#the rest of the characters I didn’t really feel much for

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You are mean!

✦fem!reader

✦characters: Trey, Deuce, Kalim, Rook

✦reader is mean person until….

Trey Clover

Trey had noticed it from early on. How your sharp tongue could cut through any nonsense in a room. Blunt, critical, and utterly unimpressed by the world around you. You were the type to raise a brow at someone’s outfit, call out fake behavior in a heartbeat, and respond to whining with, “Cry harder.”

But then you’d turn to him and your voice would soften. “Trey~” you’d hum sweetly, wrapping your arms around his waist like you weren’t just verbally eviscerating someone seconds ago. “You brought strawberry tarts again? You spoil me too much.”

He chuckled, resting a hand on your head. “You give people whiplash, y’know?”

You blinked up at him, lips pouting. “You don’t like it when I’m nice to you?”

“Oh, I love it. I just think it's funny that you're sugar and spice with me, and all bite with everyone else.”

You smirk. “That’s because they don’t deserve my sweet side. You do.”

Later, when Ace tried to tease you about how “scary” you were during lunch, you didn’t even bother looking up from your book. “I don’t speak insect.”

Trey arrived a moment later with coffee, and your entire demeanor flipped like a switch. You beamed, eyes sparkling. “My favorite~ Thank you, babe!”

Trey just chuckled again, slipping an arm around your waist. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you like it”

He couldn't even argue.

Deuce Spade

Deuce was still getting used to the fact that someone like you had chosen him. You weren’t exactly known for your gentle demeanor. You didn’t sugarcoat your words, if someone was being annoying, you said it. If a classmate was dragging down a group project, you didn’t hesitate to call them out, harsh tone and all. The hallways cleared a little quicker when you walked through them.

But the second Deuce walked into the room?Your eyes lit up like the sun itself cracked through stormy clouds.

“Deuce!” you called, smiling so brightly it stunned him. “Come here. I saved you a seat.”

Everyone…everyone… watched the shift like it was some kind of emotional whiplash. You’d just snapped at someone for bumping your desk and now you were resting your head on Deuce’s shoulder, playing with his fingers, humming sweetly.

Deuce flushed red from his ears down to his collar. “U-Um hey, babe…”

You tilted your head, voice soft as honey. “Did you eat today? You better not be skipping meals.”

“I didn’t, I swear!” he fumbled. “I had a sandwich! I’m taking care of myself!”

“Good boy,” you giggled, and he about died.

Meanwhile, Ace muttered from behind you, “It’s like watching a lion nuzzle a bunny…”

You turned slightly and shot him a razor sharp glare. “Keep talking, and I’ll nuzzle you with a chair.”

Ace shut up immediately.

Then you turned back to Deuce, smile sugary and warm again. “Ignore him. You look so handsome today. Did you fix your hair differently?”

Deuce ducked his head, blushing harder than ever. “I—I dunno… maybe…”

Despite being used to your nature, Deuce never really got over how soft you were with him. It made him feel special. Like behind your claws, you were hiding a heart that beat just for him.

And he’d protect it with everything he had.

Kalim Al-Asim

Everyone thought you and Kalim were an odd match. You, with your cold stare and viciously sharp mouth, weren’t exactly known for friendliness. You judged everything and everyone, attitudes, personalities. Nothing escaped your scrutiny.

“Did he really think that eyeliner looked good? He looks like he lost a fight with a sharpie” you’d mutter under your breath, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.

“Why are they trying to flirt with me? I have standards, not a death wish.”

Most people either avoided you or hated the idea of ending up in your bad side.

So when Kalim bounced into the room, all sunshine and glitter, no one expected the way you changed. Because suddenly, you were standing up, beaming.

“Kalim!” you smiled, voice practically musical as you reached out to hug him. “I’ve missed you~”

Kalim's eyes sparkled as he spun you in a dramatic hug. “I missed you more! You didn’t answer my last three texts!Were you busy, or just being a grump again?” he teased with a bright laugh.

You pouted. “I wasn’t grumpy… I was just judging people’s poor life choices. Like how that guy wore socks with sandals yesterday. Tragic.”

Kalim laughed harder. “You're too funny! And kinda mean!”

Anyone watching would’ve sworn you were possessed. You tucked your hand into his arm, leaning your head against his shoulder with a sigh.

“Did you eat today? You know I worry when you get too distracted and forget.”

Kalim grinned, utterly delighted. “I ate! But next time let’s eat together. We can have a picnic!”

Your expression softened even more. “You’re lucky you’re cute… I’d say no to anyone else.”

And you meant it. Kalim brought out something in you that no one else could, kindness, affection, softness. And he never made you feel guilty for the way you acted around others. He liked your version of sweet, the one meant just for him.

It made him feel like the luckiest boy alive.

Rook Hunt

You were a legend among the students of Night Raven College. Sharp tongue, high standards, quick judgments, no one escaped your critiques. Your beauty was striking, but your resting expression could cut glass. You weren’t afraid to speak your mind and had absolutely zero patience for stupid people.

“A ‘fashion statement’? No, that’s just a crime against fabric,” you’d scoff at someone’s outfit.

“Did he really think writing a cheesy poem would win me over? That wasn’t romance, that was public embarrassment.”

The students whispered, Only a fool would try to flirt with her.

But then there was Rook. The moment he appeared, everything changed. Your frosty behavior melted in seconds.

“Rook!” you called out, lighting up. “You’re finally here~ I was starting to wilt without you!”

Rook eyes twinkled as he stepped closer. “Ah, trés magnifique~! What a glorious transformation! To see such a sharp rose soften at my touch c’est un vrai miracle!”

You giggled and batted your lashes. “Stop it, you’ll make me blush…”

The crowd around you? Stunned. Even Vil looked like he was seeing a ghost.

You looped your arm around Rook’s and pulled him close, resting your head against his shoulder like the picture of doting elegance.

“I saved you a seat. I even made you tea, your favorite blend.”

He placed a hand dramatically over his heart. “To receive such affection from one so discerning, it is the greatest honor.”

Your eyes narrowed as someone nearby whispered too loudly.

“Do you mind?” you snapped, voice cold as steel. “We’re having a moment.”

And then, to Rook’s utter delight, you turned back to him with the warmest smile, all velvet and affection. “Ignore them. You’re the only one who matters anyway.”

Rook was absolutely enchanted. The duality of you the fierce, untouchable queen everyone feared, and the soft, adoring lover only he got to see was his greatest prize. He lived for the chase, and you were his sweetest victory.

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Twst Radio Summary

Today's Twst Radio is Ruggie's VA (🍩) interviewing Twst music composer Ozawa Takumi about the creation of the dorm songs and Aozora Ichika, who wrote the lyrics for 11 of the 14 songs (including OB songs).

Usually try to keep these summaries shorter but there was so much interesting information shared! ♪

Summary Below:

※Disclaimer: these are not literal translations, just summaries of the conversations.

Ozawa: I had never considered that there would one day be Twst character songs. 

🍩：Same for me. I didn’t think we were ever going to sing.

Ozawa: There were voiced songs for events, but nothing like character songs. So when the request came I was surprised. There was the request for the seven dorm songs and a note of “and an additional 7 songs.” I was like, “FOURTEEN SONGS!?” I couldn’t believe it.

Aozora: At first there wasn’t any talk about me crafting the lyrics. Ozawa-san was going to do them all, but fourteen…her schedule—

Ozawa: It was impossible to do alone.

🍩: So Aozora-san did all the lyrics?

Ozawa: Not all of them. There were a couple where we felt it would be better if I wrote them. There were two songs where I wanted to add the lyrics to the rhythm as I was making them.*

*note: Ozawa also wrote the lyrics to Idia's OB song ggwp. Source ->

Aozora: You do it that way and you can change the melody, too.

Ozawa: Right, I wanted to be able to change the music as I went. Doing that with two people would make things difficult, so I wrote the Ignihyde and Scarabia dorm songs. We decided that from the start. And I asked her to do the rest.

About Heartslabyul Song

Ozawa: That was the third dorm song that I made. Compared to the rest, I really hit a wall with that one. I started making it in Spring of 2024. I went in kind of a cute direction with it, and Toboso-sensei told me, “No, it’s not like that. I want you to put more playing-card soldier feeling into it, to make it cooler.” So I changed it to adapt to those instructions, turning it into the “Obedience” that it became. Close to the image that Heartslabyul had at the beginning of the story.

Aozora: The lyrics for “Obedience” were the easiest for putting across the feelings of the dorm’s students.

About Savanaclaw Song

Ozawa: The Savanaclaw dorm song was the one I made first. It was the easiest to imagine. A simple rock song. I made it with Leona’s oveblot song in mind. I have been told it sounds invigorating. I hadn’t had that in mind at the time. The housewarden is not main in this song. Heartslabyul was the same. Savanaclaw’s focuses on the dorm students with the housewarden in the back.

🍩: It was like Leona was telling Ruggie and Jack to go on ahead, from behind them.

Ozawa/Aozora: Exactly.

Aozora: I imagined the scene in the Lion King of Scar motivating the hyaenas and chose words based on that, matching to the music.

Ozawa: There was a happening with 🍩 during recording. When we record there is a vocal booth and a direction booth. 🍩 announced that he didn’t want anyone to see him singing and closed the curtain to the vocal booth. He is the only one who did that.

🍩: Does everyone else leave it open because they want people to watch them?

Aozora: I don’t think it’s that. I think it’s for communication?

Ozawa: Right. We can see how things are going when it’s open. When you close it we get nervous. But it was cute of you. We assumed you were nervous.

🍩: I was so nervous.

About Octavinelle Song

Ozawa: I came up with this music while in the bath. It came to me all at once. But I forget things really quickly. I always take my phone with me in the bath in order to record, so I recorded there immediately and I was singing to myself as I got out so as not to forget.

Aozora: I conferred with Toboso-sensei a lot about the lyrics for this song, about how to put across what is intimidating about Octavinelle in words. 

Ozawa: She said, “Unsettling.”

Aozora: “As unsettling as possible,” she said. It starts out with “we want to help you” and then at the end it flips it. “There is no escape.”

🍩: At the end of Floyd’s part there was originally laughter.

Ozawa: Yes. After the “Shall I squeeze you” line there was “uwahahaha—!” laughter. It was great in of that it was scary, but when compared to the songs of the other dorms it became too much like a character song. The other dorms don’t have anything like that in them, so I took it out.

About Scarabia Song

Ozawa: I did both the music and lyrics for this one. Jamil and Kalim are both talented singers and dancers, so I had that in mind when I made it. It went in the direction of dance music, the kind of music that makes people want to move—that’s the rhythm I put in. But it is not only a festival atmosphere. Rather than being wild/unrestrained, it is bewitching. “Come this way, why don’t we have a little fun.” Before you realize it, you’ve been controlled. 

🍩: Was there anything different about having to prepare a song with only two singers?

Ozawa: It was half and half, while picking words for the lyrics that suit each character. Toboso-sensei went over the lyrics, too. 

Aozora: We consulted with her.

Ozawa: Rather than a message or deep meaning Far Out is more about the rhythm and wordplay. Putting across a suspicious atmosphere. Enjoying the “La-i Ya-i Laia-i-ya ♪.”

🍩: Does that mean anything in particular within the lyrics?

Ozawa: No, it means nothing.

About Pomefiore Song

Aozora: It’s called “will” but it isn’t about Vil-sama’s will. It is about each individual student knowing where they should be heading. That is Pomefiore, to me. This song had the clearest narrative. As I wrote the lyrics I had both the original film that inspired the dorm and Book 5 open the whole time, checking between them over and over again. I wrote scenes from Snow White as directly as I could into the lyrics. I wrote detailed character notes for the voice actors to help guide their performance during recording for the more abstract parts. Each character got their own unique direction. 🏹 sang with completely different emotions from 👑. There's a part they sing together and I gave them completely different instructions. When they came together with such different emotions, the depth and contrast was amazing. Vil is singing with his own thoughts and motivations and Rook with his own and they are going in different directions, but their voices are overlapping. That was really moving for me. 🍎 gave us an amazing take for the line “滴る甘い毒真紅に彩れ♪”. We were struggling a bit with how to express Epel’s character, but then 🍎 said, “Can I try singing it as I like?” And it was perfect take.

About Ignihyde Song

Ozawa: I imagined the electric style of Ignihyde’s BGM when I made it. I wrote the lyrics as well. I thought they should be down and dark, but I was told to make them upbeat. 

🍩: It sounds like Idia having a really good time.

Ozawa: There is a feeling of “Are there three singers?” We had 🤖 sing in a variety of different ways. It was amazing. And I was really impressed by 💀 as well. It is not easy to sing like that, but he understood perfectly. There is a lot of wordplay in the lyrics. We received so many ideas from Toboso-sensei. I wouldn't have been able to make this song without her. The lyrics were cooler when I started out. She asked me to go in a cheesier direction. 

About Diasomnia Song

Ozawa: I went with symphonic rock for this one. I like gothic metal, and I didn’t hold back. I recorded 12 vocal tracks for the mixed chorus, and then had all the voice actors record two takes each, for a total of 8 tracks. I sang for it, too. I sang three parts and layered about six takes. In total the chorus is made up of the equivalent of 26 individual vocal parts layered together. The first time I saw the lyrics I thought, “Uh—what? What is that?”

Aozora: I was asked to write lyrics where you can’t tell what is being said. From the very start, that was the request. I put in as many words that people don’t use anymore as I could. I could tell it was going to be difficult for the voice actors. I wrote down how to pronounce the words and explanations for them. 🐉 ’s part comes in and he just completely blows you away.

Ozawa: It’s like a dragon’s wings unfurling before your eyes.

Aozora: It was perfectly Malleus on the first take.

Ozawa Takumi and Aozora Ichika have been collaborating together for over 20 years. More information here.

Ozawa Takumi Interview (2020):

Ozawa Takumi Interview (2024):

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Okay, now.... how about... how they'll react if we got badly sick, not a simple sickness, like, we coughing blood ? For the cookies : Shadow Milk, Pure Vanilla, Wind Archer and Caramel arrow cookies please !!

Hehehe I do love angst. Sorry in advance to the Wind Archer and Caramel Arrow fans

Their Reaction to You Being Sick

Shadow Milk, Pure Vanilla, Wind Archer, Caramel Arrow

TW: Major character death, injury, sickness

Shadow Milk

In all the years eons he’d been alive, Shadow Milk can’t remember a moment he was more terrified. The night you woke him up with a knock on his door, saying something about pain and cold. When he had touched your cheek and instead he felt his fingertips burn. How you had collapsed in his arms.

Now here he was, hovering close to your bed as his minions tended to you. He was rigid, observing like a solder. Nothing could go wrong.

Some time between sleeping and treatment, you had turned your head to look at him. “Are you okay?”

He scoffed at the ridiculous question. “Why are you asking me that? You’re the one who’s dying.”

As soon as the word left his mouth, his eyes widened. Dying. He hadn’t meant to say it. He should have never spoken his fears out loud. You don’t seem too phased with a weak shake of your head. “I won’t die.”

“I know.” He mumbled, fiddling with his sleeves before looking up. The doubt in his eyes was visible. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” You said, mostly to comfort him. A small smile graced your lips. “I can’t leave you alone after all.”

As much as he wanted to take comfort in your words, he felt the pit of dread grow. There was a chance you could leave him alone. He’d been alone for centuries. He’d never admit it, but he was terrified of ending up that way again.

“You’re hurting.” You continued, ever observant. “I can see it.”

A bitter smile tugged at his lips and he let out a huffed breath. “You shouldn’t be worried about me, love.”

“But I am.” Your voice is stern as you reach out for his hand. He took it without question. “I know you hide behind a facade of being perfectly, morbidly happy. But I know what you really feel. You hate being lonely. You’re struggling.”

“Damn you.” He muttered, turning his face away. “I’m supposed to be the greatest liar in the universe. Why can you see through them?”

I shrugged, squeezing his hand. “Maybe I’m more powerful than you think I am.”

“You better be. And use some of that power to heal, okay?”

You nodded, pulling your hand away to rest it under your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut as sleep room over once more. Shadow Milk didn’t move an inch. He waited until you were asleep to say what he was really feeling.

“Get better, okay? Because you’re right. I can’t lose you. You’re the only one holding me together.”

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Pure Vanilla

Ever since the cake monster attacks had increased on their crumbling little refuge, Pure Vanilla hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep. It seemed like every minute another villager was injured or sick. A line had started to form outside of his tent for the more minor injuries and a room stuffed full of patients were waiting on him, bedridden. There was no time for rest.

Pure Vanilla was known for his placidity and unwavering composure, but he was beginning to crack. He managed to keep a smile and a hopeful gleam in his eye, but he couldn’t deny the frustration that was building inside of him. Not at the sick and injured, no. Never at his subjects. However the situation they were in managed to irl him in just the slightest.

He had felt himself beginning to waver the day you were brought back to camp by Black Raisin Cookie. The two of you had been fending off monsters in the nearby area, protecting the camp with all of your strength. That day you had been distracted. It was his fault.

Your divided attention caused your movements to slow, allowing an opening for an ambush. The cake monsters, commanded by Dark Enchantress herself, managed to overwhelm you until Black Raisin was able to come to your aid.

The weight on Pure Vanilla’s shoulders felt heavier. He was the reason you were distracted. It was his fault.

Earlier that day, you had found his staff unwrapped. You had seen that one eyed staff in paintings. The Ancient hero, Pure Vanilla’s staff. So how was it that your dear healer had managed to find it?

You had confronted him later and with enough push, managed to find the truth. Part of you had always known your healer was special, but you had never imagined it would be to this degree. You had simply run out of the tent in shock. That was the last he has seen of you until you weaker back injured.

With a soft breath, he pushed himself off of the stool he had been sitting on. He was going to check on the more severe cases. He was going to check on you.

He made his way to the makeshift infirmary and sat by your side. His had found yours rather quickly, and he closed his eyes, willing his last bits of energy to heal you. But before he could, he felt your hand leave his.

“Don’t.” Your voice was hoarse and you forced your eyes to stay open. “Don’t use it on me.”

Pure Vanilla’s brow furrowed, a frown tugging at his lips. “Why not? I can heal you.”

“If you heal me now, you won’t be able to heal the others.” You coughed, your face screwing up in pain. “Please, focus on them first.”

“You are no less important than they are. Please let me heal you.” He pleaded, reaching for your hand once more. “It’s the least I can do for keeping my secret.”

But you simply shook your head. “I pledged my life to protect these people. They are the priority, even with healing. And what do you mean about your secret?”

“You could’ve told the camp who I truly am. You could’ve told them that I’ve been… holding out on them.” Pure Vanilla looked down, the weariness showing in his eyes for the first time.

“You haven’t been holding out on anyone.” You squeezed his hand. “Even heroes have their limits. And I believe you kept your identity a secret for good reason. I trust you.”

“You are too good.” He smiled softly, bringing your hand to his lips. “And yet you refuse to let me help you.”

“You can heal me once the other are save. I beg of you to help them first.”

As much as he was tempted to inform your pleas and heal you right then and there, Pure Vanilla respected you too much to do so. Besides, you were strong. Strong enough to survive this injury. He nodded, lowering your hand and moving up to kiss your forehead instead. “As you wish.”

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Wind Archer

It was another day that Pomegranate Cookie had crossed into the forest. Somehow, she always sensed when he was at his worst. Like always, she had tracked him down and spoken to him about joining their forces. Joining Dark Enchantress Cookie.

He would be lying if he had said the words weren’t getting to him. She promised a world where the forest could flourish without other kingdoms around to destroy it. For many months, his forest had been plagued by pollution from those other kingdom, poisoning everything he loved. One of those things was you.

When Wind Archer stepped through the door, he set down his bow and searched for you. Somewhere deep inside him dared to hope you’d be walking about outside, but the rational part of him knew that wasn’t the case. You had been sick for nearly a month with no sign of improvement. You, a spirit of the forest, were tied to every living plant and animal. You were also tied to their pain.

You were lying in bed, looking deathly pale. Dark veins crawled over your skin like you had been poisoned, which technically you had. Wind Archer sat down next to you, brushing your hair away from your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“How are you feeling, Sunflower?” He murmured, lying down next to you so he could tuck himself into your side. This close to you, he could hear you struggling to breathe. That alone nearly sent him back to Pomegranate Cookie who was surely still lurking.

“My love.” The words came out painfully as you did your best to turn and look at him. “It’s getting worse.”

He felt a pant in his chest, pushing himself up to him elbow to look at you better. “Worse?”

“I don’t know how much lo-.”

“No.” He cut you off immediately, his face hardening. “I promised you I’d find a way to heal you, remember?”

You could only nod, too weak to argue. Wind Archer pulled you closer, burying his face into your hair. His mind wandered back to Pomegranate Cookie’s offer. He had dedicated his whole life to purifying the darkness. Could he truly become it instead?

When he looked back down, you had already fallen back into a restless sleep. Your eyes were screwed shut in pain. You looked anything but peaceful.

Becoming darkness could save you…

But he knew what you would say. You’d urge him not to give in to the tempting offers of Dark Enchantress Cookie. You had always defended all life, including the lives of those who were killing you now. If he turned to save you, would you ever forgive him?

So with a shake of his head, he decided to listen to you and keep fighting for the light. Even if it meant finding another way to heal you.

Weeks passed by with no good news. You seemed to get worse by the second, but Wind Archer refused to give up. He had sworn on the light in his soul to find a cure for you.

He was making his rounds through the woods, keeping a sharp eye out for anything irregular. He noticed the footsteps immediately. It had been a few weeks since he had heard those steps, but they were familiar nonetheless. Wind Archer turned, his bow ready. “Pomegranate Cookie.”

Pomegranate Cookie immersed from the shadows, as calm and collected as ever. She studied his weary demeanor and dull eyes with a ghost of a smile one her lips.

“What do you want?” Wind Archer tightened his grip on his bow. “Do you truly think I will give in so easily.”

Unlike the other times she had visited, Pomegranate Cookie did not start preaching in Dark Enchantress’s name. She simply looked at him with veiled emotion, but her eyes sparkled like she had already won. “You should go check your home.”

Wind Archer barely registered his bow falling from his hand. He hardly noticed the wind lifting him and racing toward his home. He didn’t even stop to think until he was through the door and standing at the foot of your bed.

You looked as pale and sick as ever, but something was different. Your eyes were open and glazed over. Wind Archer was shocked you even noticed his presence. Your fave twisted in pain and guilt and you managed to utter a single apology.

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and rushed to your side, grabbing your hand tightly in his own. “No, my love. No-.”

“Everything hurts.” You mumble, looong up at him with pleading eyes. “You promised you’d find a crude. Have you?”

He didn’t have the heart to say no. He simply pulled you into his arms and held you tightly, muttering a string of apologies. “Forgive me.”

It wasn’t long before you stopped breathing. He felt your body go limp in his arms. The unbearable agony that gripped at his heart nearly made him crumble on the spot. You were gone.

The next few days went by on a blur. He only remembered flashes of burying you, of the words he spoke at your grave, of the small crowd of wildlife that had gathered to witness it all. But he remembered the burning fire in his heart. How it consumed him completely.

He had dedicated his life to purifying the darkness. To bringing light to the world. But the light had died. There was nothing left but darkness.

So with the weight of the world on his shoulders, he approached Pomegranate Cookie. She wasn’t surprised to see him there. Her sinister eyes met his lifeless ones as he kneeled before her. If only he had done so earlier, you could’ve been saved. He had to save what was left of the forest in the way he couldn’t save you.

“I will join. Turn me to darkness.”

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Caramel Arrow

It had only been a few days since the fog had descended on the city. An odd white fog made of flour. It stung the eyes and got caught in the lungs, but most of the Dark Cacao kingdom citizens thought nothing of it. They had battled back the monsters of the licorice sea for decades. A little fog couldn’t stop them.

But then the sickness started. Cookies were waking up with the tips of their fingers white as snow. Flour. It would spread until the afflicted vanished into the fog with a smile on their face, and an unnatural peace in their heart. The Pale Ailment, they called it.

The infirmary had begun to overflow with patients, dozens of cookies becoming infected every day. The healers were working day and night, on the brink of total exhaustion. But they had yet to save even one life from this mysterious sickness. Once you caught it, you were as good as dead.

So when Caramel Arrow received word that you were in the infirmary, your hands and arms turning white with flour, she couldn’t believe it. Just the day prior, the two of you had been patrolling together. You seemed fine! How could this have happened?

No. It had to be a mistake. There was no way you had caught the incurable disease. You couldn’t have.

She raced to the infirmary as fast as she could, nearly breaking down the doors as she entered. A healer came up to her, placing his hand on her shoulder and mumbling something about ‘calming down’ and ‘scaring the patients’. But Caramel Arrow wasn’t listening. She looked past the healer, desperately searching for your face. She prayed to the witches she wouldn’t see it. Not here.

But no such luck was on her side. She spotted you in a corner, your face pale with flour. She shoved the healer aside and dashed toward your bed, taking your hand in hers as she shook her head.

“No.” Her voice was weak with shock. “No no no, not you!”

You turned your head, blinking slowly as you saw her beside you. “Caramel Arrow…”

“You can’t be sick! Tell me it isn’t so!” She squeezed your hand so tightly it nearly made you wince. You let out a shaky breath, your voice hoarse from the flour in your throat. “You weren’t supposed to know.”

“Wh- no. What do you mean?!”

“I didn’t want you to know I was dying.” You coughed and the bead side turns dusty with the flour from your lungs. “You should be out there fighting like you always do. Not worrying about me.”

“So you were just going to die and let me find out later?!”

You looked away, unable to meet her devastated gaze. “I don’t know.”

“You’re not going to die. You won’t.” Her voice cracked as she rests her forehead on the back of your hand. “You can’t.”

“This is for the better, you know.”

Caramel Arrow froze, going completely ridged. Her eyes widened in horror and betrayal like you had just struck her with her own arrow. Her eyes narrow. “Don’t. Don’t you dare say that.”

You sighed and closed your eyes. “You don’t understand.”

“Of course I don’t!”

“I will finally be at peace when I return to flour. All will finally be well.”

Caramel Arrow dropped your hand and stands up, knocking her chair over in the process. “All will be well?! Do you even hear yourself?! You’re okay with dying?! With leaving me???”

You winced at her voice, never seeing her so angry and desperate before. But she had a point.

“No.” You mumbled, coughing once more. “Leaving you is the part that hurts me.”

She took in a short breath, her will to yell and scream at you disintegrating. She had wanted to grab you by the shoulders and shake you until you fought to live once more, but she couldn’t do it.

You reached for her hand once more, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re the only reason I don’t want to give in to this peace completely. So please… will you stay?”

She nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. Without a word, she slid next to you in the cot, holding you tightly. She stayed like that for hours until you both had fallen asleep.

And in the morning, she had woken up with nothing but flour in her arms.

[rainandsentences]

Long Enough

older conrad fisher x f!reader

synopsis: he realizes what has been always in front of him...

rate: 16+

warnings: angst with fluff ending!

a/n: as many of you requested it, here it is part two of this <3

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He didn’t go after you right away.

He just stood there, on the edge of the beach, watching your silhouette disappear into the dark — the sound of waves louder than his heartbeat, but not by much.

Belly had looked at him like she was unraveling. And all he’d done was stand there and let it happen.

He sat down in the sand, elbows on his knees, hands rubbing over his face like that could undo the way you had looked at him — like he had broken something he never deserved in the first place.

And yes, he had.

So for a long time, all he could do was stare out at the water because he didn’t know what he expected to feel when Belly walked in. Maybe some kind of closure. Maybe relief. Maybe that old spark that used to make everything else fade out. Because, how could he be so stupid to make you feel like that? You didn't deserve it, not when you've done so much for him, when you had loved him... maybe that was it, he was afraid of going to the bottom of his heart and finally clear what he felt and what he wanted.

Not again. In the past, he lost Belly for his lack of communication for his fears and intrusive thoughts. And now, he couldn't lose you, not like that.

Now all that he felt was panic.

Not because he wanted Belly, she was his past and he could understand that.

Because he knew exactly what you would see in him in that moment — and worse, he knew you were right.

He smacked himself mentally for saying that, for saying that he was still hers. Belly's.

And he was right about it, but not in the way you had thought. She was still part of his life, she was his friend and one of his first loves.

But now they were adults, he was a doctor and the teenager fever was now away, away for good and for the best.

He didn’t hear Belly until she sat down beside him.

He didn’t look over. Just murmured, “Didn’t think you’d come.”

“My parents are the main characters, Conrad.,” she said gently. "You didn't wanted to see me?"

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you were surprised.”

He exhaled. “Yeah.”

They were quiet for a while. The music from the tent drifted faintly through the wind.

“She left,” Belly said.

“I know,” he whispered. “She should’ve.”

“She loves you, you know.” Belly looked at him. "It's been a while, Conrad. And honestly I´m so happy for you, she is really amazing and you both complement each other for good."

“I know.” Conrad said as he nods slowly. "But I'm a fool... she deserves better. She´s beautiful and so intelligent..."

"And you love her.”

That made him pause.

Then, voice low: “I didn’t know how much. Not until I saw her walk away.”

Belly didn’t try to console him. She didn’t tell him he was forgiven, or that you’d come back, or that any of this was easy.

Instead, she nodded toward the water. “I think we all got stuck in something we outgrew.”

Conrad’s throat tightened.

“You were the first boy I ever loved,” Belly added. “But we both know I’m not the last girl you’re going to so, I think you can try talk to her and fix up things," she said. “ I don't know what happened between you guys but she’s worth it, Conrad." She says softly. "Don't mess it up."

Ho looked away as he nodded. "It was nice to see you, Belly. Send your parents our congratulations." He said as he stood up and walked out of the party.

It was almost midnight by the time he got to your hotel. He didn’t stop to think about what to say — just knew that if he didn’t say something now, it would haunt him for the rest of his life.

He knocked once, then again.

You opened the door slowly, wearing one of his sweatshirts and eyes that didn’t look angry anymore — just tired.

His heart clenched.

“What do you want? Don’t say you’re here to explain,” you said.

“I’m not,” Conrad replied, stepping forward just enough that you could see the truth in his eyes. “I’m here to tell you what I should’ve said a long time ago.”

You didn’t speak, just crossed your arms and waited.

“I’ve been holding onto a version of myself that doesn’t exist anymore,” he started. “The guy who was in love with Belly — I think he faded out a long time ago. But I kept chasing his ghost, trying to make sense of a story that already ended.”

Your jaw tightened.

He kept going.

“And while I was doing that, you were there. With me. For me. You let me be quiet. You didn’t try to fix me, or compete with what I lost. You just loved me.”

His voice cracked.

“And I’ve been a coward. Because part of me thought I didn’t deserve to be loved like that. Especially not by someone like you.”

He took a step closer.

“But I do love you. I’m in love with you. And I think I have been for a long time, but I was too scared to admit that the thing I wanted most was right in front of me.”

You looked up at him, slowly, and he saw the tears in your eyes.

But you didn’t back away.

"You looked at her like the world shifted,” you said, voice shaking.

“I looked at her like I remembered something,” he said. “Not like I wanted it back. Not like I wanted her. Just... like I saw a chapter close for real. And I panicked, because I didn’t know how to tell you that it was over without making you feel like you were second choice.”

You looked away.

“I’m not asking you to forget tonight,” he said gently. “I’m not even asking you to forgive me yet. But I am asking you to believe me.”

Silence stretched between you.

Then, softly: “I don’t want to spend another day wondering if I’m going to lose you. I want to wake up and know that you’re mine because i love you... I love you with my whole heart and I as well, long to be yours."

You stared at him and stepped forward.

“I haven't forgive you, you know?,” you whispered.

"I understand." He nods sadly.

"But I love you too, Conrad." You say softly as you lean on and kissed him.

It wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t careful.

It was every bit of the ache and anger and want that had built between you for months — maybe years. It was teeth and tears and the press of his hands at your jaw, holding you like you were real, like you were home.

When you finally pulled back, you were breathless and so was he.

You looked up at him with trembling lips and a wet laugh. “Don’t ever make me feel like I’m less than again.”

“I won't because you're not.” he whispered. "I'm sorry, darling."

You nod.

“And I'm yours...” he said. "Okay?"

"Okay."

And this time, when he held you…

You believed it.

[absolutebl]

2025 BL Recs (So Far)

tagged by @hughungrybear in this post.

Since I keep track of this I can give you a full list over everything I've labeled 9/10 or higher as of Aug 1 2025. These would be BLs that ended this year (even if they started in 2024). It's been a pretty great year so far! In not particular order these were all 9/10s for me.

Our Youth AKA Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu

Japan Gaga

Adapted from a Korean Webtoon I can see why this went to Japan, it's way too harsh for KBL.

Essentially a story about two lonely boys from opposite sides of the track who fall madly in love in high school, despite the fact that one is neglected and the other physically abused. This has a rough premise (all the trigger warnings) BUT is an oddly lovely little show. Darker than is my personal preference but sublimely stylish, turns out sometimes that combo works for me (see The 8th Sense). The word that springs to mind is “refined.”

I enjoyed the restful distancing feel of the beautiful filming style, Japan's signature utter thirst, and some ostentatiously poetic dialogue. This is edgy pretty.

See Your Love

Taiwan Viki & Gaga

An incredibly darling little show. I genuinely couldn’t have enjoyed it more. About a deaf care worker and his spoiled broken little prince. Taiwanese BL at its softest and best. Highly recommended.

ThamePo

Thailand YouTube or Viki

The boyband idol romance I've been waiting for from Korea, only Thailand did it instead. Quintessentially Thai and very GMMTV with good production values, great chemistry, and a solid support cast. It also was a hung romance mostly driven by external conflict and a found family reunion trope so I didn’t mind (too much) when that romance thread felt secondary. I loved it (except, of course, the singing).

The Heart Killers

Thailand IQIYI

Jojo directs this action romcom about assassin brothers (Khao & Joong) meets conmen: tattoo artist ex-booster (First) and very flirty mechanic (Dunk). I dithered over how to rate this. It felt like an 8 show wearing a 9’s britches. There were dropped threads, forgotten characters, and unfinished plot lines even with a particularly long run time. And, for me, it doesn’t have significant rewatch potential. But... it was such fun (when one applies no expectations or logic) and I enjoyed the wildly unhinged relationships and, weirdly, music.

I mean nobody claimed that we needed Taming of the Shrew only with gay Thai hitmen, but we really needed it.

And no one asked for Petruchio to be the gayest brat ever to strut his perfect skin and croptops across our screens, and yet we loved him for it.

Sure it didn’t make sense and was utterly absurd, but it was terribly earnest and sexy about it. In the end this goes hand-in-hand with all these other absurd crime pieces we’ve been getting since KP, and frankly I like this one the best so far.

When it Rains it Pours AKA Futtara Doshaburi

Japan Gaga & Viki

I really enjoyed this show, not despite it's darkness but because of it. Certainly cheating and escaping dysfunctional LTRs is difficult subject matter and not for everyone (frankly it's usually not for me) but this was Japan at its BL finest. They handled it with consummate (if stiff) elegance.

In the end, this was actually a lovely little narrative about finding your person despite being held in stasis by the wrong one already. And while I’m not sure this will get many re-watches from me, but I still appreciate this show for the unique voice and storyline that it added to the general BL zeitgeist.

Your Sky

Thailand iQIYI

As pulps go this is right up there with my favorite if all time, My Ride, but for different less complex reasons (and with better chemistry). This is a relatively simple yet endearingly old fashioned story of a fake relationship between a sunshine sweetie and an older reserved rich kid who slowly fall in love with him. Its soft gentle low-stakes leans on everything I love best about Thai BL, no damage and no trauma.

It’s a warm fuzzy robe of a show that will not hurt you, featuring some of the greenest flags I have ever seen in the genre.

Ball Boy Tactics

Korea Gaga

After retiring from gymnastics a gold medalist, painfully shy Jiwon struggles to survive university. He gets adopted by a group of jocks and falls in love with campus heartthrob and basketball star JeongU. I loved this so much (especially Choi Jae Hyeok's acting). It’s Semantic Error meets FC Soldout and so very charming. It's also well executed, fast paced, and good natured. Can’t go wrong with this one, I smiled most of the time I was watching.

This last show has the distinction of being the first on this list to get a full rewatch, so I clearly loved it.

(source)

[asmodaya]

“I need you tonight”

Choi Moo-jin x Fem!reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, infidelity, rough sex, morally grey characters, emotionally intense/dysfunctional relationship, toxic dynamics.

Words: 5.5k

Synopsis: They promised to stop. They lied.

A/N: I’m really glad you guys have been enjoying my work, it genuinely means so much to me 🖤 As I mentioned before, I have another Choi Moo-jin smut coming… but it’s really big 😭 (almost 10k words). I’m still trying to decide if I should divide it. It doesn’t really make sense to split it because the slow burn in their relationship needs time to build but I’m also a little nervous that no one will actually read something that long. So let me know if you’d be into it anyway! Your feedback means a lot to me. (And as always, English isn’t my first language, so please be kind 💕)

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“They came in from the west lot,” she said, not looking up. “Two vehicles. No markings, no uniforms at first glance, at least not until they were close.”

“Unmarked cops?” Moo-jin asked around the drag of his cigarette.

“Or hired hands playing dress-up,” she replied, tapping the edge of a page against the desk, aligning the papers. “Either way, they weren’t amateurs. They knew exactly what they were looking for.”

Moo-jin shifted in his seat, the leather creaking under his weight. He downed the rest of his drink and set the glass down with a sharp clink. His eyes flicked up, unreadable under the shadowed light.

“How many lost?”

“Three confirmed,” Tae-ju exhaled sharply through his nose. “One injured. Cargo’s gone.”

Moo-jin didn’t flinch.

“And the inside leak?” he asked.

“Still digging.” She hesitated, just for a second. “But the list is getting shorter.”

His jaw flexed once, a muscle ticking near the corner of his mouth.

“Tae-ju,” he said, “clear the remaining routes. Reassign men from warehouse security. I want eyes on every move from now to Thursday. Go.”

Tae-ju nodded once. “Yes, Sir.” Then, with a glance toward Y/n, he turned and left, the door closing behind him with a soft but final thud.

The silence that followed was thick.

Moo-jin didn’t move. He just sat there, the cigarette now burning low between his fingers. Smoke curled and drifted in slow spirals above his head.

Y/n resumed stacking the papers, sliding them into a slim black folder. “I’ll have the revised routes drawn up and sent over by morning,” she said.

Still, he said nothing.

She took a step back from the desk, exhaling softly. “Do you need anything else before I go?”

His answer came quiet after a beat of silence.

“I need you tonight.”

She froze mid-motion, her arms still at her sides. A pause… Heavy. Too long to pretend she hadn’t heard it.

Her shoulders rose, subtly, like her lungs had filled too much in a single breath. Then they fell again, just as slow, as she turned her head slightly toward him.

“We agreed to stop this.” Her voice wasn’t sharp. It was tired and almost gentle.

He didn’t respond right away. The cigarette burned down to the filter, smoke curling around the dark set of his jaw. When he finally crushed it out in the tray, his hand trembled, barely, but enough.

“I know” he rasped.

Her shoulders stiffened. “ I …” she began, but the words died, brittle in her mouth.

“You think I haven’t tried?” he asked quietly. His voice wasn’t calm, there was something ragged at the edges, something hungry. “Every fucking night, I try. And every night, I end up here...thinking about you.”

Silence pooled heavy between them.

Slowly, he pushed back his chair. The scrape of wood on the floor sounded louder than it should have.

For a breath, he just stood there, staring at her like he was willing himself not to move closer.

Then he took a step, then another. He circled the desk, unworried, like he knew she could feel the space between them shrinking.

Her breath snagged, part of her wanted to look over her shoulder, part of her didn’t dare. The thud of her own heartbeat drowned out everything else.

Heat pressed against her spine as he came up behind her.

“We can’t keep doing this,” she whispered, her voice soft but splintering. “It’ll destroy us.”

“Then let it,” he breathed behind her, closer now, voice rough and quiet. “Without you I’m already fucking ruined.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into her hand. “Please… don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he rasped. “Don’t fucking need you?”

Slowly, his hand hovered near her hip, not quite touching, but close enough that the heat prickled along her skin. “You don’t see it, do you?” His voice caught. “What this does to me?”

“Moo-jin…” she breathed, barely audible.

“Look at me”

Her eyes fluttered shut, a sharp inhale rattling in her chest, like if she couldn’t see him, maybe she wouldn’t come apart.

“Look at me,” he said again, harsher now, voice fraying at the edges.

Her eyes snapped open. Obedient. Her shoulders trembled as she finally turned, slow, reluctant and met his gaze.

 “We said we wouldn’t do this anymore.” Her voice sounded like a plead.

 “I know we said that,” he murmured, “But I haven’t slept in days.”

She drew in a sharp breath, chest rising under her blouse. “Then sleep.”

“I can’t… not without you.”

 “Sh...” Her voice caught. She cleared her throat. “She’s waiting for you.”

“I don’t care.”

Her head tipped backwards, eyes closing. “You should.”

“Why?” His tone was low.

“Because you’re married.”

“So are you.” He didn’t miss a beat.

A quiet laugh, not humor, just disbelief ghosted past her lips. “That’s the problem”

“I should go” Her hand came up, resting flat against his chest, trying to hold a line between them. 

His gaze dropped, catching on her fingers, the ring glinted faintly, mocking, maybe. “You still wear that like it means something”

Her eyes followed his. She lowered her hand a little, just enough to see the band, the pale gold against her skin.

“Because it does,” she said.

“Does it?” His voice softened, not mocking, not cruel. Just quiet and honest.

“It’s supposed to,” she murmured.

His fingers traced down her arm, slow, careful. Not claiming her, not taking. Just… touching. Like he didn’t get to do this anywhere else.

“Does it mean something to him?” he asked quietly. Her jaw clenched.

His hand ghosted lower, brushing her waist. The contact was barely there, almost like a question. “When he’s fucking someone else in your bed?”

Her eyes snapped toward him, not in outrage, not really. More like a wound he pressed too hard.

“Am I wrong?”

Her silence answered him.

“He doesn’t even try to hide it.” he added quietly.

“That doesn’t make it any less...” She cut herself off, looking away. “That doesn’t give us an excuse.”

“Who said I’m looking for excuses?” Moo-jin stepped closer. His thumb traced slow circles over the fabric at her waist, and his breath was warm against her temple.

“Let me go…” she breathed, softer now, almost like a plea. Her hand was still on his chest, palm flat, trying to keep him back  but her fingers curled, just barely, catching in the fold of his shirt.

“Don’t…” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Don’t push me away. Not tonight.”

Her chest rose and fell, shallow, uneven. “We can’t keep doing this,” she whispered, but the words sounded thinner each time she repeated them.

His hand moved higher, thumb brushing the curve of her ribs, feeling the fast flutter of her heartbeat. “You keep saying that,” he breathed, so close his words seemed to slip under her skin. “But you never mean it.”

“I do,” she said, but it came out weak, almost like she was trying to convince herself.

“Do you?” His forehead dipped, resting lightly against hers. “Then why do you let me this close?” His nose brushed hers, soft, maddening. 

Her breath caught, and she turned her face away but his hand caught her jaw, gentle but firm, guiding her back until her gaze met his.

“Don’t look away” he whispered. His thumb traced the edge of her lower lip. 

“Please…” she whispered, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

“Please what?” he breathed the words hot against her neck. His lips brushed her skin, soft at first before his mouth opened, teeth grazing just enough to make her breath catch.

Her hand trembled on his chest, not pushing, just gripping, needing something to hold on to. “This isn’t right …”

“I know,” he murmured, his mouth drifting lower, kissing the curve where her neck met her shoulder. “But here we fucking are.”

“You can’t keep…”

“Doing what?” he rasped, mouth hot against her pulse. “Making you remember what it feels like to be wanted?”

His hand slid around her waist, slow at first, rough at the endpalm dragging over the thin fabric, fingers spreading at the small of her back, pressing her closer.

“How long, huh?” he murmured, mouth brushing her neck, his lips grazing slowly as he tasted her skin. “How long since you were really fucked? Since someone made you come so hard you forgot your own fucking name?” The words sounded like they scraped out of his chest.

Her head dropped, heat flushing up her throat. “Moo-jin…” Shame burned behind her eyes. 

His mouth dragged back up, lips grazing the shell of her ear. “I know he tries. But it’s never enough, is it?” His voice roughened,“Too fast… too fucking careless.”

His hand moved lower, palm dragging over the soft curve of her hip, thumb pressing in just enough. “He doesn’t even fucking know, does he?… What you really like.”

Her lashes fluttered, chest rising too fast, air scraping out in a shaky exhale.

“Doesn’t know you get wet when someone bites your neck… right here,” he breathed, teeth grazing the side of her throat, his breath turning hot and uneven.

Her shoulders twitched, skin prickling under his mouth, shame and heat burning through her in the same breath.

“Doesn’t know you want to be held down,” he kept going, voice lower now, words spilling like he couldn’t stop. His other hand came up, fingers brushing the hollow of her throat, thumb pressing lightly against the soft skin. “Want someone to pin you so tight you can’t even fucking move.”

Her hand twitched, half wanting to push him away, half wanting to grab onto him so she wouldn’t fall.

“And when you’re close,” he rasped, “you like it when I squeeze… just enough to make your head spin.” His thumb pressed a fraction harder at her throat, not enough to hurt, just enough. Her pulse fluttered wild under his skin, and the sound that slipped from her lips was small, helpless and raw.

“Fuck…” he breathed.

Her mouth parted like she wanted to deny it but couldn’t.

His hand slid up, slow, rough, palm flattening just under her breast, thumb brushing the thin fabric stretched tight over her skin. “He doesn’t know any of this,” Moo-jin whispered, voice rough with something that almost sounded like grief. “Doesn’t fucking care to know.”

“Stop it…” she breathed, but it was barely a word, barely air.

“No,” he rasped, mouth brushing behind her ear, breath broken. “Because you don’t want me to” his thumb traced over her nipple slowly.

Her jaw clenched, shame heating her face, and tinting her cheeks.

His hand slid to her ass, fingers digging in, pulling her into the hard line of him. “Feel that?” he rasped, “That’s what you fucking do to me.”

A small, broken moan caught in her throat, head tipping into his chest.

“Fucking say it,” he rasped, breath hot, voice rough as gravel. “Say you fucking want it.”

“I…” her voice stuttered, but her hips pushing forward against him. “I want it…”

“Yeah,” he growled, lips crushing against her neck, control breaking apart. “I know you fucking do.”

His hand tightened on her waist, dragging her closer until there was nothing left between them but heat. “Kiss me…” he rasped, the words came low, almost pained, before his mouth finally crashed against hers.

The kiss started hard, rough with everything unsaid, but softened as he tasted the tremor of her breath  tongue sweeping into her mouth, claiming, coaxing, burning through her last resistance.

His hands slid lower, palms dragging over her hips, gripping her ass, pulling her against the thick, hard length straining in his pants. He swallowed her broken sound with another kiss, deeper this time, tongue tasting the want she tried to hide.

Between kisses the words slipped “God, look at you…” His mouth broke from hers, lips dragging down her jaw, nipping at the soft skin below her ear. “Will you let me to fuck you right here?”

Her breath caught, head tipping back as his tongue flicked over her pulse. “Yes…”

“Say it,” he growled, voice lower now, words spilling between hungry kisses pressed to her neck. “Say you want it…”

“I do,” she gasped out, shame burning through her voice, hips pressing into his. “I need it… I need you…”

His mouth found hers again, biting her lower lip before soothing it with his tongue, swallowing the shaky moan that spilled out of her. One hand fisted in the back of her hair, tilting her head, deepening the kiss until it left them both breathless.

The other hand slid around, bunching the hem of her dress skirt in his fist, dragging it slowly, teasingly higher,  rough fingertips grazing the bare skin of her thigh, thumb stroking the inside until goosebumps prickled up her skin.

“Fuck,” he rasped against her lips, breath ragged. “I’ve missed these legs around me… feeling you like this…”

His palm swept up higher under the skirt, thumb brushing along the damp heat between her thighs through the thin slip of her panties. “Already wet,” he smiled against her mouth.

 “Eyes on me sweetheart… I want to see your face”

Her breath shuddered, nails digging into his shoulders as his fingers slipped beneath the thin lace, dragging the soaked fabric aside. When his fingertips brushed her bare heat, she gasped into his mouth, hips jerking helplessly.

“That’s it,” he murmured, thumb brushing over her slickness, slow but rough, drawing another sharp, broken sound from her throat. “Fuck, you feel that? That’s mine…”

“Moo-jin…” she gasped, words breaking, shame and need tangling so tight it hurt. “Please…”

His hand left her, fumbling at his belt, he dragged his pants down just enough, cock thick and flushed, breath shuddering as he pressed the tip to her heat.

Her hands flew to his shoulders, fingers curling tight, body trembling, chest rising so fast it hurt. The first push stole her breath, hot, heavy, stretching her.

His eyes stayed locked to hers, jaw tight, mouth falling open with a low, guttural sound. “So fucking tight… your body fucking missed me.”

“God…” her voice broke, half a moan, half a sob of relief as he sank deeper, hips grinding forward until she felt full, her walls fluttering around him.

His hand fisted in her hair, holding her head up “I said eyes on me,” he ordered.

She tried to answer, but the words died in a ragged gasp as he drew back and pushed in again, harder this time, her back arching, breasts pressing into his chest, breath stuttering out of her lungs.

“Fuck… yes…” she breathed, nails digging into his dress shirt, heat pulsing through every nerve, the stretch and drag of him sending sparks dancing across her vision.

His mouth crashed against hers, messy, open-mouthed, tongues tangling, teeth clashing as his hips snapped forward again, dragging another broken cry from her lips.

His hand tightened at her hip, knuckles whitening, sweat slick between their bodies. Her walls clamped around him with every thrust, the slick heat pulling another rough curse from his throat.

“God… you feel that?” he groaned, “You’re dripping down my cock…”

“Moo-jin… fuck…”

“I know, baby,” he rasped, words slipping between kisses smashed against her mouth. “I fucking know… you’ve been waiting for this haven’t you? Been aching to be filled up…”

His hand slid down, palm flattening against her thigh, fingers bruising into her flesh as he pushed her leg higher, opening her up more. The next thrust went deeper, sharper, grinding against a spot that made her gasp and cling to him.

“That’s it,” he growled, jaw tightening, teeth bared for a breath. “Fucking take it… let me feel you.”

“Don’t stop… don’t you fucking stop,” she gasped, voice breaking apart, breath coming in short, ragged sobs.

“Not stopping,” he panted, mouth crashing to hers, kiss hot, messy, desperate. “Never fucking stopping…”

His thumb slid between them, rough and sure, pressing against her clit, circling. Her breath snapped, hips jerking, another strangled cry ripping from her throat.

“Fuck yes… yes” she gasped, words melting into a whimper, walls tightening so hard around him his rhythm faltered.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, sweat dripping between them. “God, you’re so fucking tight… you’re gonna make me come…”

Her legs shook, heat coiling so hot it hurt, every thrust sparking fire under her skin. “I’m… I’m gonna”

“Come for me,” he rasped, words breaking into a low growl. “Fucking come for me… want to feel you lose it around my cock…”

Her answer dissolved into a sob, head tipping back, vision white at the edges as everything snapped. Her walls clenched, pulsing around him, wet heat flooding between them as her body shook. “Moo-jin!”

His name ripped from her throat, raw, shameless, and it undid him. His hand locked on her hip, thrusts growing rough, uneven, desperate.

“Fuck… I’m coming inside you,” he snarled against her mouth, voice hoarse, broken. “Gonna fill you up…”

The last few thrusts turned messy, brutal, deeper than before, hips slamming into hers. His jaw locked tight, eyes squeezed shut, a muscle jumping in his cheek as he fought it, lost it, couldn’t stop.

Then his breath stalled, chest pressed hard to hers, a low, guttural sound tearing from his throat, raw, broken, almost like it hurt to let go. His cock twitched deep inside her, spilling hot, thick, pulsing against the tight clutch of her walls.

She felt it, the heat blooming inside, the raw stretch of him buried to the hilt, the deep, helpless grind of his hips as if he could push himself even deeper, as if he needed to mark her from the inside out.

Her breath caught, head tipping back, lashes fluttering. The rush of it, wet, hot, filthy made her walls flutter around him again, another shaky gasp escaping her parted lips.

He cursed low under his breath, voice wrecked, forehead dropping to hers. For a moment, the room felt too small for how hard they were breathing, sweat slicking their skin, hearts pounding wild against each other’s chests.

His hand stayed on her hip, grip still bruising, thumb stroking once over trembling skin as if to ground himself. Their noses brushed.

He stayed inside her for a beat too long, forehead resting against hers, like if he moved, it would all shatter. Finally, slowly, he eased out. His hand stayed firm on her hip, steadying her when her knees trembled.

“Easy,” he murmured, voice low, softer now. “I got you.”

She swallowed hard, body still shaking faintly. He smoothed his hand down her thigh, then let it linger at her knee, grounding her until her breathing evened out.

Carefully, he reached for her skirt, tugging it back down over her legs. His movements were unhurried, fingers brushing over her hips as he fixed what he’d undone.

“Come here,” he whispered, coaxing her closer, adjusting her blouse where it had slipped off her shoulder. He smoothed the fabric gently, thumb catching on a loose thread. Then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, palm cupping her cheek for a second longer than necessary.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

“Yes” She nodded, barely.

His thumb brushed her jaw, tipping her face toward him. “Thank you.”

Her chest tightened. She hated when he said that. It made it too real.

He sighed, forehead dropping briefly to hers before he stepped back, letting the space rush in between them. She smoothed her skirt, fingers shaking. He reached for his belt, fastening it in silence.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

“This was the last time,” she whispered.

He huffed a quiet laugh  not mocking, just tired. “We’ve said that before.”

“And we’ll keep saying it until we mean it.”

“But will you?” he asked, gaze searching hers. “Mean it?”

She hesitated, then looked away. “Will you?”

He didn’t answer. Just stepped closer again, slower this time, like gravity kept dragging him back to her. His hand rose, fingers brushing her hair back from her face, smoothing it down.

“Stay tonight,” he murmured.

Her breath caught. “Moo-jin…”

“Just to sleep.” His voice was quiet, almost pleading.

She closed her eyes, shoulders rising with a shaky breath. “You know I can’t.”

The room felt too still, too quiet now. Like the world outside had forgotten them completely.

Moo-jin didn’t speak. He just nodded, slowly, the kind of nod that doesn’t mean agreement. It means acceptance.

His hand lingered on her waist a second longer before it dropped. She adjusted her blouse, tugging at the fabric like she could smooth over what had just happened. But there was no hiding it. Not the mess of her hair. Not the way her lips were still kiss-swollen. Not the look in her eyes.

Especially not that.

She moved to pick up her bag and files long forgotten, fingers fumbling with the folder.

“ Will you be okay?” she asked softly, eyes still on her hands.

He didn’t answer right away.

“I’m never okay when you leave” he said.

The words landed between them like something sacred. Something final.

Her lashes lowered. She didn’t know what to say to that not without unraveling completely.

She turned toward the door, but before she could take a step, his voice stopped her.

“Y/n wait”

She turned back slowly.

He stepped forward, close again, his hands rose, cradling her face, thumbs brushing under her eyes as if memorizing her like this.

Like he always had to.

He leaned in, lips brushing hers, slow, soft, and heartbreakingly sweet. No teeth. No heat. Just want. His mouth moved over hers like a promise. Like an apology. His hands slid into her hair, gentle, grounding, as if she might vanish if he let go too soon.

She kissed him back with the kind of tenderness that only comes after ruin. Like she was trying to say I love you without saying it. Like she was trying to remember the shape of his mouth for every night she’d lie awake, alone, pretending she didn’t miss it.

When they finally pulled apart his eyes didn’t leave hers.

“I wish things were different…” she whispered.

His lips twitched, not a smile. Something sadder. “Yeah… me too.”

She nodded, slow, heavy, like the motion itself hurt. Then, as gently as he had touched her, she stepped away.

No more words.

Just the muted click of her heels on the floor, fading toward the door. The soft creak as it opened. A hush.

Then the quiet snap of it closing, a sound that felt too final, echoing louder than anything they’d said.

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[reveluving]

i reallllly just want to have a lazy day with benny. chinese takeout, we eat it in bed, maybe we drink wine, maybe more 👀 but generally i think he’d be the easiest to date out of the tf boys ykwim? like he really just wants to have a good time with someone he loves. love that guy 🩵

cool world ; benny miller x reader

a/n: I wish I actually remember what I dreamt about Benny last night besides the fact that I had his younger self during his Delta Force years as my lockscreen wallpaper, me sad :(( but anymore, thanks, anon dear!! I totally feel you!! :,))

warnings: very mild s~mut part at the end (minors DNI!), loads of fluff, a bit comedic (benny being our sweet, needy knucklehead), mild explicit language. just another feel-good piece!

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'What more could a man ask for?' ;

Whether you want something spicy like Sichuan or more common, milder flavours like Cantonese-style, or any other Chinese-style cuisine that tickles your fancy, with whatever drinks, alcoholic or not, you’d like to pair with, there is nothing better, and he swears, there is nothing better than having chill, lazy days with his beloved. Especially after a gruelling few days of practice, throwing punches and kicks like his life depended on it.

And, well, it kind of is, with his line of career, as well as the fact that out of everyone who comes to watch his matches, be it fans or hecklers, it pales in comparison because you were also watching. 

So, why wouldn’t he give it his all, especially knowing that in the end, he’ll come home to you? To pamper and be pampered by his angel on earth?

After all he has done in life, surviving in life with his brother and best friends, be it in his family, the Delta Force, or if you’d consider the heist in the South American converge, too, this man wants nothing more than to take it slow with the love of his life. 

He is undoubtedly wreaking havoc in the ring for a living, sure, but he has a home, a job, a stable income, Will and the boys, and you. What more could a man ask for? 

Well, if he had to, lazy days, of course.

But of course, he’s not the only one busy with work around the Miller's household, and when he’s the one taking care of you, he really takes care of you.

To him, the bare minimum is to get the place cleaned up as much as possible, so he could have you for the rest of the day. 

But Benny, if anything, didn’t like to do things the bare minimum.

So, besides errands, what does he do? Order takeout before you come home!

I like to think that Benny has a list in his mind, or if all else fails, his Notes app with little descriptions next to them for the less common picks to go with your usual.

‘We had that the last time we ordered in, so she might like this other thing today instead.’

‘She didn’t like the taste of this, so I’ll get that instead.’

‘She said she wanted to try this one day, so I’ll get it today.’

And yes, he tips the deliveryman generously. 

He knew you would want that.

Then, when it’s just you and him and home after a few hugs, kisses and a quick clean-up and change? Oh, it’s the highest level of heaven.

Be it in the living room in front of the TV over a show or movie, random or anticipated, or if none of you minded, in the bedroom, you will be encouraged to lean against him, his side, his chest against your back, whatever.

Feeding you? Never out of the question.

“This is pretty good.” He’d nod in approval at the fried rice he was having, spooning a good portion before holding it up to your lips. 

Getting into the fortune cookies is his favourite part. What's not to adore about being able to find the darndest messages and be like “what the hell is it even talking about” or a cheesy fortune about love and saying stuff like “hey babe, it's us” with a goofy smile just to make you laugh or coo?

“‘A night of serendipity awaits you tonight’,” He read out upon munching on the cookie, turning to you with an eyebrow waggle, “Is that right?” 

His smile only grew wider as you rolled your eyes, nudging his side for being proudly shameless.

If you tell him you loved listening to him talk, he’d tell you everything and anything, just as he loved listening to your voice, especially at times like these, too. 

You want to talk or rant about work? Go ahead, he’ll hold you real tight and close, idly rubbing his hands up and down your back and arm, and let you rest your head in his chest.

You want to talk about anything random? He’s all ears, if it gets you to brighten up, more so if he gets to chime in and contribute to your joy.

Perhaps you don’t want to talk, have a moment of silence holding one another, with the television volume on low while you eat? He won’t say no to that, it gives him the time to register the fact that this was real and that you were with him as he’s holding you close.

And if something more happens? Well, I did say Benny didn’t do the bare minimum. 

You can’t expect him not to melt whenever he has you in his arms, looking up at him with those pretty, trusting eyes, or when you’d press a kiss or two or more on his cheek, nose, jaw, lips, wherever, exchanging all the ‘I love you’s he could offer.

“No, I love you more,” He’d chuckle against your skin, tickling the spot where your neck and shoulder meet, feeling at home as ever with your back against his chest, listening to your laughs and feeling your little nuzzles, “What, you think you can love me better than I love you? Yeah, right.”

Infuriating little knucklehead. But he was your Infuriating little knucklehead.

“I love you more, don’t I?” He’d coo, brushing his lips along your neck, tugging and pulling at the neckline to expose more of your shoulder. All for him, his sweet angel. He continued to murmur against you, his stubble scraping at you a little, ‘I really, really love you.”

And even if you’d express your concern, that maybe he was still healing from a certain injury, no matter how much you wanted him at that very moment, he’d find a way. 

Like his favourite position of having you on his lap, his arms around you, chest to chest, his hands needy to feel your skin and plush with a kiss that never failed to bring out the deep, most desperate groan only you could ever draw out of him.

Because again, there was nothing better than a lazy day with you.

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» a/n: I was gonna add a little bit on Bubba to this piece but decided not to lol, but I'd be happy to if you guys wanna! Don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[kikyoupdates]

Changing Plotlines ⭑˚💞⭑ 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑒

yandere!ocs x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, isekai

A desperate cry on your deathbed leads to you being given a fresh start at life. You're overjoyed at having finally obtained a healthy body and a real chance at living normally, only to discover that you've been transported into a yandere game, where danger lurks at every corner. Determined to protect your new life at any cost, you vow to stay as far away from the major characters of the game as possible. But things don't always go as planned.

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It turned out that you didn’t have to wait much longer to test out your new sword, and you could hardly sit still as you waited for Sergei to arrive for your lesson.

“My lady, do be careful,” Lizbell cautioned. “I’m happy that you seem so excited about this, but please keep in mind that you should always prioritize your safety. Don’t push yourself too hard and end up getting hurt.”

You looked down at the sword resting in your lap and ran your fingers over the sheath, quick to sport a grin. “Yes, I’ll be careful. I’m just glad that I finally have a sword of my own. It makes the whole thing feel more real, you know?”

“I suppose.” She was dusting all around your room, but she couldn’t help but keep glancing over at you every so often. “Ahem. So, that blacksmith,” she said. “You didn’t ask him to make that engraving for you, right?”

Curiosity was written all over her expression. You weren’t exactly sure what it is she wanted to hear. Even you weren’t so shameless to ask someone to dub you the strongest and prettiest noblewoman in the entire kingdom.

“No, he came up with it himself,” you said simply.

“Ah. I see. Interesting.” For some reason, Lizbell was biting back a grin.

You sighed. “What now?”

“Nothing, nothing,” she mused. “Perhaps I’m just reading into things too much. It just seems like a rather bold statement to make given that he barely knows you, so I can’t help but feel like you must’ve made a very strong impression.”

“Are you implying that he has a crush on me or something?”

“Oh, who knows?”

“Hilarious,” you chuckled. “Cedric’s super sweet and friendly. I’m pretty sure he was just treating me the same way he treats everyone. He only wrote something like that because I’m quite literally the only noblewoman who’s ever come to him asking to have a sword crafted. Get your mind of the gutter, my goodness.”

“My mind has never once been in the gutter,” Lizbell denied. “But I suppose I might be making too big of a deal out of this. The thought of someone having romantic feelings for you just makes me happy, that’s all. Especially since you say he’s such a nice person.”

Aw. When she put it that way, her intentions seemed rather sweet. But you were going to have to burst her bubble, unfortunately. Cedric hadn’t fallen for you. Well, not yet, at least. Only time would tell.

“I’m glad you just want what’s best for me,” you smiled. “But... would you really want a blacksmith like Cedric pursuing me? I mean, I obviously don’t care about social status or any of that garbage, but I was convinced you’d be telling me to only consider other nobles as prospective partners.”

Lizbell frowned. “What does any of that matter? I’ve known for a long time that you’re far from conventional, my lady. So long as you find someone who cherishes you and treats you with respect, it shouldn’t matter what sort of blood they have running through their veins. And I know for a fact that your parents feel the same way.”

Another smile was quick to stretch across your lips. Although Zodin’s Benevolence took place in a fictional fantasy world, the traditions and etiquette had clearly been inspired by time periods similar to the Victorian era. As such, it went without saying that nobles were expected to court and marry those of similar rank to them. Yet here she was, actively encouraging you to follow your heart and do whatever made you happy, regardless of what others might think.

It didn’t surprise you that your parents were as lovely as always, but this just reaffirmed that you had a kind, reliable ally in Lizbell as well.

“Lizbell,” you sniffled. “You’re going to make me cry.”

She blushed, hurriedly averting her gaze. “T-That doesn’t mean that you can just get away with anything, though. It’s still important to carry yourself with poise and grace. You have plenty of duties to uphold, my lady. It’s just that I can’t bear the thought of you becoming trapped in some loveless marriage purely out of obligation. At the very least, you should marry for love.”

“Right. And that’s exactly what I’ll do.”

It was true. You couldn’t have even entertained the thought of falling in love back in your previous world. You were too sick and miserable to envision something like that happening to you. Not to mention that you would feel absolutely horrible for whoever did fall in love with you, given that your condition was terminal.

But now, love was a very real possibility. It couldn’t be planned for, of course. It still needed to happen organically. But the point was that with this body, you could fall in love, and go on to live a long, happy life together.

Lizbell seemed content to continue cleaning in silence after having said her piece, but you noticed that she looked even more cheerful than before.

Not long after the fact, a different servant came along to relay a message. “Lady [Name],” they said. “Sir Sergei has just arrived for your sword training. He’s waiting downstairs in the foyer.”

“Oh, perfect!” you grinned, springing up from your seat. “I can hardly wait!”

Initially, your plan to take up swordsmanship had been purely in an effort to protect yourself. Even now, it was still your biggest reason for pushing forward. But you had to admit that you’d come to enjoy it quite a bit, as well. It was fun pushing your body to its limits, seeing how far it could go and what sorts of things it was capable of. Even if the reality was that you were still rather weak, you already felt immeasurably stronger than ever before in your life. It was something to take pride in. The type of person you’d always sought to be, even when it wasn’t possible.

Plus, you still had to hone your skills and make Sergei apologize for teasing you so much. That was another one of your motivators.

Speaking of Sergei, he looked a lot more like himself today. His expression was still somewhat aloof, as it usually was, but he seemed to be in better spirits than when you’d last spoken to him. He really must have just been having a bad day.

“Why hello there, my devoted knight,” you beamed. He tilted his head at you, looking a bit puzzled, but he shook it off quickly enough, realizing you were just being annoying like always.

“I am devoted to all citizens of Zodite,” Sergei replied calmly.

“I know that, of course. Which is why what I said wasn’t technically incorrect.”

“Right,” he sighed, already looking tired. “I see you’re in a chipper mood, as per usual.”

“Of course I am!” you grinned. “Life is beautiful, and we should appreciate every moment. I’m just happy to be here.”

Try as he might, he couldn’t quite seem to hide his smile in time. “Yes, that much is true. We should never take what we have for granted. Now, then. Shall we head over to the courtyard, or do you need a bit more time to get ready?”

“Nope! I’m good to go.”

“After you, my lady.”

He did an exaggerated bow and everything, which was probably intended to mock you somewhat, but you were too excited to even care. Your sword was still in its sheath, but it was now dangling from the belt wrapped around your waist. As you walked, the bit of added weight served as a reminder that you were actually equipped with a weapon now, and it made your chest swell with pride.

You didn’t waste any time once you made it out into the courtyard. “Kachow!” you cried out, brandishing your sword and assuming your stance. “Hehe. Be honest, did it look cool when I pulled it out of the sheath?”

“Not particularly.”

“Aw. But I practiced that move for like two hours last night...”

Sergei was staring quite intently at your sword. It was extremely badass, so you couldn’t blame him. Cedric’s craftsmanship was seriously no joke.

“Isn’t it nice?” you beamed. “You left the smithy pretty quick the other day, but now you’ve got the chance to see it in action. Lucky you.”

“Mhm,” Sergei replied. He offered you a smile, albeit a thin-lipped one.

“So, what are we doing today?” you asked eagerly.

“Good question.” Sergei paused for a moment, and it might have just been a trick of the light, but you could’ve sworn his violet eyes looked awfully vindictive. “I was thinking we could give sparring a try.”

“S-Sparring?” you gaped. “As in... you and me?”

“Is there anyone else here?”

“No, but... I-I'm still a newbie,” you stammered. The thought of sparring did excite you, but you knew it could also go horribly wrong. Then again, practice made perfect, and you definitely needed to experience what it was like fighting against a real person. That was the whole point of taking up a weapon in the first place.

Sergei chuckled, then picked up one of the wooden swords he always brought along. “Relax. I would never dare to use a real weapon against you. I won’t strike you, either. I’ll just be using this wooden sword to deflect your attacks. There’s no need to be nervous. I promise you won’t get hurt.”

“Er, no,” you swallowed. “I’m worried that I might hurt you.”

“Oh, wow.” He actually looked rather offended. “You really are underestimating me.”

“Not like that! I mean, I still don’t really know what I’m doing, so what if I make a really unpredictable attack all of a sudden and it catches you off guard? My arm muscles are basically nonexistent, so when I swing one of these things for too long, everything starts to go numb and—”

“Lady [Name],” Sergei chuckled. “Please. I am still a professional. I fight against people that are similar to me in skill, sometimes even higher. If I couldn’t handle a complete beginner, I would be unworthy of my title.”

Your shoulders sagged. “I guess you’re right. Sorry... I’m starting to feel a bit nervous. I’ve never fought anyone before.”

“Well, I would certainly hope so. A lady such as yourself shouldn’t go around being violent.”

“Ah,” you realized. “Actually. I threw my shoe at someone’s face before. Does that count as fighting?”

Sergei looked both incredibly bewildered and somehow completely unsurprised. “Let’s, uh, just gloss over that for now,” he said, clearing his throat. “In any case. I’ve got my wooden sword, so come at me whenever you’re ready. I promise neither of us will get injured.”

“Alright, then,” you said unsurely. “Here I go...”

Despite the fact that Sergei was a trained professional and you had plenty of confidence in his strength, you couldn’t help but take it slow to start. You sliced your sword through the air, giving him plenty of time to react. When he easily deflected your blade, you took a moment to respire, then attacked again, this time more aggressively.

Your hands were shaking as you swung the sword, both from nerves and excitement. You were really doing this. To an outsider, you probably looked ridiculously clumsy and unstable, but you could care less right now. You were proud of yourself just for making the effort.

Sergei’s expression remained impassive as always. Your attacks hastened as time went on, but he wasn’t even breaking a sweat. It was just proof of how big the gap between the two of you was. Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to hurt him, even by mistake, was making you feel a lot more comfortable with the situation. You were moving quicker and more boldly than before. You decided that your goal for today would be to make Sergei exert himself, if only a little.

“I’ll show you,” you huffed, blood rising to your cheeks. “Cedric made me this amazing sword, after all. I have no intention of letting him down...!”

Just then, Sergei’s eyes turned cold, and he deflected your next blow with considerable strength, fully knocking the sword out of your hands. You were even forced backwards from the pressure, and two seconds later, you’d fallen onto your butt.

“Ouch,” you said simply.

“Sorry,” Sergei replied, but it didn’t sound very genuine. He leaned forward and offered you his hand, helping you up. “I put a bit too much muscle into that one. Forgive me, Lady [Name]. Did I scare you?”

“Nah, it’s all good,” you reassured with a smile. You patted your butt down, shaking some of the grass off, then picked your sword back up. “I need to learn, one way or another. And I know you wouldn’t try to hurt me, Sergei. I’m not afraid of getting a bit bruised up, though. I expect to take a few more tumbles here and there.”

“Alright,” he nodded, suddenly looking a bit guilty. “Still. This is only your first sparring session. I’ll be more careful from now on.”

“Seriously, I promise I’m fine! No need to coddle me too much. I’m tougher than I look.” You proceeded to puff out your chest and make a rather pathetic attempt at flexing your biceps. Sergei looked slightly amused, at least.

Your training resumed, and went on for a while longer. Even though you’d assured Sergei that you weren’t afraid, he seemed to be acting much more cautious than earlier. As a result, you managed to finish the session without falling over on your behind again. It had obviously been a very rudimentary lesson, but you’d gotten to use your new sword and practice sparring for the very first time, so all in all, you were happy.

“Thanks as always for your time, Sergei,” you smiled. You reached down to remove your tunic and air your sweaty skin out, but he caught you just in the nick of time.

“Nuh-uh,” Sergei protested, shaking his head vigorously. “Lady [Name], if you’re going to strip again, I’ll have to ask that you wait until I leave!”

“Ugh. Okay, okay,” you sighed. “No need to bite my head off.”

“I’ll be going, then. Good work today. Make sure to take it easy for the next little while. You may feel a bit sore tomorrow.” He turned to leave, but paused to look at you one last time. His brows were furrowed, to the point that it was casting a shadow over his entire expression. “Cedric is a good blacksmith,” he started, “but I’m not so sure you’d benefit from getting too close to him. He means well enough, but he’s noticeably lacking in intelligence. I just wouldn’t want him to drag you down, that’s all.”

He then smiled politely, bowed his head, and walked away.

You stood there, visibly confused.

“Well, that was... kind of mean.”

After what you considered to have been a fruitful training session (minus Sergei’s unnecessary remarks at the end), you ate a hearty meal and then sat down to review some notes you’d taken in class.

“I can calculate this part using the formula from last time... right? Ah, perfect. Yeah. I knew I remembered it.”

You eagerly scribbled onto your notebook, tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth. In your opinion, learning was a lot of fun. Especially now that you led such a luxurious lifestyle and had plenty of time to yourself. Studying and doing homework didn’t feel stressful at all, although perhaps that had to do with the fact that you were getting to do something you’d been deprived of in your previous life.

Most of all, though, you liked excelling at something. It felt really good. And you wanted to excel at all sorts of different things, not just school. You wanted to make the most of this amazing opportunity you’d been blessed with. Academics, friends, athleticism—you were fully intent on having them all. When you looked back on things at the end of this life, you didn’t want to have any regrets.

You finished solving one of the problems you’d been working on and spent a moment looking it over. “That should be correct. I think.”

“Yes, it’s correct.”

“Good, good. Wait, what the—?”

You spun around in a hurry and immediately locked eyes with Zodin, who was peering down at you with a big grin.

“What in the fuck?!” you cried out. “Why do you always appear out of nowhere?! Seriously, one of these days you’re going to give me a heart attack!”

Zodin chuckled. “Sorry. I’ll try to be more mindful from now on. But anyways.” He leaned closer, eyes skimming over your notes. “You seem quite devoted to your studies, I have to say. It’s a great thing. Knowledge will always enrich a person’s life.”

“Thanks,” you grinned up at him. “I was way too sick to attend university back in my old life, so I don’t want to waste this new chance I’ve been given.”

“Your diligence is very admirable,” he commented cheerfully.

“Aw. I’m glad you think so.”

For a god, he was definitely pretty laid-back. Then again, he was the only god you’d ever met. Perhaps all of them were like this. Either way, it worked out in your favor because it allowed you to have this kind of casual, friendly relationship.

Suddenly, you realized something.

“Zodin!” you blurted excitedly. “Uh... I know this is a bit of an odd request, but I was wondering... is there any way for you to predict what might happen in the future? Specifically involving me, I mean.”

Unfortunately, your hopes were quickly dashed. “Sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “I am nothing more than an observer. I am aware of very many things that happen in my land, but I have no way of knowing how the future might unfold. Ultimately, the fate of humans is in their own hands.”

You drooped a bit, but quickly realized it was probably for the best. Even though this world was based off a game, so many things had already changed. Just as Zodin said, everyone was responsible for shaping their future, and no future was ever guaranteed. The ability to know exactly what kind of awful things might happen was also more of a curse than a blessing, you realized. It would just make you sick with nerves. The best course of action was just to keep on doing as you had up to this point. The way things were right now, you had a pretty good shot at keeping Flora away from the yanderes and enjoying a peaceful life.

“I hope I haven’t disappointed you too much,” Zodin chuckled. “But even if I could predict the future, it wouldn’t be good to go around telling people. You may be a unique case, but you’re still a mortal all the same. I’m not allowed to meddle, remember?”

“Right. No, it’s fine. Everything will work out for the best, as long as I’m careful.”

“Interesting,” he hummed, regarding you with wide eyes. “Do you anticipate something bad happening? Forgive me if I’m mistaken, but you seem rather wary. Do you have some sort of premonition that’s been worrying you?”

“Uh, not really,” you lied. “I’m just the type of person that likes to plan ahead. My old life was so shitty that I’m just doing my best to be prepared for anything, you know what I mean?”

“I see.” Zodin gave you a sympathetic look. “I’m very sorry that you’ve had to deal with so much suffering. I hope this life will treat you better.”

“Thanks. I do too. Although it’s already been a massive improvement,” you chuckled. “Oh, right,” you remembered, suddenly springing up from your desk. “Last time we talked, I said I’d have some snacks for us to munch on while we chatted, right? Just give me a sec. I’ll be right back with the goodies!”

You rushed out the room, feeling quite peckish yourself. It didn’t take long for you to run into one of the servants, and you requested that they bring over a cart stacked to the brim with all sorts of different pastries and finger food. You weren’t sure what Zodin liked, but you doubted he got to eat food very often, so you gathered an impressive collection for him to choose from.

By the time you were done, the cart was so cluttered and heavy that the servant was struggling to push it along.

“My lady,” they huffed. “I-If you don’t mind me asking... is there really a need for so much food? Are you anticipating any guests later on?”

“Nope,” you beamed. “It’s just for me.”

“Ah... of course it is,” they sighed. “Please just be careful not to eat too much or you’ll end up getting sick.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got an iron stomach,” you winked, grabbing the cart from them right as they stopped in front of your room. They continued to sigh as they walked away.

Once you were certain they were gone, you locked your bedroom door and turned, proudly displaying the mini feast you’d brought along.

“Behold! All the delicacies the [Last Name] manor has to offer!”

Zodin looked excited. His eyes were gleaming as he looked the spread over, and he even clapped his hands as a show of enthusiasm. “It all looks delicious,” he drooled.

“Hehe. Please, help yourself. There’s more than enough for both of us.”

That’s what you thought, at least. It turned out that Zodin’s appetite was quite literally bottomless. Gods had no need for any form of sustenance. They had no lower or upper limit to how much they could consume, which meant that he could eat to his heart’s desire purely to delight in how everything tasted. He experienced neither hunger not the sensation of being full.

And as such, he polished off every single thing on the cart.

“Wow,” Zodin sighed, lying back on your bed and stretching his limbs out. “That was sublime. Human food really is incredible. I could eat for hours straight and never get sick of it.”

You cast a nervous glance towards all the empty plates, which had been practically licked clean. “Uh... yeah. I definitely believe you.”

“Is there any more?” he asked hopefully.

“More?!” you squeaked. “All due respect, Mr. God, you’ve just eaten enough food to fill up ten people."

“Aw,” he pouted. “I suppose you’re right. It wouldn’t be good to get greedy. Humans are the ones that do that best, after all.”

Cool. He was even sneaking in some casual burns now. Although he wasn’t wrong. Humans could be really shitty.

Looking rather reluctant, Zodin peeled himself off the bed and stood up. “Well. This was a lot of fun, but I’m afraid I can’t stick around too much longer. Thank you as usual for your hospitality. I always look forward to seeing you.”

Right as he was about to pull his usual disappearing stunt, he reconsidered at the last moment, and instead happily ruffled your hair with his fingers.

“Okay,” he then smiled. “I’m leaving for real now. Bye-bye.”

Less than a second later, he was gone, and you now looked like you had bedhead.

You fussed with it for a few moments, putting it back in its usual style, then you turned to look back at the cart, which was now completely barren.

Sighing, you wheeled it out of your room and down one of the ramps, all the way over to the kitchen.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly. “I’m here to return this.”

As luck would have it, you ran into the same servant from before, who was now staring at you in absolute horror.

“L-Lady [Name],” they gaped. “You can’t have eaten all of this on your own...?”

“Uh, haha. Oopsie. I got a bit carried away, I guess.”

They accepted the cart nonetheless, although you could hear them gossiping with the other servants once they all thought you were out of earshot.

“We need to call a doctor,” they whispered. “I’m afraid her stomach might explode at some point during the night.”

Goddamn you, Zodin.

You imagined him laughing as he watched you.  

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[pllaceh0lderr]

Hey so I rlly like Mr Bodhi Windbreaker from the hit new game Date Everything and for a plethora of a reasons, I thought it'd be fun to write a fic where he realises he might be part of the rainbow community (or Ligibitdiqua, if you will).

While it's technically an x reader, I don't normally write those (or in 2nd person), I just kinda did that to keep the vibe of the game. So, if you see the player as yourself, or their own character, then either view is fine. Just know they're a dude in this.

(Also I normally only write oneshots but I really like this idea so I might continue it-)

Uhh,, its just fluff i suppose? Nothing crazy

FIC BELOW⬇⬇⬇⬇⬇

Coming home from work, you placed your keys on the foyer table and let out a sigh. God, you couldn't wait to spend the rest of the evening doing absolutely nothing.

Heading straight to the kitchen, you grabbed a chilled soda can from the fridge, silently thanking Freddy for his service, before heading to the couch next.

Sinking into your seat, you popped open the can and took a sip, feeling bubbles and the cool revitalise you already. As you reached for the remote, your hand brushed against something cylindrical, and when you turned to look you realised Bodhi had moved again. He must've grown bored of his last location, you supposed.

Briefly patting around for your Dateviators, you soon remembered you had left them in your room, too much in a rush this morning to make conversation with your furniture. Groaning, you gathered all your strength before pushing yourself off the couch and onto your feet, setting your drink down on the coffee table and making the trek upstairs to find your glasses.

When in your room, you decided you might as well change out of your work uniform. Dumping your blazer, button up and pants on the floor, you rummaged through your closet until you found an old baggy tee and threw that on. It had… Some type of logo on it, but it was so faded you couldn't tell what it was anymore. Too deteriorated to wear outside, but in too good of a condition to throw away, it became that shirt you wore when you didn’t want to ruin any of your good shirts - or just something to sleep in.

Now appropriately dressed to lounge around, you grabbed the Dateviators off of the dresser and headed back downstairs. You were sure Harper could wait one night for you to return Dirk (and you were sure he'd appreciate the space).

Entering the living room, you slumped onto the couch again and put on your glasses, then focused your attention onto the time capsule next to you. When you blinked, Bodhi sat in place of the object and he looked startled.

“Oh! Uh, hey man!” He quickly greeted you, clearly trying to compose himself.

“Hey Bodhi…” Your voice trailed off as you noticed his strange demeanour,”Is… Everything okay?”

“Y-yeah dude!” Another quick response as he sat up straight,”Just uh… Honestly I didn't think you were gonna talk to me. I thought you’d speak to like, Telly or something.”

“Oh, if it's a bad time I can-”

“Nonono! You're good, you're good!” Bodhi's hands shot out in front of him as he shook his head, and you could hear the rustle of tape as his hair bounced. “It's just…” He leaned back, resting his head in his hand as he propped his elbow against the armrest,”I don't know man, I've been kinda out of it today.”

“Oh?” Instinctively, you sat up and shifted closer to Bodhi, but he only averted his gaze. At least, you thought he did? It was kind of hard to tell under all that hair. “Out of it, how?” You asked cautiously.

“Uh…” You still felt as if his eyes refused to meet yours, and for a second you thought you could see his cheeks faintly flushing. “Well…” he continued,”Y'know how I've been getting used to all this new, 21st century stuff?”

Ah, of course. He was still adjusting to the modern era. You nodded, keeping your eyes on him as you listened.

“Well, I've been thinking… Today, people are a lot more…” He paused, finding the words,”Open about everything.”

He paused for longer this time, and you had half a mind to believe that was everything, but you knew it wasn't. Placing a hand on his thigh, you attempted to comfort him while also prying further,”And that makes you feel…?”

“Good!” His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat before repeating,”Um, good.” He was facing you now, you were sure, but you noticed his head tilt ever so slightly to glance at your hand before focusing on you again. “But it's making me question things… A-about myself…”

Oh.

You weren't expecting that.

You took a few seconds mulling over what you should say, before giving a comforting squeeze to his thigh,”Hey, I know it's been tough getting used to… everything, but you don't have to have it all figured out now.”

Bodhi remained quiet, letting your words sink in. Your hands moved to grab his own, and you turned your whole body to face him,”Everyone struggles with their identity in some way, even today. We just have more support now.”

The other man was still uncharacteristically silent, but he gently squeezed your hands in response. As the silence grew, you attempted to fill it by asking,”Um, if you don't mind, what… are you questioning?”

His grip on you tightened slightly as his cheeks flushed, and he stammered an answer,”I- uh- well-” He stumbled over his words for a bit before taking a deep breath and starting over,”Y'know the letter people?”

You blinked.

“The… What?”

“Y'know um…” One hand let go of you so he could wave it about as he thought of the word,”L, B… TGQ!”

“Wh- Oh!” Your eyes widened as you realised what he was trying to spell out, and it took everything in you not to burst out laughing,”You mean- You mean LGBTQ?”

“Yeah, that's the one!” He clicked and pointed at you in recognition of the acronym. “Yeah uh, back in the 80s we never really talked about… That.” His free hand rose to scratch the back of his neck as he spoke, and his head turned away from you,”I had no reason to think I was anything other than straight but now? I-I don't know…”

There was another moment of silence between you two before you smiled softly at him. “Bodhi…” Using your free hand, you cupped his cheek and turned him to face you,”You have no idea how long it took me to figure out my sexuality. You are in absolutely no rush. And just know, no matter what, I will always be by your side.”

The man froze, staring(?) at you in disbelief. You felt his face burning up in your hand, but he eventually responded, letting out a sigh of relief,”Phew! I feel… Much better actually! Thanks dude, from the bottom of my heart.”

“Aww anytime,” you both smiled at each other, the Bodhi you recognised finally making an appearance. “Now, how about we do what I originally planned and watch TV till our eyes go numb?”

“Sounds good to me!”

Finally grabbing the remote you were searching for before this conversation, you turned on the TV and flicked through the channels. Eventually, you landed on some reality show that you only cared about enough to be invested in for the hour, knowing full well you'd forget all the names the second the show ended. Bodhi, on the other hand, was fully absorbed. Every time some betrayal or plot twist occurred he had to comment on it out loud, as if he was actually there in the moment. It was oddly endearing, but you made a mental note to make sure he didn't get addicted later.

By the time you were on the third episode, you felt the heaviness of sleep wash over you. With a yawn, you leaned into Bodhi, your head resting on his shoulder as you folded your arms. If you were more alert in that moment, you would've noticed his body tense up for a second, before relaxing. As your eyes fought to stay open, you felt Bodhi shift and slowly wrap his arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

The next thing you remembered was waking up on the couch, your Dateviators slanted and only partially covering an eye. As you slowly gained consciousness, you looked down, feeling something being clutched close to your chest, and realised Bodhi’s time capsule was in your arms.

Sitting up with a groan, you stretched and wiped some drool from your cheek. Ugh, your neck was killing. Feeling your phone buzz beneath your thigh, you grabbed it and saw Sam was calling you.

“Hello-”

“Where are you?!” She cut you off, her tone exasperated.

“...Huh?”

“Oh my gosh- you slept in again, didn't you?”

Pulling the phone back to check the time, you realised your shift had started half an hour ago.

“Fuuuuuck…”

“Fuck, indeed,” Sam echoed,”If you can get here before the next hour, you might not get fired.”

“Gimme fifteen minutes!” You responded hurriedly as you raced up the stairs to your room, now fully awake.

“Oh that means you're late late,” your friend teased on the other end.

“Sam!” you scolded her while rummaging through your closet, frantically looking for work appropriate clothing.

“Alright alright!” Hearing a chuckle through the phone, you knew she found your predicament amusing and you couldn't help but roll your eyes,”I better see you by nine.”

“Like I said, 15 minutes,” finding a simple white button up and black pants, you began to dress while balancing the phone between your shoulder and ear. Without time to shower, you just prayed deodorant would be good enough for the day. “Talk to you later Sam!”

“TTYL!”

The moment the phone hung up, you groaned in annoyance. You couldn't afford to be late again, you really needed this job.

So, you carried out your morning routine five times faster than usual, running all over the house. ‘I swear to god I am never watching TV with Bodhi again-’ you thought to yourself, though you knew you didn't mean it. Honestly, you were probably gonna do the same thing again tonight. You just hoped you’d remember to go upstairs before you were too tired to move.

[kahl99]

By the time I finished season 2 my character tiers were:

1. Jean and Sasha were tied for first

2. I still liked armin but the gap between first place and second place was quite big

3. Connie/Levi/Erwin

4. Eren

5. Hange/Pyxis were ahead of the rest by only a little

6. The rest

I think it’s possible Sasha might’ve been in first place on her own if she had been given more scenes both in season 1 and in season 2. I also feel like Jean barely appeared in season 2 compared to several others but at least he had a decent amount of screen time in season 1. I wish Connie appeared more too

[whumpy-wyrms]

yk i was having trouble writing tllr chapter 12 because Dew is sick with a fever in the beginning and i just,, idk felt uninspired or something because im not the biggest fan of sickfics or whatever

well now i’m sick with a fever and it’s helll so sorry Dew im gonna have to put you through this now my bad 👍👍 at least i am now inspired

if this post makes no sense it’s because my brain hurts and i’m tired 👍👍👍

[frascospecimen]

Finished bocchi all in one day👍very very good would highly recommend it for anyone who has seen clips/screenshots/etc but hasn’t watched the anime in full yet. It’s such a delight… such a fun time from start to finish and can easily be watched in a day. Very very funny with a lot of heart it’s so fun to cheer on bocchi…. I want her to be happy 🥹 loved how expressive the animation was

[prkhaven]

MONEY POWER GLORY — l.hs, p.sh

「 pairing 」 athlete!heeseung x journalist fem!reader x athlete!sunghoon

synopsis: given the opportunity to tackle the biggest headline yet, you knew this would be the breakthrough of your career. not the breakthrough of your love life.

genre: smut minors do not interact, athlete au, p with plot, hockey player!sunghoon, basketball player!heeseung, athlete rivalry, morally ambiguous characters

content warnings: profanity, toxicity, manipulation, kissing, hidden jealousy, possessiveness, unprotected sex, p in v, two sex scenes, praising, dirty talk, degradation, fingering, oral (f rec.), dry humping, body worship, dom!heeseung, dom!sunghoon, light choking, creampies, breeding kink, petnames (baby, babe, princess, good girl)

word count: 23.4k

lily’s note: after so long it’s finally here!! sorry for it taking a while but i hope you can enjoy it!! also special thanks to @ikeukiss for making the banner <3

“Our star players”

Forced to stare at the large group picture hanging dead center and with no choice you zeroed in on the two distinct males standing side by side. Neither showing even a crack of a smile as they looked straight ahead.

Something inside of you twisted nastily as you couldn’t seem to switch between eyes from looking at one to the other. When you glanced over to the male on the left, you could see he was sleek, clothing neatly arranged to drape over his body that accented his proportions perfectly.

The slender legs that popped out by the strikes of muscles lining up from his calf all the way up to his knee where a peek of his quads showed hiding beneath the rolled up sweatpants.

The long navy blue sleeved shirt pushed back by his arms resting behind his back with a pumped chest through the fabric. You roamed around his face for a second longer than you’d like to admit to count the specs of mole over his face that the camera managed to pick up.

For the most part, his face was relaxed but what struck you were his blaring eyes that spoke straight to you.

“That’s Park Sunghoon” You felt a jab at your side, “Pretty good looking right” This was able to knock you out of your daze before looking over at your boss smiling at the picture with sparkles in her eyes, “Doesn’t really talk much but his career only goes up from here on out”

You didn’t respond, opting for a quick nod before looking back at the picture to observe the male on right this time. This time he looked more uncomfortable than Sunghoon. Arms were stiff at his side, a clear steer away from the male at his side but he held a sharper yet softer look with his big and round eyes that were filled with a wonder in them that stirred something in you.

His hair was messily disheveled, poking out in different directions but still effortless on camera. The captured sweat glistened from the camera light to show how it slid from his chin and neck, all the way down to his flimsy tank top that outlined his body while he wore baggy basketball shorts that reached his knees.

Your fingers dug into your palm when you noticed the streak muscle dividing his biceps and triceps apart from each other.

“And that’s Lee Heeseung” Your boss’ tone shifted into a heavy sigh with a hint of restriction in it

“More outspoken but keeps more so keeps himself but his career…” She sucked a breath as she stared at the male, “It’s promising. So damn promising” She muttered the last words before clearing her throat and patting your back that woke you up from the daydream you were in

“Let’s see what you make up for those two” You see her toothy grin which caused an unsettling feeling to rest in your stomach but you pushed it aside and gave a tight smile

She retracted her hand away after giving one last pat on your shoulder, not in a comforting reassuring way but more of a warning to not mess up.

“You know it’s a good thing what you’re doing. Choosing to step up when you know this is out of your paygrade” You couldn’t even respond before she turned a heel and walked out without a glance

You jumped from whatever was near as your mouth swished side to side to rid the thought in your mind. You looked back to the large cover page of Lee Heeseung and Park Sunghoon with your name embroidered at the faded corner. Your publication. The soon to be the biggest achievement and success story that came to life that hung for all the office to see it in all its pride and glory.

Two proud aspiring rising stars in the making that you now have the luxury and privilege of getting first hand knowledge on them.

$$$

Biting down harshly on the retractable pen as you watched the clock tick closer to 5:30 in the afternoon. It was well over 30 minutes of waiting and the lack of perception on time cranked something in you.

Your teeth continuously clamped down on the retractable push tugging at it softly as it settled in your mind with being alone with your thoughts for far too long—Being a good person is never too far out of reach for you, but being a good friend and coworker was beyond what you know.

Still you weren’t sure why you decided to cover for your friend and take care of her burden on the catalogue when the time came, especially when it’s far from your original department and way more than your original paycheck.

Perhaps it was the extra need of money you blindly needed and accepted without much thought or the grander possibility of reaching the last push needed to put your name on the map like how you’ve desperately wanted for so long.

Endless possibilities the more you think about it but none of them plausible to satiate you.

However, when you caught sight of the highlighted name on the paper before moving to the file picture of his face. The initial worry faded away as excitement creeped through your veins.

“It's a little risky to be doing that, isn't it?” The voice made you freeze and all goosebumps imaginable rise to coat your skin

Slapping a hand over the paper you were just looking at to see the big eyes that gleamed with a hidden mischief in them, the plop of his hair to the side leaving little room in between for his forehead to show beside a prominent mole to make itself known.

While it may have been a prejudice to expect for him to show up in practice uniform but to your pleasant surprise, he wore fitted clothing that accentuated his height and fit a style different from how he presents himself on the court.

When you looked up to him to catch the big eyes boring right into yours with the gleam of his smirk as he took a stride closer to you. His hand gripped the opposite end of the pen hanging through your teeth, “Let go” He softly said making you realize if you weren’t careful you’d end up like everyone else–slipping and falling deep in the gutter

Your hand gripped the little bare space of the pen left and snatched it with a polite and friendly smile. “Mr. Lee, good evening”

Your voice strained making you cringe at yourself but you needed to be nice even if you were waiting on him. “Very glad you could make it” Heeseung on the other hand picked up on the passive aggressive tone as he remained silent to stare at his hand that once held the pen,

“Management wanted me to come, says it’s good for publicity” He laughed before pulling out the seat in front of you, “Wasn’t much I could do or say to get out of it”

He sucked in his teeth when he took the seat, his index finger tapping against his chin as if he were deep in thought, “I don’t think I’ve heard your name in the sport catalogs though, who else have you interviewed?”

He expected an answer, you could see that from him. But you skipped past it, “Well luckily for you, I won’t take too much of your time” You sorted out the papers in front of you before grabbing your notepad and circling his name at the top

You snuck a glance up to him when you thought he wasn’t looking even when he was, you still jotted down ‘Impulsive or Calculated?’ under his name before fully looking up with a smile to be met with a light frown etched on his face.

“You and I both know that's far from the truth. This is going to take months to cover so you won’t take so much of my time today but soon you will be placed into my weekly schedule just to get insider scoop of me” Heeseung folded his arms and huffed loudly when he slumped down in his seat

You didn’t focus on whatever he was saying instead you reread the questions your supervisor created for you to ask in this interview to ensure the ‘success’ of the story.

“So Mr. Lee why don’t you tell me-” Heeseung cuts you off with a hand up, the frown pulling further down his mouth into a distasteful scowl and your brows knitted in confusion as you looked at him

“Just call me Heeseung and please spare us from all the vague question bullshit”

“Why don’t you just ask me your questions, mhm? What do you want to know about me?” The emphasis of the you in his sentence left you dumbfounded, “Don’t like every writer have their own stuff they want to ask but are forced to follow a script”

You couldn’t even manage to get a word in as he continued. He leaned forward on his elbows and tilted his head to the side with a bright smile that showed all his teeth.

“Let’s make this actually worth our wild so go ahead and ask me the questions I know you have listed out for me and not the ones your boss thinks will do numbers”

It must’ve shown on your face that he nailed it right on the money to leave you like this so speechless but impress nevertheless. The corners of his mouth inched upwards when you wordlessly switched the scripture your boss printed out for you and slipped underneath the pile of paper before scourging for the list he somehow knew you had.

“Knew you had one” He muttered under his breath while he watched you adjust yourself in your seat and mimicked his exact position

Both of you leaned in so close to each other that your breaths fanned over another, a deep stare into each other’s eyes curling his insides in itself.

“You once stated in an interview 4 years ago that you’re to be the greatest living player society has ever seen in a decade. Especially emphasizing with runner up star hockey player Park Sunghoon” The once secured smirk of his faltered, his prominent adam's apple bobbing up and down to the question

With the mention of Sunghoon, Heeseung leaned back on the chair, slightly adjusting himself in it to only awkwardly clear his throat. You watched his every move, noting his body language at the mention of Sunghoon’s name.

“What makes you so sure that you are?”

He closed his eyes and moved his head as if to rack his brain for some type of held back response before he looked at you with a grin, “Stats. Articles. Awards. Common sense?” He shrugged his shoulders like it was the most known thing, “Don’t you think so?”

“Those all come from outside opinions. None of it comes from you and I want to know what you think” He scoffed a smile in response, you were called all kinds of names before blunt, rude, mean, anything you could think of

And yet, it’s your driving force to get what you want.

For Heeseung, a crazed look glimmered over his eye as he folded his arms across his chest before stretching them to the chair and gripping the sides.“I don’t need to think that I am. I know that I am” He let out a toothy grin, “Does that work for you?”

You stared at him for a moment before breaking the eye contact to write down another bullet point under his name, ‘Cocky but maybe for the right reason’

You crossed your legs over each other with a raise of your eyebrow as you pointed your pen pointing towards him, “But if you so claim to be the best, how come you haven’t skyrocketed in popularity unlike competitor Park Sunghoon?” You sucked at your teeth with a tilt of your head to look back at the male ahead

“He seems to be doing fantastic if we’re talking data-wise, he’s been carrying his team to championship success, lined up brand deals left and right to being one of the highest paid athletes this year alone and, his popularity through the roof both inside and outside the country”

“You claim to be the best due to statistical evidence and while yes in your department, you are high up there” You leaned back into your chair further, “But outside of the basketball court, what do you offer?”

The toothy grin he gave you faltered before etching into a more sinister smirk, impressed on the confidence you were emitting. “Is this your way of saying that I bring nothing to the table of what society suspects of me just because I’m an athlete?”

You shrugged your shoulders with a pull of your mouth back to hide your smile, “Not confirming nor denying”

He threw his back in a laugh, “I guess you can say that I don’t allow myself to be molded by society into being another pretty face for them to idolize” Heeseung sighed before moving his head to side making his hair frame out of his eyes, “I have a job to do unlike that hockey player you keep mentioning”

Your gaze narrowed at the hint of venom in his voice to be an athletic rivalry before the corner of your lips tugged up into a sly smile. With your pen gliding over to the bottom of the paper to discreetly scribble a note that you were now sure of, prosperity.

$$$

The bright screen of your laptop burned your eyes for how long you’ve been staring at the empty document. For the time spent in the same spot, just to have nothing was making you irritated and your head pound.

You can’t write a single thing down for either of them. What happened to your touch or maybe it was their personas weren’t as captivating as people made it out to be, especially in the eyes of actual journalism.

There were no hooking starters that would catch anyone’s attention without being repetitive with all their other interviews. ‘Star Hockey Heartthrob Park Sunghoon Sweeps Nations Hearts’ or ‘Lee Heeseung: Not Only Scores Baskets but Also Championships’. All bullshit headlines for the same repeating answers and questions.

All of them are unoriginal and you wouldn’t succumb to that. You groaned loudly as you dragged a hand over your face but the moment you rested your hand back on the keyboard, your phone rang.

You were going to ignore it at first but after the 3rd call you huffed loudly and saw the unknown number calling before finally answering it with an annoyed sigh, “Hello?”

“For a minute I thought you weren’t going to answer me” You pulled your phone from your ear at the smugness bled through the phone and your tensed shoulders softened before letting out a laugh

“Now how did you get my number Heeseung”

“Just a few clicks over here, a little bit over there until I found you. You weren’t that hard to find” Heeseung chuckled and through the on-going line you heard shuffling before he let out a low groan

“Where are you right now?”

“You sure sound eager to know why? Going to keep me company?” His teasing tone made your roll your eyes which he swore he could feel on his end

“Why did you call me?”

A loud hiss from the other side of the call at the standoffish tone you used made your lips curl up to the side, “Ouch aren’t you supposed to be nice and sweet? What happened to the warm greetings”

“I am supposed to be your client”

You let out a scoff loud enough for him to hear, “Well you are calling sometime in the night while I’m trying to work so you’re being a disruption”

“Well I just wanted to call to see how you were doing” He gave a false sweetness to his words which you didn’t believe

“You mean you want to know how the story is coming along, don’t you?”

“Well I mean… I didn’t say that, you put those words in my mouth”

“I just won’t deny or admit anything” Heeseung copied what you said to him during your first meet and you were impressed he even remembered

“Well as we are speaking, there has been a straight line on a blank screen blinking for the past 4 hours so how does that sound for ya?”

“Sounds like you’re making excellent progress in my opinion” You snickered at his comment which made him heartily laugh

You leaned back on your chair with a heavy exhale that his phone managed to pick up, “Not in the absolute slightest”

There was a moment of silence until his voice peaked out in a much softer tone, “Sounds like you need to take your mind off it. Staring at the screen won’t make the story start typing itself”

“Then what do you suggest Heeseung mhm? I don’t think there’s much to do at this time”

“That’s where you’re wrong. You’re talking to me, I know my way around”

“Are you asking to take me out?” You raised an eyebrow and placed your hand under your arm as you turned around in your chair

“If you want it to be then yes. If you don’t want it to be then no”

The seriousness in his tone made you giggle. You tugged up on your bottom lip as your smile slipped on through, “Sure”

And you thought this would mean punctuality, that for someone who cares a lot about time on the court would also have the same urgency outside of it. But having to keep checking the time counting down the seconds until the next minute came, you let out a frustrated huff.

All talk about being on time when he’s late himself.

Noticing the lack of appearance by Heeseung, you rolled your eyes, finding your actions foolish for even coming out this late to meet with him. You turned a heel to head back home when your name was loudly shouted from the side.

Looking over your shoulder, there was Heeseung jogging up to you as he motioned for you to wait.

He watched how you scoffed at him and turned your back at him. He cursed under his breath before quickening his pace to stop in front of you, making you stop in your tracks, “Woah. Woah, where are you going?”

You stared right into his eyes to see the softness and actual apologetic expression he had. Your frown faltered for a second but you stopped from giving in. “You said be here by 12. In case you haven’t noticed it’s about to be 1” You pushed his hands that hovered over your arm in a huff

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry” He rushed out in one breath, “My manager called me about having a match tomorrow and I had to work out the details before I could leave” His eyes pleaded at you as his mouth unconsciously form a pout

You stared at him as his lips unconsciously tugged downwards easing into a smile when you let out a breathy sigh with an obvious roll of your eyes to show your annoyance. “Next time be on time” His frown turned upside down

“Next time?” You picked up on the teasing tone and you had to hold back another roll of your eyes again as you poked at his side making him yelp in surprise

He stared at you in shock before bursting out into a laughter that prompted your own smile, “Never had a journalist poke me at my side”

“There’s always a first for everything” You softly hummed as he glanced over to you with a much softer smile

“Yeah… There’s always the start of something new” His voice trailed into a silent hushed, the lull of his head felt light but his body felt heavy

A contrast he didn’t know before but swore he could get use to.

$$$

Heeseung enjoyed it far more than he would like to admire because it was dizzying having his mouth in contact with your skin. He was only supposed to walk you to your front door after bringing you to an underground 24/7 ramen place where there were little to no interactions.

Usually he doesn’t show anyone else but it was the only thing that came to mind and he didn’t expect to have a nice conversation with you that didn’t involve anything about his career. Everything was just about him or you, stories that were forgotten but brought up for the night.

And he told himself he was walking you all the way back to make sure you got in safely when he lives on the whole opposite side but he wasn't sure who leaned into who first but the soft plush of your lips against his cheek wiped all thoughts from his mind.

He screwed his eyes shut, his hands finding your waist as he flushed your body closer to his, molding perfectly to each other. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers playing with the tips of his back hairs as he tilted his head and pressed his lips harder against your skin.

Your soft sounds surrounded the two of you and he was drinking it up. Lack of oxygen being the least concern because now that he’s gotten a taste of you, he doesn’t think he can ever give them up.

Heeseung continued to dig into the flush of your sides in protest when you yanked his hair to pull him away from the repeated bites he gave towards your neck. “Stop biting” You warned but he was too far gone to listen, “I’m serious, I can’t walk around with hickeys all over my neck”

“Then I’ll put them where no else could see them but me” He slurred the words noticing the discoloring onto your skin, “You look so pretty with my marks on you”

Your cheeks burned and you pulled at his shirt but he didn’t budge. He leaned back into you and attached his mouth to your jaw, trailing to the bone until he was at your cheek.

Your heart rate was through the roof, fingers roughly tugging at the stretched shirt when he neared your lips. You turned your head away, throwing it back in a sultry gasp. Heeseung pulled away from the corner of your mouth and looked at you with surprised eyes

“Let’s move this inside” He mumbled between the open kisses on your neck before opening your door and guiding you in while you yanked your keys out of the lock right before he closed the door with his foot

“You’re not wasting time, are you?” You giggled when he hooked his arms under yours, you felt him shake his head as you pulled him further into your place

“Why would I? It’s you” Your heart fluttered harshly against your chest, you didn’t know why but you were too caught up in something else that you moved past him

You yelp when your body is met with the table, you peered over your shoulders to see your discarded laptop opened with papers scattered all around it. You were going to move out of the side when his hand extended out and closed your computer shut, “You won’t be needing that for now” He chuckled, his hands moving in to the corner, the papers scattering to your floor before he pushed your body onto the table

Slotting himself in between your legs clasping them around his lower back keeping him in place. “Don’t worry babe, I’m not going anywhere”

“Good” You dragged his collar, he yelled at the roughness but when you licked a stride over his adam apple his body became pliant on top of you

You hissed the more his fingers dug into your sides, a grip so tight that you swore you could feel him poking inside—ironically. “Heeseung”

He hummed when you called out his name, “What happened baby?” He chuckled darkly into your ear leaving goosebumps to rise on your face

You rocked your hips upwards to meet his. You moaned when his dick rubbed against your clothed self, you couldn’t stop, too caught up in the feeling you continued to rock your hips harder and faster.

Heeseung groaned each time you grazed him with your pussy. It was so sweet, so warm, so wet. “Drenching my pants there baby”

Wrapping your arms over his shoulder to bury your head in the crook of his neck to hide the embarrassment. The tight grip at your waist faded away, you pitifully whined making Heeseung laugh at your need.

He gripped the edge of the table rocking his body forwards to meet your weak thrust. Your fingers dug into his back when droplets of sweats landed onto your chest. Each push of his cock into your clothed self left you moaning with a care in the world.

“Need you- Please” You tried to pull his shirt up but he forced your arms off around him and planted them up next your head, you stared at him with wide eyes when stopped his incomplete thrust

“Don’t get frustrated with me, you started this” When you were going to complain, you sucked in a sharp breath at the harsh grind against your body, “Now we’re going to end it”

He rubbed himself all over your clothed core, the juts near your clit making you wail as he continued to reluctantly shove into you. The bulge pushed through the restraints of your pants and underwear to poke between your folds.

Throwing your head back onto the table with a hard thud, your back growing stiff and aching as you attempted to match his tempo to ultimately fail.

You’ve had your share of hookups before to relieve the buildup but nothing compared to this.

“Fuck I can feel you fluttering around me” Heeseung groaned loudly, the hands that held your arms up transferred to one head as he pinned them above your head while his other hand palmed over your clit

“Heeseung!” You squealed in his name withering under his touch, your legs growing weak around his body but jolted his body forward when you tried to pull away

“Don’t fucking stop- Give it to me” He rooted his lower half connected to yours, your fingers scratched the back of his hand, red streaks left in its wake because of you, “Come on baby”

Your grinds grew fervent against his rocking body, the stimulation making you hyper-aware of everything along the spews coming from him when his plunges grew messy.

“Who knew that you’d fucking love this” He laughed, a dark one that made your insides scream more for him, “Rubbing yourself all over me like some desperate virgin”

You shake your head but the moans that slipped past your swollen lips from how much you bit on them would say otherwise. “No? You're a good girl?”

Nodding at his question, he chuckled before rubbing harder down on the bundle of nerves. Moving your body side to side as you felt a growing bubble in your abdomen, you knew what it meant and Heeseung did too.

“Then fucking come like one”

Your screwed eyes shut mouth falling slack as you rut harder against his clothed cock until you arched off the table, your loudest moan ripping out of you. Heeseung muttered ‘fuck’ when you held him closer to you—using him to get yourself off even more.

His slender fingers unbuttoned your pants and fiddled with the zipper to slip into them and when he found the swollen pulsing bundle of nerves, he grinned wildly, his cheeks hurt from how wide it was. He loosened his hand holding your wrist.

Instantly, you clawed at his back when he discarded one artifact to rub over the thin layer covering your clit. You mewled weakly, each jerk over your body causing more friction in between. “Wanted to help you out” The fallacious innocence contradicted his actions but who were you to complain?

The sensitiveness made you grow pliant under him, the movement of his slow rocking hips and working fingers made your nails push past his shirt and to his skin that you were sure would leave indents.

Too aware and dissociated, you felt the tingling feeling in your lower stomach, an ache growing in you of a need to be filled. “Heeseung. Heeseung. Heeseung” You chant his name like it was the only thing you know

And it made his heart hammer out of his chest, the weak call of his name leaving your lips made him grin when he huffed a laugh directly into the shell of your ear. “Say my name baby”

However, the moment stopped and he ripped his hand out of your pants and put as much distance as possible from your moving lower half.

“Heeseung!” You frustratedly yell and lazily lift your head to see his wicked grin

“Can’t have you coming twice just like that, need to feel it around my cock” The laugh made you frown but inside of you felt giddy, excitement coursing throughout your body

“Then do something about it” You snapped but you yelped when he pushed his legs off of him and hooked his fingers under your loosened pants and panties, swiping you of them in one go

Attempting to cover the new bare exposure but before you could fully close your legs, he grabbed your gunner's thigh and bared you to him which you didn’t protest. He underestimated himself big time now that he was faced with your glistening folds, shimmering by the dim lamp.

“Looks like you won’t even need prep…” He sighs heavily, the pad of his thumb rubbing over your skin, your cheeks burned with how focused he was on you, “So pretty”

“Heeseung” You whined using your hands to cover your face and he laughed, his hand stretching out and peeling them away to see you

“Yeah… Absolutely gorgeous” He told when looking straight into your eyes

Your face dropped watching how his eyes flickered between your mouth and eyes. You nervously gulped, your hands resting on his shoulders, fiddling with the shirt before tugging upwards on it.

His shirt hiking up, he smirked when he noticed what you were doing. “You could’ve said so” He murmured when his hand ran up your side and under your shirt, “But I’m pretty sure it works both ways”

When his roughed yet soft hands touched your skin, you hissed. Like fire burning, you yanked his shirt higher and pulled it over his head while he did the same. A silence surrounded the two of you when you pushed yourself up on your elbows and he backed away.

Heeseung admired your figure. Only left in your bra, he felt all thoughts thrown out the window to be nothing. The relationship that was meant to be strictly professional was squished to the ground. He reached out and played with the strap of your bra, the elastic running under his hand as he slid it off.

You watched his movements, not daring to move an inch while he did all the work. He reached behind and unclasped your bra with no hesitation, instantly the undergarment slipped down your arms, exposing your unmarked chest to him.

Without a moment to waste, he attached his mouth to your chest, sucking into the soft nipple before running his tongue over it, hardening instantly. Heeseung fondled with the other, his fingers twisting the nub making your jolt, “Heeseung” You meekly sigh as he nibbled on the flesh

Spit accumulated at the corners of his mouth as he messily made out with your tit, he bit harsher making you squeal but not moving from his mouth. Heeseung gripped at your breast tightly, quickly getting lost in the feel of the plush squishing his face.

You jerk harshly when he bites down on your breast and you look at him with a frown while he looks up at you with gleaming eyes. “Look even nicer with my marks”

“I told you I’d leave it places only I can see”

You roll your eyes but the initial thought faded out when he pulls at your hips to the edge of the table, “Turn around for me”

Not daring to go against him in worry that he’d leave you high and stranded, you complied and stood up on wobbly legs before turning your body around. Yet, the moment you did, he carefully pushed you down to the wood. Your face squished on the side as you gripped the edges.

Unable to see him, your heart pounded into the table but the air got caught in your throat when he gripped one side of your ass and pulled it up, exposing the glistening of your pussy to him.

You mewled loudly when he took a long stride up, collecting the leaking juices onto his taste buds. “You even taste sweet too” You shivered from his rumbling voice, “So fucking sweet”

Your nails dug into the wood beneath you. Anticipation grew by the second, you tried to peer behind to see him but he pressed his palm flat on your upper back, his free gripping your hips as he swallowed up your juices. Your knees caved into each other that you would’ve fallen if it weren’t for the table holding you up.

The obscene noises filled the room, each drag of his tongue caused an enormous sensation in you. Softly wailing his name every now and then whenever he keeps his face buried in your cunt, not letting up until you weakly kick him away.

Loud pants followed by his chuckle made you hide your face into the table disregarding the discomfort but when you heard the buckles of his belt, your heart raced and legs squished together.

“Right here with you” He attempted to reassure and block out the drop of his pants to the ground, you gripped harder on the edge while squeezing your eyes shut

Heeseung grabbed the base of his length and dragged the tip over your folds coating and smeared your arousal everywhere on you and him. You moaned, feeling it tease your hole, the small stretched nearly enough for you to cum alone, embarrassingly.

He groaned, feeling the tightness wrapping around him for a split second before rubbing his length entirely over your core, poking your clit at the same time. “Heeseung, stop messing around”

The grits of your teeth he laughed and pulled away and you held back a protest and hit your lip to keep silent. “No need to be rude” He smacked the roof of his mouth with his tongue, “So impatient and desperate for me to fill up your lonely pussy huh?”

“What is the magic word?” He hovered over your back, his bare chest in close contact with your skin

You turned your head to side and looked at him through the corner of your eye, his bright side grin with a shadow casting over his eyes, “Fuck me please”

He didn’t respond to your plea and he pushed himself off your body, your bottom lip quivered as you tried to say something but a loud moan ripped out of you when his tip pushed past the rim of your pussy. The wood scratched under your nails as you planted yourself from the length pushed into you.

“Good girl… Taking it all for me. So fucking good to me” Heeseung groaned stabilizing himself with hands on your hips as he sinked you back onto his cock

Heeseung had to constantly remind himself to go easy, to go slow. But the way that you hugged him, sucked him in so perfectly, nearly made him lose his mind.

A stretch that you’ve never felt before, being split apart on a cock, let alone Heeseung’s.

“Damn I can stay inside of you forever” He loudly groaned as you fluttered around him but the loudest noise you’ve heard from yet filled the room when he bottomed out

Your body squished harder onto the table, comfortability being thrown out of the window as you were only able to focus on his weak twitches inside him. Your walls tried to get adjusted to the stretched and pull by him

“M-Move” You meekly nodded your head and that was the green light for Heeseung

Moving his hips slowly, not pulling away so much but enough to make you feel like you were almost empty before pushing back in. Each thrust made you shake and legs weak. “Doing so for good for me baby” He praised which made you clench around him

Immediately noticing the bodily reaction, he dug his fingers deeper into your flesh, “Like when I praise you for taking my cock?” He darkly snickered when you responded in a mewl, “Or would you like when I say it was like you were made to take me?” A sudden harsh thrust filled you and jolt your body harder into the board you were bent over

A switch flipped off in your mind, a moan ripping out of you only let to blab incoherently which made Heeseung laugh at your state, “Think it’s the second one” He whispered loud enough for you to hear

Heeseung quickly found his rhythm. A slow but powerful one that poked your inside, molding and shaping them only for him, “Only I can make you feel like this- Only me”

The possieveness of his words flew over your head as you rapidly nod your head but as he pistons his cock past your gummy walls, he abruptly stops. “Say it”

“W-Wha-“ You breathlessly said but when he began to drag his cock out, everything in your mind snapped into place, “Only you can! Only you please”

Your pleading went straight to his head and his chest lightly pumped to only jerk his hips forward. His tip poked your g-spot in one that made you slightly scream. You bit down on your lip to keep yourself quiet but Heeseung wrapped his hand at the back of neck, his hot breath fanning your ear, “Don’t keep quiet. Make some fucking noise”

He dragged himself out to push himself back in without a proper pace. It was clear that you would take it—which you did and were not complaining. Each plunge into your soapy self, the wet and warm confinement something he knew he could no never part from.

You focused on how he slid in with ease, your arousal making it nearly perfect to accommodate him. Each drag making you dizzy with pleasure Your hands balled the table, not caring the scratches you might’ve been leaving behind.

And you didn’t hold back. Releasing every noise that vibrated through your chest and out made sure Heeseung could hear it perfectly. “That’s a good girl” He sprawled his hand into your lower back while tightening his grip at your neck, “My fucking good girl”

“Heeseung! Please” He laughed at the blabs that mixed with your noises, his pace irregular but just perfect to make sure you knew it was him, that he was left in your mind and body

“Please what?” He hummed and you weakly waved your hand behind

“More”

He looked at you with a glint flashing over his eyes. You weren’t able to see it but you could feel the way he was looking at you. He laughed, your wish was only for him to fulfill, “So desperate”

Heeseung held back strained grunts but some slipped through every now and then when you clenched around him just right, “Be a needy girl then”

“Going to let me ruin you for no one else. Breed your pussy that you’ll be leaked from hour- no days, maybe even weeks” Those words spewed made you whined and pitifully nod your head in need, you blabbed incoherent words and yet, he strung them along to perfect sentences

“So no matter how far you go, you’ll always think of me. I’ll be right inside of here” Heeseung moved his palm from your back to your stomach, pushing down making you feel his cock ramming into you

Your moans melted and muffled by the table as he pressed deeper, “Going to fill you up so much baby” He chuckled while letting out strained grunt, his pace erratic and messy, “Take it, take it for me”

Heeseung clawed your back while he slammed his hips harshly before releasing a guttural moan when you convulsed around him, coating his shaft in your release which promoted his own orgasm.

You dragged your fingers at your table in a loud moan when he spilt into your velvet wall, painting them white of him. You faintly gasp trying to regulate your breathing, to hands that hold both of you peeling off your body.

Giving a few last push, his tip pushing his own release into the inside crevices that he now resided in. Your mouth fell open, letting out quiet moans as a drowsiness took over you.

Your eyes felt heavy and were going to close but snapped open when Heeseung slid out completely without warning. The emptiness is not evident due to the accumulated release but when you weakly turned to your side to face him after everything. He gave you a warm smile and extended his hands out to you.

“What are you-“ You shut your mouth when you catch sight of the gold necklace he always wore everywhere, seeing it in every photograph of him now resting in your chest

The cold metal touched your skin and you looked down as best as you could to see the gold necklace dangling off your neck, “Heeseung…”

“You look so pretty like this… You are always so beautiful” He admired the afterglow you were left in, marked all over with his hickeys, sweat and spit lathered all over your body, “It looks better on you than me”

It was the difference in how he was a few moments ago, he planted a soft kiss on your bare shoulder, he traced up to your marked neck, “It’s yours now”

You admired the necklace through the haze of your mind, allowing your neck to be kissed up by him, the glimmer it had even through the pale lighting. “It’s real gold so take care of it for me” You heard Heeseung chuckle and your heart fluttered at the thought

His gold necklace is now yours.

$$$

Playing with the chain around your neck. Tracing over it made you smile. There was an unexplainable glow to you that others talked about but you couldn’t see it yourself but certainly could feel it.

A feeling lighter than what you are used to, the weight on your shoulders lifted with an unexplainable swirl washing over you.

However the moment didn’t last long when you were snapped out of the daze by a chilling voice. Dropping the necklace and adjusting your collar, you look up to see Sunghoon looming over the table.

“Mr. Park” You smiled but came out more strained than relaxed making him frown at the forceful gesture, it was like the first smile you gave him and it irked him

Your first meeting with him when you were assigned to meet him in a specific location away from peering eyes. It was obvious for high class people, an escape from the dazzling public light. And you knew this because one of your co-workers covered the infamous high end nightclub.

While you knew yourself to be a bit early than the mutual time set. It gave you some clarity of your mind and to settle yourself properly. The differences were subtle between the two athletes but they were there, there’s no denying it.

You looked down to the papers in your arms, the slow jazz music filled the venue. Your eyes reread the similar printed scripture with your boss’ name written in the corner for credit, a tugged of your lips pulled downwards when the memory of your interview with Heeseung filled your mind.

Shaking out of that thought, your freehand hovered the material before crumbling it into a wrinkled ball because if it was out of sight, it would be out of mind.

The soft call of your last name made you peer over your shoulder to see that no profile photo or any photo that had his face plastered on it did not amount to the sliver of justice needed of how he looked in real life.

Great beauty, sculptured face littered with moles, prominent eyebrows that popped, a jawline that could cut through anything that stood in his way and sharp eyes that had a sweetening feel under it.

Slightly disheveled hair pushed back by the squiggly headband as beads of sweat covered his forehead. He wore a thin long sleeve that rested perfectly on his broad shoulders which appeared wider in person than what you’ve seen on screen the few times you tuned in.

“Mr. Park” You spread a polite smile which wasn’t reciprocate by him as he only motioned you to follow the unexpected leading host

With every step you took following the host, you became aware of the watchful eyes and Heeseung’s words flashed through your mind ‘A pretty face for them to idolize’ and suddenly your own list of questions began to sparkle.

The fallen smile slowly rose back when the host bid goodbye, leaving Sunghoon to move the chair out for you to sit in, “Thank you” You muttered as he pushed it in for you but still no response from him

Your eyes followed as he walked over to the seat in front of you. As he sat down, you realized his mouth has not moved from the thin line nor has he even properly acknowledged you.

However, when you were going to go through with your regular routine, it was like a switch flipped and he extended a hand out for you with a fake smile, “Pleasure to meet you” You accepted it with a nod of your head

“Thank you for being willing to meet with me” Your notepad flipped over with his name plastered on the header with your pen at hand, “Let’s begin, shall we?”

Sunghoon nodded as he adjusted himself, hands raked over his hair to get rid of the headband, allowing his hair to fall down to its original flowy state, “If you’ll forgive my poor attire. I am just coming back from practice”

Your brows knitted as you looked up at him. It clicked in your mind when he spoke a semi-long sentence that his responses were rehearsed. Strategic. Unnatural and purely planned.

You expected this type of interaction considering how this would not be his first and most certainly won’t be his last interview of his life.

Waving your hand your smile never hesitates in hopes of being a reassurance, “I don’t mind. Does your practice usually run this long?” He nods pulling at the long sleeve in an attempt to make himself more presentable

You softly hummed before writing down ‘hard worker and ambitious but no clear goal’ in the empty column under his name. “Let’s start with your current succession of winning the championship alongside your team yet again this year” You decided to start off slow and easy instead of jumping right into it, while you may be working to get insider scoop, you weren’t a monster

“Tell me about the preparation that went into it”

He corrected his posture and tried to mimic your heartily smile with his own. “Well of course, I couldn’t have done it with my team. We were able to-”

You quickly stop him with a raise of your hand. While you were aware that there was work to be done to even get a dent in the barrier of his persona that masked the real him. These responses of teamwork will not ruin you from perfecting this story.

“I meant about you actually” You leaned back into the chair, your notepad landing on your lap, “I want to know the preparation you went through” You put emphasis in the you in your sentence

“The good, the bad, the ugly and everything in between” You lightly scoffed, his eyes flickering between you and the raising pen, “If I wanted the generic answer, I wouldn’t have asked to meet. I could’ve just looked up online of another interview you did and get the same response you were just going to give me”

Sunghoon stared at you wide eyed, he was stumped by your words. He tried to reel back in the unbalanced atmosphere, his mouth opening and closing for some proper deviation but nothing came to mind.

He took a deep breath and let out a loud chuckle only to find your hard gaze still on him. Even past the facade he’s always put up when he did interviews and was in the public’s eyes, he suddenly felt stripped bare by you and he only met you not even 10 minutes ago.

“I do suppose I give similar answers from time to time” The attempt to lift the heavy mood failed but he hastily looked when you sighed

“You do it all the time actually” You bit your tongue and mumbled a breathless curse when unable to catch yourself from saying your thought, “I’m sorry that was rather straight-forward of me to say”

“It’s your job to be” Sunghoon answered leaving you shocked but it faded away when another thought creeped into your mind

“Then can I divert from these questions for a moment?” Immediately picking up confusion written on his face, you nibble on your lip and look down at your lap, “Well you see, there’s always been talks about your career before hockey” You eased into the topic before looking up at him to instantly he visibly tensed when he heard your sentence

Bingo.

“You were a renowned figure skater- So close to joining the national team but suddenly declared your departure with the words ‘Of wanting to broaden your horizon’ and left without another word” Your elbows perked onto the table as you inched forward, “Just what prompted that decision?”

The straight shoulders and flickered eyes made an almost sinister smile ghost your face at the wonders, the perfect posture and jaw clenching deflated to nothing by your questioning.

His gaze hung low to look up through his eyelashes, hit teeth nibbling on his bottom lip as he wearily smiled, “That’ll be for a later time if it does come”

His response made your anticipation drop to the pit of your stomach seeing the avoidance of the question. “Alright” You sadly hummed, crossing over your legs to glance down at the listed question

You smiled once you circled back on the topped bolded question, “Let’s talk about rivalries then”

The knit of his thick shaped eyebrows in even more confusion made you grin before tapping at your notepad with your pen without a care, “Star basketball player Lee Heeseung”

Right when the name fell from your lips his once tensed shoulders slouched, eyes wavering around as he was diminished to nothing now because of the mentioned name.

“There were rumors that were later confirmed that the two of you used to practice in the same ice skating rink while you both were in your previous respective sports before ultimately switching careers”

“With this information there was always one big question floating around” You stopped for a second taking notice of his reaction of each words you said

The evident clenching of his jaw that caused his cheeks to slightly hallow in, his fist clenching on his lap under the table, looking anywhere else but at you, and you took in everything he did.

Awkwardly clearing his throat, anxiety on the rise as he felt you inching closer to him, your body nearly folding over the table, “Did the two star players ever cross paths?”

However, expecting a long awaited response to your question that no one else dared to ask, you were met with an abrupt snap, “Nope. We never did” You jerked back by the sharp sternness in his answer

Sunghoon looked up after he responded. His approach was aggressive and not at all what his managers remind him time and time again to act like during interviews. He silently cursed under his breath but when he caught sight of you expecting a scowl, he was met with your grin.

Your pen twirled between your fingers before the tip met with your picked up notepad, discreetly writing down a bullet point. The grin plastered on your face turned into a toothy one as you read over the new note under his name that you circled twice for emphasis, liar.

And that's how you remembered the hockey player. You left abruptly right after that and he tried to drag more questions out of you knowing that if he left it at that, his managing team would hate him.

But you didn’t spare him any mind, only saying how you’ll reach out to schedule the next meeting and left him alone in the nightclub where all eyes were watching him.

And now this time, he swore he would not make the same mistake twice. He couldn’t mess up, not when he already received an earful when he told what happened during the first time.

So when looking around the empty nightclub for sight of you, he notices in the deadzone it is in the afternoon until he spots you buried deeply in paperwork and an empty seat beside you.

His management told him to butter you up to make sure you don’t spill anything about the first meeting but the thought of having to do so wasn’t repulsing but rather nerve wracking.

While it felt wrong to do so, he didn’t want to jeopardize his career over it.

Gulping down the lump his hand hovered over the seat as he could feel your strong gaze on him which ultimately led to him switching to the seat in front of you.

Your eyebrows raised when he opted to choose to the different seat but you looked past it and dusted off your clothing like you were waiting decades for him to show, “I’m glad you managed to meet me again despite your busy schedule”

“I know your rigorous training must be tiring-” You were suddenly cut off but Sunghoon chimed in promptly cutting you off

“How come you were smiling so much?” The tone of falsed sternness but filled with hesitation, you looked up from your notepad in surprise

He never looked away from you and your insides twisted in themselves. “What?” You knitted your brows as you awkwardly laughed, closing and opening your mouth before straining out a fake smile that he managed to see right through, “Oh uh… It’s nothing”

You opened your mouth, “You should smile more often” He rushed out to awkwardly clear his throat, “I mean more genuine smiles, not the fake interview ones” You closed your mouth when he stopped talking

For the first time you’ve seen Sunghoon nervously shying away from your gaze. You blinked trying to regain your senses, your hand curled tighter around the pen, knuckles whitening in the process before loosening around it.

“Well I definitely will take that into consideration” Sunghoon smiled softly to himself when he caught that in the corner of his eye. Slowly adjusting himself to fully face you, “So as I was saying about training regime, how are you and your team-“

“I’m so sorry to interrupt once again- I know we just started but…” Your brows knitted in the middle to usher him to finish, “I was actually thinking about what you were saying last time and I think you should ask the non generic questions”

He paused for a moment before continuing, “I just think it will be able to prove a little more of a insight on who I am as a person”

Excitement isn’t a big enough word to describe the feeling. A miracle was laid upon you and handed to you on a silver platter, just like a dream.

“Well I’m glad you’re entrusting me to handle that“ Your smile that he talked about came plastering on your face making his smile grow, “I promise to capture the essence of you as much as I can!”

“I won’t let you down” Sunghoon softly chuckles at the light hearted demeanor you showcased

A switch flipping inside of your head to a new side that was held away from peering eyes and his heart thumped against his chest realizing that he was able to catch a glimpse of it.

You suddenly seemed far more interested, your undivided attention on him while you didn’t even need to look down at the paper of question, “Was there any significant moment that molded you into becoming what you are today? Such an admired athlete”

The question went straight into it and Sunghoon cleared his throat, his eyes jumping around as his focus shifted until landing onto you. He gulped and you watched his Adam’s apple bobbed. Your jaw clenches suppressing a smile as you look at him sighing softly.

“It might’ve been the first time I first stepped on the ice ever in my life. I think that is when I knew I was meant for life on the ice” A shiver ran up your spine as you listened to the rawness of his emotions

He never spoke of his experience like this. All the dedication you did, reading all the interviews he did, never once did he describe it as such.

“Do you miss figure skating?” Your voice was softer than before and Sunghoon couldn’t help an unexplainable feel in him

He hummed softly while nodding, “There’s times where I do miss. It was what I’ve known my entire life”

“Do you regret the transition?” The question made him ponder, you saw the conflict written on his face as he remained silent, his fiddles with his fingers but tried to stop himself

You noticed his movements and quickly wrote a note about it before dropping your pen and paper down to extend a hand towards him. He jumped when you softly pat his hands. He looks up to you smiling softly at him,“You don’t have to say if you don’t want to”

Sunghoon hiccups and quickly pulls back his hands and laces them together, coughing a soft apology to hold back the blush daring to paint his cheeks.

You lean back on the chair as you wait for him to give the green light to continue. And when he does by looking at you, his eyes spoke more words than anything said before.

“Is there anyone you want to thank for making you reach this point besides your own willpower?” Reading the next question with the small note of L.H right next to it, you were reaching into the abyss hoping for a catch

While Sunghoon was grateful you moved on from the topic of ice skating and didn’t push any further. Others journalists or interviewers would’ve pushed to get anything but not you and that warmed his heart.

“Of course it wasn’t only me but my family and everyone else who supported me when I didn’t believe in myself” It was easy to be thankful for that but he pauses, his eyes saddening at a thought.

“There was an old childhood friend of mine that I lost contact with who really helped me. He-” Sunghoon licks his lips and stares off into the distance

While you were only able to guess the possibility of it being Heeseung, deep down you were praying that it was him. Your leg bounced up and down as you waited for him to continue. “He really led me to the path that I am on now, if it weren’t for him, I would’ve been so lost”

“I am forever grateful for him”

“Do you want to dedicate something to him? In case he happens to read the article?” You cautiously ask to not scare him

Sunghoon stayed quiet for a moment before nodding his head, he leaned in forward and you did the same. When he was close enough to you, he caught a glimpse of the necklace you wore.

Noticing the shimmer of the gold chain peeking out from your shirt his eyebrows knitted at the familiarity but brushed it away..

“I just want to say I hope he’s doing well and that… He enjoying what he’s doing” He softly hummed and pleasantly smiled

Through the smile you see the pointed teeth like fangs sticking out and you look at them for a moment, “You know you should take your own advice and smile more often”

“You have a nice smile too Sunghoon” Quickly turning his gaze towards you, feeling the sweetness and sincerity in your words that his cheeks burned and his heart harshly thump against his chest

$$$

Another night passed, another morning spent with Heeseung.

You have started to grow far too accustomed to this cycle that it would be weird to not see him 4 nights out of the week till sunrise, especially in your bed.

Today is no different from any other day. The fluff of his hair tickled your neck and you giggled softly, trying to push him away. The sticky body feeling made you shiver but he only pressed himself closer to you.

“Heeseung” He only hummed when you whined his name

The calloused hands ran up and down your side, you could feel the smirk radiating off of him as he placed a soft kiss on your skin. You could feel his mouth trailing up your neck to your jaw. He traced over the bone before inching closer to the corner of your mouth.

“I like it when you say my name like that. Say it again for me baby” He slurred his words

But the loud ring of your phone distributed the moment instantly and you immediately peeled your body away from him making his body topple onto your bed at the lack of you supporting him.

He buried his head into your mattress in a frustrated sigh but sunk his head onto your pillow as his arms slipped underneath them to close his eyes from sleepiness.

You sat up to straighten your posture seeing the familiar number and answered it. “Hello?” You softly whisper wondering just why your job was calling you on your day off

Heeseung peeked one of his eyes open to watch your back facing him. He could see his mark littered all over your shoulder down your body and he proudly smiled but when your shoulders tensed, his smirk faltered.

It wasn’t until you let out a heavy sigh and the grip on your phone was painfully tight that your knuckles lost their color. The soft shuffling behind you and you let out a sharp exhale when you felt the warming presence behind you.

Heeseung laid his head onto your shoulder, you could feel him looking at you with curiosity but you ignored it to focus on the hung up call.

“Work is calling me in, something about an emergency meeting” You grumbled under your breath not liking the urgency that was used from your boss during the call

Heeseung noticed and ran a hand up and down your arm to help calm you, “Doesn’t sound so bad I mean do you have to go now?” He dragged the have in his sentence

The scowl on your face twitched upwards, feeling his roughed calloused hands roaming your bare skin to your stomach before swatting it away, “Yes I do, didn’t you hear it’s an emergency meeting”

“But I have an emergency myself” The slur pout of his voice made you finally peer to look at him

Big pleading eyes looking up at you, a light pout on his face as his hands run softly across your stomach as if it were to get you to stay. You watched how his head slowly rose to yours, you smiled and closed your eyes.

Heeseung stopped when he noticed and softly smiled as he dragged you closer to him, his breath fanning over yours but when his lips grazed your, you turned the other away making his mouth land on your cheek, “Have to go” You mumble before pushing yourself off your bed

“At least return my shirt if you’re going to leave me” Heeseung huffed and you turned when he called out to you, you fiddled with the hem of the shirt

“If you say so” Heeseung watched as you teasingly raise the shirt to expose your stomach and dampening panties, he smirked when he caught your hungry gaze

“You’re going to be the death of me” He threw his head back in a laugh but you remained looking at him, “Or maybe the downfall of me”

You chuckle at his choice of words as you quickly rip the shirt over your head before crumbling it at hand and launching it at his face, “Well at least you won’t be mine”

You didn’t worry about having to see Heeseung out knowing he would find himself out like how he always does when the moment was done and time called for either of you.

It was just more often than not, it was always him leaving first but now it was you and each step you took was sharp and purposeful when you entered the office.

Everyone turned their heads the moment you walked through the door. A stoic face but a thumping against your chest made you feel prideful. You smiled at coworkers but you saw their faltering gaze from you to the floors and hushed whispers filled the room and suddenly the excitement within you died out.

When you reach your boss’ office, you softly knock to hear ‘come in’ and when you do you weren’t sure what to expect but seeing your friend, the very co-worker whose job you were filling in for, sitting up straight with a bright smile.

She cheerily called your name and stood up to embrace you which you didn’t expect. You stood there with wide eyes and hovering arms before lightly patting her back with an awkward laugh, “What the- I thought you were going to be out for the rest of the year”

“Time was just in my favor” She gleamed happily but you wondered what this meeting with her and you meant now

Why did her return need your involvement? But your question wasn’t answered fast enough to your liking but you knew your boss hated to be rushed more than anything.

“Both of you sit, this isn’t a reunion, I called you both here because there’s more important things to be discussed before you two chit chat like old times” Your boss cleared her throat before rising from her chair

You both took the seat beside each other in front of her and looked at her as she walked in front of her desk with a loud sigh and finger pinched in between her nose bridge. “Now normally you know once it’s someone’s story it’s their stories, end of discussion”

Your heart began slowing down in beats to drop to the pit of your starch when stringing the words together. “But under the circumstances that this was originally her story and her department” Your boss looks over to your co-worker before over to you with a tight smile

“Your replacement is no longer needed so from here on out, you both will return to your original posts and work on your respective projects”

While your friend happily cheered to be officially back and take over her righteous project of the rising two athletes. You deflated, a ringing growing louder in your ear that wouldn’t leave you even longer after you stepped out of the room.

Your jaw clenched and your fingers dug into the flesh of your palm while your friend shook your shoulders in anticipation, “Well tell me all about them? What are they like? Is Sunghoon as handsome as they say?”

“What about Heeseung, is he standoffish? I heard his performance was top tier” You snapped your head at her as the last sentence was as clear as day when you heard it

“What?” Your face contorted and you saw how she hesitantly stepped back noticing the strong gaze

You sighed and dragged a hand down your face, “Sorry… I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay” She cuts you off with a rub of your shoulder, “I didn’t mean to steal back the story… I am super grateful you stepped up and took over for me when I couldn’t do it”

“But hey think about it now! It’s no longer your burden to carry” While the words meant to assure you only made the bubbling seething worse as you grit a smile

It should be your burden to carry but you don't want to think of the greatest loss of your career in the matter of a few hours.

$$$

‘Fertilizers are the new way of emotional expansion not only for your garden but oneself’

Simply seeing the poorly written title you snatch it from the copy machine and crumble it into a ball and throw it into the nearest trash in frustration. You tried to block out all the gossiping chatter that everyone suddenly seemed to have now that the star athletes story was no longer yours.

As you stare at the trash cash, you close your eyes to shakily inhale and exhale deeply with the repeating words of calm. calm. calm in your head. You walk back to the copy machine and press the button and antagonizaily wait for the entire catalogue to print out.

You aimlessly stared at the accumulated stack of papers before aligning it perfectly and slamming down to staple them together. Deeming it good enough for the lack of effort you put into it, you walked into your boss’ office not caring for her lack of absence and placed it on her desk.

But when you opened the door to leave, Heeseung’s face greeted you. You stumbled on your feet staring right at him while he loomed into the office without a word, his eyes set on you.

“Mr. Lee now hold on” You could hear your boss from behind but she stops when she see you in there

Your mouth moved but no sound came out as you didn’t dare focus on Heeseung. It had been a few weeks since you last contacted him of Sumghoon for that matter after purposefully ignoring his calls and messages ever since you lost the story.

There was no point of connection so why bother entertaining it anymore than what it was. You saw the warning gaze your boss gave to leave now and she’ll have a word with you later but a faint knock made everyone’s head turn to the door.

You stop your mouth from dropping seeing Sunghoon walking in with a bouquet of flowers and a soft smile but it falters at the sight of you and Heeseung.

“Mr. Park! Oh dear you both are early for your meetings… Please Please come in” Your boss welcomes the new addition and you tried to slip past but Sunghoon blocks your way in the name of an accident

“Sorry” He mutters and you don’t say anything and let him through first with hopes of being able to escape completely oblivious to lingering gaze Heeseung had on the two of you

His resting jaw tightened at the thought popping in his head making him burn a hole into the back of your head that made the hair at the back of your neck rise.

“Let me just handle with her for a second and I’ll be right with you both” You boss kindly smiles but you knew it was one of anger directed towards you

“This actually involves her so she needs to stay” Heeseung jumps in and you slowly turn around in shock

But the nonexistent back bone of your boss disappeared to nothing as she quickly closed the door behind her, enclosing you in the room with them and walking over to the blinds and shutting them close.

You looked through the large transparent windows just before she did and saw everyone’s eyes towards the room, especially your co-worker with horror all over her face until it was out of sight.

It didn’t take long for all of you to step out of your boss’ office. Her smiling widely after being able to deviate from a crisis that would’ve made her magazine a laughing stock. She shook the hand of the athletes while you slightly bowed which they reciprocated.

Sunghoon was the first to leave with the excuse of not wanting to be late for training but before he left he gave you a tight smile and snuck a glance towards Heeseung who barely looked at him the entire time.

During your time working with the two even if it may not have been that long, there was one thing you knew about Sunghoon: he's a liar.

You expected Heeseung to leave right after him but instead he stayed for a moment longer to batanly look at you without shame. “Check your phone for me okay” He mouthed before finally waving goodbye and leaving the office without another word

“What happened?” You weren’t even able to get a chance for yourself before your friend who was supposed working on the article asked

You took a step back when she roughly grabbed your shoulders, her distress and unease obvious. You opened your mouth to say anything but your boss’s shoes clacked on the tile floor gaining everyone’s attention. She pointed at your co-worker with not falter in her words, “You’re out”

“What?” Your friend awkwardly laughed looking over at you for some clarification, “What does she mean by that?” She whispered only for you to hear

“I’m sorry” Was all that you could say but even though you were apologizing from something she didn’t understand, she could feel no remorse anywhere in your words

“What happened?!” Her voice started to raise louder as she looked between you and your boss for some type of clarity before ultimately looking at you knowing your boss’ won’t explain

“They were saying how they wanted me to cover the story instead and I-I just couldn’t go against it because we would’ve lost the story” The justification on your part only angered her even more

“I swear I was going to say something but before I knew it, there was always an agreement that I would be the other to finish it since I started it” Your friend didn’t know what to do or even how to feel, she looked at you in disbelief that you didn’t break character once

“Get back to work everyone!” You hear your boss yell and the crowd disburse instantly leaving it to just be you and your freund

“That goes for you too- You’ll pick up the story she was working on…” Your boss squints at the recently printed catalogue title you put on her desk with a scowl, “Something about impact of fertilizer” You boss huffed and quickly handed the stapled pack of paper to your friend’s chest

She stared at you in disbelief only to be met with the back of your head as you faced your boss with now better posture than you’ve had ever since she came back and took the story that was rightfully hers.

“And you” Your boss faces you with a closed mouth sigh, “Get back to work on the articles for those two”

You don’t realize you were the only one left standing in the same position. You ran a hand over your face and covered your mouth with your hand to conceal your quivering mouth at the realization finally daunting you. You were back on the story.

$$$

The knock at your front door was familiar but not unexpected. You still haven't responded to his messages like he told you to do so, it was only a matter of time until he showed up and you let him in.

Stretching the collar of the shirt you wore in order to breathe better, you sucked in a breath before cracking open your front door to Heeseung looking through the crack.

When his eyes met yours and softened upon contact. “Let me in?”

Choosing to open the door for him as a response, he stepped in with ease and confidence after being here far too many times.

“What are you doing here?” You sigh but he brushes it off, admiring how nothing has changed from last time he was here

He inhales sharply quickly turning on his heel making you jump at the closeness and warmth of his skin near yours. You stumble but he quickly catches you with a hand on your mid back while you look at him with wide eyes.

Heeseung smirked, noticing your expression. Being able to see you so close and in person felt like a reward he always wanted, “Thought I told you to answer your phone” His lulled words made you weak and you looked at him and he brought his lips to hover yours. “What? Cats got your tongue now?”

You jerk your head to the side to deny the kiss which made him breathlessly laugh, “Just like the last time we saw each other” He whispered as a hand ran over your back before knocking his head into the crevice of your neck

Softly inhaling your scent he became lightheaded. He missed it—He missed you.

“Heeseung” You softly call his name and he hummed before attaching his mouth to the unblemished surface of your neck

He ran his hand over your waist to your stomach where it slowly drifted downwards to the pulsing calling his name, “Shhh let me take care of you baby”

Your eyes fluttered closed and you didn’t resist at all. Your legs pulled slightly apart and hummed in satisfaction. Whenever Heeseung said he would take care of you, he meant it.

After time of not being inside of you was a lustful torture in itself but not being able to see you was a pain he never wanted to experience again.

He wasn’t sure how much he’s released inside of you or how much he’s made you cream around his cock. All he knows is that he can never get tired of this—of you.

With a heavy breath, his body crashed on top of you. You weakly gasped but your body shivered as you weakly played with the stickiness of his hair. You push it back to showcase the mall on his forehead that is usually covered by his hair.

He smiled softly and melted into the touch. Rubbing his cheek into the crevice of your neck while he gave plush soft kisses making you giggle.

You attempt to jerk your head away but he grabs your waist and brings you close to him, his other hand grabbing your head to keep you in place. “Where do you think you’re doing?” Heeseung slurred against your skin

He nipped at the skin, running his tongue over the burning sensation making you squirm in his hold. “Heeseung” You weakly called his name and you could feel the smirk radiating off of him, “More” You slurred

Heeseung chuckled at your state, “You still want more?” His calloused hands rubbing up and down your side—sucking softly at your skin to mark it. “Must’ve been so needy without me, so lonely without me here”

“I’m sorry pretty girl”

Your body moved with his words, a fluttering within, your hips bucking forward to meet with any friction. Too lost in the moment, Heeseung yelped when you pushed him by his shoulder and climbed on his lap.

Dipping your head down to his neck, you harshly sucked on anything you could get your mouth on. Kissing his bobbing Adam’ apple and tugging at it to which he dug his fingers into your hips as a warning.

You smiled against his neck as soft held back hums were released by him. Holding onto his shoulders, switching to the other side you dragged your tongue all over the unblemished skin. “When were you damn it- going to tell me about Sunghoon”

Your mind is so hazy that you didn’t pick up on the question choosing to clamp down your teeth onto his collarbone making him wither under you, planning on doing it again.

When you moved to the opposite side by the drag of your tongue from shoulder to shoulder, Heeseung pushed you away and you blinked, staring at him in bewilderment.

Instead of the loopy smile, he was serious and you could see that. “When were you going to tell me that you were interviewing Sunghoon as well?”

Retracting your hands from his shoulder and straightened out your posture to shrug like it was nothing, “I didn’t think it mattered”

You could see he didn’t believe you in the slightest as he chose to let out a weak scoff, “C’mon baby don’t give me that”

“What are you talking about?” Instead of sitting on his lap, you crawl off it to sit on your legs facing him, “It really does not matter”

Heeseung adjusted himself against your headboard and your sheets falling off his chest down to his waist. “Uh yes it does” He told you like it were the most obvious thing ever

“Why does it?”

Your question makes him push back his hair in a groan, ruffling the fluff of it to an even more disheveled state. “I’m just saying it just does, I don’t have to explain myself to you”

You scoff loudly in disbelief, “And I have to explain myself to you?”

“That’s not the point-“

You cut him off with a sharp remark, “Then what is the point? Am I missing something here?”

“All I’m saying a simple heads-up that you’re not only interviewing me but him as well would’ve been nice” The way Heeseung referred to Sunghoon was not of one of a warm greeting but you pushed that bubbling feeling down as you narrowed your eyes with a scowl

“Ever thought that I cannot talk about confidential stuff? That this is my job Heeseung”

“You know the job that you fought for, telling my boss you’d drop out if it wasn’t me covering it” He didn’t believe the snap of your words, there was something more you weren’t telling him and yet you played innocent

He released his hair with a huff, “So what? This is my fault now?” He shook his head to deny and waved his head like it was lunacy

You smacked his waving hand away to land at his side, “No I’m telling you I’m not obligated to tell you anything”

“I’m not the one who needs the other- I don’t need you” Heeseung laughed at your stifling remark, he stared at you in amusement like he couldn’t believe his ear

“Don’t get it twisted Heeseung. This-” You motioned at the distance between the two of you, “Isn’t what you think it is”

“And yet you want me” The slur of his tone made you soften your eyes just a bit, your shoulders slightly dropping because you couldn’t deny how it is, “Plus what is this between us then mhm?”

The question posed revelation because you weren’t sure what it was between you and Heeseung. One moment you’re interviewing him and then the next he’s in your bed taking care of you like no one else has.

Your silence spoke louder and he understood that completely. He shook his head and bundled your sheets at his waist before sighing softly and rubbing a hand over your arm, “Look I’m sorry I didn’t mean to snap at you mhm?”

He sighed when you were looking off into the distance,“Babe look at me” He softly called but you pushed him away when he inched closer

“Don’t call me babe… I actually think it’s best you leave for now” Heeseung stared at his air hung hand as you shuffled away from him in your bed

“What?” Heeseung stared at you in bewilderment, he couldn’t believe what he just heard, you didn’t mean it—you couldn’t have. not when he was finally back at your side, “Don’t tell me you’re mad”

“I’m not mad, I just have to work soon” You pulled your sheets to your body but he hastily grabbed your wrist to stop you

“Now hold on, this isn’t happening- No fucking way”

Attempting to pull your wrist back as you stare at him shocked, “What exactly is happening?” You raised an eyebrow while a loud scoff bounced off the walls

“I just-” His mind was running laps, bubbling emotions erupting something nasty within, his fingers digging harshly into his palms, “I don’t get it. You already have me, why do you need to interview him?”

“Because this story covers two star athletes. Not just one” You put your finger at his bare chest to push him, “Plus last time I checked only one of you is doing better than the other and it definitely isn’t you”

“That’s only because he allows himself to be idolized and manipulated by the public’s eye to be some fucking perfect ice prince” He grabbed your pointing finger and held it tightly when you tried to pull back

“You know I’m not like that, that’s why you stayed.” He lowly said which ultimately led you to push him back to let you go, “You’re just mad that I’m not tripping over myself to make you feel bad about me”

You jerk your head back in shock, “You’re joking right?”

“I’m sorry I’m not going to allow you to paint me in whatever way you want to sell better”

“I’m not someone you can control and mold for your own pleasure especially for the public’s eye” Heeseung’s voice cracks into laughter after each word, “Hate to break it to you but I’m not Sunghoon”

This was the first time you heard the name be dropped from his mouth. Your mouth twitched but you could only laugh—not in happiness but in annoyance. “Trust me I know you aren’t”

“And oh is that so? Well I’m not going to be made less of what I am so that you can feel better about yourself who can’t seem to chart anywhere else but on the court”

“Isn’t that what only matters? Oh wait! Not for you cause you love leeching off things that aren’t meant to be known” Heeseung’s words became like venom that you could taste in the back of your throat

“And yet, you were still giving me a story just so that I can stay by your side” That was the last straw because he was quick to get up from your bed, grabbing everything of his discarded items and putting them in a haste

When he was slipping on his pants, he faced you with a mocking laugh that crinkled his nose, “And still somehow you ended up fucking me”

Your jaw clenched tightly as you stared at him, having one foot out of your room. He stayed for a second just staring at you and his eyes were starting to irritate you. The rational part of your mind screamed to do something but your emotions got the better of you.

“Don't sweat it too much, I regret it” You snapped and that was sign that made Heeseung slam the door shut leaving you alone with your heavy words lingering in the air

$$$

“What are we supposed to do now that we lost Heeseung?” Your boss frantically laughed as she paced around her office, “What exactly happened?!”

“He hasn’t been returning my calls, messages or emails and his management called me that he would be on hiatus until further notice”

“There wasn’t much else I can do” You tried to explain but your boss snapped her head towards you

“There’s not much else you can do” She repeated your words, “Well you can start off by bringing Heeseung back!” She yelled slamming her hand onto the table when she rounded the corner

You jerked at her shout and clenched your jaw tightly, your tongue running the insides of your mouth that you could taste the metallic on your tastebuds.

After constantly trying to get into contact with Heeseung after the fight, he ended up blocking your number when you received word he was on an indefinite hiatus.

You couldn’t bring him back once he became a ghost. That would be doing the impossible and you don’t work miracles.

“I have to go. I have a meeting with Sunghoon” Announcing it, you hoped to be spared from anymore of the lecture and to your luck, your boss didn’t respond and just sat at her desk to stare off in the distance

Stepping out of her office, you huffed, sighed loudly and closed your eyes while your hands shook at your side but the voice of your friend, the one who should be covering the story, smiled softly and rubbed your shoulder.

“I’m sorry to hear what happened with Heeseung” You furrowed your brows wondering how anyone knew of the news, she noticed your confusion and became lost herself, “Uh yeah… Didn’t you see the official statement posted? He’s off the lineup and won’t participate in the championship this season”

You stared at her with wide eyes but she didn’t answer your silent question.

“Just what happened? I thought everything was going well, especially after the scene they caused” She and everyone else has question they ask knowing you might have insider information that can satiates their curiosity

“I don’t know. Last session, he seemed fine. Maybe fame just got too much for him how the hell would I know what goes on in his head” You grit through your teeth, you knew it was a lie, there was no fame attached to his name besides the one the team gave him

But you truly don’t know what he was thinking and quite frankly, you didn’t want to dwell on something that isn’t in your control anymore. You didn’t say for long to continue the conversation giving an excuse that while you may be down one athlete, you still have another.

$$$

Sunghoon read the news, he saw the article, and with the new information obtained not long ago about the former basketball player also being interviewed by you. It was no shock that the disappearance of Heeseung must’ve taken a toll on you.

While he didn’t want to point out the obvious, it was really hard when you kept a stoic face, not a single smile that he adored in sight. On one hand, he tried everything possible that could spark some reaction, answering all questions with honesty but nothing brought back the same bright smile.

“Alright that’s it for this. Thank you for meeting me Mr. Park-“

“I heard what happened with Heeseung” You stopped mid way and looked away before turning to his nervous expression, he laughed to fill the awkward silence as he rubbed his nape, “I’m sorry that he suddenly back out like that”

“He tends to do that when something becomes too overwhelming with him” Sunghoon sighs and you immediately drop your hands and gave your full attention to him, “He isn’t the best when it comes to dealing with emotions so whatever it may have been, don’t blame yourself”

“It’s something I’ve told him countless times to fix because it could bite him in the ass and now look at this. His career on the line for whatever the case may be”

“But what if… Do you think this will cost him everything?” You asked when a void filled your stomach like a bottomless pit

“If he’s smart about it then no but if he isn’t who knows” Sunghoon shrugged when he knew that he would be the only to actually know

You rubbed your creased forehead and he jumped when you dropped your hand to the table in a thud, “But I mean unless it’s worth it then I can understand”

“What do you mean?” You asked and Sunghoon softly smiled making you frown lightly at the happiness in it

“That everything he’s doing is worth it. He loves what he does, I know that. So maybe he knows what he’s doing and the consequences will be worth it” The explanation did nothing as a clarity and it must’ve shown on your face when he chuckled softly

“He’s impulsive and irrational. He always has been no matter the case may be, so please don’t beat yourself for losing him because in the end it was his lost, not yours”

A kick in your stomach as you listened to him made it feel like a bucket of cold water was lathered over you and rudely waking you up to reality. You scoff at yourself, silently cursing under your breath as you look up at him with a more relaxed smile.

“There’s the smile” Sunghoon pointed when he saw it and you shied away and turned your head to hide it

You heard him laugh but you looked back at him when you heard him speaking again, “Let’s go shopping” The abrupt change of topic made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion

You open your mouth to respond until he beat you to it, “Please” You closed your mouth at his soft plea

Somehow managing to pack your belongings and being brought to the mall that you wouldn’t dare to step in for the sake of your bank account. However, he walked in there like it was just another day for him–which it was.

As the two of you aimlessly walked the mall, you see the high end brands one after another and you could never imagine the sheer luxury it must be to buy anything without looking at the tag.

“Can I ask why shopping all of a sudden?”

Sunghoon’s gaze remained forward as he took a nervous gulp and rubbed his forearm while he continued to walk beside you, “I uh…just need to buy something. Plus I thought it would be nice to have a change of scenery”

Keeping your sight on him, you see the awkward side glance he gave you before looking back ahead. Yet, he came to a stop in front of a store you never thought you would step foot into. The door opened wide for you and Sunghoon, the name ‘Tiffany and Co.’ embroidered into the glass.

Looking into the store before turning around to look at the encouraging smile he gave as he motioned you in. You nibbled softly on your lip peering over your shoulder as if to make sure it was okay. “Go on” His encouraging words bloomed in your chest

You inaudibly gasped at the lines of jewelry on display, the gleaming of the rocks nearly blinding by the mere sight. Looking up from the racks on racks of necklaces, bracelets and earrings, you see the employees bowing their heads to Sunghoon.

He kindly bowed back and with every step he took, everyone followed him. “Perks of being an ambassador” He rubbed his nape when noticing the unreadable expression on your face

Unable to rip your eyes from the employees that patiently waited for his word that you were snapped out of thought at the soft call of your name.

Your eyes blinked back to reality and turned to where your name was called and your jaw dropped seeing the diamond necklace blinging in the fluorescent light before it was extending out to you. “I think this will look lovely on you” His gaze shifted onto your neck before back up to your eyes with a tight lip smile

Unconsciously reaching up to the chain around your neck, you balled it in your palm before attempting with the lock you try to rid yourself of it however, it kept slipping through your fingers.

Grumbling under your breath when it wouldn’t come off but you stopped when you felt another pair of hands pulled yours away, “Let me do it for you” Sunghoon softly said as the clasp unclipped and the necklace slipped off your neck to be scooped in his hand

Your mouth slightly parted when he smiled warmly as he pried open your fist with his fingers as he dropped the necklace onto your palm, “Let’s try this one on now mhm?”

The cold from the necklace Heeseung gave you disappeared into your pocket as you turned your back and made it easier for Sunghoon to wrap the diamond necklace around your neck. It didn’t dangle like how Heeseung’s did. It was far too heavy in the middle by the crystal to do so, instead it clung to your skin.

You were hesitant to turn around and look at Sunghoon but he grasped your shoulders and turned you around, “What do you think?” Your question was innocent and pure in his eyes and it made his heart flutter

“I think we’re going to have to box it up” He smiled peeling his gaze away from the jewelry to look at you face that stretched in the smile he adored

“So? You get whatever you want at a discounted price?” You coughed when you caught a glimpse of the price tag which he laughed and shook shook his head like it was pure lunacy

“I get it for free” Your shocked must’ve been seen because he only shrugs his shoulders like nothing, “Perks of being a renowned athlete and ambassador I suppose”

“No this is the outcome of being loved by the nation” You muttered under your breath but quickly shut up when an employee extended a bright teal blue bag in your direction

You picked up the bag and looked inside of the box in which the necklace you’re wearing is supposed to go and a gratitude card for your purchase.

“Now it’s yours” Sunghoon had a look that sparkled and you couldn’t describe it

He cleared his throat and stuffed his hands into his pockets and smiled, “If you want to look more around the store you can. Choose whatever you like, it’s all on me”

An excitement raced through you hearing his words. Something that you hadn’t felt ever before unless during late night thoughts of what ifs or in your wildest dreams and fantasy.

The grip on the teal bag tightened as you glanced around the store to see all the employees waiting for Sunghoon and now your cue for whatever you may need.

You looked to the side to catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your ‘Tiffany and Co.’ bag in clutch and your necklace that dangled a shining diamond right in the middle.

$$$

“Sunghoon is wonderful isn’t he?” The question snapped your attention from the rather large portrait of the said male to the whom spoke

You see a striking resemblance to the woman who you knew to be his mother, seeing her in countless videos and photos along with Sunghoon. She always had the same proud smile when the cameras were on her and the smile she gave you was no different.

Her heels clack against the sleek tile floors where there was not a speck of dust. She looked up to the picture in pride and folded her arms. “This was during one of his last final matches. I didn’t know at the time since he made the decision by himself but it was a moment too beautiful not to capture.

The said picture was of Sunghoon and a gold medal hanging around his neck, the bouquet of flowers laying in his arm, the dust particles behind him and the light outlining him perfectly. And yet, his eyes were hollow, not a single smile in sight.

“Such a remarkable athlete. Always loved and remembered by the public even when switching careers” She hums softly, “He’s made it far even after everything” The mention of the switch of sports perks your interest, however it wasn’t what you were here for

You were here upon invitation his mother reaching out and setting this meeting without his knowledge—deeming it something between you and her.

“I’ve read all about it, it’s like he was meant to be on the ice” Your response seemed to have pleased his mother as she lightly patted your shoulder like it was the right answer to say

“Every since we took him ice skating on a long cold night during the winter at a lake we used to go to often, we knew then and even now he’s meant for the ice” She told and you mentally took note of how she talked of him and the experience, even only meeting her not even an hour ago, you’re already learning more information that no one else knows

When she pats your shoulder again, you look to see her motioning to follow and hastily doing so, you look around at the house as you walk through it. Saying that it was beautiful would be such an understatement. It screamed of pure wealth and of Sunghoon that by eyes alone, you could tell this was his foundation.

You could feel the hint of him within the walls besides all his pictures and medals plastered everywhere. You tried to look at everything that you could of him. There were countless joyous, shy smiles of his everywhere you looked.

It didn’t matter if he was alone, with people, on the ice, in the grass, in the sun, and in the snow. Sunghoon was always shyly smiling—a smile that never changed until it stopped when he grew up.

“Did he enjoy figure skating?” You voiced out your thought only to suck in a breath and cursed under it for not catching yourself sooner

She laughed and you slowed down your steps as she did as she turned around to look at you, “That’s the thing about you journalist”

“You’re always looking for something to sink your teeth into”

“I-I” You were lost for words, there was nothing that came to mind that could save you from this but you took a step back when she turned her whole body to face you

“You know I thought you would be more careful when it came to your tracks considering you’re the very person you have to be careful of” She said while handing you a photograph

You were scared to look down at it but when she puckered her lips to it, you shakily picked up the photo and saw you and Sunghoon walking into Tiffany and co. with soft smiles exchanged.

There were many times you’ve experienced fear but this was the first time you’ve felt it because of someone else you just met. You looked up at her in horror but she smiled at you.

But even when being cornered, you couldn’t take out the muscle memory when you spot a picture in the corner of your eye behind her. Pushed all the way back and dust accumulated on it, there were two young boys, arms wrapped over their shoulders with bright smiles while they stood on the ice.

One with their hair pushed back with a squiggly headband showing the mole dead center on his forehead wearing hockey gear and the other wearing a decorative bodysuit, the prominent eyebrows and scattered moles on his face to be signed below. Heeseungie and Hoonie.

“Now I hate getting my hands dirty” Sunghoon’s mother said, making you remember what was happening. You snap your attention back to her as she picked the photo from you, “However, I’m seeing something that needs to be taken care of”

You stared where the picture once was until you carefully looked around the empty dimmed room before looking back to her wicked grin.

Her eased demeanor contrasted your stressed one making you swallow down a lump in your throat. There was no one else in the room besides the two of you. “Now why don’t we step into my office? I like talking more in private”

“I think you just might want to hear my proposal, journalist”

$$$

All that training he’s done couldn’t have possibly prepared him for the struggle that he was about to endure in running over to your place in the rain.

He wiped the sweat that blurred his eyesight and pushed himself, he couldn’t stop. The balls of his feet killed him but it faded away when he stood in front of your door. The light hanging from above illuminates just enough to cast the shadow of his hand hovering your door.

He flexed his hand at his side, nervously gulping before straightening out his clothing and adjusted his hair to what he hopes is a tame state.

The knock at your door made you jump and look up from your laptop before slamming it shut and roughly shaking your head from the clouding thoughts.

You grabbed your phone and rushed towards the door trying to ignore the giddy feeling blooming into your chest but it died when you opened your door and your phone nearly slipped through your hand at the sight in front of you.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice laced in surprise and tension as Sunghoon tries to regulate his breaths with heavy pants

He opened and closed his mouth, no thought running through his mind that could make him utter a coherent sentence but when his gaze shifted to your opened phone he read the bolded slanted title.

‘Park Sunghoon, Nation’s love, caught on a shopping date sparks mixed emotions of fans. All wishing for the protection of the athlete’ and attached below to the title were the very photos from the mall that day.

Sunghoon let out a shaky breath as he slowly raised his eyes to you. You stood frozen, your eyes widened and mouth slacked open. He quickly engulfs you in a tight hug, “I don’t know how anyone knew we were there and managed to get that picture of us but I will deal with it”

“I’ll call everyone I know to get that article taken down” The grip over your body tightened as he rested himself on your shoulder before burying himself into the depths of your neck, “I am so sorry”

Your free hand twitches and your face scrunched when letting out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding before a ripping sob came from you and your bottom lip quivered.

“Shhh it’s okay, let it out. I’m right here” He whispered softly into your ear, his hand running up and down your back to console you

You didn’t say anything, merely sticking your head deeper to cover your face as you held tightly around his waist. Sunghoon pulled his head from your neck to hover his mouth over your ear, “I got you. I got us don’t worry”

He pulled away, his hands on your shoulder to see your teary eyes, a clench in his heart at the sight, “No one is going to hurt you as long as I am here”

You opened your mouth to say something but he quickly hushed you, he raised his hand and his thumb wiped away the tears at the corner of your eye. A reassuring smile stretched over his face as his eyes never left yours even when you were looking away.

Able to feel his gaze on you, you screwed your eyes shut. The built up waterworks striking down your face which Sunghoon easily caught. The pad of his thumb creased your cheek in a gentle manner, you slowly opened your eyes and turned your gaze to him.

When you caught his eyes, his smile grew more and he looked at you with a shimmer in his eyes—making it look like he held the universe in them.

You gulped the nerves down but he grew closer into you, your eyes searched his face to see if he could hear your heartbeat with how close he was. “Mr. Park-“ You started when he hovered your lips

He sucked in a breath, the eye contact never let up from the moment it started, “Please call me Sungho- Actually call me whatever you want. As long as I am the one you’re calling out to”

You were going to speak when his hovering mouth planted softly onto yours. You gripped his forearm to stop his shaking as he held your face.

Instead of ripping yourself away like he expected, your eyes slowly flutter close, getting lost in the plush feel.

“You shouldn’t be here- What if someone sees you?” You softly whisper when he pulls away and stares into your eyes, “Guess you have to let me in then”

He had a flush across his cheek when he harshly gulped in anticipation of your response. He doesn’t know what took over him but you grasped his arm and pulled him into your place without a word and your eyes never left his.

When the door closed behind him, it didn’t take a moment longer before Sunghoon slammed his mouth against yours. His face scrunched when your nails dug into the muscle of his forearm but he looked past it when he pressed his lips deeper onto yours.

He felt even happier when your hand loosened and pulled his hands away to your sides. Instantly his hand cupped you there and carefully flushed your body with his.

Your arms wrapped around his neck when the empty spaces soon became filled by him. Your heart was pounding and your mind was spiraling with nothing in it besides Sunghoon.

He repeated soft pecks on your lips ever so softly while you raked your hands up the back of his neck into his hair. Messily tussling it from the usual neat look. You grinned softly against him but when you gasped just enough when he nibbled on your bottom lip to slip his tongue in.

Grasping a fistful of hair when he devoured the entrance you gave him. Sunghoon was getting too far into the clouds to focus on anything else besides you. You were feeling light headed from how much he was kissing you, he wasn’t letting you have a chance to breathe.

There was always a gnawing in his mind and chest whenever you were around. Now, it was dull and numb, too overcomed with a greater need now that he’s tasted you.

“Please” Sunghoon wasn’t sure what he was pleading for, what he did know was that he would rather give up everything than lose you

You began walking backwards, guiding him further into your home. With each step you both took, pieces of article began slipping away and trailing where you once were. Until you stripped into nothing but your undergarments.

When you reached your bedroom, the door was pushed open and slammed closed by his foot as you gracefully placed on your bed.

The kiss never broke for a minute after that, his body slotting between your legs, his arm resting at the side of your head while the other wrapped your leg around him. His fingers traced designs and patterns on your skin as he kissed you silly.

The light-headed feeling was getting worse but you only pressed harder against his mouth. Sunghoon mimicked the same desperation, constantly repeating the motion.

You continued to play with the back of his hairs, tugging at them every now and then until you tried to pry him off your lips for a second. Managing to peel him away for the millisecond of air before he broke free and crashed himself back onto you. Sunghoon kissed you like a starved man like he’s been deprived of a necessity in life.

He tightly gripped your waist to keep you rooted flat on your back when you whipped your head away. He needed to be touching, to feel you, to be so close to you that no one was sure where either of you began and ended.

“Sung…Hoon” You broke his name and he had never been called out so prettily, it was like a siren that dragged him into you

His fingers hooked under your chin and turned your head to face him again. When you looked at each other, the vision that clouded your minds faded away. Sunghoon stroked the pad of his thumb on your cheek, his eyes never moving from your face.

While you looked at him for a moment before trailing down to his sculpted chest, the toned bulging muscles made him see nearly ethereal. Your hand reached out to graze the muscles and Sunghoon didn’t say anything, merely allowing you to do what you pleased.

You admired him. It was like he was taken extra care of, given more attention to details to ensure perfection. Your fingers traced around his joints, feeling how his gaze never let up from you.

When he pushed your head back to him, he leaned and met you halfway. The plush of his lips caught you off guard but you easily melted into it. He cupped your jaw before snacking an arm over your back and carefully guiding you back on the bed.

The cold feel of fingertips grazing your bare back made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You gripped his shoulder tightly when he began slipping off your bra, you didn’t know when he managed to unclasp it but you helped him.

The garment slipping off made you break away from the kiss but Sunghoon chased after you, he placed soft pecks against any patch of skin he was near. After each peck, you whispered sweet nothing loud enough for you to hear, “You’re beautiful, so unbelievably stunning”

“You’re perfect” You screwed your eyes shut when you heard them, your hand impossibly gripped tighter unwilling to let him go

Sunghoon’s hand roamed over your back to your side before sliding down to your hips where he played with the fabric of your underwear.He rested his forehead on yours, both of your eyes closed shut as his breath fanned over your face. “May I?” He whispers making your heart shake

You carefully open your eyes to catch him already looking at you. You gulped down harshly, only able to nod your head in response. He smiled softly but shook his already sweaty forehead on yours, “I need words princess”

“Yes you can Sunghoon” You rushed the words in one breath, his smile grew in size and showcased his row of teeth and sharp teeth to looked like a vampire ready to sink his teeth

“Thank you” He hooked his fingers over the fabric and carefully peeled it off you while you wrapped your arms around his neck and kept yourself buried in his neck

Wet kisses rested on the side of your face and jaw to deviate the attention from what was happening. But Sunghoon pulled your arms away from him as he pulled himself back. You stared at him with confusion when he focused on properly taking your undergarment off.

Passing down to your ankle to dangle off before he slid it off completely, Your cheeks burned in embarrassment when you felt a cold breeze hit your glistening self. Sunghoon sucked in a breath watching the pure arousal.

“Is this for me? Leaking all this for me?” He asked but when he focused back on you he saw how you had your head buried in the pillows, “Hey it’s okay… Look at me”

You couldn’t face him but when a finger sleekly slid in between your folds, a moan ripped out of you while you buried your head dropper into the sheets. “Look at me” Sunghoon repeated his words, “Please”

You shivered at the thought of seeing Sunghoon, especially at this moment but you turned over to him to see the wet eyes he had while looking at you. Nearly hanging off the bed and the sight of his head in between your legs.

“There you go” He huffed out a smile before dragging his finger up to softly rub over your clit, you threw your head back when your body jerked at the touch, “No no be a good girl and look at me princess”

But when you didn’t listen he ripped his hand away and you whined in protest before blinking rapidly to look at him, “Look! Look! I’m looking please Hoon” you wailed which erupted an explosion in his chest

“Hoon? I think I can get used to that” He laughed before running a hand up and down the outside of your thigh, “Glad you listened” He hummed before returning to his original spot

He was agonizingly slow when running a single finger over your folds, spreading the wetness all around. “Sungh-“ You started but quickly gasped when he slipped in a finger

He hissed at the clench but slipped in another making you fist your sheet, crumbling underneath your body. His hot breath fanned over your cunt making your slightly jolt but strained a moan when his curled up his fingers and laid his tongue out and up your juices.

Attaching himself to your pussy was like a dream. Something he never wanted to part from and it drove him mad. His head felt lightheaded when all thoughts rationally fled from it to be filled by you. He turned his fingers around, slightly parting them to scissor you open.

His tongue gilded all over, burying his head deeper into you. He hummed loudly as he drank everything. that split out of you. “So sweet, the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. Probably the sweetest in the entire world” His praised went straight into your head as you carefully rut your hips against his face

“Hoon- Hoonie” You mewled when he plunged his fingers faster in and out of you

“Say my name princess” He grunted when he sucked on the bundle of nerves that made your body thrust

Sunghoon held your lower body with his upper one to keep you in place, sleek slender fingers adding a more desperation into you that needed to be quenched. He adjusted his add into a more comfortable position that made his fingers go impossibly deeper.

The lewd sound of your arousal spilling out and him drinking everything that he possibly could since he couldn’t have anything go to waste. Your body arched off your bed when Sunghoon managed to hit a spot in your gummy walls.

You could feel the smirk radiating off of him and against your cunt as he chuckled, “That’s the spot? Right there?” He asked while repeatedly hitting it

When you couldn’t respond with words and only moaned, a pride bloomed over his chest. “Talk to me” He stopped his movements making you wail

Your mind is too far gone to comprehend wording, your focus on rutting yourself with his fingers. Riding for any type of friction while you spewed nothing incoherent, “Yes right there- need you Hoonie. Please”

“I need to stretch you out. I don’t want to hurt you. You’re far too precious to be broken” He softly spoke while he dragged his fingers out only to plunge them back without a warning, “Let me take care of you”

You rapidly nod in response which made him gleam. Attaching his lips back to your folds, he nastily slurped the arousal that accumulated in the few seconds he pulled away. Embarrassed but too overtaken with a fog you rut your hips harder.

Sunghoon curled the two digit up feeling the gummy wall contracting around him. He smiled as he looked up through his eyelashes to watch the pleasure written over your face. It was a sight that burned in his mind, how your mouth fell slack as noises spilled from it because of him.

He rubbed his face deeper into your core, his nose hitting your clit while his fingers never let up and his tongue attempted to push into your hole. You squealed and pulled on his hair, “Hoon-Hoonie!” Your voice raised higher which each pulled and push into your body

“Let go” He murmured muffled by your pussy until your back arched off the bed, the loudest moan of the night ripping from your throat as you tug of the locks tangled in your fingers, “Such a good girl for me”

You loudly gasp when he continues his thrust of fingers but at a much slower pace. He drank as much as he possibly could, the lack of oxygen the least of his concern.

You tapped on his disheveled hair but he didn’t part from you. Sunghoon carefully rubbed the tingling nerves when he placed kisses all over your cunt. “Helping you out” He blabbed against the soaked walls but you could tell he lied through his teeth

He doesn’t know what took over him. His mind was too far gone to realize it comprehend his body begging for a proper respiration but he needed to continue.

It wasn’t until you physically ripped yourself away from him when he took a deep breath and dazed as he looked at you. His eyes were wet, ringing with tears and the lower half of his face covered in your release.

His sculpted chest rose and dropped with each huff, your body was lightly shaking but before either words could be uttered, Sunghoon crashed his mouth to yours. You yelped in the kiss but screwed your eyes shut and cupped his jaw while his hands roamed over your body.

Sunghoon grasped any piece of skin he could get his hands on and flushed his body back on top of yours. You cringed at the taste of you on his lips but he chuckled deeply, “Don’t you taste so good? I love it” He slurred between pecks

Your hands ran up to the back of his head and kept him in place. Your parted legs welcomed him in between with his hand running up and down your sides. The inner of his palms scratched due to the calluses but they were much softer than how you remember them to be.

The kiss was sloppy and messy, too far uncoordinated but too precious that made every action feel filled with a purpose. “I need you” You gasped and Sunghoon pulled away to stare in your eyes

You looked up to him to see the pleading pooling in his eyes, his bottom lip quivering as his breath shook. “Are you sure?” He carefully asked and you nodded your head, “But I need you to say it“

“I. Need. You. Sunghoon” You cut yourself after every word to emphasis the broken sentence

“You’ve always had me” He responded placing a kiss on your lips which contrasted any other one, much softer and gentle approach

The tangle of his hair loosened in your hold before slipping off to rub his neck. The tips of your fingers tingling when feeling the burning of his body, “You’re burning up” You pointed out as much as you could but he roughly shook his head as he moved down from side of your mouth to your cheek then jaw to finally your neck

“You give me fever” An exhilarating shock filled your body with his words, so truthful, so raw, “You drive me crazy”

You brush the fallen hair and tucked it away as much as you could to bring focus to his face, moles that you weren’t aware existed unless you were so close to see it showcased themselves to you.

Focusing on the weak points, you flipped over to have Sunghoon sprawled on your bed. He looked up at you in shock when you straddled his lap, smothering your arousal over his boxers covering his clear hard on, he moaned loudly.

“Don’t be a tease” He sucked his teeth but you smirked and pressed down harder while tangling your hand behind his head

“I won’t- I don’t have time for that” Sunghoon looked at you through squinted eyes when your fingertips traced the outline of his boxers, “Plus why would I even think about pulling nonsense with you”

“Because you’re a journalist- You live off of story” You laughed at the reprimanded comment, you bring his head leveled with yours with a raise of an eyebrow

“You sure have a snappy attitude under the tidy hockey player” This time he was the one to laugh out loud, you tilted your head in confusion but you yelped when you were flipped to your back again

Sunghoon hovering over you, his arms on each side of your head and his muscles stretching out the line of the clear dedication he put into his body.

“No. Welcome to actual me” Before you could even retaliate his words or even question them, he fiddles with his boxers and rips them off his body

You gulped harshly when you caught a glimpse of his length, clearly underestimating his size and he laughed, “You thought I was small. You’re breaking my heart”

When you looked up to him you were met with a crazed look in his eyes, a dark cloud forming in his mind that had one thought in mind. To ravish you.

“Sunghoon-“

“That’s not my name” He sternly told, gripping your chin to keep your eyes on him

You gulped down the lump forming in your throat, your voice shaky but it put a smile on his face, “Hoon?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” He chuckled before sucking his teeth and shaking his head, “Not that one though”

“Hoonie” You told and he smiled widely showing off his teeth, the sharp ones peeking out, he leaned down to your bare skin and you shivered

His teeth crazed over the unblemished skin but he screwed his eyes tight and huffed. He grabbed his length and dragged it over your soapy folds, he let out a shudder when the wetness met with him. He immediately crumbled as you clawed at his shoulders when aligned his tip at your entrance.

You could feel the stretch slightly protruding until it broke through. “Hoonie” You mewled his name as he slowly pushed himself in

“Fuck princess you’re so good- Absolutely the best” Sunghoon felt dizzy, the wet warm confidment engulfing him worked wonders in his foggy mind

Each inch that he gave you, you took without fail. “Shhh it’s okay. I’m right here. I got you” He rubbed your hips as the single handed most harmonic sounds ripped from you as you adjust to the stretch of your wall to accommodate him

You pushed your head right into his neck, your arms hooking under his to keep him close. “You’re doing amazing” His reassurance bloomed into your chest and with a weaken shake of your head, his heart fluttered

“Are you sure?” He tiptoed as if he wasn’t already inside of you

You shot him a glare that you knew he could feel and weakly laughed, “Whatever you want”

He pulled back his hips before pushing back in and he was gone, easily getting lost in the sense of you engulfing him whole. His pace slow and calculated to your pleasure, he didn’t pull away just enough to leave you empty but enough to make sure you knew he was gone.

With each thrust, you could feel the pure rawness of Sunghoon being opened to you. You knew he was trying to remain his composure, the strained noise from his closed mouth directly to your ear. While you didn’t hold back, you let any sound slip past your mouth into his ear followed with the drag of your nails down his shoulder blades and back.

His tip poked around the gummy walls, filling the hollowness that you swore you could feel him poking your g-spot that had made you cling to him harder. His hand at your sides squeezed tightly, “You’re a good girl. So fucking good to me”

You blabbed incoherency but he swore that under your breath you muttered just for you. He’s unsure if it was mind playing tricks on him but he ran with that buried in his mind.

Sunghoon focused on keeping his thrust slow and ryhtmic. Even though you tried to meet with his thrust halfway, he only pushed your body further down on the mattress to keep you in place.

Your mind was running blank, the care of professionals far long that you couldn’t even see where you left it. “Hoon- Sunghoon!” You cradled him to show the desperation you had

But he could see it, already feeling it wrapping around him. His mind was being rewired—so focused on burning this feeling in his mind with a lingering thought this couldn’t be it. He wouldn’t allow it.

“Let me hear you princess. Let me know who is making you feel like this” The tips of his fingers pushed into the flesh of your skin as he kept pushing himself in and out of your, “Don’t keep quiet please- Let me know” The tome of his voice growing higher with each word

Tangling one of your hands into the fluff of his hair, resting your face on his head, closing your eyes and biting your lip to stop more sounds from falling out.

The hand on your side loosened and managed to slip through the tanglement of your sweaty bodies to your clit, you gasped loudly and tugged harshly on his hair. “It was calling for me. I couldn’t ignore you”

His offering words flipped something in you, it was unsure what did but your concealed mouth and through the obscene sounds, you managed to mutter the words Sunghoon wanted to hear. “So good Hoonie”

“So good for me”

Instead of keeping his pace, he groaned when you whispered it into his ear, with one thrust, Sunghoon flipped. No longer the careful and slow ones, it was now sloppy and face. The air got knocked out of you trying to get used to the new pace.

Your body jolts into your bedding more with the thrust, your arms shaking off his body to lay at your sides and grip the sheets into your fist. Your head turned to the side when you felt him pull from your body but his thrust let up.

“Just a little more- Take it for me princess” He rubbed harder on the bundle of nerves as he rammed into your soaked self

“Can I come inside? Please. Please” He weakly pleaded as he stared at your moving body, while you may not have been facing him, you must be thinking about it when you’re moaning like that

Sunghoon pistons himself out of you, his skin meeting your skin to mix with the sounds already bouncing off your walls. He thought this was heaven but when you clamped around him, the hole contracted around him. He knew it was better than heaven.

And he would be willing to give up anything to keep you.

“Yes. Yes. Please” You slurred through the noises, your tits bouncing with each thrust that entranced him, he couldn’t look away from you even if he wanted to

You clawed at your bed to stabilize just how harsh he was going. Your mind melted to mush, “Going to fill you up just of me”

“I need you to know that you will always have me. Carrying me inside of you” He huffs while the thrust grew sloppy and messy, “I am always with you princess”

Instead of being such possessive wording, it felt warmer and genuine. The glittered erupted in your stomach but the thought washed always when he harshly rubbed down on the bundle of nerves and spurted his hips one last time.

Your back arched off the bed and a moan ripped out of you but Sunghoon only slowed down his movements as you came over him, “Hoonie- Too much” You tried to wither but he pressed down on both side of your hips to continue his relentless plunges

“Just a little more, take it for me princess. Doing so good for me. be a good girl” He blabbed in one breath as he tried to ignore the tightness around his length

You buried your head deeper to the side and screwed your eyes shut as mewls and wails slipped past your quivering lip. Your crumbled sheets flipped and wrinkled under your moving bodies. Sunghoon kept your hips in place for his thrust until they came to a hilt and a moan mixed with a whine ripped from his chest past his throat when you felt a twitch inside of you.

“Hoonie” You weakly called out to him, he hummed softly but he rocked his hips in slow manners making you whine but him softly smile as the velvet walls were painted of him

“Take it for me” You were unable to respond due to heavily panting, trying to regulate your breath but it got caught in your throat when a finger hooked under your jaw and turned your head

You weakly opened your eyes to see Sunghoon’s glistening from the moonlight shining through the window, the sparkling eyes that looked like they held the universe in them stared at you. “Sunghoon” You called out his name

The way it rolled off your tongue made his heart hammer and a blush warm his cheeks. He squished his lips together and his cheeks rose as he wiped away any sweat from your face. His eyes softened at your state and creased your cheek, he leaned down and captured your mouth with his.

He hummed softly as he held you close. Your arms wrapped around his neck when his arms hooked under your body to pull you close, he didn’t pull out with the thought of keeping himself as close to you as possible and you didn’t say anything.

$$$

The sunlight blared into the room making your face scrunch. You jerked slightly and groggily opened your eyes. The window was slightly ajared as a gust of wind washed in and moved your curtains.

A soreness coursed through your body and you sighed heavily as you tried to straighten out of your state. You peered over to your shoulder and saw the dipped empty space where Sunghoon once laid.

You tried to rack your brain of what happened after it all but it was blurred to the point you remember the last peck he gave to your forehead as he murmured something that you couldn’t pick up before you fell asleep.

Pushing yourself up on your arms you winced softly, the sheets falling off your body only to see a shirt bigger than yours draped over you. Your brows crease in the middle but you jump when your bedroom door opens and in walked Sunghoon holding a tray of water, some cut up fruits and steaming wet towels

He stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed you awake, “What are you doing?”

“I-I” He stuttered over his words, not really sure what to say but when you let out a giggle, the initial worry washed away, “For when you woke up” He softly said while walking over to you with the tray at hand

You speech yourself up on your headboard and see him shirtless with only his pants hanging off his hips, “Couldn’t put a shirt on?” You ask when he sits on the edge of the bed and placed the tray on his lap

He points to the respective things on the tray until you nod your head at the water and quickly hands it to you. “You’re wearing it”

You look down to the material and realize it was in fact true. “Do you want it back?” You pick at the shirt but he stops you and shakes his head

“No actually keep it. I like how it looks on you way better than it will ever look on me” He smiled softly before rubbing his nape, a shy smile casting over his face,“Was I-I uh too rough last night? I’m sorry… I’ll tone it down next time”

You extend your free hand to crease his head, the fluff of his bed hair sticking all over the place. He met your gaze to the glowing hue of the sunlight casting a shadow over you while you looked at him. He shook your head down to his cheek and nestled into your palm.

But when you open your mouth to respond but unintentionally he cuts you off. Sunghoon softly muttered through a soft pout of his lips but clear enough to hear from a mile away, “You’re glowing princess”

Your mouth tugged upwards softly, such a picture perfectly painted in the eyes of everyone else, now laid destroyed and ruined in front of you.

$$$

When you stepped into the office, you didn’t expect it to be buzzing so early in the morning. Everyone stood in front of any screen they could get their hands on. You furrowed your brows trying to recall if there was something supposed to be happening.

You quickly put down the new prada bag Sunghoon bought you after seeing you eye it for a second longer than the rest and walked over to where everyone was.

When you made it to the crowd everyone froze and stared at you with. You were going to ask what happened but you stopped when Sunghoon’s face came into frame.

He wore a black sleek suit with hair parted neatly, not a smile in sight as he bows to the reporters. The flashing lights going off from the cameras made you feel bad for his eyes constantly going through that. But the worry washed away when he was handed a mic.

An unease erupted in your stomach, the palpitations of your heart made you feel lightheaded and adrenaline high for an unknown reason.

“Thank you everyone for coming on such short notice” Sunghoon cleared his throat, the mic faintly picking it up as he straightened out his posture

“I want to say I am grateful for everything that has led me to this point of my life. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without the help of those close and charitable to me”

“Without them I wouldn’t be here today and sometimes I think if it was for the worse or the better”

“I’ve thought about this thoroughly and so from this day onward… I am declaring my resignation from the team and officially announcing my retirement from the public eye”

“This was Park Sunghoon” He bows at a perfectly 90 degree angle to the clamoring reporters physically there and rushed flashing camera lights captured the moment better than you could’ve

Through the confined space, the people around you gasped loudly as they looked at each other before ultimately looking back at you who stood frozen staring at the screen.

Your boss whom you hadn’t seen harshly grabbed your arm, digging her fingers into your skin while giving a shaky glare. “Fix this” She grits through her teeth

You didn’t respond and pulled your arm away as your body moved on its own. Heavy steps after another as you attempt to rush back to your cubicle and hastily fish out your phone.

It was hard to get a grasp through slippery hands but your mind was reeling and you felt like you were going to crumble and have the world swallow you whole. Even with your attempts to even out your breathing, you couldn’t breathe..

What is he thinking?! There’s no way that he is doing this, not when you were so close.

But the faint call of your name caused you to snap harsher than you meant, you saw your friend who stares with shocked eyes and you huffed loudly and rubbed your creased forehead, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to snap. Right now just isn’t the best time”

“I know but I just wanted to tell you not to worry so much about this”

The choice of words but your brows knit even deeper with confusion, there was no way she didn’t realize the grand scale of what is happening and what this entails for your career. “What are you talking about?”

“You haven’t heard?” The grip on your phone loosened when she relayed the sudden break of rumor circling around the internet right when Sunghoon declared his retirement just a few moments ago—The silence of months finally shouting and slapping you directly in the face

“Rumor has it Lee Heeseung is back”

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[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙖𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙨! ♡︎

characters: sub!big men x gn!dom!reader

warnings: cock/strap/dick traditions, boob fucking, cumming on face, body, feminization, size difference, mentions of pregnancy, dumbification, lactation, feminine language used for the characters (princess, womb, maiden etc so pls tread with caution if that ain’t ur thing), read with optional bias character in mind

notes: nobu finally posting smt??????? nobu actually writing for once???????????? also this is just my obsession with boobs talking. dividers from cafekitsune. manga color tint by me

big men! with big chests that gets mistaken or joked of it being boobs by close friends and colleagues, who had gotten used to it. who at first used to get all blushy blushy but nowadays just shrugs it off with a disgruntled huff of “knock it off”

big men! who didn’t really see much problem when you started to favor their chest more, eventually opting to use them as a pillow rather than use your actual pillow since it gives them the advantage of falling asleep with you on top of them and they got to cuddle with you all night. a win-win situation in his book, as he could be quite clingy when behind closed doors. who laughs sometimes at the silliness of you smothering your face in between his chests, finding your obsession with his pecs to be endearing

big men! who didn’t realize how sensitive their chest could be until you decide to show it to them. squeezing, fondling the large muscles, tweaking his cute nipples occasionally and making him jolt in place with a cute blush covering his ears and cheeks. so adorable, like a meager bunny when he was nearly twice your size and could probably crush a grown man’s skull in with their hand

big men! who get so worked up over the dirty words you whisper when you pinch his hardened nipples, your words of “i could make your chest lactate”, “your boobs feel so heavy, darling”, “such a nice big tits you have” making him whine in the back of his throat, shaking his head as he shakily denies that “t-they’re not b-boobs… y-you nngh know that…”

big men! who gets manhandled by your smaller frame to lay on their backs, a cute surprised “eengk!” escaping his swollen lips as he looks up at you, pushing his tight shirt up until they’re resting over his chest, showing the big muscles you love so much. who cutely whine and wriggle in place under you as your fingers bully his hardened buds, pinching at the cute pinks, tugging on them before letting go, a noise of awe leaving your lips at the way his chest fucking jiggles while your bf could only jolt with words of “c-cruel… you’re so cruel to me. pu-unhh puppYAGH!”

big men! who get fucked stupid, brain churning into a mush by only having his nipples played with. pinched, tugged, even bitten till your fangs and teeth leaves a round mark closed around his areola that he slurs is too deep, acting like he is getting his tight hole spread open and fucked by your cock. whose face is so cutely flushed, eyes dazed over as he breathes heavily of “wan’ moowr.. ungh h-haah… annh♡︎ m-more please? touch me.. to-ouch me moore”

big men! who act like a sweet virgin who never got himself fucked by you when you kick off your pants, hardened cock already springing out and slapping against his cute boobs. who stare at your oozing tip with gaping mouth, letting out stuttered questions of “w-what… whaddaya doin’? h-hunny, noouw… no, don’t—♡︎!” before squealing when you squeeze his chest together, rutting your strap in between them

big men! who act like they have never seen your cock, never tasted it or even deep throated it before, acting like he never once took your dildo into his pretty hole until his legs shook as you fuck his boobs, moaning loudly like the cute bunny he is. who opens his mouth, jaw shaking as fat tears collect in his big doe eyes, messily sucking the tip, getting drunk on the taste of your pre already when you politely ask him to suck you off

big men! whose hands shakily grasp your ass, unintentionally helping you fuck their tits even more, pushing your strap even deeper inside his mouth as if he wanted you to just let go of their boobs and just fuck their throat instead. who lets out a cute confused noise, mouth full of your cock, batting his lashes up at you like the pretty little thing he is when you move his trembling hands to hold his boobs together instead of your ass. who tries to speak words of not knowing how to do it, still mouthful, as you give a tug to his cute bitten nipple, making him squeak

big men! who meagerly tries to fuck your cock in between his mounds, choking on your tip when you tilt his head down just enough so he could also suck you off, acting as if you just shoved your entire strap down his throat and was keeping it there, snuggly shutting him up. a whiny bf whose tears finally fall when you cum into his hot mouth, dropping of your cock when you came as if he was never drunk on the taste of your seeds before, letting some of it shoot over his face and hair instead. a hunky beast of a man, sniffling like a baby when he notices the mess you made of him, who dares to give you a half assed glare as if you forced him to make a mess

big men! who gets addicted to boob fucking after that one time thing, constantly thinking back on the feeling of squishing his own chest together to fuck your dick for you. whose hands finds themselves wandering to his pecs more often, pushing them together and moving them in soft round circles as if you would suddenly appear and fill the empty space between his boobs. who finds himself messing with his nipples over the tight fit of his shirt, finding himself to be perverted as he gets turned on by just fondling with his chest

big men! who, unable to keep teasing themselves anymore, start to touch themselves when you’re away on work or whatever. more specifically, their chests. rutting his clothed, hardened cock against a pillow that is squished between his thighs, tweaking at his nipples and tugging on them — just like how you do it — before letting go with a whimper. it hurt, but it also felt so good, he could feel his precum already wetting his boxers

big men! who finds out that his constant arousal by his nipples was a bad idea, as now every time he wears a tight shirt or compression vest, his nipples are rubbed and he finds himself getting horny. who, in desperation, decides to tenderly tape the cute pink nubs with a band aid, pouting to himself about how you were slowly but surely turning him into a perv

big men! who now finds it much easier to use his boobs to fuck you, quick to drop down to their knees in front of your clothed crotch, kissing the hidden thighs and inhaling at your natural scent with a love stricken look in their eyes. a cute, desperate bf who kisses your strap, rubbing you with his hands to try and get you hard as quick as possible. who hook their shirt over their chest, intentionally pushing his boobs together with his hands on his knees, creating the effect of round shaped breasts

big men! who impatiently watches until your cock is free, taking it into his mouth the moment you slide down your undergarments, suckling at the head just like how you enjoy it. who push you down to sit, so he could climb onto your lap, pushing his chest together so he could fuck your strap with his boobs, determined that now he had learned a good technique to make you feel good. who is quick to take the head of your dildo into his mouth, swiping the gathered pre with a pleased hum, looking up at your through his thick lashes with a drunken giggle before pulling away to spit on your hard on

big men! who drunkenly take the head of your strap into their hot mouth, suckling away at the delicious precum, unafraid to slobber all over your cock and his chest as he slowly moves the big muscles in a circular motion. who giggles in delight at your words of praise and groans, the tip of your cock that is still in his mouth vibrating with his drunk laughter. beefy bf who eagerly lap away at your cock head, slurping at the mess he made of his own drool and your precum before taking it back into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks for you. only for you♡︎

big men! who pulls away again when you cum, watching with a cute mix of fascination and lewd anticipation as your hot cum shoots all over his jaws and chest, painting his skin in white. massaging your balls and stroking you through it all, opening his mouth slack as he stares up at you with hazed eyes, letting the last few drops shoot into his awaiting tongue, licking at his full lips with a pleasured hum. the salty, slightly sweet taste, a familiar one that he had gotten drunk on within the first round

big men! who straddle your lap, rubbing your wet strap on the round curve of his ass with a giddy giggle, feeling how the slippery wet tip doesn’t enter his tight hole without helping hands. finally, grasping at your dick with his hand, giving it a few strokes before pressing the tip against his entrance. your sweet bf who decide to be bold, sinking down onto your cock with one swift movement, a choked sob getting stuck in his throat at the sudden feeling of being “f-fughkk♥︎ a-aah haah mnngh♡︎ shooo fu-ull.. gut’s so ffuul of m-my [name]♥︎”

big men! who ride your dick all night, even as his muscles strain and his brain gets fucked into a stupid mush, slurring words of love and lust, saying all sorts of lewd things through his cum and drool covered pink lips as the kissable looking pair of muscles turn into a cute drunken smile. beefy big bf whose tits bounce all the while, their cute jiggles every time they sink down into your dick hypnotizing you to only focus on them. an adorable squeal escaping him as you tear away the band aids from his nipples, the stimulated nubs all hard and blush red as they greet you

big men! who squeeze their breast, forefinger and thumb squeezing around his nipple, as he grins at you with blown wide heart shaped eyes. “a-ain’t they cute…? dontcha wanna suck-unghk suck on them?” he asks, squishing his mound softly with a near delirious grin on his face. “come owwnn, don’t my [name] wanna taste my milk♡︎?”

big men! who lets out a pleased wet sob when you do give in, suckling, biting, squeezing at his jiggling boobs as he starts to bounce on your cock with a more fervent pace. who cries out at it being painful when you leave another teeth mark around his nub, one of his hands placed over his chest like one of the scared damsels in paintings. who slur out words of not being a damsel, of being a maiden, shaking his head as if he actually understood anything

big men! who gets their wombs filled with your cum for nth time that night, feeling his stomach start to bloat at the sheer amount he greedily took into his eager hole. fucked dumb bf who shakes his head at your words of getting off, refusing to lose the warmth in his stretched hole and filled stomach. who only notices when you pointed out, that his nipple was leaking, lactating a delicious white milk that dribbled down to his cum covered tummy. another drunk giggle follows, as he gets close to your ear to whisper a filthy slurred “now that i’m p-pregnant, my [name] better take responsibility♥︎”, having completely forgotten that he can’t get pregnant. but oh well, your beefy bf who is so adorable as he giddily speaks of carrying your young, rubbing at his belly with hearts swirling in his eyes, to the point you can’t bring yourself to correct him. only going slack on the couch with your sweet princess still on your lap

⇨ JOTUN LOKI, jiyan, diluc, alhaitham, CAPITANO, zhongli/rex lapis form, itto, wriothesley, JUNG YUAN, YINGXING, argenti, GALLAGHER, gepard, yhan, yuanwu, GLORFINDEL, maedhros, elu thingol, finarfin, FINROD, logan, thor, DIAVOLO, beelzebub, anubis (ennead), gyomei, YORIICHI, messmer the impaler + whoever you like!

[itzpookiepooh]

how would the lads boys react if mc woke them up after a looong night ( wink wink ) and asked them if they still love her! i really want to see this scenario happen with xavier

Y’all want me to write smut so bad omg *jk*

Do You Still Love Me?

Sylus was out of there, one arm under his head and the other around you. Three rounds and he was exhausted however, here you were wide awake staring at the high ceiling. Your mind wandered, why? Who knows. Something was bugging you and you didn’t want to wake him up but you were so bothered.

So you shook him interrupting his snoring.

“Sylus? Do you still love me?” You asked him as he looked at you a bit discombobulated at that.

“Do I? Wait…” He closes his eyes trying to adjust. He breathes through his nose before opening his eyes again.

“Why did you ask me that?” He questioned his voice deep and raspy as you look at him sadly.

“Because I’ve been up thinking about it.” He chuckled tiredly as his thumb caressed your arm.

“That mind of yours runs wild even at the dead of night.” He sucks in air before sighing, “I love you in every life I’m given. That won’t change.” He reassured you making your worried features soften.

You snuggle into him before he immediately falls back to sleep. Snoring like the dragon he is.

Caleb was laid out, understand? He was hard to wake up unless you left the bed. His grip on you was deadly. You were thinking did he actually love you? You guys were on different levels of life so why should he?

“Caleb? Do you love me?” You mumbled quietly but if it’s your voice he has the ears of a hound. He perks up looking at you with slightly cocked eyes.

“Of course I do. I’ve loved you all my life.” He muttered softly his voice filled with exhaustion. He holds you close kissing your temple.

“Really?” You mumbled quietly making him nod. “Yes. Always.” He trailed off before going back to bed.

His answer was good enough for you to get a good nights rest.

Poor Zayne was put into a comatose state. On top of having a long stressful day and having you he was done for the night. He was sound asleep before you woke him with your late night thoughts.

“Zayne do you still love me?” This made him blink awake slowly. He still found time to reassure you no matter how tired he was.

“Feelings like mine don’t change over night.” He says closing his eyes once more.

“Really? Not even if I’m annoying?” He side eyes you tiredly.

“You’re never annoying to me. Now rest it’s good to get at least 8 hours of sleep. In our case 6 is just as good.” He kisses you softly and slowly nearly moaning in your mouth before breaking away.

He would show you how much he loved you more if he didn’t have work in the morning.

Xavier was laid out flat damn near taking up the whole bed. You were stuck in thought. What if he only wanted to sleep with you? What if he secretly hated you and just didn’t show it? You were pulling at straws for at least 20 minutes.

“Xay. Xavier? Do you love me.” His head wobbles as he tries to lift it from your shoulder. He looks around like he doesn’t know where he is before his slightly red eyes fall onto you.

“Of course I do where did this come from?” He questioned you as he pulls you into his chest.

“I don’t know…” You trail off making him hum as he kisses your temple.

“I’ve loved you for a very long time and I’ll continue to do so.” He answers before immediately falling back to sleep on top of your head.

You smiled softly before snuggling into him.

Rafayel looked like a peanuts character with the way he was sleeping. He was insatiable tonight and even though he told you he loved you throughout the night it still didn’t satiate the voices telling you he didn’t.

“Raf? Do you still love me?” You pouted as your forearms were crossed on his chest.

“Duh! What made you ask me that?” He asked as groggy as ever almost making you laugh.

“I dunno…just thinking.” You shrug making him pluck your forehead.

“Well stop doing that. If I didn’t I’d treat you how I treat those old people at the art expos.” He explained his voice casually trailing off into sleep. You shake your head before kissing his clammy cheek.

You snuggle in, to which he involuntarily squeezes you into him, and fall asleep.

I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t add reaction pics

[mooningningg]

Extra Credit - Megumi F. (4)

about. you're flunking all your subjects. He’s a virgin. So you strike a deal—he tutors you academically to win a girl he has a crush on, and you tutor him in sex, simple.

parts. chapter 03, chapter 05

pairings. nerd!megumi x popular girl!reader

words. 17.38k

content. virgin!megumi + experienced!reader, Explicit sexual content – blow job, making out, handjob, unprotectd sex, creampie, semi-public tension, teasing, dirty talk, reader guiding Megumi through his first sexual experience. Power dynamics. Smug, experienced reader. Slight humiliation kink if you squint. Megumi is flushed and wrecked and learning. This is a part of an ongoing tutoring-for-sexual-experience fic. Reader is not kind. She is hot and she knows it. ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP I DON'T WANT NO SMOKE OR SOMEONE BEING A HATER IN MY COMMENTS.

notes. I've been soooooo excited to post this, and before anyone asks questions I spent the whole night writing this, I just got so carried away... I hope ya'll enjoy it!

Megumi didn’t know how liking something was supposed to feel, not really.

He knew how to tolerate. How to endure. He’d been taught early that silence was safer than feeling, and that logic—clean, rational, detached—was the only way to survive in a world that wanted too much.

But you— you were anything but rational. He wasn’t unfamiliar with the word—people threw it around all the time. Liking a person. Liking a subject. Liking a song, a movie, a pair of shoes.

But liking you? It didn’t feel simple. Or light. It felt… tense. Electric. Like holding a live wire between his teeth and pretending he wasn’t getting burned.

You were sitting across from him again, legs curled up on the chair like you owned every inch of this space. Like his house was just another set piece in the drama that was your life.

And yeah—you were trying now. Actually reading the material, taking notes with your pen twirling dramatically between your fingers, reciting things back with that same smug bite in your voice. But it wasn’t fake this time. You were showing up. You were trying.

Still, you couldn’t get through a paragraph without insulting someone. Or him.

“Okay, but who names their kid ‘Tokugawa’? It sounds like a bad cough drop.”

Megumi didn’t look up from his textbook. “It’s a family name.”

“Well, their whole family needs lozenges.”

He sighed. “You’re lucky I’m being paid in patience.”

You rolled your eyes. “No one’s paying you, loser.”

He muttered, “Exactly.” But he didn’t snap at you the way he used to. Not anymore.

Because somewhere between the failed midterm and your unexpected essay redemption, something shifted. You started turning pages with less sighing. Started showing up with scribbled notes and highlighted sentences. Still late. Still dramatic. Still wearing lip gloss like it was armor. But different.

You were still a brat. Still loud. Still mean, sometimes.

But you were honest. Everything that came out of your mouth, whether it was dumb, crass, or painfully sharp—it was real.

And he found himself wanting to hear more of it. All of it.

You were so fucking pretty it made his head hurt. But it wasn’t the kind of pretty people wrote poems about. It was the kind that interrupted his thoughts mid-sentence. That dragged his eyes across the curve of your smile or the annoyed flick of your wrist. That made him forget what year the Meiji Restoration happened. (1868. He remembered, eventually.)

It wasn't just the gloss on your lips or the ridiculous skirts you wore to tutoring like this was some social call. It was the way your voice pitched higher when you were actually confused, when you really wanted to understand something and didn’t know how to ask without sounding vulnerable.

Like now.

You squinted at the textbook. “Okay, this is phrased so dumb. What does ‘centralization of feudal power’ even mean? Why not just say ‘a bunch of dudes fighting to be king’? They’re so obsessed with sounding smart.”

Megumi rested his chin in his hand, watching you frown at the page like it personally offended you.

“It means uniting all the regional lords under a single authority,” he explained, calm. “It was a turning point. Less infighting, more nation-building.”

You blinked. “Could’ve just said that.”

He shrugged. “Some people enjoy full sentences.”

You stuck your tongue out, then scribbled something into your notes. “You’re lucky I’m actually writing this down.”

He didn’t respond. Just watched you.

Watched the furrow between your brows when you were focused. The gloss smudged slightly on your bottom lip. The faint ink stains on your fingers from dragging your hand over your writing. You weren’t trying to impress anyone here. Not anymore.

You weren’t posturing. You weren’t performing.

You were just… you.

And Megumi— Megumi was starting to realize he wanted to see more of that version. The one you didn’t show anyone else.

Even if you called him names. Even if you rolled your eyes every time he corrected you. Even if you would never admit how hard you were trying now. He reached for his water bottle, trying to cool the heat in his chest.

You glanced up at him suddenly. “What?”

He blinked. “What?”

“You’re staring.”

He looked away. “You’re imagining things.”

You snorted. “Ugh. You’re so annoying when you lie.”

“And you’re unbearable when you’re right.” You grinned at what he said. He didn’t.

But he did allow himself to look at you one more time—quietly, briefly—before flipping the page in the book and beginning the next topic. If this was what liking someone felt like—this quiet ache, this constant hum of attention, this need to understand every version of you—then maybe he could live with it. Even if he never said it out loud.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Megumi kept telling himself that—again and again like some mantra meant to ground him. Like it would rewind time, make things easier. Simpler.

You weren’t supposed to matter this much.

You were chaos. Noise. All sharp edges and unapologetic confidence, pulling attention like gravity. You cursed too much, you interrupted his explanations just to roll your eyes, and you refused—refused—to let anyone think you cared.

But you did.

He could see it now, sitting across from you as you hunched over a half-written sentence, mumbling to yourself about power structures like it wasn’t already a miracle you’d even remembered the term.

You cared so fucking much you didn’t know what to do with it.

And Megumi… didn’t either.

Because for the longest time, he thought someone like Miwa was what he wanted. She was kind. Polite. Smart. She smiled without hiding anything behind it. She was gentle in all the ways life never let him be. And she didn’t make him feel like he was unraveling every time she laughed.

Miwa was soft. Safe.

Everything that should’ve been good for him.

But she never looked at him like you did. Never challenged him. Never cut him open with a single glance and then left him there bleeding, only to stitch him up again with some bratty little smirk and a flick of your hair. You were a storm. And for some reason, his whole body leaned toward it. He glanced up again, stealing a look at you without meaning to.

You were chewing your pen now, eyes narrowed at your notes, one leg bouncing restlessly. You looked frustrated and stubborn and real. Your nails were painted, your lashes curled, and yet there was ink smeared on the edge of your palm from where you’d been writing too fast.

You weren’t perfect, but fuck, you were trying. And somehow that made you more dangerous than Miwa ever could’ve been. Because this version of you—this girl scribbling down answers like she had something to prove—this was the version that had cracked something in him open. This was the version he wanted to see again. And again. And again. He didn’t know what to do with that.

He’d spent so long keeping people at arm’s length, never letting anyone get close enough to see more than the surface. But you… you bulldozed past all of it without asking. You made him feel seen, even when he didn’t want to be. Even when it scared the hell out of him. You weren’t good for him, but somehow, you felt right. His chest tightened.

He didn’t know how to let someone in. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do with this version of you—the one who was trying, who looked up at him after answering a question like she needed him to say she’d done okay. Who still called him names but now lingered a little longer after sessions ended. He didn’t want to be this close to someone, but he already was.

And when you glanced up at him again, cocking your head and muttering, “Okay, don’t give me that face, Fushiguro. I’m not dumb, I’m just tired,”—he didn’t even bother pretending not to stare.

Because you were right. You weren’t dumb. You were just tired. Tired of being underestimated. Tired of pretending you didn’t care. Tired of being afraid of how real this could get.

And maybe… he was tired too, tired of lying to himself, because whatever this was—whatever you two were becoming—it wasn’t supposed to happen. But it did, and now Megumi didn’t know how to go back.

The halls were quieter than usual—just the low echo of shoes scuffing tile, the faint buzz of fluorescent lights, and Nobara’s voice weaving effortlessly through the silence.

“Okay, but I swear to god, if they put streamers on the ceiling again, I’m not going,” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she leaned casually against the lockers beside you. “Like, we’re not in middle school. What is this, Pinterest-core depression?”

You snorted—barely. A weak smile flickered across your face, just for a second. “You’re still going?”

“Hell yeah, I am,” she grinned. “If I’m gonna suffer through a school dance, I’m at least gonna do it in heels and with free punch. And I heard they booked that DJ—the hot one.”

You blinked, distracted. “There’s a hot DJ?”

Nobara rolled her eyes. “You are so out of it.”

You shrugged. Adjusted your bracelet. Looked down the hall even though you knew who wasn’t there. “I’m not planning on going.”

She paused. “Why not?”

“I just…” You trailed off. “Doesn’t feel like my thing.”

Nobara looked at you for a second. You didn’t meet her eyes.

There was a stretch of silence, the kind only a close friend knows how to sit through without forcing you to fill. You kicked lightly at the base of your locker.

“I used to love that shit, didn’t I?” you said suddenly, voice dry. “Dances. Crowds. People staring. Picking the best dress just to make some insecure girl cry.”

“You did,” Nobara agreed with a small smile. “You were terrifying.”

You smirked, then it faded. “It doesn’t feel the same anymore.”

And she didn’t have to ask why.

Because Megumi was in your head again.

No, he was under it—rooted deep in the places you didn’t want anyone to touch. The places you’d spent years fortifying with fake smiles and sharp words and a reputation built so high no one dared climb it.

And he was climbing it anyway.

You could feel it—the weight of it all. The way he looked at you now, like he saw every version of you and didn’t flinch. The way you remembered his voice when he explained concepts to you like you were worth explaining things to. The way his hand felt when it grazed your back. The way he kissed you like he needed to remember it later.

God, you were falling. Fast. Hard. But was that good for him?

Megumi was steady. Quiet. Good in the kind of way that didn’t need to be loud to matter. He gave a shit. He noticed things. He didn’t just listen—he understood.

And you? You were sharp and petty and glittering at the edges. Built on lies and control and showstopping exits. Your whole world was curated to be untouchable, and still you let him close. Still, he got in. And now you didn’t know how to protect him from it.

From you.

You leaned back against the lockers, head tilting until it thudded against the metal.

“I don’t like Megumi,” you said suddenly.

Nobara didn’t reply. Not immediately. She just raised an eyebrow.

You added, louder, sharper, “I will never like Megumi.”

The silence afterward burned. And she didn’t argue. Didn’t call you out. Didn’t throw your words back in your face. She just tilted her head and stared at you for a long second, then said, soft and slow:

“You’re self-destructing again.”

You didn’t answer. Because what could you say? She was right. You crossed your arms tighter, like you could fold yourself in enough to stop the ache. Because you weren’t supposed to like someone like him. You weren’t supposed to want good things. You deserved Noritoshi. Men who used pretty girls as arm candy and talked circles around your feelings until you thought you were the problem. Men who didn’t care too much.

Because caring too much meant someone could leave. And Megumi? He’d never leave in pieces. He’d just leave quiet. Fully. For good. So you lied, and Nobara saw right through it, but she didn’t say a word. She just slid down to sit beside you on the floor, shoulder brushing yours, and let the silence speak for both of you.

The silence stretched for a moment longer. You stayed slumped beside Nobara against the lockers, feeling your ribcage squeeze with every inhale like your body was rejecting the truth you just spewed. But your eyes were dry now. Done sulking. Done wallowing in the hollow space between denial and regret.

You shifted, exhaled, then suddenly slapped your palm against her thigh.

“I need your help, bitch.”

Nobara blinked. “The fuck?”

You turned to her with that too-sweet, too-fake smile—the one that meant trouble. “No, I’m serious. I need your help. I’m on a mission.”

“Okay?” she said slowly, suspicious. “What mission? Did you finally realize you’re in love with Megumi and you wanna go confess on the school roof?”

You rolled your eyes so hard it nearly gave you a headache. “Ew, no. Gross. Barf. Never.”

“Uh-huh.”

You ignored her smug little grin and sat up straighter, crossing your legs like you were about to give a fucking TED Talk.

“I want to help him.”

Nobara stared. “…Help who?”

“Megumi, dumbass.”

She blinked. “Didn’t you already help him? You know, with the whole unvirginizing him thing?”

You snorted. “Oh my god, shut up. That wasn’t—I mean, okay, yes, I helped him with the sex thing. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“I didn’t say thank you.”

“Whatever, you should. I performed a civic duty.”

Nobara was biting her knuckle to hold back a laugh. “So what now? You’re launching a full-blown Megumi makeover arc?”

You clapped your hands once, sharp. “Exactly.”

“You’re serious.”

You grabbed her arm. “Look at me. Dead serious. We—I—need to fix the situation.”

“And what exactly is the situation, princess?”

You stood, pacing a little now like this was a war room briefing. “Megumi dresses like a damn divorced math professor who lost custody of his kids. I’m talking black-on-black, sad hoodie, never met a comb, wouldn’t know swagger if it slapped him.”

“He’s always been like that.”

“Exactly. And it’s criminal. Have you seen that body?!” you shouted, arms flailing. “Like, holy fuck, he’s hiding all of that under a zip-up and shame.”

Nobara wheezed.

“I’m telling you,” you said, pointing at her. “We need to fix his wardrobe. Change his hair. Show him what looking good actually feels like. Because Megumi Fushiguro being that hot in secret? That’s a sin.”

“Maybe he doesn’t care about that stuff,” Nobara offered, still smiling. “Not everyone wants to be a runway reject.”

“Well, he should,” you snapped. “Because people don’t see him right now. They don’t get it. He blends in like he wants to disappear.”

Nobara raised an eyebrow. “And you want him to stand out.”

You paused. Then slowly shrugged, crossing your arms again, eyes a little softer.

“…Yeah. I do.” Because people should look at him the way you did now. Like he mattered. Like he was there. Like he wasn’t just some sad genius background character who kept his head down until graduation. He deserved better than that.

And if he didn’t know how to show it, you’d do it for him. You grinned again. Bright. Dangerous. “So are you in or what, bitch?”

Nobara gave a mock sigh and stood up next to you, brushing dust off her skirt. “God, this is gonna be chaotic.”

You linked your arm through hers. “That’s the goal.”

And in the back of your mind, you weren’t just thinking about new jackets or hair wax. You were thinking about him, and this time, you were going to do it right.

“No.” Megumi said it flatly. Instantly. Without even turning his head.

He stood stiffly in the middle of the men’s section at a massive, modern shopping mall, surrounded by racks of jackets and hangers with carefully folded shirts. A goddamn fluorescent spotlight beamed down on his disheveled black hoodie like it was about to be burned in some sacrificial ceremony.

“No,” he said again, like it was final. You grinned like it wasn’t.

“Oh, come on, Fushiguro,” you groaned, dramatically flopping a blazer over your arm like it was a dying animal. “Live a little. It’s not like I dragged you here under false pretenses.”

“You said it was an emergency,” he said without blinking, staring dead ahead at a mannequin in cargo pants.

You beamed. “It was. Your wardrobe.” Beside you, Nobara cackled, holding up a dark olive button-down like she was choosing weapons in an armory. “Honestly, she’s right. You dress like an apocalypse survivor. And not in a hot, Mad Max way—just... sad.”

“I didn’t ask,” Megumi muttered, adjusting the strap of the messenger bag slung across his chest like it was his only armor left in this cursed environment.

“You never ask for anything,” you snapped, shoving a rack aside to step closer. “That’s the whole problem. You’re allergic to being perceived.”

“I don’t care what people think.”

“Yeah, we know,” Nobara muttered. “The problem is we do.”

You jabbed a finger at him. “You’d rather walk around looking like a tax fraud suspect than admit you’re hot. It’s actually insane.”

“I’m not—” He cut himself off and glared. “This is pointless.”

“Oh my god. Fushiguro. You literally do martial arts. You could break someone’s jaw with your pinkie and yet you’re scared of trying on a fuckin’ jacket?”

Megumi turned toward you now, his brows furrowed, that signature exasperated glare leveled straight at your face. “I’m not scared. I just don’t care about stupid shit like this.”

“Well maybe you should!” you snapped, stepping closer. “Maybe people would take you seriously for once if you looked like you had your life together instead of like you live in a supply closet!”

“I don’t care what people think,” he growled, arms crossing.

“Not even Miwa?” you said, biting your lip with a smug grin.

That made him pause. Even Nobara blinked. “Wait what the fuck—”

“Oops,” you said sweetly, tilting your head. “Was that too honest?”

Megumi’s jaw tensed, and for a second he looked like he wanted to walk directly into oncoming traffic.

“She doesn’t—” he started, then stopped himself. “That has nothing to do with this.”

“You like her,” you sing-songed. “And she’s all proper and polite and whatever. You really think she’s gonna look twice at you when you show up to events looking like a prison escapee?”

“That’s low,” he muttered.

“You know what else is low? Your pants. You don’t even wear a belt, it’s a miracle they’re not around your ankles right now.”

Nobara wheezed.

“You’re both insane,” Megumi muttered, dragging a hand down his face.

“No, we’re fashion-forward,” you corrected, shoving a clean white T-shirt into his hands. “And this is an intervention.”

“I’m not putting this on.”

“Why?” you narrowed your eyes. “Scared I’ll see your abs again and have a full mental breakdown in the dressing room?”

Nobara choked. “Not again?!”

“You’re not helping,” Megumi growled, shooting her a glare.

“I am helping,” she chirped, tossing him a tan jacket. “Helping your hopeless ass look fuckable.”

“Please die,” Megumi said under his breath.

You shoved the clothes into his arms. “Three outfits. Try on three. Then you can go back to your corner of despair.”

He looked at you. Really looked at you. And for a second, it was like he saw something soft behind the snark.

You rolled your eyes before he could say anything. “Don’t get sentimental, bitch. Try on the fuckin’ shirt.”

And Megumi—muttering obscenities under his breath—finally walked toward the fitting rooms.

You high-fived Nobara like you’d just summoned a demon.

It wasn’t just about clothes. Not really. It was about showing him the version of himself the world deserved to see. And goddamn, he was going to shine. Even if it killed you.

He stepped out of the fitting room with the same flat expression he always wore when he was forced into anything mildly humiliating—shoulders stiff, jaw clenched, hair slightly more disheveled than usual like he’d run his hands through it five too many times in frustration.

But none of that registered. Because the second Megumi walked out, wearing a black shirt that hugged his torso like a second skin and dark jeans that—oh fuck—sat criminally well on his hips, every cell in your body short-circuited.

Your mouth opened. Nothing came out. Your brain? Vacant. Your heart? Punching itself in the face.

He looked… hot. Not “cute” hot. Not the quiet-guy-who-reads-in-corners hot. No. He looked like someone who should be banned from public spaces. Like someone who’d lean against a bar with his hands in his pockets and get phone numbers without speaking.

And he had the audacity to look annoyed about it. He stood in front of you, arms stiff at his sides, clearly uncomfortable but trying not to show it. “Well?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. You were still staring. His biceps shifted beneath the sleeves—those same arms that used to cross in irritation when you were being a brat during tutoring. Now they just looked… solid. Defined. Powerful. The shirt clung to the dip of his waist, the muscle of his chest, and you were going feral.

“Earth to bitch,” Nobara said, elbowing you sharply. “You’re drooling.”

You blinked. “Am not.”

Megumi raised an eyebrow. “You’re quiet.”

You swallowed. Hard.

“Yeah, so?” you snapped. But it came out breathier than you wanted. You turned away like it might give your sanity a fighting chance. “Shirt’s tight. You look like a douchebag.”

Nobara snorted. Megumi crossed his arms. “Is that supposed to be bad?”

Your eyes flicked back to him without meaning to. “No. I mean. Yes. I mean—shut the fuck up.”

His lips twitched. Just a little. Barely there. You were going to combust.

You forced a scoff, grabbing the next outfit from the chair. “This isn’t even the best one. Get back in there, Fushiguro.”

But even as he rolled his eyes and turned away, the image burned into your skull. You hadn’t seen this version of him before. You didn’t know what to do with this version of him.

And the worst part? He didn’t even know what he was doing to you.

He didn’t know he’d just shifted something in you—something real, something terrifying. Because for the first time in a long time… you were speechless.

Megumi stepped out again.

Different outfit, same unbothered expression—except this time, it was worse.

This time, he was wearing a fitted white button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, top two buttons undone, hanging slightly open like he gave zero fucks about propriety. Paired with a pair of dark, loose slacks that cinched perfectly at his waist, he looked like he belonged on the cover of some Calvin Klein campaign where the tagline was “Silence is seductive.”

And maybe that was what made it worse.

Because this wasn’t your Megumi.

Not the one who clicked his tongue at your mistakes. Not the one who made you repeat Civics dates until you cried out of rage and not frustration. Not the one who looked soft in the corners of his eyes when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

No—this Megumi was different.

Sharp. Composed. Dangerous.

He didn’t even glance at you at first. Just adjusted his sleeves slowly, hands veined and calm, like he had no idea he was doing things to your soul. But maybe he did. Because when his eyes finally flicked up, they went straight to yours. Quiet. Direct. Unrelenting.

And you forgot how to breathe. Nobara beat you to it.

“Holy fuck,” she breathed, literally grabbing the rack next to her for support. “You’re lying to me. You’re not real.”

Megumi frowned. “It’s just a shirt.”

“It’s the shirt of Gods,” she corrected. “You look like you kill people with a fountain pen and then drink black coffee over their grave.”

He raised a brow. “That’s specific.”

“I have taste.”

You didn’t say anything. Because what could you say?

You were the one who dragged him here. The one who started this whole thing. The one who picked out that shirt because it might look good and—

Now you couldn’t even speak.

It looked too good.

Your heart was racing like a traitor. Your fingers itched to fidget with something—your bag strap, your hair, his fucking shirt, maybe.

“Looks fine,” you muttered, arms crossed tight, refusing to meet his eyes again.

“Fine?” Megumi echoed, voice laced with just enough sarcasm to light your entire body on fire.

“Yeah, fine. Don’t get cocky.”

Nobara gave you a look.

“Is that why you’ve been standing there in complete silence for a full thirty seconds? Because it’s fine?”

“I was just thinking,” you snapped.

“Thinking about how hard you’d let him rail you on a school desk—?”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP,” you and Megumi yelled at the same time, both whirling on her.

Nobara just raised her brows and held her hands up. “Okay, okay. Lovers’ quarrel. Got it.”

You turned away, ears burning. “We’re not—”

“Don’t even start,” Megumi muttered under his breath, clearly flustered too, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt like they were suffocating him now.

But you both went silent again.

Your pulse wouldn’t slow. You watched him out of the corner of your eye. The way the collar of that shirt dipped into the line of his collarbone. The way his jaw tensed like he was holding something in.

And all you could think was: You did this. You made him look like this. And now? You didn’t know how to handle it.

Megumi looked like he was about to say something—anything to break the electric tension crawling between you. His hand lifted slightly, hovering awkwardly at his side as if caught between reaching for a hanger or snapping it in half.

Then he sighed. “Can someone help me with this—?”

Nobara perked up from the bench. “Well, I’ll go find something else. You two—” she wiggled her fingers, “figure that out.”

Before you could even open your mouth to tell her not to leave you alone with him—again—she was gone.

And then it was just the two of you.

Megumi still standing in front of the changing room door, looking disarmingly good in that white button-up and slacks, hair slightly damp from sweat, the scent of soap and something distinctly him still clinging to his skin.

Your heartbeat spiked.

“I can help,” you muttered, stepping forward before your brain could catch up with your mouth.

He didn’t say anything—just looked at you.

And that was all it took.

Because the moment you reached for the edge of the changing room curtain, Megumi grabbed your wrist, pulled—and you stumbled right into him.

The door clicked shut behind you.

And then he kissed you.

Hard.

His mouth was on yours before you could even breathe. No warning, no question, just heat—his hands gripping your waist like he couldn’t stand the space between your bodies a second longer.

Your gasp broke the kiss, but he chased it, tongue sweeping against yours, messy and desperate, like he’d been waiting to do this since the second you walked into the store.

“Megumi—” you mumbled against his mouth, but it came out half-strangled because he was already backing you against the mirror, crowding your body, and hitching one of your thighs up around his waist.

His grip was rough. Possessive. Your skirt bunched around your hips as he lifted you with ease, hands firm beneath your thighs, grinding against your clothed core like he didn’t give a shit who might be outside that curtain.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your throat, kissing the skin there like he was punishing it. “You drive me insane.”

Your head thudded against the mirror, fingers threading into his hair, yanking hard enough to make him groan against your neck. “You’re one to talk.”

But he didn’t answer—not with words.

He rolled his hips again, and the pressure made you arch into him, your breath hitching. Everything was so close—the heat of him, the taste of him, the sheer pressure of his body against yours. You felt like you were going to combust.

Clothes still on. Dignity long gone.

And he was still kissing you like he needed it to breathe.

Your hands fumbled with the collar of his shirt, dragging him closer—tighter—as your lips crashed together again. There was nothing soft about this. No hesitation. Just heat, and sweat, and the dizzying, aching need you both pretended didn’t exist for weeks.

And now it was here. Now he was here. And you didn’t want it to stop.

Not when his hands were sliding under your top. Not when your legs were trembling around his waist. Not when his tongue was in your mouth like he wanted to swallow every bratty word you ever spat at him.

But then— Voices outside. Faint. Distant. Still enough to pull you back.

You both froze. Megumi didn’t let you go.

But his breathing was uneven now, lips brushing yours in a breathless drag, like he didn’t want to stop—like he didn’t know how.

Your voice was barely a whisper. “Gumi…”

He stared at you.

And you stared back. Chest heaving. Skirt still hitched. Mouth swollen. Something unspoken burning between you. And that’s where you stayed—hovering between whatever this was… and whatever came next.

His breath hit your lips, warm and ragged. His forehead rested against yours for a moment—then pulled back just far enough to see your face.

You were quiet.

Too quiet.

And Megumi noticed.

His brows furrowed. His eyes narrowed—not in anger, but in concern. His hand, still hot from where it had been gripping your thigh, slid up slowly, brushing over your waist until it curled gently under your jaw.

“I don’t like it when you’re quiet,” he muttered, voice low and hoarse, like it scraped the edges of something unspoken.

You blinked up at him, stunned silent by the sudden shift in him—the switch from that sharp, cold, untouchable Megumi to this. This boy whose hand now held your chin with careful fingers. Whose voice trembled with the weight of something softer.

“I’m fine,” you said, trying to muster up the usual bitchy confidence, the bratty armor you always wore like second skin.

But it cracked.

Just a little.

Megumi didn’t let it slide. He tilted your chin up gently, enough to make your gaze meet his again.

“Don’t do that,” he said quietly. “Don’t lie to me.”

His thumb brushed along your cheekbone, his stare unwavering. Still cold. Still composed. But that softness was there now—simmering beneath it all like a secret only you got to see.

“Tell me what’s wrong, pretty.”

Your lips parted, but the words caught. You swallowed thickly, breath catching at the name. The way he said it—pretty—wasn’t sarcastic or mocking. It wasn’t a jab or a joke or some arrogant dig.

It was… warm, and that scared you more than anything.

“It’s nothing,” you whispered, voice thinner than you wanted it to be. “It’s not a big deal.”

Megumi didn’t move. He didn’t push or pressure or pull away. He just kept his hand where it was, thumb dragging over your jaw as his eyes searched your face for the truth.

“Then why won’t you look at me the same?” he asked, quieter now. “You’ve been avoiding it. You’ve been avoiding me.”

You breathed in sharply, back pressing against the mirror again, like it might absorb you whole. You hated this. Hated how naked it made you feel.

He was supposed to be the awkward one.

You were supposed to be untouchable.

So why the fuck did it feel like he was the only one who ever looked at you like he saw you?

“I’m not avoiding you,” you muttered, half-hearted.

You said nothing.

Not right away. Not when he was still holding you like that, arms strong and steady beneath your thighs, chest pressed to yours like he hadn’t just kissed the air out of your lungs.

So he dropped you.

Not harshly—but suddenly. Like he was testing you.

Your back hit the changing room wall with a gentle thud, your heels barely catching the floor before your knees almost buckled. You looked up at him, breathless, heart a mess, mascara smudged just enough to betray what had just happened.

And still—you smiled.

Smug. Crooked. Unbothered.

The kind of smile that always got you out of trouble. The kind of smile that meant game on.

“Don’t worry,” you said, smoothing your hair with both hands, the lace of your skirt riding scandalously high on your thighs. “I’m good.”

Megumi didn’t respond right away. He just stood there, bare chest rising and falling, hair damp, lips still slightly parted.

“You sure?” he asked, voice lower now. Quieter. A little cautious.

You nodded. “A hundred percent.”

And before he could say anything else—before you had the chance to crack even further—you turned around and opened the changing room door.

Nobara was standing right outside, arms crossed, one brow arched like she’d been waiting hours instead of minutes.

She gave you one long, slow look from head to toe.

Your skirt was wrinkled. Your lipstick was smudged. Your hair was a war crime.

“Well damn,” she said, deadpan. “Did he fuck the physics into you or what?”

You rolled your eyes and shoved past her with a scoff. “Shut up.”

“I’m just saying,” Nobara chirped, following you down the hall. “Your hair looks like it got into a fight with gravity. And lost.”

You reached up instinctively to fix it, still feeling Megumi’s hands on your waist, his mouth on your neck.

You didn’t say anything. But the smile on your face didn’t fade. Not even a little.

“Okay, seriously,” you said, deadpan, staring at Megumi like he just kicked a puppy. “What the fuck is on your head.”

Megumi blinked, genuinely confused. “My hair?”

“No, your tragic decision-making, obviously it’s your hair,” you snapped, arms crossed. “Why does it look like a hedgehog lost a fight with a blender?”

Nobara burst out laughing behind you, flopping onto your bed with a snort. “Oh my god—thank you. I didn’t wanna say anything at the mall, but it’s atrocious. He looks like he cut it himself during an earthquake.”

Megumi frowned, defensive now, dragging a hand through the spiky mess. “It’s just… messy.”

“Messy?” you echoed. “No. Messy is a tousled ‘I-just-got-fucked-against-a-wall’ kind of hot. This?” You circled him like a shark, squinting at the disaster on his scalp. “This is ‘I got electrocuted in the shower and didn’t notice.’”

He turned slightly to Nobara, as if for help. She just smirked and held her hands up. “Don’t look at me, Fushiguro. I’ve been trying to say this since the first day we met. You’ve got good bone structure and awful hair.”

Megumi muttered something that sounded dangerously close to “I hate both of you.”

But you weren’t having it.

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this now,” you said, grabbing his sleeve and dragging him toward your vanity like a man being marched to execution. “You let me bring you to the mall, you let me pick your clothes, and now? You’re letting me fix the national tragedy that is your hairstyle.”

“I never agreed to this,” he said, digging in his heels halfway across your carpet. “This wasn’t part of the deal.”

You whipped around, inches from his face. “You’re hot now, Fushiguro. It’s your moral responsibility to have a hairdo that doesn’t look like it was styled by a weed whacker.”

“I liked it,” he muttered under his breath.

“I liked it,” you mocked in a high-pitched voice. “Oh my god, he’s got feelings. Someone call the news.”

Nobara snorted. “Y/N, be nice.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved him into the chair in front of your vanity. “No. He deserves violence. Emotional or physical, I haven’t decided yet.”

Megumi looked at himself in the mirror, then back at you, clearly regretting every life choice that led him to this point. “If you burn my scalp—”

“I will set you on fire on purpose if you keep complaining.”

“You’re terrifying,” he muttered, glaring as you sprayed water on his head.

You grinned. “I know.”

Nobara watched from your bed, sipping a boba drink she clearly found from your mini-fridge. “So what’s the plan, boss? We chopping it? Styling it? Shaving it off so he can start over?”

“Not shaving,” you said immediately, combing through his damp hair with a level of focus that would’ve shocked your teachers. “This bitch has potential. It just needs to be tamed.”

Megumi scoffed. “You make it sound like a wild animal.”

“That’s because it is, babe,” Nobara said helpfully.

You held up a strand and narrowed your eyes. “It’s giving ‘slept with my head in a microwave.’ Like, what is the texture? What is the shape? Where is the respect?”

Megumi rolled his eyes. “It’s not that bad.”

You and Nobara turned to him in unison.

“Yes,” Nobara said solemnly. “It is.”

“It’s a violation of basic human decency,” you added.

Megumi leaned back in the chair like a condemned man. “Do whatever you want. I’m already dead inside.”

You grinned. “That’s the spirit.”

You and Nobara circled Megumi like vultures, armed with a spray bottle, two combs, a round brush, and enough styling product to open a pop-up salon. He sat rigidly in your vanity chair like he was preparing for surgery, eyes narrowed at his reflection as you pulled his hair back and forth with clinical precision.

“I swear to god, if this makes it worse—”

“Shut up,” you snapped, misting his head aggressively. “You gave up the right to complain the second you walked in here with this disaster on your scalp.”

“It’s not a disaster,” he muttered, grimacing as Nobara tugged a chunk of hair upright with a teasing comb.

“You’re right,” Nobara chimed in sweetly. “It’s a catastrophe.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out. “It looks like it’s been styled with a spoon and a prayer.”

Megumi groaned audibly. “Why are you both so dramatic?”

“Because we have eyes,” Nobara said.

“And standards,” you added.

It took longer than it should have—spraying, combing, trimming flyaways, arguing over center part versus side part, threatening to shave it all off entirely—but eventually, after a blur of movement and bickering and way too many close calls with Nobara’s flat iron, you took a step back.

You stared at him. Silently.

The spikes were still there—sharp, unruly, unapologetically him—but now they were tamed, softened in shape, styled with a cleaner edge that actually made sense with his face. Not too polished, not too wild. Balanced.

Dangerously so.

Because it brought out everything.

His cheekbones. The cut of his jaw. The deep-set steel blue of his eyes. It was like finally seeing a painting under the right lighting.

And you hated how hard your chest clenched.

“Oh,” Nobara said, her voice soft with shock. “Oh, you’re handsome-handsome.”

You flinched out of your trance. “Calm your fucking tits.”

Nobara ignored you, walking around to get a better view. “Y/N, we really did that. We should be charging for this.”

Megumi, still blinking at his reflection like he wasn’t sure what universe he was in, murmured, “It’s... better?”

“You look hot,” Nobara said bluntly.

“I said calm—”

“No, I’m serious. I didn’t know your face looked like that under all the porcupine static.” She turned to you. “Now—glasses.”

“Wait, what’s wrong with his glasses?” you and Megumi said at the same time, both frowning.

Nobara rolled her eyes. “Nothing’s wrong with them. But let’s just see. For science.”

“I need them to see,” Megumi deadpanned.

“Then close your eyes for two seconds and survive.”

Before either of you could protest again, she plucked the frames off his face.

Megumi blinked, disoriented. “I can’t see shit.”

And you— you couldn’t breathe.

Your fingers froze mid-adjustment. Something twisted low in your stomach.

Because this wasn’t your Megumi anymore.

This wasn’t the boy who wore soft, wrinkled hoodies and slouched with a pen in his mouth while mumbling about feudal Japan. This wasn’t the slightly awkward, perpetually annoyed tutor who scolded you for confusing Confucius with Confetti or whatever the hell his name was.

This was— Sharp. Composed. Disarmingly beautiful. And still undeniably him. But somehow… less yours. You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t.

You swallowed around the dryness in your throat and reached over gently to slide his glasses back on.

“Okay,” you said, voice carefully neutral. “You look fine.”

Nobara arched a brow. “Fine? That’s all you’re giving him?”

“Jesus, calm down,” you muttered, waving her off. “You sound like you’re about to mount him.”

Megumi snorted softly, but he was looking at you now. Really looking. And you didn’t know what you looked like back.

Just that something inside you was shifting, and no matter how hard you tried to bury it beneath your snark and sarcasm—

You couldn’t help but think: He doesn’t look like my Megumi anymore, and that scared you more than anything. Because you weren’t ready to admit what you already knew: You didn’t want to lose the version of him that only you ever got to see.

The buzz started before first period even began.

It was in the halls, in the cafeteria, in the fucking girl’s bathroom stalls. You could hear it behind closed lockers, whispered in corners, shouted between friend groups.

"Did you see Fushiguro?" "Is that really him?" "Who knew he had a jawline like that?"

You slammed your locker shut hard enough to rattle the one next to it.

Nobara, walking beside you and munching on pocky like she owned the damn world, raised a brow. “You okay?”

“No,” you hissed, adjusting the strap of your bag sharply. “I’m not fucking okay. These bitches are acting like he hatched from an egg this morning.”

Nobara snorted. “Well, to be fair, he was looking like a soggy anime protagonist before we fixed his hair.”

You shot her a look.

She shrugged. “Hey, we did this. You should be proud. Your man’s finally getting the recognition.”

You turned to her, voice low and vicious. “That’s not my fucking man.”

She smirked. “Sure.”

And still, as you walked into the main hallway, the whispers amplified like a hive of flies. You could hear a group of girls ahead giggling too loudly, standing near the bulletin board where someone had literally taped a blurry candid of Megumi — from that morning — shirt tucked in, hair clean, glasses no where to be seen.

You stared. Blinked. And felt your blood boil.

You did this. You fixed that hair. You picked those fucking jeans.

And now they were all foaming at the mouth over it.

Not because they noticed him in math class, or watched him quietly help the juniors when no one else did, or saw the way his knuckles were always bruised because he boxed like he had something to prove.

No. They noticed because you made him hot. You did that.

And they were two seconds from sexualizing him like a piece of meat in your lunch tray.

“He could get it now,” one girl said, fanning herself with a worksheet.

“I’d climb him like a tree,” another giggled. “Those arms? He could ruin my GPA, and I’d thank him.”

You clenched your jaw.

“Oh my god,” a third voice added — Aiko, of all fucking people, her tone dripping with fake wonder. “Who knew Fushiguro had potential? He used to be such a loser, and now I’m like… kind of obsessed. He just needed a little help, right?”

You stopped walking. Nobara sensed it before you spoke. “Oh no.”

Your heels clicked against the tile like a warning shot. You stepped forward, stopping right in front of their little group like a queen entering the battlefield.

Aiko turned, already smiling, like she wanted you to join in on the joke.

You didn’t smile back.

“You wanna say that again?” you asked, voice deceptively sweet.

Aiko blinked. “What?”

“The part where you called him a loser,” you said, tilting your head. “Go on. I’m sure he’d love to hear that from someone who couldn’t spell ‘potential’ if her life depended on it.”

The girls went quiet.

You took another step closer, smiling now—but it was venomous. “See, you bitches love to pop your pussy for something shiny and new. But where were you when he sat alone every fucking lunch? Or when you called him creepy for knowing the answers before the teacher asked?”

Aiko’s face started to pale.

“That boy has more class in his knuckles than you have in your whole bloodline,” you sneered. “So maybe think twice before you talk about him like he’s your little glow-up project. You wouldn’t know what to do with him even if he let you try.”

Nobara let out a low whistle behind you. “Jesus.”

You didn’t care. Your heart was thudding in your chest, rage coiling behind your ribs. Because he deserved better than that. Better than them. Better than you, too, maybe—but they sure as fuck weren’t allowed to talk about him like that.

Not when they didn’t know a thing about him.

Not like you did.

The girls scattered like flies after that, mumbling apologies or pretending not to care.

You stood tall, smoothed your skirt, and turned on your heel.

“Feel better?” Nobara asked, falling into step beside you, eyebrow raised.

You huffed. “No. But I fucking meant every word.”

She bumped your shoulder. “Damn right you did.”

But the truth burned in your throat even as you walked away from the mess. Because the one person you weren’t brave enough to say that to… was the one person you’d started to care about way too much.

It was raining by the time you got there. Not heavy yet, but the clouds overhead promised hell was coming.

You barely knocked.

The door opened after one knock, and there he was—Megumi. Barefoot, in sweatpants and a black t-shirt that clung to his chest. His hair was a little damp, curling at the ends from either a shower or the humidity outside. The soft flicker of the TV behind him lit his silhouette.

His eyes skimmed over you. “You’re late.”

“I was being dramatic,” you said with a sniff, stepping inside like you owned the place.

You didn’t. And you felt it, too.

The quiet of the house pressed in on you. The only sound was the low murmur of the television—“storm warning issued for Tokyo Metro Area…”

Your shoes left faint water prints on the hardwood. You toed them off and dropped your bag beside the couch, pretending the silence wasn’t suffocating.

“So…” you said, voice softer now, almost teasing. “You’re a big shot now, huh?”

Megumi frowned. “What?”

You gestured vaguely toward him. “The school. People are practically frothing at the mouth over you. I think I overheard someone say you could step on them and they’d say thank you.”

He blinked. “That’s… disturbing.”

You dropped onto the couch. “That’s teenage girls. Get used to it.”

He didn’t sit. Just stood there for a second, like he didn’t know what to do with you. Like he couldn’t decide whether he should start quizzing you on politics or kick you out.

You stared at him. “You really didn’t notice?”

“No,” he muttered. “I don’t care.”

There was a pause. A little too long.

Then—

“…Do you?” he asked, quieter now.

You tilted your head. “Do I what?”

He was still standing there, arms crossed, jaw tight. But something about the way he said it—

“Do you like it?” he asked. “The way I look now.”

It wasn’t cocky. It wasn’t a trap. It sounded like an honest fucking question.

You felt something pinch in your chest.

You wanted to laugh. Or roll your eyes. Or tell him he looked fine and move on with your night. But you couldn’t. Because the way he was looking at you—calm, quiet, guarded—was killing you.

“Do you want me to like it?” you asked back.

He didn’t blink. “I asked first.”

You stared at him. Tried to read his expression. But he was unreadable, as always—except his shoulders were a little tense, and his eyes kept flicking between you and the storm outside the window. So you told the truth.

“I liked how you looked before,” you said, crossing your arms again. “I like how you look now. You’re hot. Congrats.”

That made him frown, just a little.

You rolled your eyes. “Is that not what you wanted to hear?”

“No,” he said. “I just… didn’t think you noticed me.”

The words were soft. Like they cost something.

You blinked. “What?”

He finally sat down beside you, slow and heavy, elbows on his knees. “You were with guys like Kamo. Loud, rich. The whole school knew when you were dating someone.”

“So?”

“So I thought you just… tolerated me,” he said.

You stared at him. “I showed up to your house in the rain. For tutoring. I literally begged you to tutor me again.”

His eyes flicked toward yours. “That’s not the same.”

Silence again. You bit your lip, then sighed. “I just didn’t want to be the only one who saw you.”

Megumi’s brows pulled slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean—” You swallowed, folding your arms tighter. “People didn’t really look at you. Not really. They saw the grades, the silence, the hair. But they didn’t look. I did.”

You paused.

“And I didn’t want to keep it to myself.”

Megumi was quiet for a while. The kind of quiet that made your skin prickle. You looked down at your nails, chewing your lip. “That’s all. I just thought… people should know.”

“Why?”

You blinked again. “Why what?”

“Why did it matter that people saw me?”

The question was too honest. It made your stomach twist.

“I don’t know,” you said finally. “Because maybe if they did… I wouldn’t feel so fucking insane for noticing you in the first place.”

Megumi’s throat bobbed. The rain outside was louder now. You could hear the drops hitting the glass like static. You were sitting so close on the couch now, knees almost brushing. He didn’t reach for you. Didn’t touch you.

But his voice dropped a little. “I noticed you first.”

You turned your head.

Megumi wasn’t looking at you. But you could see the pink climbing up his neck.

“I didn’t say anything because I thought you’d destroy me,” he muttered, almost like he was annoyed with himself. “You still might.”

You smirked, but it was softer than usual. “You’re not so easy to destroy, Fushiguro.”

He finally turned toward you again. And for a second—just a second—you weren’t the girl who wrecked reputations for fun. You weren’t the mean girl, the manipulator, the bitch with a crown on her head. You were just a girl. Wanting a boy who never thought someone like you would.

“…We’re here to study,” you said quickly, breaking the eye contact and grabbing your bag. “Don’t get weird about it.”

But your hands were trembling just a little when you opened your notebook. And neither of you pointed it out. Megumi didn’t move. You felt it before you saw it—that shift in the air. His gaze heavy on you, weighing every breath you tried to take like it meant something.

And maybe it did. Because then came the first real blow. “You’re quiet.”

Your pen stilled. “I’m literally speaking right now,” you muttered, not looking up.

“That’s not what I mean.”

You clenched your jaw, flipping open your notes like they weren’t trembling in your hand. “Well, maybe I just didn’t feel like biting your head off today. Shouldn’t that be a win for you?”

He ignored the sarcasm. “You’ve been off ever since the mall.”

“And you’ve been dressing like you’re starring in a Calvin Klein ad,” you shot back. “Maybe I’m just adjusting.”

His brow twitched. “So you are upset.”

“No.” You looked up at him, heat crawling up your neck. “I just think it’s funny.”

Megumi’s stare didn’t budge. “What’s funny?”

“That now everyone sees you,” you said, biting the words out, “suddenly you’re worth talking to. And I have to watch girls lose their shit over a guy I—”

You caught yourself. Hard. Megumi stepped forward. Slowly. Deliberately.

“And what?” he said, voice low.

Your throat was dry. “And nothing.”

He tilted his head, sea-glass eyes narrowing. “That’s not nothing.”

You shot to your feet. “Can you not? Can you just, for once, not try to read my mind like I’m some fucking essay prompt?”

“I wouldn’t have to guess,” he said, voice tighter now, “if you’d just tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m fine, Megumi,” you snapped.

“No, you’re not.”

“Oh my god, shut up—why do you even care?”

That stopped him. Just a second. But you saw the way it landed. Saw the shift in his shoulders, the pinch in his brows—like you’d yanked a thread that unraveled something you weren’t supposed to touch. You hated how your chest twisted.

“I didn’t mean that,” you said quickly, voice smaller. “I just—this was easier when you were just…”

“What?” Megumi asked quietly.

Just Megumi. Your Megumi. But you didn’t say it. You didn’t get the chance.

Because the thunder cracked so violently it made the windows rattle—followed by a sudden, sharp click as the power cut out completely. Lights. TV. Everything.

Gone. Darkness swallowed the room, save for the occasional flash of lightning. You could barely see him. But you felt him. Both of you stood there in the thick silence, the storm pressing against the glass like a weight.

And then— “I’m still me,” Megumi said quietly. “Even if I look different.” You exhaled. Slow. Unsteady.

“I know.”

“Then why are you acting like I’m not?”

You hesitated. Then, barely above a whisper— “Because you look less like someone I can keep.”

The words hung there between you. Electric. Unforgivable. You weren’t even sure he heard them—until he stepped closer. Close enough that the scent of him, the heat of his skin, wrapped around you like gravity.

“You think I’m going somewhere?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Everyone else wants you now.”

“I don’t care about everyone else.”

The silence between you was louder than the storm now. You opened your mouth—then shut it again. Because you could still taste the fear in your throat. Not of losing him. But of how much you already had. You swallowed around the ache in your throat, trying not to blink too hard. The silence stretched. Too raw. Too exposed. So, like always, you threw up a wall.

“Well,” you said, stepping back and folding your arms, “isn’t this romantic. Power’s out, storm’s raging, and I’m stuck with Tokyo’s favorite new thirst trap.”

Megumi blinked, the sharpness in his expression dimming just enough to look mildly offended. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re sweaty and shirtless and we’re in the dark.” You gestured around. “I’m just saying, if this was a movie, I’d already be dead or pregnant.”

That earned a very faint snort, like he didn’t want to laugh but couldn’t help it. He exhaled, raking a hand through his damp hair. “My dad keeps candles somewhere.”

“Wow. Sexy and prepared,” you muttered, watching him disappear into the hallway. “No wonder the girls are eating it up.”

“Shut up,” he called back. A cabinet door creaked open, followed by the sound of matches scraping. “If you’re cold, there’s a blanket on the couch.”

You ignored that. Pulled out your phone instead—only to see one bar and a signal so weak it might as well be decorative. You sighed and dialed anyway. It rang once, twice. Then a familiar voice crackled through the speaker. “Sweetheart?”

“Daddy,” you breathed, the relief hitting hard. “The power’s out. It’s storming like crazy. Are you home?”

“I’m out of town, baby. Business trip. Flight got delayed.” His voice softened. “Where are you?”

You glanced at the flickering light starting to glow down the hall. “Megumi’s.”

A pause. “You safe?”

“Yeah,” you murmured. “Just… stuck.”

“Alright. Call me if anything changes. I’ll check the weather. Love you.”

“Love you more,” you said softly and hung up.

Megumi returned, two candles flickering in hand. One for the living room, one for the table. He lit them both in quick, practiced motions. He didn’t look at you.

“I’ll walk you home when the wind dies down,” he said, flatly.

You narrowed your eyes. “I didn’t say I was leaving.”

“You were about to,” he muttered. “You always are.”

The jab caught you off guard.

“…Jesus, dramatic much?” you mumbled, shifting on the couch as the room glowed orange and gold. “You act like I’m trying to abandon you.”

He gave you a look. “You were literally about to walk out during a thunderstorm.”

“Yeah, well, I like living on the edge.”

“I swear to god, you’re going to get electrocuted one day and somehow blame me for it.”

“Obviously.” His lips twitched. Almost a smile.

The tension was still there—but softened now, under the candlelight. Like it had been dulled by the rain and everything neither of you could say outright. You pulled your knees up to your chest, watching the lightning flash against the windows.

“…You didn’t have to light all those, you know,” you said quietly, eyes flicking toward the candles.

“I know.”

You hesitated. “…But thank you.” Another small silence.

Then he sat down next to you again. A little closer this time. The storm howled outside, but in here—there was only the flicker of light between you and the quiet push-and-pull that had always felt like home.

“You really think I’m Tokyo’s favorite thirst trap?” he said suddenly, deadpan.

You groaned. “You remembered that?”

“You literally just said it.”

“Well, I’m not wrong.”

“Whatever.” You glanced at him.

His arms were folded again. His face still unreadable. But something in his expression had eased. Not softer, necessarily—but less guarded. And you… you could breathe again.

You didn’t mean to say it.

It just slipped out.

“Miwa’s taking an interest in you.”

Megumi glanced up from where he was lighting a candle on the table, his face cast in flickering shadows. “What?”

You picked at the frayed hem of your skirt like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. “Nobara heard her talking in the bathroom. She was saying you’re different now. That you look… good.”

A beat of silence.

Then, like an idiot, he asked, “She is?”

You wanted to throw the fucking candle at his head.

Instead, you smiled. That sweet, mean smile you wore like armor. “What, hoping she asks you out? You want someone to touch your freshly styled hair and whisper about your jawline now?”

He didn’t bite. Just walked to the kitchen with that maddening calm of his. Megumi’s phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. He picked it up, barely glancing at the screen before answering.

“Yeah?”

You didn’t look at him. You were too busy pretending to scroll through your phone, too busy ignoring the sting from earlier—She is?—like it hadn’t lodged itself right in your chest. But then his tone changed.

“…You’re stuck?” You peeked up, subtly.

Megumi’s voice dropped, quiet and curt. “Flooding?”

Pause. A sigh. “No, it’s fine. Yeah—I’m not alone.”

Another pause. “Yeah, it’s her.” You tensed, grip tightening around your phone.

“Don’t worry,” he muttered. “I’ll take care of it. Just… stay safe.”

He hung up. Silence. You didn’t say anything, waiting.

He turned around, arms folded, voice neutral. “That was my dad.”

“Obviously.”

“There’s flooding near the station. He’s stuck for the night.”

You raised a brow. “And?”

“And you can’t leave.”

You stared at him. “What do you mean I can’t?”

“There’s a blackout. The storm’s not letting up. Roads are a mess.” He gestured to the window where the rain slapped against the glass in heavy sheets. “Power lines are down. Toji said even the convenience store by the corner shut down. He’s not coming home.”

You blinked. “And what, you’re just holding me hostage now?”

Megumi’s expression didn’t change. “You came here.”

“I didn’t come here to spend the night!”

He crossed his arms tighter. “Well, congratulations. Looks like you’re going to.”

You huffed. Loudly. Dramatically. “You’re impossible.”

“I know.” And then he moved past you, candle in hand, heading toward the hallway like this was all perfectly reasonable. You glared at the flame, at the storm, at your phone with zero service, and then finally threw yourself back against the couch with a groan.

“…Fine,” you muttered under your breath. “But I’m not taking the fucking bed.”

From down the hall, Megumi’s voice drifted back—completely unbothered.

“You’re not.”

It was quiet for a while. Too quiet. The storm outside had dulled into a low, steady rhythm—rain kissing the windows in soft percussion, wind rattling somewhere beyond the walls like a ghost trying to get in. The power was still out, the flicker of candlelight the only thing cutting through the shadows curling around the room.

You sat curled on the couch, arms wrapped around your knees, pretending your phone wasn't dead and you weren’t mildly terrified of the dark. Then you heard footsteps. Not heavy. Not rushed. Just Megumi. He emerged from the hallway carrying a stack of pillows and a neatly folded blanket. He didn’t say anything as he knelt beside the couch, laying everything out with a quiet focus you refused to react to. But your throat tightened anyway. Because it was too much.

He’d brought the softest blanket. The only one that didn’t smell like detergent. He even slid a second pillow behind your back, like you couldn’t possibly sleep without it.

You didn’t comment. Just watched with a neutral expression, biting your cheek to stop from saying something snarky. You could've made a joke. Could’ve called him a housewife. Could’ve pushed, flirted, snapped.

But you didn’t. Because even you couldn’t deny what this was. He cared. And that scared the shit out of you.

When he finally sat down beside you—on the floor, back resting against the couch—you raised a brow.

“What, not going to bed?” you said, voice low.

He shrugged, eyes on the candlelight. “Didn’t feel like it.”

You blinked, letting your head rest against the cushion. “What are you, my emotional support boxer?”

That made him huff—barely a laugh, but still something. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

You smirked. “Please. You’re the one bringing luxury sleepware like I’m a fucking princess.”

“No,” he deadpanned. “You’re a brat. Princesses don’t throw paper at their tutors.”

You rolled your eyes. “That was one time.”

“It was two.”

You both went quiet after that, but it wasn’t awkward. Just… still. You watched the flicker of flames bounce shadows off the ceiling, your heart slower now, your body less tense.

“…So why boxing?” you asked, surprising even yourself.

He looked over his shoulder. “What?”

You tilted your head. “You don’t really seem like the type. You hate attention. And yet here you are, shirtless and sweaty, punching people in a ring.”

He didn’t answer right away.

Then, after a beat— “It helps,” he said quietly. “Gets the noise out of my head.”

You frowned. “You get noise?”

He didn’t look at you. “Everyone does.”

The answer made your chest ache a little.

You didn’t press. Just let the silence fill in the blanks. Then— “...You’re good at it,” you said.

His brow ticked. “You saw five minutes.”

“Still.” Another beat.

“You looked hot,” you added, nonchalant, watching the side of his face carefully.

This time, he did look at you. “You’re deflecting.”

“Maybe.”

“You don’t have to.”

You blinked. He didn’t elaborate. Just turned back to the candlelight, fingers fidgeting slightly against his knee.

The kind of fidgeting you did when you wanted to say something but didn’t know how. You swallowed.

“I never had something like that,” you said, quieter now. “Something that made the noise go away.”

Megumi didn’t speak, but you could feel him listening.

Really listening.

You rested your chin on your knees. “I tried to find it in people. Parties. Power. All that shit. But it never works.”

A pause.

Then Megumi asked, “And now?”

You looked at him. At the boy who used to flinch when you walked by. At the boy who looked at you like you were everything and nothing at the same time.

“…Now?” you repeated. He met your eyes. And for once—you didn’t look away.

“I don’t know yet,” you said. “But I think I’m closer than I used to be.”

You didn’t say it. But you were pretty sure he knew.

The silence had stretched into something calmer now—less tense, less biting. You were both still on the couch, the storm a dull whisper outside, the candlelight making the room feel smaller, warmer, like some strange little world that didn’t exist anywhere but here.

You shifted a little, resting your chin on your arms, curled up in the blanket he brought you like a sullen cat. Megumi sat beside you, back against the couch again, his legs stretched out, elbows on his knees.

Neither of you had spoken in a while.

You didn’t know why the words came out.

Maybe it was the dark.

Or the quiet.

Or the way Megumi was just... there. Not asking for anything. Not prying. Just existing beside you with that stillness that made people underestimate him.

“My dad’s out of town,” you murmured.

Megumi didn’t look at you, but his head tilted slightly—listening.

“Business trip,” you added, trying not to sound defensive. “He does that a lot. I used to hate it when I was younger.”

A pause.

Then: “But you’re close.”

You gave a small smile. “Yeah. I’m a daddy’s girl. You can’t tell?”

Megumi snorted softly. “Oh, I can tell.”

You chuckled under your breath, but the laughter faded quickly, something deeper tugging at your chest.

“I don’t talk about him much at school,” you said. “People already have their little opinions about me, I didn’t want to... whatever. Make it worse.”

Megumi stayed quiet.

You pulled the blanket tighter around your legs.

“When I was eight, my mom and dad split,” you said suddenly. “It got messy. She didn’t want custody. Not really. But her new husband did. I think he just wanted to win something.”

Megumi turned his head a little, watching you now.

You stared ahead at the dim outline of his coffee table, your voice soft. “But my dad fought for me. Hard. Like—like it was war. Lawyers, courts, all that shit. I remember him carrying me out of the hearing room when the judge gave him custody. I was crying. He didn’t. Not once.”

Megumi didn’t interrupt.

“I used to think he was made of steel or something,” you whispered. “Like, nothing could break him. And he never—he never made me feel like I wasn’t enough. Not even once.”

You blinked. Fast.

“He worked so hard. All those long hours. Just to give me this life. The clothes. The car. The schools. People see me and think I’m just spoiled. Rich bitch. But they don’t know how hard he worked for all of it. How hard he worked for me.”

Megumi’s voice was low when he finally spoke. “Sounds like he really loves you.”

You nodded slowly. “He does. And I love him, too. More than anyone.”

There was a pause. The quiet kind that settled in your bones.

You bit your lip. “My mom—she lives in Fukuoka now. Married to that same guy. I see her sometimes. She’s always smiling in her new house, with her new kids, like she didn’t leave me behind. But he never did.”

Megumi shifted then, just slightly.

You felt it before you saw it—the way his hand brushed gently against your ankle under the blanket, not a grab, not a hold, just... there.

Steady. Present.

“I’m glad you have him,” Megumi said. And he meant it. You could hear it.

You let out a shaky breath. “Yeah. Me too.”

And for a while, that was all. No teasing. No bickering. Just a storm outside, and a boy beside you, and the quiet reminder that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as alone as you thought.

The silence wrapped around the both of you again, more comfortable now. The storm outside had settled into a steady rhythm, wind pressing against the windows like a tired breath. The candle on the coffee table flickered lazily, casting long shadows up the wall.

You’d fallen quiet again, the weight of your last words still hanging in the air.

Megumi hadn’t said anything in a while. You glanced at him from under your lashes. His brows were drawn, expression unreadable—but his hands were tense in his lap, fingers rubbing at his knuckles absently. Like he was thinking too hard about something.

You nudged him gently with your knee under the blanket.

His eyes flicked to yours. “What?”

“You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing.”

You raised an eyebrow. “The broody, ‘I’m-staring-into-the-void-like-a-tragic-protagonist’ thing.”

A breath of a laugh escaped him. Barely.

Then his gaze dropped, his voice quieter. “I’ve been thinking about Tsumiki.”

Your teasing died instantly.

“Oh.”

He nodded slowly. “She’s… not doing great.”

The weight of those four words hit you like a punch to the chest. You sat up a little straighter, eyes scanning his face. There was something different in it now—tired, but deeper than that. Like something he’d been holding for too long.

He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to find the words. “Her condition’s… it’s getting worse. The doctors said there’s not much more they can do here.”

You stayed quiet, letting him speak.

“I might have to fly out next week. Fukuoka or even Sapporo—depends where they transfer her. She’s not waking up. And if something—if anything happens and I’m not there, I’ll never—” He cut himself off, jaw locking.

You didn’t say anything. You just reached out, resting your hand over his knuckles.

He didn’t pull away.

“She raised me more than anyone,” he said, voice gravelly. “After everything with my mom and dad… she was the one who kept me steady. Who made me believe I could be anything other than angry.”

You swallowed.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Megumi looked at you then. And for once, his eyes weren’t guarded. They were raw. Open. So full of guilt and helplessness that it made your chest ache.

“She’s so kind,” he murmured. “Always has been. She never hurt anybody. I don’t know why people like her—why she ends up paying for things.”

You squeezed his hand.

“I don’t want to lose her.”

His voice cracked at the end. Just slightly. Enough to make you want to pull him close and never let go.

You didn’t say you understood. Because you didn’t. Not really.

But you let your hand stay in his. And when his thumb brushed over your knuckles, soft and trembling, you didn’t call him out for it.

You just sat there.

Two kids. Bruised hearts. A flickering candle. And the quiet grief that filled the room like smoke.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, barely touching.

“I’ll be here,” you said softly.

He didn’t answer. But he didn’t move away either. And maybe, for now, that was enough.

The thunder had quieted into a low grumble, distant now, like the sky was done screaming and only murmured in exhaustion.

You weren’t sure when the silence shifted—when the conversation turned from real, heavy things to just… breath. Just the warmth of being there beside him. You had your knees pulled up, a blanket across your lap, your arm pressed against his on the couch. The faint scent of citrusy soap clung to his skin. The candlelight flickered over his profile.

And when he looked at you… really looked at you—

Everything else faded.

No more school. No more rumors. No more fights, or essays, or storms. Just the steady sound of his breath, and the way he was staring like you were a question he never thought he’d get to ask, let alone answer.

“…What?” you whispered, pulse skipping.

Megumi just shook his head a little. “Nothing.”

But his eyes didn’t leave you. Didn’t drop, didn’t flinch. They were so blue in the dark, like sea glass catching fire.

You blinked, suddenly shy. “Why are you—”

He leaned in.

You felt it before you saw it—his hand ghosting over your cheek, gentle, almost hesitant. Like he was giving you one last chance to pull away.

You didn’t.

When his mouth met yours, it was soft. Barely there. A breath shared between two people who’d never thought this would happen. His lips moved over yours like he was learning how—like he’d only ever imagined it before, and now, he was finding out what it meant to want, really want, and be allowed to.

You tilted your face up, deepened it slowly.

He followed you, a little clumsy, a little shy—but eager. Your fingers slipped into his hair, still tousled from the storm, from your work earlier, and a quiet groan hummed in his throat.

When he pulled back, his breath was shaky.

“Are you…” you whispered, forehead pressed to his. “Are you sure?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Then his hand touched your jaw again, thumb dragging over your cheek like he was memorizing the shape of you.

“I want to,” he said. His voice was steady, but his pulse was racing—you could feel it where your hand had pressed against his chest. “I’ve never wanted anything like this before.”

You swallowed, heart in your throat. “You’ve never…?”

He shook his head once.

Oh. You were quiet. “We don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he said again. And then softer, with something almost aching: “You’re the only one I’d ever want it with.”

Your chest ached.

And for once, you didn’t tease him. Didn’t put up your usual wall.Instead, you kissed him again.

You ended up in his lap before you even realized it.

One second you were kissing him—soft, slow, like the world might shatter if you rushed it—and the next, your knees were straddling his thighs, blanket slipping off your lap, hands curled in the collar of his shirt as you breathed into each other.

The living room was drenched in warm shadows, candlelight flickering golden over the curve of his jaw, the sharp edge of his cheekbone. You could still hear the rain faintly outside, a low murmur against the windows—but in here, everything was still. Sacred.

Megumi’s hands rested uncertainly on your hips, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to touch you. Like he didn’t trust himself.

“You can touch me,” you murmured, lips brushing against his. “You’re allowed.”

His fingers tightened slightly, eyes darting up to yours. That bashful, quiet intensity—it made your chest ache.

“I don’t want to mess this up,” he whispered. “I don’t… I’ve never…”

“I know,” you said gently, and leaned in again, pressing your mouth to the corner of his. “That’s why I’m here.”

You kissed him deeper that time. Tongue teasing his lower lip, your body pressing closer. His hands slid up your sides hesitantly, under your shirt, skin to skin—and you felt the exact moment his breath hitched.

“You’re shaking,” you whispered.

“I know.” His voice was rougher now, quiet. “I just… I can’t believe this is real.”

You smiled against his lips. “It’s real.”

You tugged your shirt over your head, slow and deliberate, letting the fabric fall to the floor behind you. His gaze followed every movement, and when your chest was bare in front of him, he froze.

Not out of fear. Not discomfort. Just awe.

“…Fuck,” he breathed, eyes wide, voice barely audible. “You’re—”

“Don’t say perfect,” you said quickly, your voice light, teasing, trying to play it off. But your heart was fluttering in your chest like it was trying to fly away. “That’s such a cop-out.”

Megumi blinked like he hadn’t even thought of that word. “I wasn’t going to.”

You arched a brow. “No?”

He shook his head slowly, eyes still glued to your bare chest, your soft skin, the curve of you in his lap. Like he couldn’t believe this was real. Like you were something out of a dream.

“I was gonna say… unfair,” he said, swallowing hard. “Because I don’t know how I’m supposed to survive this. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You froze.

Not hot. Not sexy. Not fuckable, or a ten, or any of the things guys had always tossed at you like they meant something.

Beautiful.

It hit different. Like a bruise blooming in your chest—but soft. Warm. Gentle. You didn’t even realize you’d gone quiet until his hand came up, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek.

“Hey,” Megumi murmured. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you whispered, blinking quickly.

But the words were still echoing in your mind, messing with something deep inside you. Beautiful. Like art. Like something fragile and worth holding carefully.

No one had ever said that to you before. Not like this. Not with their hands trembling just from touching you. Not with eyes that looked like they were seeing straight through the act, the image, the attitude.

You looked down at him again—messy hair, bitten lip, flushed skin—and swallowed thickly.

“You mean that?” you asked, voice smaller than you wanted it to be. “That I’m… beautiful?”

His brows furrowed, confused by the question, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Of course I do. How could I not?”

And just like that, the ache in your chest cracked open into something warm, something terrifyingly tender.

So you kissed him—slowly, deeply, like it was the only way to say thank you without falling apart.

He kissed you lower, lips skimming the slope of your breast, and when you arched gently into him, he let out a quiet groan.

“Can I…?” he whispered.

You took his hand and guided it up, letting him cup you fully. His fingers twitched at first, then softened, kneading tenderly as his thumb brushed over your nipple. You exhaled, body melting into his, your hands cradling his jaw as you kissed him again—deeper now. Lazier. The kind of kiss that made time dissolve.

You tugged his shirt off next, fingers brushing over the hard lines of his chest and the pale bandages still wrapped around his knuckles. He tried to hide the way his breath hitched, but you felt it—felt all of him.

His chest was rising fast. He was hard beneath you already, straining against his sweats, and your hips shifted instinctively.

“Shit,” he whispered, fingers digging into your thighs as you rocked against him. “You feel…”

“I know, baby,” you breathed into his neck. “You feel good too.”

You rolled your hips again, slower this time, and his head tipped back against the couch. He looked wrecked already—eyes blown wide, lips parted, jaw slack.

“Can I…?” you asked quietly, your hand drifting down between your bodies. “Can I see you?”

He nodded, a little frantic.

You slid his sweats down carefully, watched as his cock sprang free—long, thick, flushed a dark pink at the tip, resting heavy against his stomach.

You paused. Blinked.

“…You’ve been hiding this?” you said, scandalized.

His cheeks flushed red, eyes darting away. “I didn’t think it’d—look good. Or be… enough.”

Your mouth fell open. “Enough? Baby, it’s a fucking blessing.”

He let out a broken laugh, but it turned into a groan when your fingers wrapped around him, stroking slowly. He was already leaking, the head glistening, and when you kissed his jaw again, his hips bucked helplessly under you.

You guided him to your entrance, your body already aching for him, but still—still—you paused.

“Are you sure?” you asked, voice steady. “This matters, Gumi."

His hands came up to cradle your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks. “I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

You sank down on him slowly.

The stretch burned a little, but he was so careful—hands trembling, voice breaking every time he whispered, “Wait, let me—are you okay? Is this too much?” And you kept kissing him through it, calming him, guiding him, grounding him.

When he was fully inside you, you paused, gasping against his mouth. He filled you so deep it was dizzying. You could feel every pulse, every twitch of his cock inside you, and he just stared—completely overwhelmed.

You rocked your hips steadily at first, letting him adjust, letting you adjust—but God, the way he filled you. Thick and hot and deep, every inch stretching you open, your breath hitching every time your hips met his. His hands had gone from trembling to clinging, fingers digging into your waist like he didn’t trust his own self-control.

“Fuck,” he whispered again, breath ragged against your collarbone. “You’re so warm. So tight. I can’t—”

“Don’t stop,” you breathed, grinding your hips down into him. “You feel so fucking good, Gumi.”

The nickname made his hips jerk up. Hard.

Your moan cracked in your throat.

He groaned—deep, guttural, wrecked—and buried his face in your chest. “Say it again.”

“Gumi,” you whispered, rolling your hips slow, teasing. “My Gumi.”

Something snapped.

Suddenly, his hands slid up your back, grabbing fistfuls of your hair as he sat up straighter beneath you. His mouth captured yours in a messier, wetter kiss—more tongue than technique—and the next thrust he gave you was sharper. Rougher. Deep enough to make your thighs tremble where they straddled him.

You gasped into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders. “F-fuck—what happened to being gentle?”

“I’m trying,” he growled, thrusting up again. “But you’re—shit—you’re making it hard.”

You felt his cock twitch inside you. You clenched around him just to hear the sound he made—half groan, half curse.

“Pretty girl,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. His eyes were glassy. Unfocused. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty—”

Your whole body shivered at the name.

“Say it again,” you whispered, breathless.

He kissed you. Nipped at your bottom lip. Then, rougher: “You’re so fucking pretty, baby. You’re unreal.”

That did it—you pushed at his chest, forcing him back into the couch cushions, and began to ride him again. Faster. Deeper. His hands gripped your ass, your thighs, your waist—wherever he could hold you steady—and he let you take control for a moment, let you ruin him.

“Gumi,” you moaned, voice pitchy now. “You’re so deep—I can feel you everywhere—”

He couldn’t take it anymore.

He grabbed your hips and flipped you before you could blink, laying you out flat across the couch cushions. Your legs parted instinctively and he slid back in with a broken groan, arms caging you in, head bowed over your shoulder as he thrust deep—really thrust now. Controlled at first, but strong. Heavy. The slap of skin meeting skin filling the dark room as you took all of him, over and over again.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, head tilting back, body arching. “Gumi—fuck—you’re—”

“I know,” he panted, sweat dripping down his temple as he buried himself to the hilt. “I know, baby.”

His mouth trailed across your jaw, your neck, sucking marks into the skin before pulling back to look down at you—your makeup a little smudged, lips parted, chest heaving.

“You’re unreal,” he said again, voice deeper now, like gravel laced with awe. “My pretty fucking girl.”

His thrusts picked up again—harder, faster, the kind of rhythm that had your legs shaking and your back arching into him. Your moans grew louder, ragged, and when his fingers dropped down between your legs again, circling your clit with messy, desperate pressure, you gasped so loud it echoed off the walls.

“F-fuck, Gumi—don’t stop—”

“I want you to cum first,” he murmured, his voice tight, almost pained. “Please. I need to feel you cum.”

“I’m—fuck—I’m close—”

“You can do it,” he said, his hand never slowing. “Come on, pretty girl. Cum for me.”

You clenched around him, legs locking around his waist as the pleasure crested—hot and deep and overwhelming. You came with a sharp cry, shaking beneath him, your nails dragging down his back as your orgasm shattered through you like a wave.

“Megumi—!”

He followed right after, gasping as he slammed into you one final time, burying himself to the base. You could feel him pulsing inside you, warmth spreading deep as his whole body tensed, then collapsed over yours in a breathless heap.

“Fuck…” he groaned, pressing his forehead to yours. “Fuck.”

You wrapped your arms around his back, still trembling, your body soaked with sweat, your pulse a wild thrum in your chest.

For a long, long moment, you just lay there, tangled in each other, still connected, still catching your breath.

Eventually, he kissed your temple.

“You okay?” he whispered.

You nodded slowly. “Better than okay.”

You turned your head and looked up at him, all flushed and wrecked, his lips pink, eyes heavy-lidded and soft.

“…You know you’re stuck with me now, right?” you said, voice low, a little smug.

He blinked down at you, dazed and smiling. “Good,” he murmured, brushing your hair back from your face. “Because I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

You smirked up at him, eyes gleaming. “Guess what, Gumi?”

He raised a brow, still breathless. “What?”

You grinned. “You’re not a virgin anymore.”

He blinked. Then rolled his eyes with the most offended expression. “Wow. So romantic.”

You laughed, nudging his chest. “I’m just saying—it’s official now.”

“Yeah, and you’re insufferable.”

“And you love it.”

He tried to scowl, but the soft curve tugging at his lips betrayed him. “…Shut up.”

You leaned up, kissed the corner of his mouth. “Never.”

He groaned dramatically, burying his face in your neck. “God help me.”

But he was smiling. So were you. Megumi walked slow, hoodie unzipped, the morning breeze cutting through the damp weight of his thoughts. He hadn’t slept much.

Not because you kept him up—though, god, the memory of your body under his hands, the way you said his name, how your lips had tasted like fire and sugar and something he knew would ruin him forever—that didn’t exactly help.

No. It was more than that. It was you. It was the softness.

The way you looked at him when you thought he didn’t notice. The way your voice lost its bite when you touched his face. The way you called him baby, like he meant something.

Like he was yours. He’d never had something like that before. Not with Miwa. Not with anyone. So now, walking across campus with the sky still gray from last night’s storm, he was thinking. Planning. Something stupid. Something soft.

A picnic. Flowers. Maybe a question about the dance—nothing cheesy, just… something real. Honest. You deserved honesty. And maybe, maybe you’d say yes.

He spotted Nobara by the vending machine, squatting like she was about to fight it.

“Yo,” he called, hands in his hoodie pocket.

She turned, eyes narrowing. “Why do you look like that?”

“Like what.”

“Like you just got laid and then went to therapy.”

Megumi coughed, looking away. “Shut up.”

“Oh my god.” Nobara straightened, grinning. “You did.”

He didn’t answer.

She laughed. “Finally. Thought I was gonna have to break the tension with a crowbar.”

He ignored her, kicking at a stone. “Hey.”

“What.”

“…Do you know if she’s going to the dance?”

Nobara blinked. “Who?”

He gave her a look. She raised a brow. “Oh. Right. Her.”

Megumi waited. Quiet. Hope tucked under his sleeve like a heartbeat.

Nobara sighed. Looked away. “She’s not planning on it.”

His chest sank. “Oh.”

Silence. Then her voice came, a little softer. “You like her?”

He nodded once. Didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to.

Nobara saw it—how he looked like someone waiting for a building to fall. How he was still standing there, trying to hold up hope with both hands even though it was slipping.

“She told me she didn’t like you like that,” she said, careful. Not cruel. Not cutting.

Just honest.

Megumi blinked. “…When?”

“A while ago.” Nobara’s voice was low. “Before you started tutoring her again. Before all of this.”

He looked at the ground. His hands tightened into fists inside his pockets.

You said that. You said you didn’t like him. And now?

Now he was standing here, remembering the way you kissed him, the way you called him beautiful, the way you came around him like you wanted no one else—and it all started to feel like a dream.

Like he’d misread everything. Like he’d built something out of nothing.

“Maybe she changed her mind,” Nobara offered, but her voice wasn’t convincing. “You know how she is.”

Yeah. He did.

You were a hurricane. Reckless. Sharp. Terrified of feeling too much, and even more terrified of being seen.

And maybe… maybe he let himself believe you saw him too.

But maybe that was the problem. Maybe you didn’t want to. Megumi exhaled, his chest tight.

“Thanks,” he said, voice flat.

Nobara opened her mouth, but he was already walking away. And the wind picked up again—colder this time. Like the storm wasn’t really over.

"Going to see my sister. Things got worse. I’ll be gone for a while."

Three days.

That’s how long it had been since you’d seen Megumi.

Not that you were counting. Obviously.

It’s not like you checked your phone like an insane person the second you woke up. Or reread his last text five times before class started.

It had landed like a rock in your chest. Not the message itself—just the simple way he said it. Like it didn’t kill him to write it. Like it wasn’t tearing him apart.

And he didn’t even say when he’d be back.

So you’d done what you were best at: pretending none of it mattered.

You went to school. You wore the shortest skirt in your closet. You handed in a pop quiz without crying over it. You even laughed at something Nobara said in chemistry without faking it.

Maybe that was the worst part. You were doing fine. Too fine.

You were perched on one of the picnic tables outside the school building, your platform heels kicked up on the bench, iced coffee in hand. The sun was warm, the sky blue, and your hair was freshly styled in waves that would make a shampoo ad weep.

You looked every inch the untouchable bitch.

But your chest ached in that quiet, hollow way.

“I swear to god,” Nobara groaned beside you, flopping down on the table with a dramatic sigh. “If one more boy breathes near me with Axe body spray on, I’m pressing charges.”

You snorted, sipping your drink. “Just bring a lighter. One flick and the entire boy's hallway will go up like a Christmas tree.”

Nobara pointed at you. “That’s why I love you.”

You smirked, then turned your head slightly, scanning the crowd near the school entrance. Your heart did that dumb thing again. Hopeful. Stupid.

But he wasn’t there. Of course he wasn’t.

Still. You asked, too casual. “Did you hear anything about Megumi?”

Nobara glanced at you, eyes narrowing just a little. “Nope. He texted Gojo, said he’s still out of town. Visiting his sister.”

“Oh.” You blinked down at your cup. “Right.”

Nobara let the silence hang for a beat, then elbowed you. “Anyway. Who cares about that—guess who I saw making out behind the gym?”

You leaned in, grateful for the distraction. “Tell me it was that weird art kid with the septum ring.”

“Worse. Fucking Haruna and that guy from the volleyball team.”

Your jaw dropped. “The one who eats chalk?”

“Yes, bitch!”

“Ew—what in the powder kinks is going on?!”

You both burst into laughter, the kind that made you feel weightless, for a second. The kind that made you forget there was an empty desk in third period with Megumi’s name on it.

And then Nobara leaned back on her palms, hair shining under the sun. “Are you okay, though? Like, actually?”

You raised a brow, defensive. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

She gave you a look. “Because your little emo virgin isn’t here, and you’ve been acting like that’s normal.”

You scoffed. “He’s not mine, Nobara.”

“Yeah,” she said, too quickly. “Tell your heart that.”

You rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. “You’re annoying.”

She smiled. “You’re lonely.”

You hated how that landed.

You hated how the air felt heavier again. Like the second you stopped pretending, the silence filled back in.

Because the truth was—yes, you’d been doing fine. You’d been acing quizzes. You hadn’t picked a fight with anyone all week. You hadn’t cried, or screamed, or done something unhinged to distract yourself.

But you missed him.

The silence wasn’t the same without his sarcasm. The walks through campus felt longer without him beside you. You’d even caught yourself reaching for your phone during study hall, ready to text something snarky before remembering—

He wasn’t here.

And you didn’t know when he’d be back.

You sighed, collapsing back on the table beside Nobara and covering your face with your hands.

“I hate this.”

“What, feelings?”

“Yes. Emotions. Vulnerability. All of it.”

She cackled. “You’re such a brat.”

You peeked between your fingers. “Do you think he’s okay?”

Nobara grew quiet, more serious this time. “I think he’s strong. And I think he’ll come back.”

You nodded.

“I just…” you trailed off. “I hope he doesn’t come back different.”

Nobara tilted her head. “You mean like you did?” You didn’t answer. Because she was right. You had changed. And the worst part? It was because of him. And he wasn’t even here to see it.

You were walking down the hall like you owned it. Because you did. Your skirt was short, your blouse perfectly pressed, and your gloss was fresh—mirror-checked and lethal. The heels clacked with just enough bite to announce your presence before anyone had the nerve to look up. Students scattered instinctively as you passed, like you were the final boss of the east wing. You liked it that way. But your phone had no new texts. No new messages. Still no him.

You’d waited all morning. Pretended not to glance at the school gates. Pretended you didn’t notice the empty space where he usually stood during break. Pretended you didn’t hesitate outside the chem lab he always passed on his way to third period.

You hated that he wasn’t there. You hated that you cared. But today, at least, you looked perfect while doing it.

You smirked to yourself as you walked, swaying your hips on purpose. If he was back and trying to avoid you, fine. Let him suffer. Let him see what he’s missing.

Your locker door slammed shut behind you with a sharp clack, and you turned down the hall like nothing was wrong, like you weren’t still aching a little behind the eyes.

You were halfway to class, halfway through adjusting your sleeve— And then it happened.

You didn’t scream when the hand grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside.

You didn’t need to.

You knew it was him.

The closet door slammed shut behind you, a jolt of darkness swallowing the soft light from the hallway. You barely had time to gasp before your back hit the wall, and then—

“Megumi—?” He didn’t answer.

His mouth was already on your neck, warm and hungry, breath rough as he kissed down the side of your throat like he couldn’t get enough. Like he’d been starved.

Your bag slipped from your shoulder and hit the ground. Your hand flew up to clutch at his shirt. “You’re—fuck—”

He pressed into you harder, body flush with yours, teeth scraping gently at your pulse point. His hands gripped your hips, fingers tight, dragging you forward like he wanted to crawl inside your skin.

You gasped as his thigh slotted between yours.

“You’re back,” you whispered, breath hitching. “You didn’t even say—”

“I know.” His voice was low, hoarse. “Didn’t want to talk.”

You opened your mouth, but then he kissed you—kissed you—like he couldn’t breathe unless your lips were on his. Tongue sliding hot and deep into your mouth, lips messy, desperate. Your knees went weak.

You’d missed him.

More than you realized.

You grabbed the collar of his uniform and yanked him closer, kissing him back with just as much fire. You could feel it in his body—the way he trembled against you, how hard he already was beneath his pants. You ground into him shamelessly.

“I missed you,” you said between kisses, your voice breathless. “Fuck—I was so mad—where were you—?”

“Thinking about you,” he muttered, dragging your shirt up, his mouth trailing lower again. “Every fucking day.”

You gasped as his hand slid down the front of your skirt, fingers quick and practiced despite the trembling. You grabbed at his hair, fisting it hard enough to make him groan.

“You couldn’t text?” you snapped, even as your legs parted for him. “You just show up and pull me into a closet like—”

“I’ve been losing my mind,” he growled, dragging your panties to the side. “You have no idea what it did to me—leaving you.”

Your head hit the wall. His fingers slipped between your folds, slow and teasing, and your breath left you in a moan.

“Gumi—”

“I kept thinking about you,” he muttered against your collarbone. “That mouth. That attitude. That fucking pussy.”

“Shut up,” you gasped, bucking into his hand.

“You want me to?” He curled two fingers inside you. “Or do you want me to bend you over right here and fuck you until you forget how to speak?”

You let out a broken whimper, hips rocking against him. “You can’t say that—”

“I will say that,” he said, voice sharp now, cocky in a way that made your stomach drop. “You think I haven’t been thinking about bending you over every surface in this school since the last time?” You moaned as his thumb rubbed circles against your clit. Your hands clawed at his back. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Yeah?” he grinned, finally tugging your panties down your thighs. “Still soaked for me.” Your skirt was bunched around your waist. He turned you before you could blink, one hand pressing hard between your shoulder blades to bend you over the low shelving behind you.

“Gumi—wait—” you started, but your voice broke as you felt his cock slide along your slit, thick and hot and already slick from your arousal.

“I’ve wanted this,” he said, grinding against you, not pushing in yet. “Wanted to take you from behind like this—just rip your attitude out of your throat. Hear what you sound like when you’re begging.”

“God, you’re such a little shit when you’re horny,” you gasped.

“And you love it,” he bit back. “Don’t lie.”

Then he pushed in—slow at first, then hard enough to knock the air from your lungs. You choked out a cry, gripping the shelf so hard your knuckles went white.

“Fuck—Megumi—”

He groaned low in his throat. “This pussy,” he hissed. “God, I missed this.”

He didn’t give you time to adjust. His thrusts started fast, deliberate—hips snapping against yours as the slap of skin echoed in the tiny closet. His hand gripped your waist, the other in your hair, pulling your head back so he could whisper filth into your ear.

“You feel even better than I remembered,” he growled. “So wet for me. So fucking tight. You let anyone else fuck you while I was gone?”

Your brain short-circuited. “What?”

“Answer me,” he said, thrusting harder. “Anyone else touch you?”

“No,” you gasped. “Of course not.”

“Good,” he grunted. “Because this pussy’s mine.”

You whimpered. “Say it again.”

He slammed into you deeper, and you could feel him hit that perfect spot—over and over. “You’re mine,” he said, panting. “My girl. My pretty little brat. Say it.” You were already falling apart.

“Yours,” you moaned. “Fuck—Gumi—I’m yours—”

“Louder.”

“I’m yours,” you cried, voice shaking. “All fucking yours—!”

His hand slid down, rubbing your clit again with messy, brutal circles, and you were already so close—hips stuttering, moans turning into high, broken whines. “I want you to cum for me,” he said through gritted teeth. “Make a mess all over my cock. I’ve been dreaming about this—about fucking you stupid.”

You nodded frantically, your whole body twitching as you chased it, falling over the edge like it had been waiting for you all week. You came hard, clenching around him, crying out his name as your knees gave out. He caught you with one arm and kept fucking you through it, chasing his own release.

“Fuck—you’re so perfect—so mine—”

You felt his cock twitch, and then he buried himself deep, groaning loud as he spilled inside you, his whole body shaking behind you, his breath hot on your neck. For a few long moments, the only sound was your panting, the heavy beat of your hearts in sync. He didn’t pull out right away. Just stayed there, hands on your hips, forehead pressed to your shoulder, his chest rising against your back.

Finally, you muttered, voice still wrecked: “You’re the worst welcome committee ever.”

Megumi laughed—soft, breathless, a little smug. “You missed me.”

You rolled your eyes, still panting. “Shut up.”

But your smile said otherwise. And his hand didn’t stop holding you. Not even when you turned around, leaned into him, and kissed him slow, like nothing else mattered. Because for once—it didn’t. The world had gone still.

You leaned weakly against the shelf, your skirt wrinkled, your knees barely steady, your heart still thudding somewhere near your throat. The air in the storage closet was thick with heat and the fading scent of sex.

And Megumi… Megumi was kneeling in front of you. Quiet. Focused.

His fingers were careful as he smoothed your underwear back into place, tugging the fabric up your thighs without meeting your eyes at first. You flinched instinctively—out of habit more than discomfort—but he didn’t stop. He didn’t tease. He just… looked up and adjusted the hem of your skirt with both hands, like it was normal. Like you were delicate.

You didn’t know what to do with that.

“Are you always like this after?” you asked, trying to sound smug but your voice cracked a little—too soft, too curious.

He stood, brushing hair from your face. “Like what?”

“Nice.”

He blinked. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

You shrugged. “Just… not used to it.”

Megumi looked at you for a second, eyes calm, unreadable. Then he reached up again, fingers ghosting through your hair, gently combing it back into place. You stared at him, thrown off by how domestic it felt. How natural.

“I missed a strand,” he muttered absently, flicking a tangle aside.

“You’re such a dork,” you whispered, but your voice was soft. Like you didn’t want him to stop. He finally stepped back, hands falling to his sides, and for a moment the silence stretched between you—thick with something unsaid.

“When did you get back?” you asked, quieter now. Like if you spoke too loud, the moment might break.

“This morning,” he said simply. “Didn’t want to go home. So I came to school.”

You nodded. Tried to think of something clever, something flippant, but nothing came. Instead, you just leaned back against the wall again and exhaled.

And then, after a long, aching beat— “…I missed you.”

His gaze softened instantly. “I missed you too.”

You looked at each other, not smiling, not joking. Just seeing one another. But then—

“I asked Miwa to the dance.”

parts, chapter 05

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