, you’re in her lap, bouncing on her cock like she’s nothing more to you than a toy. you’re riding her with a maddeningly slow rhythm, just because you like the faces she makes when you do; like vi can’t decide if it feels good or if she’s going to cry out of frustration.

you whimper, clenching down hard on the thick shaft impaling you, feeling it pulse and throb inside your fluttering walls, feeling the heartbeat in the thick veins running up the sides. you grinds your hips down, taking vi as deep as she can go, loving the way that her fat cock-head kisses your cervix.

vi’s desperation is palpable, her hips twitching and jerking with the effort of holding still, of letting you set the pace. It's clear that she's absolutely dying to just grab your hips and rail into you with pathetic fervor, to fuck you through the goddamn mattress until you’re both a babbling, drooling mess. but she's trying so hard to be good, to let you use her like the fucktoy she is.

vi’s hips twitch with uncontrollable desperation against you and a sudden cry escapes her lips. “baby, fuuuck, please—just, just a little bit faster—ohh!”

“are you really going to—hmmff—going to make me tell you again, vi? stay still,” you say, grabbing her face firmly, cupping her chin so she’s forced to look up and see the disappointment in your eyes. then you lean in, capturing vi’s lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue as you suck the air from her lungs. you bite at vi’s bottom lip, tugging on it with your teeth before soothing the sting with a kitten-lick of your tongue. she moans into your mouth, pulling you closer to her chest with frenzy of hands. “just make me come. okay, sweetheart? then we can, ahh, talk about what to do with you.”

vi chokes on a sob. her eyes, so blue, are staring at you pleadingly. “you’re so t-tight—unghhh! holy shit, i can’t, i can’t, i can’t,” she mindlessly babbles.

vi clearly doesn’t realize the strength in which she’s gripping onto your waist, because it’s hurting you, but right now you can’t even bring yourself to care enough. you’re consumed by the thought of her cock, excited to feel her come inside you, to stuff you full of her arousal. the pain at your waist stings pleasantly anyway, it makes your pussy clench around her cock harder and she gasps as if she’s been stabbed.

”shhh, i know it’s hard, baby. but you gotta—hnngh—hold it together for me, you gotta wait until i’m, ahh, ready to come. don’t you want to feel me come around your cock?”

vi’s chest is heaving and her face is flushed a deep, pretty candy-pink. she’s staring at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. she looks utterly debauched, completely lost in the feeling of your velvet heat squeezing her so fucking tight, but she nods obediently anyway. she’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

”mmm, you can take it,” you say encouragingly, rubbing circles on her rosy nipples. vi’s head falls back against your headboard, moaning like she’s been gutted. you know she’s going to have a sore throat after this because she hasn’t been quiet once.

”ughh, mmmff, yes—“ vi’s moans are raspy and urgent. her breaths come out in sharp, staccato gasps and her eyelids flutter as she struggles to keep them open.

you hum pleasantly, pleased to see that you’re making vi feel so good, like she’s on another astral plane. sex with her is always intimate and passionate, despite how cruel you can often be.

vi puckers her lips, tilting her chin up to capture your own in a slow, deep kiss. it’s a stark contrast to the frantic, desperate kisses you shared earlier. your tongue traces the seam of vi’s lips, coaxing them apart, and then you’re slipping inside to stroke along vi’s own tongue, tasting her, savoring her.

vi whimpers into the kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in your hair, holding you close as she loses herself in the sensual slide of your mouths. she can taste herself on your tongue from an hour ago, when you had her cock down your throat. the lingering flavor of her own arousal mixes with the unique taste that is purely you, and it makes her head spin with desire.

pulling away, you pepper kisses down her neck—vi is sensitive everywhere, not just her cock. you suck more bruises into her flesh, laving your tongue over older marks that are beginning to fade away.

vi gasps sharply. she’s always been a sucker for neck kisses.

then, despite your numerous warnings this entire time, vi’s cock starts swelling as her orgasm approaches faster. you can feel her skin buzzing and you’re about to give her a piece of your mind, to remind her that you haven’t come yet, until she starts thrusting her hips up into your with abandon. you bite your tongue, holding onto her broad shoulders for dear life. your breasts bounce right in her face.

”yes, yes—oh my god, yes!” you cry, and you’re close, you can feel electricity starting in your toes and making its way up your body. 

vi’s back is arching off your headboard, her toes are curling in the sheets. her toned body withers beneath you, the muscles in her arms flexing as she starts to lose herself in the intense pleasure radiating from her core.

“fuck me, fuck me—nghhh, fuck me!” vi is chanting, then her words dissolve into a soundless scream of ecstasy as her climax crashes over her. 

vi’s entire body tenses up; she feels like a rock beneath you—hard muscles and all. her cock erupts like a volcano inside your pussy, jet after jet of white-hot come filling your womb. she’s shamelessly painting your insides white and her eyes are rolled back in bliss, her tongue lolling out of her mouth like a dumb puppy. she’s completely lost in the throes of her orgasm; she’s dizzy with the pleasure wracking her body.

you have no choice but to clench down hard on vi’s spasming cock, milking it for her entire creamy load. you grind down hard on her twitching shaft, taking every last inch of it inside your pussy. you want to feel vi’s come sloshing around in your stuffed cunt, you want to be absolutely filled with her essence.

vi’s cock gives a few more feeble pulses inside your hot, clenching cunt before finally starting to soften, the thick shaft slumping heavily against your stuffed walls.

that’s when you begin to orgasm on her cock, while she’s sensitive and exhausted, and vi lets out a sob when she feels your pussy walls contracting around her. it’s her punishment for coming before you. and you redouble your efforts, slamming your hips down with a brutal, punishing force that has the headboard slamming against the wall.

“ohhh, vi—mmf! feels so good, babe,” you moan, rolling your hips fast and uncoordinated. you’re grinding down on her so hard that you can feel her heavy balls slap against your ass, the ones that emptied her thick load inside you.

vi grips onto your waist, trying to pull you off her cock with hazy eyes, but you shove her hands away until you’re completely satisfied. vi lets out a garbled moan, her eyes rolling back in her head. every time you roll your hips and drop them into her lap, it sounds like you’re jumping in a puddle of rain outside; because vi’s lap is completely drenched in your wetness, her fat loads of come are messily spilling out around her cock, too much to fit inside you—making the mess even worse.

“fuuck—unngh!” vi sobs.

when you’re done, you collapse against vi’s chest. she looks utterly ruined, completely fucked out and satisfied in a way that makes your heart clench with possessive pride. vi sits there, utterly boneless and spent.

you don’t have the heart to be mad at her.

(2/4/25)

[madamechrissy]

Pour it Up

Pairings: Stripclub Owner Sukuna x Stripper F!reader

Summary:- You are a single mother, your baby daddy is not just worthless, he also is actively trying to sabotage you, so you go out on your own and raise your kid by yourself. Struggling your ass off, a friend of a friend named Toji decides to offer you a hell of a deal, a few hours a night at a strip club to make BANK. While there, you meet the other owner, Sukuna, and the moment he sees you? You annoy him how beautiful you are, how much he wants you, pushing him to insanity. He knows he must have you- no matter whose ass he needs to beat.

Warnings:- reader is a mom, lowkey Yandere Sukuna behavior (He's obsessed- down bad) rec drug use, drug dealing Sukuna (the club a front lol) Mafia ties, EXPLICIT sexual content, fluff/smut AND light angst- violence, some former trauma of reader. This part- Stand up 69.... yep I said it, a HELL of a breed kink, mating press, cumplay, oral sex (m and f receiving) size kink like a MF- Sukuna is huge mmkayyy- rough sex, he's hard in the bed but soft outside of it hehe, angsty in places, and emotional. Get to know Toji more hehe- a little bit of everything <3 WC- 7k

Will be eight parts- ties into my Mob Gojo story- you'll see him and the reader fromt here in here- this chap takes place after chap two of that one- but you can read it alone. Art in the banner is by Sketch B on X

Reblogs/comments so appreciated if you enjoyy!

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Part Six

“The new leader of the Kamo family, hmm?” Sukuna murmurs, sitting across from the dark haired man named Choso, who looked so out of place he wanted to laugh, looking away from the strippers and shaking his head.

“He’s cute.” You murmur, earning Sukuna’s scowl, pinching your hip so hard you gasp. “Not like that!”

“I’ll make you pay for that and last night later.” He murmurs, jaw tense as you sit right on his lap so pretty, you’re not dressed to dance because you’re just here for the meeting with him, but your skirt rides up enough he can get a good grip of that nice ass of yours. “Getting excited?”

“Shush!” He smirks as he feels your heat on his thigh, just like the first time he asked you to come sit, the time he fell for you harder and harder.

But the truth is Sukuna fell the moment he met you, though he’s not quite sure you know that yet. He slips down the thin black strap of your top and takes some of the white powder now, tapping it along your bare shoulder, while the men talk, mentioning the man he hates more than anyone, your ex, making him stiffen just a bit.

“The Zenin won’t be any friends of mine.” Choso says calmly, smiling sweetly at one of the bartenders that brings him a drink. “Thank you, pretty.”

You watch Satoru scowl as he yanks the bartender Sukuna has just hired on his lap then, glaring at Choso, while you smile softly at your friend. She’s been through it with her own trouble from what Satoru has just shared, worse than you or Sukuna even knew, and you’re glad to see Satoru look up at her with those big blue eyes of his, clearly obsessed.

“My bartender.” He declares, making Suguru and Toji chuckle, but Sukuna is too busy scowling at you.

“Attention, brat. Give me it now.” You giggle, breathless, brushing his pastel locks back as he rolls a hundred, licking it while the music is reverberating in the huge VIP room, two girls are dancing on Toji, one on Suguru, and more trying to capture Choso’s attention. All while Satoru and your friend clearly need a room.

“It’s a lot going on is all, Kuna, I’m sorry.” He shuts his eyes, his pretty pink lashes fluttering when you press a kiss on his cheek. “You have all my attention.”

“I fucking better.” You’re giggling again until he snorts that powder off your neck, lapping it up with the tip of his tongue and pulling you tight.

“Are you ever gonna let her dance again?” Suguru asks Sukuna then, earning the look of death and everyone's laugh but Sukuna’s.

“The fuck?”

“She’s a hell of a dancer.” Toji winks over at you, making you roll your eyes, feeling your huge boyfriend tense under you.

“Sure the fuck won’t. She’s retired.”

“Kuna I’m like twenty five!?”

“Retired. Now back to business.” He presses a kiss on your neck, a hand on your thigh casually, pulling you further on his lap. “We deal with Mei, she’s likely collecting debt for the Zenin.”

“I want to deal with her, personally.” Satoru says then, his jaw locked as he grips his girl tightly, and you catch her flushed cheeks and glittery eyes.

“Satoru, you can’t go running around provoking everyone without backup.” Suguru, ever the voice of reason murmurs, lighting up a blunt, the smoke fogging up the room, while a pretty girl inhales the smoke he blows into her mouth. He pulls back then, no cough in sight, a professional. “I’ll go with you.”

“We have history.” Satoru mumbles, and Sukuna laughs then, shaking his head.

“Well who hasn’t fucked Mei?” Sukuna says amusedly.

“What now?” You demand, and Sukuna rolls his red eyes.

“I did too, I think I was eighteen.” Suguru admits, as Satoru stares at them all with an open mouth.

“What?” Satoru’s turn to demand, and Toji shrugs.

“I fucked her with Shiu Kong, threesome.” The boys are snickering, as you continue to stare in confusion.

“Okay so everyone fucked this Mei lady, so can we make her stop being a bitch to my friend?” You say now, and the room sobers up.

“We sure will, pookie, don’t worry.” Satoru says to you, before looking back at Suguru. “But I wanna go alone.” 

“Fine, Satoru, but if she gets with the Zenin…” Suguru trails off then, frowning. “Wait, Choso hasn’t fucked her, there is someone here who hasn’t.”

“Well I sure don’t want to, whoever she is.” Choso takes a blunt from Suguru’s hand, surprising you all. “Think I don’t smoke?”

“You seem like a goody goody.” Sukuna muses, earning your pinch.

“You seem sweet.”

“Well thank you.” He says, smiling as he leans over handing you the blunt, and Sukuna yanks it from his hands.

“She doesn’t smoke.” You can’t stop the affection you feel, while Sukuna inhales the blunt, making sure to blow it away from you. “Naoya is a problem, a big one, as he won’t back the fuck off.”

“I’m fine with the Kamo family meeting with the Zenin, to warn them, if you think that’s a good first step?” Choso says, and now Toji scoffs.

“He’s a little fuck face, he’ll still try shit. I say take him out.” Toji says it so carelessly, shrugging a broad shoulder.

“Toji…” You start, he shakes his head.

“Sorry doll, my opinion.”

“Let’s take Mei out too.” Satoru says with a batshit crazy grin.

“Satoru!” His girl says admonishingly, as he pouts up at her, and she brushes a hand through his snowy locks. “No killing.”

“Do you know what a mafia is, baby girl?” He asks, and she sighs, as do you, shaking your heads.

“The solution can’t just be ‘taking people out’.” Choso agrees, while Satoru angrily hits the blunt, rolling his eyes.

“Boring.” Satoru grumbles.

“Boring.” Toji agrees.

“Boring.” That’s Sukuna, making you gasp, as Suguru grimaces, burying his head in his hands.

“You all exhaust me. I think I’ll like Choso here.” He puts a hand on the dark haired man’s shoulder, and he smiles a bit.

“Let’s try to threaten them.” Gojo says, and the room all reluctantly agree. “I’ll deal with Mei, Choso can deal with the Zenin before we get Sukuna involved.”

“The fuck, why?”

“Because you’ll kill him.” Toji mutters, snorting a line off the new bottle girl’s neck, sighing as he does. “I don’t blame ya, but don’t act like you won’t.”

“I may not… kill him. Maybe? Not definitely.”

“Kuna…”

“Don’t you Kuna me.”

“Kuna.” Toji mimics, earning a middle finger in his direction while Sukuna looks up at you.

“Yes, brat?” Sukuna says then, looking at you avidly, his eyes darkening, you know how furious he is with Naoya.

“No killing.”

“You’re such a goody goody.” He huffs, tossing down a drink now, while you shift in his lap. “Fine, that’s the plan for now. I’m heading out early, me and this brat need a couple hours alone.”

“Bet you do.” Satoru grins, wiggling his white brows, and Sukuna walks out with you now, through the humming and bustling darkness of the club, holding you close, you can feel his tension.

“Text Miwa, I wanna know if she can keep Touma out for a couple hours.” He says once you’re in the back of the limo, and then he watches the flush creep across your cheeks. “I’ll pay her more, and you don't have to work today.”

“You probably won’t let me work again!”

“Nope.”

“Oh goodness. Where’s my feminism?” He’s grinning big as he yanks you on his lap, straddling him this time.

“Left the moment I snorted coke off you. Or maybe when you sucked me off so good that night?” His voice gets husky, as his thumb brushes on your lower lip, and you shift just so, making him ache.

“Got you off fast.”

“You brat… text her now.”

******

Soon you and Sukuna are all alone in his penthouse, he sets a timer then, for the time Miwa is bringing Touma back. “You’re thorough, hmm?”

“I am not getting cockblocked tonight.” Your laughter is soon turning into cries when Sukuna has his huge hands all over you, kissing you desperately, just holding you up in the air, letting your legs dangle.

“Kuna, please…”

“Stop teasing, brat… strip for me, now.” Sukuna’s order rushes through you, as you step back just a bit, unbuttoning your top until it falls down your body, then your skirt falls, until you’re in panties and a bra, his ruby eyes washing over you hungrily. “Don’t stop there, let me see all of you.”

You’re trembling without his touch, with just his gaze that holds so much power over you, reaching back and unsnapping the lacy strap, letting it fall, as Sukuna studies your pretty breasts that sway just so as they bounce out of it, little marks left where it’s pressed into your skin. He steps forward then, big hands with those tattooed wrists brushing under them, where the line of your strap was.

“Mnh!” He chuckles a bit, continuing his caresses, as if he’s trying to rub away all the strain the bra put you through that day, before stepping back, eyes dipping to your thighs.

“Panties off too.” You turn now, slipping them down your ass, peering back at him with a little smile as the pool to your ankles.

“Like the view, Mr. Sukuna?”

“Tch, you’re so bratty. Turn.” You turn back to him, bare feet padding gently across the plush rug beneath you, he’s already shirtless but now your hands are fiddling with the belt around his thick waist, dying for him to be as naked as you. When you get his thick, heavy cock free you whimper just a bit, touching that barbell coated with his milky precum.

You bend down and slip his pants and boxers, then eagerly get to your knees, only for him to pull at your hair, earning your attention to his face, a devious fucking smirk on his features. “Didn’t I owe you, for not cumming yesterday?”

“Oh, you owe me alright, passing out on me.” You giggle, but he’s pulling you up even as your tongue darts on that reddened tip.

“Let me pay it back then, hmm? Ah! Kuna…”

He’s yanked you up, pulling you by the hands until his strong back is nearly against the wall. “I see you on that pole, you know, gliding around it, hanging upside down…”

His murmur is met with his rough hands on your bare waist, squeezing against your ribcage, he makes you feel so small, as he lifts you then, like it’s nothing of course, how strong he is he just lets you dangle off the ground. “Kuna, let me suck you-”

“Oh, you’ll suck me right down that throat.” You scream out when he’s flipped you upside down then, until your calves are hanging on his shoulders, and you’re hanging upside down, hands reaching to his hips as you wriggle.

“Kuna, what!?” He chuckles right against your soppy little cunt, making you jerk, fearing you’ll lose balance, you cling, as blood rushes to your head.

“See how long you can suck me like this, huh little stripper of mine? I got you, I won’t drop your ass, stop wiggling.” You exhale, then your clit twitches as he flicks a tongue on it, arms wrapped around your hips in some insane standing 69 position that you’ve only ever read about.

“K-Kuna…” You feel the blood rushing to your head, as he laps his long tongue right against your pussy, groaning.

“Suck it deep, lemme feel your throat tighten when you cum f’me.” You’re done for then, opening your mouth as your hair falls, as your body heats up, clinging to his thighs now as you suck his cock eagerly into your mouth, and he moans against you, making the sensations higher. “Deeper, brat, you can do it…”

You suck him deeper, head bobbing while upside down, making you dizzy, as he devours your pussy now, leaning back on the wall to pull you more against him, shoving his cock so deep down your throat you gag on it, which only makes it better. He’s licking that sweetness while your moans make his cock twitch, while you’re sucking him all you can, deeper and deeper.

“God, so slutty just f’me, hmm?” You can’t answer, not with nine inches down your throat, not as you’re clinging to him, pussy pulsing around the wet muscle of his tongue, shoving in so deep then that you’re about to cum all over his face, feeling yourself floating as you dangle there, as he holds you. “Mmm, p-perfect, fuck…”

He’s losing himself in you, holding you up as you work so hard, thinking how the fuck he’s this, lucky, that he has you, all to himself. As he flicks his tongue and has you gushing across his face, thighs squeezing him, hanging on like he is your pole, sucking him like your life depends on it.

“Mngh– mpf!” You’re no longer making coherent noises, as blood rushes in your ears, and you hear your own pulse race, bucking and grinding on his face as you take so much of him your throat is burning, eyes crying.

“Good girl. Look at you.” He’s got you flipped once more now, clinging to him as he slams you against the wall, cool textured patterns pressing into overheated skin, while you’re spinning, clinging to him so dizzy.

“You’re insane, Ryomen Sukuna.” You’re clinging to him tighter, as he presses you on that wall, brushing a thumb across where drool has spilled from the corner of your mouth.

“You did so good for me, baby, shit.” His praise makes anything else fade, as color hits your cheeks, you’re grinding those hips as your thighs press around his strong torso, pussy dripping along his belly button and lower.

If Sukuna had a tongue there, he’d lap it right up too.

What an odd thought, he muses, slamming his lips back on yours, his huge hands pressing into the plush of your ass while he lets you grind right on his abdomen, making every muscle slick with your cum. “Kuna…”

“Wanna put a baby in you, shit.” You’re already weak, now he’s ending you, when he carries you to the bed, laying you down and shoving your thighs up. “Imagine, those titties dripping milk, so big…”

“Oh my god…” You’re clinging to his pastel locks, as he’s sucking on your nipples now, and you can picture it all so vividly, making you pulse around nothing, dying for him to do just that. “Do you have… a breed kink?”

He chuckles and shakes his head, Sukuna is absolutely a kinky mother fucker, he’s had submissives, he’s had girls in handcuffs, he’s even learned shibari and hung them from the ceiling. For whatever reason, he has far too much fun doing even the most basic things with you, he knows your past was…

Shit.

And your experiences, shit, so he’s eased it up on you - yes that was Sukuna being gentle - but he has never experienced whatever feral shit it is in him that makes him so badly want a baby in you. Another baby for you to take care of, to stay home with and watch their dumbass shows, to watch as your belly grows, and you’re marked more by his baby inside you.

What is it exactly that's happening to him?

With you he loses all sense of control.

“Breed kink, is that what it’s called?” He’s smirking down as you giggle, breathless, brushing your fingers against the jut of his cheekbone.

“Is it just a kink?” Your words wreck his brain, when he lines up his huge, lengthy cock against your slutty little hole, so ready for him.

“It could be more.” He shoves his cock deep in you then, folding you into a mating press, you’re screaming out, head falling back, thanking god that your son isn’t in the house, there’s no way sound proofing works for that scream. “God, so desperate, ya gonna cum already?”

“F-fuck… yes…” He’d chuckle again but you’re gripping him too tightly, he’s too deep folding your much smaller frame in half, the size difference alone in the huge man’s hands is ending him, watching his cock stretch your tight little hole, stuffing you so full. “Too much!”

“Nah, you can take it brat, huh?” You’re senseless when he pulls nearly completely out, moaning at your arousal dripping down his cock so filthy, stuffing it back inside your cunt all the way, as much as he can at least, there’s too many inches for Sukuna to bottom out in your little cunt. “Too much for you huh?”

“I c-can do it…” He’s smiling wickedly, a big white grin spread across half his face, while those ruby eyes light up and he slams into your pussy again, making you grip his biceps with those nails of yours, sinking in and leaving marks. “Kuna!”

“Feel too good, I can’t take it easy anymore.” You blink in shock when he’s pressing on those thighs, fucking into you faster, harder, smacks of his skin heard along with the sound of your greedy cunt taking all she can.

“Gonna cum, mnh!” He slows now, smirking at your cute little scowl. “N-no keep going!”

“Mmm, not yet brat.” You’re gasping as he rolls his hips so deep, his stubble along the top of his cock grinding against your little twitchy clit, making you closer in a whole other way, while his piercing hits your g spot again, rolling there, inch by inch. “Close, hmm?”

“P-please!” He sighs, you just are too pretty desperate and begging, he leans back and rolls his thumb on your clit now, as your thighs shaky, and you’re gushing down on him.

“So messy, look at you. Tch.” He’s using that slippery mess to roll on your clit as he puts the soles of your pretty feet on his chest, yes even your feet are pretty to him, every bit of you is, while he nips your ankle and presses your engorged clit deeper, making you close to shattering. “Beg for it.”

“You’re… such a jerk… I swear!” He pulls off his finger then, and you yank his wrist, still pinned, as he smirks down at you. “Put it back, please…” You’re pouting, taking his thumb and sucking your juices off it then, leaving him speechless for just a moment. “Kuna!”

“Beg me.”

“I said please?”

“Nah.” He’s pulling his entire cock out of you now, and your glare makes you look way too pretty, when he’s got you on your knees now, pressing your head down into the mattress, smacking his heavy thick cock on your ass. “God, she’s so perfect, but she needs new handprints.”

“Mnhph!” You’re whining into the pillow as he smacks one ass cheek, then the other, over and over, making you tremble in need. You’re arching up for more, earning his chuckle, as he looks at just how tiny that pussy is, the difference again wrecking his addled brain, while his cock disappears in ways it shouldn’t.

“Fuck you’re perfect, brat, shit…” He’s murmuring now, his piercing hitting some new damn spot, as he eases in you halfway, smacking your ass again, they’re covered in his prints now, the skin whelping up in places, all while you’re struggling to cum, rocking back your hips.

He holds them still, earning you up on shaky arms, scowling back at him. “Kuna, let me cum, didn’t I do good when you h-had me f-flipped!?”

“So needy, tsk.” Your eyes narrow before he shoves deeper, hand pulling your hair now, your eyes roll back as you see stars when he slams your cervix like this. “Being bratty?”

“Wanna cum, please… with you, with you.” He’s pausing now, before he yanks your head to him, leaning over your body to kiss you so sloppy, his tongue and your dripping down so messy, as you’re struggling to take him this way.

“Want me to cum inside? Fill you up?” You nod eagerly, when he pulls you to your knees, pumping deep inside you, a strong arm wrapping your body and a hand splaying your tummy.

“Please, please, K-Kuna I… want it!” You’re breathless when he shoves his cock so deep you’re squirming, the orgasm so close, but he stops again, to your frustration, to the point you’re in tears as he looks at you again.

“Want a baby in you, hmm brat?” You’re struck by the feral look in his ruby eyes. “Wanna be so full of me, here?”

He’s pressing your tummy as you nod then, swallowing, throat dry. “I want it in me, Kuna.”

“Say it - beg for it.” His husky voice and thrust send you, you lean back to cup his face, your palm feeling far too good, while your cunt is pulsating around him.

“Please put your b-baby inside me, please. Want it, need it, please… ah!” Sukuna has you on your back again, throwing you this way and that like you’re nothing, now he’s got you folded so in half your knees nearly touch the bed, folding you in ways you didn’t think were possible anymore.

“Gonna put that baby in you, fuck so many babies, huh slutty little brat?” He whispers, you gulp and nod, seeing him go so insane, and he’s ended then, rolling his hips just so, watching you go off that edge. “You’re just here for me to breed then, huh? My little fucking breed toy?”

“Shit…” You’ve known Sukuna is freaky, but he’s lost it, leaning back to watch his cock disappear again and again, groaning as he feels you tightening.

“Is that what you are? For me to breed you?”

“Kuna…”

“Answer brat, I’ll let you cum.” You take several breaths, struggling to form words as the man fucks into you.

“Breed me.” Those words send him further, as he fucks you so hard it hurts, hands bruising your thighs, but you’re dying for it, for the pain, for the way he looks at you, how he’s pulsing inside you now. “P-please!”

“Cum then, just f’me, lemme put so many inside you.”

You’re screaming his name as he finally lets you cum, his own orgasm following, his cock swelling and pulsing, filling you up so much you feel your cunt dripping his cum, while you’re gripping the blankets, panting. Your orgasm is so intense you can’t even fucking see, gasping as he lets your thighs down, cupping your face and slamming his lips on yours.

He’s still cumming from that reddened tip snug on your cervix, leaving him breathless with the intensity, and there is so much of it. Your body starts to convulse around him, a second orgasm ripping through you as he’s still not done, filling you up with his hot cum, making you feel so full, so owned when he’s pulling back finally, exhaling and looking down at you.

“Sukuna… your breed kink is intense.” You whisper, he chuckles then, the sound echoing in the room, shaking his head. “Is this normal for you?”

“God no, I’ve never…” He clears his throat then, as he brushes a finger across your brow, coated in a thin sheen of sweat. “I’ve never felt like that, or… wanted to. Shit you fuck me up, bratty stripper.”

“Bratty stripper, really?” You raise a brow, lips pursed, and he’s sighing, rolling ruby eyes as he rests his chin on his forearm, studying you carefully.

“You bring it out in me, alright?”

“Kuna… I’m your first breed kink huh?”

“Oh shut up. You love it.” He pulls out now, and your little smile turns into a gasp, as you watch just how much cum pours out, yours and his. “Messy, slutty pussy, she wants all my cum.”

“That’s your mess, Mr. Sukuna. Should clean it.” He raises a brow at your giggle, before he’s standing, laying you on your back, your head dangling then.

“Your mess, you clean it.”

“Oh is it now?” You eagerly lap at him as your hair dangles off the edge of the bed, and you tease a lick on his balls, earning his moan. “Both our messes.”

“More you.” He huffs, leaning over you to finger the sticky cum of his pouring out of your hole, making his cock twitch again.

“Mmm!” He’s shoved his cock deep in your throat, while you suck the juices off him, still mostly hard somehow, earning his soft cry that makes your sore cunt ache, while he leans over you and laps that tongue on your clit, while his cock shoves so deep in your throat you choke on it.

Sukuna groans as he fucks into your throat for the second time that day, licking his own cum off your clit, before pulling back, and watching the bulge in your throat move, sparking more inside him. “Not gonna be able to talk huh?”

The alarm goes off then, and Sukuna exhales, pressing a kiss on your clit as he pulls back, easing you up, your eyes are so fucked out you look dizzy. You touch your throat, clearing it, sitting with wobbly legs. “Almost time for him to come home?”

“Mmhmm, your little cockblock kid.”

“You love him, shut up.” You shove at him playfully, as he picks you up again, taking you to his bathroom.

“Tch, I deal with both of you.” You giggle and shake your head, seeing his plump lips twitch as he sits you down on the counter. “We have time to clean up.”

*****

When Miwa brings Touma home, you have a towel around your damp hair, as Miwa looks at you and covers her hand to giggle. Sukuna hands her hundreds. “This is too-”

“No, I really needed this. Thank you.” He mumbles, she can’t stop her giggle and neither can you as Touma runs up and hugs you over the fluffy robe.

“I love him.” Miwa murmurs in your ear, you blush as she eyes you.

“I do too.” She smiles at that, patting Touma’s head then.

“Love you Miwa!” He declares, and she gives him a little kiss.

“Love you too, be good and get some sleep for mommy hmm?” He nods as she waves at you all and leaves, when Touma turns to Sukuna.

“Will you watch a show with me?” Sukuna glares at his watch.

“It’s ten, kid.”

“It’s the weekend!”

“Melatonin-”

“Sukuna.” You glare and he sighs again. “I have to blow dry my hair, can you two watch just one episode maybe?”

“Of what!?”

“Bluey.” You and Touma say at the same time, making Sukuna grimace as you and… mini you… stare at him with those damn eyes.

Fuck he loves you, and now he’s loving your annoying kid, who wants to watch a stupid dog show.

How’d he fall so bad for you?

“I’m getting soft.” He mutters, when you kiss his cheek after he agrees.

“What’s wrong with soft? Hmm?”

“You’ll make up for this, woman.” You’re grinning as you run off, leaving him and the kid to watch this ‘stupid’ Bluey character on the couch. The kid is snuggling on Sukuna’s lap, clinging to him with his arms around his neck, the kid is as clingy as you, it seems, even as he shoves at him, he comes back. “Kid…”

“You’re comfy, Mr. Kuna!”

“Am not, I bench three fifty easy and-”

“Comfy!”

“Jesus. Let’s start this stupid show.” He wonders how long it takes to dry your hair as he scowls at the shut bathroom, you’re just torturing him. But slowly he gets absorbed in the damn show, and starts asking a yawning Touma questions. “Who’s that one?”

“Uncle Stripe! Hmm, you could be Uncle Kuna!” He presses a kiss on Sukuna’s cheek, he grimaces, wiping it off and shoving at the kid, who just comes back and clings again, laughing. “Papa Kuna then!”

“Papa Kuna the hell, kid.” Touma snuggles back in his lap as the show goes on, but his next words clutch at Sukuna’s heart.

“I don’t really know my Papa, except he made Mama sad sometimes.” Sukuna gulps, wondering just how much you don’t share, while Touma yawns again. “That’s why I’ll protect Mama.”

“Do you hate your Papa for being… well, a dick?” Touma blinks curiously, and Sukuna remembers he’s a little… kid or whatever, and doesn’t know his bio dad is a psycho dick.

“A what?”

“Shit… I mean, do you hate him for being bad to Mama?”

Touma frowns a bit for a moment. “No. I don’t… hate him. I don’t know him though. Just Mama. And she’s the best Mama in the world.” He grins brightly then, and Sukuna smiles at the clear love in his eyes for you.

“She seems like a pretty cool mom, huh?”

“The best! No one is a better mama.” Sukuna contemplates it then, what was fun and something to think of, you are a mother first, he knows that’s the most important part of you. “What should I call you, Mr. Kuna?”

“You can call me whatever kid, I guess.” He grumbles, earning Touma giggling, he sounds a bit like you when he does.

“Mama loves you.” His words again hit mushy things inside Sukuna, a mobster, a strip club owner, a man who had no attachments, now has a girl he’s in love with and a kid that he wants to take care of, so soon.

Like some whirlwind you’ve overtaken everything, since the moment his eyes met yours, and he saw it, something different, the type of love he has for you is difficult to explain or express. But he’d burn the goddamn world down for you, and your kid, if that’s what either of you needed, and any kids he had with you.

“I love your Mama too, even when she’s a little annoying.”

“Hey now!” You come out, skin all smooth and dewy, your hair glimmering from whatever fancy products he bought you, smelling far too good. “I love you both, but I am not annoying.”

“Tch. Sure, brat, this dog is annoying.”

“No, you like it, Papa Kuna.” He snorts, rolling his eyes as you falter, seeing Touma cling even tighter to Sukuna’s neck, as he pats a spot next to him on the couch, but you’re stuck there, like the gravity is pulling you down.

“Papa Kuna?” You murmur, and Sukuna shrugs a shoulder.

“He can call me whatever annoying thing he wants. Both of you and your dumb nicknames.” You sit then, tears filling your eyes, while you brush back Touma’s hair, seeing he’s dozed off right on Sukuna’s chest, feeling such affection you can hardly stand it. “Brat…”

“Don’t you tell me not to cry.” You’re already sniffling as you cover them up with a blanket, eyes watering as Sukuna sighs, reaching across Touma to cup your cheek, brushing aside a tear.

“You’re just a cry baby, hmm?” You just nod, and kiss him gently, salty tears flowing down his lips as he pulls back then, looking at Touma and brushing his hair back, your exact hair, so much of him is just like you. “Why are you crying this time?”

“Look at him. He l-loves you.” You’re sobbing quietly, and Sukuna feels his own emotions hit him, swallowing. If you make him cry he’s going to beat your backside. “He never had this from anyone but me. Never. I…”

“Shh. Let me put him to bed.” You nod then, as he kisses your head, carrying Touma to his room, coming back to hold you tightly, letting you sob all over his soft black shirt, shutting off the show with a click of the remote. “It’s okay, you’re safe here.”

“I love you so much. So much it hurts.” Sukuna gulps again, clutching your body tightly to him. “It’s crazy, how soon it happened, l-like when I m-met you…”

“Shh.”

“No, it was when I danced for you.” You pull back, cheeks a sticky mess, lip trembling so hard he brushes a thumb over it, letting you continue to melt him until he’s a mush. “You touched my tummy… my stretch mark, you said it was sexy.”

His hand comes to your waist then, thumb brushing the same area. “They are sexy. All of you is.”

“No one made me feel that way, until you, something about how you looked at me, how you touched me…” You are pulled against him tightly, as his breath tickles your lips, and he looks down at you. “I fell bad then.”

“I fell when I saw you, I knew I had to have you. And I do, and guess what?” You’re sniffling, heart pounding while he speaks those words, your hands grip his shoulder, while he holds you close.

“What?” You whisper, when he leans down further, taking over your every sense.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you or come near you, both of you.”

“Kuna…” You’re kissing, as he holds you so tightly, letting you cry against his chest, letting you whisper all the words of love Sukuna never knew he’d hear, or feel, as he rubs his hands up and down your back. “Thank you, for all of this. Everything.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. It’s everything.” He takes a breath then, smiling down at you and raising a brow. “What is that look?”

“Can we… go on a date?” You giggle, now he’s glaring daggers at you. “It’s not a joke, brat.”

“We don’t need to though, we live together and-”

“You deserve a damn date. Okay? I’ve never… been on one?” You blink in shock, one, two, three times. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Sukuna, you had a sex swing and own a strip club?”

“That doesn’t mean I went on dates.”

“Aw, so I’d be your first?” He stands as you hop up pulling him down now, giggling when he continues to scowl, looking so serious, his jaw is even clenched when you brush your fingers along it. “I’d love to.”

“Shit, yeah?” You nod eagerly, letting him pick you up and carry you to bed then, and you look so peaceful he thinks, snuggled and smiling, when your phone rings.

It’s way too late, and a private number, making his heart pound in his chest.

Sukuna picks up the phone, saying nothing, hearing Naoya’s voice then - “Where do you live now, just up and left with my son, huh? Do you really think you’ll get away with it, bitch- I have the DA in my pocket. I-”

Sukuna cuts him off quickly, his words making you stir awake. “Count your fucking days, Naoya. Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

He stutters as you realize in horror Sukuna is on your phone with him, god why can’t he let you be happy? He wanted nothing to do with you or Touma until you were happy, with Sukuna, who’s fuming, standing up right out of bed and squeezing your phone so tightly you think it’ll break.

“You think hiding behind the Gojo name will keep you safe, don’t you Sukuna - so scared you have to get the Kamo family to send me threats?” Sukuna’s laugh is dangerous then, frightening as you watch in horror.

“I’m not scared of you in any fucking way, I was trying to handle the situation with more concern than you have for anything, but if it’s a war you want, it’s a war you’ll fucking get.” Your mouth opens but Sukuna shushes you with just a look. “Or you wanna meet one on one, how’s that nose?”

“Fuck you, all this for what, to get at the Zenin?”

“All this because I love the girl you threw away, thank god you did too, you didn’t even deserve to look at her.”

“Then meet me tomorrow, I’ll send the details, and we’ll fucking end it all. She’s mine, and so is that goddamn kid, I’ll not just hand them over.”

“I’ll meet you alright.” He hangs up, and you watch in horror as your phone is crushed in Sukuna’s huge hand, crumbling and cracking, when he starts going to his drawers and digging out clothes.

“Sukuna, what did he say?” You whisper, he turns to look at you, insane, scary grin on his features.

“He said he wants to fucking die baby. That’s what. I’ll buy you a better phone, by the way.” He glances at his hand, covered in little cuts, you stand then, holding his palm as your worst fears are coming true.

“I can’t have you hurt because of me!”

“I’ll do anything for you, didn’t I say that?”

“But I-”

“I’m not meeting him tonight, I need to meet the boys. Okay?” You take a shaky breath, shaking your head.

“I want you to be in bed. I want him to leave us alone.”

“He will.”

“You can’t actually…”

“Kill him?” You bite your lip, nodding. “I love you, I’ll do whatever I have to in order to keep you safe, if it comes to it I’ll end him without blinking.”

“But you could get hurt!”

“He can’t touch me.” His bloody hand cups your cheek now, as he kisses you deeply, and your tummy turns and spins. “I need to end this for good. I have a date to take you on.”

He tilts your chin up, kissing away your tears, seeing the little bits of his own blood across your face. “Please come back home to us.”

“I will, brat, you worry too much.” Your frown makes him soften. “I will come back home, to both of you.”

“You better.” He kisses you again, getting dressed and leaving quietly, as you cry for the third time today, all for different reasons, seeing yourself in the mirror, touching your reddened cheek in the night glow, with the moon softly glowing in through the windows.

You peer down and see him hopping into a limo then, on the phone, touching your own chest as he looks up and sees your silhouette in the limo, dialing Toji’s number. “What is it? I’m getting sucked off, shit.”

“I didn’t need to know that.” Sukuna takes a shot that’s sitting in the cooler inside the limo, downing it in one go, sighing. “Finish it, I’m on my way.”

“Finish it, doll no teeth.” Toji tuts at the pretty girl sucking at him, while he’s sipping on his beer, biting back a moan and scowling at the phone. “You’re on one tonight, what happened?”

“He called her, threatening her, and I answered.”

Toji pauses then, pulling the girl off him reluctantly. “Just a minute, hmm?” She nods a bit, and Toji pulls up his pants, as he stares out the window of his apartment into the night. “What’d he say?”

“Too much. He was at her old place. The shit he… I can’t let him hurt her, or her fucking kid, Toji. I need a favor from you.”

Toji downs his beer then, grimacing and running a hand through his dark locks as he throws the bottle out with a clink. “Don’t need to beg me to help her, I will come with you.”

“Fuck you’re not that shit sometimes huh?”

“Oh fuck off Sukuna. I’m finishing this bj before I come out.”

Sukuna snorts then, rolling his eyes. “Whatever, you never lasted long from what I heard-”

“Fuck I didn’t, you don’t know shit- soundproofing your room.”

“So you wouldn’t jerk off to me.”

“Oh fuck you, I’m just doing this for her, not even you.” Sukuna sobers up a bit, as your face hits his mind, and he nods a bit.

“I’ll just wait then. Thank you Toji.”

“And a thank you? Damn she’s got you soft.” Sukuna thinks of crushing another phone, but hangs up instead, downing another shot with a shaky hand, while Toji calls back over the pretty bottle girl from the club.

“Sorry doll, go ahead now.” She’s back to sucking him deep in her throat, but for some reason Sukuna’s words and you being in danger has his mind all over, the Zenin have long been a problem. It’s why he long changed his name to the girl he loved so long ago, the one he lost.

Sukuna clearly loves you like Toji did, and now it makes him sick to think of Naoya, he knew when he saw you he was no good, but he didn’t know it extended so far. The pretty girl pulls back with a pop, frowning, and Toji grimaces, pulling her up on his lap now.

“I’ve got too much on my mind, your mouth is perfect, mmkay doll?” She nods shyly, gasping when Toji shoves two thick fingers in her pussy.

“Mr. Toji!” He’s curling them as her head falls back, and he’s kissing down her chest. “S-so good mnh!”

“Might as well have one of us cum.” He’s sucking her off him before he sends her home, finally joining Sukuna in the Limo, and seeing his addled state. “Shit, at least you interrupted me for a good reason. When’s he gonna meet?”

“Tomorrow, but I have a question for you, Toji.”

“What’s that?”

“Have you ever thought about leading them?”

Toji sputters then, as Sukuna smokes on a blunt, filling the limo up with smoke, handing Toji the blunt. “Leading them?”

“You’re the one who should be, hmm?”

“Fuck that, Sukuna, I can’t. I’ll help you take him out, but not that.” Sukuna sighs, nodding then, he knows how deep his hatred goes. “So… we’re taking him out?”

Sukuna grins. “I’d love to take him the fuck out, but one thing we are absolutely making sure of, he will never come near her again.”

A/N- Am I hinting at a Toji spinoff? MAYBE hehe- also expect Mob Gojo Chapter three next - I'll have a preview of him tonight actually. TY for all the love on the Mafia boys - I am so flattered by the love for our obsessed men. Hope you enjoyed this!

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[atlabeth]

rough first day - jimmy olsen

summary: lois asks jimmy to accompany her summer intern on her first day in the field. he is totally capable of being normal about it.

a/n: sorry this is lowkey just me manifesting because a paper like the daily planet is my dream and im a journalism student about to graduate into a nightmare job market for journos. superman lore? i dont know her. journalism antics based off my own life? of course (not the bombing part but the rest is pretty accurate lol) thank you to @emiliehornby for being my co-leader of jimmy nation

wc: 4.2k

warning(s): this is all fluff baby!!! there's a bombing at the end but no one dies so still all fluff

“Hey, Jimmy.” 

“Lois!” He rapidly switches tabs from his game of sudoku to the photos he’s meant to be editing and smiles up at her. “Hey— uh, hey. What’s up?” 

She shares a knowing smile of her own as she leans against his desk. “Do you have any assignments yet?” 

Jimmy shakes his head. “Nah, I haven’t pitched anything today. Figured I’d go where the wind takes me, y’know?”

“Well, the wind has arrived.” Lois looks across the bullpen to a young woman talking excitedly with Perry. Well, you look excited, but he doesn’t. “Have you met my intern yet?” 

“Yeah,” he says, a more genuine smile forming as he watches you. “We met when she came in for orientation last week. She— she’s great.” 

“You think so?” 

Jimmy nods. “I’m surprised you took her on, honestly. She’s a lot nicer than you.” Lois tries to swat his shoulder but he rolls back in his chair with a laugh. “Point proven!” 

“Oh, whatever,” she huffs. She calls your name and your head shoots up, and she gestures for you to come over. You say some kind of apology to Perry, who looks relieved once you walk off. 

“Miss Lane!” you say brightly. “What can I do for you?” 

“I told you to call me Lois,” she says. 

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly. “All of you are so nice here. I’m still getting used to it.”

Jimmy frowns. “Were the people at your last job mean?”

“My last internship kind of sucked,” you say. “I mean, I did some great reporting, don’t get me wrong! But everyone there was way more cutthroat than I thought they would be. And,” you tip your head, “I didn’t get paid. So this is already way better.” 

“Glad to hear it,” Lois says. “What was Perry talking to you about?”

“Oh, I was just asking him a lot of questions,” you say with a slight laugh. “This is the biggest paper I’ve ever worked at, so I’m trying to get to know all the editors. My college paper has like… fifteen people total, and it feels like I’m at least half of them some days.”

“What a coincidence,” Lois says, and she pats Jimmy on the shoulder. “My friend Jimmy here was just talking about how he’d love to show you the ropes.” 

“You would?” you ask, your eyes brightening as you break out that perfect smile once again. It’s deadly, he swears—blinding, if nothing else. 

“I would?” he stumbles, and then he blinks. Jimmy’s been wanting to spend time with you since the second you walked through the doors, and Lois is just handing it to him on a silver platter. He can show someone the ropes, can’t he? “I— I would, yeah! Definitely!” 

“Great.” Lois stands up and looks between both of you. “Senator Cia Strong is running for reelection, and she’s having a press conference today in Byrd Park for her stop in Metropolis. I think it would be a good, quick story for you to cover together.” 

“Oh, I heard about that!” you exclaim. “Her opponent’s Bill Macron, and he looks surprisingly strong for a newcomer— do you think she’ll win?” 

Lois smiles. “That’s for the two of you to find out.” 

“When is it?” Jimmy asks. 

She looks down at her watch. “Twenty-seven minutes.” 

“Twenty-sev—?” he blurts out, and he jumps up from his seat. “Lois, that’s a twenty minute subway ride on its own!” 

“You can make it if you hurry,” she says nonchalantly, but he barely hears her as he starts gathering his things at top speed. You’re moving at a similar pace, already booking it back to the intern desk they keep shoved in the corner of the office to get your stuff. 

You make it back ten seconds later—your backpack hangs off one shoulder, your camera is looped around your neck, and you’ve got your press pass and water bottle and jacket and probably five other things in your arms.

“Are you good?” he asks. 

“Yeah!” you nod, “I’ll meet you outside!” And then you’re already jogging out the door. 

Jimmy shoots Lois a dirty look as he grabs his jacket off the back of his chair and starts backpedaling. “You’re the worst!” he calls. 

She smiles. “Have fun!” 

Jimmy runs after you, narrowly avoiding a direct collision with Cat, and Lois walks back over to her desk and sits down. 

“I saw that, Miss Lane,” Clark says. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” she says airily. 

“Don’t you have work to do?”

“This is work!” she defends. “She’s my intern—I’m helping her get situated.”

“Uh-huh,” he nods. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that Jimmy’s been making eyes at her since her first day, would it?” 

Lois shrugs as she opens her inbox. “I told you, I don’t know what you mean.” 

“It’s sweet,” Clark says. “I didn’t think you of all people would be a matchmaker.” 

She frowns and looks over at him. “What does that mean?” 

This time, he shrugs with a wry smile. “I don’t know.” 

Lois scoffs and clicks on an unread press release. She gets two lines in before she deletes it. PR folks love sending her releases for things that, one, aren’t newsworthy, and two, aren’t on her beat. 

“They’re both good kids,” she finally says. “Cub reporters usually stick together anyway. I’m just giving them a headstart on it.” 

“Of course,” Clark nods. “And if sparks happen to fly, you can’t really be blamed, can you?” 

“You’ve got a one track mind,” she remarks, but she can’t fully bite back her smile, especially as she meets his warm eyes. 

The Daily Planet has a way of bringing people together, after all. 

-

You and Jimmy end up barely making it to the subway, the doors closing mere seconds after you get into the car. You collapse onto the bench beside each other, both very much out of breath from your multi-block sprint. 

“Do all of your stories start off like this?” you gasp out. 

“No.” Jimmy shakes his head, but it takes him another few seconds to respond as he tries to catch his breath. He hasn’t had to run that many blocks in… forever, he thinks. “But the reporters here like to go ‘trial by fire’ for their interns. Especially Lois.” 

“I’ve always admired her work,” you say. “Now I think she might be a little crazy.” 

A laugh tumbles out of him as he leans his head against the back of the seat. “To make it in this field, you’ve gotta be.” 

“Yeah,” you chuckle, “I’ve gathered that.” 

The two of you sit there for another stop in silence, still gathering your thoughts and breath. Jimmy can’t help but pass a few glances at you, glowing from exertion. You shrug your backpack onto the floor and start organizing everything you grabbed off your desk in your haste.

He’s only been in your presence for a collective five minutes, between your orientation last week and your real first day today, but he doesn’t want to leave it. He feels like a meteor stuck in your orbit, especially when you give him that superstar smile. 

“So,” he starts, now that his heart has finally returned to a normal rate, “how’d you get this gig?” 

“Some networking and a lot of luck,” you admit. “My favorite professor went to college with Mis— with Lois. She told me to apply, so I did, and she put in a good word for me. Two interviews and a few on-the-spot articles later, and voila! I’m here.” 

Jimmy nods. “Nothing wrong with a bit of networking. Kinda feels like it’s the only way to get anything done these days.” 

“Tell me about it,” you sigh. “I swear, half my friends are going on dates, and I’m over here with a contact list full of small-town bureaucrats.” 

He laughs some. He kinda feels bad for wondering if that means you’re single. “If it makes you feel better, you’re probably getting left on read about the same amount.” 

You laugh too, and it makes him smile. Something about you draws him in and he can’t even help it. Could Lois tell, or did she just throw him into this without even knowing? 

Who is he kidding? Lois notices everything. This is probably her version of paying him back for handling her dailies last week so she could chase a Superman scoop. 

(He will never admit it to her, but it does kinda make up for it.)

“How long have you worked at the Daily Planet?” you ask, snapping him out of his thoughts. 

“Only about a year and a half,” he says. “I got hired in the mailroom originally, but Perry brought me up to staff after a couple months. I had a ‘Humans of Metropolis’ photoblog that really impressed him.” He laughs. “And the Superman action shots that ended up front page, above the fold."

Your eyes widen. “You’ve met Superman?” 

“Yeah!” Jimmy nods after a moment of hesitation. “Yeah, so many times. We’re basically best buds.” 

“Oh my god.” You grab his arm and lean in and he stares at you with equally-wide eyes. “That— that is so cool! I— I’ve read a bunch of Superman stuff, but I never thought I might get to meet him!” 

He grins. “Reporting in Metropolis isn’t like any other city. I think you’ll realize that pretty quickly.” 

“I can’t imagine getting pictures like that, of a superhero.” You sigh and pick up the camera around your neck.  “I’ve also never been the best photographer. Not very MMJ of me.” 

“That’s what I’m here for,” he assures. “One nice thing about working at such a big paper is that you usually don’t have to go out as a one man band.” 

“God, yes,” you mumble. “I struggled through all of my media production classes. I’m definitely meant to be behind a laptop, not in front of a camera.” 

“I don’t know,” Jimmy says, tilting his head, “I think you’d make a killing on broadcast.” 

You smile at him, more genuine than anything he’s ever received before, and he feels better just at the sight. It doesn’t make sense. He barely knows you—he can’t be thinking like this. He can’t be this obvious. You don’t make it easy.  

“Thanks,” you say. “But I’m happy where I am.” 

You and Jimmy continue to chat until you get to your stop—mostly idle conversation to pass the time, but he does learn a few things. You’re from a small town in Vermont, your preferred beat is politics, and if you could bring three things to a deserted island you’d bring a notebook, a knife, and your reusable water bottle.  

Oh, yeah—he also learns that he’s a complete goner. Jimmy falls deeper into your orbit during a twenty minute subway ride, pulling out every joke he can think of to try and make you laugh and see that smile again. How is he going to work with you every day and still stay a normal, self-respecting person? 

You’re magnetic. It’s no wonder you’re going into journalism, because he thinks you can get anyone to tell you anything if you just ask nicely and give them that smile. 

It’s certainly worked on him.

But Jimmy doesn’t have to think too much about that right now, because the two of you have another five minute sprint to make it to Byrd Park on time. You show your press passes to get to the front, then you separate as Jimmy finds a spot. 

You take out a pen, notepad, and a mini recorder while Jimmy rushes to fix his white balance. He always forgets to reset it. You give him a smile and a little wave from your front row seat. He smiles back and feels dizzy. 

The press conference goes a lot smoother than the rush over did. The senator delivers pretty much exactly what Jimmy expects—improved education, protected healthcare, lowered crime, the same old. Strong isn’t the worst senator, but Jimmy thinks half the state doesn’t know anything about her policies. She’s average, and most politicians seem to be that or worse these days. 

It’s just like any other press conference—with exceptionally good lighting, Jimmy might add—until the explosions start. 

He barely even registers it. One moment he’s on one knee zooming in for a better view of Strong, the next he’s been thrown against a tree so hard he thinks it breaks in half. He hopes, at least, because otherwise that crack came from his ribs. 

It takes Jimmy a second to come back into himself. He’s protected his camera above all else, wrapped in his jacket and his arms, and he snaps a round of quick photos of all the chaos before he struggles to his feet. 

Everything has devolved into hysteria—screaming and running and batting out flames. Jimmy has to find you. You’re a small town girl and now you’re caught up in a bombing in one of the biggest cities in the world. What a great first day. 

He’s trying to search for you, but it’s hard when half the park is enveloped in smoke and flames and he can’t stop hacking up a lung. How is he meant to find you or get any good pictures in this?

“Help!” 

A voice pierces through the disorder and Jimmy knows it’s you. His heart speeds up and he starts shoving his way through the crowd. He yells out your name and you call his in response—you keep Marco Poloing until Jimmy finds you, and his eyes widen. 

You’re face down in the dirt, your leg pinned down by a fallen tree. You spot Jimmy and yell for him again, and he runs up to you.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, dropping to his knees beside you. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” you say, and you grunt as you push at the tree trunk. “I just can’t— get this— off!

“Just stay calm!” Jimmy says. “It— it’s gonna be okay!” 

Jimmy tries to push the tree off you and quickly realizes he is not anywhere near strong enough.

“Does this happen on everyone’s first day?” you ask. 

“Not everyone’s,” he grunts. “But welcome to your crash course on reporting in Metropolis. Metahumans can throw a superpowered wrench in your plans for the day.” 

“How do you know this is a metahuman?” you ask breathlessly. 

Jimmy thinks about the car he no longer has because of some villain of the week that tried to bash Superman over the head with it. If only he had been able to afford the next level up of metahuman insurance. 

“Because it usually is,” he decides on. “You, uh, kinda get used to it.” 

You huff an incredulous laugh. Jimmy attempts to lift it up even an inch, just enough for you to get your leg out, but no dice. He tries one more time—he has to save you, of course, but come on how cool would it be for him to do this in front of you?—and to his shock, the tree lifts up. 

You crawl out from under it and shift to your back, your chest heaving with effort. The crushed remains of your camera are scattered all around you. Your eyes only widen, but you’re not looking at Jimmy. 

“Superman!” you marvel, your voice a mixture of shock and awe. 

He looks over and sees that Superman is, in fact, beside him holding up the tree.

“Are you okay, miss?” he asks as he sets it back down. Jimmy glances down at his hands, a little disappointed. “Your leg isn’t injured?” 

“You’re Superman,” you repeat. Jimmy thinks you’re starstruck. 

“I am,” he smiles. His gaze goes down to the press pass still hanging around your neck, and his eyes light up. “You’re from the Daily Planet?” 

You nod, once, twice, three times. Definitely starstruck. “I’m one of their summer interns.” 

Superman grins. “I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for you, then. Welcome to Metropolis.” He looks over at Jimmy and nods. “Good to see you again, Jimmy.” 

He nods as well. “Yeah, uh— good to see you too, Supes. Thanks for the assist.” 

Superman flies off to help more people before Jimmy manages to say anything else stupid—Supes?—and you look like you’re about to pass out. 

Jimmy says your name as he moves closer to you, his eyes still wide. He puts his hands on your shoulders to bring you back to the real world. “Are you still with me?” 

“We just met Superman!” you exclaim, grinning at Jimmy. It might just be all the smoke he’s inhaled, but he feels a little lightheaded. “My first day on the job and we met Superman—” 

There’s a sudden buzzing in the air, and you pull your phone out of your pocket. “It’s Lois,” you tell him, and then you answer it. “Lois, hey!” 

Jimmy can hear her frantically saying your name even from here. She’s not exactly quiet. You move the phone away from your ear some and he chuckles. “Are you and Jimmy okay? I saw the news— the bombs—” 

“We’re fine!” you assure, and you motion for Jimmy to come over. “Jimmy too, here—”

“Hey, Lois,” he says, loud enough to be heard through the receiver. “We’re good.” 

“I’m sorry,” she says. “If I had known this was going to happen, I wouldn’t have—” 

“Are you kidding?” you interrupt. “This was incredible, Lois! We’ve got a way bigger story to uncover— no one just bombs normal senators. There’s gotta be dirt we can uncover. And— oh my god, we met Superman!” 

“...You did?” she asks, and she sounds less than enthused. 

“Yes!” you exclaim. “Oh my god, it was amazing. He saved my life!” 

“Sounds like him,” she says. 

“This is incredible,” you say. “Jimmy and I are gonna get a bunch of man on the street interviews from people that are here— can you call the Strong campaign PR person and see if you can get a statement?” 

“Don’t you think you should go to the hospital?” Lois asks. “You were just in a bombing, you have no idea who could be behind it—” 

“This is my chance to get my first Metropolis-sized scoop!” you insist. “Would you go to the hospital right now?” 

“...I’ll give them a call,” she says. “The two of you, stay safe. Jimmy has Clark’s number, call him if anything happens!” 

“Make sure you ask about her donors!” you insist.  

You hang up and you look over at Jimmy. Your clothes are singed and covered in tree bark and ashes, and you have a bleeding cut on your forehead, but you look happier than any normal person should be right now. 

“Did you get any pictures of all that?” 

“Uh, not of that,” he says. “I was kind of busy trying to save you.” 

“What about the explosion?” 

He nods and starts clicking through his photos. “I took what I could. I think I might have a concussion?” 

“That one!” you exclaim, and he stops. “That is perfect, Jimmy!” 

He got one right as the explosion went off, with Senator Strong speaking on a backdrop of blinding light. He goes to the next photo and it’s nothing but that light. He goes back to the photo that is definitely a front pager and shakes his head. He can’t believe his lens didn’t crack, but he’s very thankful. 

“Geez,” he mutters. “How lucky am I?” 

“Do you still have your laptop?” 

“As long as it’s not broken in my backpack, yeah.” 

“Change of plans, then. You get those photos uploaded to your drive so we’re ready once we get back to the office.” You take your mini recorder out, somehow not crushed like your camera, and smile. “I’m gonna interview anyone that’s stuck around. We’ll meet up in thirty minutes by the fountain, okay?” 

Jimmy nods. He looks down at your leg and sees that you’ve lost a third of your pant leg—not to mention the swelling and killer bruises starting to form. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” 

“I don’t even feel it,” you assure. “Which means we’ve gotta get this done before my adrenaline fades.” 

“You’re a little crazy,” Jimmy says. “I think you’ll fit in perfectly here.” 

You grin and Jimmy smiles. “Fountain in thirty,” you repeat. 

“Aye, aye, captain.” 

You laugh, and then you run off to get your interviews. Jimmy watches you for a good, long second before he goes off to find a still-intact park bench. Police officers and EMTs are already starting to show up—he makes a mental note to get a quote from an officer before the two of you leave. 

He might be a little crazy, too. Because Jimmy is pretty sure he would go through a couple more bombings just to spend more time with you. 

-

You and Jimmy stumble through the doors of the Daily Planet. You limped your way back from the subway station, Jimmy is now sure he has a concussion, and you both look like you’ve been through Hell and back together. 

You don’t think you’ve ever been happier. 

“We need to start making phone calls right now,” you say to Jimmy as he speeds to keep up with you. “Like, search through Strong’s donor list and bother every single one of them.” 

“I’m already on it.” Jimmy’s been scrolling through his phone for half your scramble over here, sending texts to sources and answering ones from friends who saw he was at the bombing. “The news editor at the Metropolis Examiner has been looking into her shifty financial history since her first term—she just shared her master doc with me.” 

“Great!” you exclaim. “We can bust this wide open, Jimmy!” 

You pull up a chair at Jimmy’s desk and take your laptop out of your bag. You’re already typing at the speed of light. “I’ll start a write-up on the press conference so we can get it out as soon as possible. Do you edit your photos yourself or does someone else do it?” 

“I do my own,” he says. “No one else understands my vision.” 

“Then start editing your best shots, ones you think will make us a shoe-in for the front page,” you say, and you almost squeal in excitement. “This has got to get us above the fold, right?” 

“I think so,” Jimmy says. “Perry would definitely give it to us if we got an interview with Superman. That’s why Clark is always on the front page.” 

“Well, it sounds like you two really are best friends,” you tease. “You’re on a nickname basis with him?” 

He shrugs, trying to be nonchalant. “It’s no big deal. We’re cool with each other.” 

“Maybe you can get us that interview with him next time,” you say. “Then I’ll really have something to brag about to my roommates.” 

“I’ll see what I can do,” he says. 

You grin. “Great. Now, get on those photos.” 

Jimmy nods. Technically, he’s higher up on the totem pole than you, but technically, he doesn’t think he’d get anywhere trying to pull rank when he’s only a step above you. You’re in the zone—he respects it, and he’s a little scared of it. 

“Once you’re done, you can keep looking into the Strong angle,” you say. “We move fast enough, we’ll have two articles to pitch to Perry before lunch!” 

“Yes ma’am,” Jimmy jokes. Lightroom has finally booted up, so he starts to transfer his favorite shots over. He passes a glance over at you while they’re loading. “You move fast, don’t you?” 

You laugh, high on life, journalism, and the adrenaline that comes with surviving a bombing. “Trial by fire, right?” 

“Are you two okay?” a voice asks, and you turn your head to see it’s Clark Kent with slightly wide eyes. He has a mug of coffee in each hand and he places them down in front of you both. “It’s all over every station; you even ended up in some shots.”

“We were on TV?” Jimmy asks. He might be working at one of the most acclaimed newspapers in the world, but it is still so cool to him every time he makes it onto the news for something other than his photos. 

“More than,” you assure. Your fingers are still flying over the keys, and you laugh again. “What a way to get my first byline here!” 

“I’m glad,” Clark says, and he looks at you. “Lois is off chasing that lead you gave her. I think you might be the perfect intern for her.” 

“I’m glad,” you echo. “If this is what the whole summer’s gonna be like, I cannot wait!” 

“Woah, new girl!” Steve is walking past them but he stops and backpedals, eyes wide as he looks you and Jimmy up and down. You do both kind of look like complete messes—him, at least. Somehow, you still look good. “Rough first day?” 

You and Jimmy share glances at each other and you grin. He thinks he might pass out. 

“No,” you say. “It was perfect.”