#start normalizing relaxing and doing nothing!

[spearofheaven]

⋆˚࿔ SWEET SLICE — nanami kento

SUM. touched starved and tired, nanami wants another cake to satiate his appetite.

CONTAINS. 18+ content, MDNI. 1k words. x fem reader. inappropriate use of frosting. cunnilingus. slight fingering. allusions to p in v. use of pet names.

A/N. took this concept from a fic i did for another fandom whoops 🥸 anyways, you guys rly seemed to enjoy munch nanami so here’s anotha ^.^

the scent of vanilla and warm sugar accompanied by the sight of you in a frilly pink apron, mixing up whatever recipe you stumbled on pinterest all but told nanami that he was home.

today was no different.

kento was welcomed by the sight of you standing at the kitchen counter, cracking an egg into a bowl. he rolled his shoulders back, the muscles cracking and the exhaustion from the day finally starting to settle in. now, was that he finally able to relax.

he slipped off his shoes at the door, sliding into a pair of house slippers before making his way over to the kitchen. "hi sweetheart." your husband wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his head on the crook of your shoulder.

"hi kento," you greeted, turning to face him and swipe a streak of flour across his nose with your pointer. he didn't seem to mind too much—leaning in and pressing gentle kisses against your neck where his your shirt was hanging off.

every single nerve of your body was ignited just with the slightest brush of his lips, your body practically a manual that he'd read time and time over. you almost didn't want to stop him, but you had almost mixed in a spoonful of salt instead of sugar, "ken, you mind waiting until i'm finished?"

and normally, he wouldn't mind. he'd read whatever section he missed from the morning's newspaper or take a quick nap before dinner—but he found himself needing his wife. needing to be around you in some form, needing to touch you. "go ahead and keep baking, you won't notice me."

what a lie.

even without trying, you could feel every movement he made behind you. every brush of his lips, of his fingertips, the jerk of his hips. your back arched against him, his fingers moving underneath your apron. unbuttoning your shirt carefully, like that wouldn't distract you even further.

you managed to get the wet and dry ingredients mixed into a large bowl, the electric mixer working them in together. and at the sign of you finally taking a break when the batter went in the oven, he took his opportunity to turn you around to face him.

kento took the bag of frosting you'd prepared earlier, drizzling an even stripe down your navel and two dots on your nipples. "you look delectable," he groaned just at the sight, before getting down on his knees. your fingers raked through his hair, pulling at the blonde roots when his tongue flicked out.

slowly licking the frosting off your tummy, he kept his eyes locked on your blissed out expression. "better than any cake you've made," he murmured, and if you weren't so turned on, you would've taken slight offense. he made sure to lick off every single bit of frosting before standing up, leaning over to latch his lips onto your nipple.

he swirled his tongue around your areola, getting every drop of frosting off your skin as he lapped it up. your nubs hardened underneath his tongue, your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. "look at me, sweetheart," kento spoke up, moving from one nipple to the next. giving it the same, loving treatment.

you looked down at him, your thighs clenching together at just the sight of his rumpled suit and desperate look. desperate for you to let him keep going, "do you want me to leave you alone now or can i please my wife?"

"ken, please, i need you." that was all he needed to hear before he was sinking onto his knees again, large hands spreading your legs apart.

"ah fuck," you trembled out as you felt kento's breath fan against your wet cunt, your pussy already clenching around nothing at the sensation.

"so wet and i haven't touched you yet, my love," he murmured, spreading your folds with two of his fingers. he let a globe of spit trail from his swollen lips down to your cunt, feeling his cock strain against his pants.

he could feel your clit pulsing underneath his fingertips, your body betraying you when you said you wanted to wait. you wanted this as much as he did. if not, maybe even more.

you pushed your hips back onto his face as he pushed his tongue into your wet cunt, feeling your slick coat every single one of his tastebuds at the contact. nanami knew how proud you were of the baked goods you made, but none of them would ever compare to the taste of your essence.

"don't stop, ken, please, fuck," you moaned out, nails digging into in his scalp and hips bucking into his mouth. he moaned into your cunt, the vibration shooting straight up your spine.

kento ate out your cunt like he was a starving man, the task messy as he spat into it and pushed his tongue inside you. your slick mixed with his spit, the taste of you after so long almost making him delirious.

you gripped the countertop tightly, your eyes fluttered shut as you basked in everything that your husband was giving you. his tongue swirled around your clit in small circles, the sudden stimulation having your toes curling and seeing stars.

it wasn’t long before you opened your eyes and took the opportunity to really look at him, seeing your slick coating majority of his chin while some of it dribbled down to his shirt. his eyes were tightly shut as he focused on the task at hand, almost seeming more into it than you were. "i missed you, sweetheart. you taste so good," he mumbled, praising you for the meal. you responded with a moan.

you felt yourself getting closer to that climax, kento's tongue continuing its motions on your clit while his thick fingers opened you up to take his cock later on. you let out an exasperated sigh when you felt him pull away from you just as you were about to cum, though that was quickly shut down when he pressed his lips onto yours.

tasting yourself on his tongue.

he pulled away after a couple seconds, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his eyes glued onto the turtle timer you had situated on the counter, the little thing tick tick ticking before he unzipped his slacks and looked over at you,

"think we have enough time before the cake's done?"

🏷️: @riveredmoon

[tiredsaltybeans]

Asking the LADS to sit on your lap

Another cross post of old headcanons from my wattpad

🩸Sylus:

🩸 "No." "But-" "No."

🩸 I'm sorry but it ain't happening 😔

🩸 He is not ruining his reputation just to get a nice seat, no offense.

🩸He will tease you about it though, don't ever doubt that.

🩸 If you are really that persistent then maybe, just maybe after a month of nagging he might let you.

🩸 In private.

🩸 When no one's watching.

🩸 He will prolly not even put his full weight on you.

🩸 If you wrap your arms around his waist while he's in your lap he won't ever admit it but he likes it.

🩸 And if you kiss his back?? Man just wants to hold you forever.

🩸 Although he prefers holding you he does enjoy sitting in you lap from time to time.

🩸 Just don't ask for it in public, there will be consequences when you get home. (Nothing pervy)

❄️ Zayne:

❄️ Honestly thinks you're joking when you first ask.

❄️ When you assure him it isn't a joke then he'll just kinda give you a blank look, like "what 😐"

❄️ Probably won't agree at first, he knows he's larger than you and doesn't wanna hurt you.

❄️ Maybe normalize the idea that you can handle it a bit, that might speed up the progress.

❄️ It'll take about a week for him to fold and finally let you.

❄️ And when I tell you he's stiff I mean he's STIFF.

❄️ Bro honestly is like a statue with how awkward he is.

❄️ Please comfort him and cuddle him, wrap your arms around him to chill him out.

❄️ He will eventually melt into your embrace and if you're lucky, cuddle you back.

❄️ After that he will let you have him on your lap occasionally.

🌊 Rafayel:

🌊 My man honestly is so flabbergasted that he drops his paintbrush and leaves a weird green streak down his beautiful ocean painting.

🌊 He turns to you, eyes open wide and just stares.

🌊 Poor fishie doesn't know what to do with himself as his face lights up with colour.

🌊 "Why??" He really is so confused tbh 😞

🌊 He will stare at you intently if you try to explain.

🌊 If you don't it makes him even more curious.

🌊 Definitely says no at first out of embarrassment.

🌊 Come back to his studio tomorrow and he's teasing the heck out of you 🥲

🌊 If you ask for a day or two he'll give in.

🌊 He just wants you to think he's a cooler fishie than he is.

🌊 Honestly pretty flustered when he sits down on your lap.

🌊 Hold him for a little while and he'll start to relax, it might just take a few tries before he gets comfy sitting in your lap.

🌊 Once he's used to it he will, I repeat he will, randomly plop down on your lap at the weirdest times.

🌊 Talking to a friend and he's bored? On your lap.

🌊 Working on something important for work? On your lap.

🌊 He'll even do it when you're watching a movie together.

🌊 Bro honestly has no shame, beware 😞

Authors note: I'm so sorry these are cringe I made them like months ago 😭

[stinkysam]

Choi Subong “Thanos” - Dream.

Warning : drug usage

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “reader and Thanos where both are bros, one night they're high and it leads to confessions?” + “some fluff,some lovely vibe,like male reader takes one of the magical pills and he goes all lovey dovey with Thanos,just touching him gently,tracing his cheekbones with his fingers” - anon

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : bold is in English

You were beyond stressed.

Your job was horrible, you hated working with people, the customers always acting entitled and downright stupid.

Thanos had told you to leave, find a better place. Hell, he was even okay to have you crash at his place so you wouldn’t have to pay the rent of your flat while looking for another job. You could even stay with him once you had reached your goal.

You had refused at first, you had struggled so much to find that job, sent so many applications and got rejected if not ignored almost all the time, except for the place you currently worked at, who had accepted you a little too quickly.

You wondered why, but now you know. Everyone hated working there, understaffed and shitty managers, people constantly resigning and leaving on short notice because of how horrible the atmosphere was.

But you’ve had enough now. Like the others, you left without even properly explaining your reasons to your boss, feeling like you would explode mid sentence if you started ranting about every wrong thing with this place.

So you gave your flat away and stayed at Thanos’ place while you looked for a new job. Sending countless applications once more, going to multiple interviews to end up being ignored, not even a little mail to acknowledge the meeting.

It was stressful. You felt like a burden, a failure who has no place in the working world. With each passing day you grew more tense, obsessed in finding a job, anywhere that would take you, who cares if it wasn’t your dream job, you could never do it anyway.

Over the months, Thanos tried to get you to relax, inviting you to parties at a friend’s house or at a club. At first you accepted, but quickly realized your jobless life made you incapable of enjoying yourself without feeling guilty about it.

You saw your bank account shrink over time, horrifying you, not wanting to be in the red financially. You became obsessed with how you spent your money, calculating everything, always buying the cheapest thing and selling the little things you owned.

Thanos had had enough. You were not the guy he had befriended years ago, even less the one he fell in love with, you were pitiful and sad, refusing to live and enjoy things.

Laying down, he stared at his cross necklace, thinking, debating. Normally he never would’ve shared what the pendent contained with you. You had said long ago that you wanted to try the pills he had, but he never let you, not wanting you to fall into the same trap as him.

But now he was considering it. Maybe one pill would help you relax ? Chill out for a few hours. He’d stay with you so nothing bad would happen, you’d be safe together, just the two of you at his place.

“[Name] !” He called out, making up his mind, sitting up on his bed.

After a few seconds of silence he heard footsteps approaching, the door slowly opened with your head poking through.

“Yeah ?”

“Come here.” He waves at you to come in. You stared at him. “Come on.” He urged, still waving his hand. “What were you doing ?”

“Uh, a company I applied to answered my email and they sent me a pretty big questionnaire. I’m not even halfway through.”

“It’s timed ?”

“No ?”

“Then come in. Move before I change my mind.”

You shook your head in annoyance, you didn’t really have time for his antics right now. With a sigh you approached him anyway. He smiled, grabbing his cross.

“Give me your hand.”

You quickly understood what he wanted.

“Right now ? I thought you didn’t want me to try them ?”

“Ahh !” He sighed loudly. “Shut up and take it. You’re so annoying now, I can’t stand you ! You used to be so chill before !”

You stared at him, hesitating. Sure your email could wait, but should you try it ? You didn’t even know what the name of his pills were.

“I’ll be with you, hurry up !”

“Okay !” You hissed as you held out your hand, letting him place a yellow pill in your palm before taking a blue one and bringing it to his mouth. You did the same, slower than him and waited.

It felt awkward.

…

Were you getting more relaxed ? You weren’t sure.

You looked around, waiting for the effects of the drug to begin.

Thanos observed you with a smile, patting the side to tell you to sit next to him.

Just as you moved, you felt your body being all weird, as if your head was spinning. So light and fast at the same time. When did you sit ?

You turned to see Thanos, still smiling at you, chuckling. You squinted your eyes, the light feeling too strong now, the colors blurring together, fuzzy.

Suddenly Thanos approached you, your heart missed a beat at how close he was. You missed how he glanced at you, half cocky, half anxious at the proximity. He stretched his arm past you and turned the lights off.

He had forgotten to open his blinds this morning so his room was completely in the dark now. The sun peeked through the small gaps, allowing you to briefly see shapes.

Although you felt your heart beat faster, you felt so relaxed at the same time.

You heard rummaging, Thanos struggling to find something. You stayed silent, mind levitating as you realized your breath might be hitting him in the face.

You stopped breathing.

Suddenly you heard a click quickly followed by light, a much softer one than earlier and then Thanos moved back to his place, allowing you to breathe again.

A lava lamp. You looked at it with squinted eyes. Despite being dim, it felt too strong to look at it directly so you looked away.

You blinked several times, the bed felt so soft, like it was swallowing you. You chuckled quietly at the thought. To help the mattress swallow you you slid down, now laying on your back. Thanos followed you, grabbing your hand.

“So ? Isn’t it great ?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

You almost didn’t reply, too absorbed by his hand holding yours tightly yet gently.

You hummed and smiled, happy.

You hadn’t felt like this in a long while. So light.

You turned to lay on your side, your left hand still holding Thanos’ hand. He was smiling too, half his face almost hidden in his pillow.

You closed your eyes, relaxing further. Slowly drifting in and out of sleep.

When you re-opened your eyes, Thanos was playing on his phone. The lava lamp was off, the only light was his phone.

Laying on his back, focused on the game, he didn’t notice you were awake and he quickly looked at you in surprise when he felt your fingers in his hair.

They were soft, tickling your skin lightly, they felt fresh, almost damp, as if he had showered not long ago and left it to dry alone.

“What are you doin’ man ?” He asked quietly, almost laughing, eyes back on his game.

You just hummed in response, blinking slowly. It felt like a dream. You continued petting his hair, enjoying the feeling. It tickled his scalp a bit how tender you were being with every strand of hair. You twirled them around your fingers, playing for a few minutes.

Then your fingers went to his forehead, caressing his skin slowly before focusing on his eyebrows. Thanos only complained when you began touching his eyelashes

“Bro, I can’t see if you do that.”

You hummed in response before letting your fingers lightly slide on his nose, from his brow to the tip before going to his cheekbones and then his dimples, softly pressing on his cheek.

After a few seconds your fingers traveled again, to his jaw this time, tracing it all the way from his earlobe to his chin.

Thanos eyed you, losing interest in his game despite being close to victory.

Your fingers moved higher, slowly going to his lips, caressing them from one corner to another.

You were barely registering what you were doing, not even realizing he was staring at you intently, too focused on the feelings of what your fingers touched.

Then his phone went dark, the lack of interactions making it lock itself. After a brief moment of silence, you spoke.

“I love you.” You said quietly, sighing. You weren’t really saying it to him. At this moment you were just in a dream, thinking it was over.

Suddenly the phone lit up again, Thanos having unlocked it. He was looking at you with wide eyes.

“Huh ?”

“Huh ?”

“Huh ?” He repeated. “You love me ?”

Fuck.

“You heard it ?”

“The light went off, not my hearing.”

You stared at him, unsure of what to do. The pill you took was still making your head feel fuzzy, wondering how real this moment was. Dream in a dream ?

You sighed loudly, rubbing your face with your hands. Thanos chuckled.

“Relax, I love you too, man.”

You quickly removed your hands from your face to look at him, surprised. He was smiling, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Wanna kiss ?” He asked with a cocky grin, inching closer.

“Am I still dreaming ?”

“What ? No. Look.” He pinched your arm, making you yelp and slap his hand before rubbing where he had pinched you. “So ?”

“…” You stared at him, thinking. “Actually, I still have no idea. Does pain not exist in dreams ? What is pinching supposed to do ?”

Thanos stared at you again, he had no idea what to reply.

“Okay. What about… we kiss, and when you wake up I make sure to confess to you for real ? I promise I’ll do it.”

You squinted your eyes.

“But the real you won’t know about that promise.”

“I’m dreaming of this too so I’ll know.”

“But will you remember your dream ?”

He sighed before nodding.

“I don’t think I’ll remember this dream. It’s been years since the last one. You promise you’ll still do it even if I don’t remember it ?”

His phone went dark again, but Thanos didn’t care about it and closed the distance, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

“I promise.” He said quietly, smiling against you as you reciprocated the kiss.

[arletteluna]

Something Deserving

Toji Fushiguro has never known comfort. Not as a young boy. Not as a strong fighter. Not even when his son was born. He’s always been on edge, looking for the next adrenaline fueled, money invested job. He thought that was what “comfortable” was.

But here he was, letting you put a clay mask on his face, claiming it’s good for his old man pores.

“Toji sit still,” you huff as you apply the mask over his face, a light green shade over his face, matching his eyes.

“Easy for you to say, ma. This shits cold.” Toji says as he shifts once more, leaning back on the bathroom counter as you finish applying it.

You press your fingers gently against his cheeks, trying not to smile as his face twitches beneath the mask. “Beauty is pain,” you tease, stepping back to admire your work. “Now, stay still or I’ll mess it up and we’ll have to start all over.”

Toji rolls his eyes, arms crossed over his chest. “Ya do realize I’ve had my ribs broken and walked it off, right? What’s this mask supposed to do anyway?”

You raise a brow. “And yet, you’re whining more about this than you do about your daily wounds.”

He gives a lopsided smirk at that. God, how much you loved that smirk of his, which spreads across his lips, stretching his scar. “You were patching me up half-naked, so I had a distraction.”

Your laugh echoes in the small bathroom, light and bright, and Toji finds himself relaxing without even realizing it. He watches you move, gathering the used applicator, wiping down the counter, and something settles in his chest. A feeling he still doesn’t quite know what to call.

You catch his gaze in the mirror. “What?” you ask, blinking at the softness behind his usual sharp stare.

Toji shrugs, eyes narrowing slightly as if annoyed with himself. “Nothing. Just… don’t hate this, is all.”

“You mean the skincare routine?” you say, turning to face him.

“I mean… this,” he says, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. “All of it. The quiet. The normal shit. Feels fake sometimes. Like I’m not supposed to have this.”

You step forward, placing your hands gently on either side of his face, mask and all, to make him look at you. “You get to have this, Toji. You get to have me.”

He studies you for a long moment, eyes flicking between yours like he’s trying to commit something to memory. Then, as if surrendering to the truth in your words, he sighs and mutters, “If you tell anyone I let you do this to me, I’ll kill you.”

You grin. “Your secret’s safe with me, old man.”

Toji leans down, careful not to smear the mask, and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Good. Now hurry up. You said this crap comes off in ten minutes, and I want a damn nap.”

You loop your arms around his waist and rest your head against his chest, hearing the steady beat of a heart that once knew only battle. “Yeah, yeah. Nap and a face serum. You’re so spoiled.”

Toji chuckles, a low, rare sound that feels like warmth on winter skin. Maybe this was what comfort is. Maybe, just maybe, he was starting to like it.

A/N: Fluffy Toji is such a cute writing experience! I have myself kicking my feet

[dayasfilms]

Steve Says “I Love You” for the First Time

Summary: Steve finally says he loves you for the first time, and you say it back.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Year: Around October of 1982

Warning: No mentions of Y/N, fluffyyy, two teenagers being lovesick idiots, I highly recommend reading my ST series Reticent (click the Series Masterlist below) before reading this one shot

Word Count: 0.6k

Note: Ahhhhh my babies first time saying “I love you” to one another!! Let me know what you think!!

Series Masterlist

ㅤ♡ ㅤ♡ ㅤ♡

Steve insisted on walking you home after the two of you had spent the evening doing nothing and everything in his living room. You ate too much candy, flipped through old books, listened to records and talked about dumb stuff that didn’t really matter. You hadn’t planned to stay that long, but the time always slipped away when you were with him.

You were holding hands, him swinging it back and forth as you two walked in comfortable silence. “Y’know,” he said suddenly. “If your mom finds out you stayed that late, I’m probably dead.”

You laughed under your breath. “She likes you more than you think.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “She asked me if I had a job yet.”

“…Okay, so she likes you with conditions.”

He nudged you with his shoulder, grinning. “Guess I better start mowing lawns or something.”

“That’s kind of hot.”

“What part about mowing lawns is hot?” He asked, turning to you.

You hummed, pretending to think. “Hm, maybe the part where you did it shirtless.”

“Ah, so that gives me all the reason to start soon in order to please my beautiful girlfriend,” he teased, poking your side and making you squeal.

You were still smiling as you turned the corner and reached the edge of your block. Neither of you said anything as you slowed down, feet dragging as you came to a stop under the dim streetlamp.

The light above cast a soft yellow glow, and you could see the way his hair stuck to his forehead from the walk. His fingers twitched nervously like he wanted to say something.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened. You weren’t sure you’d heard him right at first, like maybe you imagined it. But no, because he was staring at you, eyes also wide now, like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud. And then he began to panic.

“Wait—shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to just—like, I meant it, but I wasn’t trying to say it right now,” he rushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You don’t have to say it back, okay? Seriously, I’m not trying to pressure you or freak you out or anything—”

You stepped forward, grabbed the front of his shirt, and kissed him. His lips were soft against yours, and you felt him stiffen until he relaxed and cupped your cheeks, bringing you closer.

When you pulled back, Steve was completely still, his eyes looking down at you. You smiled at him, pecking his nose before finally saying the words you’ve been dying to say ever since you figured your feelings out. “I love you too.”

Steve’s mouth curled into the biggest grin you’d ever seen, teeth and all. His shoulders relaxed instantly, like someone had let the air back into him.

“Yeah?” He asked, already smiling like a lovesick fool.

You nodded, giggling. “Yeah.”

He didn’t say anything for a second, just pulled you into a hug so tight you almost laughed. His hand cradled the back of your head like he was scared you might disappear. And then he kissed you again, slower this time, like he wanted to savor this moment.

When you finally pulled apart, he leaned his forehead against yours, and whispered to you. “I feel like I’m gonna explode.”

You chuckled. “That would be a very dramatic end to this night.”

“I’m serious,” he mumbled, his lips brushing against yours. “You can’t just say stuff like that and expect me to be normal.”

“Who said you were ever normal?”

He kissed your cheek, your nose, and then your lips again, like he couldn’t help himself.

You felt that fluttery, fizzy feeling in your chest. The way your heart jumped just from the way he looked at you. The way his hands held you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever known.

You finally said those words. They were out there and he knows how you feel about him. You know how he feels about you.

Now that they were out there, you were never going to stop meaning them.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Suburban Chaos ||Dean Winchester||

A/n: Dad!Dean

It started out like any normal Tuesday morning.

Dean was sipping his coffee at the kitchen table, squinting at the front page of the newspaper like it personally offended him, while you stood at the counter in a robe, feeding Jack Jr. mashed bananas and kissing the top of his sleepy little curls. Once he was done eat you lifted your son out of his high chair walking over to his playpen in the living room.

Peace. Quiet. Domestic bliss.

Then came the sound every parent knows too well: total silence.

Dean froze.

You glanced up, mid cleaning the chair off. “Where’s Ellie?”

Dean narrowed his eyes. “She was in the living room.”

“Was?”

Dean stood slowly, coffee forgotten. “I don’t like this. It’s too quiet. She’s either finger painting the dog or she found the taser.”

You gasped. “Dean—!”

“I hid it this time, babe. Relax.” He kissed your cheek and headed toward the hall. “I’ll check.”

Meanwhile, Upstairs…

In your bedroom, Ellie had dragged Jack Jr.—who was one year old and full of trust—to the floor.

Jack sat inside Dean’s old army duffel bag, looking mildly confused but not distressed. He was holding a sock and drooling on it happily.

Ellie, standing in her glitter rainboots, unicorn pajamas, and her daddy’s second favorite flannel tied around her like a hunter’s cloak, was zipping him in with expert precision.

“Okay,” she said seriously. “You stay in there, okay? No crying. Demons like loud babies. It ruins the trap.”

Jack gurgled.

Ellie nodded solemnly. “That’s the spirit.”

On the floor nearby were her tools:

• One plastic angel blade

• Her Etch-A-Sketch with “DEMON TRAP” scribbled in jagged spirals

• A juice box

• And a sticky note that read:

“BABY DEMON BAIT – DO NOT OPEN UNTIL HUNT COMPLETE”

Dean opened the door.

And froze.

His son. In a duffel bag.

His daughter. Wearing his flannel.

His hunting gear. Being used for toddler tactics.

“Ellie.”

She jumped and whipped around, eyes wide. “Oh. Hi, Daddy!”

“…Why is your brother in a duffel bag?”

“I’m training him! Like you said!”

Dean blinked. “I said what now?”

“You told Uncle Sam you started training at five. I’m starting Jack early! He’s my sidekick.”

Jack Jr. giggled from inside the bag.

Dean ran a hand down his face. “Sweetheart, he’s barely walking.”

“But he has potential! He’s quiet, he can chew through rope, and he doesn’t mind the dark!”

“…Jesus Christ.”

A Few Minutes Later

You came upstairs and found Dean sitting on the floor, Jack now out of the bag and happily gnawing on his sister’s juice box straw.

Ellie sat beside him with her arms crossed.

“I don’t see why you’re mad,” she huffed. “At least I didn’t use the demon knife.”

Dean turned to you, eyes wild. “She has a ranking system, sweetheart.”

You barely held in a laugh. “Were you going to actually use him for bait?”

“Not real bait,” Ellie pouted. “Just… pretend bait. Maybe lure the ghost dog back.”

You blinked. “What ghost dog?”

Dean stood up fast. “There’s a ghost dog?!”

“I named him Mr. Growly.”

Dean turned to you. “Okay, we’re burning sage tonight. A lot of sage.”

You just smiled and took Jack Jr. into your arms, pressing a kiss to his head as he giggled like nothing had happened.

Ellie sighed dramatically. “You guys are so overprotective. He likes it in the bag!”

Dean knelt to her level. “Baby girl, listen to me carefully. Jack is not for bait. Not for traps. Not for luring supernatural creatures.”

She nodded slowly.

Dean raised a brow. “You’re lying to me, aren’t you?”

She immediately whispered, “I’ll use a plushie next time.”

Dean sighed and muttered, “She’s literally me with pigtails.”

You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “At least she’s using her powers for something… creative?”

He groaned. “That’s not creative. That’s concerning.”

Ellie piped up again. “Can I use Uncle Sam next time?”

Dean paused.

You gave him a look.

He grinned. “We’ll allow it.”

"Dean!"

"What!!"

Bonus Scene: That Evening

Sam, coming over for dinner, opened the hall closet to find a baby monitor, a half-empty juice pouch… and a neatly labeled duffel bag with “TEST DUMMY” written in crayon.

“…I’m never having children.”

From the living room, Ellie shouted, “YOU’D BE A GOOD TRAP, UNCLE SAM!”

He closed the door slowly.

And went back to his car.

[softneomiro]

Night drive

Geum seongje x female reader (oneshot)

Wordcount: 2653

Contents: Car sex, blowjob while driving, teasing, cockwarming, fingering, anger as foreplay, squirting, panty kink/panty sniffing, seongje has sadistic/masochistic thoughts (everyone act surprised 😳), basically seongje try to be normal challenge failed again, if seongje and y/n disappear by the end of this fic you'll know why 💀

Synopsis: Seongje's mad at you. And you're mad at him. What seems to be like an endless night drive gets exciting when he starts pulling up tricks to get your attention back.

Author's note: Don't do risky things when driving yall safety first! Also do you guys want to know something funny. When i type seongje into a word document it autocorrects to sponge 😭😭 Anyway hope you enjoy this fanfic :)

Masterlist

The ambience was tense and raw. It was irritatingly quiet. Not to you though. You were trying to keep it that way so there won’t be any more arguments. You could barely even hear you breath. It’s almost as if you weren’t there sitting inside the car next to seongje while he was driving. You felt like your voice didn’t matter in the first place so why bother talk. So all you did tonight was look at the night sky outside. And this seems to be bothering seongje because he clearly knew you were upset.

Seongje never had to look directly at you to notice the little changes in your behaviour. He noticed how your eyes have been glued to the same spot on your side of the window for 30 minutes now. He noticed how your posture was stiff; you weren’t relaxed or leaned back to the seat. He saw how your hands weren’t resting on your lap, they were fidgety. And it all pissed him off.

He doesn’t mind a quiet atmosphere between you two, but not when it’s like this. He loved existing in the same space with you, even in silence. During moments like that he would let he's abnormal thoughts take over him while you indulge in your own daydreams. You were pretty much the only person that he would expose he’s raw self to.

But right now? This wasn’t it. This is not the type of mood he craves when he’s with you. This is not relaxing. Even worse it’s not even sexual tension. It was just pure madness.  

“Say something” seongje tried to cut the tension in the atmosphere but he’s voice was mundane. It sounded like he was forced to say it. There was no emotion in he’s voice as if he’s disregarding your feelings. He’s eyes were still focused on the road, not glancing at you even once, not even secretly.

“Like.. what?” you asked without looking at him. There was no reason for you to look. There was nothing to see. Nothing but disappointment. “I have nothing to say” you said softly while still gazing outside.

You heard seongje sigh deeply. He’s getting frustrated and every bone in your body can feel he’s anger rising through. Seongje was poking the inside of he’s mouth with he’s tongue. He was roughly gripping onto the steering wheel with one hand, he’s nails now leaving a mark on the leather. He bit he’s lips, he’s eyebrows furrowed as if he’s thinking of doing something so horrible. He used he’s other hand to push back he’s glasses further up he’s nose bridge. This only signalled one thing. He’s bracing himself to do something unspeakable and you asked for it.

The car engine started roaring which took you in by surprise. It was no longer quiet. Seongje recklessly started speeding and the car started moving at a speed of light. Seongje wasn’t a careful driver but he was when you were with him. He never speeded more than the normal limit if you were next to him which alone highlighted how special you were to him. So this was him basically demanding a reaction from you.

“Seongje stop” you turned around to look at him for the first time since you got inside the car. “SEONGJE WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP” you entire body was now facing him. As absurd as that sounds this was all he wanted. He was putting up this childish act all because he wanted you to look at him and stop ignoring him.

“Fucking finally” he scoffed. He stopped pressuring the accelerator. He turned he’s face to look at you. You got goosebumps when you met he’s stern, cold eyes. He’s eyes were demanding you for an explanation. He’s death glare screamed “how dare you treat me that way?” Even when he broke eye contact and looked away you were left shivering.

It didn’t take long for seongje to pull up the car to the nearest gas station. He was surprisingly calm as he parked the car. He licked he’s lips and groaned. “I’m gonna go for a smoke. If you try to run away I’m gonna break your legs” He got out of the car and slammed the door shut. You scoffed when he locked the car while you were still inside. Run where? It was past 11 at night, public transport is shit, taxis are expensive and walking is not an option since you were still very far from home.

After about 10 minutes later you heard the car unlock. Seongje swiftly opened the door and got inside the car. He looked like he’s all calmed dow-

Then he threw a brown paper bag at you. You looked inside of it and it was chips and nuggets. He even got you a fork and sauce. You looked at him puzzled. When did he even get this? Now that you think about it, seongje usually smokes while standing outside the car but it wasn’t the case today.

Whenever you two go for a drive he takes 5 minute smoke breaks while you normally stay inside. You would be looking outside and spacing out while seongje smokes and takes glimpses at you. This time you were staring at the moon but he was nowhere to be seen.

So he’s trying to win you over by giving you food?.. well it was working because you started munching on the food. Then it clicked, you’ve been hungry for a while now. Did seongje heard your stomach grumble?.. was it even that loud?.. maybe he went to get you food by using smoking as an excuse?..

You tried to smell him without making it obvious. Strangely he didn’t smell like cigarettes. So he didn’t smoke after all. You glanced at him. He was opening a soft drink can before handing it to you. He didn’t even look at you. What a tsundere. He made all that mess earlier not to even say a word now? What a drama queen.

“Thank you” you mumbled. You looked at him and stretched your hand to offer him the food he got for you. “I’m fine” he put he’s seatbelt on and started the car. “I got them for you while you were looking at that white thing in the sky” he looked at you and surprisingly.. he smiled.

“You’re not.. mad at me anymore?” you were genuinely confused.  “I wasn’t mad at you in the first place” he chuckled.

“THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU CAUSE A BIG SCENE?” you yelled at him and he started laughing even harder. He tapped your chin twice and said “I just wanted your attention. And look!! I got what I wanted” he was mischievously so happy. You wanted to smack that smug grin off he’s face.

“You could’ve asked nicely like a normal person” you murmured to yourself. “What’s the fun in that?” He scoffed “Besides I’m anything but normal I thought you knew that” yeah right how could you forget that.

He pulled up to the main road and started driving again at a normal pace. You were now relaxed and leaned against the seat. Seongje let out a sigh of relief.

The calm atmosphere only lasted for a few minutes because you felt he’s hand on your thigh. It caught you off guard even though it’s typical seongje behaviour. It didn’t matter where you were, he always had the urge to hold you. Even in public, he would hold your hand or your waist. Driving wasn’t any different. But things shifted a little when he slowly started rubbing your inner thighs.

He kept on driving. But for a moment you felt his gaze on you. You tried not to fold easily because you knew this was him trying to say sorry. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he would try to do small gestures to win you back. He would try to make you forget about everything that happened which sometimes made you feel silly for even getting mad him in the first place.

He realised you were trying to resist him so he pinched your thigh. “AWW WHAT was that for” you screeched and turned around to look at him, only to see he was grinning. “C’mon stop ignoring me” he pouted.

He moved he’s hand to your chest now. He was massaging your tit, all while he’s eyes were still on the road. He felt your nipple harden and chuckled.

He then moved he’s hand to your core and started rubbing you over your panties. He let out a low chuckle when he felt how wet you were. He felt your core throbbing at he’s slightest touch so he wasted no time to put he’s hand inside your panties. He started playing with your clit.

You couldn’t resist him anymore. You held on to your seatbelt and slightly moaned. Before you realised you started slowly grinding against he’s fingers.

“Fuck yes just like that.” Seongje groaned at how needy and wet you were. He put two of fingers inside you. “Fuck yourself on my fingers” that was a command and you obeyed.

There were cars driving right beside you so you tried to keep a straight face but failed. You were now a moaning mess. You grabbed onto he’s hand and tried to stop him when you were close. “se-seongje I-I might make a m-mess” you were panting so hard. “Go on. Make a mess all over the seat” and that was all you needed to hear.

You squirted all over he’s seat, wetting yourself through your panties. “Now that’s my girl” Seongje patted your clit before finally taking he’s hand out of your panties. He licked your juices from he’s fingers and put he’s hand back on the steering wheel.

Your threw your head back and leaned on the seat again. You were tired and felt pathetic, all  while seongje kept on driving with a smile on he’s face like nothing happened.

You were annoyed. Two can play this game. You slid you panties off to get rid of the wet, yucky feeling to make yourself comfortable. Seongje’s eyes widened when he realised how exposed your cunt was.

You unbuckled your seatbelt because you didn’t care anymore. You hovered over the gears and started unzipping he’s pants. He started chuckling darkly. “Are you trying to take revenge?” he was looking down at you taking he’s cock out of he’s pants. “Fine keep doing what you want” he smiled and focused he’s eyes back on the road. He was trying to act nonchalant but he’s cock was aching to be sucked.

You spat on he’s tip and started licking he’s shaft up and down. He groaned. He grabbed the panties you tossed away and brought it to he’s face. While you kept on sucking him off, he sniffed your wet panties. He inhaled your intoxicating scent, the nasty smell that he adored. He was also grabbing your hair once every now and then.

All of a sudden you heard a loud honk which startled you. You jolted upwards, eyes widened. Did someone see you two? You got so scared. “W-what the hell was that?..” you were chickened out. You went back to your seat and kept on looking around anxiously. Then you met seongje’s eyes and he wasn’t pleased.

“What? Are you embarrassed? I thought you wanted this” he said with sarcasm. “Doesn’t matter who honked continue doing your thing” seongje pointed he’s face at he’s cock. You were frozen on the spot. Still trying to grasp what happened.

Seongje sighed and started driving upto a street in the corner. He parked the car in an alley. “Come here” he grabbed your arm and yanked you onto he’s lap. He started kissing you roughly. He was sucking on your lips, then he started swirling he’s hot tongue inside your mouth, leaving you breathless. You gasped when he started poking he’s cock near your entrance. You were wet enough so he’s cock easily slid inside you.

Seongje’s eyes were wide shut. He was savouring the way your pussy swallowed he’s cock. “Ride me” he mumbled, he was feeling so ecstatic. You started moving your hips while your hands grabbed onto he’s shoulders. You legs were aching because there wasn’t enough space for the two of you. But this kind of pain turned into pleasure. Seongje’s nails were digging into your thighs. Both of you were so close. When you creamed all over he’s cock you pulled he’s hair and moaned into he’s mouth. You felt seongje smirk against your lips. He titled he’s face to kiss you as he spilled he’s cum inside you. As you pulled away to breathe there was a trail of spit connecting the two of you.

He rubbed your cheek while gazing into your eyes and slowly smiled. He put he’s hand behind your back and pulled you closer to him. Seongje started slowly caressing your back and you smiled onto he’s shoulder. It was a soft moment for both of you. He didn’t pull out of you, he wanted to cockwarm like you two did when he was playing games. You would sit on him for hours, resting your head on he’s shoulders while he was sitting in he’s gaming chair.

Your eyes were getting heavy. Before you start falling asleep you mumbled “don’t start.. driving.. when we’re like this..” You were quite familiar with seongje’s deviant thoughts now. The idea of him driving and even worse, getting caught while you’re cockwarming him will give him a crazy amount of adrenalin rush. Forget about the cops catching you two or him getting fined, this guy might get you both killed for real.

Seongje’s lips curved upwards and he casually kept on rubbing he’s hand on your back. “Wouldn’t that be nice?.. If we get into a car crash, I’m gonna die while I’m inside you…” he sighed dreamily and closed he’s eyes again. “Even when you’re breathing for the last time you’ll be stuffed with my cock..” seongje whisperd. Being the peculiar guy he is he was finding this so romantic.

He let he’s imagination draw pictures of these scenes. The sight of both of you slightly injured and in pain.. especially him bruised and bleeding.. yet he’s bleeding hands still grasping your back.. while you’re gripping on to him for your dear life with tears running down your face.. you will feel him harden during the last time you breath.. and he will feel you clench around him the last time he breathes… doesn’t matter if you two are dead or alive.. you two will be entwined together forever.. that’s he’s twisted idea of perfect death.

You felt he’s cock slightly twitch inside you. OF COURSE he’s getting hard at this thought.

“Shut up psycho” you muttered. At this point you’re not even fazed by the sick words coming out of he’s mouth. He snickered at what you said and kissed your temple, a typical gesture from him telling you that you’re cute. Surprisingly he ignored he’s cock twitching inside you and kept on rubbing imaginary circles on your back while you slowly drifted off to sleep.

Knowing seongje he will probably start driving in a few hours after taking a little nap, all while you’re still cockwarming him. You didn’t say it out loud but the thought of you two dying while still being inside each other made your heart warm a little as well. That idea sounded oddly tender to you too. You knew this was he’s way of telling you he loved you. You knew he won’t ever let you go and that even death can’t separate the two of you. He will be inside you, haunting every single part of your soul. And you were fine with it. After all you were as messed up as he was.  

[circlebuttons]

“On the big screen”- Rafe x Reader

-lowkey yearner!rafe x noncommittal!reader

Short blurb inspired by the ceo and his affair partner being on the jumbotron at a coldplay concert 😭

-

You do not want to be in a relationship, never have. Rafe cameron takes this as a challenge. He tells you he loves you even when you look at him with wide eyes that could kill, he tells people that he’s in a relationship and you pretend that you don’t know him. The latest gift he bought you to win over your favor were concert tickets you wanted so bad that he thought you might finally settle down with him if he got you seats. To his satisfaction the two tickets get him a few extra brownie points. When he tells you the news you wrap your arms over his shoulders and hug him tightly, but even better you let him hug you back. Lately you’ve been warmer to Rafe compared to when you first met, but this is a new high for the two of you. He becomes more excited than you are for the concert, he gives you his card and encourages you to pick out coordinating outfits, the closest he’s been so far to being in a relationship with you.

The night of the concert he takes multiple pictures and videos of you, he sneaks hints of himself in some of them, hoping you won’t notice and one will end up on your instagram. He inches closer to you by every minute. You’re already in a good mood, so he figures he can push his luck. He starts by holding your hand and eventually he migrates behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle. The both of you rock to the music and eventually you relax completely into him, putting your arms on top of his. Every now and then his lips will kiss the back of your head or he’ll lean down to whisper in your ear under the excuse of it being loud. He comments on how the guy in front of you has obviously had one too many beers and his heart almost bursts out of his chest at the feeling of you laughing against him. He doesn’t think the two of you have been this casually affectionate ever, if he knew that a concert would help develop the relationship he’s been yearning for he would’ve been taken you to one. Hell he’ll take you to a hundred more, there’s nothing on earth that could ruin a moment like that for him.

In contrast the very large screen hanging over the stage ruined the moment for you as soon as you saw the both of you projected onto it. Your eyes widen and your instinct is to pull away, but Rafe’s arms are already tightening around your middle and holding you firm in place. “Smile” he mumbles into your ear and the two of you smile and wave at the camera as if it’s normal. The camera switches over after what feels like a cruel eternity and you freeze against his chest, staring forward as you imagine your image crumbling in front of you. You think that you shouldn’t have let Rafe get away with so much. You have no clue when you got so soft towards him. If you didn’t know any better you’d start to think that the casual affection, the feeling in your stomach that you swear isn’t butterflies, or the urge to kiss him in passing meant you wanted a relationship with him. You’ve been fighting yourself over how you feel about Rafe since before he bought you the tickets and having the image of you guys as a happy couple being shoved in your face sends you into a frenzy. He can tell from the way you’ve gone rigid that you’re falling deep into thought. His thumbs move and trace circles into your rib cage at an attempt to make you melt back into him. He kisses your temple and rests his head on your shoulder before speaking softly, “We make a cute couple”

[ephemeralp1eces]

Crash Course - Part VII

Summary: It’s one thing after another when it comes to Max, it seems. Maybe it’s finally time to give.

What to Know: Max x reader, forced proximity, emotionally charged convos, hinting at something deeper.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI

It starts with a knock on the door. I startle, harder than I should.

I’m already in sweatpants, hair damp from the shower, stretching idly on the hotel carpet while trying to pretend I’m relaxed. I’m not. I haven’t been since we landed.

When I open the door, Max is standing there, barefoot, hair messy, phone in one hand, and a look on his face I can’t read yet.

“There’s been a mix-up,” he says, voice flat.

I blink. “What kind of mix-up?”

He holds up his phone. “They double-booked my room. Checo has a suite, he’s already asleep in it. Everyone else is paired off or booked.”

“So…?”

“So they said you’ve got a double. And apparently, I’m in it now.”

I stare at him.

“No,” I say instinctively.

“It’s not like I planned this.”

“I’ll go downstairs. I’ll sort something out.”

“They said there’s nothing left tonight. Some scheduling error with a media team.”

I rub my forehead, pulse kicking up. “We can’t-”

“It’s one night.”

The words hang there.

But it’s not just one night. It’s us, in one room, again. The same way this all started.

And I already feel like the floor beneath me isn’t stable anymore.

—

He tosses his bag at the foot of the second bed and starts charging his phone like this is all normal. I go quiet. Frozen. He doesn’t ask how I feel about it. Just moves on autopilot, calm, unreadable, like he’s giving me a wide berth without making it obvious.

We don’t speak. We don’t even look at each other. Until I grab my toothbrush and nearly trip over his shoes by the sink, muttering under my breath.

“You’re seriously the worst roommate.”

“Then say something,” he says, not looking up from his phone.

I freeze.

He does too.

I set the toothbrush down. Slowly.

“You want me to say something?” I ask.

His jaw ticks.

“Fine,” I snap, turning to face him. “You don’t get to look at me like that all week, like I’m something important, and then act like none of it matters when I need space.”

His head lifts.

“I’ve been trying to give you space,” he says tightly.

“No, you’ve been orbiting me like a satellite trying to see if I’ll fall apart.”

“And what if you do?” His voice cracks, frustrated, just slightly. “You think I’d leave you there?”

“I don’t know what you’d do.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

I feel my heart drop to the floor.

“Don’t,” I whisper.

He steps forward. Not touching me. But closer now.

“Don’t what?” he says, quieter. “Don’t care about you? Don’t see through every wall you keep putting up?”

“You don’t see through me, Max. You see what you want.”

He lets out a breath, more of a laugh, but it’s pained. “You think I haven’t tried to back off? You think I haven’t told myself to let it go?”

“Then do it.”

“I. can’t.”

The silence after that is thunderous.

“You scare the shit out of me,” I admit, voice shaking. “You’re constant and stubborn and kind when you shouldn’t be, and you make me want things I stopped letting myself believe in.”

His expression shifts, like I just knocked the wind out of him.

“And if I let myself have you,” I add, quieter now, “and it goes wrong, I don’t come back from that. Not again.”

“You think I don’t know how that feels?” His voice is raw now. “You think I haven’t been terrified too? But I’m here. I keep showing up. And all I want-” His voice breaks. “All I want is for you to meet me halfway.”

I feel like I’m falling. Not fast. Not violently. Just slowly, with no ground to catch me. And he’s right there. Right in front of me, hands clenched at his sides, trying not to touch me. Not unless I give him permission.

So I do the only thing I can.

I reach out.

He exhales, not with relief, but with something heavier. Like pain unraveling.

And then I’m in his arms. Pressed against him, breathing hard, too full of everything to speak.

And for the first time since this began, I let myself hold on.

—

We don’t talk after the fight.

Not because there’s nothing left to say, but because everything we just admitted is still ringing in the air between us, like an echo neither of us wants to disturb.

Max sits back down on the edge of the bed, hands hanging between his knees, head bowed. The light from the bathroom glows behind him, soft and gold, spilling across the carpet like an invitation I’m not sure I’m brave enough to answer. My skin is buzzing. My chest too tight. My hands haven’t stopped shaking since I touched him.

I move toward the second bed. I stop. He watches me from the corner of his eye.

“I can take the spare,” I say, voice barely a murmur.

“You know you don’t have to.”

I hesitate. My mind’s at war with itself. It’s not like the cabin, where the single bed was our only option. This time there’s space. A clear out. One bed for him. One for me.

But I don’t move. Not because I can’t. Because I don’t want to. Slowly, I cross the room, but not towards the spare bed.

Max lifts the covers without a word.

I slip beneath them.

We lie there, side by side, barely breathing. There’s a full mattress between us, but it might as well be a fault line.

—

The minutes pass slowly. I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling, listening to the sound of his breathing, slow, controlled, practiced. But he’s not asleep. I can feel it. His stillness is deliberate. The kind of stillness that hides everything beneath it.

I roll to my side first. He follows. Now we’re facing each other in the dark. The tension is unbearable - not angry anymore, not hostile, but thick with everything we’re trying not to feel too loudly.

I study the line of his jaw, the shape of his mouth, the flutter of his lashes against his cheek when he blinks too slowly.

“You’re staring,” he whispers.

“You’re letting me.”

That earns a quiet, shaky smile.

“Do you think I’d push you?” he asks after a long silence.

I shake my head. “No.”

“Then what are you afraid of?”

“That if I let go,” I breathe, “I won’t be able to stop.”

He shifts closer, just a little. “Then don’t.”

My fingers twitch against the sheet. My whole body pulses with indecision. I reach out, tracing the line of tape along his wrist where I wrapped it the night before. His skin is warm. His breath catches.

“Max…”

He closes the space between us in one long, slow movement, like he’s been waiting forever for permission. His forehead presses against mine. Our noses bump. And then he kisses me.

Not like last time.

This one is deeper. Slower. Warmer. My mouth moves against his instinctively, like it’s the only part of me not paralyzed with fear. His hands frame my face, gentle, steady, and I feel like I’m being held together by his grip alone.

The kiss deepens. His thumb brushes the edge of my jaw. One hand slides to my hip, anchoring me. I feel everything. Too much.

I roll onto my back without breaking the kiss, pulling him with me. His body follows mine, careful, cautious, his weight braced above me. His mouth never leaves mine.

Until it does.

He hovers, breathless. Waiting.

I pull him close and he kisses me again.

His hand moves beneath my shirt. Not rushing. Not demanding. Just learning. My heart beats so hard it hurts. When my fingers find the hem of his shirt, I pause.

He notices.

“Hey,” he murmurs. “Look at me.”

I do.

His eyes are soft. So full of care it’s almost unbearable.

“We don’t have to.”

And that’s what breaks me. Because I want to. I want him. And still, I shake my head.

“I can’t,” I whisper.

He pulls back instantly, not away, not out of reach, just enough to give me space.

“Okay,” he says, voice calm. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

I turn into him and press my face into his chest. His arms close around me like they never stopped being there. We fall asleep like that. Clinging.

Finally done pretending we’re not holding on.

—

By the time we make it downstairs, we’re already fifteen minutes late. Which, in F1 terms, is practically criminal.

I barely have time to double-knot my shoes before we’re thrown into a whirlwind of tightly scheduled chaos: breakfast briefing, appearance prep, an informal PR meeting over coffee. The hotel staff is scurrying with clipboards, the logistics team is triple-checking vehicle assignments, and Max and I. Well, we’re pretending we didn’t just almost unravel each other in the dark last night.

There’s no time for unpacking. No time for questions or second thoughts or confessions. Not yet.

—

The breakfast room is bright. Too bright.

Sunlight streams in through tall windows, catching on silver carafes and white linen. Everyone’s already seated when we arrive, the comms team at one table, marketing at another. Checo’s at the buffet, stacking scrambled eggs and chorizo on his plate like it’s a competition.

Max and I walk in together, but we separate immediately. I make a beeline for the coffee station, gripping the handle of the carafe a little too tightly as I pour. My hands feel jittery. Like I never stopped shaking from last night.

“Late night?” Checo says behind me, voice low and maddeningly knowing.

I don’t turn. “I swear to god.”

“Didn’t say anything.”

“Didn’t have to.”

He hums, brushing past me with his plate. “Save me a seat.”

—

I sit next to Checo.

Max takes a spot two tables over, boxed in by the marketing coordinator and a very chatty logistics rep. I pretend not to notice how often my eyes drift in his direction. Pretend not to notice how his jaw tightens every time I laugh at something Checo says. Pretend I don’t feel the weight of his gaze when he thinks I’m not looking.

I cut my toast into precise quarters and try not to imagine what might’ve happened if I hadn’t pulled away last night.

—

After breakfast, the day spins into motion.

We’re loaded into a van headed for the event venue, a sleek, glassy tech campus on the edge of the city. The event itself is a hybrid affair: half meet-and-greet, half behind-the-scenes PR for a high-value sponsor. There’s an itinerary posted in every vehicle and a PR assistant narrating our movements like we’re contestants in a game show.

“Max, you’ve got a thirty-minute Q&A followed by the tech showcase with the CEO. Checo, you’re with me for media questions and the EV demo. Everyone else, stay in motion. Be visible. Be charming.”

“Love that for us,” Checo mutters.

“Wonderful,” I add, deadpan.

Max just exhales slowly beside me.

We sit across from each other in the van, but we don’t speak. Our knees bump once when we hit a rough patch of road. I don’t flinch, and neither of us apologizes.

—

The venue is sleek and modern, polished concrete floors, brushed metal everything, a digital welcome banner rotating images of the drivers and the Red Bull team.

Within ten minutes, Max is pulled away for the Q&A. Checo disappears with a comms girl I don’t recognize. I end up trailing behind a junior staffer who’s trying to explain some sort of virtual pit stop simulation we’re meant to stand around and “engage” with for the cameras.

I do my best. I smile. I answer questions when asked. But every time I round a corner or glance across a crowd, I’m looking for one person.

And every time I find him, even just in passing, he’s already looking back.

—

By noon, we’re herded toward a more formal press brunch. Long tables. Assigned seating. Little nameplates with our roles typed in perfect Helvetica. Checo and I end up side by side, again. A stroke of luck or coordination, I don’t know. I catch Max’s name a few spots down, flanked by senior sponsorship reps.

He doesn’t look over this time.

I stab a strawberry with more force than necessary.

Checo nudges me with his shoulder. “You okay?”

“Fine.”

“You sure?”

I pause. “No.”

He lowers his voice. “Talk to him later.”

“There is no later,” I mutter. “That’s the problem.”

Checo doesn’t press. Just taps his water glass once and lets the silence sit.

—

After lunch, things pick up again.

There’s a hands-on tech demo, a simulator test, and a walk-through of the sponsor’s sustainability projects. I spend most of the time on the perimeter, not quite a guest, not quite crew, just… present.

Max is magnetic, as always.

He smiles for the camera, cracks dry jokes that land better than anyone expects, and navigates the Q&A like a pro. But every time his eyes scan the room, I know exactly what he’s searching for.

Me.

And I keep avoiding it.

—

The final segment of the day is casual, a rooftop reception for internal staff only. No press. No cameras. Just drinks, sunset, and a lot of expensive-looking canapés. I linger at the edge of the crowd, nursing a sparkling water and pretending to check my messages.

Max finds me before I can leave. He doesn’t say anything right away. Just stands beside me, his shoulder nearly brushing mine. The sun is low, painting everything in gold. His profile looks unreal in this light, sharp and soft all at once.

“I thought you’d avoid me all day,” he says finally.

“I tried.”

A beat.

“Why?” he asks.

I exhale, slow and heavy. “Because I don’t know how to be around you without wanting everything.”

His jaw clenches.

“I’m not asking for everything,” he says.

I look at him.

He’s watching me with that same steady patience, the kind that makes it impossible to lie, even to myself.

And before I can lose my nerve, I murmur, “You were right. Last night changed things.”

“I know.”

“I wanted it.”

“I know that too.”

The silence stretches.

But it’s not as tense now. Not as suffocating. Just… full. Of possibility. Of risk. Of him.

—

By the time we return to the hotel, the sky is fully dark and the air feels cooler. In the elevator, we don’t speak. We don’t need to. He looks at me like he could say a thousand things. And I look back like maybe, just maybe, I’m finally ready to hear them.

[livwritesstuff]

.

[frostedturquoise]

Honestly i just need reality to feel a little less fake so my brain is actually productive over making shrimp noises because i made the mistake of taking my meds every day the past two weeks because im on two flavours of reuptake inhibitors apparently. (which was fun to find out if i am being completely honest because i found out the funny way of someone else offhandedly mentioning it.) Which has been not so great really. And im all like '??? Do normal people feel like this just a bit less spaced out??? A little less dead??? What the fuck is this nonesense' definitely doesn't help things feel more real if i am being honest. On the flip side it has consistently made my oversleeping less erratic but with all my neighbours noise it does make it more annoying to stay on task sometimes. Like yeah i am awake i guess? But?? Not like i can be productive with being unable to catch a break.

Though it is less spaced out so much as everything going on has made me feel like im just??? kind of just in limbo mentally where i am present but i otherwise feel just rather listless and unmotivated because its just five different flavors of feedback loop that all hate each other. (spoiler: its mostly the burnout i think) Its just unfortunate that i feel like im lying to myself at this point whenever i think about writing because my brain feels like a dead fish someone has just tossed on the keyboard whenever i try writing and shit has been happening. Like yeah i can and will write, but i never get far because my brain gets disgruntled like a cat that was fine with cuddles then has decided enough it enough after like ten seconds (five sentences)

[forehead451]

stream of consciousness type deal.

[satellites444]

sylus has a long day and he needs to eat you out.

simply because he's a giver, and he wants nothing more than to please you. that's his stress relief.

like, you're at home relaxing when you get a text from him, simply saying ‘need to see you’

so you unlock your front door for him and wait for him to arrive.

when he gets there you're on the couch in your comfiest sweatpants and your head perks up when he the door opens. you notice immediately the tension in his shoulders and the tired look on his face.

“how was your day?” you ask, your voice is curious. he meets your eyes as he walks towards where you're at on the couch, and he doesn't say anything he just drops to his knees in front of you.

“sylus?” you question as his fingers pull at the waistband of your pants. you let him take your sweats off, leaving you in just your underwear. he tosses the sweats somewhere in the living room and starts to leave a lazy trail of kisses from your knee to your inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

“long day,” he says between kisses, “just need this,” he mumbles into your leg.

who are you to deny him what he needs?

“whatever you need,” you say, running your fingers through his hair, watching his eyes flutter shut at the touch.

he pulls your underwear off, leaving you naked from the waist down. he spreads your legs, admires the sight for a moment and then he's diving in

your back arches off the couch, your jaw going slack. he normally likes to tease you, take his time, but right now he's not wasting any time.

“aahh, sylus,” you say, it comes out almost like a whimper. the pleasure hitting you so suddenly you feel like you can't breath properly.

he's just as vocal as you are, too. he's moaning as soon as he tastes you on his tongue, he's whispering, “fuck,” to himself before diving back in. he’s gripping your thighs to keep them open so he can devour you.

he knows what you like, he knows exactly how to move his tongue to get those noises he loves so much. he knows that if he sucks your clit in just the right way, your hips will buck and you’ll let out a breathy moan. that's what he does; he’s in heaven.

you're flooding his senses, the stress of the day melts away instantly. he doesn't even remember why he was so pissed, why he was so stressed before because he's in his favorite place.

he gets messier with it as he loses himself to the action. not caring that saliva and arousal are dropping down his chin, probably onto the couch—he’ll buy you a new one. “need you to cum for me, on my tongue, i need it,” he says, only breaking contact with your pussy to ramble out what he wants. he's drunk on it. slurping and licking at everything you have to offer him.

when you're close, you have tells and he knows them like the back of his hand. your breathing gets shallower, your moans grow in pitch and frequency, your fingers grip his hair tighter. he inserts two fingers because he wants to feel you clench around them when you cum.

ultimately that's what pushes you over the edge, too. the way he curls his fingers has you seeing stars and you come hard.

he cleans you up, though it's more for his enjoyment. he takes his time doing it, still relishing in the taste of you, the feeling of you on his tongue. he stays down there until you're pulling at his head.

he’s rock hard in his pants, but he doesn't ask you to return the favor because honestly, he got what he wanted. maybe later he’ll fuck you, or he’s going to touch himself to the image of eating you out but right now he's helping you put your clothes back on and ordering take out.

[rosemaryhoney27]

sleepy boy

Danny is tired but happy he told his parents about him being Phantom and they took it surprisingly well. Sure they were sad but accepted what happened. It was all to good to be true so Danny remained on his guard around his parents.

But as time passed nothing happend and his parents became even more supportive of him. After finding out about Danny and how he became a halfa it was easy for the to figure out Vlad after an epic beat down of one Vladimer Masters The Fenton parents forced vlad to use his influence to get rid of the GIW

After all of that Danny finally felt himself relax all the tension left his body and he fell asleep. just a little nap.

At this time, the still unknown king of the infinite realms gained a new power. This is also when Danny begins his sleepwalking adventures.

The first time it happend the Fenton family had no idea what to do Danny had just created a portal in the middle of town and sleep walked right into it and reappeared out of a another portal on top of the school.

The next time it happened, Danny had fallen asleep in Mr. Lancers' class when he suddenly stood up, created a portal, and walked through it while also transforming into his Phantom form. Needless to say, Danny's identity as Phantom was no longer a secret in Amity Park after that.

Danny, of course, has no idea this is even happening. No one has the heart to tell him when he has finally started to relax. The people of Amity Park quickly got used to Danny randomly popping up in places via a portal, so much so that there was a segment called Sleeping Phantom Watch on the news. This was the new normal until one day Danny Portals away, and no one has any idea where he is.

The bat fam had just sat down for dinner when a lazerus green portal appeared in the dining room. Everyone freezes, watching the portal, when a white-haired teen walks out.

Everyone is immediately on their feet, ready for battle,e yelling at the white-haired boy as the portal closes behind him

"what are you doing here" Bruse growls using his Batman voice the boy doesn't respond just stands in place

Damian rushes towards the boy and presses his sword to the intruder's neck. "he asked you a question." still no response

Soon, the boy was surrounded, and they got ready to attack when the white-haired teen let out a loud snore. "Wait, is he..." Tim gets closer to look at the boy and waves a hand in front of the boy's face, who snorts. "He's sleep"

"What, no way " Dick leans forward to see for himself just as the white-haired boy starts walking again and walks straight through Dicks body as if he wasn't even there Panic erupts as Dick pats his body down, shivering "S..so cold"

The boy keeps walking, and they can't grasp him. Then another portal shows up in front of the boy, who walks through it, and it closes instantly after him.

After that, the Bat fam kept seeing the sleep-waking portaling teen all over Gotham.

During one of his sessions, he interrupted the joker who had kidnapped Jason and Damian, but this time, he wasn't alone. Behind him was a tiny green puppy who was pulling on his pant leg, trying to drag the boy back through the portal when it closed, leaving the boy and dog.

The dog seems to cover his snout in frustration, and honestly, Jason and Damian could understand. But of course, Joker had to ruin the mood.

"Well, well, what have we here?" He grins, getting into the boys's faces. "An uninvited guest, how I hate party crashers. How about I introduce you to my friend Pain. Tell me what hurts more. I never get a straight answer." Joker cackles and swings a crowbar at the boy's head

Jason and Damian yell, hoping to wake the boy up as the weapon comes down. A loud growl makes the joker pause before he could land a hit and he looks down to see the puppy growling fiercly at him standing in front of the boy. "Out of the way, mutt!!" Joker yells, kicking at the dog

A move he would quickly regret as the dog grew and grew and grew until it was the size of a large Bear with teeth bigger and longer than jokers arms which was proven as the dog proceeded to tear said arm and crowbar off jokers body

The clown screams in horror as the once tiny harmless looking puppy procedes to tear his limbs off. Soon the Joker was nothing but a head with a body. The dog was about to finish off the joker and bite his head off when the boy starts walking towards another portal.

The dog shrinks and chases after the boy before the portal closes.

Jason and Damian looked down at the crying limbless joker, and Jason burst out laughing, "That was the best thing I had ever seen in my life."

From then on, every time the mysterious sleepwalking boy appeared in Gotham, Jason was there with Damian, offering the dog treats and pets and helping the poor pup take care of his sleeping boy.

As for the rest of Gotham, they, like the Amity parkers, had become accustomed to the boy and his dog magically appearing in random places. No one bothered them, and after what happened to the Joker, none of the other Gotham rouges would even dare touch him if he showed up near them with the dog.

And if the dog wasn't there, well, the giant werewolf and the yeti were enough of a deterrent.

[meowdei]

morning routine — ft. sylus

before you read: established relationships ; gender neutral reader ; sleepy clingy sylus ; banter ; fluff and cheesiness i apologize in advance

“Here we go,” you hum to yourself, rolling your eyes with a knowing smile curled loosely on your lips as soon as Sylus starts to shift in his sleep. “Like a hermit crab,” you tease to his unconscious figure, “no wonder you’re so pale. Do you even remember what the sun looks like?”

“Do you always talk to sleeping people?”

You still at the sound of his voice, hand freezing in the middle of stroking through his hair. He doesn’t like that, either���his head presses up into your fingertips, a silent demand for more.

“You should be sleeping,” you scold gently, fingers returning to their earlier movements. You scratch lightly at his scalp and he shivers, humming in content. Like a cat, you think fondly, purring in your arms at the slightest show of affection.

Your morning routine starts with the same valiant effort every day: protecting Sylus from the sun. It’s honest work: he already doesn’t sleep very much through the night, and if he doesn’t sleep through the day because of a mild setback either, you think a number of poor victims would suffer the consequences of his tired, grouchy attitude.

So, you protect him as he falls asleep while the sun rises, beams of light slipping through the cracks of the blinds a little more with every minute. You watch him—with equal parts amusement and equal parts fondness, you watch every morning as he slowly shifts in his sleep. It starts with him inching closer and closer towards you, and ends with his head buried into your chest and his body curled around you like you’re a shield for the cruel light that disturbs him.

You like this routine, though. It’s the perfect chance to admire him, to bring a hand to trace over his relaxed features—the slightly crooked slant of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the defined edge of his jawline. And, of course, your favorite part: the soft, plump curves of his lips. He never does anything to indicate he’s awake, either. Nothing to even hint that he feels you, breathing slow and soft puffs of air peacefully nestled against you.

He looks delicate in slumber. Vulnerable. So agonizingly soft and fragile in a way he normally doesn’t look. (Oh, but does he feel soft, you always think. Sylus always feels so inexplicably soft.)

“I would be sleeping,” he finally grumbles, but it’s playful as he shifts to hide his face deeper into your chest while his nose presses against your collarbone. “But someone disrupted my efforts.”

“No, I protect you,” you huff, “with the way you avoid the sun in your sleep, you’d think the vitamin D would poison you.”

“If it was poisonous, then I’d be dead,” he sighs dramatically, cracking a crimson eye open and looking at you like he’s wounded. “You do a terrible job at keeping me shielded.”

“Maybe I’m trying to kill you in your sleep,” you wink, “ever think of that?”

He chuckles, voice low and still laced with the evidence of sleep from the raspiness of it. You smile softly at the sound, pressing a chaste kiss to his head while he moves to bury it into the crook of your neck. There’s something oddly comforting about it—holding him like this. Holding him while he hides into your body, melts against your skin, sinks weight onto you because you take it and he can.

“Go back to sleep,” you murmur sweetly, rubbing a slow, soothing hand up and down his bare back and tracing his spine. “I’ll make sure the sun knows not to bother my big, sleepy, vitamin D deficient baby.”

“I’m not vitamin D deficient,” he huffs.

“So you agree you’re a big, sleepy baby?”

He snores dramatically, pulling a giggle from your lips. A kiss presses to the skin of your neck, and they come from a pair of lips that feel suspiciously curled—like they’re smiling. You wrap your arms around him a little tighter, because close just doesn’t feel close enough when it’s him.

“Let’s hope I wake up without being poisoned,” he hums, half-asleep once more as you trace a finger along the sharp, muscled curves of his back.

You press one more kiss to his head before murmuring, “I’ll see what I can do.”

He lets out a gentle snore again, real this time. He’s sound asleep with his body molded against yours, routine like it is every morning—you protecting him from the sun, and him falling into your arms.

I just want to hold him while he peacefully rests and hide him away from the sun so he can sleep well like he deserves because he’s a BABY

To me he’s a baby :(

[heegyukeluv]

cross the line (lhs)

pairing: heeseung x afab!reader

synopsis: “How do you know if someone is flirting with you?”  It was Heeseung’s question to you, and you were left with no option other than to show how you do it.

my's note: this is from an old prompt i had. nothing much, just some fluff and highkey desperate (and long) smut... and bestfriends to lovers 🤭i feel like i lost the plot while i was writing it, but yeah! hope y'all enjoy it

warnings: childhood best friends to lovers, fluff, kinda miscomunication?, reader blushing/turning red!, SMUT - so minors DO NOT interact!, unprotected sex (don’t do it!!!), desperate hee (in many ways lol), hee is sensitive and edges himself, very slooooow and unnecessarily detailed smut, reader is not a virgin but it's her second time!! / lmk if i missed something!

wc: 14,5k

NOT PROOFREAD.

taglist 💖: @yvnempire, @marigold-sunflowers, @ikeuverse, @tinycatharsis

“How do you know if someone is flirting with you?”

The question lingered in the air longer than Heeseung expected, but he wouldn’t blame you at all.

It was a quiet, calm Saturday afternoon. None of you had work to do or studies to draw your energy. While your back lazily rested on your couch’s armrest with your legs propped up in a triangle, Heeseung was laid on the ground after blaming the couch’s fabric for being too heated for his skin, his head opposite to yours. 

Far enough to miss your instant confused expression. 

“Huh?” You murmured with a frown, trying to figure out if you heard it correctly before diverting your attention from your phone to catch a glimpse of Heeseung’s plain eyes looking up at the ceiling. 

He had shifted his position to a relaxed one with a hand behind his head and the other resting on his stomach, the quiet motion of up and down following his gentle breathing. It could easily soothe your nerves to watch him serenely exist like that in the world, an opposite to his normally chaotic and teasing demeanor. 

“How do you know if someone is flirting with you?” Heeseung repeated his question once again, and you were sure now you had heard it right. It didn’t make you less puzzled though. “Like, I think I struggle to recognize what’s just a normal interaction and what’s a flirt.”

Your eyebrows were sky high as you skeptically eyed Heeseung, not believing a single word coming out of his mouth as your body stiffed a little. 

Growing up together as friends was just a quarter of your story with Heeseung.

Your moms were the typical best friends that surprisingly gave birth around the same time, resulting in you and Heeseung becoming as close as siblings due to your families proximity, although the thought of being Heeseung’s sister haunted the depths of your mind terribly nowadays.

Of course you wouldn’t mind being considered in that position when you were younger; Heeseung annoying ass bothering you all the time with the subtle hair pulls under the excuse of trying to grab your attention, or poking your sides to start a little fight that he always won, or the times he simply feigned to go for a whisper as in telling you a secret just to blow air in your ear and elicit a scream from you, were a huge behaviors proof he had somewhat sibling energy.

Your constant smacks on his shoulders and chest, along with your not-so-gentle bites on his arms, and your giggles whenever you pranked him by tossing flour at his direction when cooking together worked well to establish a strong base to that idea.

However, as you both started to grow up, things changed accordingly to your ages.

You were expectedly very comfortable around each other, and the touches once aiming to bother, switched to casual, caring ones, still having a faint of that light-hearted taunt.

Heeseung would often be seen removing an eyelash from your cheek, his fingertips brushing against your skin softly as you kept talking normally.

Or intertwining your hands when going back from school, so you wouldn’t fall whenever you tripped – and you did quite regularly.

Or, when you sat together, Heeseung would make sure to have your thighs resting on his lap so he could settle his warm hands on top of it, casually caressing your skin while watching whatever you choose to. 

It was great and heartwarming to have him like that, taking care of you even with the slightest teasing alongside genuine intentions – Heeseung struggled to demonstrate his feelings openly, so giving you princess-like treatment with a hint of his usual playful banter was his way to show how much he loved you.

Eventually, puberty hit him, and hit undoubtedly hard. 

The little kid who used to follow you around just to annoy had become the taller, handsome, and effortlessly cool teenager, surrounded by friends and making girls squeal over even the slightest interaction with him, leaving you to wonder when everything had changed that much.

You didn’t expect Heeseung to keep being friends with you the way he was before as time passed, but surprisingly he would often be choosing you over the others, such as hanging out during lunch time with you, doing his schoolworks only with you, spending a part of his pocket money with sweets for you and taking you home everyday – you lived near to each other, nonetheless he would always guide you to your door’s porch before kissing your forehead and saying his farewell. 

At some point you realized your body was reacting similarly to how girls who had a crush on Heeseung would describe when he was around; an urge to scream and giggle just because he smiled, heart pounding hard in your chest after watching him slicking back his sweaty hair while playing basketball with the boys, hands trembling with the thought of being alone for too long with him in your room.

You were starting to act awkward, your hormones messing with your head enough to leave you scared as shit, questioning what you and Heeseung were, because the definition of friendship wasn’t making any sense, seemed lacking, insufficient for what you truly, wholeheartedly wanted from Heeseung.

So your most sane decision at the time was to push him towards other girls randomly, sharing how much in love a friend of yours was with him and how worthy, pretty and intelligent she was. Or how the cheerleader’s leader would fit him perfectly and they would become the school’s model couple.

The sting in your heart was tough to deal with when he started to pick up some of your ideas and openly flirt with the said girls, sharing each step with you how friends constantly did, but you would one hundred percent rather to handle the pain of never having Heeseung as your boyfriend than the hurtful thought of losing him for good.

Then Heeseung started dating, and the girl was extremely jealous of your friendship. 

Though you swore she had nothing to worry about, Heeseung, once again, chose you, dumping the girl just a few weeks after because she said bad things about you, added to the fact that she had a list of reasons why he should end the friendship, something Heeseung would never, ever think about doing.

Despite your mind playing tricks after hearing that people could misinterpret the way Heeseung behaved with you – apparently he would be playing with your hair and giving you headpats quite too oftenly, barely keeping his hands away from you –, you tried to maintain things safely where they should be, focusing on getting over your foolish crush on Heeseung and moving on.

Eventually, little by little the so cherished friendship started to teeter the edge that crossed the line of just friends, and the casual moments started to hold a special place inside your chest.

Heeseung made no effort to help you as well, offering big and gorgeous smiles whenever he saw you as if you were everything he wanted. Laughing graciously when you hugged him so you could hear and feel his chest vibrating with it. Doing his silly little dances to cheer you up in the middle of your living room and, mostly, singing songs with his angelical voice for you to sleep during late phone calls. 

You were so terrified of reading beyond reality.

Was it really that deep?, you would question yourself when your head rested on your pillow at night, the phantom of Heeseung’s presence permeating your room after a game day together, the shared chuckles and teasing prolonging your fast heartbeats as a sweet reminder of your feelings, feelings that you never really managed to bury somewhere else other than on the tip of your tongue, craving for the release you never gave.

The friendship continued the same through the years, or, at least, you both tried to. The emotional bond that tied you two together worked almost perfectly, if you got to keep your voice silenced, if you got to keep the real feelings inside your chest, away from the possible reality.

Heeseung would be eager to share his adventures with you, from the everyday moments, like when he made a shot with his back turned to the hoop and scored, to the more secretive and sexual escapades, the ones you would rather not hear about but had to in order to support your friend spot.

It felt like a punch to the gut when Heeseung talked about his first kiss and the others that followed, each revelation stirring a mix of emotions you couldn't quite shake off, not when you wanted him to be your first kiss as well.

When you both entered college last year, once more things shifted a little.

Heeseung and you began to frequent very different places. While you gravitate towards the quiet spots, such as the library, the coffee shop, or the shade of a tree on campus to read a book in your silent, mellow atmosphere, Heeseung was willing to attend every single party he got to know about, having girls constantly kissing him in front of everyone, caring little to nothing about the talks or if the night would end up in his room.

But he never really committed to anyone.

You wondered what was the reason that held him back, considering the amount of good opportunities he had; the offers were abundant, and the line of admires long to make a curve down the square. Surely he would find the love of his life among that many options, and you had convinced yourself you were far faded from the running.

So, the question felt out of place.

“Are you really gonna try to make me believe that you don’t know when a girl is flirting with you?” You propped yourself on the couch to full face Heeseung, arching an eyebrow. “You? Of all people?”

Heeseung rolled his eyes with a sigh and a smirk, pushing himself up to sit with crossed his legs, fully aware of what you were referring to. “Don’t even start with this shit.”

You chuckled dryly, struggling to contain the bitter taste dissolving in the depths of your throat, the knot was extremely hard to swallow, to know he had fucked who knows how many girls through his life and you, on the other hand, barely had a boyfriend.

It might sound like envy, but you were just frustrated for not being any of those girls.

“What shit? The ‘last weekend I slept with three girls’ shit?” You faked a deep voice to mimic Heeseung, together with his usual cocky smile before deadpanning into a feigned teasing expression.

The episode happened a few days ago, right when you accidentally eavesdropped on him and his friends chatting while playing video games in your shared living room.

It was the typical boys’ talk that you had no intention of listening to, but unfortunately you had just reached the door’s knot to open it, then each word that came out of Heeseung’s mouth traveled straight into your ears, making your stomach drop in an unexpected pain. 

You rushed to your room, cheeks heating and tears stinging your eyes, on the verge of breaking down after hearing what he had said.

Of course you knew Heeseung was sexually active. His room was right next to yours, and though he tried to keep it quiet, the girl he once led in after mistakenly thinking you weren’t home hadn’t bothered to be discreet.

You were fully aware of his private life, the quarter that had you screaming, crying, nearly pulling out your hair and breaking some of your belongings in jealousy because it wasn’t you. 

“Y/N,” Heeseung called out seriously, accidentally bringing you back from your spiral thoughts. “You, more than anyone, know I was joking,” he averted his eyes from you, the prominent area of his cheeks heating as he added. “I literally lost my virginity not even six months ago.”

Now it was your time to roll your eyes, because yes, Heeseung did in fact lose his virginity on that said date, but he never stopped having sex ever since and it annoyed you so fucking much. While you struggled to even kiss a boy, Heeseung was out there living the best of life. Without you.

For years, you thought you hated his behavior because you couldn’t be like him, nonchalant about your crushes as if they were nothing much. You had to literally force your body not to shake when kissing someone, had to hide your sweaty palms and how all your instincts yelled for you to run away when sharing intimacy with someone.

But the actual reality was simpler. You weren’t envious of him. You didn’t want to be like Heeseung.

You wanted Heeseung.

“Whatever you say,” you muttered with a dry chuckle and dropped back on the couch, grabbing your phone to keep scrolling on tiktok, ignoring how hot your face felt after.

Heeseung grunted, his eyes darting towards your face as you absentmindedly watched videos. The boy was oblivious to the real whirlwind happening inside your chest, especially because on his side of the story, he was fighting so fucking hard to contain himself.

Every. Single. Second. 

You were the prettiest girl he ever had the chance to lay his eyes on, with the bestest personality that complemented his own just right, with the most melodic voice and laughter that made his whole world slow down in order to make his breathing ability harder. And he really wished it actually slowed down, to allow him to enjoy and appreciate every passing moment with you even deeper.

Fuck, Heeseung was unable to tell when the butterflies in his stomach started to dance along the beat of your constant presence, but the day you asked if your lipgloss was cute definitely played a big role on it.

Heeseung had a vivid memory of how gorgeous you looked wearing your brand new dress for your fifteenth birthday party, styling your strands with a hair bow and prepping your face with makeup that only accentuated your already beautiful features.

And then you turned on your heels, cheeks painted with a faint blush, big, wide, innocent eyes colored with a soft shade of brown, and your lips, oh, your fucking plump lips with a  shade of a light pink gloss adorning it, screaming for his own mouth to be pressed there.

‘Do I look cute? Does my gloss look cute?’

The question was simple and very common. Heeseung always answered yes to them, because he would always think you were pretty, even when waking up with your puffy face and half-lidded open eyes squinting because of daylight.

But there you were, making Heeseung focus intentionally more on your, now, kissable lips, on your sweet, tempting, fucking gorgeous lips.

Ever since that day Heeseung had to keep you closer to drift his nasty thoughts away.

It was controversial and maybe hypocritical. He should have done the opposite, to avoid you, to keep you as far as possible, but he simply couldn’t, because in that very moment he found himself addicted to you, addicted to the idea of tasting what he had come to crave as his main life goal. 

Having you near meant not dealing with the thought of other guys that had experienced what he longed the most, because with you, everything that filled Heeseung’s mind was the present; your presence, your cheeky smiles, your clingy hugs, your scent, you, as a whole.

It was so fucking tough and hurtful to hear about your little crushes, it fumed his chest with angry flames that spread rapidly, with no sign to have a firefighter strong enough to put the fire out.

You weren’t like him, or at least the part you allowed him to have access didn’t compare to even one percent of what he lived, but Heeseung strongly envied those who had the chance to be the reason behind your shy giggles and blushed cheeks.

Along the chat about flattering boys that stole your heart, you would also ask him why he didn’t date anyone, your curious gaze making him stutter in place. To internally scream and squirm to prevent the words from escaping his mouth – words that would form the sentence that, without a doubt, would change the trajectory of your relationship – was the only suitable option.

It’s your fault, idiot. It’s because none of them are you.

Heeseung always opted to laugh away and give an open answer; ”didn’t find the right one” was his favorite.

In fact, watching you grow up was harder than dealing with some of the questions you threw at him. One moment, you were just the little girl he loved to tease, someone he considered his best friend, and even like the little sister he never had

Heeseung would watch you laugh at his jokes, chase you around scaring you, and protect you from the world when necessary. But then, out of nowhere, you started to change.

You were suddenly a full-grown woman, carrying yourself in a way that left him speechless, not knowing how to react, with boobs and shit.

Ok, that was not exactly what made his life around you harder, nonetheless, it was inevitable the way you physically evolved began to hold a distinct place in Heeseung's mind, blurring his cohesive thoughts with a frightening ease.

Being a teenager while having a hot friend was difficult, no one ever taught him about it.

He felt nasty every time he dared to touch himself while thinking about your body; how your mildly exposed chest, when wearing tight shirts, hinted at what was beneath it. How the soft curves of your belly and hips drew his attention in a way that got his fingertips tingling in craving to hug it, to have it under his touch.

Whenever he achieved his climax, your cute name falling from his lips in a quiet whisper, the following regret flooded his chest within a wave of remorse that he couldn’t control at all. For good minutes he even considered saying sorry to you within a text, without giving a proper explanation, but he would always choose to keep that hidden truth away from your acknowledgment in every instance possible.

Besides his strong, flaming desire, Heeseung loved you with all he had.

You were his best friend, the one and only, the girl who knew his deepest secrets and welcomed them without judgment, that laughed at his stupid jokes and held him closer when he needed comfort.

You knew that when he was a child, he would wet the bed because he had nightmares about clowns. You knew he would eat ramen in the middle of the night, hiding it from his parents and blaming his older brother. You knew that, despite him bragging about his skills, he was terrible at candy crush – and you loved to tease him about it, because who the hell is bad at candy crush?

You didn’t seem to care about his flaws, like the aggressive way he treated things around him when the accumulated stress snapped – never at you, though. Or the fact that he would procrastinate as much as possible to clean his room, to do laundry or wash the dishes. Or that he would always eat while watching TV at maximum volume, and scream loudly while playing league of legends even when late at night.

Heeseung loved you, yet, it wasn’t enough to keep him safely quiet, relentlessly making his body ache for you. What started as the warmth of a deep connection slowly blossomed into something more – more intense, more real, and yet, somehow, delicate, like a fragile flower that could easily be shattered.

Heeseung would treat you like a queen because he thought you deserved to be one, and in the valleys of his heart, he wished for you to let his presence be part of your happiness, to share all the intimate moments, to become a part of your world in a way that was more than just a friend.

So that was the reason Heeseung started this whole thing of asking you about flirting. He was patient, however the urge to be yours and have you completely was swelling not-so-slowly, and he found an unexpected way to maybe drift you both through that invisible boundary line he wished to cross for so long.

There was no actual curiosity behind his question, it was pure and genuine longing and quiet hope for you to, perhaps, reciprocate those confused feelings that only led his heart to decide that he loved you.

And he loved you with his whole soul. 

“Come on,” Heeseung groaned after zoning out, now pushing his body to stand up before taking the seat next to you by scooching your legs away. 

You looked at him over your phone, frowning, your heart still pounding hard in your chest after going thoughtfully over the topic he just brought, pretending to spend your time on the screen when, actually, your head was filled with anxious and fearful thoughts.

Even so, you kept a straight face. 

“What?”

Heeseung sighed, shoulders dropping in something close to defeat and you took your time to move and sit on one of your legs, the other on the ground, casually hanging as you bounced it in order to expel your nervousness.

You didn’t notice your friend had tracked the motion for a quiet second, immediately understanding you had shifted your demeanor in a way he couldn't pinpoint yet, but he had a hunch about it. A suspicion that got his heartbeats notably increasing.

But you saw the exact moment he switched as he gathered the best of his decency to lock eyes with you, guiding the plan forward with excellency.

“Could you, please, for everything we have been through, for our beautiful friendship, and because you love me so, so much, answer my question?”

The drama in Heeseung’s voice was blatant and got you fighting back a grin that threatened to break free. His big-doe eyes flashing you an innocence you wittily figured out as coaxing, added to how he slowly batted his eyelashes, tilting his head only enough to look extra adorable, even curving his bottom lip to pull into a slight pout that had your attention lingering longer than you wanted. 

Once Heeseung learned that his charming eyes were one of your greatest weaknesses, he wasted no time to take advantage of it, oftenly catching you off guard by using his secret weapon to achieve certain goals, offering a soft, yet penetrating gaze that got your knees faltering in place.

He didn’t know with precision what made you so easy to pursue whenever he used that trick, nonetheless it was a big benefit either for simpler favors or big other things, like using your credit card to buy a collector figurine he didn’t have the money to buy during that time.

In that moment, however, Heeseung just wished for you not to catch the flicker of apprehension in his eyes, or the barely contained excitement that danced behind the facade of calmness and fake purity, because he didn’t aim to get something expensive or use your bathroom just to explore your good amount of skincare. 

His only objective was to cross that friendship line, to ruin it, and, if he was lucky enough, have you enjoying it as you both do so.

You pursed your eyelids and then cocked your head to the side, incredulous. “Seriously?” A chuckle echoed from your parted lips, softening your expression to endearing amusement since it pretty much worked all the time, even after you became fully aware of his tactic. “Using bambi-eyes and shit?”

Heeseung nodded with admirable speed, his entire behavior was almost infantile, resembling a shameless child about to get a pricey toy after playing the good kid for his parents, although he definitely did no good. He had a smirk on the very corner of his mouth, and his eyes glossed with complete feigned innocence. 

You damned yourself for being such a sucker for that boy, for allowing him to have that much power over your whole existence. 

And with that, you accepted your fate, your defiance. You had no idea of what was going to happen, let alone what the hell Heeseung wanted to know exactly. Yeah, girls flirting, but in which way? And why?

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes, placing your phone away on the side table. Heeseung smiled brightly and shifted on his seat, his whole body now facing you, expectantly. You flashed a hesitant look, cheeks already flaming hot in a strange anticipation, not even bothering to chase for his gaze properly. “What do you wanna know?”

“Ok!” Heeseung nearly buzzed, his body jolting slightly as if electricity ran through it, revealing his excitement. “I’ll repeat the question so it won’t get weird, alright?” 

You allowed your throat to let out a small hum, nodding and eventually daring to glance up for a little, meeting the view of Heeseung's eyes beaming with something close to thrilling and mischief.

A cold, yet silent shiver ran through your torso and you had to control yourself not to tremble when he glazed his gaze with yours, in a magnetic manner that left you with nothing but the necessity to oblige.

Though you had heard them quite a lot from the past few minutes, the following words didn’t ease your heart to weigh less; the amount of times wasn’t enough to get used to how they sounded to you.

“How do I know a girl is flirting with me?”

The air felt extremely thick, rarefied even, as if you were up on the clouds, out from any equipment of protection as you body travelled near to get out from the atmosphere, heavy in your lungs. 

Heeseung struggled to read your reaction at first. Silence. Pure lack of sounds, only a blank and slightly confused expression facing him.

It wasn’t like he was fully expecting you to partake in his idea, even though he planned to account for every possible outcome variant to achieve at least a fraction of his goal.

And yet, he didn’t have a clear objective. Perhaps he simply wanted to plant a seed of hope, mixed with a ‘what if?’, hoping you would realize his feelings ran far deeper than just friendship. And, if luck was on his side, that you might reciprocate – or at least begin to entertain the possibility.

He wanted to ruin that friendship, because he believed you could – no, should – be lovers instead.

You gulped down the lump forming in your neck, praying for some god to help you to release your nerves as soon as possible, otherwise the possibility of having a heart attack wouldn’t just be a fantasy; it would be a reality.

Although every cell in your body seemed to resonate with joy to step onto that untraveled road of your friendship, you couldn’t help the urge to run, to escape, to get away from that topic and move on with your life. 

For sure you both had conversations about similar concepts, but nothing close to personal-sexual subjects. Nothing similar to Heeseung asking you directly how flirting happens. 

“I think…” You sighed, fidgeting with the rings in your fingers. “It depends on the person…”

That reply was more open than Heeseung wanted, however, he didn’t press. 

Your tone was thoughtful, your gaze drifting to a random spot on the wall behind Heeseung and then you frowned, trying to recall how your other girl friends behaved whenever their crushes were nearby to give him a proper answer.

Heeseung studied your beautiful features intently, momentarily losing sight of his original purpose; his focus hovered longer on your lips, the same ones that taunted his self-control every single day, the same ones he dreamed about having attached to his own, the same ones he nearly said ‘fuck it’ and kissed.

Instead, keeping the natural and respectful approach and also using your words, he rephrased his question, bold and curious to explore furthermore.

“How do you flirt, then?”

You blinked your blurred, distant eyes back to Heeseung, widening them once you noticed not a single hint of hesitation within his speech, not even a drop of wavering as he held eye contact. Your furrowed eyebrows showed deep uncertainty, and Heeseung added, struggling a bit to sound firm, gesticulating with his nervous hands.

“Like, could you demonstrate?”

It hadn’t clarified anything. In fact, it only made everything more doubtable and chaotic, eliciting a tilt of your head and an even deeper frown.

What on earth was he talking about? Out of nowhere? With no precise context whatsoever? You hadn’t bought into his questioning from the start, especially because of how charming that guy in front of you could easily be, no shame at all. And now this – completely sudden and utterly unsubtle.

Heeseung hadn’t laid the groundwork before dropping this delicate bombshell in your lap.

“How do I flirt?” You retorted, emphasizing and pointing to yourself, dumbfounded.

“Yeah, like,” he shrugged, as if it was just a normal question to make to your best friend. “How do you normally flirt with your crushes?” 

You shook your head, your hands freezing in the air, your spinning head barely catching the mocking tone when Heeseung said crushes.  “No, like, I got that part,” you clutched your fists, narrowing your eyes, lips suddenly drying. “But…”

The tension clung in the silence and you could feel your heart ringing in your ears, almost ripping out from your rib cage. Your hands slowly dropped to your lap, resting there as you tried to find a recompose path out of that situation.

“But…?” Heeseung prodded, leaning ever so slightly closer, his curiosity palpable as much as his boldness.

“Do you want me to flirt with you?” You blurted out, struggling to understand the whole picture, a blend of dread and excitement swirling in your stomach that you failed to contain.

Heeseung’s breath rigged, apprehension heavy in his voice, afterall, that simple interaction had the strength, the weight of changing things between you two for good – and he was painfully aware of it. 

“It’s not like, flirt flirt,” he attempted to clarify himself, though it was clear he was growing increasingly nervous with each passing second. “I just wanna see how girls do it. And you’re a girl, as far as I know.” 

Heeseung was trying to sound nonchalant, to ease the tense air with his remarkable teasing smirk, as casual as ever, but the atmosphere had noticeably shifted and you weren’t sure about your thought process during that moment. 

You grabbed one of the couch’s pillows behind you and threw over him, both of you sharing a laugh that seemed a bit too forced to be real.

A rush of heat crept up your neck as you silently fumbled for the right words when the playful banter settled, leaving room for the reality of Heeseung requesting you to purposely flirt with him.

You also grasped with caution the way Heeseung’s gaze lingered on your figure, how it followed the movement of your teeth pressing on your bottom lip, how he mirrored your decision to wet the area with the tip of your tongue as well, drawing your attention towards his own attractive lips, planting, in your mind, a dangerous seed that had you considering a deeper, promiscuous touch. 

The whole moment felt like walking a tightrope in high heels and you were terrified of what might happen if you stumbled. Your friendship was too precious for you to lose it over a stupid mistake. But, God, why did it feel so tempting to surrender to it?

Heeseung looked at you with adoration and eagerness, his body surprisingly relaxed, or at least you read it like that, as if the scenery was as simple as one plus one, as though he had everything under control.

Little did you know he was extremely, ridiculously, intensely anxious of what cost he would have to be paying in order to not destroy everything. If you paid close attention, you would probably see his gray shirt moving to the strong beats of his heart, loud enough to make him wonder if he was going to survive the outcome.

Another sigh trailed off your mouth as you scratched the back of your neck, clearly torn between the open choices in front of you. You could easily opt to ignore that and shove Heeseung away with some joke, or perhaps answer his question without thinking too intensely about it; you could fake it, hiding your real feelings in a dialogue made up from your head. 

Or you could let your friendship fade into the depths of your lustful desire of having Heeseung for yourself as a whole man, shameless flirting with him the way you always wanted to. 

And then, it clicked. He was offering you the perfect opportunity, the perfect project to subtly guide your decisions, all while pushing you towards the inevitable conclusion: you were about to ruin that friendship.

“Fuck it,” you muttered under your breath to yourself, and right after your sharp, determined gaze met his, leaving no chance for any possible retort. “I think we need to fantasize a scenario, then.”

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the shift in tone but too intrigued to ask questions. “Why?” he smirked, leaning in slightly. “Does the scenario where you flirt with your best friend in your living room not quite match the vibe?”

You forced an exaggerated look of disgust, but it was more for show than anything else. Neither of you was fooled by your performance. “No, it doesn’t.”

Heeseung chuckled, the tension slowly melting between you two. But even as the laughter filled the air, the uncertainty of what was coming next buzzed in the back of your mind, tempting you to run. Yet, your heart, much to a surprise, was urging you to stay, to follow this dangerous path wherever it might lead.

“Ok. So let's just picture we're in a club–” Heeseung started, straightening his posture. 

“I don't go to clubs.” You quickly deadpanned, eliciting a small “oh” from him.

“Right.” He agreed, frowning while trying to think of another situation. “So…”

You sighed in defeat, biting your lip briefly before saying. 

“I'm your classmate and I have a huge crush on you…?” You blurted out in one breath, yet hesitant, feeling your entire face heat up with embarrassment.

Especially because the said scenario had already played out before, making it easier to go along with – or worse, making it feel way too realistic.

“Nice! That's a good one.” Heeseung replied, his voice carrying a cheerful tone that had you scrunching your nose at his obliviousness, though it wasn’t entirely his fault that you were harboring bottled-up feelings for him. “So what would you do?”

You toyed with your bottom lip, grazing it lightly with your teeth as you tried to quell your nerves, all while struggling to ignore the way your friend sounded urgent, excited, and unmistakably eager. It was as if the entire script had been meticulously crafted long ago. As if he genuinely and wholeheartedly wanted you to flirt with him and walk past the friends line.

Dangerously close.

Before you voiced out, you cleared your throat not to waver on your words. “So, since we're classmates, we'd probably see each other everyday...”

Heeseung nodded, his bambi-eyes following your every movement as you shifted on your seat slightly. “Yeah.”

“As a girl with a crush on you, I'd try my best to stand out somehow and grab your attention first. And the most common way is…” You paused, casting a wary glance towards Heeseung, as though your next words carried a weight too immense to risk uttering lightly. “Eye contact?”

After some time, locking eyes with Heeseung became an increasingly challenging task because it meant having the opportunity to take in every detail of his impossibly attractive face.

The faint mole on his forehead and the ones near his nose were like tiny stars adorning a beautiful sky; that very nose that made you want to squeal from how adorable and rounded its tip was, all while provoking thoughts far too indecent to entertain.

His constant parted lips carried an unique charm, naturally inviting with their slightly reddish hue. At times, they took on a deeper tone, whether from the way Heeseung pressed them together whenever he entered the deep concentration state or nibbled at them to suppress a laugh after teasing you.

If you dared let your gaze wander further, you would notice the sharp point of his chin and, just below it, his prominent Adam’s apple – a mesmerizing detail you never imagined could have such an effect on you. The subtle movement of it bobbing up and down held your focus captive as though it had the power to dictate your every subsequent action.

A sigh slipped from your lips before you even realized the silence that had overtaken you, nor the way Heeseung, with his warm brown eyes, oozed affection and attentiveness your way.

“You’re not making eye contact…” Despite his observation, there wasn’t a trace of reprimand in his tone. It was soft, like a summer breeze brushing against your skin, gentle yet impactful enough to make your eyes widen as you leaned back in surprise.

You hadn’t even noticed how close you had unconsciously leaned towards him.

“Sorry,” you muttered after clearing your throat, redirecting your gaze to a random spot in Heeseung’s lap. Yet, contrary to what you expected, he shifted forward, closing the distance further, his knees nearly brushing against yours.

You looked up at him, confusion and apprehension flickering in your expression, ready to ask why he was coming so close, but he left no room for your question.

“Does the proximity of the girl interfere with flirting?”

His tone was low, soft even, each word drawn out with deliberate care. It carried a designed tenderness that nudged the borders of unexplored intimacy between the two of you, crafted perfectly to unbalance your soul.

Breathing became difficult as your heart raced, your body begging you to flee.

“N–normally, it’s not this close.” You cursed yourself for stuttering, but how could you not? How could you remain composed when Heeseung’s voice carried an intimacy you had never heard before? You had never seen this side of him, never had him like this.

Your gaze latched onto the way his long eyelashes fluttered with each deliberate blink, the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and the way his breath mingled with yours as he leaned impossibly closer.

“Yeah?” He murmured, his eyes dipping briefly to your lips in a silent, daring plea to let actions replace words. “Then why are you this close?”

You desperately tried to come up with a coherent response, perhaps to point out that it was he who had closed the gap. But your mind had abandoned rationality, leaving you to stumble over a weak, “B–Because you sat there, you idiot.”

You broke eye contact abruptly, reality crashing over you like a tidal wave. The sheer weight of the moment urged you to shift away, to reclaim your space and calm the chaos in your chest.

But Heeseung wasn’t ready to let you go.

With surprising swiftness, he shifted his body upright and gently pulled your arm so you could get onto his lap, his hands holding you firmly yet carefully in place.

“No,” he murmured, shaking his head softly as his voice dropped an octave, steady and soothing, eliciting an immediate gasp from you. “I want to know how girls flirt when they’re this close.”

You found yourself awkwardly sitting sideways on his lap, blinking in confusion, hesitation etched into every line of your expression. All you could manage was a whispered “What?” that answered or replied nothing at all, it simply materialized into words something that reflected your genuine state.

Your breath hitched as Heeseung leaned in even closer, the heat of his body melding with yours like he was a powerful devil coming from the gates of Hell. His gaze, now tinged with something more potent that torn in between desire, yearning and  an unspoken question, stirred something wild within you.

And for a fleeting moment he hesitated, the weight of the uncharted territory between friendship and something deeper making him pause and analyze his possibilities, the small shift on his gaze betraying him. But as his fingers tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering on your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin, his resolve solidified.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his words as soft as the pad of his thumb tracing the curve of your lips. He gently tugged at your bottom lip, leaving you breathless, lips parted, and trembling. “I’m sorry for the way I went about this,” he added, his voice feather-light, his warm breath caressing your skin. “But I couldn’t think of another way to put us in this exact moment.”

Your body froze, your mind unable to fully process what was happening. One moment, Heeseung was your charming best friend who eventually became your lifelong crush, the next you were on his lap, in a compromising position and with your faces inches apart.

You were suffocating in the heavy atmosphere, unsure of how to respond to the rush of emotions crashing over you; it left you in a state of emotional overload, in shock, utterly overwhelmed.

And then, with a softness that cracked the air between you, that broke your tensed nerves and fluttered your chest, you saw his eyes falter, waiting for a sign, a proper answer for his following question.

“Can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering with words, you closed the remaining space yourself, your lips meeting in a collision of longing, and, so far, unspoken feelings that were buried deep in both of your souls, now lingering in the atmosphere as a quiet, yet delectable high voltage cursing over your body that you struggled deliciously to drift through. 

Torn in a conflict of decisions and a mutual desire, you had finally tasted what had been tempting you for so long. The softness, the warmth, the way Heeseung’s lips fit so perfectly against yours, tailored to match you as if they were meant to be.

Crossed everything you had imagined, now buzzing like a soft echo of reminiscences from when kissing Heeseung equated to a fever dream, to impossible, unattainable. 

Your body seemed to float in contact to soft clouds that gently embraced you; and then you realized that it was Heeseung holding you tenderly, kindly tracing the curves of your waist in a position that, now, was anything but comfortable.

Even so, the world outside felt like it didn't exist anymore. There was only the two of you, kissing with your breaths mingling intimately, with quiet sounds of contentment slipping out between that touch, one you had longed for far too long to waste the seconds that followed.

You deepened it, seeking Heeseung's tongue with yours almost desperately. The shock of the encounter of the two warm muscles was intoxicating, leaving you completely weak, and had you not been sitting, you would have easily fallen to the ground.

Kissing Heeseung at that moment felt like a relief. Relief in knowing that you were both on the same page when it came to the shared connection. Relief in realizing that his mouth desired you as much as yours craved his.

It was comforting to acknowledge how your body fit into his, in every possible way.

And it was then that you became aware of how your hands had automatically found their way into the soft strands of Heeseung's hair, pulling him just enough to draw the small grunts he released each time you did.

Your heart skipped a beat when Heeseung pulled away, tugging your lower lip with a soft bite. You opened your eyes slightly to search for an answer, fearing that regret had hit him like a powerful, striking bolt, but the truth was: he just needed to breathe in order to stay grounded and aware of what had just happened.

Shit. He was completely fucked, because now he knew how incredible it was to hear your breath hitch, to feel your fingers glide across his goosebumped skin with a tender, tempting touch, almost filthy, as your mouths melded together in an unprecedented rhythm.

He knew what it was like to have you intimately, and losing that feeling started to be his most intense fear.

Heeseung hadn't noticed, but there was a faint frown on his forehead that stirred conflicting emotions in you. He breathed heavily, almost panting while searching for air in his lungs. His eyes lowered, hypnotized by your parted lips, which willingly offered themselves to him.

It felt like a sweet indulgence, completely exposed, like someone on a strict diet, almost forbidden from indulging in the delicious taste of your mouth.

One simple kiss and he was completely undone, in the most delightful way possible. And beyond that, he began to crave you even harder. Dangerously harder.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, a mild frighten cursing through your veins, your voice barely above a whisper as your fingers continued to caress Heeseung's neck.

Your hooded eyes tried to pull an explanation for why he had stopped so suddenly.

He let out a low chuckle, a sound deep enough to make you shiver inside, sending a strange energy straight to between your thighs that made you unconsciously clench your legs, as your panties started to damp.

Heeseung’s hand, resting there, immediately noticed, making him smirk and lift his gaze. “You,” he sealed his lips with yours, “are unreal,” followed by another small kiss and, once again, a pause to admire you.

Heeseung looked at you with passion and tenderness, but mostly with desire. He wanted you.

No. 

He needed you.

You swallowed hard as you met his piercing gaze before he stood up, making you rise with him. Standing, he grabbed you by the waist and, still smiling, kissed the corner of your lips without any proper explanation. 

Your hands felt awkwardly frozen in mid-air, near Heeseung’s chest, as if you forgot how to function as a human being. To ease your visible tension and also taking some advantage of the moment, Heeseung lowered his mouth and planted a sweet trail of small, wet kisses down to your neck.

Your head immediately tilted to the side, almost as if he had typed the right password to gain free access to explore your body,  his large hands cupping your ass with just the right balance of respect and desire. While you allowed him this closeness, he was careful not to overstep, not when you both had only just begun to unravel that delicate part of your... friendship?

Gradually, you let yourself go, questioning less and following the flow deliberately; your hands now resting on Heeseung’s broad shoulders while he continued his project of driving you insane with his kisses.

“Hee…” You sighed softly when his teeth grazed a particular spot near your ear, too sensitive to keep you quiet, weak enough to make your knees nearly give way involuntarily.

“Don’t call me like that, baby…” Heeseung murmured softly against your skin, the vibration of his voice aligning with the tremor in your core, the endearment compelling you to clutch your eyes closed. Before you could even think of apologizing, he continued. “Or else I’ll get harder. And this fucking boner is already annoying me.”

For a brief, considerable second, you couldn’t comprehend his statement, your eyes opening in pure confusion as you stared at him, silently asking for an explanation. But Heeseung remained hidden in your neck, and you could even feel the ghost of his mischievous smile tracing your skin, rendering your mind incapable of thinking about anything other than his inebriating presence.

Then, he thrusted forward, just enough to press his hips against your body while gripping your waist to prevent you from stumbling back, and you felt it.

The layers of fabric between you two did nothing to mask the clarity of his intentions, not when he subtly, but unmistakably, demonstrated what he was referring to – a bulge sufficiently big to elicit a jolt of a quiver through your being, firm and clearly starting to grow painfully hard as Heeseung began to repeat that move.

So you had that effect on him? You turned him on? That was an unexpected delight. The warmth of it made you squirm in sudden discomfort, wishing you could feel it in a different way – one with fewer clothes.

Heeseung’s lascivious kisses on your neck switched to sloppy-messy ones, merging with the subtle grind of his hips against yours as he seeked for the smallest release to his thirst. The sensation made you let out a soft, almost teasing moan, provoking his restraint to the brim.

“Fuck…” he groaned, faltering by the way you were letting him grind shamelessly like a dog in heat, still fully clothed. “Tell me to stop, please..." His voice was ragged, like an aching, shaky plea that made his movements halt, since his focus turned inward in order to find some self-control.

But didn’t give such a command. Instead, you opened the door, not-so-silently inviting Heeseung deeper into the moment, into you. You couldn’t care less about your friendship, not when you craved to have your said best friend touching you intimately, to have his length twitching inside you while fucking your senses out of you as if his life depended on it.

You shook your head, a sly smile curving your lips when you whispered right in his ear. 

“Take me to my room, Hee.”

His desperation thickened as he surrendered to the overwhelming warmth between you two, a vocal groan cursing through his throat when he maneuvered easily your body by grabbing your thighs, inciting you to wrap your legs around his waist as he busied his mouth in yours, messily guiding both of you to your room. 

You found support on his shoulders and giggled in between the sloppy kiss, but you couldn’t quite enjoy the feeling of his strong grip surrounding your body with precision for too long, as your back quickly reached the soft mattress of your bed.

Heeseung's big figure towered over you, scooching up as a way to help you both find a comfortable position until your head was touching one of your pillows, lips still attached to each other in pure hunger.

You wondered if putting your feelings into words would add to the moment, but nothing truly needed to be said. The unspoken tension you shared with Heeseung had carried your relationship this far – this wasn’t the time to disrupt it with confessions of the obvious. Not when you had him kissing you so intensely, so voraciously, as though he were utterly parched and you were his only source of relief.

It felt exhilarating to have Heeseung this needy, his body reacting to every subtle motion of yours. You rolled your hips gently against his, seeking mutual friction in a desperate bid for release.

Your fingers wandered through his disheveled hair, occasionally trailing down his subtly muscular arms – the very arms that had always been your weakness.

Heeseung wasn’t bulky or overly built, but he had a lean, breathtaking frame, with just the right amount of definition in certain places. Supporting his weight on the bed, you could feel the tension in his arms under your touch, muscles tightening even more each time your hands dared to drift lower, grazing his back, your nails lightly scratching.

The slight scrape drew delicious sighs from him, each one lost in the fervor of your kiss.

Heeseung’s free hand explored wherever it could reach, teasingly brushing beneath the hem of your shirt, as though waiting for your silent permission to go further. And you took your cue right away.

“Hee…” you broke the intense, breath-stealing kiss to murmur his name, your voice soft, your eyes barely open as the world around you seemed heavier, hotter.

He reacted instantly to the familiar nickname, though now it carried a filthy weight that would linger with him forever. His hips pressed against yours in a motion that sent a shockwave through your core, the direct contact of his pelvis with yours setting you alight.

Lifting his gaze to meet yours, he found pure, unrestrained lust staring back at him. The words that followed made him falter, disbelief flashing across his features at the reality of what he had craved for so long finally coming true.

“I want you,” you whispered, eyes tenderly, yet oozing with desire looking at his brown orbs.

Heeseung’s jaw tightened as he swallowed hard, his expression shifting to something taut, focused. He studied you with care, searching for hesitation, for any trace of doubt in your plea. But he found none, only mutual desire, raw and unfiltered.

A breath of laughter escaped him, quiet and disbelieving, as his lips, swollen and glistening with your shared kisses, curved into a cheeky, yet content and relieved, smile.

“Don’t laugh…” You whined, squirming beneath him in a feeble attempt to escape his teasing gaze.

“I’m sorry,” he said with his voice low, gravelly, making you shiver. “It’s just… This feels like a dream.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you failed to hold back a smile. “So, you’ve dreamed about me?”

“Every single day, Y/N,” Heeseung admitted, his eyes dropping to your lips once again, heavy with yearning, with need. 

He looked intoxicated, or maybe hypnotized. Whatever it was, he felt as though his body had transcended reality itself. Because even in his dreams, he never imagined having you like this – so real, so wholly his.

“Tell me that again…” A delicate plea. “Please,” a desperate beg.

“What?” You whispered back in confusion, your eyelids feeling heavy with the proximity of the moment, making it difficult to keep admiring the tempting view of Heeseung slowly falling apart.

“That you want me.”

Heeseung’s perfume had taken over you, invading your senses completely like a flood, and you were the one feeling drunk right now, as a deep goosebump ran through your spine hearing – understanding – his request.

“I want you,” you repeated, your voice trembling with the weight of confessing something so intrinsic. 

Heeseung's breath mingled with yours, shaky, weak; the warmth of it ghosting over your lips as he hovered above you was making you dizzy. His gaze burned into yours, holding a quarter of darkness and contrastingly tenderness that matched his impossibly gentle touch on your waist. 

He moved deliberately, savoring the anticipation building up quite fast, stirring an ache that got your stomach bubbling with expectation and a weird anxiety. You tightened your grip on his hair when the tip of his cute nose brushed against yours and his reddened lips grazed over your mouth.

“Again, please,” he murmured in a husky whisper; due to the closeness, the movement tickled the skin of your lips and spurred you to lick the area, your tongue caressing both your swollen lips.

You sighed, closing your eyes.

You could feel your core pulsing in need, your skin prickling due to the insufferable tension that grew stronger, ticker, teetering the unbearable within each second, making you wonder how longer you would be able to hold yourself back. 

The magnetic tension surrounding you two made every breath feel like a desperate beg, igniting a hunger within you so fierce it consumed you.

Felt like the last thing you would ever crave in your life was right before you. But apparently, Heeseung longed to hear you speak a little more before taking any action.

“I want you, Hee,” you said again, quieter this time, though your tone was no less intense – it was even more raw.

Heeseung’s lashes fluttered shut for a moment, absorbing the confession like it was his lifeline. He repeated the motion of rubbing his nose on yours, now tilting his head to the side and groaning. That couldn't be real. You couldn’t be real.

He needed one more. Just. One. More.

“One more, please…” he pleaded, the words slipping out between deep, controlled breaths that did nothing to mask the tremor of desperation in his tone.

“I need you, Heeseung.”

His forehead pressed lightly against yours as he exhaled a shaky breath, his shoulders sagging with the weight of restraint. The charged air between you seemed to thicken, wrapping you both in an intoxicating haze.

Despite the tenderness of the moment, the desire simmering beneath the surface was undeniable – present in the way his hands traced delicate patterns along your waist, in the way his chest rose and fell with the rhythm of yours, in the way his lips hovered, so close yet so agonizingly distant.

“I need you right now, Hee. Please.”

And with your last wish, Heeseung obeyed your command.

Followed by a passionate kiss, one he tried to take his time to appreciate your taste, he also held the waistband of your shorts and, after your silent nod amidst the clash of your mouths when he hesitated, he began to move it down to your thighs, revealing the softness of your bare skin to his curious hands. 

Thick fingers brushed against your sensitive bundle of nerves, the thin barrier of your panties doing little to dull the sensation. The whimper that followed barely met the real world, swallowed whole by Heeseung’s eager mouth as he drank in your expressive, delicate reactions, savoring every trembling note like a melody meant only for him.

“So wet.” Heeseung stated the obvious after feeling your arousal sticking across the fabric, playfully tapping just to tease and feel its viscosity.

If the room was quiet enough, he would be able to hear the wet sound of his pats. 

He dived into your neck since he couldn’t keep up with the pace of the shared kiss, not when you were letting out such beautiful noises as he pressed his fingers on your entrance over your clothing piece, taunting that release that seemed far to reach.

“Hee–” You whined in frustration, swinging your hips towards Heeseung’s fleeting touches as well as tightening your grasp on his locks.

“I know, I know,” he chuckled, deep and low. You pouted when he flashed you a charming smirk, matching perfectly with his amused, yet playful eyes. “Let me take care of you, mhm?”

And with that, Heeseung made quick work of removing the rest of your clothing, still caught around your thighs, panties included. He bit his lip, a soft sigh escaping alongside a subtle furrow of his brow in delight as he took in the full view of your pussy, glistening with your wetness – all caused by him. 

You wanted to close your legs and hide, but he held you open and exposed to his sight. Heeseung could feel his stomach fluttering, tightening with sparkling expectation. 

Beneath the teasing slowness of his movements, there was a Heeseung teetering dangerously close to the edge of insanity, warring to find some self-control. And it was entirely your fault.

The effect you had on Heeseung was nothing short of surreal. Even the simple act of your consent, given with every piece of fabric he slid away from your body, only served to fuel the fire within his desire, leaving his body, mind, soul, everything he had drunk on the sheer anticipation of what was to come.

“Fucking beautiful, baby.”

The compliment was common – Heeseung always praised your good looks. But the endearment slipped past his lips with extra ease, as if calling you baby – his baby – was as natural as a heartbeat, as expected as blossoming flowers during spring. 

By the way your cheeks warmed, you could tell your entire face was betraying your shyness, especially when Heeseung offered you a genuine, content smile, as if he were expressly happy that you had allowed him to see you in this form.

He still hadn’t unclasped your bra and had only removed his own shirt, dragging out painfully the moment of leaving you both naked.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t help the small flicker of worry, a strong fear of disappointing Heeseung.

You had only had sex once in your life, with an ex-boyfriend you had trusted enough to take that step, believing that being in a relationship would make it less hurtful and more enjoyable. You were wrong.

Not only had you suffered physically from his lack of care, but you hadn’t even come close to reaching your own orgasm.

Heeseung knew the rough outline of that story. He was aware that you weren’t a virgin anymore but hadn’t asked for too many details. Partly because he hated the thought of someone else being the one to take that from you.

A pang of jealousy lingered, even though, at the time – just a few months ago – he hadn’t seriously considered taking such a step with you.

It was only after your breakup, and the frustration that radiated off you, that Heeseung decided to act. He couldn’t stand the idea of you putting yourself down, settling for men who gave you less than the bare minimum, when he was right there, longing to give you the world.

“Let me see you too, Hee.”

Your soft request came accompanied by a gentle caress over Heeseung’s slightly flustered cheeks, his lovingly expression hiding the inner battle he was fighting to keep himself composed.

He gave a small nod, standing up from the bed to remove the last of his clothes, granting you the sinful sight of his body, a thin sheen of sweat accentuating the bronzed tone of his skin. Your gaze dropped slowly towards his erection, standing stiff, flushed, with the tip in a darker shade, glistening with leaking precum. 

“Hot,” you murmured quietly, the word barely leaving your lips. But in the stillness of the room, Heeseung heard it.

A small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, shy and uncharacteristic – a glimpse of the awkward, reserved side of your friend that you loved teasing, the side that wasn’t used to receiving compliments and always got adorably flustered when they came.

You giggled, beckoning him with a curl of your finger. “Come here, hmm?”

And who was Heeseung to deny you?

In an instant, he reclaimed his place over your body, his mouth finding its way to the smoothness of your chest, lips grazing and tasting your skin. His hands slid behind your back, intent on finally removing the last piece of fabric that kept you hidden from him, and it took less than seconds for you to whimper, slamming your eyes shut as you felt Heeseung gently nip at your nipple.

“Hurry up,” you muttered within a squirm. “Please, Hee. I need you inside me."

You were quick and precise in expressing your desire, your contorted expression of pleasure blended with frustration making it clear that you didn’t want any more delays, especially since he had already dragged things out too much, and you were about to crawl the walls around you to feel him properly.

“Condom?” He murmured against your skin, smiling slightly at your desperation, though he was just as bad, if not worse.

“I don’t have it,” you moaned as he bit your stomach while lowering his hot, wet kisses. Your hands tried to find support in anything – the sheets, his hair, his shoulders – in order to ground yourself, while Heeseung seemed too calm for his own good. “But we don’t need it.”

Immediately, Heeseung froze. He stopped and lifted his gaze, scanning your face for any trace of teasing or hesitation in your words, half-expecting you to be joking or playing around, but instead, all he found was the raw, unfiltered desire of your soul exposed before him.

“I trust you,” you whispered in between your heavy breaths, a soft smile tugging at your lips that countered any remnant doubt resting inside Heeseung. You gently caressed his cheek, pulling him back to you, your eyes locking in a quiet promise that only you two knew the meaning. “I trust you, Hee.”

That was the tipping point. You, who had been wondering how Heeseung maintained such control, watched as his tender nearly relaxed gaze vanished entirely, swallowed by a wave of desire, as if pure lust had consumed his state completely.

“Don’t say that, love,” a murmur. His voice trembled, just as his arms struggled to hold himself still. He then kissed you intensely, shutting down any possibility of you retorting the pet name, barely giving you time to recognize how your heart skipped a beat.

Heeseung’s hips shifted in the precise motion to bring you closer, to claim you. You shivered.

“I’m going insane, you have no fucking idea.”

Though the choice of words said behind gritted teeth, it was clear Heeseung gravitated towards vulnerability rather than anything harsh; he sounded unsteady, but not in a worrying way. It seemed as if he had surrendered completely to your existence, almost like a personal devotion.

His soft, now familiar lips found home on yours again, pulling you into a singular kiss filled with unspoken emotions, while one of Heeseung's hands gently caressed your waist to keep you still, beginning to position his hardness against your aching hole.

Feeling the distinct pressure in that area generated an unconscious and uncontrollable tension in you, your shoulders stiffening, your hands gripping Heeseung's arms immediately and your mouth stopping properly working as the fear of the pain that would follow from that simple action started to creep up your spine.

“What's wrong, love?” Heeseung asked kindly, pausing his movements as he noticed the sudden rigidity in your body; he had only inserted the tip, and you had become completely tense.

“N–Nothing…” You shook your head, your eyes clenched closed as you tried to regulate your heartbeat and breaths. So far, there was no burning sensation where Heeseung had placed himself, but still, you were afraid.

By any means he was big, you had gotten a beautiful view of him just a few minutes ago, and although your mouth watered to have him fully inside you, there was a lingering feeling that held your soothness back.

“Baby…” Heeseung murmured softly, his voice carrying a subtle insistence as he sensed the clear discomfort and the blatant lie in your response, his concerned eyes searching for any hint of truth in your contorted expression.

“I’m sorry.” You pouted, refusing to open your eyes, the weight of vulnerability overwhelming you.

“For what?” He asked, a small trace of confusion in his voice, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he offered you the choice to end it without guilt or hesitation. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” You blurted, snapping your eyes open, your pupils wide and searching his face. Your head shook vehemently, your hands gripping his shoulders in a reflexive act of urgency as well as your legs, wrapping around his waist to keep him in place.

“Then what is it, baby?”

Heeseung adjusted his body slightly, his movements deliberate and tender, ensuring he wouldn’t press into you too forcefully. He kept his tip brushing against your folds, the sensation teasingly close but never quite crossing the threshold. He silently made the decision not to push you further unless you signaled otherwise.

“It’s just…” You exhaled shakily, your eyes downcast, unable to meet his unwavering gaze. “I’ve never– I mean, I did have sex once, but it was so painful, and it hurt so much, and I didn’t even… Y’know…”

You spoke in a flurry, your words tumbling out in a nervous rush, and through it, Heeseung caught the part of the story you had kept hidden and he never dared to ask about. His heart clenched, it became clear that this was a truth that now needed care.

“He wasn’t even that big, but it hurt because he didn’t care about me, and–”

“My love.” Heeseung interrupted, his voice breaking through with a soft, comforting tone. You stopped speaking instantly, blinking up at him with those wide, innocent eyes that held so much unspoken trust. He smiled warmly, a reassuring tenderness in his touch. “I’d never hurt you,” he whispered, his voice firm with sincerity. “And I’d never, ever force you to do anything you don’t want.”

“I want you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion, needy, desperate even. “I’m just… afraid.”

“We can take it slow, love,” he said, his words a mutual understanding between you both, the promise of patience in his voice.

He slowly began to press his tip into you again, the sensation soft but insistent, giving you time to adjust. You swallowed thickly, your breath hitching as you tried to calm the anxiety racing through you.

There were sounds threatening to escape your throat that you couldn't properly control, so you just let them out.

“Relax, alright? It’s me. I’m your best friend. I’m not going to hurt you. We can stop whenever you want.”

Through reassuring phrases and tender kisses planted over your face – and mainly on your parted lips –, Heeseung deliberately entered you whole, until his dick was being hugged by your clenching walls and his pelvis fully met your body.

You took a deep breath several times. The sensation was uncomfortable, strange; there was an intruder inside you, and you couldn't quite enjoy the so-called pleasure during sex due to it, but as the long seconds passed and your body relaxed, you began to adjust to the weight of Heeseung's length inside you.

And finally you noticed that Heeseung himself had buried his face at the crook of your neck, breathing as heavy as you, completely frozen in place.

“Hee?” You called and gave a soft stroke to his hair. 

“Give me a minute,” the words came rapidly and slurred, like an incomprehensible mumble.

You quirked an eyebrow, trying to find his face to read whatever was happening.

“Are you okay?”

Heeseung groaned. “Yes. It’s just…” He gulped, clutching his eyes closed and grunting a curse, his hands tightening their grip on your waist. “Fuck—You feel amazing, baby.” His breath hitched as his body tensed, muscles flexing under the strain of trying to hold back. “I need a minute.”

“Alright…” 

Although you couldn’t understand why, you just… Waited. But he made sure to add.

“So fucking tight–” Something about how desperate and lost he sounded close to your ear had your walls clenching even more. “I can’t– I don’t wanna cum right now.”

There was no plausible explanation for the flutter in your chest, let alone the heat that spread across every inch of your skin, hitting your core in a way that was almost overwhelming after hearing his confession.

Knowing that Heeseung was physically unable to move, simply because his release was so close – practically edging himself – made you feel more thrilled than you would ever admit out loud.

As the best of friends – after all, you hadn’t defined your relationship yet –, you chose the path of teasing, letting out a light giggle and giving a playful tap on his back as you said, “Take your time, big boy. I'm not going anywhere.”

Heeseung chuckled, though the sound was tinged with frustration and craving, the weight of his restraint still palpable.

Throughout the heated makeout moment, he was already far too affected – though he wouldn’t admit it now, having your lips against his had been more than enough to leave him ridiculously hard. The shameless grinding had teased his sensitivity with just the right intensity, pushing him dangerously close to the edge.

Now, finally experiencing the tightness of your pussy enveloping around his cock, it was a unique kind of downfall that made his control slip past his fingers, his entire body shivering as trying to contain himself. 

“I wanna– I wanna last longer for you,” a breathy, shaky moan escaped when he tried to move, pulling back just a little to shove back again. “Fuck baby…”

Heeseung was on the verge of insanity.

He couldn’t find the right explanation to how good your wet, warm interior welcomed him in an addictive sensation of fulfillment, as if he had found the exact place he needed and wanted to be.

However, as he began to set a slow, tantalizing rhythm, not only to himself but for you not to feel any pain, your soft, breathy noises became the driving force behind his every move.

Each sound you made was like music to his ears, embedding itself deeply in his mind and shaping his every decision; they spurred him on, a motivator to remain as steady and deliberate as possible, even as his own restraint threatened to crumble.

Heeseung was vividly avoiding to fall into the depths of his true needs of egoisticaly fucking you hard and fast.

And then, you begged.

“Can you go faster? Please?”

A guttural groan was Heeseung’s immediate response, primal and unrestrained, as if your request alone had sent him reeling like a starving hunter finally closing in on its prey.

He paused for a beat, letting the weight of your words settle between the thick air and then shifted the pace, growing more intense, aiming for a sharper, purposeful motion.

Heeseung straightened slightly, lifting his torso enough to pull his face from the haven of your neck and give himself a clear view of your beautiful pleasured face. His gaze met yours briefly before going downward, to the mesmerizing connection of your bodies moving together – your hips chasing his pounds like your life depended on it. 

Your hazed sight saw his brows furrowing as well as his pursed lips that reflected his immense concentration. Sweat clung to his skin, a few damp strands of hair got stuck to his forehead while the rest, equally damp, fell forward and lightly brushed your face with every thrust.

That sight was a sinful privilege; watching him completely undone yet intensely focused was enough to leave you breathless. And still, your slightly high-pitched whimpers harmonized with each precise thrust.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, and instinctively, you mirrored that grip in your hands, clutching Heeseung’s hair as you pulled him into a messy kiss. Tongues moved sloppily, chasing each other and swallowing his deep groans along with your incoherent pleas for him not to stop.

A mutual desire began to creep, one that neither of you wanted to escape, a longing as deep as two bodies yearning, painfully, to occupy the same space and merge together. It became evident in the way you clung to him, your arms wrapping around Heeseung's warm, sweaty body, pressing him down, not even caring about the slight pain in your sensitive boobs as you did so.

“I think I’m close,” you managed to announce amidst the intoxicating chaos of your senses.

There was a thick veil of lust enveloping you both, leaving you utterly dazed; the sensation was surreal, overwhelmingly good, and for the first time you truly understood what people meant when they talked about sex.

Heeseung had heard your voice distant and muffled, since his mind had drifted away, lost in the overwhelming mix of pleasure and the aching pain of edging his orgasm; his leaking precum started to blend with your sticky arousal as both of you reached over the edge.

Your eyes rolled when Heeseung started to pound into a specific spot in you, stirring your mouth to fall open with soft cries slipping past your throat, while your nails dug into the flesh of his back, scratching strong enough to leave marks. 

Heeseung barely registered it at first, though he would wear those marks proudly once he did. Still, it stung, a faint burn that somehow awakened his primal need to let go. Added to it, your pussy started to pulse and clench tightly against his painfully sensitive shaft. And so, he begged.

“Please, cum for me,” a small pause to breathe. “Please, I need you to– Please…” 

Your eyes fluttered shut and you trembled. Listening to Heeseung’s broken voice asking you for something you couldn’t quite control bordered the inexplicable and finally it snapped. 

You arched your back and went silent immediately, as if the entire world around you disappeared. You could hear and feel the weight of your heartbeats echoing through you, feel the vibrations of your body, hear the faint, distant noises of Heeseung’s moans and curses and the sound of your bodies colliding.

The intensity of your climax had you gasping for air right after you managed to regain a small portion of your consciousness, your legs squirming as the pleasure took over. 

Meanwhile, Heeseung barely pulled out in time, ensuring he had guided you through your high enough to leave you satisfied.

He would blame himself later for not giving you his absolute best. For now, his focus was on relieving the unbearable, painful tightness in his balls and dick. And so he did, releasing a guttural groan that seemed to resonate from the depths of his soul before spilling out into a delicious sound.

The wave that coursed through his body was devastatingly intense, leaving him trembling and unsteady to the point where his arms briefly faltered in holding him up.

You parted your tired eyes just enough to watch as he came all over your stomach – so much of it that it trickled down onto the sheets beneath you, leaving you completely sticky.

Both of you fought for air, desperately panting as your bodies surrendered, sinking into an overwhelming state of relaxation. A genuine urge to drift into sleep washed over you, your arms falling limply at your sides as your heavy-lidded eyes fought a losing battle to stay open.

You gave up to the exhaustion, watching through half-closed eyes as Heeseung collapsed into the space beside you. 

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured softly, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.

You tried to blink away your fatigue, but only managed to respond in a low, drowsy whisper, “For what?”

“I lost control. I didn’t do as well as I wanted to. I ruined your sheets. And… you’re all sticky. I know you hate being sticky.”

A quiet giggle escaped your lips at his string of concerns, your body vibrating with a warm, joyous satisfaction at the depth of the bond you shared. It was the expected contrast: Heeseung, overthinking every detail of his performance, and you, utterly smitten, finding his anxieties endearing.

“I loved it, Hee.”

Your praise was genuine, carrying a soft hint of reassurance to ease his insecurity. There wasn’t a single part of you that could ever truly mind the things he listed – not even his so-called mistakes.

“You were gentle and loving,” you continued, brushing a hand against the arm that sweetly wrapped around you, avoiding the result of the earlier moment. 

Heeseung’s face pressed against yours with his breath tickling your skin – an intimacy you could easily grow used to, but for now, had your heart fluttering. 

“And even when you ‘lost control,’ you stayed here. With me.”

Heeseung hummed with a hint of contentment, a faint smile creeping through his tensed barriers after your comforting words. He shifted like a puppy snuggling into a cozy corner, a gesture he did with you a few times before, but never when you were both so intimately bare in that way.

You both remained silent for a while, absorbing the reality of what had just unfolded.

No openly affectionate words were exchanged. Instead, actions took the lead, allowing you to share an intimate, deeply personal moment guided by mutual pleasure. There was no need for a romantic confession – it felt unnecessary.

Every small gesture during the earlier moment – from Heeseung's steady calmness as he talked you through it, easing your anxiety, to the way you reassured him after the end about how well he did – spoke volumes. It was more than enough to prove that the love between you burned far beyond the bounds of friendship.

Heeseung was lost in thought, exhilarated by having been able to share such a profound connection with you. The mutual desire for each other was undeniable, and no words could ever compare to the overwhelming sensation of, now, not simply having the facility to say he loved you – as he had so often as a friend – but to show it.

To demonstrate to you how every fiber of his being, his soul, his existence, was drawn to you, yearning for you, consumed by you.

“Hm, this sticky thing on my stomach is really bothering me,” you broke the silence as the haze cleared and the awareness of your body set in. You pushed his arm aside, preparing to leave the bed and clean yourself up.

“Shit,” Heeseung’s eyes widened, and he got on his feet before you could.

As he had  mentioned earlier, you hated feeling sticky. He realized might had fucked it up by neglecting to help you clean up, by not providing the aftercare you deserved.

Yet, he couldn’t blame himself too harshly; everything about the moment had left him utterly dizzy in the best way possible. It felt like he had lived out a dream once thought unattainable, and the surrealness of it all still lingered.

Your soft, familiar voice snapped him back to reality, reminding him there were consequences to address, and he wanted nothing more than to face each one with you, in every detail, if it meant staying by your side.

“Let me help, okay?” He eagerly offered, reaching out to steady you as you sat up. He barely suppressed a laugh at the grimace that overtook your face as the sticky fluid slid from your stomach to your thighs.

“Don’t get me wrong,” you teased as you walked to the bathroom together. “You’re hot, and all of this was ridiculously amazing, but I really don’t like all this cum–”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence. Heeseung interrupted, gently but insistently pushing you to sit on the toilet. 

“Pee,” he instructed firmly, yet calm.

You blinked up at him in confusion, one eyebrow raised.

“It helps prevent infections,” he clarified.

“I know,” you rolled your eyes, staring at him for a moment. He stared back. The scene was unexpectedly comical – both of you naked, exchanging deadpan looks.

“Get out of the bathroom, silly.”

“I don’t think that’s really neces–”

“I can’t pee with you here,” you cut him off.

He narrowed his eyes at you but eventually let out a quiet, “Fine, fine,” leaving the bathroom with an exaggerated huff, though he didn’t bother closing the door.

You giggled at his childish behavior, marveling at the man who had once been your friend. Friend.

It wasn’t the right word anymore. Something more significant had blossomed between you, unspoken yet undeniably present.

Once you finished, Heeseung returned to the bathroom and began to bathe you. It was endearing to feel his gentle, careful touch as he cleaned your back, giving you the space to take care of yourself properly.

You helped him wash his hair in return, complaining when he tried to use your expensive shampoo. But you relented when he deployed his infallible tactics: wide, pleading eyes and an exaggerated pout, softly begging, “Please,” in a tone so whiny it was impossible not to laugh.

Your heart ached with love for this man. The one who had once been your friend and, now, the one with whom you had crossed the line.

When you returned to the bedroom, Heeseung had already changed the sheets, leaving the bed fresh and inviting, ready to welcome you back into its warmth.

“Lie down here with me?” You murmured softly.

The sun was already below the horizon, and the air was pleasantly cool. A gentle breeze slipped through the slight gap in the window, rustling the curtains and brushing against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps

The warmth of your recent shower made you extra sensitive to the chill, and noticing this, Heeseung moved to close the window before settling into the empty space beside you.

It didn’t take long for you to naturally nestle into one another, as though this kind of closeness was second nature. And it was.

You had always been comfortable with affectionate touches – warm hugs and innocent caresses were a constant part of your daily routine, alongside the playful teasing that defined your relationship. But now, something new lingered in the air: a tension, subtle and undeniable, that neither of you seemed brave enough to confront.

It felt as though acknowledging the shift, putting words to the new dynamic between you, might unravel it entirely – like opening Pandora’s box and being swallowed by its consequences. Neither of you knew what “dating” the other would look like, nor could you say for certain that this was even the stage you had reached. The unspoken remained deafeningly loud.

Your heart raced as you melted into the comforting warmth of Heeseung’s embrace. The familiar flutter of butterflies in your stomach now mingled with a bittersweet sense of uncertainty about what lay ahead.

Despite that, you were usually the one to take control in slightly uncomfortable situations – like when Heeseung started bringing certain acquaintances into the apartment you shared, one of whom had wandered into your room uninvited, sparking a minor conflict that Heeseung quickly accepted responsibility for.

“If you promise to stop ignoring the elephant in the room, I promise to do the same,” you said softly, breaking the silence.

Heeseung had been waiting for you to speak first. You always did. And that thought made a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. Even after everything, you were still... you.

Always you.

He was afraid, of course, that things might change drastically. There was a gnawing fear that the friendship you shared could crumble in the worst possible way. But in moments like this, when you unconsciously reminded him that no matter what, it was still the two of you, he felt a sense of calm.

“Go on a date with me tomorrow,” he murmured suddenly.

You blinked, caught off guard by his directness. His voice was quiet, a little tentative, but firm enough to make you pause. Even with a slight tremor of apprehension at the thought of stepping into the unknown with him, you nodded.

“Only if it’s not a movie date,” you replied with a light tone.

Heeseung laughed, his chest rising and falling as the sound escaped him, and the sensation of your fingers tracing lazy patterns across his abdomen made him shiver.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured you.

You tilted your head to meet his gaze. The way he looked at you, dripping with unfiltered affection was almost overwhelming in the best way. And you knew, just as he did, that the feelings you held for him were reciprocated in full.

You had crossed the line, yes. But now, together, you were venturing into new territory, ready to claim and navigate this uncharted space in your relationship. And somehow, it didn’t feel so terrifying when you remembered that, no matter what, it was still the two of you against the world.