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kingkaisen · 5 days ago

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your feral gojo fic does things to me… you should consider making more pls 🙏🙏 other than that i would one day love to see feral nanami :3 well yk not rlly feral but nanami being furious over his wife’s life being threatened n stuff ykwim TY I LOVE UR WRITING BTW

“APOLOGIZE.”

♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: A curse user has made the incredibly stupid decision to kidnap you, Nanami’s wife. And, well, it goes without saying that Nanami is protective over you. Very protective.

♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: 18+ ONLY || dark content, fem reader, angst, violence, kidnapping, descriptions of wounds, blood, and injuries, derogatory language, minor character death. Nanami doesn’t play about his wife!

♡ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4K

♡ — 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Requester, I think I overlooked the “not really feral” part until I was pretty much done with the fic, and Nanami is very unhinged in this. I’m sorry! I hope that’s okay! || artwork by @/shesdeny on instagram, permission for use granted!

The lavish restaurant offered the perfect date night ambience: live music, extraordinary food, and a dimly lit environment that, in truth, was much too dark for Kento Nanami’s liking, but at least he could still see the way your eyes sparkled as you rambled to him.

As Kento brought his glass of silky wine to his lips, he watched you reach for the warm bread in the basket at the center of the table.

Dipping it into the seasoned dipping oil, you took a bite of the sliced piece from the soft loaf as you detailed your last experience with this particular high-end steakhouse.

“ . . . the steak tasted like tires — tires, Kento — but the lobster was amazing! Still, though. I told Felicity that it’s absolutely crazy for a steakhouse to serve steak that I’m certain was made out of rubber bands or something.”

“How is it now? The steak?” Kento asked, nodding down at the half-eaten piece of meat on your plate.

“Delicious and tender,” you smiled at him warmly. That grin of yours? Well, it did something to him. The poor man had to clear his throat and adjust his tie a little bit — even after six years of marriage, your smile always managed to turn his cheeks into a light shade of red.

“They must've changed how they cook ‘em,” you added.

“That, or,” Kento’s hand reached for a piece of bread as he spoke. “I went out of my way to make sure it would be cooked to your liking.”

With a little laugh, you joked, “What? Don’t tell me you threatened the poor chef.”

“Of course not. Only a fool would be rude to the person preparing their meal. If I were, I’d imagine he would have actually served us car tires.”

“And from our own car as well!”

The sound of shared laughter between you and Kento blended in with the cellist’s beautiful melody.

It was perfect. Every bit of it.

The live, talented musicians. The delicious meals. The sight of you, his gorgeous wife, laughing, smiling, and talking throughout the evening.

It was perfect.

Until Kento’s phone started to vibrate in his pocket.

You could hear the low humming noise from where you sat.

“Who’s that?” You asked.

“Doesn’t matter. We’re on a date.”

“But it could be important, right? Sorcerers can’t really afford to miss any phone calls.” Grabbing your knife and fork, you cut off another piece of your steak. “It’s fine, honey. One phone call won’t ruin this date.”

Kento wanted to stand by his beliefs; by the standards he set for himself. Accepting phone calls during a date was rude. Just as rude as showing up carelessly late, or wearing a t-shirt and jeans.

Call it a gut feeling — or common sense, as he purposely put his phone on Do Not Disturb except for a few contacts he knew would only reach out in the case of an emergency — but Kento knew something was wrong.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket. His eyes narrowed down on the screen that illuminated his frowning face, and there it was.

The confirmation that something was indeed wrong.

Kento answered the phone call. “What is it? I’m busy at the moment.”

The person on the other line talked for quite some time. Though you couldn’t quite make out their words, you had managed to get down three solid bites of steak before Kento spoke again.

“Right,” he said, then promptly ended the call.

“Something wrong?”

“Everything’s fine,” He lied — yet again going against the standards he set for himself. “Would you excuse me for a couple of minutes? I need to get some fresh air. I won’t be long.”

“Woah, woah, hey,” you called out before he could scoot his chair back, noticing the way his eyes, which always softly gazed at you with pure love, refused to meet yours. “I know that look. There’s a curse nearby, isn’t there?”

“No, of course not.”

“Mighty suspicious for a man who nearly passed out over the idea of accepting a quick phone call during a date suddenly being okay with vanishing for a few minutes.” You leaned across the table just a bit. Just enough for him to understand you were quite serious. “Tell me the truth. What’s going on, Kento?”

Kento sighed. But he gave in. He always did when it came to you.

“There’s a curse user a few blocks away-”

“I’m coming with you.”

“No.”

“But I could serve as a distraction, and you could sneak up on them, and then-”

“Then nothing. This curse user already outranks me. He’s a special-grade, one we’ve been trying to find for years now. For him to be hanging around outside nearby means that I could be walking into a trap, and I will not use my own wife as bait. I won’t be able to focus if I know you’re around. I need you to stay here, where I know you’ll be safe.”

Kento rose from his seat.

This was, to him, an unnecessary conversation, after all. He would sooner die during a battle with a curse or curse user than drag you into a fight with him.

“Kento, Kento, wait. Please. Why are you about to walk into a special-grade curse user’s setup?” You grabbed his arm as he tried to walk past your seat. “Please don’t go. I have a bad feeling about this.”

Oh, he did too. His heart rate quickened at the idea of his forthcoming mission. Kento couldn’t look you in the eye as he spoke — it was starting to become too much.

“I have to. I can hardly sleep at night knowing someone like him is roaming the streets. Someone who wouldn’t think twice about hurting you or killing you while you’re just on your way to the bakery or . . .” Kento released a shaky sigh. He tried to keep his voice low, not wanting to disturb nearby diners or live classical music enthusiasts, and he continued, “So I have to go. I have to do whatever I can to make this world a safer place for you.”

“Kento, I don’t like this. You know my gut feelings are always spot on. Just last week, I had a feeling that something was off with the dryer, and next thing you know, it broke. I had to squeeze out our towels in the sink and stick them outside until you were able to fix it, remember? Then there was that time when we ordered takeout sushi and I had a bad feeling about it. I didn’t seem spoiled or anything, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we should’ve ordered pizza instead. That next morning, we were both sick.”

Kento looked into your eyes then. The composed man tried to hide his true feelings; that underneath his cool, calm, and collected attitude, there was this feeling of terror he couldn’t quite shake.

“Sweetheart, I’ll be just fine.” He leaned down, planting a kiss on the top of your head. “I promise.”

And with that, you gave him a little nod though you frowned with great disapproval, and Kento walked through the restaurant’s doors just as the live musicians finished playing a breathtaking song.

—

It was well into the evening on a Wednesday night. Kento was rather busy, and therefore, he had to squeeze in date nights whenever he could — and, damn it all, he would — but being that it was a school and work night for most, the streetlight-illuminated roads were void of people for the most part, especially once he made a left turn into a dark alley.

Kento was tracking the curse user by the residuals he left behind at each location he visited, like a detective following footprints, but the man was no longer here.

He’s sending me on a wild goose chase, Kento thought.

It was like a never-ending game. After all, a special-grade curse user like himself could have decided not to leave behind any residuals. So, for all Kento could have known, he could have chosen to let Kento wander around in alleys like this, meanwhile, his true whereabouts were unknown.

—

Something wasn’t right.

He was taking too long.

You listened to the musicians play song after song. Finished your glass of wine. But, as your leg shook and you continuously checked your phone for the time, you couldn’t simply sit in the high-end steakhouse any longer.

He’s not gonna like knowing I paid the bill, you thought, a small smile spreading across your face at the thought of your classy husband and his gentlemanly tendencies.

But where was he?

You walked down the isolated streets, holding on to the bagged leftovers from your dinner. All you wanted to do was heat the food and enjoy it at home with Kento, then snuggle up in bed where you were both safe. Safe and together.

Glancing around at the empty shops and stores around you made you realize just how far you had strayed from the restaurant. You halted your footsteps, looking back in the direction from which you came.

This area was creepy. The orange streetlights were doing little to shine upon your surroundings, and the lack of people; it was all a telltale sign of incoming doom, you knew it. But what you didn’t know was whether or not your husband was right in the middle of it.

There was a figure approaching you, and three realizations fluttered in and out of mind:

It wasn’t Kento. The stranger lacked his solid build, blonde hair, and clothes suitable for fine dining.

You were happy to see another person walking around this suspicious area.

The person was headed straight for you, and suddenly, you weren’t so happy.

It was a man dressed in black clothing, one who walked fast and with purpose. You found your legs moving on their own, taking two tentative steps back. Your mind and body were in sync. Your mind screamed for you to run, run, and run, while your body turned in the opposite direction, neverminding the fancy dress that clung to your body, or the high heels you were, before now, quite excited to wear.

But it didn’t matter. The stranger’s hand suddenly came into your view and slammed against your mouth, covering it, and muffling the squeal that tried to fight its way out of your throat.

He was further away mere seconds ago. For him to have caught up to you, lightning fast . . . it dawned on you then.

This was the curse user Kento was looking for.

Your eyes went wide. Tears fell from them. You tried — tried like hell — to implement the self-defense techniques from the classes Kento asked you to take, but while an elbow to the gut might have stunned a regular person, this curse user only smiled.

His hand slipped away from your mouth for a second.

It was a second you took advantage of, inhaling a bit of air before screaming, “Help, please!”

He grabbed you then. He lifted you over his shoulder. Your high heels were no longer touching the sidewalk. The food you were carrying slipped from your hands, splattering across the ground.

Pointless screams and calls fell from your lips: “Let me go! Please, let me go!” “Someone help!” “Kento! Kento!”

But, as you were being carried away, as you struggled and squirmed, it hit you then why this curse user no longer bothered to cover your mouth.

There was no one around who could save you.

—

Kento Nanami was often praised for being a sorcerer who had his head screwed on straight. After all the gore and violence he had witnessed, he was still what most would consider to be an ordinary man with a decent mental health state.

That was why he stopped walking the second he heard what sounded like the sound of your voice, screaming his name. It was faint. Came from far enough away that it might as well have been the wind blowing past his ear.

But he hadn’t ever heard voices in the wind or hallucinated figures along the walls, but . . . but you were fine, right? You had to be. You were sitting in the restaurant, waiting for him, right?

He turned his head back and forth along the empty sidewalk, but in the end, his gut told him something was wrong.

Damn what the higher-ups would say. He was worried about his wife right now. He was certain you must’ve been worried about him too.

Therefore, he tugged on his tie a bit, and headed back to the restaurant, abandoning his search for the curse user.

—

“Did you see this woman leave this establishment?”

Kento asked the hostess frantically once he noticed a new couple was sitting in your previous spots. He held his phone up to her face, and her startled eyes glanced up at a grinning photograph of you.

“I-” she stammered. “Yes, she left a while ago.”

“Thank you,” Kento rushed out, and then practically bolted out of the see-through doors.

You were gone. His wife was gone.

He felt it then, his heart rate quickening, his breathing becoming uneasy.

Kento stood outside the restaurant, scanning his surroundings to see if, perhaps, you wanted to get some fresh air, but you were the love of his life. And he knew you quite well.

He knew you went off, searching for him after he didn’t return within a reasonable amount of time.

Kento opened a map on his phone. One that would reveal your location to him. The beautiful photo of you he set for your contact was unmoving, as if his wife were standing on a random sidewalk. As he started to run in that direction, his palms broke out into a sweat.

He was headed in the supposed direction of the curse user’s whereabouts.

—

When Kento stumbled upon the mess made along the sidewalk, he both wanted to cry, and kill someone.

To-go boxes were scattered about, leftover food spilled and splattered. Among the mess was your cracked cell phone.

“Oh my god,” Kento whispered to himself. “She’s . . .”

You’re what, exactly? What became of you? Where were you?

—

It took an hour.

One hour.

One fucking hour before Kento was able to track down the clever curse user.

The sorcerer stepped into a dark alley. He was heaving, his teeth clenched. His hand gripped the handle of his blade so hard, his knuckles turned white.

The special-grade curse user stepped out from behind a dumpster then, a gentle smile upon his face, his hands in his pocket.

“You took her.”

The curse user’s smile widened at the sound of Kento’s voice — at the sound of his anger — and he laughed lightly.

“Oh, hey, I know you. Mr. Nine-to-five, seven-to-three, ten-to-six — something like that, right? For you to be here now, you must have started your day later than usual, or . . .” The curse user vanished behind the dumpster, but only to roughly drag out what Kento assumed was a bag of garbage. But he was wrong. It was you. “I made the right decision when I captured this thing I saw you eating dinner with. You care enough about someone to work overtime, hm? How sweet.”

The curse user released the grip he had on your hair, letting you hit the filthy ground.

Kento’s eyes went wide at the sight of you. But not out of the shock of discovering his wife was here, but upon seeing the condition you were in.

The horrible condition.

Both of your high heels were broken. The destroyed shoes loosely clung to your feet, and Kento trailed his eyes over the palette of colorful bruises and cuts that spread across your trembling legs. Your dress was tattered and ripped in random places, and though your dress was red, he could tell the difference between the fabric and your blood stains.

The diamond necklace you wore was soaked in the wet blood that seeped from your mouth, down your neck, and across your heaving chest.

Your face was a drastically different sight compared to the stunning photograph of you, smiling. The one he sent to all of his friends.

He couldn’t see the makeup you took the time to excitedly apply in preparation for your date. He couldn’t see the cheeks he loved to kiss every morning, nor the lips he cherished feeling against his own every night.

Instead, he saw an enormous, bleeding gash running from the top of your ear, across your cheek, and through your upper lip. Your eye was swollen. Blood and tears coated your skin so much so, you would nearly inhale it into your mouth and choke.

The curse user raised his foot.

He brought it down on your injured head — a yelp shot out of your throat — and your head was smushed between the ground and his boot.

Kento charged at him — he tried, at least.

The curse user raised his hand, and suddenly, Kento’s body froze. He couldn’t move a muscle.

Of course. This special grade had the power to halt moving objects and people as he saw fit.

He didn’t use it as often as one would think, a sick bastard like him enjoyed watching his targets struggle, but he could feel the anger practically radiating off of Kento Nanami, and he refused to take his chances.

“Ah, ah, ah. Not another step,” the smiling curse user said. “Are you one of those men that like ‘em dumb? ‘Cause your wife isn’t that bright, ya know? Wandering the streets all alone, searching for you, I bet. You told her not to follow you, didn’t you? You ought to train your little bitch to follow orders better. What a useless dog.”

“Ken-to-”

“See what I mean? I told her not to speak, scream, or any of that, but she just won’t shut up. How do you put up with her talking, talking, and talking non-stop?” The curse user removed his foot from your head. His hand gripped your hair yet again, yanked you back so roughly, a burning pain soared throughout your scalp, and he wrapped his other hand around your blood-covered neck. “I’ll shut her pretty little mouth up for you permanently.”

The curse user started choking you right before Kento’s eyes.

Your bruised hands and split fingernails clawed at his skin, but it did nothing. Your legs started to squirm from pure panic, and Kento could do nothing except watch.

Out of the corner of the curse user’s eye, he noticed Kento’s body starting to tremble.

His satisfied smile changed into a confused frown.

He looked up at him fully, and his lips parted, a gasp escaping him as he saw your husband’s hand started to rise. He could only move slowly. And fighting against this cursed technique hurt like hell.

But he could still move.

Impossible.

Your husband’s fingers hooked around his tie, and he pulled it off, then wrapped it around his hand.

The curse user barely had time to blink before he felt the impact. He was in the air for a second, uncertain if he was hit with a fist or a blade, but whatever it was, it made his skull ache terribly, but that didn’t terrify him nearly as much as the fact that this man could move right now.

His back smacked against the ground with an unpleasant thud. Blood spewed from his mouth, and he heard haunting footsteps. Ones that belonged to the pissed-off sorcerer, who he swore — he swore — had doubled in size compared to the pictures his fellow curse users had shown of him.

“How can you move? You-”

Kento interrupted the curse user by slamming his wrapped fist into his mouth.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Hurting my wife? Speaking to her that way?” He did it again. And again. And again. “I’ll shut you up permanently."

You scooted yourself into a corner beside the dumpster, gasping for air as you watched your husband stand over your attacker and continuously smash his face in until he experienced a pain greater than your own.

The curse user gagged.

“Listen to that. The sound of you choking on your own teeth. It sounds like music to me,” Kento said darkly.

His fist was covered in blood. The curse user’s face was a mess of said blood. But Kento wasn’t finished. He thought about how terrified you must have been. How much your wounds must have hurt. How someone as kind as you was undeserving of the pain you were in.

God, he wanted to kill this bastard, bring him back to life, and kill him again.

The curse user turned his bloodied head to the side, trying to spit out some of the blood filling his mouth, but Kento placed his foot on the man’s head, squishing him in between his shoe and the ground — just like he had the nerve to do to you, Kento’s precious wife, earlier.

“I can’t let you die just yet. You tortured the love of my life. I think it’s only fitting I prolong your suffering until you’re on your knees before her, apologizing,” Kento kneeled, grabbing the curse user’s hand. “These are the hands you hurt her with, hm? I don’t think you have any further use for them.”

You knew what was coming when Kento grabbed his wrapped blade. You closed your eyes — though your swollen one was practically already closed — and you brought your trembling, injured hands to your ears, but you could still hear the curse user’s ear-piercing screams.

The curse user had only cried twice before in his life. When he fell during a game of tag as a toddler, and now.

Now, tears poured from his eyes, and he was spewing gibberish that Kento couldn’t quite understand for a moment. Not until he saw the apologetic look in the man’s teary eyes.

“What are you trying to say? Are you trying to apologize to me? Why?” Kento raised his bloody blade. “She’s the one you had the audacity to disrespect. She’s the one you put your filthy hands on. She’s the one. And after all of this, you still don’t respect her enough to think she’s worthy of her own, sincere apology, do you?”

Kento grabbed the man by his short hair. He then dragged him in your direction before tossing his limp body in front of your trembling figure.

“Apologize to my wife, then I’ll send you to hell where you belong. Apologize.”

More gibberish. It wasn’t good enough — the man couldn’t speak, after all, but it didn’t matter how great his apology was.

He was going to die.

Kento kicked the curse user in the side.

He sent him flying, rolling across the dirty ground, and Kento approached, daydreaming about all the ways he’d take a life tonight.

By now, Kento’s blonde hair, which was usually neat, was messy with sweaty blonde strands sticking to his forehead. He took off his blood-covered suit jacket, tossing it on the ground, and the shirt he wore underneath was unbuttoned, stained, and revealed his bulging muscles and veins.

Kento raised his fist. The tie he wrapped around it was not only covered in the blood of the curse user, but dotted in the blood from Kento’s splitting knuckles as well, but he didn’t care. He punched that man like his life depended on it.

—

As time passed, it wasn’t until a large hand wrapped around his wrist, seizing his movements, did Kento realize he had beaten man to death.

“That’s enough, Nanami. He’s dead.”

The voice belonged to Satoru Gojo. Kento recognized it, even with that rarely-heard serious tone, but he hadn’t yet bothered to look at the white-haired man just yet. His eyes were still on the curse user.

Kento rose to his feet then, breathing heavily.

“He hurt her.”

“I know. I saw her,” Satoru replied, though he hadn’t yet let go of Kento’s wrist. He wasn’t sure if it was wise to do so. “Take a coupla deep breaths, okay?”

Kento didn’t listen. He snatched his arm away from Satoru with a strength that even surprised the world's strongest sorcerer, and he made his way over to you.

Satoru watched him walk away as their assistant, Kiyotaka Ijichi, approached him from behind.

“I’ve never seen him like this before,” Satoru said to the dark-haired man, watching as Kento got down on his knees before you. “Knowing he beat a special-grade curse user to death is just terrifying. I mean, look at that guy.”

Satoru glanced down at the deceased curse user, and Kiyotaka did the same, adjusting his glasses.

“That man died half an hour ago, and Nanami was still . . .” Satoru released a breath. “It’s my fault. I should’ve gotten here quicker. Then, maybe, his wife would’ve been fine, and he wouldn’t have had to go that far.”

“Well, at least they’re both still alive. We should be grateful for that,” the assistant said, then turned, making his way back to his parked car just outside the alley.

—

Kento gently scooped you up, holding you against him. “Come here, sweetheart. It’s okay. I know it hurts. You must be freezing.”

You tried to turn away from him, not wanting your husband to see the state that your face was in, but he softly touched your chin and guided your teary gaze back in his direction.

He held you close then. Trying his hardest to keep you warm.

Kiyotaka approached cautiously with a purple blanket in hand. He reached down slowly, and held it out to Kento, who took it and said, “Thank you.”

The disheveled man wrapped the blanket around your trembling body, only pausing when he heard you trying to speak — an utterly painful act, thanks to your crying, your bruised throat, and your split lip.

“This is . . . this is all my fault. I just wan-wanted . . .”

“Shhh, don’t try to speak. This isn’t your fault. It’s mine. I never should have left you alone. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Kento’s thumb graced the dried specks of blood on your cheek. “I can’t believe someone did this to you. I can’t believe I . . .”

“Shhh,” You shook your head. The last thing you wanted was for him to blame himself.

“We’re going to take you to the hospital. Close your eyes and get some rest.” Kento rose to his feet with you in his arms. As gently as he could — with a gentleness that was a sharp contrast compared to the way he brutally murdered someone moments before — Kento pressed a kiss against your forehead. “I love you. And I promise you no one will ever hurt you again.”

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˖ 𐔌 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐚𝐲࿐.۫

જ⁀➴ Desc: || When the flu hits the Norris household, you're suddenly the full-time nurse, chef, and cuddle provider. With Lando down and sick. It's up to you to nurse him and the kids back to health. ||

ᯓ★ (Husband!) Lando Norris x Fem! (Wife) Reader

ᯓ★ 1x Genre: Fluff

ᯓ★ Warning: None

ᯓ★ Requested? No

Author Note: More of the Norris Family on your feed. Some stories might not be as long as the others. I do apologize, I am swamped with some things, but making it work. As of now, here is some fluff about the Norris family. DOUBLE POST TODAY!

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It started with Sebastian.

You were home on the couch, one leg curled beneath you, a warm mug of tea in your hands as the low hum of afternoon silence filled the house. Lyla was upstairs napping, snuggled into her favorite pink blanket with her bunny tucked beneath her chin. Lando had gone out for the afternoon to grab groceries and maybe meet up with Oscar for lunch. It was peaceful. Until your phone rang.

You glanced down, squinting at the screen. St. Mary’s Primary School.

That peaceful feeling? Gone.

You picked up immediately. “Hello?”

“Hi, is this Sebastian’s mum?” a gentle voice asked. “This is Nurse Rachel, I’m calling to let you know Sebastian isn’t feeling too well. He’s got a slight fever, looks a bit pale, and he’s complaining about a headache and chills. He’s resting in the office now, but we’d recommend picking him up as soon as possible.”

Your heart dropped. “Yes, of course. I’ll be right there.”

Ten minutes later, you were parking in front of the school, your chest tight with worry. As soon as you stepped into the nurse’s office, your heart broke.

There was Sebastian, curled up on a cot with a blanket pulled up to his chin. His curls were a mess, flattened to one side, and his eyes looked heavy and dull. His cheeks were flushed, lips dry, and the moment he saw you, he blinked slowly and reached out with a weak little, “Mama…”

“Oh, baby,” you whispered, rushing to his side. You ran your fingers gently through his curls and kissed his forehead. He was burning up.

“Let’s get you home.”

At home, things started okay. You and Lando worked like a well-oiled team—fluffing pillows, taking temperatures, setting timers for medicine, keeping cartoons going on a loop to distract him. You’d been through colds and stomach bugs before. This was just another one. Or so you thought.

But two days in, Sebastian was getting worse.

“He hasn’t eaten anything,” Lando muttered, pacing at the foot of Sebastian’s bed. His hands were shoved into his hoodie pocket, eyes fixed on his son who was lying limp, glassy-eyed, not even responding to his favorite movie playing.

“I know,” you sighed, rubbing Sebastian’s back gently. “He won’t even drink juice.”

“He’s not… him. He doesn’t even want me to read to him.”

You both looked at each other then, the unspoken agreement passing between you like a bolt of electricity.

Doctor. Now.

The diagnosis: flu. A pretty bad one.

“Just rest, fluids, and keep monitoring his fever,” the pediatrician said kindly. “These days, the strains going around have been knocking kids out hard, but with proper care, he should be alright in a few days.”

Lando let out a long sigh once you were back in the car, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Okay. Okay. So we can do this.”

You smiled weakly. “Yeah. We’ve got this.”

You didn’t have this.

Because two days later, Lyla got it.

She woke up wailing in the middle of the night, her entire little body on fire with fever, cheeks damp from tears, and that heartbreaking toddler cry that said she didn’t know what was happening.

“Oh no,” you whispered as you scooped her into your arms.

From the doorway, Lando stood in pajama pants, his shirt long forgotten, with sleepy eyes, hair sticking out in every direction, and dark circles under his eyes. “Not her too.”

“She’s burning up, Lan.”

The house descended into chaos.

You barely knew what day it was. There were humidifiers going in every room. Thermometers beeping every few hours. Medicine charts taped to the fridge. Lyla wanted nothing but cuddles. Sebastian was in a zombie state, and you were running on cold coffee and adrenaline.

One afternoon, while you were wiping down the kitchen counter, a soft knock came at the front door.

You opened it to find Oscar standing there, hoodie pulled over his head and holding a large brown paper bag.

“Hey,” he said with a small, apologetic smile. “Lando said you guys were in full-on crisis mode. I figured you could use a hand.”

“Oscar,” you blinked, almost tearing up. “You’re a lifesaver.”

He stepped inside, pulling off his shoes. “I brought electrolyte drinks, cold meds, some soup, and—” he pulled a stuffed dinosaur from the bag with a small grin, “a get-well friend for Seb.”

You laughed softly, taking the items. “Thank you. Seriously.”

He looked toward the living room where Lando was sprawled on the floor with Lyla clinging to his chest, half-asleep. “How’s he holding up?”

You snorted. “Heroically. Stubbornly. Recklessly. Pick one.”

Lando looked up just then. “Oi! I’m doing my best over here!”

“You’re gonna catch it too, mate,” Oscar warned.

“Nah,” Lando said, stroking Lyla’s back gently. “I’ve got dad immunity.”

“You mean denial,” you muttered, setting down the soup.

But Oscar was right.

Two days later, you walked in from the store to find the living room in complete stillness.

Lando was lying facedown on the couch, motionless. Sebastian was snuggled on top of his back like a human blanket, fast asleep. Lyla was curled at the base of the couch with her head on Lando’s leg, mouth open, drool visibly soaking into the fabric of his joggers.

He lifted his hand lazily and gave you a pathetic wave.

“You’re home,” he rasped, voice so congested it didn’t even sound like him.

You set the bag of groceries down and crossed your arms. “Lando.”

He turned his head just slightly, revealing red-rimmed eyes and a nose that was clearly on strike.

“What?”

“You’re sick.”

“No, I’m just tired,” he mumbled.

You arched a brow. “Tired? Your face looks like it’s been hit with hay fever, the flu, and a cold front.”

He huffed. “I’m fine.”

“You are not fine. You have a seven-year-old with the flu asleep on your back and a two-year-old sneezing on your leg. You’re now patient three in this house of doom.”

“Don’t diss my babies,” he muttered, sniffling.

You walked over and gently lifted Sebastian off him, carefully not to wake him. “Come on, superhero. Time to go to bed.”

He groaned dramatically, trying to sit up before collapsing again. “This is how I go.”

“Lando.”

He opened one eye. “If I don’t make it, tell Oscar I forgive him for bringing me that soup with ginger.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the fond smile tugging at your lips. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Tell the children I fought bravely.”

“You got the flu from cuddling a toddler.”

“...still brave.”

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The early morning had become your only moment of true peace.

The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, but soft golden light was beginning to filter in through the tall windows of your Monaco flat, casting long, warm shadows across the quiet living room. The city beyond the glass was still sleeping, wrapped in the quiet hum of a new day not yet begun. No traffic. No coughing. No cartoons buzzing in the background. Just silence. Precious, rare silence.

You stood barefoot in the kitchen, the tiles cool beneath your feet, wrapped loosely in your robe. One hand cradled a warm mug of tea while the other rested against the edge of the counter as you took a breath. Deep. Grounding. You could almost pretend the past week hadn’t happened—almost pretend the house wasn’t still full of flu-stricken chaos, discarded tissues, and sleepless nights.

But you knew better.

Your eyes wandered toward the hallway.

In your bedroom, Lando lay sprawled across the bed, curled protectively around a small, warm bundle. Lyla was tucked up against him, her tiny frame almost disappearing beneath the heavy duvet. Her cheek was pressed to his chest, her thumb still resting against her lips, breathing soft and even. One of Lando’s arms was draped over her securely, his hand resting gently on her back as if shielding her from even the remnants of the flu. His curls were a tousled mess on the pillow, his mouth parted slightly as he slept—exhausted, stuffy, and completely defeated by the same virus he’d insisted he wouldn’t catch.

You’d warned him. Time and time again, you told him to stop letting her cough in his face, to quit letting her nuzzle into his hoodie while she sniffled and sneezed.

“She’s a daddy’s girl,” you had said. “You’ll be the next one down.”

And now, here you were.

Across the hall, Sebastian was finally asleep too, curled up in his bright red race car bed. His tiny body lay limp under a Cars-themed comforter, his arms tucked beneath his pillow, one leg dangling out from under the blanket like it always did—flu or no flu. His cheeks were still a little pink, but the fever had come down overnight. You’d stood in his doorway earlier just to watch him breathe, just to make sure.

He looked peaceful. For now.

And for a few stolen moments, so did everyone else.

You sipped your tea, turning slowly back toward the stove.

“Breakfast,” you mumbled to yourself, eyeing the sparse options you’d managed to keep stocked through the week. There wasn’t much point in cooking something elaborate. Nothing seemed to stay down anyway. Every meal came with the risk of being met with a gag, a grumble, or worse—clean-up duty.

You sighed and set the mug down. “Oatmeal and yogurt,” you decided aloud. “Simple. Gentle. Not likely to end up on the floor.”

You grabbed the oats and a small pot, setting it on the stove to warm the milk. Your hands moved with practiced rhythm—quiet, calm. You sliced some banana, then carefully cut a few strawberries, arranging them in a little dish in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, the colors might tempt Lyla or Sebastian to eat something.

The silence was comforting, for once. No crying. No sneezing. No soft calls of “Mama…” from down the hall.

Just you. Your kitchen. The soft hum of the refrigerator. The aroma of tea.

And then—ring ring ring.

You jumped a little at the sudden break in stillness and reached across the counter for your phone, sighing lightly. You glanced at the screen and smiled.

Cisca.

You picked up immediately. “Well,” you said with a chuckle, phone pressed to your ear, “it’s nice someone is calling me and not crying or throwing up.”

“Calling to check in on the family!” Cisca’s warm, familiar voice greeted you.

Your smile deepened. Lando’s mom had always been so caring—gentle but no-nonsense, the kind of woman you could rely on. She knew how hard motherhood could get, even with help.

You leaned against the counter, balancing the phone between your shoulder and cheek. “You have impeccable timing. The house is actually… quiet. For once.”

“I was hoping I’d catch you before the chaos starts again. How’s everyone holding up?”

“Well,” you exhaled, stirring the oatmeal slowly, “Sebastian’s fever finally broke last night. He’s asleep in his bed, looking like a little zombie racer.”

“That’s good news.”

You nodded to yourself. “Lyla’s still all sniffles and sleepy cuddles. And she’s in bed with Lando right now.”

Cisca laughed knowingly. “Let me guess—tucked under his arm like a little koala?”

You chuckled. “Exactly. It’s actually adorable. She’s latched onto him like he’s her personal comfort pillow. She refuses to be anywhere else.”

“She always was a daddy’s girl.”

“Yeah,” you said with a smirk, “which brings me to the bad news—he’s got the flu now too.”

“Oh no…”

You shook your head, scooping the finished oatmeal into a bowl. “I told him. Over and over. Stop letting her breathe on you. Stop kissing her forehead every five minutes. But he couldn’t help himself. He cuddled her through the worst of it and now…” You glanced toward the bedroom door. “He’s just another one of my patients.”

Cisca groaned. “He never did listen to advice when it came to sick days.”

You grinned. “Now he’s snoring like a bear, wrapped around his sick toddler like he’s the one keeping her alive.”

“Well, you’re a stronger woman than me,” she said with a laugh. “I’d have booked a hotel.”

“Trust me, I’ve thought about it.”

You both laughed, and for a moment, the tension eased.

“You’re doing great,” Cisca said warmly. “I know this part is exhausting, but it’ll pass. Just make sure you don’t go down next.”

“Knock on wood,” you muttered, glancing at the counter. “I’m the last one standing.”

“For now,” she teased.

You chuckled again and looked over your shoulder, taking in the morning light filtering across the floor, casting a soft glow down the hallway. Behind those doors were your whole world—sick, tired, and helpless—but still your heart in three fragile, beautiful pieces.

And right now, you were holding everyone together.

“I’ve got it,” you whispered more to yourself than anyone else. “I’ve got all of them.”

The sound of a raspy cough pierced the quiet, interrupting your rare sliver of calm. You gently pulled the phone away from your ear mid-sentence.

“I think that’s my cue,” you murmured with a soft sigh. “One of the tiny patients is awake.”

“Hang in there,” Cisca replied sympathetically. “Call me later if you need anything.”

“I will. Thank you, Cisca.”

You ended the call and set the phone down on the counter, already hearing the familiar rhythm of small footsteps padding against the wooden floors. And then—

“Mama!”

You turned toward the hallway, just as Sebastian appeared—his race car pajamas rumpled, curls flattened on one side of his head, and his cheeks still flushed from fever. He rubbed one eye with the back of his hand, dragging his favorite stuffed animal behind him.

Before you could respond, Lando stepped into the kitchen behind him, holding Lyla close to his chest. She was bundled in a blanket, thumb in her mouth, her heavy head resting on his shoulder. Her curls were tangled from sleep, her little body completely melted against him.

“Lando,” you sighed gently, though your tone carried the weight of exhaustion, “put her down. You all should be in bed. I’m making breakfast.”

He gave a tired shake of his head, voice barely above a whisper. “We’re fine, love.”

But you saw the truth in his eyes—the fatigue, the faint daze behind his movements, and most telling of all, the harsh cough that followed his words, forcing him to turn away from the stove area.

“Please,” you said more firmly, “not around the food.”

He nodded weakly, patting Lyla’s back as she made a soft noise in her sleep.

You set the spoon down with a soft clink and crossed your arms. “Okay. You three—back to bed. Now. All of you.”

“Mama…” Sebastian whined pitifully. He shuffled forward and leaned into your side, wrapping his arms around your leg. “I want to stay with you…”

Your heart tugged painfully.

You ran your fingers through his curls and crouched down to meet his tired gaze. “Oh, sweetheart… you three make me feel awful. I hate seeing you all like this.”

Lando watched you, still holding Lyla like a sick little koala bear. His lips were pale, eyes heavy-lidded. You stepped closer, gently brushing a hand over Lyla’s back and then across his arm.

“Lando, honey,” you said softly, your voice dipping into something tender, something pleading, “can you please lay back down? Take them with you? Just rest a little longer.”

He hesitated, shoulders slumping as he exhaled shakily. “I would,” he murmured, “but my head is pounding and I feel like my whole body’s made of wet paper.”

You sighed, leaning into him briefly, pressing your forehead to his arm. “I told you this would happen.”

“I know,” he whispered. “But she wouldn’t sleep without me…”

You looked down at Lyla, who hadn’t stirred once since they entered the kitchen, her little fingers fisted in the fabric of Lando’s shirt.

“Alright,” you said softly. “Come on. All of you—back to bed. I’ll bring breakfast to the bedroom. Just let me finish getting it ready. I’ll even add a bit of honey to Sebastian’s oatmeal and cut Lyla’s strawberries just the way she likes them.”

Sebastian sniffled and looked up at you. “With the little star shapes?”

You smiled tiredly. “With the star shapes, baby.”

Lando gave you the faintest, grateful grin. “You’re kind of a superhero, you know that?”

You reached up and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. “Don’t you forget it.”

As they slowly turned back toward the hallway—Lando shuffling like a sick penguin, Sebastian clutching his stuffed animal and trailing behind, Lyla still completely draped across her dad—you watched them disappear one by one into the bedroom.

The kitchen was warm with the gentle scent of honey and oats, the steam from the tea curling softly into the air. You moved with quiet care, filling the bowls with the oatmeal you’d just made—each one sweetened with a drizzle of honey and topped with star-shaped strawberries and banana slices. A small cup of yogurt sat beside each bowl, along with spoons, napkins, and the kind of quiet hope that maybe, just maybe, the kids would eat today without rejecting it.

You poured a mug of warm tea for Lando—his favorite herbal blend with a slice of lemon, just the way he liked it when he was sick—and then filled a tiny glass with vegetable juice for Sebastian, placing it gently on the tray. You knew he didn’t love it, but he’d promised to try if you made it “look fancy.” Lyla’s sippy cup was filled halfway with the same juice, mostly in the name of fairness.

Balancing the two trays with practiced care, you made your way down the hall and into the bedroom.

What you found made your heart ache in that bittersweet way only motherhood ever could.

Lando had propped himself up against the headboard, hair a complete mess, cheeks slightly flushed. Lyla was curled up on his lap, wrapped in her blanket, her thumb tucked into her mouth as she blinked sleepily at you. Sebastian was leaning into Lando’s side, his little head resting on his dad’s shoulder, still holding tightly to his stuffed bunny.

“Goodness,” you breathed, stepping into the room, “you three amaze me…”

Lando looked up, managing a tired grin as you carried the trays in.

You set them carefully on the bedside table and climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress as you sat at the edge. “Alright, breakfast is served—oatmeal, yogurt, fancy fruit, and drinks you’ll all probably ignore.”

“Ocker!” Lyla suddenly perked up, her voice muffled and sleepy as she looked at you hopefully.

You gave her a gentle smile, brushing a hand over her forehead. “Uncle Oscar’s probably busy right now, baby girl. And you’re too sick—he can’t come over until you’re feeling better, remember?”

Lyla frowned, clearly disappointed, but snuggled back into Lando’s chest.

Lando groaned softly, placing a hand over his face in mock defeat. “Great. Sick, miserable, and now my own daughter is choosing Oscar over me.”

You let out a soft laugh, nudging his foot under the covers. “Relax. She’s not picking favorites.”

He peered at you over his hand. “Sure sounds like it.”

You glanced at Lyla, who was now absently poking the edge of her blanket and sucking on her thumb again. “You know when she’s anxious, she gravitates to people who make her feel calm,” you said gently. “And Oscar’s like her giant golden retriever. He’s quiet. Still. And he always lets her talk first, even when she’s babbling nonsense.”

Lando raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying I don’t let her talk?”

You gave him a look. “You narrate her every move like she’s a Formula 1 highlight reel.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but then shut it again, sheepish. “Okay… fair.”

Sebastian let out a soft laugh beside him. “You do that, Daddy.”

Lando gave him a playful nudge. “Traitor.”

You smiled at the sight of all three of them bundled up in bed together—your entire world, messy hair and flushed cheeks and all. You passed out the bowls carefully, helping Sebastian sit up straighter and placing Lyla’s tray on the bed where she could reach it, even if you’d probably end up spoon-feeding her half of it.

Lando took his tea with a grateful hum, blowing on it gently. “You didn’t have to do all this, you know.”

“Yes, I did,” you said simply, brushing a curl from his forehead. “Because if I don’t take care of you three, who will?”

He caught your hand in his and kissed your knuckles softly. “When this is over, I owe you a week of sleep and massages.”

“Throw in some chocolate and a hot bath, and you’ve got a deal.”

Lyla leaned her head against Lando’s chest again, sleepy and warm, and Sebastian spooned some oatmeal into his mouth with a quiet, “Mmm, the stars are tasty.”

You laughed softly.

Even in sickness, even in chaos—you wouldn’t trade this for the world.

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Medicine hour. A warzone.

“Lando, for the love of everything, just drink it.” You stood over him, arms crossed, holding the measuring cup filled with thick, cherry-red syrup. “You’re setting the worst example.”

He groaned. “I hate the taste. I’d rather die than drink that stuff again.”

“Dramatic,” you muttered, before grabbing a tissue and wiping a smear of sweat off his brow. “But fine. If you die, I’m throwing you out on the balcony so you don’t get the rest of us sicker.”

Sebastian, peeking from behind the kitchen island, gasped. “You’d throw Daddy off the balcony?”

You grinned. “Only a little.”

“Nooooo,” Lyla whined dramatically, half-laughing, half-crying from where she had crawled into Lando’s lap — seeking refuge. “No medicine! No meeeeedicine!”

“She’s hiding behind me,” Lando groaned. “I’m literally dying, and she’s hiding behind me.”

You gave them both the look. “I swear to God—”

10:00 AM They were scattered across the living room like sick little soldiers after battle. Lyla was curled on Lando’s chest, snot crusting around her nose as she finally gave in to sleep. Sebastian lay on his side with a cold rag on his forehead, muttering something about how he was “still in control of the situation.”

You were running on caffeine and desperation, perched at the edge of the armchair, flipping through temperature logs on your phone and timing medicine gaps.

“You okay?” Lando mumbled hoarsely, watching you through tired eyes. You hesitated. “I’ve been better.”

He gave you a weak smile. “I’d kiss you, but I’d infect you.”

You snorted. “You already did.”

12:45 PM Lunchtime was a joke.

Lando tried to stand and help but ended up throwing up water in the bathroom and groaning dramatically like a Shakespearean ghost. You had to threaten Sebastian with no Mario Kart for a week just to get three spoonfuls of chicken broth into him.

Lyla wailed when you brought the soup near her mouth. She refused to even open it unless Lando was holding the spoon, which he physically couldn’t. It ended with you holding Lyla, and Lando guiding your hand to her mouth with both of yours like some sort of messed-up relay.

“Say aaaaah,” you tried.

“No!” “Please?” “Noooooo!” “Fine, then no cartoon time for the day”

Her mouth opened like magic. You almost cried.

2:30 PM Nap time.

Not for you, of course. Never for you.

Lando was finally out cold in bed, one leg dangling dramatically off the side. Sebastian had passed out with a box of tissues under one arm and a Switch on the other. Lyla was asleep on the living room floor, a stuffed bunny clutched to her chest and tear streaks still drying on her face.

You just sat. In the silence. For ten whole minutes.

Ten peaceful, quiet, blessed minutes.

Until Sebastian shouted from his dream, “Don’t touch my kart!” and startled Lyla back awake.

4:00 PM Round two.

You had to strip Lando’s shirt when he started sweating through it again. He barely fought you this time, just muttered something about “this being true love” as you threw it into the hamper.

Sebastian vomited in the hallway. “I didn’t mean to!” “I know, sweetheart. It’s okay.” “Do I still get Mario Kart?” “…We’ll talk about it.”

Lyla bit your arm during her medicine dose. Not unusual considering who her father is.

6:00 PM You finally had them clean, medicated, in fresh pajamas, and watching a movie — a miracle. Lando took your hand from where he lay on the couch.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered. “You haven’t sat all day.”

“Who has time to sit when you have three Norrises pretending they're fine but slowly dying in front of you?”

He laughed softly, rubbing your knuckles. “Seriously… thank you.” You kissed his temple. “Next time you say you’re fine… I’m duct-taping you to the bed.”

From across the room, Sebastian weakly raised his hand. “Me too?” “Yes, you too.” “And Lyla?” Lyla sneezed so hard she fell over. “Nooooooo!”

You exhaled, leaning back at last.

One long, flu-stricken day down. God help you — it probably wasn’t over yet.

But for now… they were okay.

And that was enough.

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The sun had barely crept over the buildings of Monaco, casting soft golden streaks through the glass windows of the flat. You stood barefoot in the kitchen, hoodie sleeves rolled up and hair tied messily atop your head. The faint hum of the dishwasher was a low reward for your efforts, and the strong scent of lemon-scented disinfectant lingered in the air. You'd deep cleaned every surface before anyone had even stirred. You sanitized toys, aired out bedding, wiped down door handles — anything that had been sneezed, coughed, or whined on.

You were exhausted, but the apartment felt new again — lighter somehow, fresher, like the weight of the past 48 hours had lifted a little. Even Monaco, framed through the glass windows, looked like it had taken a deep breath alongside you.

Just as you were about to sink into the couch for the first time all morning, the doorbell buzzed. You already knew the voice before the intercom clicked:

“Delivery!” came Oscar’s cheerful tone.

You grinned.

Dragging yourself to the door, you cracked it open slightly. “You,” you said with a tired smile, “are the absolute best.”

He laughed as you opened the door the rest of the way. “I figured you needed it,” he said, handing over a large brown paper bag with your favorites — fresh croissants, some fruit, and what you knew was a much-needed double-shot latte.

You clutched the bag like it was sacred. “You're a hero. Truly. Come in?”

He shook his head. “Can’t. On the way to the simulator, but I wanted to check in.”

“How’s Lando? And the others?” he asked as you leaned against the doorway, exhaustion written under your eyes but a soft smile on your lips.

You let out a sigh that carried a world of chaos. “Well… let’s see,” you began, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “I’ve been running around handling cleaning and cooking and, you know, making sure no one dies from stubbornness.”

Oscar smirked. “Sounds about right.”

“Lando keeps trying to act like he’s fine, defending Lyla during medicine hour like some sort of sick knight in a hoodie. He practically begged me not to make her drink the syrup last night — while sweating through his own shirt.”

Oscar snorted.

“And Sebastian…” You softened a little, glancing toward the hallway. “He wants to do karting. He was almost crying this morning. Said he knows he can drive even if he’s sick — ‘just not with a helmet on because it squishes his head,’” you mimicked gently in Sebastian’s voice. “So, he’s very much stuck in the flat and not happy about it.”

You paused, then added with a chuckle, “And me? Well. I’m surviving. Officially crowned Mrs. Norris and her flu-stricken family. Put it on the mailbox.”

Oscar gave you a soft look, one of genuine admiration. “You always say you’re surviving, but honestly… you’re the one keeping the wheels turning.”

You gave him a tired smile in return, warmed by the words. “Maybe. But next time they all get the flu? I’m moving out. Temporarily. Maybe to your flat.”

“Ha! Yeah, okay. You, voluntarily away from them?” he grinned. “You’d last three hours before you’re texting Lando to send you pictures of the kids in their pajamas.”

You shrugged, accepting the truth. “Alright, fine. But I will complain the whole time.”

He stepped back, giving you a two-finger salute. “Hang in there. And seriously — nap when you can. You’ve earned it.”

You raised the coffee cup like a toast. “Oscar Piastri, Patron Saint of the Overworked Mother.”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” he said over his shoulder as he walked down the corridor.

You lingered in the doorway for a moment longer, sipping your drink, letting the warmth spread through your fingers and into your chest.

The house was quiet again. Peaceful, if only for a few minutes.

You closed the door and whispered to yourself, “Alright. Round three… let’s go.”

The rest of the day unfolded in a blur of soft whines, crumpled tissues, and half-eaten meals abandoned mid-bite. Every corner of the flat held evidence of a war against the flu — juice cups only half drunk, bowls of soup pushed aside, little socks strewn across the floor like fallen soldiers.

Sebastian and Lyla had entered the “bickering phase,” where every toy, blanket, or parental glance became a battle.

“Mummy, Lyla stole my truck!”

“Nooo, mine!”

“It’s literally mine!”

You exhaled loudly from the kitchen, gently massaging your temple. “Please… one moment of peace. One.”

Lando, lying horizontal on the couch with a blanket thrown over his head like a man defeated, peeked one eye open. “Want me to mediate?”

“You fell asleep twice during Cars 2,” you shot back. “You’re barely qualified to stand.”

“I’m fine,” he said for the fourth time today — voice raspy, hair tousled, and one sock mysteriously missing. “Totally fine.”

You glanced at the coffee table, where a half-full mug of cold tea sat untouched next to a bottle of cold meds. “You sure about that?”

“Mmhm,” he said, eyes already closing again.

You didn’t push it. You just picked up another tissue from the floor and added it to the already overflowing bin.

Midday blurred into afternoon.

You dragged a basket of clothes out of the bathroom, a trail of damp towels and pajamas trailing behind you. Every time you passed a doorknob, you hit it with a disinfectant wipe. The light switches, the remotes, the handles to the fridge — all wiped in steady repetition like you were running your own personal hospital ward.

Lyla cried when she couldn’t find Bunny. Sebastian cried when Lyla touched his Mario Kart controller. Lando made a valiant attempt to make toast, only to collapse back into bed five minutes later, claiming the “world got a little spinny.”

And you… you kept going.

You’d lost count of how many times you’d reheated your coffee. You hadn’t brushed your hair since early morning, and your hoodie had a suspicious smear on the sleeve — you didn’t ask what it was. But still, you moved through the house like a quiet force, taking care of your people, checking temperatures, brushing sweaty hair from little foreheads, rubbing Lando’s back when he coughed hard enough to wince.

You were tired.

Utterly drained.

But you looked at them — at the mess, the madness, the family-shaped hurricane swirling around you — and your chest still swelled with that quiet kind of love.

You wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Not the mess. Not the noise. Not even the flu.

Because they were yours.

And all you wanted… was for them to feel better.

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Three more days.

Three more days of the same rhythm: tissues, thermometers, scattered toys, the faint beep of the washing machine in the background. You moved through the apartment with quiet determination, never stopping for long — cleaning surfaces with one hand, balancing a bottle of electrolyte solution in the other. You knew exactly how many crackers were left, how low the medicine was getting, and which blanket belonged to which feverish body.

You restocked what was needed, organized medications by time, wiped down doorknobs like it was second nature. You were the engine keeping the flat running — quiet, steady, reliable. But it was draining, and though you didn’t say a word of it out loud, your body ached with exhaustion, your eyes stung when you blinked too long, and your thoughts grew foggy from lack of sleep.

Lando noticed.

Even in his haze — buried in the couch, skin pale, lips cracked from dehydration — he watched you.

And it hurt him.

Every time he opened his eyes and saw you wiping down the remote or cleaning Lyla’s pacifier again, he felt it deep in his chest. Not the ache of the flu — but the ache of helplessness. The guilt.

He wanted to get up and take the load from your shoulders. He wanted to hold Lyla while you slept, chase Sebastian around the flat again, make you tea and tell you to lie down. But his body betrayed him. Every time he tried, the wave of nausea, of exhaustion, of weakness pulled him right back down.

Still… he silently promised himself: As soon as I can stand, I’m making it right.

And then — slowly, things began to shift.

Day Four of Illness.

It was subtle at first. But you noticed.

Lando made it to the bathroom on his own. No dizzy hands braced on the wall. No stumbling. Just… quiet steps down the hallway, and a simple, calm return to bed. He even flushed this time, a small miracle. When he laid down, he muttered, “Didn’t even gag this time.” It was ridiculous — and still made your heart squeeze.

His appetite came creeping back. He managed to finish toast without wincing, and even reached for a banana. “Don’t get too excited,” he said weakly when he caught your proud smile. “I’m still a shell of a man.”

Sebastian’s voice was still hoarse with a lingering cough, but he was no longer buried under four blankets in bed. Instead, he was camped on the couch, one leg hanging off as he watched cartoons, munching slowly on dry cereal. His eyes were brighter, not glassy anymore, and he even complained about how boring it was to be sick now.

“Can I go karting today?” he asked. You raised a brow. “Buddy… you’re still coughing.” “But I feel fast.” You laughed softly. “You’ll be fast again soon, promise.”

And Lyla — your little whirlwind — was finally playing again. Her fever had broken. She was dragging her plush animals around the living room like royalty, babbling half-words, climbing into your lap only to squirm out two seconds later. Her energy was returning in soft waves — not chaotic, but present.

And you?

You finally noticed you weren’t holding your breath anymore.

You weren’t setting alarms every few hours in the night. You didn’t have to make midnight runs to the bathroom cabinet. You no longer counted coughs or worried about temperatures spiking.

The house still held signs of the storm — the tissues, the blankets, the smell of menthol lingering in the air — but it was passing. Slowly, but surely, your family was healing.

That night, for the first time in what felt like forever, you laid down in bed and didn’t immediately feel the pressure of duty pulling you back up.

And when Lando turned over to face you, his voice was low, scratchy, but more him than it had been in days.

“You can sleep now,” he whispered, his hand gently brushing yours under the blanket. “We’re okay.”

And you believed him.

So you closed your eyes.

And slept.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

You almost thanked the heavens out loud when color returned to your family’s faces.

Sebastian was up earlier, bounding down the hallway with his usual chaotic energy, no longer curled up on the couch like a sad, blanket-wrapped burrito. He was asking about karting again, insisting he was at “90% top speed, maybe 95 if I have juice first.”

Lyla had less whines and more giggles, finally dragging her plush bunny around like a queen commanding her court. She followed Sebastian with a trail of toys and an occasional squeal of laughter, her little feet pattering like soft rain across the living room.

And Lando — God, Lando was himself again. Teasing the kids, poking Sebastian in the ribs until he laughed too hard and snorted, lifting Lyla over his shoulder with ease as she squealed “Daddy noooo!” through laughter. His eyes had lost that fever-dull glaze. His cheeks held their warmth again, his playful smile was back.

It was perfect. Finally.

You could breathe. You could wipe your forehead, toss the washcloth into the laundry, and declare — with exhausted triumph — mission accomplished. You’d nursed your flu-stricken army back to health. You'd survived the storm.

Dinner plates were no longer left half-full. No one was clutching their stomach or whining about sore limbs or sweating through pajamas at 2am. They were whole again.

And then, like cruel irony, a week later… it hit you.

It started slow. A dull ache behind your eyes. The scratch in your throat. A heaviness in your body that you desperately tried to shake off.

No, you told yourself. Not me. I’m the caregiver, the strong one, the immune one. I don’t get sick. I fix sick.

But the ache deepened. The energy drained. And by the time you found yourself in the kitchen, hunched slightly over the steaming bowl of chicken soup, elbows on the counter, face slack with fatigue — you knew.

It got you. The flu finally got you.

Your head lolled to the side as the world tilted just slightly under your feet, and you groaned, nose wrinkling. You didn’t even hear him come in, not until that familiar voice softened behind you.

“You okay, baby?”

Lando’s tone was light, but laced with immediate concern. You turned your head sluggishly and gave a small, pitiful hum.

“Think the flu is trying to attack me,” you mumbled, punctuating the sentence with a weak cough into your sleeve.

He was at your side instantly, hand brushing your lower back. You saw his face fall just slightly. Not the dramatic Lando face he gave the kids — the real one. The worried one.

“Alright,” he said firmly, “go lay down. No arguments.”

You groaned. “No. I still need to finish—”

“Nope. Don’t care. You took care of us. Now we take care of you,” he said, gently taking the spoon from your hand and setting it down. “C’mon, don’t be stubborn. You were a badass nurse. It’s my turn to suck at it.”

You gave him a sideways glance. “You’re going to be the best and worst nurse. Somehow, both at once.”

He grinned, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “Right. Now off you go. Shoo. Mama’s off duty.”

You were about to turn, maybe even argue a little more — but then, with a cheeky grin, he slapped your ass. Hard enough to make you yelp.

“NORRIS!” you barked, rubbing the spot with a soft wince.

“What?” he laughed, completely unbothered, “I’m just encouraging the patient to move along. Nurse’s orders.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, incredibly handsome.”

He winked, ushering you toward the hallway.

You dragged your feet, muttering, “A nurse does not hurt the person he’s caring for.”

“Oh come on,” he murmured, catching up to you, kissing the edge of your jaw. “It’s my favorite part of you. Don’t act like you didn’t know.”

You turned back to give him the dirtiest look you could muster — half-hearted at best — and he smirked again.

“I’ll carry you if I have to,” he said, following close behind.

From the living room, Lyla squealed in laughter and Sebastian shouted something about racing plush animals. You smiled faintly, even through the growing ache in your head. They were okay. They were whole again. That was everything.

Lando guided you toward the bedroom, one hand still gently on your hip.

“Oh, and babe?” he added, grinning, “If I nurse you back to health, I get baby number three.”

You spun slowly on your heel. “You really wanna try that while I have the flu?”

He raised both hands. “Just planting the idea. Let it simmer. Like your soup. Which I’m now in charge of, by the way.”

You laughed softly — hoarse and worn, but genuine.

He brushed your hair away from your forehead, pressed a kiss there. “Go sleep. I’ll check on the kids, do dinner. You’ve earned it.”

You nodded, curling under the blanket a few minutes later, body finally letting go.

Your husband — your teammate, your chaos, your comfort — was the biggest pain in your ass. But he was also the one always ready to carry you when you couldn’t walk.

And really, that made him the best damn nurse of all. Even if he had wandering hands.

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the-librarby · 2 months ago

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DRUNK IN DA CLUB

- SIMON RILEY (COD)

Your brother is coming home for the summer holidays and plans to crash at yours. What he didn’t warn you about, however, was the unexpected friend he decided could tag along.

Brother’s best friend au, what more is there to say. (Reader is John Mactavish’s sister)

Part II Part III

3:05 am

The slight night breeze cooled your car down as you sat in the car park of the airport. It was hot, and the airport was a continuous stream of traffic that you could not wait to get out of. You drummed your fingers against the open gap of the window as you looked out for any sign of your brother. His plane landed an hour ago but there was still no sign of him.

Usually you wouldn’t pick him up, but since he was going to be home for a longer break you thought it was the least you could do— being a good sister and all.

Your phone buzzes beside you in the dark of your car’s interior. You reach for the dial of your radio and turn down the music before answering it.

“Hey Johnny, you here yet?” You look out the window in search of him.

“M’here just got out, it’s fucking crazy in there. Where are you?” He asked.

You reach for your keys to start the car, “I’ll come to you, tell me what you’re nearest to.”

Casually you can see John standing there with his duffle bag high on his shoulder and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie. Beside him is a man you don’t recognise, he’s got a cigarette lit and a mask pulled under his chin as he smokes. You don’t think much of it as you wind down your window, and let out a low teasing wolf whistle.

“Need to get somewhere, darlin’? I got room in my car just for you,” you cackle as John’s disbelieving shake of his head.

“Shut it, it’s way too early for your shit,” there’s no heat behind it, by the smile on his face you can tell he’s pleased to see you.

You keep your hands on the wheel as he opens the boot of your car to toss his bags in. Curiously you watch the unfamiliar man follow John’s footsteps, through your rear view mirror you can see them exchange a few words as he drops the butt of his cigarette and hikes his mask back up.

Eventually John drops himself in the passenger seat while his friend carefully enters the backseat. When you look in the rear view mirror this time you can see his mask actually has a skull imprint on it, and you assume his hair is blonde by the low lights from passing headlights under his beanie.

“Gonna introduce the mysterious stranger in my backseat sometime soon?” You inquire as you pull out onto the road again.

John sinks deeply into seat, relaxation finally sinking into his bones, “‘uh? That’s Simon, I spoke about him once or twice didn’t I?”

You frown, the name rings a familiar bell, but it’s not what you care about right now. “Okay, so why is Simon in my car right now and not home on holiday?”

The unfamiliar voice makes you flinch in shock, “You didn’t tell her Johnny?” His voice rumbles.

John scratches his head trying to remember, “Did I ask if Simon could crash at yours or did I imagine that?”

“Johnny!” You exasperate, “You fucking idiot, you didn’t think to tell me that you were planning to bring a friend home over the holidays?”

“I thought I did!” He shoots back, not the least bit apologetic.

You sigh exaggeratedly, Simon is already looking at you when you glance back in the mirror, you smile to ease his stress, “Don’t worry Simon, you’re more than welcome. Even if someone, didn’t think to fucking warn me so I could set up the spare room,”

Johnny scoffs, “You never set up the spare room for me,”

“Because you never appreciate my effort, you’d sleep on the carpet and still think it was the best nights sleep you’ve ever had,”

“I cannot fucking wait to sleep.” he moans.

It’s almost 5 am when you pull into the driveway of your house. You’re exhausted as you close the door behind you, the boys grab their own bags and let you lead the way to unlock the front door. You flick the entrance lights on and kick your shoes off, John follows with ease but Simon makes an effort to be a bit more reserved as he neatly slips his shoes off.

You lead them through and open the door to the spare room on the way to the kitchen. You peak over your shoulder to look at John’s friend, “Simon, this room is all yours, okay? I’ll get some blankets soon, feel free to drop your things though,”

He nods and quietly ducks in while you and John walk into the kitchen. He drops his bags unceremoniously on your couch before stretching his arms high above his head.

“Not much of a talker is he?” You muse.

John hums, “He’ll warm up. He’s a tough nut that guy.”

You nod, turning on the kettle for a much needed drink. You turn your back, faintly hearing John collapse on the couch as you move about grabbing some cups. When you turn back around Simon is standing beside you, almost hovering.

“Jesus!” You gasp, clenching the handles of the cups harder in your fright, “You move quietly for a massive fucking man,”

John cackles from his spot on the couch, absolutely pissing himself with laughter. The slightest crinkle forms at the corners of Simon’s eyes at your reaction.

“Need a hand?” He brushes off.

You exhale deeply, “Sure, tea or coffee?”

“Tea s’fine,” he replies.

You nod, “Bags are in the top cupboard.”

You move about in comfortable silence, Simon keeps his space as he moves about trying to find where you keep everything. Upon first impression, you find him very respectful and try not to judge his reasoning behind wearing a mask and beanie indoors.

John is almost snoozing with his hoodie on and arms crossed over his chest when you call for him, “Do you want tea or not?”

He swats his hand absentmindedly, “M’sleepin’ later,”

You roll your eyes and put his mug back in the cupboard. Simon helps himself and makes his to his liking, by now his eyes are hooded with exhaustion. You make a beeline for the linen closet and take out spare blankets, without looking around you drop them on the edge of the spare bed before making your way back into the kitchen.

“Alright, spare room is all done. You can make it however you want,” you announce.

He nods, watching as you stand on the other side of the bench to make your drink. Without wanting to make it awkward you smile politely and gesture towards his drink, “Do you want to take it to your room? I’m gonna pass out in like ten minutes anyway, no point in staying out here.”

He takes your opening and thanks you before retreating back to his room. You exhale quietly once he’s out of earshot, although a polite house guest so far, his silent personality sets you on nervous edge. You remembered him earlier as John’s lieutenant who he’s always cracking jokes as you heard over your phone calls. But honestly you find it hard to imagine.

Must be one tough shell he’s got.

You shrug your shoulders and make your way across the hall to your own room. With the blinds shut, you can almost imagine it’s not sunrise as you go to sleep.

Hours later you can hear rummaging in your kitchen once again, the smell of bacon wafts in after making your stomach grumble. With a dreary moan you rise, throwing on a jumper over your shorts as you shuffle into the kitchen. John is at the stove, humming and energetic as he moves about. Although a morning person, you have no idea how he’s so alive after only a few hours sleep.

“Good morning sleepyhead!” He cheers, “Thought I’d make you breakfast for being such a caring baby sister,”

“Shove it,” you mutter, rubbing your eyes roughly with the sleeves of your jumper, “Why are you so loud?”

“He’s loud enough for the both of us,” a deep voice answers.

“Sleepyhead number two! The whole family is here,” John coos condescendingly.

Simon is standing there in casual clothes similar to last night, only this time the beanie and mask are missing. You can’t help but gawk as you take in his full face, he’s definitely blonde if the mop on top of his head is anything to go by. And he’s much more handsome than you anticipated.

When he looks over at you, you try to save yourself by smiling and waving him off, “Honestly, I don’t know how you deal with him,”

“Likewise,” he mutters, bringing the empty cup from last night to the sink.

“Hey,” John flicks the oil coated spatula at the both of you, “Don’t bond over your fond annoyance for me, I didn’t agree to that,”

You raise your eyebrow, “Not really offering anything else though are you?”

“I am slaving away at this stove for you, and this is how you treat me?”

“You’re clearing out my groceries because you’re starving don’t try to make yourself look good.” you shoot back.

John opens his mouth but then thinks better of it, you got him there. He whistles a merry tune as he turns back to the stove, you gaze over at the sink to see Simon rinsing out his cup with a faint smile on his face.

“Enjoying your stay so far?” You muse.

He looks over at you as he switches the tap off, “It’s been entertaining,”

John scoffs, “Don’t be humble, you love hearing me get told off,”

Simon hums, “It is satisfying.”

The kitchen falls into a peaceful silence, you make yourself comfortable on one of the stools at your island as you watch John move around and rummage in drawers to finish cooking breakfast. Simon stands awkwardly for a moment, as an uncomfortable house guest does. You tap the bench beside you in silent offering to sit down, he gratefully takes your invitation and pulls up a stool beside you. Even when sitting down you can tell he’s quite tall with the way his shoulders are resting inches above your own. You honestly find his stature a bit intimidating but try your best to not let it show on your face.

“How are you?” You ask, to be polite.

Simon looks down at you quizzically, like he’s trying to understand your question. You almost feel bad, when’s the last time someone asked him that?

“I’m,” he thinks, “Okay. Relieved to have a break,”

You raise your eyebrow, “You sure you signed up for a break?” You hitch your thumb in Johnny’s direction, “You know he’s gonna run you ragged right?”

He chuckles, “I know, maybe you can reign him in for me,”

You grin and lean in to whisper, he stoops down to hear you, “We’ll take turns. Joint custody?”

He looks at you and nods, small amusement shown on his face, “Deal,”

When Johnny turns around with two plates in hand, all he can see is the both of you leant in close whispering about something. He immediately cuts in with disapproving shout as he puts the plates down in front of the both of you.

“No way, I am not having this,” he states.

Simon reaches for his cup as he listens to whatever is about to unfold, you frown, “Having what?”

He gestures between the two of you “This, whatever this is. It’s too comfortable for me, where’s the space for Jesus?”

The choke you hear next to you makes you look over, Simon is bent over his cup, incredulous look on his face and taken aback.

You however, are used to this, “Don’t fucking start Johnny, we were just talking about what your plans were.”

John looks between the two of you, hands on his hips in assessment. You sigh and roll your eyes, Simon remains silent but at ease. The both of you are far too used to Johnny’s antics to fall for his intimidation tactic. You pluck one of the hashbrowns off your plate and hold it out in peace offering, he instantly breaks character and takes it.

He bites a corner off as he speaks, “We’re gonna go to the beach,”

“No we’re fuckin’ not,” Simon instantly cuts in.

You laugh at the deep contempt in his voice. John huffs, “Don’t be a baby, Si, we need to keep up the tan,”

Simon leans towards your side to whisper, “You’re it, you can take this one,”

You shake your head and smile, looking over at John who conveniently has his back turned to fix his plate.

“Not a fan of the beach?” You inquire quietly.

Simon forks at one of the eggs on his plate, “I’d rather kill myself,”

You snort, his bluntness taking you off guard. John joins you both with his plate now full, once placed on the island you speak up, “I actually just found this hidden swimming hole near my place that we could go to,”

John raises his eyebrow, “How hidden is it exactly?”

You mull it over for a moment, “It’s not deserted, people definitely know about it, but it’s still pretty quiet. It used to be a quarry, and it’s in the middle of the bush so not a lot of people make the drive.”

Both boys sit in silence for a minute, debating probably entirely different things. Simon glances at you for the corner of his eye, silent plea to seal the deal.

“I mean it’s better than the beach during peak hour? You’ll never find a spot now at this hour,” you bargain.

John sighs, “I know when I’ve been outvoted. Just didn’t think my own blood would betray me like that.”

You roll your eyes, choosing not to respond and finish your breakfast. The boys talk about people you’re not sure of, coworkers you assume. You don’t think much of it, allowing their chatter to fill the quiet of your house. It’s nice to have company, you missed having your brother home and it’s always a relief to see him in one piece.

Simon is slowly growing more on you, still hesitant and quiet but John cracks his shell a little more with each sentence he pulls out of him. You have no idea how he does it, he’s got a gift when it comes to pulling out peoples personalities.

Eventually you push yourself back from your stool and hop off, bringing any empty dishes to the sink. “Best get your things ready if you want to make your way over,” you call out from over your shoulder, “It’s still early so it should be empty over there if we want it to ourselves,”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, I call shower first,” John responds, walking over to his bag.

“Where are your manners? We have a guest,” you frown.

“Simon can suck it, I’m not sacrificing my slot for him,” he calls out as he pulls clothes out, flinging them over his shoulder to hold.

Simon raises his hands, pacifying, “I can wait,”

You point a soapy finger in Simon’s direction as you wait for the water to run warm in the sink, “Don’t let him walk all over you Simon, he’s an asshole and will take advantage,”

Simon stands, collecting the forgotten dishes on the island, “I’m well aware.”

The bathroom door closes shortly after, effectively cutting off the conversation. You turn your back and continue washing the dishes, this time you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand before two arms appear beside you to place the dishes down.

You breathe out, “Seriously, you have got to teach me how to move around so quietly,”

Simon raises an eyebrow, “Why would you need to be trained in stealth?”

You shrug, scrubbing at a plate, “Seems handy, imagine how undefeated I would be at hide and seek,”

When you look over at Simon you can see him already staring at you incredulously, “You would use trained stealth skills for hide and seek?”

“Duh?” You answer dumbly, “Have you ever snuck up on Johnny? He has the best reactions,”

“Can’t say I have.” he responds bluntly.

By the time you make it to the swimming hole the sun is high in the sky and it is fucking hot. The walk down was all downhill so you’re already dreading the walk back but you try to not think about it. You grin when you see the water and turn around to face the boys, arms outstretched.

“See? Isn’t this so much better than an overcrowded beach? We’re all alone!” You marvel.

John immediately removes his shirt, admiring the water, “Yeah okay, I’ll hand it to ya’ this is much better,”

You look over at Simon and send him a conspiratorial wink. John jogs past already beelining for the water to cool down. You place the bags down, bending over to bring the towels out.

“Need help?” Simon asks, almost looming over you.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Do you want to place the towels down? I need to find this sunscreen,” you reply.

Simon does as he’s told while you keep looking, damn sunscreen always disappears when you need it most. Eventually you find it at the bottom, when you straighten back up you see all three towels neatly laid out in a row. You smile in thanks and sit down on the nearest one.

You generously squeeze some sunscreen onto your hand before handing it over to Simon who’s now beside you, “Sunscreen?”

He shakes his head, “Don’t need,”

“What?” You frown, “Everyone needs it,”

He shrugs, “Not me,”

“Simon, put the fucking sunscreen on,” he’s being ridiculous now.

He shakes his head, pushing the bottle back into your hands. You take your chance and slap your other hand against his outstretched arm, a big white spot of sunscreen is now splattered all over his tattooed arm.

“Oh no,” you gasp, “God I’m just so clumsy, let me get that for you,” amused by your own ridiculous acting, you try not to laugh as you rub the sunscreen into his arm.

Simon looks down at you imploringly, watching you rub your hands up and down his arm. He refuses to admit that it feels nice, and looks away from you. Focusing on John who’s swimming towards the other end of the hole.

You hold your hands up, still covered in sunscreen, “Might as well do your other arm, wouldn’t want you to tan unevenly.”

Like he gives a fuck. He rolls his eyes and tilts his body, giving you access to his other arm, with a grin you spread the excess sunscreen over it. John swims towards you both, stepping out of the water now drenched head to toe. He cackles when he sees you finishing applying the sunscreen.

“Roped you into it did she?” He sympathises.

He scoffs, “I feel like a child,”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, pulling away to grab more sunscreen, “Your turn Johnny, get down here so I can get your back,”

John immediately sits down in front of you, not willing to fight you on this one. He looks over at Simon, “Should go in Si, water’s warm and empty.”

Simon grunts, watching the water for a moment. You’re busy rubbing sunscreen into your brother’s shoulders, when Simon stands, you don’t take notice until you see his shirt drop on the towel he was previously occupying. You watch over John’s shoulder as he walks towards the watering hole, broad back on display for you to stare at. Your jaw drops as you take him in, all his scars and the tattoos that crawl up his biceps and onto his chest.

“Close your mouth,” John mutters, not even looking at you.

“It’s not— fuck off,” you blush, pointedly looking away.

“You’re about as obvious a brick wall,” he looks over his shoulder at you, mischievous smile on his face.

You glare, “I’m not obvious about anything,”

He raises an eyebrow, “Oh yeah? You rub sunscreen into everyone’s arms?”

“That was taken out of context,” you defend.

John turns back, “Sure it was.”

He eventually moves to sit on the other towel beside you, watching Simon swim back towards the bank. You remove your t-shirt revealing your one-piece bathing suit. As you apply sunscreen, John leans over.

“Your birthday is coming up right?” He asks.

You hum, rubbing up and down your arm, “Yeah, in a week. You keen on coming?”

“Fuck yeah, I could go for drinks, you got any cute friends?”

Your eyes roll, “Don’t be a sleaze, I’m not cleaning up your mess.”

Just then Simon re-emerges, the chest you didn’t see before now all you can see. You absently rub sunscreen into your neck as you watch him trek back, John is talking but it’s white noise. You only zone back in when you seen Simon looking at you questioningly.

“Sorry?” You pardon.

“Simon was wondering what day your birthday was,” John supplies helpfully, smug as he does so.

“Oh!” You recover, “It’s next Friday, I’m going for drinks with a few friends. Which you’re more than welcome to tag along to,”

Simon nods walking over to his towel. John leans in to whisper, “Nice save, idiot,”

You slap his arm, cringing in embarrassment, “Fuck off, you’re not getting any of my friends now,” you hiss.

Simon pretends to not hear, draping his towel over his neck to dry any water. The swimming hole is peaceful, and hearing you and Johnny bicker oddly puts him at ease.

He’s curious about how your birthday will unfold.

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod x reader #cod fanfic #simon riley #simon riley fanfic #simon riley x you

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heyimkana · 4 months ago

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Pillow Talk (1/4)

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Sequel to Come Home to Me but can be read separately.

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo X Female Reader

Genre: Marriage AU, fluff, smut

Summary: Your husband, Sung Jinwoo, has been trying to restrain himself from touching you in the last few weeks, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable as you're dealing with the first trimester of your pregnancy. But today, his patience is running thin. He needs to be with you, in one way or another.

Content Warnings: Teeth-rotting fluff, cute family moments, and sweet, slow, passionate sex with Husband/Papa!Jinwoo (in part 2)

Word Count: 7K

Sung Jinwoo has always loved taking on treacherous dungeon raids, especially by himself. He can gain all the experience he needs to level up, gather more magic stones to build a stronger guild, and, of course, extract more shadows to join his army. But these days, as he enters a gate with a silver wedding band wrapped around his finger, he wields his daggers with a smile solely because of one reason: so you can pamper him once he gets home.

It’s not easy, you see, pretending to get hurt and act weak and sluggish all day when you’re an S-Rank Hunter famously known to be invincible. He practically is, isn’t he? With thousands of undying soldiers beneath his feet, how could anyone imagine him getting hurt? Every raid should be light work for him, which is true. Your husband could quite literally just stand there on the sidelines with both hands buried inside his coat’s pockets, smirking to himself as he imagined all the ways you could make him feel better after a supposedly long, exhausting day inside the gate (and best believe, he’d be creative with it, maybe even a bit naughty about it).

And he did, most of the time, just occasionally yawning as he watched his generals—Beru and Igris—shred the dungeon monsters to pieces. The only thing that kept him entertained during his waiting was the thought of seeing you again, of coming home to you and being welcomed with a kiss, of holding his daughter in his arms while she babbled about her “super dangerous” trip to the nearby supermarket.

Being a married man changed him, but only for the best.

Today’s raid is no different, just as tedious and time-consuming as always.

“O most noble majesty,” Beru, the former Ant King who once massacred several S-rank Hunters in a matter of seconds, kneels before his master in a deep bow, his claws clutched against his heart, one that he dedicated solely to his king. “I bring tidings of great import. The fell beast, Guardian of the Dungeon Depths, hath been vanquished in glorious combat by mine hand, thy most true and loyal servant—”

“Speak normally, or I’ll take the TV away from you.”

“Y-yes, my liege, my apologies. I hereby inform you that I have defeated the dungeon boss as you commanded. The shadow knights are now collecting the magic stones. The ants are dealing with the remaining beasts. We shall finish this raid before the sun sets low, my king.”

“Good,” Jinwoo stretches his arms over his head, his muscles taut from all the waiting. He hasn’t done a single thing since he entered the gate—aside from daydreaming about you, that is. It’s partially your fault, really, for wearing that sultry nightgown to bed last night. You were well aware that he was still too afraid to touch you ever since you discovered that you were pregnant with his second child. He could see just how uncomfortable you were dealing with your hormonal changes and your constant morning sickness. The last thing he wanted to do was to wear your body down even further by attending to his needs. And yet, you still wore that satin lace gown to bed, driving him insane with how smoothly the fabric slid across your skin, hugging your curves in all the places he’d been itching to touch. You didn’t mean to lure him in, of course; the gown was just so comfortable to sleep in, but goddammit, he wanted you so badly he had to take a bathroom trip twice to give himself some relief.

“Great work today, Beru,” Jinwoo says. “There’s only one more thing I need you to do for me.”

“Anything, my liege.”

He looks down at him, still with his hands stuck in the pockets of his black trench coat. A smirk graces his lips with a glimmer of impishness sketched over it. “I want you to hit me in the face.”

“M-m-my liege?!” Beru’s shadowy figure was drenched in all black, but even then, it was clear that he turned pale at the request. “H-how could I, Beru, your most humble servant, do such thing to your gorgeous, most absolutely divine face, my king?”

“Don’t ever say that again,” he almost shudders from the excessive compliment before a shrug follows. “You said you’d do anything for me, right? Or was that a lie?”

“I-it is not a lie, my liege, but—”

“Should I just ask Igris instead?” He huffs loudly to the air. `“I know he wouldn’t think twice if I asked him to do something for me, especially this one. It’s a dire need, after all.”

If there was one thing that could easily agitate the ant king, it was being compared to another shadow soldier. It was endearing, really—and borderline creepy—the way Beru was so possessive over him, always wanting to be the one who could impress the Shadow Monarch the most, to be the only one worthy of standing by his side. “Even so, my liege, I am not sure if I should—”

“Hit me.” Jinwoo’s patience runs thinner than usual. Is it really because he’s so touch-starved, yearning for you, that he’s grown this irritated? “Do it as hard as you can. If you hold back, I’ll never summon you again.”

Beru cowers at the thought. “No, please, my liege, have mercy. Anything but that.”

“Then, do it.”

“B-but—”

“Igris, come here—”

“I SHALL DO IT, MY LIEGE!” ***

Being pregnant is a mix of wonderful and trying times. Your first pregnancy was the perfect evidence of that, but since you managed to go through it somehow, you thought the second time would be easier, assuming that your body had learned enough from the previous experience to withstand it this time. You hoped you could recover from your morning sickness much faster this time around, but no.

It’s not any easier. It’s ten times worse. And it fucking sucks.

You’ve been throwing up more today than the amount of hours you spent sleeping through the night. No matter how often you rinse your mouth or brush your teeth, you still feel the aftertaste of your bile coating your tongue. Everyday is a long day to get through. From doing chores and caring for your daughter—who has now turned four—you haven’t gotten much chance to rest. Your mood is all over the place. Every time your toddler throws a tantrum, you’re so tempted to imitate and throw a bigger one. It’s a childish thought, you know that, but if lying around the floor with your limbs flailing around could make you feel better, you would’ve probably done it.

Your body is weary. Your daughter is still running all over the place, making a mess out of the potpourri you just placed on the coffee table to chase away the pet odor in your home. The scent only lingers faintly in the air—Mr. Whiskers never smells terrible, all thanks to the High Orcs who take turns to wash him regularly—but ever since you have a life growing inside you, your sense of smell is heightened, and nearly everything makes you nauseous. If you weren’t pregnant, you wouldn’t have been bothered by the odor at all.

Right now, you’re staring blankly at the dirty plates sitting on the sink, waiting to be washed. You don’t feel like finishing your chores. You don’t feel like doing anything at all, honestly. Whenever you feel like this, there’s only one thing that can fix your mood and boost it quickly, or rather, a person, and that is—

“Jinwoo…” You sigh out his name longingly as if it were a mantra that could magically restore the life within you. You speak it like a prayer, and perhaps it is, just wishing for your husband to come home soon so he can console you like always, giving you the warmest of back hugs before he plants comforting kisses down your neck and says—

“Yes, my love?”

Your husband’s voice reverberates right beside your ear, and you jolt, shrieking in surprise as a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around your waist from behind. Jinwoo has just appeared out of thin air—no, out of your shadow—smiling at you with one corner of his lips rising higher than the other. You can hear a peal of laughter tumbling off his lips at your reaction, his mouth brushing against the side of your neck, light and tender, with a promise of something more if he’s not careful.

“Mmm, seems like someone has been missing me all day,” he comments, visibly delighted, his husky voice vibrating right onto your sensitive skin.

You whirl around to face him, your heart still caught in your throat as you throw a playful smack on his chest. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop. doing. that?” You punctuate each word with a slap.

He chortles softly, catching your wrist with ease. Your hand appears much smaller than his, but then again, your entire body is. You're not aware of this yet, but this is one of the reasons why he’s so attracted to you. Something about you being short and tiny (compared to him, that is), your body soft and warm in his arms—it drives him crazy, shrouded him with this need to protect you, to take care of you. “Doing what?” he asks despite knowing the answer. He kisses the dip of your palm, perhaps as a token of his apology, although it doesn’t seem fairly sincere with how he’s impishly grinning at you.

“Popping out of nowhere!” You chastise with a glare. “I swear to God, Sung Jinwoo, one of these days, I’ll get a heart attack, and you’ll only have yourself to blame.”

He continues to chuckle fondly at your attitude. Placing both hands on the kitchen counter, he has your body trapped in between. Jinwoo towers over you, his body caging you in, and he still smells so wonderfully pleasant, like the perfume you bought him even after going through long hours of fighting beasts in the dungeon (your gullible self never realized that your husband was just lazing around all day during the raid, doing nothing but having questionable thoughts about you). He’s dressed rather formally today, wearing the same white button-down shirt and the black trousers you’d prepared for him this morning. You wonder if his meeting with the higher-ups went well. It’s always the most tiresome part of the day for him, even way more than all the hours he spends inside the gates.

“I’m sorry for startling you,” Jinwoo apologizes with a playful kiss on your forehead. “I just can’t help it. You look so cute when you’re surprised.”

You continue to glower at him.

“And even cuter when you’re angry,” he adds, his grin boyish and irritatingly charming. “Where’s my welcome home kiss?”

Oh, the audacity. “You don’t get any until you learn your lesson,” you grumble as you spin back toward the sink, switching on the water and snatching a dirty plate. “Thank goodness, I was just doing the dishes. Remember the last time you did this? When I was…” You continue with your scolding, bleating one line after another, but each word is brushed aside as Jinwoo takes in the sight of you, enthralled.

It warms his heart to see you like this, his love for you brimming in his chest simply from seeing you do something domestic in the heart of his home. Your delicate frame, your beauty showing so naturally without anything to cover your flaws—the sweet imperfections he adores. The sight of you dressed in one of his shirts, comforted by his scent, its fabric falling loose around your curves, your hair tied up in a messy bun with soft, baby hairs curled around your nape. If you had known he would come home so soon, you would’ve showered and made yourself more presentable for him, but Jinwoo loves you like this. This is the version of you that only he can see. You’re so unbelievably sexy in his eyes, and it just adds more gasoline to the scorching desire within him.

“Jinwoo, are you listening to me—ah!” An involuntary moan escapes you when he mouthes against your nape, his tongue pressing flat against your sensitive spot, your knees buckling at the sensation. He plants one kiss after another as he maps his way down to your shoulder, tugging on your collar just enough to reveal more of your skin. His kisses are no longer the featherlight ones he gave you before. They’re now laced heavily with lust, the thirst he’s been trying to constrain but failing every time. He tastes your skin, his teeth itching to sink in, disrupting your thoughts at once.

Your plate slips off your fingers before you grip tightly onto the sink, his hand slithering past the hem of your shirt, skating over your stomach and leaving fire at its trail. “Jinwoo, w-wait…”

“If you’re not gonna give me a kiss, Sweetheart,” he whispers, his lips grazing against the shell of your ear. “Maybe I should just steal it away.”

Before you can react, his fingers frame your jaw, forcing you to face him and claiming your lips at once. Your heart rate accelerates, his torso glued to your spine, and the second you moan into the kiss, he turns you over in his arms, his self-restraint thinning into a thread. Now fully facing him, you feel your body being pushed forward, the edge of the kitchen counter digging into your back as your husband recaptures your lips with his own, slanting them even deeper. He sighs into the kiss, pleased and relieved as if he had been on his best behavior all day and the taste of your mouth was the prize he’d been waiting for.

Taste of my mouth…?

Oh, no.

“W-wait, stop for a bit.” You place a hand on his chest, quickly ending the kiss and tossing your face to the side, embarrassed. “You shouldn’t kiss me. I taste like vomit—”

Jinwoo tugs you forward before you can end your sentence, his fingers clasping firmly against your wrist, keeping you under his control. He kisses you harder, fiercer, as if your little act of pushing him away elevated the hunger inside him. His free arm winds around your waist, guiding you closer to him until he can drown himself again in your warmth.

“Jinwoo—”

“Just one more.” He thumbs the edge of your mouth, parting your lips open for him despite you trying your best not to. A low grunt erupts from the back of his throat the second he has the chance to taste you a little bit more, his desire so insatiable that he grabs you by the back of your neck, holding your body possessively without leaving you the opportunity to escape. To him, your mouth tastes like ambrosia, and he can’t help but devour you the second he gets the chance.

“Sweet,” he moans softly against your mouth. “You taste so fucking sweet, baby.”

You almost whimper in response, your hands fisting against the front of his shirt. There’s something different about him today, this sense of urgency that takes hold of him like a vice. It makes your body ache with need, too, the need to have his mouth on you, on every place he can reach and more.

Screw it. You can get angry with him some other time. You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer to you as if you wanted to fuse your bodies into one. The sweet sounds he makes grow louder, turn a pitch higher, and when he feels your fingers tugging on the roots of his hair, he almost growls, his teeth grinding against the side of your neck.

Amidst the heavy breaths, you can hear the sound of gushing water coming from behind. Right, the tap! I haven’t turned it off. “Wait, Jin—the water—mmph—” Your husband doesn’t let you speak, doesn’t want to let another second lay to waste, not after he spent the whole day—no, the whole month—waiting to touch you like this.

It’s not until your daughter (who you both seem to have forgotten, shame on you) tugs on the edge of his coat that you break away from each other, leaving the two of you standing with your faces flushed, your hairs disheveled, and your minds reeling.

“Daddy,” she gives it another pull, her lower lip jutted out in protest. The current babysitter in charge, a High Orc with a messy braid (courtesy of your daughter) and two huge, ivory fangs protruding from the bottom of his mouth, stands gawkily behind her, feeling awkward for interrupting… whatever the hell it was that was happening between you and his master. He then notices the running water, silently turning off the tap while sending you a look.

“T-thanks,” you say to the beast, ashamed. “I was… gonna get that.”

He simply nods, and thank goodness these High Orcs can’t speak because the line, “Mm-hmm, sure,” seems to be written all over his face.

Meanwhile, your husband, the one responsible for all of this, bends forward almost immediately, scooping your daughter up in his arms. “Oh, no, Daddy forgot to say hello to his little princess, didn’t he?” She nodded in response, her cheeks all puffed out. “I’m sorry, baby girl. I got distracted for a bit, but don’t worry. You have all my attention now.”

“All of it?”

“All of it,” he promises with a smile, sweet and soft, a stark contrast to the man he was just a few seconds before. “Do you want to give Daddy a kiss?”

With a happy chirp, his daughter leaned in almost immediately, brushing her plump lips once on each of his cheeks. “Again, again,” she says, planting another kiss between his eyebrows and a peck on his nose. Both of them grin happily at each other, rubbing the tips of their noses together as her giggles fill the spaces between you. “Welcome home, Daddy.”

No matter how often he’s heard it, his heart melts just the same every time she echoes those words with her angelic voice. “Thanks, Sweetie. Hey, listen.” Still carrying his daughter in his arms, Jinwoo whirls around to have her place her attention on you. “You wanna know why I forgot to greet you today?”

“Why?”

“Because Mommy was about to cry.”

Her doe eyes widen adorably as she gasps out, “She was?”

You restrain the urge to roll your eyes as your husband continues sprouting his bullshit. “Yes, she was. You see, she missed Daddy so much todaythat she felt like crying while doing the dishes.” Now that he says it like that, you can’t help but feel abashed. That was a bit pathetic, wasn’t it? “Daddy had no choice but to go and cheer her up. Isn’t that right, Mommy?”

Your hand itches to toss him another punch. “Oh, yes, God, I was so lonely,” you mutter in your best robotic voice, sarcasm lying thickly in your voice.

“See?” Jinwoo tosses you a shameless grin, amused by your reaction. No, not just that. Happy. “Mommy could barely live without me.”

“Mm. Barely.” You land a kick to the back of his shin. Of course, that does absolutely nothing to an S-Rank Hunter like him. If anything, it only makes him want to chaff at you even harder.

Fortunately for you, your daughter doesn’t seem like she’s seen the kisses you shared with your husband—or maybe she did, but she chose not to care. “Daddy, did you get cupcakes for me?”

“No, Sweetie, I’m sorry.” Your husband gently strokes her hair, tucking a few loose strands behind her ear. “I was in a rush on my way home.”

She blinks her eyes innocently. “Why?”

“Because Daddy misses you, of course,” Jinwoo smiles warmly, affectionately, the kind of fatherly smile that you didn’t think he could display so naturally on his lips when you first started dating him. “I missed you so much, Princess. I was thinking about you all the time during the raid that I could hardly concentrate.” Well, that and how you looked in your sexy nightgown, to be exact. “I was only gone for a few hours, but I just couldn’t wait to see you again. So, the second the gate was closed, I ran straight home.”

Teleported, you grumble inwardly with a snort, even when I’ve already told him not to.

“Is that why you got a cut on your cheek? Because you were distracted?” Your daughter questions him, staggering you.

What?

You quickly turn to your husband, examining his face with your eyebrows sewn in concern. Although it’s barely visible, it’s true. There’s a cut on his cheek, a thin line of crimson on his smooth, pasty skin, like an accidental brush of a pen on paper. This kind of injury is nothing and will naturally heal within a day or two, but still, it frightens you somehow that there’s a being out there who could lay a finger on him—on someone who’s supposed to be untouchable. You were certain that he was only clearing an A-rank dungeon today. Surely, it couldn’t have been so dangerous?

“Are you okay?” You ask him softly, almost motherly, carefully holding his face as if that little cut made his body a million times more fragile. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Jinwoo bites down on his lip as your anxiety grows. Is it so bad that it’s hard for him to say? You wonder worriedly. Of course, you don't realize in the slightest that he’s only catching it between his teeth because he’s afraid that his mischievous smile will break on his lips and give his plan away. Jinwoo has been craving to be loved, touched, and spoiled endlessly by you today. With you looking this concerned, he’s already walking the path of success. He’s not going to let his little grin betray him at the last minute.

“No, nowhere else, Sweetheart,” he says with a tender smile. “Just this one on my cheek. I’m okay, though. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just a cut.” Because that was all Beru could manage to do, he continues inwardly, almost releasing a disappointed sigh. Three chances. He gave that stupid ant three chances to wound his face as best as he could without putting any defense whatsoever, and this little cut on his face was all Beru could do. To be fair, knowing his immense durability and his tremendous physical strength, landing just a scratch itselfis considered a feat, but still… Had he had a bigger bruise blooming on his face, you’d take better care of him, wouldn’t you?

You breathe out in relief at his reply but continue to press further. It’s not a matter of pain; it’s the fact that there’s somebody out there who can lay a hand on him. What happens if it gets worse? What if he comes home with a wound next time instead of a cut? No, what if he doesn’t come home at all?

“Jinwoo…” You twine your fingers around his lean ones. “Did something happen in the ga—”

“IT WAS BECAUSE OF ME, MY QUEEN!” A voice suddenly bursts into your hearing, coming from a small, shadowy figure that seeps out from beneath your husband’s collar. It’s Beru, you realize, but shaped in a different form. Instead of taking his usual humanoid figure, he’s much smaller in size, a floating head with a pair of antennae, so tiny he could fit in your daughter’s palm.

“B-Beru?”

“Yes, my queen, it is I, Beru, your faithful servant,” the shadow soldier speaks. “With the deepest regret, I must confess that I have brought harm to our king’s heavenly face. To atone for my sins, I shall accept any punishment you bestow upon me, milady.”

Your frown only deepens.“Wait, I don’t understand. What happened exactly?”

The shadow seems to fidget. “H-Half an hour ago, inside the gate, my liege requested me to—”

“Beru got distracted during the fight,” Jinwoo explains casually, cutting him off so smoothly with his smile intact. “I got this cut when I tried to save him. Isn’t that right,” he turns his head slightly to the side to face the shadow, his eyes gleaming eerily like a purple moon in a pitch-black sky, his voice turning an octave lower, “Beru?”

You can hear the shadow whimper in horror before it flies back to his collar, hiding behind the fabric. Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “Why is Beru acting weird?”

“When is he not acting weird?” Your husband responds nonchalantly. You can’t trust him when he’s smirking like this. No matter how good he looks with it, you can’t. You shouldn’t.

“I’ll put a bandaid on it, Daddy!” Your daughter chirps before jumping away from his arms, rushing to get the first aid kit. When she returns with the box, running toward her father with her little feet, Jinwoo kneels before her. His smile, his posture, the soft look on his face—everything reminds you of the prince in your daughter’s storybook, the one she’s fallen hopelessly in love with.

No wonder she loves her daddy so much, you think fondly to yourself, your heart thawing at the sight of your daughter applying a bandaid to his cheek. She looks so serious as she does it, mustering all her brain power to ensure she covers the cut perfectly. Once she’s done, she plants a kiss over it, sweet and adorable. “There, there.” She pats his cheek. “You’re all better now.”

Jinwoo’s face radiates with joy, but the bow of his lips remains sweet and tender as always. “Thank you, Princess.”

“You’re welcome, Daddy.” She pecks his nose once before she tugs on his hand. “Now, come on! Let’s have a tea party! You can be the queen, and I’ll be the princess, and Mr. Whiskers can be the king!”

“Right now?” Jinwoo chuckles, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. He has the energy to play with you all night, but having tea parties with an overexcited toddler can be quite draining indeed, especially when he has to play the role of a noblewoman—who’s married to a cat, for some reason—to keep her entertained. “Can Daddy take a shower first?”

“No! The tea will get cold if you do that!”

“All right, all right. Can I, at least, play a more masculine role this time? A prince, maybe?”

“No, we need to have a queen in the story!”

“Why can't Mommy be the queen, then?”

“Because Mommy is busy doing her chores,” you answer with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes, completely ignoring the pleading look your husband is sending you. "Remember to use your girly voice, Husband.”

Jinwoo squints his eyes at you. "Is this your payback from earlier?”

You flaunt your coquettish grin. “Maybe.”

He sighs despite his little smile threatening to crawl back to his lips. "You're lucky I love you, Sweetheart.”

“Daddy, come on!” She hops on her feet, tugging him even further toward the living room. “And you too, Orky, hurry up! You’re the maid. You need to serve us some cake!”

The High Orc releases a sigh. Tossing his messy braid over his shoulder, he retrieves his apron from the counter—one that you’d sewn yourself for him as a gift for being an exceptionally patient babysitter—and follows after their steps.

To anyone else’s eyes, the sight of South Korea’s 10th S-Rank Hunter, a fluffy yet somewhat demonic cat, a brawny High Orc, and a toddler with messy pigtails having a tea party on a tiny plastic table in your living room might be too absurd to take in, but this is just an everyday scenery in your lovely home. Even so, you’ll never take this for granted. The sense of relief of being safe and sound, the happiness of being together, the warmth that spreads right to your center…. These are the things that you pray every night to last forever.

And it is something that Sung Jinwoo protects more than the universe itself. ***

A sigh slips out of you as you slide underneath the blanket, the bed’s soft and almost heaven-like the moment you lie down. It has been an exhausting day, and you still haven’t gotten to bring much food into your system. Tomorrow will be better, you convince yourself. Hopefully, all the healthy juice and vitamins you’ve consumed throughout the day could replenish the nutrients your baby needs.

The bathroom door clicks open, shining light into an otherwise dimmed room. Steams of hot water cloud the room as your husband steps out with a towel hanging over his head. He’s dressed in nothing but his black sweatpants, his body lean and toned, still glistening with water. He’s mesmerizing as always and effortlessly so. You avert your gaze away, however, as you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of being ogled at and have him tease you about it all night—because he definitely will if he catches you drooling at the sight. He’s done that before, and he’s only eager to do it again.

Jinwoo exhales as he sits on the edge of the bed, sounding just as tired as you are. Little did you know that this was just an act to have you indulge him in more ways than one until his thirst for your affection was quenched.

You roll around to face him, lying on your side and making a pillow out of your arm. “Long day at work?”

“Just a little,” he answers. You notice how water droplets are still dripping from his hair, drenching his shoulders and… rolling down his… broad, muscular back…

You swallow, forcing yourself not to stare—not too much, at least—at how the muscles in his shoulder blades contort when he lifts his hand to rub the towel against his hair but damn it, it is getting very distracting. You can’t help it, really. It’s just been so long since you two have been intimate with each other, and that… session you had with him in the kitchen only made your longing for him a million times worse. “You do look more weary than usual. Did the bath help? I used the expensive bath salts for you.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, it was relaxing. We should’ve taken a bath together.”

“We wouldn’t have been relaxing if we bathed together.”

“Really?” He arches an eyebrow suggestively. “And why is that?”

Your voice reduces to a mumble when you reply, “You know why.”

His little smirk tells you that yes, he does know, but he just wants to see you grimacing from shame when you say it out loud. “Were you worried that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself?”

The truth was, you were worried that you wouldn’t be able to, but your husband doesn’t need to know about that. “Isn’t that exactly what happened last time?”

“Only because you didn’t ask me to behave,” he cocks his head to the side, his lips curving devilishly. “You should’ve asked me to be a good boy for you, Sweetheart. I wouldn’t have touched you if that was the case. And I always keep my promise, you know that.”

Oh, he does, all right. The same way he did during your honeymoon phase when he promised you that he wouldn't stop fucking you until the sun came out. Underestimating his stamina was the biggest mistake of your life. He had your legs trembling so badly the following day, you had to call off work.

But that’s it, isn’t it? That's exactly what you want to happen right here, right now. Jinwoo has been so considerate of your pregnancy that he decided to put a leash on himself. It’s a sweet thing for him to do, but sometimes, you just wish he’d tear it apart and set himself free. It would be nice if he could just be a little rough with you right now, not caring too much about how you feel and just focusing on what he wanted to do. But he’s not that kind of man, and that’s why you married him.

Despite his aloof, stoic demeanor and how vicious he can be during battles, he’s the most gentle lover you’ve ever been with, especially when he knows you’re not ready to deal with anything like that yet, both physically and emotionally (or so he thought). He’s truly all a woman could look for in a husband. Protective and strong. Loving. Caring. Treating you with the same amount of tenderness as he treats his own mother. But, still, a slight change wouldn’t be too bad, would it? If he could just be a little selfish in bed today, succumbing to his desire to touch you and make love to you without restraint… That would be nice, right?

“Baby, you okay?”

His deep voice startles you, dragging you out of your stupor. “Yeah, I was just, umm…” You clear your throat, heat filling your cheeks. “Your hair’s dripping. Want me to help you dry it off?”

His lips part in what seems to be surprise before he wrings them together into a smile. First mission, clear, he claims triumphantly in his head. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Of course not.” You make your way toward him, your legs sliding against the sheets before you kneel behind him, giving his shoulders a little squeeze. “You’re my husband. It makes me happy when I get to take care of you, especially when you’ve worked so hard all day.”

“Mm. Yeah. I’ve worked so hard today.”

Oblivious to the demonic cackle he’s trying to bite down, you step down from the bed, searching for the hair dryer you stored inside the drawer. Jinwoo waits in silence, leaning back with two hands propping his weight on the sheets behind him, his legs spread wide open. His eyes roam over your body, following every curve and dip, his fingers itching to just tear your nightgown away and replace every inch of satin with the softness of his kiss and the heat of his desire.

You notice the way his hooded eyes cascade to the valley between your breasts as you walk toward him, your stomach swirling at this thrilling thought of being so physically wanted. With how he chews on his bottom lip as he gazes at you, his thoughts wandering to places they shouldn’t be, he makes you feel like you’re the prettiest woman in the world, a goddess he’s so close to touch and taste, yet the heaven forbids him for it.

“My eyes are up here, Husband.”

He lets his gaze linger for one more second before they flick back to you. “I know,” he smirks, shameless. After watching you plug your hairdryer in the nearest socket, he gestures you to come close and settle yourself between his legs, his smile welcoming—no, inviting. “Come here,” he suggests with a couple of pats on his thigh.

You know what he’s asking, and God, you want to just give in and obey whatever he commands you to, but you decide to ignore him at the last second. Sitting on his lap right now when you’re nearly consumed by this aching need to be touched is just too risky. You have to be careful if you don’t want to appear so… needy.

“Sometimes I think you’re not older than five. Look at how wet your hair is.” You reprimand him playfully as you try to shake away the excess water from his hair with his towel. You let yourself move closer to him, standing between his legs, your face hovering close enough to entice him but not enough for him to feel the sweetness of your breath caressing his skin. “Did you even use your towel? You’re still soaked and—”

Your line ends shortly in a yelp when Jinwoo easily lifts your body with one arm coiled around your waist, placing you down on one of his thighs. He lets his arm linger protectively around you, making sure to keep you safe and secure on his lap. “Comfortable, Sweetheart?” He asks with a puckish grin.

No, it’s not comfortable. It’s torturous.

See, the thing is, it’s easy for you to touch him first, to reach out and kiss him and explore his mouth until he groans and has no choice but to take you. But the last time you approached him first, the last time you were so clingy, and needy, and just desperate for his touch, it boosted his ego so much that he ended up smirking every time he saw you. For the whole fucking week, that is. He didn’t even say anything when you asked him with a suspicious glare, “Why do you keep smirking at me like that?” He’d just shrug and continue to smirk even more, and it annoyed you—flustered you—terribly because the words, “Nothing, I just keep remembering how cute you looked when you were begging me the other day,” were painted vividly all over his face. You’re not going to give him that satisfaction again. Never.

If he wants to make love to you tonight, if he wants to even touch you for a bit, he’s going to have to ask for it.

But when he looks this fucking handsome with his mysterious, sapphire-like eyes, his hair wet and pushed back by your hand, his lips slightly parted as if he was waiting for yours to close the space between them… It takes you everything not to fall in his arms.

Despite all these thoughts gyrating in your head, screaming to be turned into actions, you keep yourself composed on the outside; your stare remains flat. “Do I really have to dry your hair like this? While sitting on your thigh?”

“What, I just don’t want my pregnant wife to get tired from standing too long,” he argues, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “It makes me happy when I get to take care of my wife, too, you know.” His eyes droop a little as he says the line, and fuck, fuck, he definitely just stole a glance at your lips there.

This little devil. “I know you didn’t use your towel. You’ve been plotting this whole thing right from the start.”

“Plotting is such a dramatic word,” Jinwoo replies, followed by a small laughter. “I just want my wife to spoil me for a bit.” He places a hand on your leg, his thumb rubbing against your inner thigh. It brushes against the hem of your gown as he purrs, “Is that so wrong, Sweetheart?” You watch his digit slip underneath the fabric, never going further up, aiming just to tease. “For your husband to ask his wife for some love?”

Even just that already causes you to swallow your breath. “I think I’ve loved you enough today.”

“Hmm, I don't know.” He leans close to your ear, his warm, minty breath swaying your soft strands with each word spoken. “I’m a bit greedy, after all. I might need you to pamper me all night long.”

Your head swirls under temptation but you keep yourself strong. You return the safe distance between you, placing a hand on his… bare chest. God, he needs to put on some shirt. “You could’ve just asked me to dry your hair instead of drenching the sheets.”

His little smile, the way he’s tilting his head slightly to the side, staring at you with his eyes turning all soft, lost in your own… Curse you, Sung Jinwoo. “You’re right, sorry.” He’s not sorry. He’s already planning to drench the sheets in one way or another, you can tell, and you’re excited about it. Though it won’t take long for that excitement to turn into frustration with the way he keeps touching you but not actually touching you.

Why won’t he just do it? Why won’t he just say that he misses me as much as I miss him, wants me—no, needs me as much as I need him? It would’ve saved us a lot of time if he could just kiss me right now.

What you don’t know is that, from his side, your husband isn’t really seeking a chance to make love to you tonight. He wants to—God, only heaven knows just how much he wants to devour you right now—but he won’t force you to do something so physically straining when you already look so weary. Still, he needs to touch you today, to explore you, to taste you, or otherwise, he’ll just lose his mind. He doesn’t even care if he gets no relief himself. He just needs to be with you in that way, but being the little shit that he is, he wants to tease you about it. After all, what makes your sex life so fun and adventurous is this little game you always play, seeing who’s going to yield to their desire first, and start begging the other for mercy.

So far, Jinwoo is winning, but that doesn’t mean you can’t turn the tides. “Come on. Let’s dry your hair.”

“Mm.” Jinwoo lowers his head (yes, even when you’re sitting on his thigh; he’s still taller than you), cutely nuzzling his face against the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “I’ll be in your care, Noona.”

N-Noona?! Your face catches on fire. Turning the tides has never been so difficult. It’s been years since he last called you that way that you’ve forgotten just how easily he could make your heartbeat soar with merely a single word. You’re only a year older than him, which is not a big deal, but he surely takes it to his advantage—an effective way to cause your stomach to flip with every call.

“Hmm? What’s wrong, Noona?”

Stay calm, stay calm. “Nothing.” Exhaling a bit too harshly, you switch on your hairdryer and draw it closer to his hair, your fingers carding through the locks, sometimes ruffling them. He smiles to himself, looking all pleased and giddy—well, as giddy as someone as cool as Sung Jinwoo could be. Seeing how he leans further into your touch, silently pleading for another touch the same way a little boy would ask for praise, you can’t help but feel your heart flutter at the sight. How can a 190cm tall, muscular S-Rank Hunter—the Lord of the Undead himself—be so adorable?

“You’re like a dog,” you comment with a hint of mirth in your voice, “wanting to be petted.”

Jinwoo responds by playfully trying to bite your hand, clamping his teeth together, his pointy fangs bared. And you wish he had. You wish he’d sink his teeth into your skin, leaving marks on you again after so long. He always does that in bed, doesn’t he? Leaving love bites all over your neck, his teeth grinding against your shoulder as he drove himself in and out of you. It was as if he wanted to remind you again and again that you were his, only his, to give himself the satisfaction of knowing that he was the only man who you’d allow to do whatever he wanted with your body.

And when he gets rough… When he turns feral in bed because you just rile him up so much… When he flips you over to your stomach, one hand binding both of your wrists together before he presses his weight onto you—

“You’re stopping again,” Jinwoo says with a coy smile. “What are you thinking about, Sweetheart?”

You, fucking me from behind. “N-nothing.” You work your hand; your movement’s no longer as poised.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing,” he simpers.

“Oh, shut up. I’m just thinking about…” Think quickly, think quickly, think quickly. “Your hair.”

"What about it?”

“It’s just… really soft. Surprisingly soft.” It amazes you how you manage to keep yourself composed with those filthy thoughts raging like a storm in your head. You continue to ruffle his hair, shaking the water away. “Fluffy, even.”

��You say that as if you’d never touched my hair before,” he titters softly. His eyes then flick back to yours, the blue in them sketched thickly with the desire he’s been trying to rein in. “When you’ve done so much more than that.”

You don’t know what drives you to do it—perhaps it’s some kind of reflex as the sultry nights you’d spent with his head trapped between your legs comes to your recollection—but you yank on his strands, and he lets out this low, deep groan from the back of his throat, his gaze turning dark and heavy when he warns, “Careful, Sweetheart.”

He’s not reminding you to be gentle, not at all. He’s warning you not to push his buttons more than you already do. He’s already suffering as it is, trying to hold himself back from having his way with you, and you tugging on his roots like this, reminding him of all those times when you were pleading for him to thrust his tongue deep inside your core, is not helping.

“Then, don’t make it weird,” you reciprocate with a little pinch on his nose. After combing your fingers through his hair one last time, you switch off the hairdryer. “Done. You’re all dry now.” You return to your feet, itching to get away from him before you’re swallowed by the urge to yank his hair back again and latch your mouth against his throat. “Let me tidy this up first and—”

Your sentence ends in a short gasp when his arms tangle around your waist once more, and the next time you blink, you find yourself pinned down to the bed, his knee placed just between your thighs, dangerously close to your core. His face hovers just above yours, his lips twitching into a smirk as he gazes down at you with a hint of naughtiness in his eyes.

“Thank you,” he says, leaning in until the tips of your noses are mere millimeters away from brushing against each other. “Making my favorite food for dinner. Preparing my bath and drying my hair. You’ve been so good to me today.” With your chin trapped between lean fingers, he angles your head to the side, his breath fanning the skin below your ear. “I think my sweet girl deserves a little reward.” His voice is beyond seductive, awakening all the butterflies inside you. “Tell me what you want, baby. Let me take care of you this time.”

You grip the sheets underneath you, your heart thumping in anticipation. “I can ask for... anything?”

He chuckles, the sound low and tantalizing, his nose probing against the pulsating vein on your neck. “Anything.”

You swallow thickly, a thousand different wishes bursting into your head at once.

“T-then… I want you to…” ***

Continue to Part 2

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kunasthiast · 4 months ago

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pain scale

“so, on a scale of 1 to 10 – 1 being the lowest, obvs – how much did this hurt?” you pointed at your husband’s forehead tattoo. and honestly? It’s one of your favorites on the canvas of his greek god body.

still reading his book – the brothers karamazov (yes, he’s that guy) – sukuna answered with his signature arrogant tone, “tch, easy 2.”

“babe, are you sure?” you squinted at him. “or are just remembering the wrong pain?”

“why wouldn’t I be? this is MY tattoo, brat,” sukuna scoffed, barely glancing up from his book. “and I’ve got a really high pain tolerance – unlike someone else.”

“you’re full of shit,” you puffed out your cheeks in protest, “well, I’ll prove you wrong one of these days.”

“yeah?” he snorted, finally putting the book down on his bedside table. Sliding his reading glasses (yes, he has reading glasses) to the top of his head, he turned to face you with a smug grin.

ignoring his smugness, you pointed at those thick, black bands wrapped around his wrists, “ok, so what about this one?”

you actually loved this tattoo on him – it was giving that geometric-tribal-looking, bold vibe. but every time you ask him about its meaning, his answer was always the same: “I dunno, I just liked it on me”

he held out his wrists proudly, “easy 2.”

“this?!” you grabbed his right wrist like you were that offended on behalf of his skin with how low he is scaling the pain on his tattoos. “this is a 2?”

“yeah, with emphasis on easy,” he confirmed, crossing his arms like he’d just won a gold medal for being the toughest guy on earth.

“you’re insane,” you said as you stared at him like he’d grown two heads (more like arms), “are you even human?”

“i told ya,” sukuna shrugged. “pain’s a choice, babe.”

“i know, but what the fuck? that’s like… right by your veins! youuur bones!”

“and?” he blinked at you, deadpan.

“you could’ve died?!”

“well, I’m still here, aren’t I?” he shot you that irritatingly smug grin. “now tell me… why are you suddenly so curious?”

“…nothing,” you muttered.

“oh c’mon,” sukuna was grinning wider now, scooting closer to your side of the bed, “what is it, baby? wanna tell daddy what you’re planning?”

“hmm…” you tapped your chin dramatically before leaning on his broad shoulders. “lemme think about it… nope.”

“you’re really gonna play this game?” he narrowed his eyes.

you giggled and before you could escape, your husband tackled you onto the bed, pinning you beneath him as his warm laughter filled the room.

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a few days later, you came home from a girls' day out with your best friend — tired, giddy, and sporting a suspiciously wrapped patch of second skin on your left wrist.

you tried to be sneaky, casually sliding your hand into your hoodie pocket the moment you stepped inside, but sukuna wasn’t stupid. he noticed you right away. he always does.

“what’s that?” he drawled from the couch, eyes narrowing.

“what’s what?” you shot back, feigning innocence.

“that.” his gaze flicked to your suspiciously hidden wrist.

“… nothing.”

“spit it out, babe,” he warned, closing and setting his book down on the couch — the brothers karamazov, because of course he was still reading that — and standing up.

before you could escape, sukuna had you cornered against the wall, tugging your wrist free like he was unwrapping a Christmas present.

“wait, wait, wait!” you squeaked like a little mouse, but it was too late.

he peeled back your sleeve, revealing the fresh tattoo peeking out from under the second skin.

for a moment, sukuna just… stared. his face didn’t change, but his fingers ghosted over the fresh ink like he wasn’t sure if it was just a pen drawing or sticker or a real one. his thumb traced the crimson marking – it’s a mini replica of his forehead tattoo.

and you swore, there was a flicker of something in his eyes. surprise? softness? maybe a little bit of both!

then… he laughed. loud, smug, and way too pleased with himself.

“oh my god,” he barked between chuckles. “you really got it?”

“yeah,” you grumbled. “and don’t laugh — this shit hurt. don’t ‘easy 2’ me, that was a solid 8, maybe 9. felt like someone was carving my bones.”

“pfft,” sukuna scoffed. “it’s just a thousand ants biting you at once. that’s nothing.”

“oh, really?” you shot back. “then I hope you enjoy sleeping on the couch tonight.”

that wiped the smirk off his face for about three seconds before he grinned again — that obnoxious, smug grin that you really love and made you want to throw something at the same time.

“i told you I had a high pain tolerance,” he said smugly.

“you’re a liar,” you muttered. “there’s no way that was a 2.”

“well, now you’ve got my mark and a war story to tell,” sukuna teased, stepping closer. “guess that means you’re stuck with me forever now.”

“pfft,” you scoffed, folding your arms. “I was stuck with you before the tattoo, dumbass.”

“oh yeah?” his voice dropped lower as he leaned in. “then tell me... was it worth it?”

you opened your mouth for a snarky reply, but before you could speak, sukuna grabbed your wrist again — this time pressing his lips firmly to the fresh ink. his mouth lingered there, warm and deliberate, before he murmured:

“looks good on you.”

and damn it, even after 5 years of being married to this arrogant bastard, you’re still blushing.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna #sukuna x you #jjk sukuna #jjk x you #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna fluff #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #husband sukuna #jjk fluff

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snail-day · 2 months ago

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TW: Brief spanking, MDNI, mostly fluff.

Suguru will literally accept anything you hand him while he’s on the phone. Suguru puts up with a lot. The man was created with patience.

A jar you can’t quite open. He’s mid-conversation, sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms, phone tucked between his shoulder and ear, and without so much as a glance your way, he pops the lid with one effortless twist. Passes it back with a distracted, “Here you go, love,” like your needs are as easy to solve as breathing.

But of course, you’re not done there. If you married the man, might as well torment him a little.

Your poor Suguru, with that low-lidded violet gaze and patient smile he offers when the call’s been going on too long, pacing barefoot through the house. He’s a pacer, of course. Talking about business with what’s definitely not a cult.

So you start testing him. Little things at first.

You hand him one of the girls’ stuffed animals left behind before school. He tucks it under his arm without hesitation, thumb stroking over the little fabric ear, torn at the edges, as he keeps talking, voice soft, footsteps loud against the wood floor.

Then a sock, which he deposits in the laundry room without missing a beat.

Then a spoon. This time, he raises a brow. Lets out a soft, almost amused tsk before dropping it in the kitchen sink with a quiet clink.

Suguru’s nothing if not thorough.

And every time he returns, his eyes flicker toward you. Curious. Playful. A little dangerous. Waiting to see just how far you’ll go before he breaks character.

The next item was a bit more out of pocket. The rock. A smooth little thing you found by the garden. Completely useless.

“Hold this for me?” you ask, eyes bright with mischief, placing it into his palm.

Suguru glances down at the object, then up at you - his smile slow, curling at the edges. “A rock, love?”

You nod sweetly. He takes it with a chuckle, returning to his call. Cradles it in his large palm. Rolls it once between his calloused fingers, gives it a small toss, then tucks it into the pocket of his sweats that hang low on his waist.

You can hardly hold in your giggle. Because now, well, you have to get more bold.

You hand him your panties. Still warm and soft from the heat of your skin. No warning, no explanation - just folded neatly and passed to him like you’re handing off a napkin.

This time, he pauses.

Suguru’s dark, thin brows raise a fraction, a knowing tilt to his mouth. He hooks the lace on one long finger, gives you that look - head tilted, eyes dark, heat blooming behind them.

Still, he says nothing. Just returns to his call, spinning your panties lazily around his finger like it’s any other object you’ve handed him.

You’re proud of yourself, honestly. Until you push one step further.

The note is folded tight, corners creased from how long you’ve been hiding it. You pass it over wordlessly, pretending to busy yourself while watching from the corner of your eye.

Suguru opens it and reads aloud slowly in a soft whisper.

"Help. I’ve been kidnapped. My name is - "

He doesn’t finish. Doesn’t need to. His thumb stills on the corner of the paper. The smile that pulls at his lips is slow, dangerous. The kind that makes heat curl low in your belly.

You don’t hear him end the call. Just the quiet click of his phone being set down.

“Love,” Suguru drawls, stepping into your space, “you wouldn’t be trying to embarrass me, would you?”

Your breath catches. Barely able to meet his eyes without his fingers tilting your face to meet his.

“No,” you lie, all innocence.

Suguru tsks softly, and suddenly his hand is on your lower back, guiding you gently, so gently, toward the couch.

“You know I don’t mind holding your things. Your rock. Your panties,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “But I draw the line at bratty behaviors. If you wanted attention, you could've just asked.”

You yelp when he bends you over his lap, your squeal swallowed by the warm slide of his palm under his, sorry, your shirt.

“And now,” he hums, voice amused and low as the first firm smack lands on your bare ass, “you’re going to say thank you.”

Another slap, just enough to sting. Red blossoming.

“Thank you,” you breathe, already flustered.

He hums, pleased, smoothing his hand down your spine. “For?”

“For… holding my rock?”

“And?” Another spank.

You squirm. “...My panties.”

“Mmm.” He bends close, presses his lips to the back of your neck with a feline smile you can feel. “Good girl.”

His hand glides over your rear, tracing the swell of his handprints. You're silly to think he'd be gentle over such cheeky behaviors.

“And next time you write me a note?” he whispers, just before nipping at your ear, “Make it a love letter, yeah? That way I can let everyone know how much you love me.”

#This also goes for nanami as well #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #Suguru geto #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #jjk x reader

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my-castles-crumbling · 6 months ago

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based on @waytootiredforthistoo 's post - background jegulus

"Even for your four, this is a new low," Minerva ranted, blood boiling as she stared down at her four favorite students, who were all seated in chairs in her office, looking less-than-contrite. "Breaking in to the Slytherin Common Room in the middle of the night? Sticking every single student to their bed?"

"We don't discriminate," Sirius Black nodded, sending her a grin. "Though James's boyfriend will be a bit mad."

"Oi! Shut up about Re-"

"Boys!" Minerva interrupted, trying not to laugh. "This is unacceptable. I have to take fifty points from Gryffindor!"

All four Seventh-Years paused, staring at her. "Fifty?" Remus Lupin asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Each!" Minerva nearly-screeched. "And detention every night for a week!"

"So that's two hundred points total," James Potter said sadly.

"Yes," Minerva nodded, trying not to feel too badly. "So if you-"

"Can you make it three?" Sirius asked, interrupting.

She blinked, quite sure she'd heard incorrectly. "I- what?"

"It's just, we're trying to set a record," Remus explained calmly, eyes wide. "We need to beat two hundred and fifty."

Minerva's heart began beating erratically. No. Surely they hadn't found out-

"We recently came across this, you see," James continued, grinning and pulling a paper from his pocket. "Peter, here, had a detention where he had to rewrite some old detention cards. And look at this one!"

Hand shaking slightly, Minerva looked at the card. On it, written in a scrawl, were the words:

Minerva McGonagall, sixth year, Gryffindor, a month's detention and a loss of 250 points for hexing all of the Slytherin team's brooms. (Most points lost in a single day.)

Sighing, Minerva tried to school her expression before she looked back at the four boys. But she knew it was far too late to do anything about this. The secret was out.

"You're our biggest role model, Professor," Peter said sincerely, an awed look on his face. "A record of the most lost points in a day? We just want to beat your record."

"Yes. Oh, well. We'll have to try even harder next time," James smirked, taking the card back from her loose grasp.

It was at that moment that Minerva McGonagall new she was absolutely fucked.

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gojodickbig · 11 days ago

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MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!!

imagine nanami fucking you into a library.

you knew what you were doing when you leaned across the table like that—your blouse riding up just enough, the slow stretch of your spine as you reached for a book you didn’t need. you could feel his gaze burn through you the moment your skirt slid up the backs of your thighs.

nanami had been patient all day. tolerant, even. he’d offered to help you study, had sat beside you for hours while you highlighted your notes and asked the occasional question, and he hadn’t said a word about the way you were squirming in your seat or how your fingers kept brushing his thigh like it was an accident.

but now, in the quietest corner of the campus library, surrounded by shelves stacked with books no one had touched in years, he finally broke.

“kento?” you asked innocently, still bent slightly, glancing back at him.

his jaw ticked.

he stood slowly, tucked his hands in his pockets like he was trying to maintain composure, and walked around the table until he stood directly behind you.

“i know what you’re doing,” he said softly, voice low and even—but tense, simmering.

your stomach flipped.

“what am i doing?” you asked, breathless.

he stepped closer, his chest brushing your back. “you’ve been pushing me all afternoon,” he murmured. “acting like you don’t know how short your skirt is. pretending you’re not soaking through your panties while you sit there squirming in front of me.”

you swallowed hard, pulse fluttering.

“kento…”

that was all it took.

he exhaled sharply—then guided you with both hands until your chest was pressed against the tall, shadowed shelf in front of you. no one would see you here. maybe no one would even hear. but the risk was enough to make your skin prickle with heat.

his hands smoothed up your thighs, then under your skirt, slow and deliberate.

“you really have no shame,” he murmured, tone shifting—still calm, but deeper. “you’ve been acting like a tease all day, and now you want to play innocent?”

you opened your mouth to answer, but the words vanished when his hand slid between your legs. his fingers brushed your panties—already wet—and he sighed quietly, pressing his forehead to the back of your neck.

“of course,” he muttered, fingers rubbing lightly over the soaked fabric. “you’re soaked. just from this.”

you whimpered softly, grinding down into his touch without meaning to.

“please,” you whispered, turning your head just enough for your lips to brush his cheek. “touch me properly.”

he grunted softly, almost like the request pained him.

“keep your voice down,” he said. “unless you want someone to come looking.”

then he hooked your panties to the side and slid two fingers into you in one smooth motion.

you gasped—high, sharp, and involuntary—then bit down on your fist to muffle it. his fingers filled you just right, knuckle-deep and slow at first, the pads of them gliding against your slick walls as he fucked them in and out of you with steady control.

“kento—fuck,” you breathed, hips rolling back to meet each thrust. “fuck. fuck. don’t stop.”

his other hand splayed across your lower back, holding you in place while his fingers curled just right—brushing your sweet spot again and again until your legs started to shake.

“good girl,” he murmured, lips at your temple. “just like that. you feel how tight you’re getting around my fingers? already so close…”

you moaned into your hand, trying not to fall apart too fast, but the rhythm he set was impossible to resist—each movement calculated, focused, dragging you higher until you were gripping the edge of the shelf with trembling fingers.

“kento—i’m—” you whispered, barely audible.

he only sped up, fingers stroking deep and fast now, thumb finding your clit with practiced precision.

“come for me,” he said, voice low and urgent. “i want to feel you fall apart on my fingers.”

you did—your whole body tensing, walls fluttering around him as a wave of heat spread through your core. you tried to stay quiet, you really did, but a broken moan still slipped past your lips as you came, your knees almost buckling under you.

“fuck—kento—”

he groaned softly, pressing his body to yours to keep you upright. “that’s it,” he murmured. “just like that. so fucking perfect.”

he slowed his fingers, dragging them out of you inch by inch, coated in your slick.

“look at this mess,” he muttered, dragging them up to your clit again—rubbing lazy circles until your hips twitched with overstimulation. “so wet, and i haven’t even fucked you yet.”

he pulled his fingers from your clit, and you shivered at the sudden absence.

he licked the taste of you from his fingers with a soft groan, then leaned in to kiss the side of your neck.

“you know i try to be patient with you,” he said, keeping kissing and licking down your neck to back up your jaw. “but you make it very difficult.”

your stomach flinched at the weight of his voice — low, steady, threaded with restraint. you swallowed, pulse fluttering, and drew in a shaky breath.

“ken—” you whispered, barely able to get his name out.

but before any words could leave your mouth, he interrupted you.

“i should make you wait, sweetheart,” he murmured, pulling your hips back, positioning you just right. “make you beg properly. but i don’t think you’d last.”

you turned your head just enough to see the fire in his eyes—his expression tight with restraint, pupils blown wide with hunger. then your breath caught as he unbuckled his belt with one hand, his other still holding your hip steady.

he pulled his cock free—thick, flushed, already hard—and stroked it once, watching the way your body responded with a soft shudder.

“please,” you whispered again, voice trembling. “please, ken… i need you.”

“hold on to the shelf,” he said, voice rougher now. “and don’t let go.”

you obeyed without thinking.

then he slid into you with one slow, deep stroke—stretching you open, filling you completely.

you bit down hard on your lip to stop the sound that almost escaped your throat.

“fuck,” he hissed. “you feel… incredible.”

he held still for a moment, buried deep, letting you adjust while his hand slipped beneath your blouse to cup your breast—squeezing gently, thumb brushing over your nipple.

“you’re perfect like this,” he said softly. “bent over, full of me, trying so hard to stay quiet.”

then he started to move.

his hips rolled into you slow and deep at first, setting a punishing rhythm not in speed, but in how precisely he angled each thrust—like he was trying to memorize every sound you made, every twitch of your body, every clench around his cock.

“fuck, honey,” he murmured, “i can feel how desperate you are. this pussy is so tight i can barely fucking think.”

your whole body tensed, your fingers digging into the shelf.

your mouth dropped open, small breathy moans escaping with each stroke. “kento… fuck, right there—don’t stop…”

his fingers tightened on your hip. “you’re not even trying to be quiet anymore,” he muttered, thrusts growing harder. “you want someone to hear you, don’t you? you want them to know i’m fucking you senseless in the stacks.”

you let out a choked whimper, too far gone to deny it.

his rhythm turned brutal—perfect, angled just right to make your thighs tremble, your pussy clenching around him with every thrust.

“you hear that?” he growled, the slick sound of him moving inside you filling the silence. “that’s how wet you are. you’re soaking my cock, sweetheart.”

“kento—i’m gonna—” you gasped, voice high and shaking.

“again?” he said with a soft, stunned laugh. “greedy little thing.”

he reached around and began circling your clit with two fingers, fast and slick and perfect.

“come for me,” he whispered. “be good and let go, sweetheart.”

it hit you hard—your whole body tightening, mouth open in a silent cry as the orgasm tore through you, your walls fluttering wildly around him.

“god—kento—”

“that’s it,” he growled, hips stuttering. “so beautiful when you come.”

he didn’t last much longer. your pulsing heat around him, the little sounds you made trying to muffle your moans, the aftershocks that made your thighs tremble—it pushed him over the edge.

he thrust into you deep one last time, groaning low in your ear as he came hard, cock twitching inside you as he spilled into you with a growl of your name.

he stayed like that for a tiny moment—forehead resting against your shoulder, breath warm against your neck, his hands smoothing gently over your hips like he was grounding himself.

then he slowly pulled out and helped you straighten, carefully tugging your panties back into place and smoothing down your skirt with that same practiced tenderness he always showed you after.

you looked up at him, cheeks flushed, lips parted.

“you weren’t exactly quiet either,” you whispered, teasing.

he chuckled under his breath, gently tucking himself back into his slacks. “you provoked me,” he said, smoothing his shirt back down. “i lost control. that rarely happens.”

you smiled, dizzy and full and satisfied. “good. i like when you lose control.”

he adjusted your blouse, brushing your hair gently out of your eyes. “then i’ll have to be careful,” he said with a quiet smile. “because if you do that again…”

you tilted your head, biting your lip. “you’ll what?”

his smile didn’t change, but the look in his eyes shifted.

“i won’t be so gentle next time.”

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art-by-jas · 2 months ago

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Pretty Girl (AO3) Tags: Established Relationship, Sexting, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Pussy Drunk!Robby, Dirty Talk (And I mean waaaay too much talking probably), PINV SEX, Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Coming Inside, Kissing, Spit Kink A/N: If this is garbage, I'm sorry, I wrote this basically in one sitting, and I haven't done anything else in this time. Also, I'm considering opening a KOFI, but I don't know. WC: 3.7k

Today is your day off; you didn't have to remind him that you're not two steps behind him, eager to learn. The absence of your presence and vibrant personality created a noticeable void in the emergency department. The fluorescent lights seemed dimmer without your laughter echoing down the hall. Thankfully, the constant flow of patients makes the twelve-hour shift pass quickly.

But that's not to say he wasn't texting with you every free moment he could; the man is absolutely, hopelessly whipped. The two of you would talk about everything imaginable, flowing effortlessly from debating your favorite takeout spots (he insisted that little Thai place on 4th had the best pad thai while you defended your beloved taco truck) to making plans for next Saturday when Robby has off and eagerly wants to whisk you away to his secluded cabin by the lake.

His heart would flutter with each notification, fingers trembling slightly as he rushed to respond. The soft, tender texts eventually ventured into spicier territory. You boldly started it by confessing how desperately you missed his hands on your skin. How you missed those gorgeous brown eyes of his, the way they looked up at you, dark with lust, from between your thighs as he tongued your pussy, making your back arch and your toes curl.

His eyes widen as he quickly looks around. His scrubs suddenly feel tight in the staff lounge. He shifts a bit and pulls his phone onto his lap to hide his growing excitement. His ears are slightly burning as he responds.

Christ, are you trying to get me into trouble at work?

He anxiously glances over his shoulder, checking if he’s the only one in the lounge before exhaling shakily. He can practically see you smirking on the other side of the phone, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you shoot back a response.

Sorry, not sorry. 😇

He rolls his eyes but can’t help the small smile. He quickly types back.

You little brat. I ought to put you over my knee and spank that little ass red.

A jolt of arousal shoots through him as he rereads his text. He shakes his head, trying to clear the vivid image that pops into his mind. He didn’t need to think about that right now, not when he had patients to attend to and paperwork to fill out. But you, on the other hand, seemed to be relishing the effect you had on him. Your response comes swiftly.

Is that a promise?

Before he can respond, you send a picture. He inhales sharply, nearly dropping his phone as he sees the picture. His mind goes blissfully blank for a few moments. There you are, wearing his old college shirt, riding up show your stomach and the underwear set he bought you, looking all innocent with those damn bedroom eyes. The sight is absolutely sinful. His thumbs fumble as he tries to form a coherent text. A few seconds later, another text pops up after your picture.

Only an hour left of your shift. Good luck, see you soon, honey.

He stares at the screen for a long moment, his mind racing. A low groan escapes his lips before he can stop it. Damn it, he curses inwardly. How the hell is he supposed to concentrate now? He shoves his phone into his back pocket, grumbling to himself. He stands up and tries to compose himself, but the image of you in his shirt is seared into his mind. He adjusts his scrubs once more, hoping it will do something to disguise his arousal.

"Get it together," he mutters to himself. With a final, shaky exhale, he pushes through the door and back onto the floor.

The rest of his shift passed in a torturous blur of patients, charts, and increasingly obscene fantasies. By the end, he was a tightly coiled bundle of tension, ready to explode. He practically sprints to his car, barely remembering to say goodbye to Jack. He knows Dana and Jack probably shared a skeptical look as they judged Robby running out of the locker room after grabbing his things. He’ll probably have to explain to Jack later, but he didn’t give a fuck at the moment.

As he drives, he can’t help but picture you waiting for him, just as eager and impatient as he is. By the time he arrives at his apartment, he’s practically trembling with anticipation. He fumbles with his keys, his fingers trembling slightly as he unlocks the door. He steps inside.

"Baby?" he calls out, his voice raspy with arousal. His eyes dart around the apartment, searching for you. He hears your voice from the direction of the bedroom, and his heart rate spikes, blood pounding in his ears. He crosses the living room quickly, almost jogging to the bedroom door.

When he pushes it open, his breath catches in his throat. You're sprawled out on the bed, still wearing his old college shirt and the panties underneath. The sight of you there, waiting for him, is almost too much for him to bear. He stands there for a moment, drinking in the sight of you. His mind goes blank as he takes in the way the fabric of the shirt clings to your curves and the way your legs are slightly parted, invitingly. He swallows thickly, his mind going fuzzy with desire.

"You are absolutely trying to kill me," he says, his voice hoarse with need. He moves towards you, his body on autopilot. He kneels on the bed, crawling towards you like a man possessed. His hands roam over your thighs, moving up to the hem of the shirt.

"This damn shirt," he mutters, his voice low and rough. "You don't know what you do to me when you wear it."

His eyes darken with arousal as his hands slip under the shirt, touching your bare skin. His touch is possessive, almost desperate. He moves up your body, his fingers trailing over your ribcage. His lips find the hollow of your throat, pressing feather-light kisses along the sensitive skin there.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice rough and strained. "You're so beautiful. So perfect."

His hand cups your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple through the fabric of the shirt. He can feel the way it hardens under his touch, and he groans softly. "I've been wanting you all day. Can't stop thinking about you, baby. About this." His hand slips lower, his fingers brushing over your hip bone. He wants to touch every inch of you, to mark you as his.

His words send a shiver down your spine, the desire in his voice clear. Your body responds eagerly to his touch, arching slightly under his hand.

"Robby," you gasp, your voice thick with want. "I need you. Now."

He growls softly in response, his hand gripping your hip tightly. He kisses you deeply, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his hand continues to roam over your body. He kisses you deeply, his tongue dancing with yours. Then he breaks away, his lips moving to your jawline. Each kiss is eager and urgent, his breath hot against your skin. His beard feels amazing gliding along your skin.

You arch under him, your fingers digging into his shoulders desperately. "Please," you gasp. "Please, Robby.”

He kisses his way down your body, worshiping every inch of you. His lips trace a path down your neck to your collarbone, then lower, to your chest. His fingers push the shirt up, baring your breasts to his gaze. His breathing is ragged as he leans down. You feel his tongue flick over the sensitive bud, teasingly, before he sucks it into his mouth.

He leans back, reluctantly pulling away from your nipple. He quickly yanks off his shirt, the fabric landing on the floor by the bed. His body is revealed to you, his chest bare and his stomach soft and supple. You can't help but reach out, running your fingers across his skin. Running up from his happy trail over his stomach up through the light dusting of chest hair. He returns to his ministrations, scattering kisses across your chest, your stomach, and your hip bones. He looks up at you from between your spread legs.

Then he hears your words, and his brain practically short-circuits.

"Christ," he growls, his eyes wide, "You touched yourself while I was at work?"

You can feel the possessive heat radiating off of him, the lust in his gaze nearly palpable. He leans down between your legs, his mouth hovering over your core. You feel his breath, hot against your sensitive skin, as he speaks.

"Tell me," he says, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me how you touched yourself while I was gone."

You take a deep breath, your cheeks coloring at the memory.

"I -" you start, but your voice is shaky. "I was thinking about you. Your hands. Your mouth."

His eyes darken even more as you continue.

"My tongue," he repeats softly, his gaze fixed on you. "You thought about my tongue, baby? On that pretty pussy of yours?"

He pauses, letting the words sink in.

"I want to hear every detail."

You feel your cheeks heating up again, but you can't help it. The way he's looking at you.

"Yes," you admit softly. "I was thinking about your tongue. Licking and teasing me, making me come."

He groans at your words, his fingers digging into your thighs as he imagines it. His head lowers down, his mouth hovering over your sensitive flesh. "Like this, baby?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "You were thinking about this?"

Then he licks you, his tongue pressing against you through the thin fabric. He hums thoughtfully, his eyes darkening.

"Christ," he mutters, "so wet for me, sweetheart.”

You feel your body respond instinctively to his touch, arching up against his mouth. His words send a shiver down your spine, making you ache for more.

"Only for you," you gasp. "Always for you."

He grips the fabric of your underwear and pulls them down, the gesture rough and impatient. He tosses them aside, then looks up at you, his gaze hungry. "I'm going to make you come on my tongue first," he says, his voice gravelly with desire. "Then I'm going to split you open on my cock." His words send a jolt of arousal straight through you, your mind going fuzzy with want. You can feel how wet you are, your body already begging him for more. He takes a moment to enjoy the taste of you before looking up at you.

"Look at you," he says, his tone mocking. "Already so needy, baby. You want me so bad, don't you? You're dripping." He ducks back down, his mouth finding your center. He doesn't hesitate, his tongue immediately plunging in. He doesn't let up, his tongue working you expertly. You can hear his muffled grunts and groans as he continues his ministrations, like he can't get enough of you.

"Fucccccck, Robby, please...."

He just chuckles against your flesh, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through you. "Please what, baby?" he asks, his tone innocent. "You gotta be specific."

"Please," you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair. "Please, I need more."

His hand moves, sliding up to your thigh. You can feel his fingers brush against your center and then start rubbing circles on your clit. His gaze is still locked on your face, watching your every reaction.

"Like this, baby?" he murmurs. "You want me to keep talking? You want me to tell you how good you taste, how much I've wanted this all day.”

You're nodding frantically, unable to form coherent words. All conscious thought has abandoned you, replaced solely by the sensations radiating through your body.

His fingers never stop their ministrations as he speaks, his voice thick with desire.

"Your pussy is so good," he murmurs, "so warm and wet for me. I can't get enough of tasting it, of feeling it on my tongue."

"Fuck, Mikey... Almost there... Mhmmmmm..."

He quickens his pace, his fingers working you faster as he continues to talk to you.

"Good girl," he grunts. "That's it, baby. You wanna come for me? You want to make a mess all over my tongue?"

"Yessss," you gasp, arching your back. "Please, Robby, I'm so close. Just a bit more." He doesn't waste any time before diving back down, his tongue plunging deep into your sopping pussy. As your orgasm overtakes you, your body shaking and writhing, he can feel you clenching down around his tongue. You let out a sharp gasp.

"Ah....!" You cry out, your voice ragged. "Oh god, Robby!" He doesn't stop, his tongue continuing to work you through the aftershocks of your release. He looks up at you, satisfaction and pride in his gaze.

He finally lifts his head up, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Feel good, baby?" he asks, his voice gruff.

"So good," you breathe, collapsing back against the bed. "So, so good." He grins, crawling up to you, his body covering yours. He kisses you deeply, his tongue sliding into your mouth. You can taste yourself on his lips.

"I'm not done with you yet," he husks against the skin of your neck. You shiver as his words wash over you, the promise in his voice igniting another spark of arousal deep within you. He stands up, stripping off the rest of his clothes And there, at the apex of his thighs, his cock is already hard and curved up towards his stomach. It looks heavy and full, glistening in the low light of the room.

His breathing is ragged as he approaches the bed, his gaze roaming over your body. "I can't wait to feel you," he grunts, "I can't wait to bury myself deep inside you."

He leans over you, his body covering yours. He kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth before pulling away. His hands are rough as they run over your skin, his touch leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Then he looks down at you, his gaze hungry and unrelenting. "You want this, baby?" he growls, his voice thick with need as he wraps his hand around his aching cock, slapping the tip against your cunt.

"Please...." you manage to gasp. "I want it. I want you. Please, God, Robby, I need it. Need you." He growls, the sound primal and possessive, as he positions himself above you. He looks down into your eyes, his gaze wild with lust.

"Good girl," he says, a note of approval in his voice. "Always using your manners, aren't you, sweetheart?"

You feel a surge of pride at his words. It's like a rush of adrenaline, leaving you tingling from head to toe. You want to please him, to make him proud. "I want to be good for you," you whisper, your voice thick with desire.

He holds himself above you, the head of his cock just barely grazing against your entrance. He looks down at you, his expression almost feral, his eyes dark with desire. He takes your chin in one hand, forcing you to look him in the eye. His gaze is intense, almost primal. "I'm going to put my cock in your pretty pussy, okay, baby?" he growls, his words blunt and unfiltered. His grip on your chin is gentle yet firm, like he's staking his claim. You feel yourself growing wetter, your body responding to his words.

He can see the effect his words are having on you, the way your breath hitches and your eyes darken. He smirks, a pleased expression on his face. "You want me to make you feel good, baby?" he asks, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

A low groan escapes his lips as he watches you take his thumb into your mouth. It's so hot and intimate, and it only serves to fuel the fire that's already boiling inside of him. He presses his thumb down on your tongue, his eyes dark and heated, before he removes his thumb to hold himself up as his other hand goes to his cock to line up with your entrance, pushing in slowly.

You can barely form the words as he fills you up. "You feel so good, Robby."

His eyes darken, the praise only serving to intensify his need. "Yeah? You like that, sweetheart?" he growls.

"Mhmm," you moan, nodding dumbly. "So good, so good."

"That's my girl," he murmurs, his fingers tangling in your hair. "You're taking me so well." He starts to move his hips a little faster, each thrust more urgent than the last. His hands are everywhere, roaming over your body greedily.

"You're doing so good, baby," he gasps. "Taking me so well. You feel incredible." He leans down, his body pressed against yours, his lips so close to your ear that you can feel the heat of his breath on your skin. "You love this, don't you?" he growls, his voice low and rough. "You love feeling me inside you, don't you, baby?"

"Yeeesssss... oh god, yesss... I love it so much," you gasp, your words little more than a ragged whisper.

His hand moves up to your chin, tilting your head back so he can look down at you, his gaze intense. "Open that pretty little mouth for me, baby," he says, his voice huskier than usual. "Stick out your tongue."

You obey eagerly, your mouth falling open for him. You stick out your tongue, your eyes locked with his. He grins, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. He leans down and spits on your tongue, a string of saliva connecting you.

"There you go," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "That's a good girl." He leans down, his eyes roaming over your face. "You look so pretty like this," he says, his voice low. "All messy and wrecked. Such a pretty little mess I made of you, huh, baby?" His rhythm is growing more desperate as he feels you tighten around him. "Oh god, yes," he grunts, his voice ragged. "Baby, you feel so good. You're so close, aren't you? I can feel it.”

You cry out, your body shaking with the intensity of it all. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge, so close to falling over. “Fucccccck… Robby, I’m so close…”

His breathing is ragged as he talks, his words coming out in quick gasps. "That's it, baby," he growls. "Come for me. Make a mess all over my cock. You want me to come in you so deep, don't you, baby?” He grits out, "Let go for me. Come for me, pretty girl."

"Oh god," you cry out, your body trembling as the pleasure takes over. It's an overwhelming rush, everything fading away except for the sensations pouring through you. All you can see, all you can feel, is him.

He's right there with you, the words and sensations sending him over the edge. He gasps, his body going taut as he comes, filling you up just like he promised. "Fuuuuck..." he grunts.

"So good," you gasp, your voice ragged. "You're so good, Robby... God, I love you so much."

He collapses on top of you, his body warm and heavy on yours. "I love you too," he murmurs, his voice weary but filled with tender affection. "So damn much."

You wrap your arms around him, holding him close. "Please don't move," you whisper, not wanting to let him go just yet, loving the feeling of his weight on you.

He slowly pulls back, his movements slow and a bit shaky. "I gotta get up, baby," he mumbles, "Gotta clean you up and get you some water."

"No," you protest, trying to hold on to him. "Stay here with me. Just a little longer."

He chuckles softly, gently nudging you to loosen your grip on him. "I'll be right back, I promise," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Don't move."

You let out a snort, your muscles still a little weak and trembling. "I don't think I could move if I wanted to," you say, a small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

He grins, his eyes soft and fond as he looks at you. "I'll take that as a compliment," he teases, carefully extracting himself from your grasp. He stands up and stretches, his movements a bit wobbly.

"Stay right there, sweetheart," he says, his tone gently commanding. "I'll be right back with a towel and some water."

A few minutes later, he returns, a warm washcloth in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He sits down on the bed next to you, his expression tender as he takes in your appearance. "Here you go, baby," he murmurs, handing you the water before gently beginning to clean you up. His hands are soft and careful as they move over your sweaty skin. It feels almost like a form of worship, the way he attends to you so diligently. When he's finished, he tosses the washcloth into the hamper and crawls back into bed beside you, pulling you close against his chest.

You cuddle against him, feeling content and relaxed. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close. "Are you okay?" he asks softly, his voice a rumble in his chest.

You nod, still feeling a little floaty and boneless. "More than okay," you murmur, resting your head against his chest.

He smiles softly, his hand gently stroking your hair. "Wanna watch one of your shows?" he asks.

You let out a little sigh, snuggling closer to him. "Yeah, that sounds good," you say, your voice still a bit sleepy.

He leans over and grabs the remote from the nightstand, flicking on the TV to your favorite show. He settles back, comfortable and content, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin. The familiar sounds of the show fill the room, soft and soothing. You can feel yourself relaxing even more in his arms, the steady beat of his heart a comforting rhythm.

He pulls the covers up around you, tucking them in around your shoulders. "You cozy, baby?" he asks, his voice a low rumble in his chest.

You nod, snuggling deeper into the blankets. "Mhmm," you hum, closing your eyes. "Very cozy."

He smiles, glad to see you so relaxed. "Good," he murmurs, his own eyes fluttering shut. "Get some rest, sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up."

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SIM JAEYUN & HIS RUNAWAY RAPUNZEL

• SYNOPSIS: You had the habit of running away when things overwhelmed you. Jake had a way of always being there to catch you before you fall. Somewhere between stolen glances, half-spoken words and moments that almost meant something, you fell in love. So, you did what you knew the best, you ran. Away from your feelings, away from him. But now you're back, still utterly in love. And he's still the same, still steady, still yours in a way that doesn't count. Except now, there's someone standing on the place where you once stood.

• PAIRING: Sim Jaeyun x afab!reader

• WORD COUNT: 19.2k

• CONTENT TAGS: Non idol au, childhood best friends to ?, reader has long hair.

• WARNING TAGS: MDNI, smut, oral (fem receiving), dub con, intoxication, unprotected sex (pls wrap it before you tap it), lots of guilt.

• AUTHOR'S NOTE: Heya! Missed me? Hope you guys will enjoy! Happy reading♡♡

The country welcomed you back with open arms, you set your foot on familiar ground. Your first breath back home carried a whisper of the past, and it sounded just like him. Jake. The boy who carried you home in his arms on prom night. The night where you abandoned everything behind only to trip over your escape and land in his story. He wasn't supposed to stay but he did. In all the ways that mattered but not in the ways that you wanted.

You weren't trapped in a tower, just a suffocating gym full of unnecessary decorations, harsh lightning, over the top laughter and last minute choices. So, as the plot of your life demanded, you did what any unhinged fairytale princess would do.

You ran.

The music inside the gym was too loud, and not in a fun way, but the I-can't-think-over-the-beat-of-the-music kind of way. You were enjoying the night initially, clicking pictures with your friends, laughing obnoxiously at every stupid thing like this was your last chance at being happy, drinking mocktails and dancing like the universe had pressed a pause button just for this moment.

One moment you were having the time of your life, the next moment your dress started to feel too tight at the ribs. Everyone was enjoying their night but it all started feeling like too much. You dramatically pushed open the side door of the gym, the kind no one really uses because its creaking sound made goosebumps crawl on your skin. Your heels clicked against the tiles of the school's empty hallway as you exhaled deeply. Hands raising up to undo your updo, it has started to give you a headache. You put the bobby pins inside your gown's pocket, hair now loose and you flicked them back as they fell on your face.

Your steps were rushed, more quicker than you meant, mind set only on getting outside, breathing real air, and tearing off the god awful heels that had been punishing you all night. Your head was hung low, eyes focused on your hands grabbing onto the fabric of the gown to walk better when you lost your balance by bumping against something. Or someone.

The sudden jolt knocked the air out of your chest, and you lost your balance, the sound of your heel giving up was louder than your surprised gasp. But before your night could get any worse than this, two hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer in the heat of the moment. Your hands settled against the person's shoulder in a frail attempt at stabilizing yourself.

For a moment, everything stilled. You could feel the fingers tighten a bit at your sides before your eyes met him, like he was making sure this moment was real. Your heart beat loudly in your chest and with the little amount of space you had in between you, there was no doubt that he could feel it too.

"Easy, Rapunzel." His lips curled into a smirk, his voice dripping with amusement, "I don't know why you're running away, but I got you." You broke out of the trance the stupidly gorgeous man in front of you had trapped you in. You pulled back, stepping away to continue your way when you were yanked back by your hair. You hissed, hands reaching up to hold the area that stung, turning around slightly to find some of your hair tangled in his shirt button.

His eyes widened, hands fumbling against his button to free your hair. You stepped closer, removing his hands gently. "Let me," your fingers moved carefully, occasionally brushing against his chest. His breath hitched, but neither of you dared to break the moment.

"All done," your voice trembled at the end. You gave him a tight smile, stepping back only to stumble again when your heel completely gave up and your ankle twisted a little. His hands reached out for you again, this time he grabbed your hand instead before crouching down to inspect your leg.

"Okay, I need you to sit down somewhere first," he looked up at you, hands on your ankle and you nodded. He gently unbuckled the heel and slid it off, his hands lingering as he checked for any injury. You winced as soon as your foot met the floor, the discomfort undeniable. He noticed the flicker of pain in your eyes as you tried to stand, "don't move," he said, standing up and carefully lifting you in his arms to look for a place to sit.

"What are you doing?" You hissed, eyes darting towards your surroundings to check if anyone noticed. "Taking you somewhere comfortable, Rapunzel." He stepped out of the school and towards the parking area, casually adjusting you in his arms as if you weighed nothing. You could clearly see the small freckles under his eyes from up close. You looked away.

"Why do you keep calling me Rapunzel?" You questioned as he put you down to sit on small stairs that led up the parking lot. He huffed out a breath, removing his blazer and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt. He rested his hands on his hips as he looked at you, "well for starters you look like a princess," your eyes widened, heat creeping on your face and he stuttered, realizing the weight of his words.

"What I mean is," he started, the tip of his ears turning red as he struggled to explain, "your long hair, purple gown, the dramatic exit from the prom, should I keep going?" You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. Then you pondered over his words, eyes falling down on your gown, the lavender satin dress with sheer tulle overlay shining softly under the moonlight. "Okay okay, I get it. I was having a moment, but don't romanticize my downfall like that!"

He laughed, turning his head towards the school's entrance before his eyes locked into you, with a mischievous smile he sat in front of you, hands on your knees, "sorry, but if you're gonna stumble into my arms in a gown, I have to romanticize it." The subtle emphasis on the word 'have' didn't go unnoticed by you. "Where do you live? Let me drop you home, you clearly cannot walk." You took a moment to think, realizing that your parents won't be able to pick you up since they were busy, and you didn't want to ruin your friend's night, you agreed with him.

He carried you bridal style, your high heels dangling from his hand which supported the back of your thighs. "Why are you out here though? Shouldn't you be enjoying the prom night?" You felt him shrug, lips forming a pout, "my date ditched me." Your mouth fell open at his words, but you quickly closed up, "that is so sad." His eyes found yours and he just smiled, "nah, it's fine. I wasn't interested in her, we just agreed to go with each other since both of us didn't have any dates."

"What's your name?" His eyes widened in disbelief, lips parting slightly, "you don't know me?" You arch your eyebrows, wondering if you were meant to know him, but when he called your name in mild offense, you gulped. "Well of course you wouldn't know me, you seem to be content with that little friend circle of yours to notice anyone else." There was a tinge of disappointment in his voice but you could be wrong, "I'm Sim Jaeyun, or Jake as other's call me."

"Ah, Jake. The golden boy?" He narrowed his eyes at you, "you remember me as a golden boy but not my face?" You smiled sheepishly, hands tightening around his neck to steady yourself, "well you aren't wearing your glasses, your hair is parted, you're not wearing your signature oversized hoodie, and half of your face isn't drowned by a book, so not my fault."

He let out a chuckle at your words, shaking his head, "isn't this like, one of those book moments where I take off my glasses, do my hair, wear a nice outfit and suddenly I'm not invisible anymore?"

"No. You look cute with those glasses, but without them you look like someone who'd steal a crown, flirt his way out of trouble and still get the girl somehow."

"Did you just compare me to Flynn Rider?"

"Well you compared me to Rapunzel."

It was supposed to be nothing, just a kind soul helping you in a time of distress, a one time thing. But somehow, it wasn't. You shared each other's numbers after that, then coffee, then late night walks and the rest is history. His friends became your friends. It was easy being with him, he was the kind of person who never made you second guess his intentions. Always so attentive, always so caring. He made it far too easy to fall, and your heart wasn't built strong enough to resist his softness.

You left for university after high-school graduation. He ran to the airport and hugged you like he wouldn't see you again. You promised each other you'd keep in touch. You did. Well, sort of.

And now, years later, you're back, in a different city than your hometown. You had informed your parents about the job you got at a city more opportunistic than yours, how the pay and standard of living was something you didn't want to compromise. "I'll just be a few hours away, mom. You can visit me whenever you like." That didn't stop a pout forming on your mom's face.

The ringing of your phone pulled you out of your thoughts. You glanced at the screen, Mom, you smiled picking up the phone.

"Hey!" You said, trying to keep your voice steady. The boxes were still unopened, your shoes were still on. "Did you reach safely?" Her voice was laced with concern, and you sighed closing the door of your apartment behind you.

"Yeah, just got in a few minutes back." You replied, sitting on your plastic covered couch. "Okay! Be safe." You nodded even though she couldn't see you, "yeah, yeah. I'll call you or dad if anything happens!" You chuckled, pulling your phone away from your ears, "No don't call us." Your eyes narrowed at her words, feeling slightly offensive, "and here I thought you cared about me."

"I do. But we still live away from you. Call Jake instead, he will run to you in no time." Your eyes widened, and you choked on the air as soon as his name left your mom's mouth, "Jake? Sim Jake? Why would I call him?" You could practically imagine your mom rolling her eyes just by the way a sigh left her lips, "why wouldn't you? Isn't he your best friend?"

"He is, or was...I don't know...I don't want to bother him," you hissed, standing up from the couch and moving towards your bedroom balcony. "You will never be a bother for him," now it was your turn to roll your eyes, "I haven't talked with him in ages. I don't know how he will feel about me returning."

"He will be thrilled." You frowned at your phone as if you were on FaceTime with your mother, "how would you even know?" You heard her mutter something under her breath before she deadpanned, "how do you think we found an apartment for you when we never went to that city?" Oh you were doomed from the beginning.

You were about to whine to her about doing things without your knowledge when your doorbell rang, increasing your heartbeat in the process, "that must be him, I informed him about your arrival too." Great. You hung up the phone and hastily made your way towards your door. Your hand hesitated before turning the knob, for a second you wondered if you'll be able to face him after all this time.

The door opened with a barely there creak, and there he was, Jake. His hair was a little long, shoulders a little broad, but his eyes still held the same softness it did, his lips still curled around the edges with the same warmth. And before you could stop yourself, your feet moved.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. You felt his breath hitch right against the crook of your neck, followed by a slow, hesitant drag of his hands around your waist to pull you closer. You closed your eyes, burying your head on his shoulder, all it took was one look at him for your feelings to come crashing down at you like water released from a dam, sudden and impossible to stop.

You pulled away from him, barely. He smiled, the same boyish smile that made you realize how deep you had fallen for him. "Hey!" There was a quiet tremble in his voice, almost like he wanted to say more but decided against it. You smiled, "Hi," and it felt like you were back in high school, saying goodbye without ever saying what you actually wanted to.

"Um..." your brows creased a bit as you stepped away from Jake, he smiled awkwardly and moved aside to reveal a girl behind him, holding a few bags in her hands as she fidgeted in her place. "This is Mina," Jake said quickly, "she volunteered to help unpack, I hope you don't mind. We can leave if it's too much for you. I know how much new people overwhelm you."

You looked at Jake for a second before they landed on Mina, her hair tied up in a casual bun, her tank top loose and tucked into her jeans. She looked pretty, the kind of pretty that didn't take much effort to maintain.

She took a step forward, now standing right in front of you and pushed the bags in your hand with a smile on her face, "I hope you're not allergic to Thai food." You blinked, "what?"

She looked at Jake briefly as you took the bags from her hands then back at you, "we bought dinner."

"Oh?" You nodded quickly, stepping aside to let them in, "please come in." You internally winced at how awkward you sounded but you didn't fret over it, you weren't prepared for any of this anyway.

Jake walked into your apartment like it's his second home, even when this wasn't your hometown. Mina followed his lead, eyes roaming around the unopened boxes and bubble wrapped furniture lying around. Jake turned around, smiling at her softly before his eyes found yours, "Mina, this is-"

"I know," she grins, cutting him off, turning her head towards you as you approached them, "you're the best friend. Jake never shuts up about you." Your heart skipped at her words, but you nodded, forcing a smile, "It's nice to meet you."

"I was almost out of the apartment to come here when Mina stopped me," Jake started. Mina rolled her eyes then smiled at you, "I just thought you won't mind an extra hand at helping. I was free, and I understand how much effort moving in requires." Jake shrugged, nudging her by his elbow, "the food was her idea," he smiled.

"That's really sweet of you," you thanked, your eyes darted between them as Mina sighed in relief at your words, at the way she leaned in towards Jake, at the way he didn't seem to notice the action. They looked comfortable beside each other, too comfortable. It was almost like she had been around him long enough to matter.

"Let's get started with unpacking," you nodded your head at Jake, and three of you made your way towards different areas to unpack. You made your way towards the bedroom, while Jake took charge of the living room and Mina headed towards the kitchen. For a while soft music from Jake's playlist echoed throughout your apartment along with occasional hum of Mina's gentle voice whenever any of her favorite songs played.

You didn't pay attention to the time that had passed since you started unpacking but the sound of laughter resonating in your apartment made you step out of your bedroom. Your eyes fell upon your living room, all of the things placed just as you informed Jake to do. It looked beautiful.

You made your way towards the kitchen where the voices came from, steps halting as you saw Mina and Jake laughing together at something stupid, "Jake, there's no such thing as proper technique for opening jars." His eyes trailed over her figure, "there is! It's called 'proper wrist torque,' it is a thing!"

Mina rolled her eyes, swatting his arm, "stop being dramatic, let me do my work!" Jake grinned back like he always did when someone got annoyed with his antics. You hovered near the kitchen door, watching the way they interacted with each other, they looked good together.

"Need help?" You asked, finally stepping in. Jake's smile widened as he looked at you, "yes, Mina thinks I'm lying about the proper wrist torque, tell her about it." Mina giggled before you could say anything further, "he's just flexing because I couldn't open the jar. Don't fret over it." You managed to smile at them, "looks like you guys have it figured already."

After a few hours, you groaned lightly stretching your back after you were done with unpacking and cleaning, "seriously guys," you started smiling at Mina and Jake, "thank you so much for helping with unpacking, it would have taken me forever to do this alone." Mina grinned at your pouty expression and made her way towards you, slinging her arm around your shoulders, "I know right! Call me whenever you want any help, I'm so glad to have a girlfriend around me," she squealed excitedly but looked at you expectantly at the last sentence.

"I'm glad to have you around too, Mina." Her face lit up at your words and she beamed at Jake, "I made a new friend!" You couldn't help the smile forming on your face at her excited state and Jake shook his head looking at both of you softly. "I'll go get some ice-cream for all of us after I throw this trash out, you guys wrap everything up and reheat the food in the meantime." Both of you nodded at Jake, bidding him goodbye and continuing your work in silence.

You and Mina slouched against your couch after finishing your wrap up, you played a random movie on your TV as you waited for Jake to come back. You sighed, feeling exhaustion take over you after a long day of travel and moving in. Mina looked at you from where she was sitting beside you and smiled, extending her hand towards you and holding your wrist gently, "you okay?"

Her concerned voice got you out of your thoughts and you smiled at her, albeit a weak one, "yeah, just tired." She hummed, nodding her head in understanding. A couple of minutes passed by in silence, none of you making a move to fill the empty void then suddenly her voice echoed in your ears, "you know he always talks about you, and I got really curious because of him."

You glanced at her, "Jake?" She nodded, releasing her hold on your wrist and tucking her knees up, "yes, he really missed you while you were away." You heart tugged at her words but you masked it with a laugh, "hmm he's clingy like that." She shook her head, smiling down at her lap but didn't correct you because it was the truth. Jake was clingy, but not with everyone, then her eyes landed on you as you bit your lips, a knowing smile creeping up on her face, "that's Jake for you."

The doorbell rang just as you were done reheating the food, "I'll open it!" Mina yelled out before making her way towards the door. "Come on, I'm hungry and I need sleep too," you heard Jake yell as he made his way towards the dinning table in the kitchen, Mina following suit. Three of you ate in silence, finally realizing how hungry you actually were. Jake was scrolling through his spotify playlist after berating both your and Mina's taste in music.

Mina reached over towards Jake's and stole a piece from his plate. Jake didn't blink, didn't even react as he kept his eyes on his phone. "That was mine," He deadpan as he glanced at Mina briefly. "You'll survive," she shot back, chewing on her food like it was just another day, like they have done this before, like they have their own rhythm.

Mina turned towards you as all of you finished eating your meals, "I hope today wasn't awkward for you, I really enjoyed your company." Your eyes fell upon Jake who was looking at Mina then you smiled at her, "It's fine really. Thank you for the food and your help. I truly appreciate it." She turned towards Jake and put her head on his shoulder as she sighed in relief at your words.

You smiled at Jake but your heart stuttered, you wanted to ask 'are you two dating?' but the words got stuck between your throat. Instead you just bid them goodnight and watch them get inside the car and drive off.

"It's been a while, I missed you so much," Jungwon's arms circled around your shoulders as soon as he and Jake arrived at your apartment. You laughed, sliding your arms around his waist nonetheless, "I missed you too." He sat on your couch as Jake made his way towards your kitchen to grab some drinks and you sat beside Jungwon asking about his life updates.

"I heard from Jake you'll be moving away to Japan for a while?" Jungwon nodded his head, hands reaching out to grab the drink Jake bought. "I just came and you're going," you pouted, Jake chuckled from your other side, head leaning on your shoulder to look at Jungwon. You felt a quiet thrill bloom inside your chest and Jungwon gave you a cheeky smile before Jake spoke, "It's okay, it will be for 3-4 months, then we can have our little friend group back."

"And Mina too," Jungwon added, a small smile gracing up on his lips, "have you met Mina yet?" You nodded, "she helped me with the unpacking and also bought me food, I should bring something for her as a thank you." Jake handed you the drink, your fingers brushing against his as you took it from him. "Have you met Heeseung?" Your eyes narrowed at Jungwon, confusion dawning on your face, "isn't he studying law in London?"

"No, he's here. He wanted to do business instead so he left and came here." You hummed, placing your drink down on the table, "you didn't tell me about him." You turned towards Jake after you pulled away from him and he just shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, "you never asked." Jungwon snickered as you glared at Jake, feeling his heart filled with warmth at the familiar scene playing in front of him, "I missed you two together so bad."

You smiled at Jungwon, ruffling his hair, "and I missed you." Jungwon pouted, fixing his hair. "I need to leave, I've to pick up Mina from her work," your gaze followed Jake as he grabbed his things, a weird coil building inside your stomach at the thought of him picking her up from the work. "Jake!" Jungwon called out as Jake opened the door to go out, he spun back, raising his eyebrows at the younger one, "I parceled the documents which Mina wanted on your address, tell me when she'll get it."

Jake nodded his head and then the door shut behind him, "Mina's documents?" You questioned, turning in your seat to face Jungwon, "why didn't you just parcel it to Mina's house?" He tilted his head in confusion, "because they live together." You could feel your heart stop as soon as those words left Jungwon's mouth, "live together?" He hummed in response, "yes, didn't Jake tell you?" No he didn't, you wanted to say instead you shook your head and smiled, "the topic never came up." That explained the closeness.

You sat on your bed, looking at the time, 06:30 PM. Jake had called you when you were on your lunch break that he wanted to invite you for dinner and after trying to dodge his invitation a couple of times, you reluctantly agreed. You sighed, contemplating whether it will be a good idea or not but you found yourself getting ready to go to his apartment.

It was past 07:00 PM when you made your way towards his apartment complex, you decided to walk since he lived only a few blocks away. The evening sky had darkened, streetlights lightening up the path you walked on. You sighed when you spotted the name of the apartment building Jake had mentioned, your eyes unintentionally fell upon the balcony with floor length window, with lights low and golden, you spotted Jake through the open blind and your steps flattered.

You watched as Jake sat on the chair near the window, a slight wince adorning his face. Hoodie sleeves pushed up and hair slightly messy. Mina came up and sat in front of him, on the floor, cross legged, a small box in her hand. She reached up to take one of Jake's hands in hers, opening the box and taking out some ointment and bandages.

You swallow the lump forming in your throat as you stood there and watch as Mina carefully applied the bandage and flick his forehead when he leaned down. You couldn't hear their conversation but you saw Jake smiling at Mina who was pouting. Jake reached forward to flick her forehead back but she caught his hand midair. She said something which made Jake shake his head and lean away, inspecting his hand.

Mina gently took his hand in hers, she talked about something you couldn't decipher and Jake just watched her with his soft eyes. You froze in your spot, feeling like you've seen something you shouldn't have, something intimate. You felt like you should turn around, almost. But then you took a deep breath and made your way towards their apartment.

"Finally, we have been waiting for you." Mina welcomed wrapping her arms around, as soon as you took off your jacket and hung it on the hanger. She took the bag from your hand and made her way inside their kitchen, running past Jake who made his way towards the living room. You slipped off your shoes, smiling at him, "Hey!" You started making your ways towards the couch.

Jake stepped forward, his arms sliding across your waist to pull you closer and dip his head on your shoulder. You inhaled sharply before easing into his hold and sliding your hands across his shoulders. "Hey..." you heard him breathe out, voice low enough for your ears only. He let go of you with a lopsided smile, holding your hand in his as he dragged you towards the couch.

"What happened to your hand?" You questioned as you sat on one side of the couch, beside Jake. His eyes travelled towards his now bandaged hand, "he cut it while helping me with the dinner, he's so irresponsible." Mina sat on the other side of Jake, and he rolled his eyes but leaned back on the couch. "You should be careful," you frowned and Jake slid his hand behind your shoulders to rest on the couch. "It's fine, not that deep."

Mina leaned towards Jake, her hand reaching out to hold his injured one, examining if it was properly bandaged. "You don't have to keep doing that," Jake said, amusement laced in his voice as he watched her. "You don't take care of yourself properly," she mumbled, and your chest tightened at her words.

"Um..you guys start the movie, I need to make a call, be right back." You watched as Mina went inside the bedroom, the door opened wide enough for you to spot Jake's favorite artist's poster plastered across his walls, then it closed behind her. You sighed, watching her be so comfortable around Jake, being so comfortable about using his belongings as if they were hers, it almost reminded you of your younger self when you and Jake were close enough to use each other's things without any care. It suddenly dawned upon you how many things you missed while being away from him.

Your gaze was still fixed on Jake's bedroom door, lost in thought when you felt his hand gently cup your cheek. He turned your face towards him, his movements gentle but sure, silently asking for your attention. "You good? Need something?" Your words got lost in your mouth as you looked into his eyes, he tilted his head, waiting for you to say something but his hand felt so warm against your cheek that you found yourself leaning into it.

Jake smiled, his hand moving from your cheek to your shoulder to pull you closer, "guess your work tired you out," you hummed, still unable to form any words. He then slid his fingers in yours, intertwining them together before giving your hand a gentle squeeze. Mina came back after sometime, slumping against the couch before sighing and leaning her head on his shoulder.

He adjusted his position so she could lean into him properly, his hand still holding yours but suddenly you felt suffocating. Half way through the movie, Mina whispered something to Jake and he laughed, shaking his head as he whispered something back. You could hear them if you focused enough but you decided otherwise. It felt more like trespassing than eavesdropping. Jake's hand left yours to offer you some popcorn, your fingers brushed against his as he passed you the bowl but you pulled back, eyes trained on the movie playing in front of you.

"Jake help me with serving the dinner," Mina requested as she made her way towards the kitchen. Jake followed soon, but you stayed behind, eyes still focused on the TV. You could hear them from the living room, their voices low, you could hear the way Mina complained about something, followed by his voice. Mina laughed after that, loud and clear and you could hear Jake shushing her as he too laughed with her.

You heard the clink of dishes being placed on the counter, you turned your head to see if they were done, just to see Jake gently patting her head as he passed by her, and how she smiled up at him like it's the easiest thing in the world. You reminded yourself that it shouldn't hurt, but it did. It really, really did. And you weren't sure what to do with your feelings.

The rest of the hours pass by in blurry haze, your eyes fall upon the clock, "oh? It's getting late. I should head back." You felt Mina grab your hand when you tried to get up from your seat, "stay the night, I like having you around, it's weekend anyway." Your eyes fell upon Jake who leaned against the doorframe, "stay?" You couldn't bring yourself to reject their offer when both of them looked at you with the same puppy eyes.

"Let me get something comfortable for you to wear," Mina grinned as she disappeared inside her room. Jake tapped your shoulder, "thank you for staying, Mina keeps on talking about you. I think you'd get along well since you're so alike." You nodded, "I feel so too, it will take some time but I'll get used to her." He smiled, leaning his hand on your shoulder. "Does she treat you right?" You couldn't help but ask, you heard Jake hum, "yes she does, I never thought I'd say this but we work well somehow."

You forced yourself to smile, Mina came out of her room just to drag you inside it, not before yelling, "goodnight Jake, it's girls night now." She gave you a hoodie and shorts and pointed towards the bathroom attached to her room. You cleaned yourself up, Mina following suit, while she used the bathroom, you changed your clothes.

Mina came out of the bathroom, now changed into her own pajamas, "this hoodie is a bit too oversized for you, don't you think?" You questioned, laughing at the way it covered your hands and reached your mid-thigh as you climbed her bed. Mina laughed with you and made her way to sit beside you, "it looks good on you." You shook your head, dangling the sweater paws in the air and Mina leaned on your shoulder laughing at your actions, "It's Jake's actually, that's why it's oversized."

You froze, "It's Jake's?" She nodded, her smile flattering a bit, "why? Is that an issue?" You shook your head, your brows creasing, "that wouldn't be an issue with you right?" She tilted her head in confusion and your heart squeezed at the familiar action, "no? It's not an issue with me." You sighed, if she didn't have an issue then you weren't going to have any issue.

"Wait!" Mina squealed, reaching towards the nightstand as you pulled up the covers to sleep. "What? You okay?" You asked, feeling concerned. She turned towards you, showing her phone, "I don't have your number or a picture for the contact pic, let me snap it real quick, you look so pretty right now." Your eyes widened as she panned the camera towards you, leaning towards her vanity mirror to check yourself, you smooth down your hair and adjusted the hoodie.

"Smile for me please?" She requested in a sing-song voice and you couldn't help but smile genuinely as she clicked a few pictures as you posed. "Let me take your pictures too," you reached for your phone and clicked some of her photos. "Okay! Let's take some together," you grinned, taking selfies with different poses and laughing obnoxiously at them.

You look at her as she saved your number and the contact pic, her hair a bit messy with all the movements, but a radiant smile plastered on her face as she proudly showed you the contact. And as you watch her, you realise Mina is too good, too perfect. You couldn't bring yourself to find a single flaw. Maybe Jake was indeed right when he said they both work together very well.

You woke up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Mina's side of bed was empty, you neatly made her bed and went inside the bathroom to get freshened up. You brushed your teeth and took a quick shower before slipping into your own clothes. You neared the door of her bedroom when you heard hushed voices coming from the living room.

"You could've just told me about it, Mina." Jake's voice echoed, "it's not that simple!" Mina's voice snapped back. "This is not about you Jake- everything isn't that simple!" There's a silence followed by Mina's words. You opened the door just as Jake turned around and went inside his room, slamming the door shut and Mina looked at you, a concerned expression plastered on her face.

"You okay?" You questioned, stepping towards her and pulling her into a hug. You felt her stiffen under your hold but then she relaxed, hugging you back. "Yeah, I am." You frowned, "did you two fight?" She pulled away shaking her head, "he's just concerned." She smiled, eyes trailing towards Jake's door, "I think he needs someone to talk to, he isolates himself when he gets like this. I need to go out for a bit. It's urgent. Please talk to him." You nodded your head at her and watched her rush out of the door.

You stood outside Jake's room for a second longer than you should have, hand curled into a loose fist, your knuckles ready to knock. You took a deep breath and knocked. The silence followed made you wonder if he'll even open the door. "What?" You could hear the bite in his voice and for a moment it made you stutter but then you answered, "Jake, it's me." There's a faint ruffle of movements from the other side and then the door's yanked opened and you find Jake looking at you, wide eyed. "Can I come inside?"

Jake nodded, stepping aside to let you in. You stepped in quietly, heart in your throat. He didn't say anything as he made his way towards his bed and sat. You sat on his desk chair, eyes raking over his messy hair as if he had been running his hands through it. "You and Mina....are you okay?" You started carefully and he let out a short laugh, "I don't know." You made your way towards his bed to sit down on the floor in front of him, "Mina said you might need someone to talk to."

"She said that?" He looked at where you were sitting, you nodded. "Of course she did." You sighed, feeling frustration radiate off of him, "I don't really know why you guys are fighting but it will get better." He pulled his hair, groaning, "I hope so." You didn't make any other attempt to talk with him, so you both sat there in silence for a while. "Come sit beside me," he finally said, patting the space beside him. You hesitated for a moment before carefully sitting beside him.

"Can we just stay like this for a while?" He asked, shifting in his place before he placed his head on your shoulder. You took a deep breath and your heart beat stuttered at his actions, he's close, he's too close for your heart to not ache with longing. You don't dare to say anything, just reach out to hold his injured hand in yours, "it will get better, I'm here."

"You good?" You were bought back from your thoughts when your coworker Jay called your name. You nodded your head back as you handed him the documents which he wanted. He gave you another look, eyebrows creasing, "you're spacing a lot, are you still not used to the office life here?" You smiled at him, shaking your head, "I love working here, there's just something on my mind."

He tapped his finger on his chin as he swirled in his chair beside you, "if you feel comfortable, you can share it with me, you're the only person here that I like to hang around with," you laughed but agreed with him. Jay joined a few months before you did and the two of you are the only people of your age, making him instantly take a liking to you. "Okay, maybe you could help," you thought out loud and he waited patiently.

"So, there's this boy-"

"A boy? Interesting." You looked at him from the corner of your eyes, "don't interrupt me." He put his hands up in surrender, then leaned up to check if any higher ups were taking a round, "tell me." You sighed, leaning against your chair, "I have feelings for this guy I've been friends with, I went out of the country for university and now that I'm back, he already has someone."

"That's-" he looks at you briefly before averting his eyes somewhere else, trying to find the right words to say, "that's very sad, are you trying to move on?" You pout at him as you lean against your desk, "I don't know, I thought my feelings for him vanished but it didn't. And they look so good together, they even live together." Jay patted your back in an attempt to console you, "it will be alright." You gently hit your head against the desk, "will it really be alright?"

Jay gave you a solemn smile, "with time it gets better." You sighed, mind swirling with everything that had happened ever since you came back, "they had a fight but then next day everything was fine between them. I think they patched things up, I just want him to be happy." You wondered if not saying anything at all will ever do you any good but when Jake called you next day to inform that everything is settled between them you stopped yourself from saying anything further. "Whatever, Mina said she'll help me with my groceries so I need to go."

You bid Jay goodbye and made your way towards the store Mina had sent the address to, you remember her gushing about them selling the groceries more fresher than other stores. You smiled, waving your hand as you called out her name, she turned around, running towards you and engulfing you in a hug. "Okay let's shop." You followed her lead, "Mina," you called out as both of you were picking up items listed on your phone, she hummed in response, "can I ask you something?"

"Yes, ask me anything." She grinned as she pushed the cart towards the cash counter when her phone lit up with multiple notifications. "You and Jake," you collected your groceries in the bag, "how long have you been together?" Mina hurriedly replied before placing her phone back in her pocket, "hmm? almost 3 years." You nod, taking the bags from the counter and make your way towards your car. "Three years is a long time, so even if you guys do fight, it ends up fine right?"

She glanced at you, helping you keep the bag in the backseat of your car, "I mean yes, it isn't like this is our first fight. We handle it very well." You hum in acknowledgement, three years, no wonder they get along so well. Mina nudged you playfully as you got lost in your head, "you good?" You laugh with all your teeth, "totally." Mina doesn't question you further, both of you sit inside your car and you drive off to drop Mina before going home.

You felt your phone ring when you were about to go to sleep, switching the lamp on, you answered the call, "Jake?" You heard some mixed voices from the other side before it got silent, "why didn't you take me with you for grocery shopping?" You frowned as you heard Jake whine, "she suggested me, I would've went with you if you suggested first."

"Mina this is not fair, you are literally plotting to replace me from her life." You heard Jake accuse and Mina shot back, "I'm not doing that, don't accuse me of things I didn't do." You laughed at their bickering but stopped when you heard Mina's phone ringing followed by a complete silence. "You need to spend time with me too!"

"Yes, Jake. I will, where did Mina go?" You could picture Jake pouting as he let out a huff, "I don't know, she's always on her phone these days, barely spends time with me." You nodded, your mind drifting towards the countless times Mina's phone rang. You figured it wouldn't be Jake since he was working overtime, that made you question who's taking Mina's attention so much.

"It's okay," you consoled, talking with him for a few more minutes and hung up. It was a long week ahead but you were looking forward to the weekend, maybe you'd be able to relax a bit and explore the city more. Your phone buzzed with a notification and you looked at the screen to see a text message from Mina. 'Don't mind him, he's just dramatic. I won't mind ditching him for you.' You laughed before sending her a reply and drifting off to sleep.

"Jay, don't worry about it. You'll do great," you were on a call with Jay, trying to encourage him for his upcoming presentation. "Figured you'd say this but you were just like this last week when it was your turn." You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, "yes that's exactly why I'm telling you not to worry. The clients are very easy going, I have worked with them on a short project." Jay sighed, probably pacing around his room, "okay, I believe you." You smiled, "good, now go to sleep."

You hung up the call and changed into an oversized t-shirt and shorts when you heard it, a faint tap. You frown, halting your actions, then you hear it again, a little bit clearer this time, a little sharper. Your stomach flips when you realise the sounds are coming from the window, you gulped, slowly making your way towards it when you hear another tap. You wipe the sweat formed on your hand on your shorts and move aside the curtain to check.

And there he is. Jake. Standing below your window like it's not a big deal. You open the window, disbelief written all over your face. He smiled up at you before yelling, "Rapunzel, let your hair down." You closed your eyes to prevent saying anything harsh, your mind still hazy with confusion, "I'm not letting my hair down, what are you even trying to do?" He laughed at your words, and you found yourself staring at him, with hoodie half-zipped, hair messy due to wind, one hand still clutching a small pebble in his hand but he's grinning like he had won a lottery.

"Your window is closer than your phone, I tried calling you but it kept saying you were busy." You stared at him, "it's almost midnight." He nodded, "I couldn't sleep." You shut your mouth after that, knowing all too well how he used to reach out to you whenever he had a struggle sleeping. And just as you were about to yell at him that you'll unlock the door, he started climbing.

"Wait-Jake? No! What the hell are you trying to do?" He gripped the drain pipe with one hand as his other helped in hoisting himself up, "will you chill?" He muttered, swinging one leg over the windowsill and slipping into your room with a soft thud. You stepped back instinctively, "are you being serious?" You crossed your arms across your chest, "This isn't high school, I live alone now, why would you climb through my window?"

He dusted his hands, slipping his shoes off and running off to keep them on the shoe cabinet near the entrance. He comes back, taking a look at your room like he hasn't seen it before. "Nice bed sheet," he smirked, clearly avoiding answering your previous question. "Nice trespassing," you retorted, which made him laugh. He shrugged his shoulders, slipping off his hoodie, now wearing only a t-shirt, he made his way towards your bed and sat leaning against the headboard, like it's his.

"I didn't want to be alone," he confessed, his voice quieter than before, "this was the only place I could think of to come, didn't know where else to go." Your heart tugged at the way his shoulders dropped as he talked, you nodded your head as you sat on the edge of your bed, "where's Mina?" He looked at you, his lips pouting a bit, "she's out I guess, told me she'd be busy."

Jake didn't say anything for a while, just removed his watch, wallet and phone and kept it on your nightstand and laid down on your bed. You stayed where you were, now cross legged as you sat there and watched him without really meaning to. "Did you ever think about me when you were away?" He questioned, his voice low. You glanced at him before focusing your gaze on your lap, "always."

He looked at you, eyes following the way your hands fidgeted, "Did you ever think about us?" You tilt your head up and he was already looking at you, "of course I did. You're my best friend, without you it felt a bit empty." He shifted in his place, smiling at your words, "it's kind of wild right, how we managed to live our lives without each other, all the time that passed, all the chances we missed."

You don't answer him, too scared that your voice may betray you, too scared that your feelings would be overwhelmed if you dwell on that topic any more. Jake exhaled a deep breath, slowly reaching his hand towards you, fingers open, palm up. "Come here." Your heart stuttered, but you didn't say anything. You don't ask why, you force yourself to not overthink about it or try to find meaning behind his actions. You just take his hand, get up and lie down beside him, being careful of the distance. Almost touching, always almost.

Jake cleared his throat, and you huff out a breath, staring at the ceiling. "Still can't sleep?" You ask, head turning towards him as he keeps on staring at the ceiling. "Not really," Jake mumbled, turning his body towards you. "What are you thinking about?" You mumbled, not daring to ruin the moment, he stayed quiet for a second, "nothing in particular, just how things have been lately." You nod, looking away, heart hammering in your chest as you force yourself to sleep.

You're not sure why you asked Mina to meet today, but here she is, sitting in front of you in a cozy cafe she mentioned she wanted to take you to. You watch her sipping her drink, eyes focused on the foam, smiling in a way someone does when their mind is floating in the cloud. "Can I share something with you?" Mina's voice brought you back from your thoughts. "Hm? Tell me," you smiled, sipping on your coffee as you waited for her.

"Heeseung asked me if I wanted to go to the open mic tonight," she started, glancing at you occasionally, "have you met Heeseung yet?" You shook your head no, "I met him in the passing, didn't get a proper chance to talk to him." Mina hummed, "do you think I should go?" You tilt your head, thinking about it, "is Jake going with you?"

"No, he is working overtime yet again. He wouldn't be interested anyway." You hummed, leaning your head on your palm, "then you should go." She smiled at you, a little giddy, a little nervous, "do you remember the dress I wore at Jungwon's party? The red one?" You nodded your head, "yeah, I remember. You looked great in that." Mina sat up straight, placing both her hands on the table, "you think so?" She giggled then her phone's notification went off and you frowned.

"Jake's really been on the edge lately..." Mina started, making you confused, "why?" You questioned. "He's been kind of very protective of me lately," she looked out the cafe as if she's thinking about something, "I think he is worried." You sit straight, clearing your throat, "why would he be worried? Is everything fine between you two?" She sipped her drink, "everything is fine between us, I guess he doesn't want me to get hurt."

You don't reply to her, focusing all of your attention on finishing your drink. Of course Jake would be protective of her, he has every right to. Maybe he thinks with you in the picture Mina might get hurt because both of you share past memories which she wasn't a part of. You swallow the lump in your throat, "are you planning on going to that music fest you were gushing about?" And just like that the topic of the conversation shifted.

You were excited to spend your Friday night watching reruns of your favorite show. You showered, changing into your pajamas and arranging your pillows to maximise your comfort when your phone rang, disrupting your peace. You groan, looking at the screen. Jake. "What are you doing?" You frowned before answering, "nothing, why?" There was a beat of silence before he spoke again, "can you come over?"

"Mina told me you both were planning on going out to eat, why are you calling me?" You heard Jake sigh dramatically, "can't I call my best friend to hangout with?" You rolled your eyes but stood up to get dressed regardless, "I'll be there in few." You hung up the call, getting ready to go to him. You internally thanked yourself that you didn't cook anything.

You reached his apartment, ringing the doorbell, you waited for him. Jake opened the door, and you stepped in, frowning a bit when he didn't step aside. His hands reached up to take your bag off your shoulder and help you with your jacket. You slipped off your shoes as he hung your jacket, "why's your apartment so dark?" You questioned and instead of answering, he stepped closer, embracing you in his arms. Your arms circled around his neck despite confusion creeping up on you because of his actions.

He held your hand and made his way towards his bedroom, and you followed him mindlessly. He left your hand as he opened the door of his balcony and your steps halted. "Jake-" you couldn't bring yourself to continue what you were about to say. In front of you was a cozy dinner date set up, with candles and roses perched upon the table. Fairy lighting was hanging up from the ceiling, casting a warm glow on your face.

You swallowed, eyes roaming around the small set up before they landed on Jake, "where's Mina?" You asked, noticing her absence in the apartment. Jake's smile flattered but he masked it just a quickly, "she's busy, something came up so she isn't here." You nodded, making your way towards the set up as he pulled out a chair for you. He had planned a date with Mina but since she couldn't make it, he called you. Your heart tightened at the thought but you understood. With the amount of effort and money spent on this, you'd have done the same.

Both of you ate the dinner in silence aside from occasionally discussing how amazing the food was. And you found your thoughts drifting off to how lucky Mina is to be able to experience this with him. But you wondered what could be more important than spending time with your boyfriend on a weekend.

You offered to do the dishes while Jake cleaned the table, "Jake, there's stain on my shirt, can you give me a clean shirt?" Jake threw one of his t-shirt at you when you made your way towards his bathroom to get changed. "Put your shirt in the laundry, I'll return it to you tomorrow," Jake yelled as you closed the door behind you.

You changed into his t-shirt, the scent of his detergent along with a quiet musky smell, mixed with something sweet but so Jake engulfed you. You sighed, feeling your heartbeat quickened but you made your way out of his bathroom and towards their washing machine. You threw your shirt in the basket, crouching down to pick up a grey hoodie that fell off.

The strong scent of cedarwood and leather hit your nose, a contrast to what you were used to smelling around Jake and Mina. You frowned but tossed the hoodie back inside the basket. You made your way towards the living room where Jake was, "did you change your perfume? Or use an alternate one?" You asked, leaning against the back of the couch.

"No? I only use the one which I'm wearing right now," you hummed, heading swirling with confusion, "why?" Jake asked as he looked at you. "Nothing. Just asking," you shrugged, "let's watch a movie?" He nodded, selecting the movie of your choice as he sat beside you. Hours passed by, the clock struck past 12, the ending credits rolled out but Mina still didn't show up.

"I think I should go," Jake turned around to protest when the door clicked open, "thanks for having me today Jake, but I need to run some errand tomorrow early morning, it will be better if I'll go." You made your way towards the door to see Mina slipping off her heels, still in her work attire. "Hi babe!" She squealed as soon as she spotted you. You smiled, greeting her in return, then she made her way towards the living room before turning back to you, "had fun on your little date?" She giggled and you followed her inside the kitchen, leaving Jake sitting alone in the living room.

"Where were you?" You asked and she put the glass of water on the counter, "working, you know how bosses can be." She pouted, her shoulders slouched. You nodded your head, "I was just heading out, good night and rest well okay?" She nodded, opening her arms for you to hug and you chuckled, stepping closer to engulf her in a hug. "Good night babe," she mumbled, nuzzling her head at the crook of your neck. As soon as her hands wrapped around you, the strong cedarwood smell mixed with leather hit you again and you stiffened in her hold.

"Mina," you called out, pulling a bit away from her, "were you working late alone?" She shook her head, "yes, that's the reason it took so much time to finish." You took a deep breath, stepping away from her, "I see, I'll meet you tomorrow." You bid Jake goodbye and made your way out of their apartment before your mind ate you up again, trying to read into things.

You made your way out of the elevator of your apartment after a hectic day at work, grimacing when you opened the door just thinking about making dinner. You came out of the shower, still feeling the tiredness seeping deep in your bones, you decided making ramyeon would be the best option. Just as you were about to head to the kitchen, your phone rang.

"Open the window, Rapunzel." Your eyes widened as you rushed to open the window and lo and behold, there he was, balancing himself and giving you a shit eating grin as soon as his feet landed on your bedroom. "Why can't you knock on my door like a normal person?" You pushed his shoulder, "where's the fun in that? Plus I bought food, let's eat." Your eyes finally landed on the bag of food in his hands, "how did you even manage to climb up with this in your hand?"

You followed him towards your kitchen, and started plating the door as he went ahead to slip off his shoes and clean himself up. "You're been coming here way too much," you squint your eyes at Jake who just scratched the back of his head, laughing awkwardly, "why? Do you not like my company?" He was amused as both of you sat down to eat, "it's not that, earlier you and Mina always visited together, I thought you both would continue to do so, it's slightly surprising she isn't around as much as she used to."

Jake's smile flattered a bit, but he shook his head. "She's too busy these days, things are not how they used to be," then his eyes found yours, "you don't find me annoying right? I can totally stop coming here if you want more alone time." Your chest tightens at his words and you reach out to gently squeeze his hand in yours, "why would you say that? If I did find you annoying, you'd be the first person to read into my actions."

Jake laughed, nodding in agreement, because yes, he was someone who could read you the easiest and that's why he was confused as to why you were behaving so distantly with him than you used to, almost like you were slipping away. "My door's always open for you, Jake." He looked at you for a second before his hand turned up to hold yours, "I know."

You sighed as both of you continued to eat the dinner in silence, Mina was spending less time in their apartment, she always bailed out of the plans last minute leaving you and Jake alone. Always so busy, always texting on her phone, you wondered if there was someone who was occupying her time. And somehow you couldn't forget about the scent of different cologne on that grey hoodie and on Mina when you had dinner with Jake, that night.

It was late at night, you had completed all of your chores and were snuggled up on your bed. The series you've been meaning to watch played in front of you, sighing you looked at the time then back towards your laptop screen. "What am I waiting for?" You wondered out loud as you focused your attention back on the screen. Your eyes kept on drifting towards your phone, groaning you closed the laptop and decided to sleep instead.

It was the weekend, after all these months you finally got the time to have a weekend all to yourself, without Jake, without Mina, without Jay, just you. But somewhere along the way, you started getting used to having them around, especially on weekends. You had no idea where Mina was, and Jake had informed you he'd be out with his coworkers. You huffed a breath, pulling the covers over your head and closing your eyes.

The shrill of your callertune in the otherwise silent room woke you up from your slumber, patting your bed to find your phone, you opened one eye to realize it was Jake. You sat up, looking at the time, it was way almost midnight. You picked up the phone, voice still groggy from the sleep, "hello? Jake?" You called out, you could hear faint music coming from the background yet no one spoke then just as you decided to call his name once again, a voice rang, "um hi, this is Sunoo, Jake's coworker."

"Sunoo? Um where's Jake?" You could hear rustling from the other end, followed by a loud huff and then Sunoo's voice spoke, "Jake's passed out beside me, can you pick him up? I'll send you the location." You got up from your bed, already rummaging through your closet for your jeans and t-shirt, "Passed out? Gosh, why does he drink so much when he knows he can't handle it. I'll be there as soon as possible, send me the location. Thank you." You hung up the phone, grabbing your keys to get down into your car and your phone screen lit up with a text message from Jake.

You reached the location, eyes wandering around to find Jake and his friends. You called Jake's phone to inform Sunoo about your arrival and he yelled your name when he spotted you near the entrance. "Geez, he isn't even sitting straight," you complained as Sunoo gave you Jake's phone and helped you to carry him till your car. "I tried calling Mina, but she wasn't picking up her phone so I called you instead. I'm sorry if I ruined your night but my house is too far to take him with me."

"It's okay, Sunoo. I'll handle him. Thanks for taking care of him for the meantime. I wasn't really doing anything so it's fine with me," you gave his shoulder a small squeeze in reassurance and got inside the car to drive Jake back to his apartment. You glanced at him as he slept on the passenger's seat, his brows furrowed as if he'd been stressed about something. You sighed, pulling up inside his parking lot.

"Jake! Wake up," you shook him as you opened his side of the door, "I can't carry you till your apartment, you need to at least be awake, come on." You took off his seatbelt, and he stirred a bit. You sighed in relief and pulled him out of the car, locking it behind you. He draped his hand on your shoulder, leaning all of his weight on you, which made you stumble a bit. "Give me strength!" You muttered under your breath as one of your hands slid across his waist to help him walk.

The walk from parking lot to elevator and then from elevator till his apartment door was more difficult than you imagined. But you managed anyway, you unlocked the door, internally congratulating yourself for being smart enough to get his keys before you pulled him out of the car. The apartment was dark, with no sign of life. You switched it on and dragged Jake towards his bedroom.

"Wow, that was one hell of a struggle," you wiped the sweat off of your forehead after you laid him on his bed. You slipped off his shoes and put in the box where he keeps his collection, took off his jacket and accessories he wore and pulled the covers on him. Hesitantly, you leaned in, lifting your hand to his forehead, fingers brushing along the crease between his brows, like you could smooth it out, like you could understand the reason behind it. He looked so far away, and you weren’t sure if you were allowed to reach him.

You pulled back, getting up from the bed to leave his apartment. "Where are you going?" Your steps halted and you turned around, "to Mina's room?" You mumbled to yourself, confused, you stepped forward, checking if he was sleep-talking. You raised your eyebrows as his half lidded eyes stared back at you, "I thought you were asleep." Jake grinned lazily before a frown adorned his features, "why do you always leave me?" He sat up, eyes glossy and his cheeks flushed.

"Huh?" You sat in front of him as a tear slipped from his, your hand reached up to wipe it and he leaned into it. He sighed, lips trembling, "things are not how they used to be." Your breath hitched as you remembered him saying those exact words when both of you ate dinner a few weeks ago. They weren't for you, he said those words for Mina. Your eyes landed on his intoxicated self, eyes closed as he nuzzled closer to your hand. He wasn't talking to you, he was thinking about Mina instead.

You pulled away, hands trembling as you clutched your chest to ease the pain. Jake frowned as soon as you pulled away, he reached up, grabbing your neck to pull you closer, "you're doing it again, did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you baby?" Your breath hitched, hands falling on his chest to support yourself. Your nose brushed against his and the smell of alcohol brought you back to your senses. "Jake, you're drunk, what are you doing?"

He whined, tilting his head and leaning closer to trail his lips against your jaw. "I'm not drunk," he sighed against your skin, placing a kiss on your jaw. You closed your eyes, biting your lips and pushed him a little. "Jake please," your voice stuttered as he trailed kisses down your neck, the hand on your neck making your head tilt up and pull at your shirt's collar, another sliding across your waist to pull you closer.

"Do you even realise how much I missed you?" He murmured against your shoulder before sucking on it. "I love you but you keep on pushing me away," he licked the spot which now adorned a purple bruise. You closed your eyes, I love you he said, yet he didn't have you in his mind. His hand slides down to tug at your shirt's button to get more access to your skin, fingers working efficiently to yank it open. "Jake, no!" Your eyes opened in shock and you grabbed his hands, standing up hurriedly to leave his room. You entered his kitchen, switched on the lights and opened his refrigerator to find something to drink.

"I'm too sober for this shit," you mumbled, finding a few bottles of soju, grabbing one and opening it to chug it down. The liquid spilled off your mouth as you drank and it slid down your chest, staining your disheveled shirt. You put the now empty bottle in the trash bin, wiping the soju off your chin. You leaned against the counter, trying to shake off the ghost of Jake's lips on your skin. You made your way towards Mina's room, deciding to at least create distance between you and Jake since you didn't want to leave him alone in the apartment fully intoxicated.

Your steps flattered as you reached for the doorknob of Mina's room, vision titling due to your careless movements. One hand gripped the cool metal while the other reached up to steady the dizziness clouding your head. You barely managed to take a breath when you felt a hand grab your shoulder to turn you around and push you against the door. Your hand slid off the knob, breath shallow as you stared up at Jake, pulse buzzing inside your veins.

The cold wood pressed up against your spine as Jake closed the distance between your bodies, one hand sliding up to the wall beside your head, the other pressing against your stomach just to drag them towards your side. You winced slightly when his fingers dug in your skin, he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek. His head dropped on your shoulder, and you heard a quiet whimper escape his lips before his body started trembling against yours as he sobbed.

"I'm so sorry," he cried, hands clutching the fabric of your shirt, "Jake? Why are you crying?" You questioned as you rubbed his back to console him. "I don't know where I went wrong," your stomach churned with the way his voice cracked. He pulled away and you wiped the tears that flowed down his cheeks. His hands lifted up to cup your face, cheeks flushed red and eyes glassy as he looked at you. "My baby," he whispered, dipping his head low to capture your lips in between his.

You gasp against his lips, and he took it as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, tilting his head to the side. Your hands grab his shoulders, to support yourself or to push him away, you can't figure out because your brain isn't cooperating with your body. The soju you drank hums low in your veins, your limbs feeling heavier and your thoughts lighter.

He pulled away to catch his breath, your nails dug on his shoulder as you tried to gather your thoughts, "you're drunk." His lips part, and you blink up at him, his name's the only thing echoing in your brain. "So are you," he smirked, eyes darting towards your lips, "but both of us aren't drunk enough to imagine this, are we?" And the way he said those words, mixed with the way his eyes were locked into you as if you're the only thing that mattered made you do something which sober you would definitely regret.

Your hands reached up, fingers brushing against his jaw, you pulled him towards you, grounding both of you into the moment. His hands settled on your waist, and your spine arched against the door. The soju in your body made you aware of every little thing that happened, the way he leaned his to connect his lips to yours, his breath against your mouth, the slight trembled in your chest, the way his hands bunched up the fabric of your shirt, everything.

"I love you," he confessed, like it pained him to not say it out loud, he bent down, breaking his kiss and carried you towards his bedroom. You couldn't think of anything else other than his intoxicating scent. You wrapped your hands around his neck as he laid you down on his bed, hovering above you. "I hope you'll forgive me, cause I can't stop. Please, I need you." He kissed you again, his hands working on your shirt's button, this time though, you don't stop him. Your hands instead tug at the hem of his t-shirt and he broke the kiss, pulling his t-shirt over his head and throwing it away without a care.

He stayed like that for a while, kneeling between your spread legs, chest heaving, mouth parted and eyes focused solely on you. His hands traced your thighs, slow and deliberate like he had all the time in the world, and you shivered, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by this gaze. His hands slide up, now lurking dangerously near the waistband of your pants, eyes a little glassy but still focused on you.

You lift your hips off of the bed, and he took it as a sign to slide your pants down alone with your panties. Your thighs closed around his hips as the cool air brushed against your wet folds, Jake frowned, fingers digging on your thighs as he dragged them till your knees to open them wider, "don't you dare to hide away from me." He grabbed one of your legs, hoisting it over his shoulder, kissing your ankle but never his eyes off you. You gulped, fisting the sheets. "So beautiful," he breathed, laying down on his stomach, one leg still perched over his shoulder, the other pinned down by his hand.

His lips travelled down from your stomach, trailing kisses and bite marks across as he dipped lower and lower. He kissed your inner thigh before he pulled his tongue out to drag it against your slit. Your hips jolted with his sudden movements, hands instinctively reaching down to grab his hair, "Jake." He hummed against your pussy, sending vibration against it. Your toes dug onto his back as you moaned, back arching against the bed.

He continued to lap at your core like he couldn't stop, his movements a little messy but eager. You bit your lips to suppress your moans and he reached out one of his hands to grab your chin, "wanna hear you make those pretty sounds baby." He then rested his hand against your stomach and pin you in place as he resumed his actions. "You taste so sweet baby, could stay here for hours," he smirked against your pussy, sucking on you and smiling as your moans got louder. His nose brushed against your clit, "fuck, Jake," you cried, head thrown back, "feels so good."

"Yeah?" He questioned, now rubbing your clit in circular motions as he continued to lick on your pussy. Your body jolted with the added pressure on your clit, a tight knot forming in your stomach, "Jake, I think-" you moaned, unable to express yourself with how good he made you feel, "I'm gonna cum." He nodded, never stopping his actions even when his hair stung from where you were pulling them. Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, sudden and all consuming and he pulled away after he made sure there was nothing left to waste.

He climbed up, your hands reaching up to wipe the cum that stained his chin. He laughed at your actions, then dipped his head to capture your lips in a kiss, making you taste yourself. You dragged your hands down his chest towards the button of his pants, pulling it open, he stood up to remove his pants and boxers and come back towards you.

A sigh left your lips as you cupped his face to pull him closer, his hands slid behind your back to unclasp the hook of your bra. His other hand pulled one of the bra straps off your shoulder, then removed the piece of clothing fully from your body.

"Fuck, why are you so beautiful?" He wondered, nibbling one of your nipples while his other hand squeezed the neglected one. He took notice of your blissed out state and adjusted a little to position the tip of his cock against your entrance. You gasped at the contact, gripping his arms to anchor yourself. He shifted his attention on your other boob, lips wrapping around the sensitive bud as he pushed it slowly. "Need you to relax for me," he muttered, looking down to where both of you were connected, "yeah?" He looked back up at your face and you nodded, once he felt your body relax, he slowly pushed more, half moaning, half groaning at the way your walls sucked him in. He nuzzled his head on your shoulder once he bottomed out, resisting the urge to move.

"Shit, you're so warm and so tight." He groaned, kissing your neck to distract his thoughts, "tell me when you're ready." You nodded against his shoulder, getting overwhelmed by how full you felt. "Jake," you whispered, voice trembling, "move please." He perched himself on his elbows, kissing your forehead once before leaning his forehead against it. He sighed, pulling out till only the tip of his cock was buried in you, biting his lips, he slammed right in. "Jake, shit." You moaned, the friction of his cock against your walls too good to handle.

He rocked his hips against yours, finding his rhythm. Your breath got caught in your throat, a startled gasp leaving your lips as he picked up his pace. He moaned loudly when he felt your clenching around him, again and again, sucking him right in. His fingers dug against your hips as he sat straight, lifting and angling your hips in order to thrust into you more deeply. Your eyes rolled back, fingers grasping for his hands as the new angle. "Baby, you feel so good, so good I can't stop," he whimpered, head clouded with the thoughts of chasing both of your releases.

One of his hands slid down to rub circles around your clit, overstimulating your breast sensitive bud. "Jake, I'm close again," your tears fell down your cheeks, the sight making Jake's hips tremble. "Me too baby, fuck you look so beautiful right now, wish I could take a picture," his words made you clenched around his harder and without warning, you felt your orgasm wash over you, soaking his lower abdomen a bit as you trembled in his hold. He followed soon after, ropes of cum spilling inside you, hot and warm, his movements slowed enough and then he stopped completely.

He dropped his weight on you, still buried deep inside you. Jake's breath evened out, too tired to move, his eyes fluttered close. And you don't remember when your own tiredness washed over you, pulling you back into slumber, too blissed out to mull over the consequences of your actions.

You groaned slightly when you heard the ringtone of your phone. Your hands reached out towards the sound, patting the bed till it reached your phone. You squint your eyes, adjusting towards the brightness, the call went off. The silence that followed after that was more deafening than any sound, you felt a weight half draped at your side, you could feel another heart beating against your skin. You sucked in a breath, slowly removing yourself away from Jake's hold. Your phone rang again, you lowered the volume and looked back to see Jake was still deep in sleep.

You threw Jake's t-shirt over your head, shutting his bedroom door behind, you picked up the phone, making your way inside Mina's room for privacy. "Hello?" You cleared your throat, "Hey! I'm so sorry I had to call you this late, you must've been asleep," Mina's cheerful voice rang on the other end of the call. "Wow you're really cheerful for someone who should be asleep," you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. You heard a distant voice coming from her end, a call of her name, followed by Mina's awkward laugh.

"Umm...yeah....uh....I just saw multiple calls from Jake on my phone, it was on silent so I couldn't attend it, he puts his phone on vibration mode while sleeping so I knew it would be useless to call him so I called you instead, did you get any calls from him?" You sighed, eyes falling on the faint imprints of Jake's fingers on your thighs. "You there?" Mina asked nervously. "Yeah, he passed out so I brought him back to the apartment," your hands dug into her mattress as you waited for her to say something.

"Oh my god! He can get reckless sometimes, though I'm glad you are there to take care of him, I can sleep well knowing he's safe in your care," the relief in her voice made your heart ache with something you couldn't name, but you hummed in response, "where are you?" You heard her take a deep breath, "my friend's house." You sighed but didn't question her further, "friend?" You reached up to massage your temple, "yeah, Suzy." You frowned, paying attention to the background, you remember watching Suzy's snapchat stories, she isn't even in the city. "Okay, take care." You hung up the phone.

Your mind went back to the voice that called out Mina's name, the voice was soft yet deep and it was crystal clear that it belonged to a man. Mina was in Suzy's house, she lives alone and is dating a girl, so why is there a man? Did Jake figure that out? Was he upset and drank too much because he found out what Mina was upto? Did he drink too much because he realized Mina was slipping away from him and would eventually leave him?

All of this made you feel more guilty than you previously did, especially after you let your emotions get the best out of you and you took advantage of his vulnerable state. God, how desperate could you get?

You buried your head on your hand, heart racing as fear creeped inside you, how will Jake react when he wakes up? What will be the fate of your friendship after this? You felt angry at yourself for giving in so easily, Mina was cheating on Jake, and he got drunk and you stupidly took advantage of that situation to fulfill your own desires. You weren't sure if you'd be able to see yourself in the mirror feeling ashamed.

You got up, quietly making your way back inside Jake's room, he was still sleeping, lips parted as he snored softly, you sighed in relief and gathered your clothes. Heading towards his bathroom, you cleaned yourself and got dressed. You washed your face, making sure there weren't any signs that would indicate something happened between you both. You gathered Jake's clothes, throwing his pants and t-shirt in the laundry basket.

Now you just need to clean him and make him wear his boxers but you weren't sure how deep it was in his sleep. Still you made your way towards the bed, and he shifted to lay on his back. You held your breath, waiting to see if he would wake up but when he gave no sign of consciousness, you sighed. Taking the warm cloth, you removed the covers from his body to clean him as much as you could, starting from his mouth, then his hands and finally his lower body. You were glad you didn't leave any marks on him. You put the cloth away, adjusting him a little and made him wear his boxers.

You wiped the sweat formed on your head and neck, and stepped away after making sure there all the things were placed as they were before you two got intimate and then made your way out of his room. Checking the time, you made your way out of his apartment and into your car. You trembled as soon as your hands fell on the steering wheel, legs bouncing in nervousness, but you took a few deep breaths and pulled out of the parking lot and towards your apartment.

First thing you did after you entered your apartment was to brush your teeth then throw your clothes in the laundry and take a warm shower to calm yourself. Dressing yourself in a fresh pair of clothes, and laying on your bed, thinking about everything that has happened. You felt your head buzzing, the lack of sleep getting into you, the adrenaline fading away in the safety of your apartment. Your last thought before you drifted off to sleep was whether Jake will forgive you after what happened, because Jake may call you his Rapunzel, but she wasn't a homewrecker like you at least.

You groaned, stirring in your sleep as you sat up to find your phone, grabbing it to see it had a missed call from Jake. Your eyes widened, realising that he would have been awake by now. You were contemplating whether you should call him back when your screen lit up with his name again. "Shit," you bit your nails but picked up the call anyway.

"Where are you?" His voice was sharp, and you winced thinking of the right words to say, "um, my apartment." You heard him suck in a breath, "come to my apartment, need to talk to you." Sweat formed on your palms at the tone of his voice but you found yourself agreeing to come nonetheless.

You hesitated before pressing his doorbell, he opened the door as if he was waiting for you to ring it. You smiled awkwardly and entered the apartment with tentative steps and he closed the door, walking past you to head towards the kitchen. You followed him, sitting on the high stool beside the counter, you waited for him to speak. You observed as he made coffee, his back was turned towards you, shoulder stiffened and a weird tension filled the air around you.

He served you breakfast and the coffee, sitting right in front of you as he made himself comfortable on the other end of the counter. "Why were you at your apartment?" He sipped his coffee, "what type of question is that?" You took a bite of the toast, avoiding his eyes. "Mina called me," he started, briefly glancing your way, "she told me you picked me up from the club." You took a deep breath, "yeah I did-" he put his mug on the counter, "she also told me you were here when she called you early in the morning."

"It's because I was here," you frowned, chill rushing down your veins under his intense eyes, "I had some work, so I left early." He put his hands on the counter, tilting his head at you, "is that so?" You nodded more quickly than you should have, "yes!" He sighed and both of you resumed eating the breakfast. You washed the dishes and he cleaned the counter behind you when he spoke again, "okay, I'll not dance around the topic anymore," he breathed, taking your hand and pulling you towards the living room.

Both of you sat on the couch, with you awkwardly glancing around the room and him focused on you. "Did something happen yesterday?" You turned your head towards him, mouth parting then closing, "um, nothing?" You scratched the back of your ear, "are you sure? Did you put my clothes in the laundry?" Your eyes widened but you shook your head, "do you not remember what happened yesterday?" He leaned against the couch, hands folded across his chest, "what happened?" You gulped, eyes darting towards him and then at the wall behind him, "I picked you up, took off your shoes and jacket, and left to sleep in Mina's room."

"That doesn't explain my clothes in the laundry," he squinted his eyes at you, "I got a call from Mina, since your coworker had initially tried calling her, she asked me about you and everything, after that I came in your room to check on you and your clothes were pooled beside the bed so I put them in the laundry." Your words were frantic, but you hoped he'd take a bait and not question you further.

He looked at you for a few seconds longer, eyes losing their sharpness, he took a shallow breath, clasping his hands together as he looked at you, "are you sure nothing happened between us?" You bit your lips out of nervousness, "us? No, why would you think that?" The corner of his lips twitched, eyes turning glassy but he quickly looked away, taking a deep breath, "okay, if you say so," he picked up the TV remote, "I think I dreamed something which I shouldn't have, it felt too real to be a dream though, but now after talking with you I'm glad to know I didn't do anything I'll regret."

You nodded your head in understanding, turning around to face the TV but your mind was far away, Jake's 'I'm glad to know I didn't do anything I'll regret' rang loudly in your ears. So he thinks being with you is something he will regret. It stung more than you had anticipated, but you knew this would happen. He wasn't yours to begin with.

You sat beside him, laughing at the jokes he tried to crack and comment he made about the scenes but you could hear your heart tearing apart with each passing second. The pain in your chest was suffocating, you needed to distance yourself from him to mend your heart, because you didn't trust yourself around him anymore.

"Are things not going well with you and Mina?" You questioned after the movie ended and all there left was silence in the room. Jake flinched slightly, not expecting you to say anything, "um you could say that." He sighed, leaning against the couch, "we've been fighting a lot, which is stupid because we always solve it as soon as possible." He rubbed his temple, "I'll talk with her when she'll be back." You nodded, slumping against the couch, of course he would try to mend their relationship, they have been with each other for so long.

Your phone has been ringing non stop for the past 10 minutes and you sat on your bed, leaning against the headboard. Your eyes were trained on the way your phone's screen lit up every time Jake called but you didn't pick up. After a while, the call stopped, barely before your phone buzzed with a voice note. You reached out, curiosity taking over as you played note.

"Um, I don't know why you're not picking up your phone, I'm getting worried. If I did anything wrong tell me okay? I will make it up to you just like I always have. Please pick up."

Another voice note chimed in, "I had a talk with Mina, everything is fine between us now. We made things up, and cleared every misunderstanding. I was so focused on my feelings that I never sat down and asked her about how she felt. But when she came back that day and we talked properly after such a long time, I finally understood her and I promised to be better from then on."

Your chest tightened at his words, you remembered Mina telling you about how fights aren't a big deal in between them, of course they would solve these issues too. You exhaled a deep breath, but the sting in your eyes was too overwhelming to control. Your breath shuddered and you buried your head in your hands, trembling, as tears ran down your cheeks. You choked a sob, helplessly gripping your bedsheet to ground you. Avoiding your feelings was the biggest mistake you made, if only you confessed before it was too late, if only. You shook your head, tears streaming down your neck, it was too late, too late.

Another notification erupted and you reached for your phone with a trembling hand, another voice note from Jake. You wiped your nose with the tissue before tossing it in the dustbin, you played the note. "Okay, now I'm not worried, I'm stressed and panicking, are you sick? Maybe that's the reason you aren't picking up the phone. But no worries, I'll take care of you well once I reach your apartment. See you soon, Rapunzel."

What? Your eyes widened, Jake's coming to your apartment? All those attempts at avoiding him only brought him closer to you. Wiping your tears you scrambled you make yourself look at least a bit presentable. You panicked, pacing around your living room to think of any excuse to avoid meeting him. You were deep in thought, fingers tightly clutching on your phone like it personally offended you when your doorbell rang. You screamed loudly, not expecting him to arrive so soon.

You put your hands on your mouth when the doorbell rang again, "open the door, I heard screaming!" You grimaced, knowing that he would climb up your window if you didn't open up so you made your way towards the door, anger bubbling up inside your heart. He wasn't even allowing you to break down properly, why did he have to be so present and so doting and so caring that you couldn't even hate him properly?

"Hi, I knew you were home," Jake wiggled his eyebrows as he brushed past you to enter your apartment. "Hello to you too," you said through gritted teeth. He turned around with that sickeningly sweet smile of his, "it seems like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed." You rolled your eyes as he chuckled, placing a bag on your coffee table, "don't give me an attitude, I brought your favorite pastries for you." Sighing you called out his name but he avoided your voice, making his way towards the TV remote.

"I knew you'd get this cranky-" he chuckled, finally finding the remote.

"Jake."

He ignored you, plopping on the couch as if it was a muscle memory, "the pastries will instantly lift up your mood-"

"Jake, listen to me-"

"Don't worry princess, your prince is here to take care of you." He winked at you, switching through movie titles.

"SIM JAEYUN!"

That seems to startle him enough to stop and stare at you, finally paying attention. "Will you listen to me? I'm trying to talk to you and you keep on deflecting!" His eyebrows crease in confusion, worry lacing over his features, "I am listening to you, I'm not deflecting." You scoffed, running a hand through your hair. He got up, making his way towards you. You turned towards him, jabbing your finger in his chest, "you are."

"I always listen to you," He gulped, chest heaving, not entirely sure about your behavior. "Yeah you do," your lips trembled, "but you listen only when you want to." He swallowed, looking away for a second before his eyes found yours again, "that's-," he huffed, "that's not true."

"Stupid," You whispered but he caught your words. He opened his mouth to retort, but before he could say anything, you stepped forward. Your hands reached up to cup his face, and you pulled him towards you, sealing his lips with yours in a gentle kiss. You didn't try to make the kiss anything more than it was, just a firm press of your lips against his but you hoped he would understand what you wanted to tell him.

You pulled away, hands pressing firmly against his chest as you pushed him out of your apartment. "I hope this kiss told you everything that my voice couldn't," you mumbled as you pushed him out of your door, "I don't want to be your friend anymore Jake, it's better if we never meet each other after this." Jake's eyes snapped back into the moment as those words left your mouth, realization creeping in. He opened his mouth to say something when you slammed the door shut.

He rang the doorbell, knocking the door when he didn't hear any sound from your side, "open the door, let's talk, please, let's talk." You slumped against the door, crouching down as tears slipped from your eyes at his desperate plea, "go away Jake, don't make it any harder for me, I beg you, please go away, I'll do something to myself if you don't." He slammed his head against your head, shutting his eyes close as he choked back a sob. He waited for a minute, before nodding his head in agreement, "okay, if that's what you want."

"Wow, you're eating a lot, I didn't know you had it in you," Jungwon laughed at your words, but nodded, "I missed this food, although I love Japan, home is home." You nodded your head in understanding as you continued to eat. Jungwon had called to meet you at a restaurant and even though you were shocked he returned so abruptly, you were glad he called you because you'd started to feel lonely after cutting Jake off.

"This food is actually very good," you mumbled, nodding your head in appreciation, "I've been eating ramen and cereals for the past few weeks aside from occasionally street food." Jungwon's eyebrow furrowed, "why?" You swallowed the food and went to speak when Jungwon continued, "Also I called Jake to meet up but he said he'll be back in a few days, since he went back home." You smiled, though Jungwon noticed it didn't reach your eyes, "I see."

"Did something happen? I also found it weird that both of you didn't go back home together, you always do that right?" You sighed, knowing the truth would eventually surface anyway, "we had something happen between us, so I broke off our friendship." Jungwon's eyes widened and he choked on his food. You rubbed his back, letting him calm down before you passed him a glass of water.

"Was the fight that bad?" You nodded your head, slumping back against the chair, "yes, it was for the better anyway." Jungwon pouted, squeezing your hand in reassurance, "well if things are bad enough that you need to break off the friendship then you'll be glad to hear that he won't be anywhere near you now." Your eyebrows creased, "what? Why?" Jungwon sighed, "figured you wouldn't know, Jake is moving."

"Why's he moving?" You questioned, feeling your heart race and throat tightened, Jungwon gave you a confused look, "well because of the engagement, what else?" You gave him a blank look and he continued, "I came here early from Japan because of it."

You clutched on the hem of your top, engagement? Jake was getting engaged and then he would be moving away? Him and Mina? They had already resolved their issues and finally decided to take their relationship to the next level? Your ears rang loudly, whatever words Jungwon spoke couldn't even reach you. Sighing, you focused on fighting back your tears so you won't cry in the middle of the restaurant.

Your chest tightened, he chose her in the end. You were never the choice anyway, but you were glad Jake at least knew about your feelings and you won't be drowning in the sea of what ifs. You shook your head, trying to focus back on Jungwon, "-I don't know what will happen now though, especially with you and Jake not being friends anymore, plus your friendship with Mina must have also hit the rock."

You nodded, you had ignored Mina as much as you've avoided Jake so you aren't sure where you stand in your friendship with her. And Jake had always been a responsible person, he must've talked with Mina where it went wrong and decided to act accordingly rather than breaking things off. He looked very happy when he visited you that day for it to be otherwise.

"You didn't break things off with Mina right?" Jungwon questioned, "no, I didn't, not officially at least." He nodded, "then you wouldn't mind coming to the engagement party right? For her sake?" He started cautiously, "I mean, if that's okay with you, I know it would be weird for you to go since Jake will also be there-"

"I'll go," you cut him off, breathing in, "I'll go with you." Jungwon smiled at you, holding your hand in assurance, "you're sure?" You smiled back,squeezing his hand. You don't want to go, but you need to do it in order for your heart to move on, this will be your closure, "I'm sure."

You found yourself standing in front of your mirror, dressed in a lavender colored dress and your high heels. You frowned, trying your best to make your hair behave like you wanted. Your phone rang and a small smile graced your lips as you saw Jungwon's name on the screen. "Are you ready?" His voice echoed through the speaker, "yes, I am."

You took a final look at yourself in the mirror, a laugh escaping your throat as you were reminded of the prom night where your and Jake's friendship started. You promised yourself to never forget the moments shared with him, of the way he supported your dreams and how he made you fall in love. You looked down as your feelings overwhelmed but, taking a deep breath, you made your way out of your apartment. The night was young, the moonlight shining above you as you made your way towards Jungwon's car.

"Jungwon!" You called out, slipping inside his car as he closed the door behind you. "You look pretty," he smiled, taking a look at you. "Thank you, Jungwon," you smiled back, adjusting your hair. "Are you sure you want to go? I think Mina will understand if you decide against it, especially since Jake would be there too." You sighed, giving his arm a squeeze, "I'll be fine, don't worry too much."

You took a deep breath as Jungwon started his car, you don't really know how you'll face him, especially what you'll say. 'Congratulations on getting engaged' that sounded so robotic. What else? 'I always knew you two would end up together?' the hell, he will judge you for saying that, especially after you kissed him. "We're here," Jungwon's voice brought you back to the moment and you could feel your heart in your throat. You had to attend in order to move on.

You got out of the car and walked beside Jungwon inside the venue. Your hands trembled as you entered so you clasped them tightly together. Your mind was swirling with thoughts that you didn't even look where you went and you collided with someone, their hands stabilizing you by holding your arms. You felt the strong scent of cedarwood and leather creeped inside your lungs, all too familiar, followed by a soft breathy whisper of your name.

You tilted your head up, recognizing the voice immediately, "Heeseung?" Mina was cheating on Jake with Heeseung? And he's attending their engagement party like it isn't a big deal? He smiled, engulfing you in a hug. "I didn't know we would finally meet like this," He exhaled, hands squeezing your shoulders just the way he always did when you'd stress over your exams and he would give you his notes to make it easier for you.

Heeseung, Jake's closest friend and yours too. The same Heeseung who always scolded you both when you did something wrong. The same Heeseung who was self righteous enough to always solve the exams without cheating. The same Heeseung who couldn't say no to his parents and tried law to make them happy, the same Heeseung who disappointed them and pursued business instead. You couldn't believe he was capable enough to betray Jake by being with Mina behind his back. This had to be a prank.

He said something and excused himself and went away, but you stood there, still in shock. Jungwon nudged you, taking your hand and dragging you towards the drink section. "You stay here, I need to meet someone." He left you alone for a while. You ordered a drink, sipping it leisurely as your eyes scanned the room in search of Jake.

"You came!" You didn't have to turn around to recognize the voice, Mina. She stood in front of you, eyes twinkling in excitement as she hugged you tight. She looked beautiful, more beautiful than you last remember. Well, the saying happiness makes you glow must be right. The ring on her left hand shined brighter but nothing could beat the smile on her face. "I'm so happy to see you here," she pouted.

Mina grabbed both of your hands, giving it a gentle squeeze but all you could feel was how these were the same hands which held both Jake and Heeseung. "I was worried you wouldn't come," she smiled awkwardly, "especially after...you know..." you looked at her confused, heart beating loudly as you waited for her to continue, "...Jake told me everything." If you could dig up a hole and bury yourself right then, you'd have done it. Surely Jake would tell her everything, this was inevitable but how were you supposed to answer her now? That you kissed her fiancee without his consent then broke off your friendship?

Mina noticed the way the color drained away from your face and she stuttered, "shit, I shouldn't have brought up that topic, it must be awkward for you, I'm so sorry." You shook your head, "no don't apologize, this is embarrassing but I'm fine." Mina nodded, "thank you for coming to my engagement party regardless, I've always considered you a good friend of mine."

You smiled at Mina, though you wanted to do nothing more than yell at her for taking Jake's love for granted but the way she looked at you, the way she apologized, maybe she realized the weight of her actions and chose Jake. Mina bid you goodbye when someone called her and you turned back towards the counter to get your drink.

Standing by the counter, with your drink in one hand you realized how complicated your life had become since you came back to the country. You looked at your phone to check any new notifications, sighing when there wasn't any. You groaned, how will it even be possible, all of your friends were currently attending the engagement party, everyone was here.

Your eyes fell upon the stage and your breath got caught in your throat, there he stood, Jake, in his stupid tuxedo, with his stupid smile plastered on his stupid face as he talked with Mina, Heeseung and Jungwon, laughing at something Heeseung said. You watched the way Mina threw her head back laughing, covering her mouth with her diamond ring cladded hand as she hooked her hand in Heeseung's arm. Stupid Jake, can't he see how the two people he trusted the most are betraying him? Couldn't he see the signs right in front of him.

You couldn't bring yourself to watch him be so stupid. Usually you'd have plenty of reasons up your sleeves in order to run away from your problems but today, Jake's stupidity would be the reason for your escape. You sighed, finishing your drink in one go, taking one last glance at the stage, you frown when you noticed Jake's absence. Whatever, the ring on Mina's hand was enough of your closure, you took a deep breath, texting Jungwon that you'd be leaving early, you made your way towards the exit at the back of the venue.

Your heels clicked against the floor, you unlocked your phone to book a cab. You groaned after getting your ride cancelled yet again. Who even decided to throw the party at such a venue? And why are these driver's rejecting you as if you aren't going to pay them? With a frustrating sigh, you slipped your phone inside the pocket of your dress. Stupid drivers, stupid venue, stupid Jake, and stupid feelings, fuck everything.

You stomped your foot in annoyance as you walked and unfortunately you lost your balance as your heel got caught on a cracked space on the floor and broke off. You yelped, losing your balance when two hands gripped your waist, stabilizing you. Grabbing onto the shoulder and blazer of the person, your eyes widened when you realized who caught you. "You have a weird habit of falling right into my arms, Rapunzel."

Right, out of all the people who could've caught you, it had to be Jake. Destiny was playing with your feelings at this point. You couldn't find your voice as you stared at him but then you snapped back, standing up properly. "You're still clumsy, nothing much changed after high school right?" He chuckled and you cursed at your stomach for doing that weird little flip it did whenever you heard his laugh.

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, "look, I think you should go back inside." He frowned, stepping closer, "why do you want me to go inside?" You clicked your tongue, did he really ask you that? "What do you mean why? Isn't Mina still inside?" You questioned, tilting your head slightly to look at him in the eyes. "What does Mina being inside have anything to do with me being inside? And why shouldn't I be here? Just because you decided to end our friendship, doesn't mean I'll give up on us."

"What are you even saying?" You snapped, crossing your arms across your chest, "what am I saying? I'm your friend after all, right? A petty little thing isn't going to get in our way." You rubbed your head, feeling the headache creeping in, friend? After the kiss you shared, he still had the audacity to say that you two are friends. Was he mocking your feelings?

"Go back inside Jake, I'm tired of this," you mumbled, not having energy to yell at him. He scoffed, digging his hands inside his pockets, "why do you keep telling me to go inside? Mina has her fiancee with her there, she'll do just fine without me. Heeseung is there for her." Your eyes widened, and you could feel your heart drop to your stomach in real time, "what? Heeseung? Mina? Fiancee?" Jake nodded his head, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Yes, Heeseung and Mina, he proposed to her after finally getting the courage." Fuck. All the time you thought Mina was cheating on Jake with Heeseung when in reality they were the real couple all along? And when Jungwon mentioned about the engagement, he didn't really mention Heeseung so you assumed it was of Mina and Jake. "So, Mina and Heeseung were dating, and he finally proposed to her?"

"That's exactly what I'm trying to tell you." He threw in hands in exasperation, "Mina had been in love with Heeseung for so long, and he kept on avoiding her because he thought he didn't deserve her after he disappointed his parents, but finally after a long talk, he finally confessed about his feelings and now they are engaged." You were too shocked to even react to his rambling. All these time you thought Mina was dating Jake but it was never the case? Now you sure looked like a fool standing there with all your delusions.

"Are you even listening to me?" His voice rang in your ears but you dip your head low, too embarrassed to even look at him. You internally cringed at yourself for calling him stupid when in reality it was you. "Rapunzel, come on, don't ignore me like that now." He complained, stepping closer, "I'm trying to say something, can you at least pay attention to me?"

He sighed, and you could literally feel the annoyance radiate off of him. "You left me with no choice," you frowned at his words, finally tilting your head up only for him to step closer. His palms cradled your face, you barely had the time you let out a gasp before his lips were on yours, sudden but firm, just like you did.

He pulled away slightly, hands still cupping your face as he mumbled "you weren't listening, I had to do something about it." You felt heat crawl up your face as you looked at him, a simple kiss, yet it spoke so many things your mouths couldn't. He smiled, feeling proud to have your eyes back on him, "see, it worked, now you're paying attention to me."

You didn't speak, too stunned to find your voice. He rolled his eyes, sighing deeply, "come on, don't pretend you didn't get what I wanted to say," his lips curled into his signature smirk as he leaned closer, "even I got the message when you did the same." A tear escaped your eye and he was quick enough to wipe it. "Why are you crying baby?" He mumbled, resting his forehead against yours. "Are you sure about this?" You hiccuped, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that he is standing in front of you, and that he loves you, just like you do.

Jake sighed, tucking your hair behind your ear and tilt your head so he could look into your eyes more clearly, "you don't realize how long I've waited for this, every moment I spent away from you was torture for me. You always have this habit of running away and somehow run into my arms, you think I'd be strong enough to hold you in my arms but I wasn't strong enough to get back up when I fell for you." He kissed your forehead with a shaky breath, "I love you, I've been in love with you ever since you ran straight into my arms at prom night."

"Jake," you whispered, closing the distance between you and easing into his welcoming embrace, "I love you too, always have. I don't mind running away from everyone else if it means I'll run into your arms, I shouldn't have pushed you away." You closed your eyes as more tears pool inside your eyes, Jake dropped his head on your shoulder, rubbing your back to console you as you cried.

You both stayed like that for a while, just basking in each other's presence after years of separation, and yearning. "Why are you moving out?" You questioned after a while, and you could hear Jake exhale a breath. "Well I shared that apartment with Mina because it's rent was too high, so when she started getting serious with Heeseung and decided she would move out soon we got into various arguments over it. But then both of us talked with each other and I decided I would move out too."

A laugh rumbled out of your chest and Jake pulled away from you, disbelief written all over his face, "why are you laughing? I can afford that apartment just fine but why should I live in an apartment made for two people, I don't make reckless financial decisions." You nodded your head, knowing how well off he really is but it's always fun to tease him a bit. "I know, maybe I could move in with you instead?"

His eyes lit up in excitement and he nodded his head, "I would love that, can we do that?" You chuckled and he leaned in as you pressed a kiss against your forehead. "See, you look best when you laugh, my Rapunzel." He crouched down, unbuckling your heels, "what are you doing?" His fingers hooked around the straps of your heels and he leaned down slightly to pick you up in his arms, just like he did at the prom night.

"So the Flynn Rider managed to steal the heart, flirt his way out of trouble and got his girl somehow?" You chuckled, hands wrapping around his neck to steady yourself. He laughed, adjusting you in his arms, "hmm, my runaway Rapunzel, I told you I always got you."

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tasteracha · 1 year ago

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a/n: minho puts a vibrator in you and makes you ride his thigh idk there is no plot here. i wrote this in 20 mins. smut - MINORS DNI.

this might have been the most stressful car ride of your entire life. every single bump, turn, and stop of the vehicle sent pangs of want pulsing through your core, and the worst part is that the toy wasn’t even on the highest setting yet.

minho had handed the thing to you as you were walking out of the door and watched with hungry eyes as you slipped it under the hem of your sundress, past the lining of your underwear and into your hole with a slight shudder. it was the kind that settled right against your spot, curving perfectly, with a piece jutting out that nestled against your clit. it came with a remote control that minho tucked into his pocket with a smirk and a wicked glint in his eyes.

he had kept you at a low buzz as he drove down roads, speeding through yellow lights and jerking at stop signs just to see your reaction. he was a good driver usually, so you knew he was doing this on purpose, the fucker.

he turns it off when he parks at your destination, a busy market street that the two of you liked to frequent to window shop. he was kind to you when you were walking in public, only slipping his hand into his pocket when you got too comfortable with the sensation of the toy inside of you. you nearly forgot about it several times until he’d hit you with a series of quick buzzes that makes you stop in your tracks and press your legs together. you could feel wetness building in your core, dripping onto your underwear and you prayed that it wouldn’t start dripping down your thighs. as much as he would enjoy it, the thought of the sensation made you cringe in disgust.

it’s only when you both return to the car in a secluded parking garage that he takes out the small remote and runs his fingers against the buttons. every time his nail catches on the button that raises the vibrations you tense up, but he repeats the motions again and again until you relax into the carseat. the click of a button echoes through the entire car when he finally presses it, and you’re embarrassingly close to coming from how on edge you’ve been for the past hour.

he knows - of course he does. he knows you better than he knows himself, can read your body like it’s a worn out novel on his bedside table. he turns off the vibrator when you’re reaching the crest of your peak, and you’re left clenching around the toy as your high escapes you. you try to chase it but it runs faster than you can move your hips, and you collapse against the seat with a groan.

“come here,” he pats his leg and pops back his seat as far as it can go, making room for you to fit between him and the steering wheel. the angry retort on your lips dies as you meet his eyes and see the possessiveness in them; he looks close to feral. you take a glance outside the windows to make sure that no one was outside before climbing over the central console, trying to climb into his lap.

you want to be wrapped around him, you want to feel his comforting touch against every inch of your hypersensitive body, but he pulls you away when you try to press close. he pushes you to the side until you’re straddling just his thigh, and the hard muscle there pushes the toy closer to your clit and deeper inside of you. your dress falls to the sides, leaving your thighs touching the material of his jeans and your soaked underwear definitely staining them.

he turns on the vibrator again, pushing it to a higher setting than you’d been before, and the moan you let out was borderline pornographic. you don’t have time to feel embarrassed about it because he throws the remote into the cupholder and wraps his fingers around your hips in a tight grip. he pushes you back a bit before pulling you back into him, over and over until it clicks - he wants you to ride his thigh. in a public parking garage, where anyone could walk in and see your desperation and helplessness. the thought makes your entire body burn and you can’t help the way your hips jerk along with his movements.

it’s absolutely euphoric, the way he’s gripping you in a way that will leave fingerprint shaped bruises on your skin paired with the vibrator buzzing against your clit and rumbling inside of you. you can’t think of anything other than the searing pleasure building up inside of you and you don’t realize that your eyes have fluttered shut until he moves one of his hands to grip your chin, keeping your gaze pinned on him.

he looks wrecked just watching you, his lips parted and his eyes unblinking as he watches you fall apart. you come with a full body shudder, your eyes rolling back into your head as you lose your balance and fall into him. he keeps the vibrator on as you ride your way through your orgasm, and he wraps his arms around you as overstimulation starts to set in. you squirm, trying to escape the near painful pleasure sparking through your belly, but he keeps you pinned to him until you start to cry into his shoulder.

you don’t see it, but you know he’s smiling at your cries; there’s nothing he loves more than bringing you to tears from pleasure.

he turns it off after a few moments and your body melts against his, your limbs feeling like jelly and your head fuzzy like cotton. you bury your head into his neck, the collar of his jacket digging into your cheek and the smell of leather invading your senses. he strokes your back until your tears stop, whispering praises into your hair in between gentle kisses. when you gain some control of your body, you shift a little and you can feel the slick that’s collected between your legs. you wince and let out a little whine, and he shushes you and presses a final kiss to your forehead.

“i’ll run you a bath when we get home, angel,” he promises.

“mm,” you agree, nuzzling against him. “but i’m not moving for at least another ten minutes.”

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #lee know smut #lee minho smut #lee know x y/n #lee know skz

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xmunsonlovex · 5 months ago

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Somewhere I Belong

Summary: You leave home for a new opportunity in Hawkins. You're on your own, and your first day, you meet your metal head neighbor. Will this be the start of something that you've always been longing for, or will you keep it at a distance, as you always do.

Pt.2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Shy Fem!Reader

wc: 8600+

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. female reader, reader has low self esteem and a lot of insecurities, slight angst, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc) mentions of male masturbation, mentions of oral(f!receiving) reader is inexperienced and a virgin, mutual pinning, idiots in love, eventual smut in later chapter(s), Eddie is little bit of perv, but only for you.

a/n: It's here, guys. A day earlier than I had originally set myself to release it. I had to break it up into multiple parts, which I am currently writing already. I hope to have pt.2 out next week. That'll be the smutty chapter, for those wanting to see these 2 take the next step. Thank you to whoever reads this, I hope you like it. While I've read HUNDREDS of fics from all you lovely loves here on Tumblr, this is my first fic I have ever written. I think I read it over at least 20 times. I'm sure there are still many grammatical errors and things I may have missed. Please let me know if you like it. Please reblog and comment your thoughts 💗

Dividers by: saradika-graphics

You huffed as you placed the last box of your belongings on the carpeted floor. This definitely needs to be replaced, you thought as you looked at it. The move to Hawkins was grueling, between heavy traffic and nasty weather, you were trying to just make it there in one piece. Thankfully you did, and now you stood in the middle of your living room, taking in your new surroundings. It's around 6pm, and it's starting to get dark. You felt lucky to have a nice view of the sunset from your backyard, if you could call it that. It was a small section with enough space for maybe a little garden (you’ve always dreamt of growing your own veggies), and patio chairs. You had found the relatively inexpensive trailer for sale in a community called Forest Hills in Hawkins. Looking at the photos, you knew it needed some repairs. A new paint job too, maybe, but with your new job in the city, you figured you'd make it your own in no time. It was supposed to pay fairly well too, working as an administrative assistant.

You walk over to the kitchen, checking the fridge and stove. All seemed to work fine for now, and with that, you were putting away your kitchen belongings in the cupboards, making note to fix the wobbly door to each cabinet. A box of Mac and Cheese sat on the counter while you boiled some water in a small pot, and then started to cut up some cucumbers and cherry tomatoes, making your favorite salad. You were singing to yourself as you made your food, that you didn't hear the knock on the door. It was soft at first, but quickly became louder after the 4th knock. You grabbed a towel to dry off your wet hands, and walked to your front door, looking through the peephole, but could not make out who was on the other side. You opened the door just a bit, and see a frizzy- haired man, who didn't look much older than you. He sported a denim jacket with lots of heavy metal band patches on it. That definitely caught your eye.

"Hey Jack-" He turned his head to look at you, then scratched at his cheek. "You're not Jack.." He said.

"Hi, no. I'm not. I'm guessing he's the one I bought this trailer from though..?" You asked, a small smile on your lips. He was cute, you thought.

"Makes sense. I haven't seen him in like..2 weeks. I thought maybe he went on vacation then got another car.." he pointed to your shitty car that sat on your driveway, practically falling apart. "You left the trunk open. I um..closed it for you. Don't want any raccoons to get in there.." He chuckled softly, sliding his hands into his pockets.

You smiled at him, and nodded. Of course you left it open. "Thank you. I was doing a million things at once.." You sighed, and rubbed your forehead. "I just moved in today. I'm Y/N, by the way.." you say, noticing him smile softly when you mentioned your name. "I'm Eddie. I live next door to you.." He nodded towards his trailer and then kicked a rock as he looked down, making sure it went to the side rather than in your home. "Well, nice to meet you, Eddie. I uhm, I'll see you around? I have dinner cooking right now. Don’t want to burn down my new home.” You said with a chuckle.

“Yeah. Maybe I can show you around town..whenever you're free." He says quickly. You felt your cheeks heat up as he looked at you. Those big, beautiful brown eyes, they could put you in a trance. "I'm usually home by 5:30..and I'm off on Sundays."

“Ok, yeah, I like that idea. I’m off on the weekends, so that works out.” You say.

He felt a giddiness inside him, the thought of making a new friend and even the possibility that the friendship could turn into something more, gave him butterflies. Hope, even. For so long, he was used to being blamed for the events that happened in Hawkins. For so long..he was called a freak and spat at for his taste in music. He wasn't a bad guy, at least he didn't think so. Steve and Robin, and the boys (who were all graduated now) didn't think so. So why was it so hard for him to make other friends? To get a date? He was tired of the meaningless sex that usually transpired at The Hideout, not that it happened often. He wouldn't call himself a ladies man by any means, or someone the girls would seek after. Most times, girls wanted something from it. A little weed. Or maybe the right to brag that they had a quickie with a front man of a rock-band. They never specified which band, though. So when the opportunity arose to show a pretty, new girl around town, he was absolutely going to take the chance to do that.

"I'll stop by Sunday. I can show you around town, and where to go for all the good food places. Maybe I can take you..to get some groceries, if you need. I don't mind." Eddie offered.

"Ok, yeah, thank you, Eddie. I uhm...gotta get going though, but I’ll see you Sunday." You try to sound confident, but it comes out a bit shy and timid, instead. He says goodbye, and you watch him jog to his trailer, looking over at you and waving before going inside his home. You can't help but bite your lower lip, knowing he would be trouble. You weren't exactly looking for a relationship, not romantically anyway. It was embarrassing to think about the fact you had no experience aside from a few pecks on the lips from the 3 dates you had gone on back at home. The dates always ended with a "I had a nice time, but I think we should see other people." You weren't sure if you were maybe too boring for them, or maybe it was your looks? Your self esteem had always been low, even back to when you were in middle school. Kids were relentless and brutal.

High school was no better. Girls were rude and mocked you for your style, or lack thereof. Boys were cruel too. Laughing when you once tripped over your own feet, nervous around a football player you liked. He looked at you apologetically but it didn't stop the chuckle that left his mouth when your knees and palms slammed on the tile floor. You were 23 now and still remembered it like yesterday. It was the reason you left home. Your mom was sad, she'd definitely miss you but understood the change you needed in your life. She wasn't about to stop you from becoming a better version of yourself. And this was your chance.

Sunday rolled around way quicker than you anticipated. Between putting away the remainder of your items around the house and doing a deep clean; you were exhausted. But, looking forward to the city tour with your new neighbor. You had woken up earlier than usual to have a shower and a quick breakfast to settle your growling stomach from skipping dinner the night before. After finishing your food, and cleaning up the kitchen, you grabbed your purse and keys, setting them on the small console table by the door as you pace around, growing a little nervous. What if he decided he didn't want to show you around? He probably had better things to do. Your thoughts were promptly silenced as a knock was heard. Giving it a couple of seconds to not seem too eager, you then walked to your door and opened it. Eddie smiled. You could tell he was freshly showered, his hair still a little wet and the smell of soap mixed with some cologne invaded your nostrils.

"Morning, I have an appointment with Ms. Y/N." He said, with a sheepish smile. You giggled.

"Good Morning, sir. Yes, I'll be happy to help you with that. Please come in and take a seat. She will be right with you. Could I offer you some water?" You say in your most professional voice. Eddie was in your home now, admiring your decor. It was simple but you. There were some framed photos on the wall; and a light blue couch taking up quite a bit of space in the living room.

"Huh? Oh yes, thank you ma'am." He said and took a seat on the couch, that intoxicating smile now reaching his eyes. "You're a metal fan." He said, noticing your CD and vinyl collection by the TV stand. "Hmm. Alice Cooper, Black Sabbath...Dio??" He said excitedly, holding the vinyl for Holy Diver. Oh, he's going to have to marry you, now.

"Yeah, I love them. My dad’s a huge fan. Would put the album on when I was younger." You say, smiling at the fond memories, then hand over a glass of cold water to Eddie, who accepts it with a smile. "I fear that you will never get rid of me, now. These are my favorite bands. Not to mention...there is some stuff here that I haven't listened to yet..you have quite the extensive library, sweetheart." He chuckled. The heat that emitted from your cheeks at the nickname was for sure evident, you thought. No way he didn’t see the pink tint on your face. And he did. He proudly gave himself a mental high-five for making you blush.

"Alright, let's get going. I have loads to show you." Eddie said after drinking the water you so kindly offered him.

Eddie took you around to all his favorite spots in Hawkins, starting with showing you where your new job was located, then drove back south towards Hawkins again. You learned a lot about him while he drove you around. He was 25, worked as a mechanic at a local auto repair shop, and on some weekends, he'd play with his band, Corroded Coffin, at a bar called The Hideout. You said you'd definitely go see him play and that you were sure he sounded amazing, despite him saying otherwise. That made him blush this time around.

"So, this is where I went to high school, figured I'd show you since it's on the way to the farmers market you wanted to go to." He tapped on the steering wheel. His hands couldn’t stay still, between either the tapping or him playing air drums to the song that quietly played on his radio.

“Kind of looks like my school...but mine was filled with the most obnoxious and hateful people I'd ever met." You say, your tone a bit softer. "It's the main reason I left home. Everyone I knew...they held this standard of 'I'm better than you.' A lot of people with money. An easy life. Meanwhile, my mom worked her ass off all day and night to keep our mouths fed." You then fell quiet for a bit. "I hated my high school years.." You chuckle faintly and look over at him, who looked back at you while he waited at a red light. "I know all about that.." He nodded. "I wasn't a...popular guy in high school either. I was bullied here and there, but most people left me alone. They didn't want to mess with the one guy who dealt them their weed. Or whatever drug they needed." He said, a little bit of a white lie but you didn't need to know the whole story. With that, he winked at you with a small smirk, and drove to the farmers market.

"What?! How can you not like cucumbers? They're so tasty! With some salt and ranch. So good." You said, laughing as he made a gagging face while you picked some fresh fruit and placed them in the basket you were holding. "Respectfully darling, they taste so bland. Like crunchy water."

You scoff and shake your head. "They’re super healthy, though. If you ever come over for lunch or something, I'll make you my special tomato and cucumber salad. It has some dill weed in it. And ranch. You'll love it."

"I take it back. I don't think I can hang out with you anymore. Dill weed? You're killing me here." He joked. The laugh that you let out was now his favorite sound in the world. A genuine laugh at his lame attempt at joking around with you.

After you paid for the fruits, he gently placed his hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the next stall, which was selling homemade sauces and jams. The older woman on the other side of the table gives Eddie a rather unpleasant look, then notices you. What she can only imagine to be this innocent young woman who is being put under a spell by Eddie the "devil worshipper". This worried her. It took her no time to pull out a pamphlet of their local church, and handed it to you, but you immediately shut that down, and handed it back to her.

"I appreciate the suggestion, but..I'm not really religious. Thank you. I'd just like to buy-"

"I will not sell my items to devil worshippers like you and Munson, here." Her tone immediately changed to unfriendly and unwelcoming. Eddie felt himself start to get angry, not so much of what she said about him. He was used to that. But because now you'd been given the same treatment as him, and you didn't deserve that. You were sweet. And so beautiful. Welcomed him with a smile rather than spiteful comments and-

“That's OK. I can go spend my money elsewhere. I saw a few stalls that had better prices, actually. And frankly, they also seemed nicer. I can't imagine your jams and sauces taste any good when you have such hate in your heart.” You say. It wasn't meant to be an insult or anything of that nature, you genuinely didn't know why she was being so mean to Eddie. He looked at you, a smile tugging on the corner of his lips. “Come on, I know the one.” Eddie grabbed your hand, leading you to a different part of the market. Near the parking lot.

“Hi Sammy. Y/N, is this what you're looking for?” He asked you, this vendor was selling lots of different jams. He'd known about him from The Wheelers. Particularly Nancy. “You bring me a new customer? Eddie. How can I ever repay you?” Sammy smiled fondly at him. One of the very few people in town that treated Eddie with some dignity.

“Yes. I'm new in town. Wanted to check out the local farmers market. See what you guys had.” You smile shyly. Eddie came to the conclusion that you were quite shy by nature. Not that he was observing every small detail of you on purpose. Or maybe..

“Oh, Eddie. She's so sweet! Polar opposites, I see.” He joked and Eddie glared at him, with no real mean intention behind it. “Teasing. Eddie's a great guy. You've made a wonderful friend.” He hyped him up, trying to be a wingman of sorts.

“I agree.” You simply say, worried you'd start babbling. Wouldn't be the first time, and instead, you offer Eddie a warm smile as you look at him, a look that lingered for a couple seconds longer than usual. “Alrighty lovebirds. What can I get for yah?” Sammy smirked, looking at both you and Eddie, noticing the flustered expressions. Oh, young love.

“Um, yes. I would like the grape, blackberry and..peach jam, please.” You say, your face is on fire as you stutter your words. Get a hold of yourself. You hadn’t known Eddie for more than a week, and already you were a mess. Stumbling over your words, blushing every time his fingertips brushed your skin or sent a sweet nickname your way. Eddie is definitely going to be the death of you. Sammy hands you the 3 jars of jam, and puts them in a brown paper bag, adding a smaller jar in there with the others. “This one is my famous strawberry jam. My bestseller. This sample is on me. Let me know if you like it.” He says, smiling sweetly as he hands you the bag. You pull out your wallet, and go to grab some money, but Eddie stops you, grabbing his own wallet quicker. “I got it..” He mumbled with a smile, and before you could put up a fight, he slapped a 20 dollar bill on Sammy’s palm. “I'll see you, Sam.” Eddie says and he guides you two to walk over to his van.

“Anything else you want to do?” He asked, opening the door for you and watching as you go in, his eyes admiring the round of your ass. He shakes the impure thoughts from his mind, and watches you buckle yourself in.

“We can head home. Maybe I can make you some lunch? At…my place. If-if you want. I don’t want to impose, or anything. I’m sure you’re a busy guy and all-” He chuckles at your rambling, thinking you couldn’t possibly be any cuter than you already were. Oh, he’s in trouble, as well.

“Let’s go have some lunch. I guess I’ll try this special cucumber and tomato salad you keep trying to sell me on. With the dill weed and ranch.” He smirked, and gently shut the door to his van, then went around and got in the driver side, buckling in. “Ready, madam?” He said, shaking his wild mane side to side. He turned his head towards you, and gave you a goofy smile as he started the van, and then drove out of the parking lot. You softly laughed at his antics, already enamoured with him. “Hey Eddie, can I ask you something?” You cautiously say, not sure whether this would offend him. “Hm.” He replies, turning left to get into the correct lane towards the trailer park. “Do people really think you’re a satanist? I mean..if..you are, I promise I am not bothered by it. I don’t put down anyone’s beliefs. Unless you’re a shitty person. Which I do not believe you are. You’ve been really nice to me.” You say, once again, rambling. “I am. Why do you think the whole town gives me such scared looks? Poor Jeannie, the lady with the jams, was so upset when I sacrificed her chickens and goats. But..I needed them! I wish she’d just understand.” He sighed, shaking his head and then glanced at you, finding you wide-eyed. “I’m joking, sweetheart.” He let out a soft laugh, and came to a full stop right before their turn. “This town is very stuck on old beliefs. I like metal music, and the media painting it as the devil’s music a few years ago certainly didn’t help my case. I also played dungeons and dragons in high school, still do actually. And this whole place came after me with pitchforks.” He once again left out some important key facts regarding the history of Hawkins. A conversation for another day, perhaps. “Not everyone is horrible, but I’ve kept my circle small for this very reason.” He added.

Once he arrived back at the trailer park, he parked his van at his place after dropping you off at your front door like a gentleman. He said he’d come over in about 20 minutes, saying he had a few calls he had to make. You didn’t ask any questions, and instead focused on getting started on lunch. Your “special” salad, along with some sandwiches, chips and 2 glasses of cold cokes. You hoped he would enjoy it, now second guessing everything you just did. To the paper plates you placed the food on, to the silly Halloween table cloth you had put on your small dining table. It was only March. You thought of earlier as you sat on your couch waiting for him. When he placed his hand on the small of your back. His hand felt like fire on you, over your clothes and yet, you recall the goosebumps traveling all over your body from such a simple and soft touch. You wondered how his hands would feel on other parts. Your shoulders. Massaging out years of tension and stress. Wondered how his hands would feel if he held your cheek in a romantic manner. Or what they would feel like caressing your neck down to your arms, until they were in an area you wanted to feel him the most. You shut your eyes tightly, and lean your head back against the top of the cushion on the couch, letting out a soft sigh.Your insecurities overwhelming you as you sat there alone with your thoughts.

“Steve, I..I need your guidance here, man.” Eddie panicked over the phone, pacing his small kitchen, playing with the phone cord out of habit. “What are you talking about? You got this. It’s like a damn movie. A cute girl moves in next door. Voluntarily wants to hang out with you. You’re golden!” He tries his best to comfort Eddie in his state of anxiety. “I don’t know. She’s beautiful, absolutely. Is she wanting to hang out, out of pity, though? Because some dumbass called me a freak in front of her? Is she-” Eddie is quickly cut off by Steve. “Yes. She is inviting you over for lunch, after she accepted your offer to show her around town, and laughed at your jokes, because she feels bad that some lonely, old woman called you a freak.” Steve deadpanned. “You really think so?” Eddie sadly sighed. Steve wanted to strangle him over the phone. “Eddie, no! I know your expertise with women isn’t as evolved as mine…but listen when I tell you, she’s into you. To some degree, anyway! Go over, have lunch with her. Be a little flirty. See where it goes. No harm in trying.” Steve smiled. Easy for the Stud of Hawkins to say.

You hear a knock at your door, one you were now familiar with, pulling you out of your negative thoughts. Something you really had to work on. You’re a little quicker to answer the door this time, and see Eddie standing there with a few flowers he picked from The Wilson’s front yard on the other side of his trailer. They’ll never notice, he’d argue. “Oh wow, those are so pretty..” You say, your attention immediately drawn to the light blue flowers in his hand. He swallows hard. “Just like you.” He smiles softly, and hands them to you, and you graciously take them. He doesn’t miss the crimson blush that spreads over your cheeks to your ears. “Thank you, Eddie. Come in.” You bashfully say, stepping aside to let him in, and then shut your door. “I made us lunch. Um, I hope it’s to your liking.” He watches you walk into the kitchen, grab a small vase and add water to it, then place the flowers he picked out into it. “I’m sure I will love it. Let’s try that salad, huh?” He said and sat down at the table.

It was close to 6 in the afternoon now, and Eddie was helping you clean up the dining table, his belly full of the delicious food you made. “Sooo…I could tell you liked the salad. Just admit it. Cucumbers are amazing.” You smirk, looking at him. “Whoa. Let’s not get crazy. You’re lucky that I am fond of you.” He throws the paper plates in the trash, with your approval of course. “But yes, it was really good, Y/N.” He smiles, looking back at you. “I wanted to ask you something now.” Eddie says, walking up to you as you stood by the kitchen entryway. You feel your heartbeat start to hammer in your chest at the close proximity. Noticing the faint freckles that paint his upper cheeks. He is so pretty.

“My band is playing next weekend. At The Hideout. I would…really like for you to be there. We go on stage at 9..Not too late at night. And! You’ll get to meet my friends. Steven and Robin. Possibly Nancy. She doesn’t care for the loud music, so she doesn’t really go to these things.” He said, looking down at his feet, then up at you, trying to read your expression. “What if they don’t like me?” You say, your voice so small, you wanted to curl into yourself and disappear. His features soften, and he places his hand over yours, which was on the kitchen counter.

“Believe me, they will love you.” He gives your hand a comforting caress, making you a blushing mess for what felt like the 50th time today.

“I would love to meet them. And to see you perform.” You take in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm your anxiety. He could make out that you were a little hesitant in your response.

“Do I make you nervous?” He says suddenly, his eyes boring into yours. You freeze at his question, because it was as if his demeanor changed in a blink of an eye; from gentle to dominating. It was all in the way he looked at you with his dark eyes.

“N-no. No, not really. I mean, I am just a shy person. I get nervous around new people. As you can tell.” You say. He takes your hand in his, holding it, and flashes you a warm smile.

“Don’t worry. You’ll fit right in with us. I promise. They don’t bite.” He then leans in, close to your ear, whispering. “Though, I do a little.” Eddie says, and patted your hand, smirking. He learned that he really liked to make you squirm, and see you flustered. Sometimes he would get this burst of confidence that he had to take advantage of. It’s how he got himself more gigs at The Hideout. How he got himself a better paying position as a mechanic at J’s Auto Service. That was a milestone, because he was able to save up enough money to get Wayne his own trailer a few blocks away, in a better neighborhood. He deserved it.

You open the door for Eddie, smiling as you watch him check the doors hinges, making sure the lock worked well, for your safety, of course. “Well, have a great first day at work. If you need anything, give me a call, ok?” He assures you that giving him a call at work would be the highlight of his day. “And you can call me whenever you want too. You know I’m all alone here.” You giggle, biting your lower lip. The playful flirting that occurred throughout the day really put you in good spirits, giving you a tiny bit of confidence. “I’ll definitely remember that. Sleep well, princess.” Eddie smirks, and walks down your porch, but stops to look over your car. “You’ll need new tires soon. You should bring it into the shop during the week. I’ll take a look at it and do an inspection.” He then waves, giving you no time to answer.

It’s Friday afternoon, and you had 2 hours left of your shift. Counting the minutes until it was 5:00. You didn’t mind the job, it was practically the same as your office position back at home; filing papers, taking calls and sending out emails all day. While this position gave you a bit more responsibility and tasks, the environment was relaxed and the rest of the staff seemed to be chill. One girl, Veronica, would come over and talk to you on her way back in from her smoke breaks. You remembered Eddie smelled the same. He must smoke often enough.

“Are you doing anything fun this weekend? Not much to do in Hawkins.” Veronica popped her chewing gum, playing with a strand of her long hair as she leaned at the reception desk, looking at you.

“I am, actually! My neighbor asked me to go to The Hideout. To see his band play.”

“Eddie Munson? Ugh. The Hideout is so gross. He always takes all the girls there.” She rolled her eyes, chuckling as she nonchalantly picked her nails, admiring the design painted on them. She’d excitedly showed them to you earlier in the day. Your heart nearly sunk to your ass hearing her say that. Were you just another easy girl to him? No way would you give yourself up that easily to Eddie, or any man for that matter, and you didn’t feel that you gave off that kind of energy. You wondered if his whole shy persona was just a ploy to sleep with you, and call it a day. You were sure you liked Eddie. And you thought he genuinely liked you too. He had been so kind to you throughout the week, you reminded yourself. Everytime you came home, roughly 15 minutes after him, he’d walk over and greet you. Ask about your day. Smile and even hug you goodnight after you two would chat for a bit. It was like clockwork, at this point.

“I don’t think this is a date. Just..him being a friendly neighbor.” You shrug, trying to sound indifferent to the news she just broke to you.

“Y/N, I hate to break it to you, but he most likely thinks it's a date. And will probably end up fucking you in that smelly, tiny bathroom in the back of the bar. He does this every time. Will fuck anything in a mini skirt.” She shrugged. “Just use protection, doll.” She winked at you and walked back to her cubicle, sighing loudly as she sat down. You try to blink away the stinging in your eyes, focusing your attention on your keyboard. You absolutely did not need to cry your first week at work. It would be almost as embarrassing as you falling for your next door neighbor in such a short span of time.

It’s 5pm and you’re driving home, hoping you arrive before Eddie does. Luck must be on your side because you make it by 5:27, and quickly get out of your car, nearly tripping up the steps to your front door as you rush to pull out your key from your large purse. This stupid, big ass bag. You unlock your door, and shut it behind you, locking it back up. Your breathing is heavy as you let your body fall in disappointment. The sun shines through your kitchen window, illuminating the flowers he had picked out for you. They were still lively and vibrant. You made sure to change the water every couple of days to keep as so. You’re sulking as you decide to go and take a hot shower, to clear your mind. Then you hear his van roll in, music blasting from it.

Eddie looks at your driveway to see your car parked, in a rather chaotic way. You must’ve been excited that it was Friday. Maybe you were excited to see him and wanted to share how crazy of a day you had. He hoped that was the case, since he was ecstatic to see you. On his way to work earlier today, he stopped by the record store next to the J’s Shop, and saw Alice Cooper’s new album, Hey Stoopid. He recalls you mentioning that you’d been looking for the vinyl, wanting to add it to your collection. He gathered the last few bills he had on him, and bought it for you. He figured he’d make some extra cash anyway at The Hideout before the show, selling to the usuals.

He knocks at your door, practically beaming. He’s so excited to gift you this album, knowing it would make you happy. That’s all he wants and cares about. When you don’t answer after his 4th knock, he tries a few more times. “Hm..” He ponders, and leans to the left, trying to peek into your living room window, but the curtain blocks anyone from seeing inside. “Hey, Y/N?” He calls out. He assumes you're in the bathroom when you don't answer, and decides to possibly try again later. He wouldn’t want to disturb your “you time” in there. You hear him jog back to his trailer, his chain wallet giving him away. You felt bad, but then remember what Veronica said to you earlier in the day. That was why you were avoiding him in the first place. Though, it would be impossible to do this everyday. Well, for now, you're just going to try your best to hide from him. That means, you’ll have to stand him up at The Hideout. You turn on the shower after stripping off your work clothes and stood there for what felt like hours, playing every scenario in your mind.

Eddie is tapping his foot impatiently on his carpeted floor, his much more worn out than yours. It's close to 8:30p and you still haven't come over. And he's contemplating whether to go over to your house or not. Your lights are not on. He guesses you had a really bad day at work, and instead of bugging you, he leaves you to rest. The album can wait for tomorrow morning.

It’s bright and early, you can hear the birds chirping from your bedroom window. You rub the sleep from your eyes and groan, sitting up on your bed, looking over to look at the time. The clock read 09:47a. You better get up and make most of your Saturday as you do not plan on leaving your 4 walls tomorrow. You stretch as you stand up, and walk over to your fridge, and then jump at the loud knock. “Y/N!” a familiar voice calls out. Fuck. Ok, you need to at least confront him of his true intentions. Whether you were just another girl to him, and nothing more. You close up your robe a little as you drag your feet, letting out a shaky breath as you open the door.

“Oh, thank god!” He breathes in relief. “ I was worried about you.” He said.

“Right..well. I’m ok. Just trying to rest up.” You said. He notices your tone is a bit more cold.

“Oh. I-I’m sorry. I just wanted to check up on you. I knocked yesterday, but didn’t see you. Did you have a bad day at work?” He said, frowning now.

“You can say that-”

“Then I have something that will cheer you up! Close your eyes.” He grinned, practically jumping in excitement. You raise your brow, and hesitantly shut your eyes, then feel his warm hands grab yours, pulling them out in front of you. You feel a heavy-ish item now land on your hands and you immediately open your eyes. “Oh shit..” You hold the album, looking at it. It was a special edition one.

“Eddie..how’d you find this?” You say quietly, a smile growing on your face.

“Saw it at the record store. Had to get it for you.” He couldn’t be any prouder. He got you out of whatever slump you were feeling.

“Oh Eddie..I know this had to be expensive. Let me pay you back.”

He shook those curls you were so crazy about. “Nope. I only request your presence tonight, sweetheart. Steve and Robin are dying to meet you.” He says, crossing his arms. Your gaze travels down to them, admiring the tattoos and oh. He’s caught you staring, that smirk on his face confirms that. “I-I will be there.” You nod, going against everything you said to yourself the night before. “Great! I have some errands to run, but I will see you tonight, darling.” He bows like you are his Queen, and you might as well be at this point. You giggle, and watch him go to this van, wave at you and drive off. Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all.

You’re standing in line at The Hideout, waiting to be let in. You assumed that you had to wait like everyone else. There weren't that many people, about 50 all together but judging by the size of the bar, it would be a full house. You dress in a low-cut top, purposely choosing one that showed a decent amount of cleavage. A cardigan rests over your arm, and you opted for black leggings, the ones that made your ass look the best. If Eddie really did intend for this to be a date, you might as well look the best you could, with what you currently had in your closet. You hear your name being called out, and you see Eddie jog over to you. He’s wearing a sleeveless DIO shirt, and leather pants, his combat boots all untied. He looks so good. You’re practically drooling.

“What are you doing here?” He incredulously asks.

“I..you invited me.” You play with your fingers, nails digging into your skin.

“Babe, I meant in line.” He reaches out, grabbing your hand and pulls you out of the line, where all eyes then fall on you and him. You noticed a few girls eye Eddie, too. Almost like a prey. “You get backstage access, doll.” He whispers as he leanes into you, and smirks. “You’re VIP.” He holds your hand, and takes you to the back of the bar, opening the door that lead you inside. “After you.” He says, eyes falling to your ass. It looked so plump in those pants, so biteable.

“You look beautiful, by the way.” He says, admiring the subtle make up you had on. It wasn’t much, just some mascara and eyeliner. A little foundation to hide any blemishes and imperfections. “I like this top.” He runs his fingers over the fabric near your collarbone. Your cheeks heat up, as you send him a smile, looking down all shyly.

“Eddie!” A man calls out, and you look to your left. You assume that is Steve, and a girl walking alongside with him. Robin?

“Hey, man. Glad you could make it. Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N…this is Steve and Robin. And as I assumed, Nancy did not make it today.”

“Or ever. You know this isn’t her scene. She’s out with Jonathan, anyway.” Steve shrugged and turned his attention towards you. “Nice to meet you. Eddie has talked non stop about you.” He smirks over at Eddie who is internally cussing him out. “Let’s go get some good seats.” Robin smiles at you, and grabs your arm, locking it with hers as she pulls you to the stage floor.

“Ughhh Steve, why’d you say that? Now she’s going to think I’m obsessed.” Eddie rubs his face, giving him a look.

“Are you not?” Steve smirks, and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. Eddie shook his head and bit his nails, nervously. “I like her, alot.” He admitted to Steve, eyes following you around as Robin decided which area was the best to stand at. He liked how nervous you were around him. You were the sweetest girl he’d ever known. On the opposite end, he also felt like a creep though. All the perverse thoughts he had about you. They’d come to him when he was in bed late at night, a rhythmic movement of his hand over his aching cock as he'd imagine his tongue deep in your wet, throbbing pussy, satisfying his hunger.

“I gotta get onstage, and set up.” He says to Steve, wanting to avoid any more of Steve’s banter. He nods, then meets up with you and Robin on the stage floor. Your gaze follows Eddie onstage, where he and the rest of the band finish setting up. He winks at you, and tunes his guitar. Most of all the equipment is there, just had to be connected and set up in the proper place.

“You excited to see the show? They’re actually really good! It’s a shame they haven’t been signed by a record label yet.” Robin says. You are caged in, front row, between both Robin and Steve. “Yeah, I’m excited. I just..don’t want to get my hopes up. Feelings hurt and all.” You say softly, seeing all the people from outside being let in.

“What do you mean? Their songs are not really offensive.” Robin says.

“Well, unless you’re someone with sensitive hearing. They’re loud.” Steve snorts.

“No, I mean. I don’t want Eddie to see me as..like the other girls that he brings here?” You say, a little unsure if you are going to get your point across. Their his friends, obviously they’re going to take his side.

Steve snorts again. “What girls?”

“All..the girls..?” You say, feeling a bit foolish at that moment. “This chick I work with knows Eddie. Says he brings all his dates here. And uhm, has his way with them. I'm not-it's not that I'm not attracted to him. He's super handsome, but I don't want it to be that type of date. I like him and don’t want it to be a one night stand type of date..” You nervously chew on the inside of your cheek.

Steve and Robin both start to laugh, a good belly laugh, which makes Eddie look at you three. What are they telling you about him?

“Y/N. He's NOT like that. At all. I don't know who that chick is, but Eddie is lucky if he's able to get a girl to look his way anymore.” Robin said.

“I mean, he's had girlfriends and dates, sure. But to say he brings all the girls here like he's some ladies man, is comical.” Steve said. “But don't tell him we said that.” He smirks. “Eddie is a great guy, Y/N. And I'm not just saying that because he's my best friend.” Steve looked up at him. “Shows starting.” He says to you, nudging your shoulder with his as the lights dim, and a loud guitar note plays. The stage area is packed with all the people from outside, and they cheer. The band seems to have a large following, people singing along to the songs. A lot of older, trucker looking guys and scattered were lots of girls too, older and younger, like yourself. In the middle of the setlist, you see Eddie grab the mic, placing his foot on the amp as he addresses the crowd, thanking them for coming out and supporting the band. He had a little surprise for you, and hoped you listened to Alice Cooper’s previous album, Trash, because he was going to cover one of the songs on there. He figured he’d take the risk and sing Spark in the Dark. The lyrics were quite suggestive, and maybe tonight, he’d be brave enough to make a first move.

You immediately recognized the guitar riff to the song, a big smile forming on your face, as you were by now more relaxed and enjoying the show, just like Robin and Steve suggested.

“Ah, welcome to the party.

It’s only me and you

Tell the world to go away, babe

And I’ll tell you what to do

Come over here and kiss me

I wanna pull your hair

Turn out the lights and hold me

I wanna touch you everywhere”

You sing along, all while your face is burning from the blush that spread over your cheeks, and thankful the stage lights are not pointed directly at you. You were certain you’d combust. You also notice a familiar sensation, one that was directly between your thighs. One that needed to be taken care of. Preferably by the front man looking down at you.

“We don’t need nobody, baby

We don’t need champagne

I’ll take you to the deepest

Darkest, hottest lover’s lane

For a little spark in the dark

Just a little spark in the dark.”

You’re staring at each other as he sings the song. You’re singing along, and he’s so good up there. Your favorite rockstar. You notice his hips move a little with every enunciation during the chorus. He grabs the mic stand, placing the mic on it as the guitar rests over his hips, hiding the semi he’s rocking right now thanks to the song’s lyrics and the perfect view he has of your cleavage.

“I’ll come ‘round midnight

We’ll be crawling on the floor

Burnin’ with a fever

And yellin’ out for more

But don’t you write in your diary, baby

Don’t blab it on the phone

‘Cause if your dad and mom find out,

They’ll skin me to the bone.

We don’t need instructions, baby

Don’t you be afraid

It takes a little friction, uh-uh

That’s how our love is made

For a little spark in the dark.”

You want to melt into a puddle once the song is finished, noticing the sweat that glistens his skin, still sporting that sleeveless tank top. He sings a few more covers, and once the show is over, he bows to everyone, then directly tosses you a guitar pick. You’re giddy, as you’re bouncing on your tippy toes, holding it between your fingers.

“Look at the fangirl, now.” Robin smirks, clapping as the band gets off stage. “We get backstage privileges, being long time friends of the band and all.” She laughs, walking to the back of the bar, noticing the crowd had spread out between leaving for the night, and others to sit at the bar. You follow Robin and Steve, until you reach a room that almost looked like a utility room with all the amps.”Hey!” Eddie says, wiping the sweat off with a small towel. He looks directly at you, as if Robin and Steve aren’t even in the room. “That was amazing! And…the cover was really good, too.” You blush and try not to be too obvious as your eyes scan his body. His shirt is all damp from his sweat, shirt stuck to his body. You could make out his toned stomach.

“I’d give you a thank you hug, but I smell. And I’m all sweaty.” He chuckles, noticing you shifting a little, your thighs pressing together. He gives you a little knowing smirk, and pulls out a cigarette, but Robin is quick to snatch it.

“No smoking. Especially not around your date.” Robin speaks out.

“You’re right. Bad habit, and manners. Sorry. sweetheart.” He cheekily smiles and puts away the pack of cigarettes.

“We gotta get going, but we’ll see you later, Eds. Come on Steve. Remember…we had that thing we had to do..” Robin says, pulling him on his arm. “OH right! That thing. Yes. Alright, you two have a good and eventful night. Nice meeting you, Y/N! We look forward to seeing you again real soon!!” Steve says as both him and Robin go running out. You let out a soft laugh then look over at Eddie, who is looking at you, not once did his sight move away from you.

“Can we..talk?” You say to him.

Oh fuck, did he do something wrong? Was it the way he was looking at you? Shit.

“Of course. We can step outside. It’s hot as fuck in here.” He says and you both walk out into the back of the bar, the loud slam of the door shutting making you jump. Eddie is nervous now. He’s sure you’re about to break the news to him that you don’t want anything to do with him. Maybe you found out of his late night activities, but that wouldn’t make any sense. He was sure you partake in those kinds of solo activities. Maybe you believed he was truly a devil worshipper. How can he convince you otherwise?

“I uhm, almost didn’t come tonight.” You start.

This makes his chest feel heavy. He’d done something, surely.

“How come?” His voice is small.

“I was stupid. I believed something someone at my job said about you.” Your stare is focused on the littered and dirty floor, not wanting to meet his eyes. You felt ashamed.

“What’d they say about me?”

“I-I don’t-”

“What’d they say about me, Y/N? I assure you..I’ve heard it all. I’m used to it at this point in my life.” He says, his tone was a bit more irate and cold than what you were used to him being with you. Your eyes took no time in watering, and now Eddie was ready to throw himself off a cliff for making you feel this way. He really fucked this up already, as he always does. Good job, Munson.

“She said that…you basically slept around. That you take them here on dates, and..and take them to that nasty bathroom for a quick fuck. Eddie, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have believed something like that. I just, I got scared to have my feelings and emotions played with. I didn’t want to be just another girl added to your roster.” You try to keep your composure as you talk to him, your eyes are for sure still watery, but by some miracle, you didn’t stutter. “If I’m being honest, I don’t have much experience with this. Like, yeah. I’ve done a few dates and all, but I've never had a boyfriend or had anyone touch me, or-”

“Sweetheart, it's ok.” Eddie takes a step forward and grabs both your shaky hands, holding them in his, practically engulfing them. “Look at me.” His voice is low, and he places a finger under your chin, tipping your head up. “I promise you, I am not that type of person. People will say a million things about me, and I can guarantee that most of them are just rumors. I certainly do not sleep around. I can't remember the last time I had a legitimate date with someone, let alone fuck someone.” He risked making himself look a loser just to make you feel better. His hand goes up to your cheek, and caresses it, letting out a chuckle. “Baby, there's no one I desire more than you…and I want to kiss you so bad.” He whispers, taking another step forward, his scent invading you. “Give me a chance to prove to you..I'm not like whatever these stupid fucks said about me.” His lips are impossibly close to yours, making your breath hitch at the close proximity. “Kiss me.” His voice is raspy. You embrace each other, your lips pressing together as the kiss deepens slowly. It was the first time you've experienced a true, deep kiss. You were sure he could tell. You opened your mouth, letting his hot tongue in to glide along yours and the quiet whine you let out makes him want to take you right there and then. You were inexperienced, yes, but quickly learned to breathe through your nose and move your mouth with his. Eddie's hand rested on your hips, and the other was around the nape of your neck, pulling you against him even closer, wanting to hear those whines again.

“Alright, get a room, you two.” Gareth groaned, hauling the large amp into the van that was a few feet away from you both. You blush heavily as you both simultaneously pull away from each other. “We will continue this at your place? I got to finish helping the guys..” Eddie breathed heavy, a similar rosy shade painted over his cheeks.

“Yes, I'll leave my door unlocked. You can just come in..”

“Hm, sweetheart. I don't think that's a good idea. What if the big, bad wolf gets in? And wants to eat yah?” Eddie smirks.

“I certainly count on it.”

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