#they are friends and they might even...k...kiss... .

[bewitched-hours]

Forsaken | Astra dating alphabet challenge! (SFW Edition)

Idk I wanted to do something for Astra and figured I'd finally use one of the templates I made in the drafts of my askblog-

A = Affection (How affectionate are they & how do they show it?)

Astra is pretty affectionate by default but if you already got her to be vulnerable with you and showed her you'll be her safe place, she's be a lot more clingy. You've signed up for this and now you can no longer leave-

B = Best friend (Do they have a best friend their partner will need to get along with?)

She will never admit to it but 007 is her best friend in her eyes. He's the only other person she's been vulnerable with so either you accept that she'll be friends with him or you get out. There's really no other option.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Oh, this girly is a cuddlebug. Wether you or she initiates the cuddles, don't expect to be let go until either you or her has to get up. If she currently has her wings out, she'll additionally throw those around you as well so I hope you like weighted blankets!

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She doesn't know how to take care of a household at all. You're gonna have to teach her everything besides cooking(Elliot already taught her some basic stuff) and be patient about it. But she wouldn't mind the idea of "settling down".

E = Emotions (How do they express emotion around their partner?)

At first it'll be strained. She'll be her usual cheerful self and pamper you with affection. However, once she's more genuine with you, you'll start to tell the subtle differences that only 007n7 ever sees.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Astra has no issue with commitment. You'd have to teach her what marriage even is but otherwise she'll be open to any form of commitment you offer her. (She'd even agree to polyamory because she just sees it as more love to give)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they?)

Being an ex-deity, she's used to handling her connections with a certain gentleness. If you're a regular mortal, she'll be the most gentle version of herself because she sometimes worries that she might use too much strength one day and break your bones but if you're another deity, she'll only be as gentle as you are with her.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs from Astra feel like getting a weighted blanket wrapped around you covered in clouds. It's gentle, sweet and only tight if you've been apart for too long.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Almost immediately. Astra doesn't shy away from saying that she loves you and if you get flustered by it, she'll say it whenever she feels like making you feel special and will launch into a barrage of compliments if you try to shy away.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Astra doesn't show jealousy. The only way for her to get jealous is if you kept trying to spend time together but you were constantly dragged away. She doesn't show it but you might be able to spot a sliver of it when she softly asks the others to give you space.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss their partner? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kisses from Astra are usually soft and light, filled with giggles and praise to you. Make sure to return the praise but she won't mind if you want the kisses to escalate a little so it's more romantic. She'll adjust to give you the kisses you like though but maybe pepper her face in kisses if you want to get her flustered.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She has no clue how to act with children but finds them utterly adorable. She would never be able to take care of one for long though since she can't even remember being a child herself, technically.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Well... As an ex-deity, she technically doesn't need sleep. However, she'll be up early to prepare you something nice in the mornings and tries to wake you up with feathery-light kisses all over your face and soft little "Darling, get up~"'s

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Again, no sleep needed but she'll happily help you sleep if you want. She could easily lay there for hours just running her hands through your hair or humming soft melodies and she wouldn't get bored for even a second because it's you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It takes a while to get her to actually open up. You might even have to force it because she doesn't want to become a burden to anyone. But once the walls are down, she will tell you everything you ask for and only tell you more if it's relevant or- again- you ask for more.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

This girl doesn't have a single strand of anger in her as long as you're a good person. You could break stuff of hers and she'll just use wish magic to fix it and then tells you it just happens. However, attack her friends and break their stuff and she goes into mama-bear mode.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about their partner? Do they remember every little detail they mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I'll be honest... Astra is forgetful. She'll do her best to remember what you like and dislike but please be patient with her when she gets confused. She's lived for so long that such details tend to blur together or vanish from her mind altogether... But she still does her best!

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in the relationship?)

She definitely loves remembering your outings the most. Whenever you get the time to actually have a little date where you two get some privacy from everyone else and just get to explore what couples do. She'd find it fascinating to learn about couple activities during these dates and would try to remember things she's seen based on what you taught her so she can make you happier.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect their partner? How would they like to be protected?)

Astra would only get protective during rounds and that's to protect you from the killer. She doesn't mind however you choose to protect her but she trusts you to protect yourself when it's not a life or death situation. She'd only get protective otherwise if she sees you being a people pleaser and taking the discomfort others give you. She's the people pleaser, babes, not you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

First of all; Expect her to forget the anniversary. But when it comes to planned dates, gifts and everyday tasks, she gives it her all! She takes your preferences into consideration(as much as she can) and will plan ahead accordingly. Whatever she can do to make your time with her better!

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Lots of self-doubt. She hides it well but you can catch her while she's thinking about everything she perceives to be 'wrong' with her and how she doesn't deserve all the praise she's gotten. She also scratched herself a lot when this happens because her mortal vessel suddenly makes her feel a lot more trapped and like a caged animal. It's never visible unless you look at it up close in good lighting but please comfort her when you catch her.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Astra couldn't care how she looked, given that for one; she's a deity and for two; her vessel can shapeshift. She can give herself any look she desires but please don't ask her to shapeshift unless it's into animals or it's only shapeshifting her "extras(wings/ears/tails/horns/etc)" because then she'll wonder what's wrong with her usual appearance to make you wish her a new look.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without their partner?)

Nah. Astra might be clingy but she knows you're your own person. If you ask for space or personal time, she'll be off to do her own thing until you come to her again and tell her that she can be clingy again.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Astra knows when someone makes a dirty joke and it's a gamble wether she'll scold the person or laugh along.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Baseless Judgement. She wouldn't want to see any of her fellow survivors being judged and even with the killers it's more of a depending scenario because she doesn't like to judge someone without knowing enough to judge them on.

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

Like I said, Astra doesn't need to sleep but in the rare instances where she does sleep, it's like an ultimate sign of trust and she might even purr a little if you gently scratch at her scalp. She'll forever deny it though.

Did you know I have an ask-/rp-blog for my ocs? Go check it out sometime o(≧▽≦)o

[cloudcastor]

finally able to share some stuff i've been working on... featuring my two boys!!! david and leo :-)

[withlovemark]

“FLYING KISS”

pairing: childhood best friend! lee jeno x nerd! reader | genre: rom-com | words: 23k+

synopsis -> you and lee jeno go way back, as in diapers and all that. before he was known as the chill fuckboy, he was an all time nerd! just like you! tired of being a loser who can’t even get the guy you wanted, you badly needed tips and a makeover. who’s better to ask for help than your childhood best friend, who has proven that a nerd can be hot?

warnings -> guaranteed giddiness! pet name unlocked: bunny, two dumb idiots, jeno is a yearner!!!, slow burn? kinda but once it starts, it starts, mentions of: car crash, a deceased parent, too many side characters from other groups, +18, crude language, mentions of fuck-boys, parties, drinking, a fight between the boys, blood, a nasty cut, heavy on the smut! reader is a virgin, lots of fingering, oral (m+f), handjob, blowjob, mention of mutual masturbation, corruption kink, pop the cherry!, soft sex, exhibitionism, jeno is a dirty dirty boy with lots of dirty thoughts and a dirty mouth.

an -> the second installment of the loverboy series is yours! this one literally just flowed through me, i could not stop writing, squealing and giggling at this trope. i’m dreading leaving them behind. you do not need to read stupid cupid to understand this story but here are some important things to take note of: 1) jeno is the chill fuckboy, he does not like the whole hopping to one girl to another thing so he gets into a lot of meaningless situationships with girls he does not care about 2) jaemin is currently the only happily taken member of the dream fraternity, he calls his gf: angel. k, have fun reading, with love, c!

the library buzzed with the soft hum of university life filled with quiet chatter, the occasional laugh and the rustling of pages. there were small groups of friends in heated discussions, catching up on life or laughing over a joke. some were hunched over textbooks, deep in concentration, others were lost in their books, barely blinking, while a few had surrendered to sleep, heads resting on their arms. and, tucked away in the back, were the ones who thought they were subtle – furtive glances, sneaky touches, stolen kisses.

there was a place for everyone in the library and it was your favorite place in the entire world.

but right now, as you watch your long-time crush, third year business major, the soccer team’s mvp, jung sungchan, stick his tongue down a random girl’s throat, you can’t help but feel like your safe haven has been tainted.

the grip you had on your pencil tightens as your eyebrows furrowed at the scene that played out, jealousy taking over your features. out of all the places on campus, he had to choose your spot. you have half the mind to report to the librarian. you were already classified as the school’s nerd, why not add snitch to your dictionary?

“what’s that look on your face?,” your best friend’s voice pulled you back to earth, playful, as he plopped down on the seat next to you.

jeno has been fated to be your best friend way before you were even born. with your dad’s being the best of friends, it was written in the stars, whether you liked it or not.

but you liked it, and so did he.

if it wasn’t for jeno, you might have ended up a complete social outcast. thanks to his status and the fact that you were always seen together, people decided you were tolerably weird. you weren’t nose-picking weird or talking to yourself in the hallways weird, just…a little awkward.

and if it wasn’t for you, jeno probably wouldn't have made it into university to begin with. you tutored him in almost every class, every time he struggled with anything school related, he ran to you, from elementary school to university, you were practically his teacher.

they say university is supposed to be the place where you let go of your childhood self and finally grow up. yet here you are now, a third year student and you still haven't quite grown into the lady you were supposed to be. trends went over your head, fashion didn’t interest you and makeup was harder than your architect class. half your wardrobe was made up of high school leftovers, you were still sporting bangs that you had from middle school and you never really saw the point in “fixing yourself up.”

at least, one of you did — jeno somehow made his way into the dream fraternity and somehow earned the title the chill fuckboy. it was odd, seeing people start treating him differently. even odder when you started to see girl’s eyes follow him like he was some kind of lead in a main k-drama and then land on you with a confused gaze. like they couldn’t understand why he was friends with someone like you.

“nothing,” you say quickly, finally tearing your eyes away from sungchan and forcing your attention on the assignment in front of you.

jeno, not satisfied with your answer, followed your earlier gaze, a light chuckle slipping past his lips, “aww, does my little bunny wunny have a crush?,” he cooed, reaching over to pinch your cheek, his trademark eye smile on display.

bunny was the nickname he had given you when you both were eight years old. in some twisted doom, like you were always going to be life’s punching bag, all your baby teeth fell out at the same time, leaving only the two front teeth behind. these days, he throws in a ridiculous wunny at the end just to piss you off.

“shut up jeno,” you scowl, swatting his hand away and adjusting your glasses back into place.

he chuckles, unfazed, before pulling out his own assignments and settling in beside you. a comfortable silence draping over the two of you, easy and familiar.

but your mind was still reeling. you wanted, so badly, to be the girl who was kissing sungchan instead of the nerd he only acknowledged when he needed answers for a test. you wanted to hold his hand, to walk around campus with him, to be the one sitting in the back of the library.

you wanted to be the girl that people wanted to be.

your gaze drifts to your best friend. jeno hadn’t always been this effortlessly put-together, with his hair perfectly styled, clothes fitting him properly, and those annoying sculpted arms that somehow always had a girl clinging to them.

you’re reminded of a different version of him – the times when you had matching glasses, his head way too big for his body, the endless rotation of naruto and pokemon t-shirts he always had on and the way he would stutter every time a pretty girl would even look at his direction.

if he could grow into the handsome, confident man he is now, why couldn’t you?

and then, just like that, a lightbulb flickers on.

“...neno,” you call out to him, sweetly.

jeno eyes you with immediate suspicion, you only use that nickname when you want something from him, “what?,” he asks, an eyebrow raised.

“we’re best friends, right?,” you ask, innocently blinking up at him.

“is the sky blue???,” he shoots back, voice dripping with playful sarcasm. you ignore it, too caught up in the plan buzzing in your head.

“so, as my best friend, you’d do anything for me, right?,” you press, excitement coursing through.

he narrows his eyes, “that depends on what you’re about to ask from me,” he says, looking at you with a mixture of suspicion and mild horror.

“make me hot,” you say, dead serious.

jeno chokes on absolutely nothing, eyes going wide as the words hit him, “what?!.” he hisses, half-whisper, half-scream, as if you just confessed to a felony. a few heads turned your way and you can’t help but blush under the sudden attention.

“you’re so dramatic!,” you whisper, shrinking behind your books. all your previous confidence, going down the drain as you finally realized what you just asked him to do.

jeno charmingly waves, muttering his apologies until the curious stares faded and the library’s usual hush returned.

“y/n,” he said, suddenly serious, gaze locked on you, “what do you mean by ‘make you hot’?” his entire focus on you.

you sigh, heat crawling up your neck, “nevermind, jeno, it’s nothing,” you say, grabbing the nearest book, hoping to bury this conversation along with your pride.

before you could turn a page, jeno snatches it away from you, “hey, no secrets between us remember,” he said, gently but firmly.

you stared at the table, lips pressed into a thin line, weighing the embarrassment against the aching truth in your chest, “i just meant…help me be desirable, i’m tired of being a nerd, jeno. i just want someone to look at me and think i’m pretty,” you admit, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

“i think you’re pretty, bunny,” he says quietly.

you groaned, immediately burying your face in your hands. this was too embarrassing. you felt like you were fishing for compliments.

“ugh, you’re only saying that because you’re my best friend and our dads will literally kill you if you don’t,” you say, voice muffled by the table below you.

jeno chuckles lightly beside you, “i’m not just saying that.”

you sit back up slowly, looking him dead in the eye, “jeno, i’ve never been asked out, never held hands with someone, hell, i’ve never even kissed anyone,” you reason, head plopping back into your chair.

“—that’s not true!, you’ve kissed me,” he points out earning an eye roll from you.

“jeno we were 14 and i kissed you like how i would kiss my mom,” you say, “it doesn’t count,” you shut your eyes, silently begging the universe to erase this entire moment from existence.

but your words lingered in jeno’s head – the quiet desperation in your voice, the way your eyes had pleaded without meaning to and before he could even think twice, his mouth moved on its own.

“i’ll see what i can do,” he said. your eyes flew open, locking onto his with a sparkle that transferred over to his own.

“thank you, neno,” you grinned, ruffling his hair with a smirk, excitement bubbling through you.

he groaned in protest, batting your hands away but the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

a second later, his phone flashes on his side. one glance at the screen and he was already gathering his things, “gotta go, lia texted,” he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

you nodded, smiling up at him, “have fun, don’t get pregnant,” you teased.

he chuckled, messing your hair up on his way out, “no promises,” he winked, making your face scrunch up in disgust. the image of your best friend having sex was not appealing at all.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

after spending a couple of hours buried in his current situationship’s legs, jeno finally made his way back to the dream house.

the conversation you had in the library constantly playing in his mind as he quickly barges into jaemin’s room, “dude-i oh…sorry!,” his eyes widen, apologizing as he redirects his stare at the ceiling, but doesn’t make an effort to leave.

jaemin scrambles to wrap the blanket around his girlfriend, who is currently face down, ass up with his dick still inside her, “dude!, get out!?,” he yells furiously, throwing a pillow at him.

“i need to ask you something,” jeno says, making jaemin groan, “can you ask me later?, im busy,” he grunts, his girlfriend still clenching tightly around him.

“oh…yeah, sorry…hi angel,” jeno mutters out, a playful smile on his lips before leaving and locking the door behind him, hearing an embarrassed, muffled, “hi jeno,” from jaemin’s girlfriend, on his way out.

“learn to lock the door!,” he laughed from the other side, the sound of skin slapping resuming as he made his way down the living room.

for the past few hours, your words had been playing on a loop in his head. he wasn’t sure where to start or how to go about helping you. not because he didn’t want to but because he’d never realized you needed that kind of help.

sure, he noticed that there were never any boys around, other than him, but he thought you preferred it that way. always scowling in disgust when a guy tries to get near you or even breathe the same air as you.

and besides the fact that he wanted to repay you for always helping him without asking for anything in return, he’d always thought you were pretty.

when you were six, with a scraped knee, and tear streaked cheeks after falling as you chased after his hamster who escaped - pretty.

when you were eight, missing all your teeth except the two in the front, food always ending up smeared all over your face - pretty.

when you were eleven, threatening all his bullies to stay away from him or you would call your dad - pretty.

when you were fourteen and you kissed him because you were curious why your parents were always kissing - so pretty.

when you were fifteen, drowning in a pink puffy dress that ate you up whole - ridiculous, but pretty.

when you were sixteen, at your mom’s funeral, crying on his shoulder, not allowing anyone else near you but him - hauntingly pretty.

when you were eighteen and you both had gotten your acceptance letters for university, excitedly jumping around together - pretty.

when you were twenty and crashed his car because you thought there was a dog on the road, only for it to be the shadow of the tree you crashed into - annoying, but still so damn pretty.

as your best friend, he wants you to see yourself the way he saw you.

if this was what it took to help you finally claim your confidence, then he’d do whatever it takes to make sure it worked. whether or not this was about impressing that boy you liked, he didn’t care. he just wanted to help you feel more sure of yourself.

an hour passed before jaemin finally joined him in the living room, immediately punching him in the arm, “learn to knock,” he huffs out before sitting next to his friend.

jeno chuckles, rubbing his arm, “i didn’t see anything, promise,” he turns to his friend, “you better not have or i’ll literally scoop your eyes out and feed it to you,” his friend grunts making him scrunch up in disgust.

“that’s disgusting,” jeno comments, the mental image making both of them squirm before bursting out into laughter.

“so what did you need?,” jaemin asks as soon as their laughter dies down.

“i actually need your girlfriend’s help,” he smiles sheepishly, piquing the other boy’s curiosity.

“with what?,” jaemin asks.

“with y/n,” jeno says before jaemin nods, getting up to get his girlfriend out of his room and into the living room. the rest of the boys knew who you were, of course, and as jeno had requested, they all looked out for you.

jaemin’s girlfriend listens intently at the plan jeno had - a makeover. he knew he needed a girl’s touch since he didn’t really know anything about the work that girls put into themselves to make them look ‘hot’.

he could argue he thought they just came that way. just like how you have always been pretty.

“well, im kind of done with all of that makeover and stuff,” she briefly smiles at her boyfriend, “but i do know the perfect girl,” shes says smiling, as jeno notes down the girls’ name, paying her a visit.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

two days later, jeno came prepared. plopping down in his usual seat in the library, right next to you, armed with a notepad that was opened to the page:

operation bunny’s glow-up

step 1: the makeover

step 2: closet cleanse and wardrobe upgrade

step 3: posture, confidence and flirting 101

step 4: bunny’s party reveal

you blinked at the notebook in front of you, registering the words written in jeno’s extremely neat handwriting, “what is this?”

“this,” he said, tapping the page, “is how i'm going to help you,” jeno explains.

there were too many steps and you’re suddenly so very aware how ridiculous this actually was, “can we just magically skip to step four where i’m already pretty and perfect and partying?,” you sigh, already feeling exhausted.

jeno almost wants to scold you for thinking you weren’t already pretty and perfect but remembered this is why he was doing this in the first place. to make sure you know you were pretty and perfect.

instead he says, “nope, this is a full process. you asked for my help and that’s what you’re getting, no backing out and definitely no easy way out.”

the sternness in his voice made you realize how serious he was about this. “you’re really gonna do all this for me, neno?,” you ask, a hint of gratitude shining in your eyes.

“of course i am, that’s what best friends are for,” he shrugs, ruffling your hair once again.

which is how you ended up here, seated in a salon chair with the girl you met just a couple minutes ago, your best friend leaving you all by your awkward self with no other than — giselle, third year cosmetology major and one of the school’s hottest girls.

her preppy personality was overwhelming, confidence radiating off her like perfume. you had no idea how to interact with her, no clue how any girl could be so aware of her beauty and completely own it the way she did.

it’s almost unfair how nice she was too. hot, popular girls were supposed to be mean, rude, intolerable. that’s how they’re portrayed in every teen movie you’ve seen. but giselle is kind, easygoing, talked to you like you weren't several social status’ below her in the pyramid you’ve made up.

“alright, so we’re gonna make sure your hair frames for your face perfectly and get rid of all your split ends,” she explains, hands already in motion as she fluffs your hair out, moving it around, parting it here and there to visualize what looks best on you.

once she figured it out, she let out a satisfied hum and got to work. the scissors glide gracefully, almost like they were an extension of her fingers and you can’t help but be mesmerized.

“so, how did you and jeno meet?,” she asks, casually starting the conversation as her hands continue to move through your hair.

“uhm, our parents are best friends,” you mumble, trying not to sound as stiff as you feel.

“ooh, that’s fun!,” she comments and you’re not entirely sure if she means it or if she’s just trying to be polite. either way, you appreciate her effort.

“and you’ve never had a crush on him?,” she adds, eyebrows raised. the shock on your face is evident, the very idea of having a crush on your best friend making your stomach twist.

“uhh no, i’ve never seen him that way,” you reply, a shudder slipping down your spine.

giselle laughs, clearly amused, “i see,” she hums, “your best friend is hot though, you know?,” you smile up at her, nodding, blush creeping up your cheeks.

of course you knew people considered jeno hot but you’re not entirely sure you agree with that statement.

he was the same boy who was crying to you because his hamster escaped, the same boy who got his braces stuck in your sweater, the same boy who ran away when you kissed him, the same boy who almost cried when your acceptance letter came in the mail first, his nowhere to be seen until a week later – your best friend was cute, the same way a puppy was cute.

“soo, who do you think is hot?,” she asks, playful curiosity dancing in her eyes.

is this what girl talk is?

“uhmm,” you shy away under her friendly gaze. you’ve never really had anyone to talk to about boys. with your mom passing away at an early age and all your girlfriends more interested in their anime crushes than real ones, this kind of conversation feels like uncharted territory.

“don’t worry, i'm really good at keeping secrets,” she says, urging you to go on. there’s something about her aura that you trust. and you knew that if jeno didn’t trust her, he wouldn’t have left you alone with her in the first place. so for the first time in your life, you indulge in girl talk.

“i think umm…i think sungchan is hot,” you mutter, shy, eyes immediately darting to the floor.

she gasps, an exaggerated, delighted sound, “i totally agree” she says giggling, “you have great taste,” she giggles. then, leaning in with excitement, she whispers, “i’m gonna make sure sungchan falls in love with you.”

you glance at her reflection in the mirror and despite yourself, a smile appears on your face, giddy and a little disbelieving.

“and…we’re done with your hair!,” she announces, your focus darting at your own reflection. your eyes widen slightly. she made your hair look like what you would see in the magazines – sleek, soft, effortlessly perfect.

the change in your appearance already reflecting back at you.

“this is just the beginning,” she whispers again, a friendly smile displayed on her lips.

she gently reclines the chair you were sitting on then tilts your chin up with practiced fingers, her eyes scanning your face with focused curiosity as she takes your glasses off, “hmm, okay,” she murmurs, turning your face side to side. you can’t help but feel awkward, gaze drifting everywhere else, avoiding eye contact.

“okay…i’m just gonna clean up your brows, and wax a little peach fuzz if that’s okay?,” she asks, voice light and reassuring. you nod, unsure what all that means but trusting her anyway.

giselle gets to work immediately, a new tool in her hand, and wax paper placed on your upper lip and in just twenty minutes, she steps back, satisfied.

your face looks softer…more defined. more you, somehow.

“you’re so pretty, y/n,” she says warmly, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “and we barely did anything.”

the compliment hits you harder than you expect. pretty wasn’t a word you would ever describe yourself yet here is one of the most beautiful girls you’ve ever seen calling you that. tears sting the corner of your eyes before you can blink them away.

“c’mon,” she says, voice still gentle but laced with excitement, “we’re not done, grab your stuff, we're going somewhere.”

after spending exactly thirty-two minutes in giselles car, singing along to the radio and laughing at her endless stream of chaotic stories, which you thought was something you’d never ever do, you were now at the mall. more specifically, standing in front of a waxing salon.

you shoot her a nervous glance, eyes wide with suspicion.

“i figured you’d be more comfortable with a stranger you’d never have to see again,” she says with a casual shrug, and suddenly it clicks why you’re here.

you knew what a waxing salon was, you just never thought you’d voluntarily stepped foot into one.

“this is my go-to, they get everything and it doesn’t hurt that bad,” she promises, reassuring, and you swore you look like a tomato with how much you’re blushing.

when giselle said they get everything, she meant they get everything.

even body parts that you didn’t think would have hair on them, body parts that no one else has seen but your own eyes. you almost can’t believe you were in this position right now, but giselle was right – a stranger was better for this. the only thing keeping you from bolting was the comforting knowledge that you’d never have to make eye contact with the person who was currently in between your legs again.

after an hour and several compromising positions later, you were finally done. your skin felt smoother than a baby’s, which was honestly kind of mind-blowing.

giselle was waiting for you at the reception, a bag in her hand, her eyes lighting up as soon as she saw you, “okay!, so i got you a little starter kit filled with makeup, skincare and all the other essentials,” she said, practically bouncing, “let’s go back to my place and i’ll teach you how to use it!”

her excitement was infectious and you couldn’t help but smile just as wide – her bubbly energy sinking into your bones in the best way.

making your way to giselle’s bedroom, you notice how different your rooms were. while yours was covered with posters and music records from all your favorite bands, her’s was covered in magazine clippings of what you assumed are the most popular fashion trends.

while your shelves were filled with books of all genres, she had an entire shelf dedicated to makeup and skincare products. another filled with several handbags and shoes. you weren’t even aware that girls had to have that many.

“sit, my canvas,” she says, lightly teasing, pointing to the chair in front of her vanity mirror as she pulls things out of the bag she gave you.

“we’re keeping it simple, just the basics: primer, foundation, brows, blush, and lipstick of course.”

you nod like you understood anything she was saying. she caught the panic in your eyes and smiled softer this time, “don’t worry,” she said, uncapping a small bottle of primer, “i got you.”

she talked you through every step. primer, foundation, blending like your life depended on it. she filled in one of your brows and handed you the pencil, urging you to try it out yourself. you tried to mimic her, hand shaky, tongue slightly poking out in concentration. this was definitely harder than she made it out to be.

“you’re a natural,” she says, satisfied with your work and you can feel your confidence growing with every second you spend with her. it’s as if she was sharing the amount of confidence she had with you.

by the end of it, you stared at yourself in the mirror and barely recognized your own reflection. not because the makeup was dramatic, it wasn’t, but because you looked like someone who belonged.

like someone who chose how she wanted to be seen.

“there…you look beautiful,” giselle murmurs behind you, chin resting lightly on your shoulder, “i have one last thing for you,” she says, reaching for another bag and you’re not sure how you could ever repay her for all of this.

as if she could read your thoughts, she quickly says, “don’t worry about it, jeno paid for it”

“glasses can be hot, but the ones you have now, completely hides your face so…,” she pulls out two things, “first, i got you these silver ones, they’re smaller but they’ll sit on your face better,” she hands it to you.

you take them, fingers brushing over the smooth metal. the glasses were cute, not your usual style, but when you slipped them on and looked in the mirror, you instantly understood what she meant. they frame your features instead of swallowing them whole.

giselle pats herself on the back, clearly happy with her decision, “and if you’re feeling a little braver,” she trails off, pulling out the last item, “-contact lenses, i asked jeno for your prescription so those should be good, they’re pretty easy to put on too but just in case, i’ll message you a youtube video with step by step instructions,” she smiles at you, soft and sincere.

and you can’t hold it in anymore. her kind actions pull at your heartstrings as the dam breaks – tears sliding down your cheeks before you can stop them.

“thank you, giselle,” you say in full gratitude, voice thick with emotion.

“of course,” she whispers, her eyes matching yours as she pulls you into a hug.

“-now stop crying, okay, makeup is expensive,” she says, laughing as she wipes at her own damp lashes. you both burst into giggles, the room light again despite the weight in your heart.

and then a knock makes its way to her bedroom door, echoing throughout her room.

giselle quickly fixes your tear stained cheeks, “alright, if you ever need anything else, just let me know okay?,” she says, and you nod, thankful for her kindness.

“let's see what your best friend has to say,” she squeals as she rushes over to the door, swinging it open and revealing jeno on the other side.

you hadn’t even thought about how jeno would react or how other people would take in your new appearance. you suddenly felt extremely nervous. he was the first person who was going to see you like this — you wanted him to react well.

jeno steps into the room, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, expression casual until he sees you and suddenly he feels like every air has been knocked out of his lungs.

you have always been pretty but right now you look absolutely, breathtakingly, beautiful.

he realizes he’s been staring in silence for too long when he notices you shift in your seat, the words, “what?,” slipping from your lips, almost harsh, trying to sound casual.

he blinks a few times, gulping “n-nothing y-you just look–,”

“different?,” you complete his sentence, afraid he will start teasing you. his stare becomes more uncomfortable with every second of silence that passes.

“-r-really p-pretty,” he finally manages to say. a smile takes over your features, his compliment completely blowing away the feelings of doubt that were starting to cloud.

jeno almost wants to beat himself up for stuttering so much.

“ahh, my work here is done,” giselle beams, looking in between you with a knowing look only she knew the meaning of. she clapped like she’s the proud host of a makeover show, as she should. jeno clears his throat, immediately reminded that you both had an audience.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

a soft knock echoed at your dorm room’s door, followed by jeno’s familiar voice. when you opened it, you caught the tiny flicker in his eyes. he was still trying to get used to your new appearance. its been two days since giselle’s successful makeover and he still hasn’t fully adjusted to this version of you.

but it was time to start step two of the operation - closet cleanse and wardrobe upgrade.

“wait,” you say, squinting at him, “you’re the one that’s gonna look at my clothes?,” you say, bewildered.

what did jeno know about ladies’ fashion?

“yeah, who else would it be?,” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“i don't know, i thought you would’ve brought giselle or another one of your lady friends,” you mumbled as he casually made himself at home on your bed.

he grinned, flopping back against your pillows like he owned the place, “nope, just me, don’t worry…i know what looks good,” he says, a playful smile on his lips as you eyed him suspiciously, “and how exactly are you going to rate my clothes?,” you ask.

he shrugs, “i’ll figure it out as we go, now come on, show me what you got,” he says, making himself comfortable in your sheets.

truthfully, his rating was completely unscientific and wildly biased. he was judging your clothes based on the question: if a girl walked by in this outfit, would i say hi?

and he knows damn well that if you ever found out you were being styled based on his imaginary dream girl, you’d kick him right where the sun won't shine. so he kept that little detail to himself.

“ugh, okay,” you groaned, giving in as you started taking your clothes out of your wardrobe and holding them up for him.

jeno leaned back, arms folded behind his head, watching you with an amused glint in his eyes. he was way too comfortable in your space but then again, he always had been.

one by one you pulled clothes from your closet – the shirts you’ve had since middle school, some with funky patterns, others just straight up horrendous. pants with weird patterns and those that didn’t help accentuate your figure at all.

for once, you were thankful for being one of the lucky ones who didn’t have a roommate. no one else needed to witness this humiliation.

jeno, however, was getting the full show. he has never realized how bad your wardrobe was until now. each new item of clothing you pulled out seemed to be worse than the last. and then came the final blow.

the naruto and pokemon shirts. his oversized naruto and pokemon shirts. jeno’s jaw slacks open, like the very memory of those shirts carried his own personal trauma, “why the hell do you have those?!,” he blurted, sitting up like he’d just seen a ghost.

“your dad gave them to me when you outgrew them, i just kept them,” you shrug.

“burn it.” his voice was flat, non-negotiable.

“what?! no!, these are comfortable and i like wearing them to sleep!,” you defend, clutching the shirts like they were priceless heirlooms. jeno stares at you wide eyed, expression teetering somewhere between disgust and betrayal “you cannot let anyone see you in those,” he says, deadly serious, making you chuckle.

“stop being so dramatic, i bet if you wore these now, people would think it’s cool,” you say and jeno shakes his head furiously, like he can't even fathom the idea of ever wearing it again, “no, absolutely not, i’ve buried that version of myself. deep.”

“well, i’m not burning them!,” you declare, shoving the shirts deep into your drawer, making sure he can’t pull it out behind your back.

by the end of it you had two piles. the “i guess that’s okay” pile and the “don’t ever wear that again, that’s going straight to donation,” pile which was unfortunately about three times bigger.

“jeno, i have like no clothes left!,” you say, plopping down on the bed next to him, limbs heavy with defeat.

your room looked like it was run through by a tornado, clothes scattered in every corner.

without a word, jeno pulls you into his arms, fingers brushing your hair out of your face with an ease that only comes from years of friendship, “we’re gonna go shopping,” he murmurs against your temple, “it’s gonna be fine.”

you let yourself melt into his side with a sigh, “okay, but like…in five minutes, i’m too tired to even attempt being a hot girl right now,” he chuckles softly and you feel the sound more than you hear it, sleep tugging you under.

jeno lets his eyes flutter shut too, a small contented smile on his lips.

five minutes, she said. he’d give her ten.

ten minutes turned into three hours and you woke up with your legs tangled with the boy beside you, “neno,” you groaned, shoving him off of you, “you’re so fucking heavy,” you whine.

jeno slowly wakes up, blinking the sleep away as he sluggishly rubbed at his eyes, “fuck, what time is it?,” he says before reaching out for his phone and answering his own question.

it was only 6PM, still plenty of time to run to the mall and get you your new upgraded outfits.

and exactly thirty minutes later, jeno was dragging you around all the stores with the latest fashion trends. you didn’t even know your best friend knew these stores existed, “how do you know so much about this?” you ask him, eyeing him suspiciously.

he shot you a grin over his shoulder, “well, i do listen to every girl i talk to, you know” he points out and you’re reminded of the fact that your sweet, nerdy best friend was also one of the university’s hot, sexy, fuck-boy.

you rolled your eyes, “gross.” you still can’t believe he even has that reputation. wanting to smack yourself every time you get reminded of it. how could your glasses-wearing, braces-clad, cried-over-a-hamster best friend turn into some kind of lady killer? it didn’t feel real.

“hey, it’s called research,” he teased, “gotta keep them interested somehow.”

he grabs a shopping cart, pulling at everything he thought looked nice on the mannequins, as well as a couple of pieces of clothing that fit his previous criteria.

you follow him around like a lost child. you don’t even remember the last time you had a shopping trip and bought something for yourself. you were usually only here to buy gifts or if you’re forced to buy new underwear.

after a while of aimlessly wandering as jeno does all the work, you find yourself in the dressing room, a shopping bag filled with clothes in your arm.

now here you were, staring at your reflection in pure disbelief. the first matching outfit jeno picked out was a tiny pink skirt and an even tinier pink crop top that left your midriff exposed, “uhhm, jeno i dont know about this one,” you say from the other side of the door, nervous.

“step out, let me see,” he says, patiently sitting outside of your dressing room stall, voice relaxed, clearly unbothered.

slowly, hesitantly, your fingers hover over the lock before unlocking the door, debating on whether or not you should let him see you in this ridiculous outfit that is showing way too much skin than you’re used to. before you could completely psych yourself out, you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself before finally swinging the door wide open, revealing the outfit to him.

jeno looked up and almost choked on air.

the outfit definitely hugged your curves in all the right places, made your skin glow and your legs look longer, and god, yes, he would definitely go up to you and say hi if he saw you at a party.

but then he thinks about all the other boy’s who would also go up to you and say hi and do god knows what else and the thought almost knocks him out.

“yeah, that doesn’t look comfortable, i don't like it,” he says a half lie. you quickly agree, relieved, as you go back into the dressing room to try on your next outfit.

jeno feels hot.

the air was too thick and he wanted to dunk his head in cold water to remind himself that this was you.

he shakes the thoughts away. these are thoughts he shouldn’t be thinking about, especially with his best friend. but it was no use. because the next time you stepped out of the dressing room you were wearing a white skirt a little longer than the last one and a light blue top that covered what needed to be covered but was just enough to exude that sexiness he liked in a girl and he swore he needed to get into a bathroom. now.

“this one’s a bit better, i could actually wear this,” you comment, innocently looking at him through those silver glasses that makes your eyes pop out, a small smile on display and all he could do was nod, “yeah…t-that one’s nice,” he says, disguising his stutter under a fake cough.

you smiled, pleased with his answer, and he felt his stomach flip.

he was in so much trouble.

this torture went on for a good fifteen more outfits, tiny side comments coming from him while his sanity continues to slip just a little more. his pants feel more restricted every time you walk out dressed in the cutest outfits that looked like they were made for you.

the worst ones were the ones you liked. the ones that made your eyes twinkle in the mirror and made you smile like you were finally starting to see yourself the way he saw you – absolutely beautiful.

there’s a million f words running through his head.

why the fuck did he think this was a good idea? why the fuckity fuck didn’t he just ask giselle to add this to her makeover process? why the fuckity fuck fuck did he throw all those tiny tops and short skirts into your basket? why the flying fuckity fuck fuck fuck shit fuck are you so fucking pretty? and more importantly – what the actual fuck are you, his best friend, doing to him?

after a long three hours of internal screaming – it was finally over.

you emerged from the mall looking like you’d just won a game show, all smiles and sunshine, bubbling with excitement, happy with the outfits your best friend picked out for you while jeno trudged behind you, hauling ten full shopping bags, half amused, half in pain.

he drove in near silence as you yapped on and on about your makeover with giselle, every detail you hadn’t had the chance to spill yet now tumbling out all at once.

in the middle of your yapping session, you noticed the boy wasn’t as active as he usually was, no silly side comments, no teasing remarks.

“neno..,” you sweetly called out to him and jeno nearly swerved.

god, the things that nickname did to him.

“you okay?,” you asked, eyes flicking over to him.

“yeah bunny, just tired,” he said with a small smile, trying to play it cool.

“that was a lot of shopping for a guy, y’know?” he glanced at you quickly, then back to the road, “keep going, tell me more about your day with giselle,” he says.

you eyed him for a second longer, as if trying to read him, then picked up right where you left off.

he dropped you off and made sure you were safely in your room. before he could leave you surprised him by reaching out and pulling him into a hug. with your arm tight around his waist, face pressed against his chest, you let out a soft sigh, “thank you, neno, sorry for taking up so much of your time.”

jeno chuckles, gently smoothing your hair down with one hand, hoping you don’t realize how fast his heart was beating, “you can never take too much of my time, bunny, you know that” he says, reassuring you.

you look up at him, with that sweet, grateful smile that’s currently driving him crazy, “you’re the best best friend in the entire world,” you say, before leaning up and pressing a sweet, innocent kiss to his cheek.

jeno should’ve been used to it.

you’ve been kissing his cheek ever since you were five years old and playing in the mud together. he argues today just wasn’t his day.

maybe it was the outfit? maybe it was the soft curve of your smile? or maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t had sex in so long (two days) it was affecting his logic?

whatever it was, that little peck nearly sent him spiraling.

“go and rest,” you said, pushing him towards your door and out of your dorm room, “thanks for shopping with me,” you ended the night with a lopsided grin before shutting your door as he finally made his way out.

he didn’t go home right away. instead he found himself at lia’s place, hands roaming and mind elsewhere, trying to exorcise whatever the hell was clawing at him from the inside out.

he kissed her like he meant it, touched her like he was desperate – because he was. so, so desperate for release. he fucked the shit out of her, releasing all his sexual urges as he guiltily pictured you in those tight, revealing outfits.

pictured you smiling up at him having absolutely no idea the effect you left behind. pictured your sweet voice calling him that nickname you gave him when you were fourteen before you stole his first kiss.

and when he finally finished, breathless and sweaty, staring up at the ceiling of a room that wasn’t his, next to a girl he barely knew, all could think about was: what the actual fuck is wrong with me?

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

the easy part of this transformation was over — the shopping spree, the haircut, the subtle change of your appearance had all been external.

you could already feel the power your new look gave you. for the first time in your life, you realized that pretty privilege wasn’t just some exaggerated social theory. it was real. you felt it in the smallest gestures.

on your way to the library, retracing steps you’ve taken hundreds of times before, everything felt a little different. the way people intently held the door open for you, even if you were still several steps away. the way they’d immediately made space for you in the elevator. and the way someone had already rushed to help you grab a book from the top shelf – you used to have to drag the ladder with you just to get it before.

however, just because life became a tad bit easier, doesn’t mean you felt comfortable.

what had once been comfort in invisibility was now replaced with the pressure of being seen. you weren’t used to the lingering glances or the compliments or the catcalls — it made your skin crawl, making you want to hide under the table until everyone leaves.

when jeno finally walked into the library, his eyes landed on you immediately. you wore a soft white top with jeans that finally hugged your frame and a light blue cardigan around your shoulders, collarbones out for display. it was one of the outfits you bought last night.

the guilt on his shoulders felt heavier as he was reminded of what he did — what he thought of.

forcefully shaking the thoughts away, he quietly sits right next to you. his gaze drifts to your legs anxiously bouncing under the table. a sign that something was clearly bothering you. gently, he placed a hand on your knee. you flinched slightly, then looked up at him, your expression distant – like you just realized he was there.

“bunny, what’s wrong?,” he asks, voice low and tender, threaded with concern.

“they’re all staring, jeno,” you whispered, almost like you didn’t want the words to exist.

he looks around the room, noticing the way everyone was too deep into their own worlds and while he didn’t see anyone obviously gawking, he knew it didn’t matter. it wasn’t about them. it was about what you were feeling inside.

“no one’s staring, bunny,” he murmured, voice delicate, like handling glass.

he knew better than to dismiss it. he recalls what it was like when he stepped out without the comfort of his thick-rimmed glasses and oversized t-shirts for the first time. remembers the way his heart was pounding in his chest, afraid of the judgments he might receive. he didn’t need to guess what you were feeling. he’s sure you were battling the same internal conflict right now. but just like how he got through it, he knows you will too. he’ll make sure of it.

you shut your eyes, taking a deep breath, “sorry,” you whispered, exhaling like the breath had been stuck in your chest all day, “im just- being paranoid, i’m not used to people noticing me,” you say softly.

“that’s okay,” jeno said, a warm smile blooming on his face as his hand moved to your back, rubbing slow, soothing circles, “that’s our lesson for today.”

jeno gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze as he set his bag down beside you, “okay bunny, first thing’s first is it’s all about your mindset,” he taps his head, pointing to his brain and you can’t help but giggle at the silly antics.

“im serious,” he insisted, lips twitching into a smirk, “if someone stares, don't spiral and think ‘they’re judging me.’ instead think ‘i look good, that’s why they’re staring,’” he says.

your eyes pop out of your head, he says it like it was so easy, “doesn’t that sound a little too egotistical?,” you said, nose wrinkling.

“not egotistical, just confident,” he counters, “there’s a difference.”

you gave him a skeptical look but he was already sitting up straighter, leaving no room for arguments.

“next is posture, stop hiding behind your books and sit straight, shoulders back, chin up,” he demonstrates.

you copied his posture, finding his seriousness amusing as you rolled your shoulders back, “like this?,”

“yeah,” he nodded, approving, “you already look more confident”

you laughed quietly, already feeling silly, “i feel like i’m pretending to be someone i’m not,” you point out.

“well, confidence is pretending, at first anyway,” he replied, shrugging, “eventually you start owning up to it, it starts becoming comfortable.”

you studied your best friend for a minute or two. there was a time where he would hide behind his books as well, would even hide behind you. you realized now that his change didn’t just come out of nowhere – it wasn’t just a random growth spurt. it was something he’d worked on, something that took time and practice, just like you were doing now. you wondered how he ever managed to do this alone.

“and the most important thing to know, bunny,” he adds, voice gentler now, “you’re allowed to take up space, don’t ever apologize for being seen.”

you carried his words with you, tucking them somewhere deep, somewhere that had always longed to hear them.

you sat there in silence for a beat until jeno shifted beside you, nudging your arm lightly, “okay,” he said, eyes glinting with a mischievous spark, “time for your first assignment.”

you turned to him, instantly suspicious, “assignment?,”

he nodded, already scanning the room, “see that guy by the window,” he points to possibly the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen reading a worn copy of the hunger games: catching fire. you recognize him. you’re pretty sure he was in your elective art class.

“you’re going to flirt with him,” jeno smirks and your eyes almost bulge out of your head.

“you’re joking! that’s hyunjin,” you whisper, head whipping toward jeno.

“so?,”

“so, he’s…he’s too cool and i don't even know how to flirt!,” you whisper-shouted, hands flailing helplessly at your sides.

he chuckles, “you were the same girl who threatened to beat up my bullies when we were 11, you’re telling me you’re afraid of a boy now?,” his smile is playful, lightly provoking you. and when you don’t reply, he knew you knew that he was right, “just compliment him, smile, say he has nice hands or something.”

your mouth fell open, staring at him in horror, “that’s so dumb, jeno. what if he thinks i'm hitting on him?”

“...you are hitting on him,” he said slowly, like it was obvious.

you groaned, dragging your hands over your face, “i’m not comfortable with this.”

“that’s the point. confidence doesn’t grow in comfort zones,” jeno says and you wonder when he’s gotten so wise. usually you were the one who had these motivational words ready for him.

staring down at your lap, nerves buzzing like static in your fingertips, you take a moment to think it through. you glanced back at your best friend, he was already looking at you proudly – like he believed in you more than you believe in yourself.

you let out a breathy laugh, the absurdity the situation weighing on your chest, “if this ends in disaster–,”

“it wont,” he cuts you off and you knew there was no way to back out of this situation. besides you were the one who asked him to help you. slowly, you got up from your chair, taking a deep breath and making your way towards the boy.

“hi, hyunjin,” you start off quiet, timid, slightly afraid.

hyunjin darts his eyes away from his book, looking up at you, “hey” he replies. when you don’t say anything else right away, he shifted in his seat, “did you need anything?,” he says, an awkward smile on his lips.

you swallowed hard, nerves tangling in your throat, “i uhm…just wanted to tell you—you have nice hands!,” you say, a little too cheerful for your liking. you were internally screaming. curse jeno for putting that in your head. you actually can’t believe you used it.

he blinked. then a soft laugh escaped him, not mocking, but surprised, amused. “oh? uhm, thanks?,” he said, a playful glint in his eyes, “i like what you’ve done with your hair,” he compliments, leaving you shocked.

“what?”

he points vaguely in your direction, “you got a haircut, right? it look’s nice.”

you blinked, stunned into silence for a second too long. “thank you,” you finally breathed, cheeks warming instantly.

you didn’t realize he noticed you before. let alone remember you enough to notice a change.

“you’re welcome,” he smiles and you awkwardly wave goodbye.

you made your back to jeno, so certain that you looked like a tomato. dropping into the seat beside him, burying your face in your hands, “that was so embarrassing,” you mumbled through your fingers.

jeno tried to hide his laughter behind his fingers, afraid to be called out by the librarian for being too loud, “you actually told him he had nice hands,” he wheezed.

“shut up!,” you groaned, “that was your fault!,” you swat at his arm, “my brain just – stopped working.”

jeno calms himself down, sitting up straighter now, the teasing falling away just a little, “yeah, but you did it…and he talked to you, noticed your hair, said he liked it.”

the memory of hyunjin’s compliment flickers in the back of your mind and a small swell of pride flutters in your chest, “he did, didn’t he…,” a shy smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

jeno nods, eyes full of tenderness, “see? you’ve never been invisible,” he points out.

the words settle over you like a warm blanket and for a moment you just sit with them, the weight of the realization sinking in.

“i still felt like i was going to pass out though,” you admitted, a thin, embarrassed smile on display.

“that’s okay, confidence is scary,“ jeno said simply, “but the more you practice, the easier it’ll be,” he sends you a warm smile, never making you feel like these feelings were wrong.

without thinking, you leaned into his shoulder, seeking the steady comfort he always gave you, “thanks, neno,” you breathe out.

he freezes for a second, just for a second, before bumping his head lightly against yours, “anytime.”

then he pulls back just enough to grin mischievously, “now, go back to hyunjin and say something a little less awkward.”

“wait? right now?!,” you whip your head toward him, horrified once again.

“yes, right now…go,” he’s already pushing you up and out of your seat, laughing under his breath as he watches you stumble forward, nerves buzzing anew.

trying to ignore the way your heart pounds against your ribs, you walk back up to hyunjin, this time with a bit more confidence, capturing his attention once more.

“actually i…i wanted to say that’s a really good book,” you nod toward the hunger games book in his hand and hyunjin lights up instantly.

“right?, i’m on my third re-read,” he says excitedly.

with a casual gesture, he pulls out the chair next to him inviting you to sit as you talked about the masterpiece that is suzanne collins and the hunger games trilogy. the conversation went on for a good twenty minutes, it was easy and light and fun, a little playful sometimes. you lose yourself in the exchange, forgetting the nerves that once clawed at your chest.

when hyunjin bid his goodbye, you practically floated back to your seat. your heart was pounding in your ears but in the best way possible. you can’t believe that just happened. you usually only talk to people in class, if you’re required to.

jeno watched you. watched that twinkle in your eye appear, your smile beaming as the conversation continues and it’s the first time throughout this whole process that he sees the change.

you were slowly bringing back the girl he knew. the girl you lost along the way. the girl he always knew was still there, just waiting for a reason to shine.

when you returned to him, he can’t help but tease you just a little bit, “look who’s suddenly ms. social butterfly,” he grins, earning an eye roll from you as you tried to wipe the giddy smile off your face, “shut up”

“no seriously,” he says, leaning forward now, resting his elbows on the table, “twenty full minutes, i was about to send a search party,” he smirks.

“always so dramatic,” you huff but your smile betrays you, “i didn’t think it’d actually go that well,” you admit, cheeks still pink.

“you flirted, you sat down, talked about hunger games lore like it was natural…if i didn't know you, i’d think you do this every day,” he smirks.

you narrow your eyes, “are you mocking me or hyping me up?,” you say playfully.

“why not both?,” he shrugs, clearly enjoying himself. his tone softens just enough to say, “but seriously bunny, im proud of you,” and you smile at him like he just handed you the stars in the sky.

“thanks…i feel kinda…good.”

“confidence will do that to you,” jeno says, nudging your foot under the table.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

the next few days turn into a full crash course in flirting 101 with lee jeno.

one afternoon, he dares you to make eye contact with the cute guy handing out flyers in campus, not just a glance, real eye contact. it sounds simple but it makes your palms sweat. you were able to managed a flirty smile too and when the boy stammers mid-sentence, jeno practically fist-pumps the air behind you.

another day, he made you strike up a casual conversation with the barista at the cafe. told you to be a little playful, a little flirty. you passed with flying colors, only stumbling over a few words, the barista writing his number on your cup as well as giving you an extra cookie “on the house.” you nearly skip back to jeno, face lit up like christmas morning.

each small win builds on the last, stacking slowly, steadily until the idea of putting yourself out there and owning up to your confidence doesn’t seem so scary anymore.

through it all, jeno watches with the same steady pride adoring the fact that you were learning how to take up space and shine again.

but then comes the moment that even he isn’t prepared for.

it’s a warm afternoon, golden light slanting through the library windows, when jeno leans over the table, a mischievous glint in his eye, “alright, new assignment.”

you smirk at him, accepting his challenge, “what now?”

he tips his chin toward the entrance where sungchan – tall, charming, the boy you’ve had a quite, hopeless crush on for years – walks in, balancing a coffee and his bag slung casually over one shoulder.

the air is knocked out of your lungs and you suddenly feel dizzy, hoping jeno doesn’t follow through whatever he had in mind.

“sungchan,” jeno says, making your heart skip a bit. he grins, already knowing the effect he has on you, “go invite him to the dream frat party this weekend.”

you stare at him like he’s grown two heads, “are you insane?!, that’s sungchan!”

“which makes this the perfect challenge,” he teases.

you open your mouth to protest but jeno cuts you off with a nudge on your arm, “c’mon show me you’ve learned something,” he mocks playfully.

you groan dramatically but your feet somehow move anyway, heart pounding so loudly you’re sure jeno can hear it from where he’s sitting. you were determined to show jeno (and yourself) that you have completely embraced the confidence.

you gather every shred of courage you have and cross the room toward the boy who inspired this whole glow-up.

sungchan looks up just as you approach, his smile lighting up the whole room. you send him a smile – a little flirty, a little too sweet.

“hey,” sungchan says, voice warm, “you’re in my psych class, right? you always ace every test”

you blink, a little thrown by the fact the he paid attention to you, “oh yeah, that’s me,” you say with a soft, bashful laugh, earning a chuckle from the boy in front of you.

he leans against the shelves a little, eyes raking over you in a way that makes your stomach twist. it’s not the uncomfortable kind of stare you’ve been learning to dodge lately. it’s something softer, curious, warm. like he’s seeing you for the first time.

“you look different today,” he says, tilting his head, studying you, “—in a good way.”

you feel the heat rush to your cheeks but you force yourself to stay steady, remembering everything jeno has taught you.

“thanks,” you manage, giving him a more playful, more bold smile, “maybe you just weren’t paying enough attention before.”

this surprises him, eyebrows shooting up before a slow, impressed grin stretches across his face.

“maybe i wasn’t,” he admits, the easy charm in his voice sending your heart into a full sprint.

for a second, neither of you moves. the space between you humming with quiet tension – intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

you clear your throat lightly, breaking the spell, “come to the dream frat party this weekend,” you say it like it wasn’t an invitation. wasn’t a question. didn’t give him any room to deny.

sungchan’s grin turns teasing, a spark lighting in his eyes, “am i coming as your date or…?,” he leans toward you, trailing off, leaving the question open, playful.

you bite back a laugh, finding just enough courage to meet his gaze head on, “i guess you’ll have to come to find out.”

he stares at you for a heartbeat longer. you’ve definitely piqued his curiosity. and then he laughs, easy and alluring, “okay beautiful, you’ve convinced me. i’ll be there,” he whispers for only you to hear before sending you a wink and walking away.

back at the table, jeno watches. something inside him shifts. it’s subtle, a small, tight pull low in his chest but it settles in bitterly.

he pushes it away, refusing to acknowledge it because this wasn’t supposed to matter. he wasn’t supposed to care about anything but seeing you happy.

you make your way back to him, beaming, “he said yes!,” you practically squeal, dropping into your chair like your knees might give out at any second.

jeno chuckles, reaching out to ruffle your hair, a familiar, easy gesture that suddenly feels heavier than it should.

“of course he did, you’re impossible to say no to,” he tries to tease, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes and you’re too giddy to notice any of it. you bat his hand away, cheeks flushed and full of life.

jeno is forced to swallow past the uncomfortable lump rising in his throat.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

tonight is the dream fraternity’s party.

the night where you finally put everything you’ve learned, everything you’ve worked for, to the test. this was it. the final step in your glow up and you felt that electric sense of anticipation crackling just beneath your skin.

you were done waiting. done watching from the sidelines.

you were ready to let loose, to fully step into this new version of yourself.

you stepped into the house, the air thick with excitement. a tight white dress clings to your body, a bold choice you would have second-guessed before. you ditched your glasses for the night, switching it with the contact lenses giselle gave you — embracing the braveness.

this time, when you notice the stares, the double takes, the whispered comments, you don’t shrink back. you don’t flinch. you let them wash over you, feeding the fire inside you.

all those lessons with jeno clearly worked. that change in mindset was all you needed. the attention makes you glow. makes you feel powerful.

looking around the room, you searched for your best friend before finally spotting him in the corner at the back, near the kitchen.

you send him a tiny wave, he sends one back, excitement bubbling through you but before you could make your way towards him, a hand on your arm stops you.

“y/n! you look so pretty oh my god!,” giselle screeches over the loud music, a smile beaming on her face as she pulls you in for a tight hug. she was clearly already intoxicated, her balance a little wobbly but her energy still infectious.

“c’mon,” she says, already dragging you around the room with her, “you have to meet my friends!”

you happily followed her around, giggles escaping your lips, nervousness falling away with every step.

before you know it you were three shots in, dancing with the girls – giselle, somi, and angel, who you already knew before as jaemin’s girlfriend.

the music was loud, your laughters were louder.

and for the first time, you aren’t overthinking a single thing.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

when jeno saw you walk into the front door, it was like time had slowed down, like a thousand cherry blossom petals had burst into the air around you, everyone else blurring into a side character of your story.

you have always been pretty. always been beautiful. but tonight, you were absolutely radiant.

and it wasn’t even the dress, though he can’t deny how much he loved the way white clung to you, soft and luminous.

it was the way you walked around the room with your head held high. the way you glowed with every step, not shying away under anyone’s gaze. the way your smile beamed.

you weren’t hiding anymore.

you have finally stepped into your own skin, finally brought back the girl he knew.

in that moment, it wasn’t just the girl standing in front of him that he saw. it was every version of you that was always beautiful – the girl that was the first one out of the house, chasing after his hamster. the girl that didn’t care if she only had two teeth left, she would still eat what she wanted. the girl who was fighting bullies three times her size just to protect him. the girl who was brave enough to kiss him first. the girl who learned to pick up the pieces.

when you waved at him, he felt like he was on cloud nine. it felt like he had stepped into his shoes all those years ago – a boy hopelessly in awe of the only person he ever wanted to see him.

and when you started walking towards him, it was like his lungs could no longer function. you stole every breath he had.

but before you could give it back to him, giselle pulls you away, spinning you into the chaos of the party, leaving jeno standing there, fighting the urge to follow.

“was that, y/n?,” jaemin says, popping out from nowhere, almost giving him a heart attack as he clutches his chest.

he punches the boy in his arm before confirming that it was in fact, you. jaemin looks at him with a knowing glance. he recognizes the familiar twinkle in jeno’s eye.

“wow,” jisung comments from his other side, making him pause.

when did all his friends show up?

“she looks really hot,” jisung adds, eyes following your figure across the room.

a devilish grin appeared on jeno’s lips and in one quick motion, he had jisung under his arm, ruffling his hair, “no, no, no…not the hair hyunggg!,” he struggled from the older boy’s grip before jeno finally released him.

“point taken, won’t say anything about her ever again,” jisung pouts, fixing his hair back into place.

“i don’t know what you mean,” jeno smiles playfully, “i just wanted to play with you.”

chenle chuckles from nearby, “oh definitely, it’s totally not because you’re possessive and way too protective of y/n,” he points out.

“i am not possessive,” jeno argues, his voice defensive, “protective, sure, but she’s my best friend guys, our parents will kill me if something bad happens to her,” he says.

“she’s also a grown woman,” renjun points out, “you can’t keep pushing away every guy who thinks she’s hot, you know?”

“im not pushing away every guy!…just you guys,” jeno protests. he would never let any of his friends touch you, knowing what he knows.

there’s a pause as the group stares at him, “mhm, cause her really tall, really muscular, really intimidating, doesn’t smile at anyone, guy best friend being by her side almost all the time isn’t pushing away any boys,” haechan adds, teasing.

“it’s not my fault those boys don’t have the balls to ask her out,” jeno mutters, looking at mark for some support, hoping that he’d somehow take his side and tell the others that they were being ridiculous.

mark shrugs in a don’t look at me kind of way and jeno can’t help but groan in defeat.

“well, that boy definitely has the balls,” jaemin nods towards the dance floor as jeno follows his line of vision, his eyes immediately on your figure once again.

you're still with the girls but this time, sungchan and a few other guys from the riize fraternity have surrounded you, laughing and chatting with you.

“shouldn’t you get your girlfriend, jaemin?,” mark asks casually, “i know that wonbin guy has a thing for her,”

jaemin just laughs, completely unbothered, “nah, he doesn't stand a chance,” he says, sipping from his drink as the boy’s laugh.

but jeno knew that sungchan definitely had a chance with you. nothing is funny.

sungchan leans in close, whispers something in your ear and you were laughing. the laugh he thought was only reserved for him. he feels his fists clench up on his sides.

“you gonna push him away, jeno?,” haechan teases by his ear, a smirk playing on his lips, earning him a punch right on the stomach.

“shut up,” he says, haechan clutching over, his laughter mixing with his pain. he totally deserved that.

“c‘mon jisung, let’s find your girl for the night,” haechan manages to say in between choked breaths, before he dragged jisung and mark out of the room, resuming their fuckboy101 classes.

jeno watches as sungchan and you continue to talk, his gaze never wavering from the two of you. every inch of him wants to march over there and pull you away but he doesn’t. instead, he stays rooted in place, his eyes burning holes in the back of your head, feeling his pulse quicken in ways he can’t explain.

lia, his current situationship, walks up to him.

“okayy, that’s our cue,” chenle whispers before all the boys dispersed leaving jeno alone.

he doesn’t even greet her, doesn’t make an effort to say hi, eyes still glued on your figure.

“hi handsome,” lia drags her hands up his shoulders, settling on the back of his neck, her lips finding the side of his jaw.

it all happened so quickly.

one second you were still with the girls, the next sungchan dragged you to the side, his lips on yours. jeno’s jaw clenches. his heart dropping.

he needed to stop looking. he needed a distraction.

he finally acknowledges the girl clung to his neck. she reeks of alcohol and vape smoke. jeno turns to kiss her anyway.

he let’s lia drag him up the stairs, taking one last look at you. he let’s her lead him into his bedroom. let’s her strip off his clothes.

he knew you were going to be okay, knew you could handle your alcohol after many beer nights with him and he definitely knew that you were too smart to get yourself into any real trouble.

he can’t ruin this night for you.

“fuck me like you did last time,” lia whispers in his ear, trailing kisses down his neck, “fuck me like you mean it,” her hand travels down, wrapping around his already hard cock and jeno did.

he fucked her like she was all he needed. abused her hole, used her to release all his sexual tension, trying to push away the image of you from his mind.

but he found that every time you appeared, the better it felt and soon he was clenching, body shaking, his orgasm taking over as he came…with your name spilling from his lips.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

bunny: come over please it’s an emergency.

jeno was banging on your door in under eight minutes of that text. which was absolutely ridiculous considering the fraternity house was a twenty minute walk away from your building. a million thoughts were racing in his head.

what happened after he left you at the party that constitutes this emergency text? were you hurt?

you swung the door open, perfectly intact. no tears, no bruises, just you – in shorts and one of his your oversized naruto t-shirt, blinking at him like he was the one being ridiculous.

side note: it’s insane how you manage to make that shirt look sexy.

he exhaled hard, one hand bracing on the doorframe as he caught his breath.

“did you run here?,” you ask, stunned, noticing the sweat dripping down the side of his face.

“you said it was an emergency,” he shot back, chest still heaving.

you offered a sheepish smile, “sorry, come in,” before walking into your room. jeno followed, shutting the door with a soft click.

“what happened?” he asked, eyes scanning you again, just to be sure, as he sat on the edge of your bed watching you pace back and forth.

“sungchan kissed me,” you tell him.

he blinked, processing, he knew that. he saw you. the reminder leaves a bitter taste on his tongue. he pushes it away, playing the best friend card once more.

“that’s good? right?,” he says cautiously, cursing the fact that he was your best friend right now and had to listen to you talk about another guy, “that’s what you wanted?”

“yeah but,” you swallowed, embarrassment already creeping up your neck, “but i didn’t know what to do!”

“what do you mean?,” he asks dumbfounded, “you just…kiss him back.”

“it’s not that simple, you weren’t there – i panicked! i-i froze! i was too into my head and then i just – i ran,” you ramble, cringing as you relived what happened last night.

a snort escapes jeno before he could stop it.

you narrowed your eyes, “don’t laugh!, it was so humiliating, i can’t believe i ran away like a literal child!,” you groan in your hands.

he tried to control his expression but the corner of his mouths betrayed him, eyes twinkling with amusement, “y/n, it’s not a big deal, you were nervous,” he reassures, “just tell him you were drunk and then try again, it's not the end of the world,” he says it so easily – like you didn’t just go through the worst moment of your life. and that’s saying a lot considering you had a dead mom.

“that’s the problem, i don’t know what i'm doing, i always thought when it happened i’d just know but i didn’t,” you whine in frustration, pulling at your hair.

he must be crazy to think you’d get a different result if you went up to sungchan now and kissed him. you’re almost sure the same thing would happen.

“you’ll be fine next time, you’ll be prepared for it,” he says. the thought of there being a next time makes you panic.

“will i?,” you cut in, “what if i freeze again?,”

“you won’t”

“you don’t know that.”

he opened his mouth to argue, but you beat him to it.

“can you teach me?,” you said, voice quiet.

jeno stills, looking at you with wide eyes like he almost couldn’t believe what you just said – “what?”

“teach me,” you sat next to him, eyes locked on his, “add a step five, teach me how to kiss, teach me how to–” you couldn’t bring yourself to say the other things, the dirtier things you wanted to learn, “–how to do other things,” you mumble.

his jaw tensed. he can’t believe what it is you’re truly asking from him. teaching you how to kiss was already absurd but teaching you how to kiss for another man? it makes him want to throw up.

“bunny –no. i don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“why not?,” your head turns like a genuinely curious puppy.

“because best friends don’t–,” he faltered, “we don’t cross that line.”

“but it’s not like that,” you looked up at him, voice softening, “it’s just…practice.”

he didn’t move. didn’t blink. he can’t fathom the fact that he was actually starting to entertain the idea.

“it’s for educational purposes…just another step in the glow up,” you added, looking at him with those innocent eyes that makes him want to give you the moon, if you asked for it.

his throat worked as he swallowed, holding on to the last bit of restraint he had, “we can’t,” but it came out too quiet, too unsure, his resolve breaking with every second.

“neno,” you whispered, eyes locked on his. it’s not fair and you know it but you’ve already convinced yourself that this is necessary. that you needed to be taught.

“please…you’re the only one i feel comfortable with, just so i could learn, so i could know what to do when these things happen and i don’t make a fool of myself again,” you say, your tone low, almost pleading.

jeno’s breath hitches in his throat. he must be crazy or maybe you truly have him wrapped around your finger because now his eyes are flickering down to your lips and he can’t look away.

he realizes just how close you actually were and just like that, everything else blurs.

he leans in slowly, cautiously, searching your eyes for any flicker of hesitation.

you remain still, you don’t move, you don’t pull away. just watching him, a mixture of quiet excitement, nerves and something warmer, something softer, spreading through you like wildfire.

“just for practice,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against yours.

“just for practice,” you breathe back.

and that was all he needed to finally close the final inch – kissing you slowly, carefully.

it hits him instantly. fireworks. the same ones he felt when he was fourteen. the same one burned at the back of his memory. all this time he thought it was just because it was his first kiss, that feeling never once coming again. but here it is. bright, real and alive in his chest.

and this time he sees it for what it is – it’s you.

he feels you stiffen up and he pulls away softly, “don’t think about it too much, just follow my lead, okay, bunny?,” the once innocent nickname leaves you feeling hot, your heart pounding in your chest as you nod.

his hand makes his way to your cheek, warm and gentle, brushing the soft skin just beneath your ear, the small smile on his lips bringing you a sense of comfort as you as he pulls you back in. lips melting in his. you gave in, shutting the rest of the world out and only focusing on the boy in front of you.

jeno tilts his head, deepening the kiss as you follow his every move. his tongue licks your bottom lip, begging for entrance as yours part on instinct. body reacting before your mind could even process what was happening.

you kiss him back – not perfectly, not practiced but with all the pent-up wonder and want you’ve never let yourself say out loud. it was so natural with jeno. like you were always meant to be kissing him.

you can taste the faint mint of the altoids he always had, feel the heat radiating off his skin.

the makeout session grows heavier and heavier as you continue to keep up with him, learning to breathe through your nose.

you shift slightly and your knees brush, thighs pressing together and suddenly you’re aware of how close you have gotten. the lack of space between your bodies is dizzying. your fingers curl into the front of his shirt, wanting him even closer.

as if he could read your mind, jeno moves his hand from your neck to your waist, fingers splaying wide, grounding you and then in one swift motion, like you had absolutely no weight, he pulls you into his lap.

you gasp softly into the kiss and he swallows the sound, “sorry,” he murmurs against your lips, not pulling back. he was completely lost in you. in this feeling that only you could give him. he swears he could kiss you for hours and it still wouldn’t be enough.

“don’t be,” you shake your head, straddling him now. your hands find his shoulders, wrapping around his frame and threading through his hair. he kisses you harder now, less careful, lips moving in a messy rhythm, teeth clashing.

almost like it had a mind of it’s own, your hips instinctively grind down on his clothed bulge. the action sending jeno into a frenzy, a strangled groan transferring from his mouth to yours, his hold on your waist tightening.

the sound was so addicting, so intoxicating and it wraps around your head like a sweet drug.

you do it again, not entirely sure what you want to achieve but it felt good. it feels like a million butterflies flying in your stomach. there’s a growing tension in your belly that you can’t pinpoint. the feeling is new, exciting, hot.

jeno was right there with you, every boundary, every line he tried to draw was completely vanishing.

his lips trail down to your jaw, then lower, to the edge of your throat and you tilt your head back with a soft breath. your heart’s pounding. his is too. you can feel it, fast and erratic against your chest.

“y/n,” he grunts your name, like a warning – hoping you would stop him because he no longer couldn’t.

“what were the other things?,” he asks you, eyes completely blown out as he looks at you with a kind of hunger. and when all you do is grind against him once more, leaning into his touch, he’s decided he wants to see you on your knees.

“lesson number two, you’re going to suck my cock,” he whispers in your ear. the vulgar words make you feel hot, your body clenching, “do you want to learn that, bunny?,” he says, voice raspier, teasing, waiting for your go signal.

you nervously look up at him, all you could do was nod, an innocent glow in your eyes and jeno swears he could bust right there.

he reaches for one of your pillows, placing it on the floor beside your bed, “get on your knees,” he gently commands. you’re quick to follow, almost like you were in a trance. jeno tugs his sweats down to his ankles, his bulge prominent in his boxers and you can’t help but stare.

“go ahead, bunny, touch it,” he says. you almost can’t believe this is the same boy who was hiding behind your back, crying, every time the older kids would tease him.

this situation was absolutely ridiculous but that doesn’t stop your hand from wandering. following the outline of his cock as you palm him through his boxers. jeno lets out a hiss, the friction already fucking with his head.

“you can take it out,” he says, almost pleading. carefully you push his boxers off, his cock springing free, slapping against his thigh. you can’t help but gulp at his size, “i-its so big,” you say, making him laugh.

“thank you,” he says with a smirk on his lips and you playfully roll your eyes.

“what do i do?,” you look up at him, waiting for the answer. his eyes darken, that simple question snapping something inside of him. you were so innocent. so pure. and he was about to corrupt you.

he gently grabs your hand, redirecting it to your mouth, “spit,” he orders and like an obedient student, you follow, spitting in your hand.

“you can do anything, you can squeeze it,” he says, making you wrap your hand around his cock. your hand looks so tiny around his member and jeno almost just wants to skip this lesson entirely and fuck your hand dumb but he contains himself.

large hands envelop yours as he guides you on what to do, squeezing just the right amount.

“you can pump it up and down,” he says, guiding your hand to slide up and down his throbbing cock. he releases a sigh of pleasure, the warmth of your hand already making him weak.

“you can twist,” he says, twisting your hand around his cock, “you can put your mouth on it…lick it, swallow it, just keep the teeth away,” he smirks and you take a mental note of everything.

jeno releases your hand, giving you the space to experiment on his body. you’re excited, nervous but excited. you wanted to be good at this.

slowly, you continue his previous ministrations, pumping his cock up and down, squeezing and twisting your hand, just like how he showed you. jeno can’t help but let out a shaky breath, and you’re worried “does it hurt?,” you ask.

“no, bunny–feel’s really good, j-just go faster, please,” he begs.

it was sweet torture – how slow you were going, how much you were edging him on and you weren’t even aware of it. you pick up the speed, giving into his request and jeno grunts, his elbows coming in contact with your bed.

his cock looked so pretty, red and swelling, leaking.

your mouth exploringly wraps around his red tip and jeno curses under his breath, “fuuuck, oh my god.”

your confidence grows, feeling your pussy twitch at the sight of him. clenching your thighs, wanting some sort of relief. the sinful sounds he was making goes directly to your senses — the same sound you heard earlier but clearer now, more desperate, more whiny, and it knocks the breath out of you.

your hand continues to pump him, as you start sucking. you wouldn’t describe the taste of his cock to be good or sweet or like candy but it was addicting — it makes you want more. especially when every swipe of your tongue was accompanied by a breathy groan from him. it fuels you.

you take more and more of his length in until you could no longer fit him in your mouth and slowly you start bobbing up and down. his grunts and groans becoming more frequent.

jeno can’t do it anymore. this teasing was killing him. and the worst part is that you don’t even know how much you were affecting him.

his hand finds it’s way to your hair, gripping lightly, controlling the pace, increasing the speed, until you were choking, gagging, tears brimming in your eyes, “s-sorry bunny, it just f-feels so good,” he growls, thrusting his cock down your throat.

it was too much. he was too big. but you don’t care. you shut your eyes tightly, fighting the urge to gag as he continued to hit the deepest part of your throat.

this image of you on your knees, spit drooling all over your chin, tears in the corner of your eyes as you take what he gives you is absolutely heavenly.

jeno feels the coil about to snap, his breaths coming in heavy pants, thrusts getting messier and messier.

“o-open your eyes, bunny,” he orders. he wants you to see it. wants you to see him unravel. wants you to know how good you’ve been for him.

“p-play with my balls,” he instructs. your hands immediately follows through, squeezing him just where he needed it. heat travels all throughout his veins as he pulls you off, not wanting to force you to swallow his cum.

and then he falls apart – hard.

jaw going slack, eyes rolling back as his body fell into your pillows, abs clenching, cock pulsating. his cum shoots out of his tip, messily squirting everywhere, orgasm completely washing over him.

you watch him fall apart and you’re absolutely mesmerized. he looked so beautiful. so fucked out. and there’s that knot building in your stomach that you still can’t quite place.

you lick him clean, swallowing every drop that has landed on his stomach, his thighs, everywhere.

jeno’s eyes shot open as he tried to slow his breathing, slowly sitting back up, watching you clean him up like he was your last meal.

“how does it taste?,” he smirks and you look up at him through your damp lashes, “not very good,” you smile, earning a laugh from both of you. he guides you back up, as you stand in between his legs.

he lifts the naruto shirt off your body, leaving you in your light blue bra, flower patterns detailing it, “cute,” he playfully smirks and you suddenly feel embarrassed, arms protectively going across your chest.

“nu-uh don’t shy on me now, this was your idea, remember,” he says, before pushing your hands away and placing a soft kiss on the flesh on top of your breasts, looking up at you. your breath catches in your throat. that knot in your belly growing and growing making you push your legs together.

jeno notices.

“you did such a good job,” he compliments you, licking and sucking the skin of your breasts as he continues to look at you. your hands find comfort in his shoulders, stabilizing yourself.

“i did?,” you ask, “mhm, you’re such a good girl…made me feel so good,” he groans in between your breasts before traveling lower, placing a soft kiss on your stomach. his dirty talk has your mind reeling, feeling weak in the knees.

“-and good girls, must be rewarded,” he says, his fingers making their way to the hem of your shorts, squeezing the fabric between his fingers.

“how do you like being touched?,” he asks, softly, waiting, looking up at you.

“what?,” you ask, blush creeping up your cheeks.

“when you touch yourself, how do you like it?,” he asks, littering your stomach with soft kisses, his tongue lightly grazing on your skin.

“i-,” you stutter, “i-i dont,” you say, embarrassed of your lack of experience.

“what?” it was his turn to be surprised, gently sitting you on his thigh, like you just said the most ridiculous thing in the world.

sure he knew you were a virgin and had zero experience with men but you had to have touched yourself before? there had to be some part of you that gave in to the desires of the night and experimented?

you groan, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, “i-i’ve tried but nothing ever happens and i just feel silly with my hand down my pants,” you reason out and that very image alone makes his cock twitch again.

you were going to kill him.

“so you’ve never fingered yourself? never had an orgasm?,” he asks, completely shocked.

“i don’t even know how i’m supposed to do that,” you shrug.

“ok,” jeno says, taking it all in.

he thinks for a minute or two before he finally comes to a conclusion.

you stole his first kiss, it was only fair he stole your first orgasm. right?

“lesson number three, i’m teaching you how pleasure is supposed to feel like.”

his strong arms lift you up, making you squeal at the sudden action before he turns around, gently laying you on your bed.

jeno gets rid of his shirt, throwing his remaining piece of clothing over his head and holy fuck…your best friend is hot. his abs are on clear display, his semi-hard cock hung to the side, and you feel very hot as his gaze focuses back on you.

“when did you get those?,” you ask, fingers ghostly dancing over his six pack, trying to push away the nerves you were feeling.

he chuckles before leaning over, body trapping yours, lips finding that spot he left off of, as he continues to trail kisses on your stomach. your body can’t help but react, arching towards him. his fingers tugging on your pajama shorts.

“let’s take this off, bunny,” you comply, hips raising up, shorts sliding down your legs and you almost curse yourself at the underwear you decided to wear – a white one with cute little brown bears all over it.

jeno smirks, “really mature choice of underwear,” he teases and you scowl, “shut up, jeno,” you say, trying to hold onto the little pride you had left. he chuckles until he spots the dripping arousal your underwear has collected and something inside him shifts.

he wants to ruin you…so bad.

“look at you, bunny,” his voice drops an octave deeper, “already so wet and i haven’t even touched you,” he kisses the inside of your thigh and you feel your pussy clench, “you don’t even know what we can do with all this, huh?,” he says, gazing up at you. you watch him, as he got up, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

jeno’s hands wrapped around his cock and you tense up, “neno, are we about to have sex?,” you ask, your voice soft, timid, a hint of fear – it drives him absolutely nuts.

“no bunny, i won’t take that from you,” he says softly, “just want you to feel something, okay? just a little clit stimulation,” he explains and before you could even ask him what that means his cock was inside your underwear — collecting all your juices, tip hitting your clit over and over again as he slides up and down your wet folds.

“ohhh,” you release a sigh of pleasure, eyebrows furrowing as you try to understand this new feeling.

“feel’s good?,” he says, smirking at you.

“y-yeah,” you manage to breathe out and jeno absolutely loves the way your face was contorting.

he was playing a dangerous game with himself and this is supposed to be all about you. all he wants to do is insert his tip. just the tip. before he could lose control he stops, pulling his cock out of your underwear.

“why’d you stop?,” you ask, frustrated, already missing the lack of contact.

he chuckles, “my fingers will feel better,” he says for his own sanity.

he finally tugs off your underwear, the cool air hitting your pussy, before his thumb starts circling around your sensitive bud – rough, slow, precise circles that elicited a loud moan from you.

you slap your fingers across your mouth, surprised at the sound you made.

“don’t do that,” he orders, grabbing your fingers and latching it onto his before bringing it up over your head, a strong hand keeping it there, “want to hear you moan, bunny,” he whispers, sucking that sensitive spot just below your ear, earning another breath of moan from you.

your body arches up towards him, hips raising to his touch and he knew you were ready for more.

“gonna stick a finger in,” he warns, not giving you time to respond as his digit slides inside your hole, making you tense up, “relax,” he places a soft kiss on your lips, distracting you from the stretch, “it’s okay,” even with your dripping arousal, you were so so so fucking tight. he didn’t even know it was possible for someone to be this tight.

with a tiny bit of force, he pushes his finger in through your walls, “gonna make you feel real good, bunny,” he soothes as you slowly relax into his touch.

“gonna add another okay?,” he says and you just nod, trusting him completely. this stretch is definitely larger, and you find yourself biting down your lip. his fingers were so thick.

he slowly, gently thrusts them in and out, giving you time to adjust, “it’ll feel real good soon,” he seals with a kiss to your lips as he continues to stretch you out. fingers scissoring your walls until your pussy finally sucked him in.

the feeling of having something inside you was entirely new, strange, and you’re still trying to figure out if it felt good or not. but then jeno curls his finger and that knot in your stomach is rising faster and faster.

you want to know what happens when it finally breaks.

“ohh…neno,” you breathily moan, the pain completely morphing into pleasure. your walls completely adjusting to him, “please” you plead, not entirely sure what you were begging for.

your sweet, innocent, delicious moans of his name awakens something in him.

“im gonna eat you out now,” he tells you.

before you could protest, the idea of it making you feel embarrassed, he was already in between your legs, sucking on that spot that makes your eyes roll back.

“ohhh fuck, jeno,” you cry out, his tounge lapping up your juices, swirling around your sensitive bud, fingers still curling inside of you.

“neno, s-something’s happening,” you say in heavy pants, your breathing becoming shakier.

“p-please,” you beg, eyes wide, jaw going slack as you start panting, your hands gripping his hair, trying to ground yourself.

that coil in your stomach is hanging on by a single thread.

jeno looks up at you, he can feel you coming to a close. your walls pulsating around his fingers. he decides to finally send you over the edge, fingers rubbing fast, harsh, circles around your clit as the other continues to hit that sweet spot.

“let it happen, bunny,” he whispers, “let go…come all over my hand,” your best friend’s voice was the final push.

the thread snaps. the knot breaks.

you came crashing apart, stomach clenching, toes curling, eyes rolling to the back of your head. vision slipping into absolute darkness, feeling like you were floating.

jeno coaxes you through your orgasm, letting you ride out every wave. the sight of you unraveling drives him completely insane and it takes every nerve of self control to not ram his cock into you.

“such a good girl, bunny” he praises, littering kisses along your jaw, slow, reverent, like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you. your breathing is erratic, chest rising in short, shuddery pulls as you come down from everything.

he shuffles around your room quietly, grabbing a clean towel out of your bathroom before making his way back to your bed, gently cleaning you up.

your eyes flutter open at his touch. your best friend’s smile greets you, safe and warm, “you okay?” he asks and his voice is too tender. too full of something you don’t see.

“t-hat,” you clear your throat, a weak laugh slipping out, “that was a really fun lesson,” you smile, still caught in your daze.

jeno smiles back at you but it’s hollow and empty and he hates himself for smiling at all.

reality slaps him in the face, something in him crumples as he’s reminded that all of this – all the care, all the closeness wasn’t for him. it was all just for practice. a rehearsal for someone else. and now he’s drowning in the realization that he’s just the one you trust, not the one you want.

he’s helping you be prepared for another man, still pretending like it doesn’t kill him.

he almost wants to kill every man in the world for you to finally see him.

he stands, needing to put space between you, between what just happened and everything he’s feeling. but you catch him.

“where are you going?,” you ask, when he pulls his clothes off the ground, pulling his sweats up, getting ready to leave.

“back to the frat”

“jeno, it’s late, just stay the night,” you say, casually, easy. like it’s nothing. like it’s normal. like he didn’t just get a taste of something he’ll never recover from.

and it should’ve been easy. it should’ve been nothing. it should’ve been normal. he has stayed countless nights before.

but it’s not easy. it's not nothing. and it’s definitely not normal.

“please,” you say, moving over, making room for him and patting the space he usually took up.

jeno hesitates for a second or two before doing the one thing he never does if you were any other girl — he crawls back into your bed, your sheets and pillows molding to the shape of his body.

you immediately curl into his chest like it’s instinct. filling in that space that’s always been yours. legs tangle. skin touches skin.

it feels normal but it’s not. not with so little between you. not with everything unsaid.

jeno holds you close like he always does but this time he wonders if it’s the last. the sound of his heartbeat lulls you to sleep but he stays awake, eyes fixed on the ceiling, counting the cracks in his heart, wondering how much longer he can survive being just your best friend.

his fingers thread gently through your hair, slow and careful, memorizing the feel of you beneath his touch. the familiar scent of your strawberry shampoo wraps around him, soft and warm and absolutely cruel. it smells like home, like comfort, like everything he’s always wanted.

and then, in a voice so quiet it barely disturbs the silence, he whispers into the night air, words only for the moon to hear:

“i’m in love you, bunny.”

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

the sun filters in gently, casting golden lines across your bedroom floor. you stir before he does, eyes blinking open to the soft rise and fall of his chest, quiet snores filling the air.

jeno’s arm is still wrapped around you, strong and secure, holding you like he didn’t want to let go. his face is relaxed, lips parted slightly, his usually styled hair falls softly on his features — he looks so vulnerable, peaceful.

he looks like the version of himself you remember all those years ago.

you should pull away but you don’t. instead, you study him — every line of his face, older now, more defined, but still him. you’ve seen him like this before, countless times, but something feels different now. you feel different.

and then it hits you, soft and sudden.

the feelings you had for him after you kissed him. the feelings you had for him when you wore your pink puffy dress, him in a pink matching tie as you danced the night away for prom. the feelings you had for him when he held you that night your world was falling apart.

you’ve always just needed him.

all of it crashes back into you at once — feelings you’d buried under years of pretending. years of silence. feelings you quickly tucked away the first time he talked about another girl.

the way you trained yourself to look away. the way you learned to smile through the ache. the way you accepted your fate of being his best friend.

your eyes drop to where your legs are still tangled with his, you notice the bulge in his sweats and memories of last night play in your mind. you feel his warmth everywhere and you wonder how you ever got used to not feeling this. how you ever convinced yourself that this didn’t mean something.

you knew that once he woke up. this would all be over. you would go back to being his best friend. back to the operation. back to the almosts that were always never enough.

so for a moment you let yourself have this, just for a minute longer. the closeness, the warmth, the boy who’s always been there. you snuggle into his side once more, nestling into the warmth of him, letting your eyes fall shut again.

the next time your eyes flutter open, you’re met with the cold reality you’ve always lived in. the warmth that surrounds you is gone. the space beside you is empty.

jeno is gone.

you sit up slowly, a heavy thud echoing in your chest, not of panic or confusion but just that quiet, hollow ache that settles in when you’re reminded that he will never be yours.

your eyes scans the room, no shoes by the door, his shirt nowhere to be seen. no signs he was ever there at all except for the faint scent of his cologne lingering in your sheets.

swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you wrap the blanket around yourself as if that would fill the space he left behind. you check your phone, hoping for a message but there’s nothing.

something twists in your chest — you were just another name on his list.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

forty-eight hours.

that's how long it has been since you’ve last seen your best friend. forty-eight hours of sitting in the library alone. forty-eight hours of him not showing up to your shared classes. forty-eight hours of absolutely no contact. your messages were left on delivered. no goofy tiktoks. no instagram reels. nothing. and you hated every second of it.

you miss him and you’re not entirely sure why he had suddenly fallen off the face of the earth.

giselle: hey girly! <3 go to the party at the dream frat tonight, the girls and i are all gonna be there! <333

giselle: and sungchan will be there ;)

you stare at the messages.

you had nothing better to do and you’re hoping that maybe you’ll get a glimpse of your best friend while you’re there. just to see if he was doing okay.

you slipped on a light blue mini dress that accentuates your figure, did your makeup, paired it with white heels and you were good to go.

the dream fraternity still had a pretty huge crowd considering it was a wednesday night. bodies pressed together, bass shaking the walls, the usual laughter and shouting blurring into one.

you spot jeno almost immediately, in that same corner he seemed to always be in. there’s a new girl on his arm — pretty, tall, fair-skinned. you don’t recognize her. something in your heart twists.

you knew all the girls he was seeing. every girl he flirted with, hooked up with, even the ones he ghosted. usually you were the first one he would tell it to. the first one to know everything about him.

but now? he’s shut you out. it was loud and clear. he has drawn a line between you. the same line he draws once he’s gotten all that he wanted with whoever was his current conquest.

you felt absolutely sick. the years of friendship going down the drain just like this. your heart splitting into two while he’s just standing there, laughing, flirting, completely unaffected by the wreckage he left behind.

if he doesn’t need you then you don’t need him either. if he can act normal then you can too.

you force yourself to look away, scanning the crowd until you spot giselle and the rest of the girls in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, “y/n! you’re hereee!,” she squeals, giving you a tight, buzzing hug that makes you laugh for the first time in days.

“here! take a shot!,” she hands you a drink and you down it quickly, the alcohol burning your throat in the best way possible.

the dj plays a song that gets everyone hyped up and you feel yourself letting loose, having fun, with the girls beside you, already feeling better than you did when you walked in here.

then a hand taps your shoulder and you turn to see the boy that makes your mind race into a million happy tunes, “sungchan!,” you greet him with a wide smile. he looks down at you, amused.

“hi, pretty girl,” he whispers in your ear, hands settling on your waist. his touch is warm against your skin but it doesn’t burn the way jeno’s did. doesn’t leave you branded.

“you’re not gonna run away this time are you?,” he teases, playfully, earning a giggle from you.

“sorry about that, i was just…too drunk,” you lie. the lie jeno taught you.

“are you too drunk now?,” he asks, leaning in, a twinkle in his eye.

you smirk, biting your lips, “no.”

sungchan kisses you, rough, fast and with no room for gentleness. this time, you don’t freeze. you kiss him just as hard. you let his hands roam around your body from your waist to your hips to your ass.

but kissing sungchan wasn’t like kissing jeno.

it doesn’t feel the same. doesn’t feel as good. there were no butterflies, no fireworks, no dizzy, floating feeling.

you’re still grounded. still painfully aware that you’re in the middle of drunk, sweaty strangers. he didn’t take you to a different dimension. your body was just there – moving your mouth against his like a robot programmed to do so. but your heart? your heart’s somewhere else.

and it was so annoying that at a time like this, your lips on your long-time crush, that you’ve made the realization that your heart was where it always was — in the hands of the boy in the corner.

the same boy whose lips, touch, words imprinted your heart in a way that you could never forget.

the same boy who could never see you the way you see him.

suddenly you pull away, too fast, too sharp – the feelings rushing into you all at once, suffocating, overwhelming.

sungchan stares at you like you were crazy and perhaps you are. “i-i need to use the bathroom,” you murmur, forcing a small, apologetic smile. he nods slowly, “alright, i’ll just be here.”

you quietly slip from his arms, pushing through all the bodies, barely noticing the music or the people pressing in on all sides.

and when you finally push open the bathroom door, it’s like exhaling for the first time in minutes. you grip the edge of the sink, chest heaving, trying to gather the pieces of yourself that scattered the moment you woke up alone.

you wished jeno was here.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

almost like he had a radar that went off, everytime you were near him. the second you walked through the door, jeno felt it. his gaze snapped to you instinctively but he looked away just as fast.

he’s not ready to face you. not ready to continue pretending.

the next time he saw you, you were making out with sungchan. kissing him the way he taught you. and god, he needed a drink. lots of it. the image burns in his mind, cruel and unrelenting.

he wants to chop off the guy’s hands. wants to make sure he doesn’t touch you ever again.

he wants him to know that his hands were on you first. that it was his lips he was tasting. that you were his.

but that’s not the case. so he goes and grabs another drink, another shot, another mix of poison to blur the pain.

the sound of your name snaps him back to reality.

“why do you keep waiting around for y/n anyway, there’s so many hotter girls around,” the voice is lazy, mocking, it was that wonbin guy from the riize fraternity.

jeno leans against the the wall, hidden in the shadows as he listens in on their conversation.

“well, one she’s hot,” sungchan snickers and jeno’s jaw tenses.

“and two, rumor is she’s still a virgin,” there’s a wicked amusement in his tone, “and we all know virgins are the hottest in the room.”

laughter erupts around them, sharp, cruel, echoing off the walls and that was all it took.

jeno doesn’t think. doesn’t hesitate.

in one quick second, he marched over, fist landing right on the sungchan’s jaw, the crack loud and satisfying, sending the soccer player tumbling backwards.

“what the hell?!,” sungchan yells, rubbing at his jaw before his expression twists in rage. in the next breath, he lunges. his fist catching jeno clean across the cheek.

jeno barely flinches. the soccer player was stronger than he thought, he’d give him that. but nothing is getting past his rage, adrenaline coursing through him.

he’s not done. not even close.

he charges forward, ramming sungchan into the wall with a force that rattles the shelves beside them, “don’t ever fucking touch her again,” he growls, voice low and deadly.

sungchan pushes back, shoving him hard, “she’s not yours,” and his words hits deeper than any punch could. because it was true. you weren’t his. and he’s almost sure you would kill him for this but he doesn’t care.

jeno throws another fist, connecting with sungchan’s ribs, making him grunt and double over for a second before retaliating with a wild swing.

more people gather now, phones out, flashes going off, chants of “fight, fight, fight,” increasing all around them.

sungchan, lunges, tackling jeno to the ground as they roll, fists flying, shouts echoing.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

the loud commotion coming from outside the bathroom door forces you to pick up the pieces.

shouts. thuds. chaos.

you quickly gather yourself, pulling open the door and following the swarm of bodies funneling toward the noise like a moth drawn to a light.

and then you see him — you know that figure immediately, even with his back towards you.

your best friend was on top of someone, fists repetitively slamming down. your heart lurches, legs moving before your mind can catch up.

they roll and you see sungchan’s face bruised and battered.

what the fuck?

around them, the crowd erupts in shouts and arguments, phones raised like this was some kind of show.

the dream boys were trying to get a hold of the situation but they too just ended up shouting and arguing with the riize fraternity, voices overlapping in a haze of testosterone and ego.

“your guy started it first!”

“you’re on our turf!”

the room was absolute chaos and no one’s doing a damn thing. you finally push through the roaring crowd, running over to them, until you’re at the center of the storm.

“stop!,” you shout, but your pleas are swallowed by the noise as they continue to take jabs at each other.

with all your strength, you yank on sungchan’s shirt, sending him stumbling off jeno.

you finally take a good look at your best friend, he had a nasty cut forming on the side of his forehead, face flushed and bruised.

“y/n,” he breathes your name like he’s shocked you’re here.

he stumbles to his feet, eyes darting behind you “get out of here,” he says urgently.

you whirl around only to see that sungchan wasn’t done. he was charging at your best friend again.

without thinking, you step in – fist connecting with his throat – sharp, clean, brutal. completely flying him backwards as he gasped for air.

the crowd cheers.

of course you knew how to punch, you grew up with three men three times your size.

“okay, that's ENOUGH!” mark’s voice rips through the room like a whip – loud and absolutely furious. the crowd freezes, the chaos dies down. he grabs sungchan by the arm and shoves him toward his crew.

“get the fuck out of here,” he commands the room, controlling the crowd. bodies scattering like cockroaches under a light.

you turn to jeno, chest heaving, fury radiating off you, “what the fuck was that?”

jeno flinches at your tone like it was more painful than any of the punches he had just taken. you were never mad at each other. not like this.

when he doesn’t answer, you turn around, jaw tight, ready to leave.

“wait–,” jeno jolts back to reality.

you pause, barely looking over your shoulder, “what?!,” your anger is palpable, brows furrowed, chest still rising and falling too fast.

he softens, “your hand is bleeding,” he says gently. you glance down at your knuckles, raw and stained red, the adrenaline fading just enough for the sting to set in.

“c’mon,” he grabs your uninjured hand carefully and without another word, he leads you through the dispersing crowd, up the stairs and into the safety of his room.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

you stand in jeno’s bathroom, the fluorescent light above casting a soft glow on both of you. he dabs the small, barely any, blood that had stained your knuckles, applying ointment on the tiny wounds.

“you’re being dramatic, there’s barely anything there,” you mutter, watching how focused he is.

“just don’t want it to get infected,” he says quietly, his brows still drawn together.

then with a soft chuckle, “i can’t believe you punched him,” he smiles his trademark smile and for a second, you forget you were currently angry at him.

“no one hurts my neno and gets away with it,” you tease, the words light on your tongue, but they steal the air from jeno’s lungs. you were always protecting him.

your eyes meet his and the moment stretches. but then you remember yourself, remember why your chest is tight and your heart is sore. so you press your lips into a thin line, forcing away the smile that appeared.

a quiet silence hangs in the air, heavy, almost awkward, until jeno’s voice breaks it, “done,” he says, turning to leave the bathroom and into his bedroom.

before he could take another step, your hand captures his wrist.

“your face is bleeding,” you point out.

you guide him to sit on the edge of the tub, slotting yourself between his legs. no matter how mad you guys are at each other, this is what you do. you take care of each other. your fingers are careful, precise, as you press a cotton pad soaked in alcohol to the gash on his temple.

a particular swipe on the cut stings him, a hiss slipping past his lips as his hands instinctively finds the back of your thighs, gripping, like he’s grounding himself through you. the small contact is enough to bring back that familiar knot tightening in your stomach.

“stop being a baby,” you say, dabbing again, “this is your fault.”

he smirks faintly, “how are you so sure i started the fight?”

“please,” you scoff, “in what world would sungchan go up to you and punch you? especially since he’s in your territory,” you point out, quite familiar with the whole fraternity rules.

he sighs in defeat.

“what happened anyway?,” you ask cautiously, not sure if you were ready for the answer.

“nothing,” he says, a little too quickly.

you stop, eyes narrowing, “no secrets between us remember?,” you remind him.

right, that silly rule you made when you were eight years old and still held on to to do this day.

jeno sighs, his shoulder falling, “he said something about you. i didn’t like it,” he confesses and you still.

“what did he say about me?,” you ask, curious.

“that he only wanted you because you were a virgin,” he mutters, jaw clenching again like it’s the first time he’s hearing it. the urge to punch sungchan in the face coming back in seconds.

it was supposed to hurt. it was supposed to leave you angry, embarrassed, hollow — to hear those words coming from the boy you’ve had a crush on since freshman year. but that feeling of heartache never came. instead, confusion clouds your chest.

why did he care? that wasn’t supposed to be his battle.

“hmm,” you hum thoughtfully, tone laced with challenge “and what if i was okay with that?”

his hands on your legs twitch, just slightly

“you shouldn’t be,” he snaps, “you shouldn’t lose it to a guy like him.”

and just like that, the anger ignites. your hands finish cleaning him up in cold, calculated movements. you removed yourself from his space, placing the first aid kit back in the drawer with a little too much force, organizing everything just to keep from exploding because who the hell was he to decide who you should have sex with?

“oh? and who should i lose it to?,” you seethe.

“a guy like you?,” there’s a sort of anger in your voice that jeno can’t quite read.

“aren’t you the same?,” you throw at him, voice trembling with fury.

jeno furrows his brows at your insinuation, like he’s been slapped, “y/n–,”

“you left, jeno,” your voice is quiet, but it slices through the space between you like a blade. you give him one last look before storming out of the bathroom. and jeno finally understands it all.

“wait, bunny–”

you don’t stop. not even as you hear his footsteps close behind you, not even as your chest rises with every breath that feels too heavy to hold.

you make it into his bedroom but before you can reach for the door, his hands close around your wrist, gentle but firm and in the next second he spins you around and crashes his lips onto yours.

the fire in your chest blazes and still, you kiss him back.

the kiss melts into something deeper, hungrier. your hands grip his shirt as his thumb brushes your jaw. he pulls away just enough to press his forehead against yours, both of you breathless, hearts racing.

“that’s why i left,” he murmurs, voice barely a whisper between your shared air.

your brows draw together, confusion clouding your gaze, “what does that even mean?”

“can’t you feel it,” he says, guiding your hand to his chest, letting you feel the frantic rhythm beneath your palm, “the way my heart is beating, it only ever races like this because of you,” he confesses.

you swallow hard, barely finding your voice, “but you left,” you remind him, “why did you leave?”

his eyes flicker with something raw, something that’s been buried for too long, “because i couldn’t pretend anymore,” he says, voice shaking with the weight of it, “i couldn't go another day being your best friend–not when im so fucking in love with you that it hurts.”

his confession leaves you stunned and you can’t believe how blind you’ve both been. all these years of mutual pining, years of missed moments, of stolen glances and silent aching all leading up to this moment.

a tearful laugh escapes you, half breathless, half broken, “you’re a fucking idiot,” you whisper, voice shaking with the force of everything you feel, a mixture of love, frustration and the tenderness of finally hearing the truth.

with urgency, a quiet desperation, you pull him back in, leaning up to kiss him.

the kiss is slow but intense, full of everything you’ve both kept hidden, everything you’ve both wanted for so long.

jeno doesn't need to hear you say it. he feels it in the way your lips meet his, the way you kiss him like your very existence depends on it. he knows now that you’ve been waiting for this – waiting for each other, for the truth that was always there.

you deepen the kiss and jeno meets you with equal fervor, tongues moving with an ease that feels natural, as if it’s a rhythm you’ve both known forever.

you guide him towards you, steps slow but deliberate, until the back of your knees hits the edge of his bed, falling into the softness of his sheets, pulling him down with you, lips never once breaking from his.

pushing yourself up until your head hit his pillows. jeno follows your lips like you were magnets drawn together. he couldn’t get enough.

you pull on the hem of his shirt. jeno quickly tugs it off over his head, tossing it to the side, diving right back into you. the kiss is hungry, steamy, full of tongue, leaving you no room to breathe.

your fingers dance through his skin, feeling every muscle. jeno guides you to sit up, quickly finding the zipper in the back of the dress, sliding it off your body, leaving you in a lacy blue underwear that makes his cock twitch.

the dress didn’t warrant a bra, your breasts immediately exposed to the cool air, making jeno groan in satisfaction, his large hand latches on to your tit, loving the way it fits perfectly in his hand.

“you’re so beautiful, bunny,” he praises before his tongue circles against your sensitive nipple. he looks up, not wanting to miss your reaction. light, breathy moans spill from your lips, back arching at his touch, feeling every warmth he left behind.

he moved all throughout your body, taking his time, memorizing every detail, worshipping you with every brush of his lips.

his hand slip under your panties, wet and soaking for him. the familiar circles of his fingers on your clit immediately sends a wave of pleasure through you. you were already shaking, that fire inside you growing.

that delicious stretch of your pussy as he stuck two digits in makes your eyes roll back, overwhelming in the best way possible, a broken moan spilling from your lips. your hips move on their own, grinding on his hand, chasing that friction you can’t get enough of.

jeno has already memorized you. curling his fingers just right, dragging them against that spot that made your thoughts scatter, heat spreading through you so quickly.

“jeno—” his name left you as a gasp, pleasure building deep inside you. this time you knew what it was, “i-m coming,” you moan.

“i got you bunny, let me hear you” he whispered, his pace quickening, matching the frantic way your body moved with his touch, until you were spilling into his hand.

he coaxes you through it, littering soft kisses on your ear, along your jaw, down to your neck — making sure to leave a mark.

making sure everyone knew that you were his.

your eyes flutter open. there was still that growing fire inside you, burning hotter, higher. you needed more.

when you reach down for his belt, fingers clumsily fumbling at the buckle, urgency pushing you faster than your hands could manage, jeno snaps out of the trance he’s in, making his way back to your eyes.

“are you sure?,” he gasped, the words rushed, like he was forcing them out before he lost all sense of reason.

you nodded so fast, so desperate, “jeno, please.”

“we don’t have to do this, bunny, we can take it slow…i don’t want to rush you,” he panted, voice fraying at the edges. the thought of stopping absolutely wrecks him but you are more important than the desire spreading through him.

you refuse to wait any longer, you’ve already waited years. your whole body aches with the need you’d kept buried for so long. the need only he could fulfill.

“neno,” you whispered, voice trembling with need, “i want this…i need you.”

his resolve shattered at the sound of your plea.

“okay,” he breathed, kissing you gently before finally discarding his pants, boxers following suit, leaving him completely bare.

slowly, he removed your panties, the last remaining cloth between you. he reaches over his nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom and wrapping it on his hard cock, a grunt spilling from his lips.

“still sure?,” he searches your eyes for any signs of hesitation because if there was, even the tiniest one, he would stop immediately. no questions asked. no regret. no matter how badly he didn’t want to.

“so sure neno, it’s always been you,” you whispered, threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, letting him know that every single piece of you wanted him — heart, body and soul.

that was his final confirmation.

he kissed you once, slow and tender, before his hands roamed, leaving goosebumps that made you ache even more, “i’ll go slow,” he promised, voice thick with emotion “tell me if you need to stop, okay? at any point bunny, i’ll stop.”

you nodded, your heart hammering against your ribs so loudly you were sure he could hear it. fear and want and overwhelming love swirling in your chest.

finally, he aligned his cock against your hole, hand shaking slightly as he guided himself into you.

the stretch burns — it was nothing like his fingers, his cock was harder, thicker, fuller. and you’re not entirely sure if he could fit.

instinctively you tensed, eyes shutting close at the pain, a whiny hiss slipping from your lips.

jeno immediately froze, his thumb stroking soothing circles against your hip, “you’re doing so good, bunny,” he praises, forehead resting against yours, “breathe for me okay? we can take all the time you need,” he was so soft, so caring, so gentle.

your fingers tighten on his shoulder, just for a second, letting him know that you understood.

jeno fought to stay still, fought to put you first. but god, it hurts. you felt so good around him. so tight. so warm. he needed to move.

you forced yourself to relax, letting out a shaky breath and he pressed forward again, slower this time, giving you time to adjust to another inch of him.

“almost there, bunny, just a couple more,” he says softly, treating you like glass. you were so fragile. so pretty. your eyebrows furrowing in pain, lips parted slightly.

it hurt but it was jeno, and that made it bearable. your tight walls continued to adjust around him, molding to the size of his large cock.

with one final, gentle push, he was fully seated inside you, grunts spilling from his lips onto yours.

he stayed there, not moving, just breathing with you. trying to control his own desires. one hand cradles your cheek, carefully pushing away the hair that has stuck to your skin, “you’re amazing,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple, “taking all of me,” he continues praising, “so perfect, bunny.”

a few tears slid from your eyes. from the sting, from the love, from everything. jeno kissed them away with such tenderness.

“i love you,” you manage to whisper, his lips on yours in an instant, savoring it. the words makes jeno shift inside you.

that small burst of friction is enough to ignite the pleasure. it still hurt but you needed to feel it, to feel more.

and when you finally whispered, “move, please,” jeno felt like the air was rushing back in his lungs.

only then did he start rocking into you — careful, controlled, every movement meant to bring you closer to pleasure.

he angles his cock perfectly, each thrust sending a a wave of butterflies in your stomach. the pain slowly disappeared as your walls sucked him in, until you were only left with pleasure so mind numbing, you can no longer think about anything but the way the tip of his cock kept on kissing that spot that made you see stars. he was perfect.

“fuckkk bunny, you take me so well, pussy was made for me,” jeno grunts hopelessly. he was coming undone embarrassingly fast. for someone who was supposed to be an expert, you had him trembling, shaking.

it was different with you — he loves you.

every emotion hits him to the fullest. he feels you all around him. his rhythm starting to stutter, abs starting to clench as he tried to hold on to the remaining sanity he had left.

“you’re making a mess out of me,” he grunts, “please come on my cock,” he begs, whines, pleading for permission. his fingers finding your sensitive bud, rubbing slow but harsh circles.

you’ve never felt fuller. never felt more satisfied. that heat spreading down to your toes, your head rolling back in complete bliss as the high came crashing over you in breathy, broken moans of only his name — pussy immediately tightening around him, sending him to his own release as he spilled into the condom.

through it all, jeno whispered against your skin, grunts of i love you’s and praises hitting your ears in the most melodic way.

when you both calmed down, he pulled you into his arms, head resting on the heart that’s always been yours.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

you woke up to jeno’s brown eyes already staring at you, his fingers gently threading through your hair.

“good morning,” he murmured, eye smile on display and in an instant the memories of last night came rushing back, vivid and electric.

“good morning” you whispered back, both of you grinning like lovesick fools.

“how are you feeling?” he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

you smile at him, “i feel amazing,” you say, leaning up to kiss him.

his hand on your waist is hard to ignore. as well as the bulge that’s currently hitting your inner thigh.

“and you’re feeling excited, aren’t you?,” you pull back, slightly teasing him.

“shut up,” he smiles, cheeks flushing, “it’s not my fault i woke up next to my very hot girlfriend”

your eyes widen slightly, “girlfriend, huh?”

“mhm, is that okay with you, bunny?”

“hmm,” you pretend to think about it but the smile tugging on your lips betrays you, “sounds perfect.”

jeno pulled you in for another kiss, his smile pressed against yours. before he could deepen it, you pushed him down to his bed sheets, hovering over him with a gleam in your eyes.

“what are you doing?,” he rasped, the bold movement catching him off guard, making his breath shift, excitement coursing through his veins.

“girlfriend duties,” you smirk.

you littered kisses down his body until you were head to head with his cock, already flushed, thick and throbbing for you.

without hesitation, you licked a slow stripe up his length, tasting him, humming in satisfaction before wrapping your lips around his tip and taking in as much of his length as you could.

jeno watched you, his hands behind his head, a proud smirk on his face. and when you look up to make eye contact with him, his smirk fades into a helpless groan.

“fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” his hand instantly threading into your hair, bunching it up and pushing it out of your face. he wanted to see you. wanted to see your mouth around him.

you hollowed your cheeks and started to move, bobbing your head at that speed you knew he liked.

what can you say? you’re a quick learner.

his hips twitched, barely holding back from fucking your mouth.

every wet, obscene sound filled the room, and you loved the way he was falling apart for you, chest heaving, hands gripping you tighter. his grunts make you clench around nothing.

jeno came in minutes, gasping for your name as he struggled to breathe. his hot release shoots down your throat. this time, you swallowed every single drop, milking him dry, only pulling off when he whimpered from overstimulation, pushing your hand away.

“how the hell are you already so good at that?,” he groans, the aftershocks of his orgasm still hitting him.

“i have a really good teacher,” you chuckle, making your way back to him, kissing him, making him taste his own juices as your tongues battled for dominance.

jeno flips you over, roughly, quickly, the sudden shift making you squeal in laughter, as he settles in between your legs.

“your turn,” he says, voice low and dangerous.

his mouth immediately laps around you, licking, sucking, spitting — filthy and hungry. it was so messy, so wet, so crude, and yet it felt so so good. your head is spinning, heart racing, thighs trembling

you’re right there, at the edge, ready to fall — and then the door swings wide open. you shriek, arms crossing, immediately covering your chest just as jeno scrambles to hover over you, covering every inch of you with his large frame.

“jeno what do you want for break—?” jaemin barges in, stepping into the room like he hasn’t just shattered the moment.

“oh,” jaemin smirks, this situation extremely familiar, “i see,” he teases, tone dripping with fake innocence.

jeno’s entire body stiffens, his butt literally clenching as he growls, “jaemin, get the fuck out.”

he doesn't spare the boy a glance, focused only on making sure he doesn’t see any part of your body.

jaemin bursts out laughing, “alright alright, enjoy your breakfast,” he says before locking the door behind him and leaving the two of you alone.

the second he’s gone, jeno exhales a heavy breath of relief. you both lie there, faces burning red.

“i’m gonna kill him,” he mutters before the two of you erupted in giggles, your shared laughter harmonizing in the air.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

a week of being jeno’s girlfriend could only be described as pure bliss. the perfect balance of best friends and lovers. you were the power couple, always walking into the room like you owned it.

not much has changed between you two, you still tell him to shut up, he’s still dramatic, still the best of friends, except this time there’s a million shared kisses, lingering touches, whispered confessions and sex (lots of sex).

he’s unlocked something in you. something wild, primal, greedy — desire wrapping it’s hands around you. you can’t get enough of him. you craved him again and again and again.

and jeno was just undone, just as hopelessly in love. he thought his sex drive was bad before, it’s even worse now. every little thing you did triggered him — a smile, a glance, a soft laugh, it all sent him spiraling, desperate to have you. his need for you was overwhelming, a fire he had no intention of putting out.

he taught you how to touch yourself, you watched him masturbate. he kissed you in places you never knew were sensitive, made love to you in so many different positions, locations, each one leaving you breathless and trembling in his arms — making up for all the lost time.

today, when jeno walked into the library, he noticed your figure missing from your usual shared table. you were supposed to be here by now, you were always here at this hour.

his eyes quickly scan the space, feet walking around, searching every corner, every dusty nook, trying to find a glimpse of you. he finally spots you at the corner, tucked away in the back with the old shelves filled with forgotten books.

“what are you doing all the way over here?,” he asks, snapping your attention towards him, as he placed a soft kiss on your temple.

“just wanted a quieter place to read,” you feign innocence, picking up your book and pretending to be interested once more. jeno doesn’t question it, just pulls out the chair beside you and sits, his thigh pressed hard against yours. he pulls out his assignments, busying himself.

“neno,” you call out to him, a playful flicker in your eyes as you put your book down, “want to know a fun fact?,” you say.

he smiles at you, still unaware of what you had brewing in your mind, “sure, bunny.”

you lean in close, your chest brushing against his arm, “i’m not wearing any panties,” you whisper, only for his ear to hear.

he gulps, eyes quickly scanning the room, afraid someone was close enough to hear that. when he realizes you two were definitely alone, he finally takes in the fact that you were wearing a cute pink skirt, “fuck, are you serious?,” he whispers.

you shrug, “why don’t you find out?,” picking up your book, a playful grin on your lips, you flipped through the pages pretending to be interested, excitement bubbling inside you.

you didn’t have to tell him twice.

you flinched slightly when his cold fingertips first made contact with your thigh, slowly slipping underneath your skirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps. you barely had time to react before his fingers slipped between your thighs, urging them apart.

and when he finds you bare and soaked for him, jeno can’t help but let out a groan, his cock twitching in his pants.

you just started a dangerous game and he was eager to play. eager to ruin you in this public space. excited to watch you try and hide your moans.

“so fucking warm,” he muttered, fingers collecting your juices as he slowly swiped up and down your folds, making you feel every graze of his finger.

you grabbed the edges of the book, trying to stay calm, trying to act normal even as jeno slowly, deeply slid a finger inside you.

you choke on a silent gasp, disguising it with a fake cough and jeno finds it absolutely amusing. he has no plans of taking it easy on you, especially since this was your brilliant idea.

he moved lazily at first, curling his finger inside you, feeling every clench, every desperate little twitch of your body. watching you bite your lip as you tried to contain the moans that we’re begging to be released.

“good girl,” he murmured, kissing you on the temple.

his free hand picks up his pencil, as he continued to work on his assignment, like you weren’t falling apart under the table, “just stay quiet for me, yeah?,” he smirks.

you don’t even manage a response. afraid that once you open your mouth, a loud moan of his name would slip out.

he starts writing in his notebook, fingers still moving inside you, edging you on with every second. you shifted in your seat, hips tilting up without meaning to, chasing the rhythm he set. needing him to go faster — to finally take you there.

jeno knew exactly what you needed, even without voicing it. he adds a second finger, stretching you wider, making your eyes flutter shut, your grip on your book tightening, holding onto it as if it was your lifeline.

your boyfriend grinned cockily as he fucked his fingers into you.

you thought you were safe, hidden enough until you heard distant footsteps of someone wandering nearby.

your eyes immediately snap to jeno, silently begging him to stop as you tried to shut your legs close.

but his hand was too strong, keeping you open for his fingers, “you wanted this, you’re gonna take it,” he mumbles into your hair. he didn’t stop. in fact, his thumb brushed against your clit, harsher, faster.

you buried your head in your book, biting your lip so hard it hurt, but still a tiny strangled whimpered escaped.

the footsteps paused, just for a second.

you held your breath, heat traveling up to your head, jeno still working under your skirt. the danger of being caught made it even hotter. your pulse pounding loud in your ears, body burning under his touch. and then the footsteps continued, fading into silence again.

jeno chuckles under his breath, fingers thrusting deeper, faster, his thumb never leaving your clit.

“almost got caught, bunny,” he teased, voice low and thick with lust, “bet you’d love that, huh?”

the thought made you tighten incredibly around his fingers, orgasm crashing over you like a wave you couldn’t stop, body jerking slightly in the chair as you hunched over the table, hiding your moans in your arms, desperately trying to stay as quiet as possible.

jeno’s fingers continued to work you through it until you were limp against the table, panting softly.

he pulled his fingers out slowly, letting you feel every second of it. you already felt so empty without him. he brings his fingers up to his lips, sucking them clean with a soft, sinful groan.

you sit up, watching him, wrecked and cheeks flushed, your heart pounding so hard it was all you could hear, a small satisfied grin on your lips.

jeno leans in, kissing you gently. you taste yourself on his lips, then he smirks, that devilish smirk, whispering against your ear, “next time…you’re sitting in my lap.”

𓏲 the end.

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[lynbels]

29 mr nishimuraaaaaa

whiplash (m)

#29 You tease the quiet boy in your friend group too far, and he snaps—fucking you hard enough to make you cry and then cuddling you like nothing happened.

niki x reader · prompt request list

synopsis: You thought teasing the quiet boy in your friend group was harmless—until Ni-ki finally snapped, fucking you hard enough to make you cry, then pulling you into his arms like nothing ever happened. ✉️ 980wc - ‼️ friends to lovers, size kink, rough sex, crying kink, overstimulation, breeding kink, aftercare, quiet boy snapping, bratty teasing, manhandling, creampie

📝: niki manhandling me pls

Ni-ki was always the quiet one in your friend group—stoic, reserved, always watching but rarely talking. It wasn’t that he was shy, necessarily, just… too chill to participate in the chaos. The rest of the group was a walking circus: Woonhak always yelling, Sungho deadpanning, Jaehyun micromanaging everyone’s snack bags, and you, the mouthy one who never shut up. Especially around Ni-ki.

“Do you even speak?” you snorted one day while everyone was lounging around in Leehan’s basement, half-buzzed on soda and sleep deprivation. Ni-ki just glanced at you, face unreadable, while the others burst out laughing.

“That’s not fair,” Riwoo piped up between bites of seaweed chips. “He talks. Just not to you.”

“Ouch.” You clutched your chest mock-dramatically. “I’m offended. Actually, I think I’m his favorite. He’s just playing hard to get.”

Ni-ki didn’t say a word. Just kept sipping his drink with that same maddening calm.

But you liked getting a rise out of him. Over the next few weeks, the teasing escalated.

“Blink twice if you’re real.”

“You’re like an NPC, you know that?”

“I bet your phone autocorrects everything to ‘k.’”

He never snapped. Not once. Not even when you flicked a popcorn kernel at him across the couch and it landed in his hoodie.

But something changed the night of Jaehyun’s birthday party. The group had rented a karaoke room, and somewhere between terrible rap verses and awful renditions of ballads, you and Ni-ki ended up sitting alone in the hallway. The others had gone back in to sing “Love Dive” at full volume.

You nudged his arm with your shoulder. “You know, if you ever decide to speak to me, I might faint.”

Silence.

“Like, actually. Flat on the floor. Need CPR and everything. Might be your only chance to touch me.”

And that’s when it happened.

He turned. Looked you dead in the eye. And said, “You should shut the fuck up for once.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I’m serious,” he said, voice low and calm—too calm. “You act like you want attention, but I don’t think you’re ready for what happens when you actually get mine.”

Oh.

Oh.

You weren’t expecting him to stand up, take your hand, and lead you down the hall like it was nothing. Weren’t expecting to end up shoved against the wall of an empty storage room, lights dim, his hoodie off and jaw clenched.

“Still think I’m an NPC?” he asked, fingers already under your skirt.

“Ni-ki—”

“Be quiet,” he said again, this time pressed against your ear. “You’ve been talking all month. Time to listen.”

And listen you did.

To the sound of your own whimpers as he bent you over a forgotten couch, shoved your panties aside, and fucked into you like it was something he’d been planning—mapping out in that silent mind of his for weeks.

“You always run your mouth,” he muttered, pulling your head back by your hair just enough to kiss your throat. “So loud. Always poking me like I’m not gonna do anything.”

“You never—ah—said I had to stop—”

Ni-ki didn’t hesitate. One of his large hands gripped your waist, the other fisting in your hair, forcing you to arch your back just enough. You barely managed a breath before he shoved the thick head of his cock against your entrance, pressing in hard.

The stretch made your mouth fall open in a silent gasp. He didn’t ease you into it—he drove himself inside you all at once, splitting you wide open on his cock in one rough, overwhelming thrust. Your nails dug into the couch cushions, back bowing under the sudden, brutal pressure.

“Fuck—Ni-ki—” you whimpered, the force of it nearly knocking the air from your lungs.

He wasn’t gentle. His hips slammed into yours over and over, heavy, relentless, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room. His cock pounded deep inside you, thick and hot, making your pussy spasm around him with every brutal stroke. Each thrust forced needy, broken sounds from your lips, louder than you could even think to control.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, spilling over when he fucked you harder, chasing the tight clench of your walls around him. You cried—not just from the stretch, but from the pure overwhelming feeling of being used and filled so perfectly, so completely, you couldn’t even think straight.

“You wanted attention, right?” Ni-ki growled low against your ear, voice a deep, dangerous rumble. His hand slipped between your legs, fingers rubbing fast, brutal circles over your swollen clit. “Take it.”

You sobbed, legs trembling uncontrollably under the weight of him, mind blank from how good it felt, how rough he was giving it to you. Every part of you was reduced to raw sensation: the thick drag of his cock splitting you open, the helpless clenching of your cunt around him, the burn in your thighs from how hard he kept you pinned in place.

Your orgasm hit you like a slap, sudden and devastating. You wailed his name, body convulsing, squeezing tight around him as he fucked you through it mercilessly. His pace grew frantic, sloppy, chasing his own release. With a broken, low groan, he slammed deep one last time and came inside you, cock pulsing thick spurts of hot cum against your walls.

Neither of you moved for a long moment, just breathing hard.

When you finally collapsed forward, boneless and dazed, Ni-ki gently pulled you onto his lap, his cock still buried inside you, softening slowly. His hands roamed your back soothingly, like he hadn’t just wrecked you five minutes ago.

“You okay?” he murmured, voice soft again, brushing a kiss to your temple.

You could only nod weakly, mind swimming.

He smiled faintly, arms wrapping tighter around you. “You talk too much,” he said, a little smug. “But I guess I like you anyway.”

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[digitald0rk]

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* NERD ALERT ! [ 2 ]

pairing — mark grayson x gn!reader.

synopsis — nerding out with your beloved bf :3

warnings — slightly suggestive and uh the usual pet names? he calls you his angel too <3 NOT PROOFREAD!! also mentions of dante sparda because the dmc anime is coming out 'm so excited!!!

w.c — 1.5 k.

a/n — THANK U SM FOR 200+ FOLLOWERS WHAT THE HELL SJSHJEHSLSKD. love you all <3

taglist — @vm4879bb-blog @hihowyoudoin00 @fairii-majii [ lemme know if you wanna be added too ]

READ PART [ 1 ] HERE.

if you're into video games, he's going out of his way to learn all about your faves.

when it comes to fighter games, thinks he's soooo slick looking up combos and learning them, he's all like “heh :3 gonna sweep them off their feet” and then gets absolutely BODIED LMAO.

if you show him no mercy he'll eventually start to get frustrated, not at you obviously you're his precious angel <3

“i’m not sulking.” he says, while clearly sulking. he was supposed to impress you! why are you so good at this :(

if he doesn't get a single win he's gonna suffocate one of your plushies when you're out of sight, it keeps staring at him, is that little fella mocking him? oh it'll pay for that.

you look at him amusedly when you come back to see the very obvious dent on your plushie, caused by a certain someone's fist.

“mark.” your eyes dart between the deformed head of your plushie and your boyfriend, biting back a smile.

“yeah baby?” he's all :3 bats his eyelashes all pretty at you, acting like he didn't just beat the shit out of your plushie like BOY YOU'RE NOT SLY.

but he is pretty, so you'll spare him, for now, not in the game though :p

on the topic of video games, he's actually decent at competitive games :] he loves playing them with you but if you die in the middle of a match he gets unmotivated to finish it (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

unless someone was trying to rizz you up or something during the game then yeah, HE'S GOING TO WIN.

do not play dress to impress in front of this man, he gets awfully competitive about it.

“pretty sure even cecil can dress better than that.”

“baby i think that's an eight year old.”

“still, cecil has more drip.”

gets all smug when he wins, god forbid he's not in top three he's gonna go on a rant about how unfair the world is.

he'll always vote for your fits positively though! even though they might be…. questionable at times but he loves his baby :D

minecraft with your boyfriend is actually really fun! except he accidentally set the palace that you built on fire once and literally REFUSED to touch the game for weeks after that (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠)

will get sad if an animal dies :(

has names for all your dogs and cats, calls them your children.

“don't forget, we gotta feed our children babe.” he tells you, sipping on his milkshake.

and normally you'd smile and say something equally silly except for the fact that you two were currently hanging out with a couple of friends and that sentence certainly earned some looks.

“you two-”

“in minecraft!” you'd clarify, and cue the feigned annoyance filled groans and mutters of how you two are insufferable.

also one time he got so invested in building that he literally stayed up for ten hours, building the perfect wedding venue for you two!

asked [ forced ] everyone to make minecraft accounts and invited them all to your wedding in minecraft.

he kisses you in real life too when your characters “smooch” in the pixelated game.

he's gonna marry you for real one day, just you wait.

his irises turn into literal hearts when you pull up in a cosplay.

he would also love to cosplay with you!

bonus points if it's one of his favorite characters, his ass is NOT TAKING HIS HANDS OFF OF YOU LMAOOOOOO.

and if you two do end up getting freaky, like roleplaying as the characters then yeah rip bed.

matching literally anything! matching kirby socks? sure why the hell not. matching seance dog mugs? hell yeah! he's all for it!

and yes, you two have some nerdy matching pj set.

and matching underwear too :3 you jokingly bought them but he isn't playing around when he wears them seance dog boxers!

you both keep trying to recruit oliver in one of your favorite fandoms, although the little thraxan has other plans.

“guys no im not watching [ insert media name here ] !” “but oliverrr :(”

you're bother super annoying <3

sometimes mark will send you photos of oliver enjoying some piece of media you're into and act like a proud dad.

you two go to comic con together and get carried away, ending up with wayyy too much merch.

“mark, baby i love you but i don't think we need another signed poster.” you try reasoning with him, only to eat those words back the second he flashes you his sad puppy dog eyes.

you sigh, he really has you wrapped around his finger, doesn't he?

but you have him wrapped around your finger too, because when you look at him like that, asking him to take you to this signing event of your favorite foreign author, he wastes no time in picking you up and flying you wherever you want <3

no matter the time, he just wants to see his sweetheart happy :]

you two are insufferable with your references, sometimes people think you two are talking in some alien language.

rex hears mark on the phone, just who the hell is dante sparda? and why has mark mentioned this name like thirty thousand times in the past half an hour he's been on the phone with you?

as rex said, “you two match each other's freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public.”

“hey babe i got us these matching swords!” he smiles, all happy at four in the morning at your window like it's the most normal thing ever.

you squint a little before making out the sword's design, oh it's from your favorite game.

he doesn't protest in the slightest when you attack him with kisses, this is where he belongs.

he adores movie nights, you two cuddled up on his bed, watching something he loves? he's never been happier.

you two once had to stop making out because the plot got thicker, so you two locked in! even though your lips are swollen and shiny just like his from the shared passion a few minutes ago. he could care less about the next plot hole when you're right here, pressed up against him.

he can't stop staring at your lips, god you're addicting.

he snaps out of it when his favorite character dies though ⁠(⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠∧⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠) aw man.

building legos together! he gets all bashful when you praise him when he finishes a part of the main piece.

reward him with kisses and he'll melt.

he once tried making you pancakes, except he tried to draw one of your favorite characters with the pancake batter. and he's no artist, but he tried his best.

he's now on his 48458th attempt and it's looking like your favorite character….a little….. not really.

he'll just douse them in maple syrup, that makes everything better.

when you question the odd shaped pancakes in your sleepy dazed state, he ends up telling you the truth, embarrassed.

but when you kiss him oh so softly, your kiss far sweeter than any maple syrup, his nervousness melts off until all there's left is you.

you and only you.

you two take those extremely specific uquiz quizes together like "which xyz character would hate you the most" or "who do you kin from xyz"

if he doesn't get his fav when he takes a "which character are you from seance dog" quiz he'll be all :[

"this is rigged." he says, taking another one in hopes of getting his favorite character this time.

going to the sea and painting on the pebbles and rocks with him, he loves watching the sunlight reflect off of your hair, you look like an angel, his angel. and god your eyes-

“hey does this look like eric cartman?” you show him the paintwork on your rock, snapping him out of his lovesick trance.

“babe, why is he on ozempic?” that comment makes you two giggle.

he continues, “should've picked a bigger rock, my love.”

“i saved that one for you….. you know, if we were penguins i would you the shiniest, prettiest rock i could find, which is this one so….” you shift closer to him, placing the pretty rock onto his palm.

he presses a kiss to the side of your head, fiddling with the rock in his hand. “you're adorable.”

he presses a kiss to that same rock when he's away from you on a mission, it grounds him, knowing you're there, waiting for him.

when you two end up moving in together, unpacking things takes less time than decorating your shared room.

hanging posters with him, asking him if they're centred. putting your favorite figurines on the shelves along with your favorite comics, building your own safe haven. the whole room embodies you both so well, anyone who sets foot in this room would instantly be met with a bunch of your and his interests.

his dumbass <3 accidentally ends up leaving one of his figurines on the bed, so when you two are needily making out and grinding, excited that you two wouldn't have to be quiet or keep your voices down — straddling him and pushing him down on the bed, he lets out a small squeal of surprise.

you two stop, looking at each other all 0_0

“sorry, i think-” he starts, reaching behind his back to pull out the culprit of poking him in the back, and surely it was none other than his favorite seance dog figurine, the absurdity of it all is enough to make you chuckle, he laughs sheepishly with you. a little embarrassed that seance dog ruined the sexy atmosphere.

but when you put the figurine on the nightstand, turning it to face the wall, he realizes he's gonna have the best night of his life.

and oh boy was he right :3

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[lilpaigeywbb]

☆✷ relief ✷☆

➜ summary: paige is on her period, so you have to make her feel better and loved.

➜ warnings: period sex (sorry if you're not into that), smut, fluff, fingering (p receiving), not proofread (duh)

➜ pairing: sub!paige bueckers x reader

➜ author's note: sorry this took so long!!!! idk what else to say other than enjoy :) might take me longer to get some other stuff out bc i have work all weekend so bear w me plsssss k bye

you found her curled up on the couch, her face in the pillows. paige had had a stressful day; between getting her period, one of her best friends and teammates being traded, and being named an all-star starter, she was breaking down. you could see the outline of a heating pad under her hoodie. she barely acknowledged you when you came back into your shared apartment.

“bad day?” you asked, gently moving to kneel beside her. paige nodded, nose scrunched. “cramps,” she mumbled. “lyss is gone, six-flags was chaotic, and everything hurts. ‘nd my body’s bein’ mean… but hey, at least i’m an all-star.”

you brushed some hair from her forehead, feeling the heat of the heating pad even through the fabric of her hoodie. “you are an all-star,” you said softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. “and even all-stars are allowed to have really crappy days.” she smiled and hummed, grateful for your understanding, but then she pouted.

“i feel gross,” she murmured, huffing and hiding her face in the pillows of the couch. “you look beautiful,” you said without hesitation, letting your fingers trace gently over her arm. she smiled and blushed a bit. she always got soft and less dominant during this time. “lemme take care of you tonight, p,” you purred, your voice smooth in her ear.

paige knew that voice all too well. it was the one you used when you wanted sex, and it made her blush even more. “you don’t have to…” she whispered, the embarrassment and hesitation clear in her voice. “but i want to. and just because you’re on your period doesn’t mean i think you’re any less sexy.” she huffed and her blush grew. “fine.”

she wanted to take a bath first, so you obliged, turning the water on to the perfect temperature and adding her favorite scented bath salts. you helped her undress with the utmost care; it was almost overwhelming for her. she settled in the tub once she was fully naked, feeling the warm water soothe her body. she watched intently as you stripped, feeling something warm in her tummy, but she tried to ignore it.

you got in behind her, wrapping your arms around her middle and resting your hands on her abs. she sighed happily and leaned back against you with ease. she always felt safe and content when she was in your arms. your hands slid lower, just under her belly button, and as you caressed her skin, you could feel her squirm - just slightly - but enough to know that she liked what you were doing.

her head lolled back against your shoulder, her lips finding your jaw, and she began to leave sloppy kisses all over it. this was your sign that it was okay to continue, but just to be sure, you whispered in her ear, “can i make you feel better, baby?” she whined and nodded instantly.

it was rare for paige to ever let you touch her on her period, mostly because she found herself gross, but she was also embarrassed by how submissive she would get. for some reason, today was different. maybe she was just horny as hell, or maybe she got over her embarrassment.

your hand slid lower, just barely ghosting over her pussy but enough to make her squirm and whine out your name. her hand gripped your wrist, a desperate motion to let you know that she wanted needed more, so you gave it to her. 

your fingers slowly touched her clit, causing a soft moan to escape her lips, so you started moving your fingers in gentle yet calculated circles. you wanted to make sure she felt as good as possible, especially since she was so sensitive during this time. 

paige’s whines and moans grew more frequent, her hips shifting up and causing the water to lap around you two in the tub. “relax, baby… you’re gonna get water everywhere,” you murmured, moving your fingers faster against her. she moaned and huffed, “can’t help it… you feel too good. feel like i could cum alre-” you cut her off by stopping your movements, prompting her to whine pathetically loud.

“no!” she all but squealed, grabbing your hand and putting it back in place. she guided your movements, her hand over yours, making you rub her clit at just the right speed. you smiled and started nipping at her neck, allowing her to take control for now.

she sighed in relief and continued to let out mini-moans and whimpers, her hand gradually moving faster. “you want more?” you breathed in her ear, prompting her to nod and gasp, pushing your fingers into her and letting you take the lead again.

your fingers moved in and out of her, the only sounds being her heavy breathing, whines, and the bathwater lapping around you. she felt a sudden wave of embarrassment, grabbing your wrist to stop your movements, “don’t…”

you paused and obliged, stopping your movements. your eyebrows furrowed, and you kissed her cheek. “baby, what’s wrong?” she huffed and looked down at the water, almost bashfully. “i just- i feel gross. i’m probably just gonna bleed all over your fingers and-” “baby, stop.” you interjected, letting your hands caress her thighs. “you’re beautiful no matter what, okay? even if you’re bleeding. i don’t care. i still and always will think you’re perfect.”

she was a goner.

she pushed your fingers back in, whimpering and gasping. you started pounding her shit, knowing she didn’t need time to adjust. she was ready for you, and she made it known. her moans grew louder, her pussy tightened around you, and she was whispering your name like a prayer.

you loved her like this, all needy and vulnerable for you. it was a side she rarely showed. her lips found your jaw again, craning her neck so she could kiss your soft skin. as her bites got harder, you knew she was close. you sped up your fingers, curling them deep until you found that perfect spongy spot within her.

paige whined and her mouth hung open, so you caught it in a kiss, tongue sliding into her mouth with practiced ease. she whined again against your mouth, allowing you to swallow all of her beautiful sounds. your fingers sped up even more, her pussy clenching around them so tight until she came.

she looked like an angel, her head tilted back against your shoulder as the most beautiful noises came out of her mouth. your free hand caressed her side as your fingers slowed, her pussy fluttering around them as she came down from her high. you slowly removed them and held her closer. she sighed and leaned back against you, just wanting to be in this moment forever.

you helped her stand, draining the tub and turning on the shower. you wouldn’t let her move an inch, wanting to take care of her. you washed every inch of her milky skin until she was clean, massaging her head as you scrubbed her scalp, all while pressing soft kisses to her shoulders or neck. 

paige was quite pliable like this, just willing to do whatever you asked. you helped to dry her, get her in new clothes, and make sure she was comfy in bed. you offered to get her a heating pad and a drink, but she refused. “you’re all i need,” she murmured, snuggling into your chest. you held her close, combing your fingers through her wet, blonde strands. 

“i love you always,” you whispered, kissing her head. she smiled up at you and kissed your lips gently. “thank you. i love you too, always.” she paused before adding, “thank you for always making me feel beautiful.” your heart melted, and you kissed her again, this time longer. “you are beautiful. you deserve to know and be reminded on a daily basis.” and she was.

paige was always reminded that she was beautiful because of you, and what more could she ask for?

[skzficdump]

Changing Perspectives

paring: han!roommate x fem!roommate!reader

gender: smut

word count: 1.4 k (1446)

warnigs: masturbation, oral sex (fem receiving), praise, reader first orgasm, dominant han, sex without proteccion (dont be stupid), possession and control, creampie, dirty talk, multiple orgasms,

Han is in his room, moonlight filtering through the window. He hears snatches of your conversation with your best friend, filtering through the half-open door. Your voice sounds clear and distinct, and your words leave him intrigued and aroused.

"I think sex is overrated," you say, and you can hear the smile in your voice. "I mean, is it really that special?"

Han smiles to himself, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He unbuttons his pants and touches himself, imagining your body, your voice, your words, your pussy sucking him, showing you what a real orgasm feels like. He masturbates slowly, his mind filled with images of you, wishing it were your hand touching him, your lips kissing him. His breathing becomes faster, more shallow, and with one last thought of you, he finds his release, a low moan escaping his lips.

A few days later, he faces you with a dangerous, seductive smile.

You're in your room, the dim nightlight filtering through the curtains, creating an intimate and peaceful atmosphere. Suddenly, the door opens and Han enters, his presence filling the room with a commanding and confident energy. He closes the door behind him and approaches you, his steps firm and purposeful.

"Hanji, what are you doing here?" you ask, feeling slightly embarrassed as you recall the conversation you had with your best friend, thinking about the possibility that he might have overheard it.

Han stops in front of you, his eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that makes you shiver. "I heard you talking to your friend," he admits, his voice deep and calm. "And I want to change what you think."

You blush, but the initial embarrassment gives way to a growing curiosity. "Change what?" you ask, even though you already know the answer.

Han takes a step closer, his presence imposing yet comforting. "I want to show you that sex isn't overrated," he says, his voice filled with determination and desire. "I want to show you what true pleasure is."

He gently corners you against the wall, his hands strong and secure on your waist. You can feel the warmth of his body, the firmness of his muscles, and you realize how protected and desired you feel in his arms. "Trust me," he murmurs, his voice a soft, persuasive purr. "I'll change your perspective forever."

You lean into him, letting him wrap you in his arms, and you realize you're willing to let him show you the truth.

He kisses you, a deep, passionate kiss that leaves you breathless. His tongue explores your mouth, claiming you, possessing you, and you melt into his arms, your hands moving up to tangle in his hair, tugging gently as you lose yourself in the moment. His taste is addictive, and every stroke of his tongue turns you on more, making your body yearn for his touch.

"Han," you whisper against his lips, your voice already trembling with desire and need.

"Shh," he whispers back, his lips moving to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and soft bites that make you shudder. "Let me take care of you. I'm going to make you forget everything but me."

He carries you to the bed, his movements sure and purposeful, as if he knows exactly what you need. He lays you down gently, but firmly, and positions himself over you, his hips between your legs. You can feel his arousal, hard and ready, pressing against you, and you bite your lip, anticipating what's to come.

"You've never had an orgasm, have you?" he asks, his voice a low, dangerous purr, with a hint of amusement and defiance. You nod, unable to speak, your breathing already rapid and shallow. Anticipation has you on edge, and every nerve in your body is on high alert.

"I'm going to change that," he promises, his lips curling into a wicked, promising smile. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll forget your own name and know exactly who you belong to."

His hands explore your body, slowly undressing you, his fingers leaving a trail of fire on your skin. He removes your blouse, then your bra, exposing your breasts, and takes a moment to admire you, his eyes darkened with desire and lust. You feel beautiful and desired under his gaze, and your body responds, your nipples hardening and your breathing becoming faster.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, before lowering his head and taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucks and bites gently, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to your core, making you arch and offer yourself more to him. His tongue and teeth work in sync, creating a storm of sensations that leaves you breathless.

"That's it," he says, his voice vibrating against your skin, sending more shockwaves through your body. "Let me hear those beautiful sounds. I want to hear you scream my name."

His hands continue their exploration, moving down your stomach, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down, along with your panties. He leaves you completely naked, exposed to him, and he takes a moment to admire you, his eyes roaming every curve and fold of your body.

"Perfect," he murmurs, before moving lower, kissing and nibbling at your stomach, your hip, the inside of your thigh. He opens you wider, his shoulders between your legs, and looks down at you, his eyes dark and full of the promise of pleasure.

"I'm going to make you cum on my tongue first," he says, his voice confident and commanding, making it clear he's in charge. "And then, when you're ready, I'll fuck you so hard you'll see stars and forget everything but me."

Before you can respond, his mouth is on you, his tongue licking at your center, finding that sweet spot that makes you scream and arch. He sucks you, licks you, fucks you with his tongue, his movements quick and expert, taking you higher and higher. You clutch the sheets, your body tense, every muscle in your body clenched as you inch closer to the edge.

"Hanji," you cry out, your voice desperate and needy. "Please don't stop. Don't stop, please."

"I won't, baby," he murmurs against you, his words vibrating through your body, sending more shockwaves of pleasure. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll forget your own name. It'll only be you and me in this moment."

And he does. His tongue works its magic, taking you higher and higher, until finally, with a desperate cry, you collapse, your body convulsing, waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve, every cell. It's intense, overwhelming, and perfect, and you know you've never felt anything like it.

Han moves over you, his lips glistening with your juices, a satisfied, proud smile on his face. "That was just the beginning," he says, aligning his erection at your entrance, preparing to give you more than you've ever dreamed of. "Now, let's see how many more times I can make you cum."

And with that, he pushes inside you, filling you completely, his hard, hot member sliding deep, setting every nerve in your body alight. You feel complete, filled in a way only he can provide. He begins a slow, deep rhythm, each thrust calculated to bring you to the edge. His lips are at your ear, whispering dirty words and promising more pleasure than you ever imagined.

"You feel so fucking good," he moans, his movements becoming faster, more desperate, as he takes you to new heights of ecstasy. "I'm going to fill you, mark you as mine. You're mine, and I want you to know it."

His hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, fondling your breasts, his fingers brushing over your hardened nipples, sending waves of pleasure through you. Each thrust is more intense than the last, his breath ragged and hot against your neck, his guttural moans echoing in your ear. He stimulates your clit with his fingers, circling and pressing just the right spot, bringing you to the edge.

"Cum on my cock," he whispers in your ear, his voice husky and demanding. "I want to feel you suck me, your pussy squeeze me as you come."

His words turn you on even more, and with one last touch to your clit, you cum again, your inner muscles squeezing his member, milking him as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. "That's it, baby," he moans. "Give me everything, I want every drop of you."

And he does. With one last thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his body tense as he finds his release, your name on his lips, a cry of possession and pleasure as his hot seed fills you, marking you as his.

You collapse into his arms, your body sated, your mind blank, except for the feel of his body against yours, his breathing slowing, his heart beating strong and steady, a rhythm that gently rocks you as you drift off. His member still pulses inside you, reminding you of the intensity of what you just experienced.

"I told you," he murmurs, kissing your forehead, a promise of more to come. "Sex isn't overrated."

[lucydixon]

Bad Idea

Eddie Munson Masterlist 𐴱 Main Masterlist 𐴱 Taglist 𐴱 Reading List 𐴱 Pinned Post 𐴱 Moodboard side-Blog

A/N: For some Bestfriend!Eddie backstory, you can check out Two Hearts, One Home, which goes more in-depth on Eddie and the Reader's relationship. Eddie's a liiitle bit of a perv in this one

Summary: You decide that you're tired of being a virgin, and your best friend of ten years jumps at the chance to make your first time a good experience, consequences be damned.

You and Eddie were in his bedroom, doing what the two of you did most days after school. 

He was trying to nail a guitar solo, his sweetheart unplugged from the amp to spare your ears, while you sat on the ground reading magazines. 

You’d flipped through the hundredth ‘how to drive your man wild’ article and sighed heavily. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Eddie asked without looking up from his guitar. 

“I’m tired of being a virgin,” you huffed, not meaning anything by it. You really were just vocalising your frustration.

His head snapped up to stare at you. 

“Huh?”  

“I think you heard me,” you groaned, letting your head fall back against his dresser. “I haven’t even kissed a boy, and everyone at school is either lame or mean.” 

“Which one am I?” The words were tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them, but you were too busy wallowing to notice the blush creeping its way up his neck. 

“You’re fine.” You rolled your eyes. “If you weren’t my best friend, I’d totally fuck you.” 

His entire body went rigid. 

“What?” he breathed, eyes wide in disbelief. 

For the first time since he’d known you, he regretted ever agreeing to play with you the day you’d met. 

What if he wasn’t your friend? 

Would you seriously fuck him? 

Had he spent all this time secretly dying to touch you, only for it to come back and bite him in the ass?

“Oh, what do you mean what?” You groaned, letting your head fall to the side so you could look at the baffled look on his face. “Don’t look so surprised. I’m not blind, Munson. I get why all those girls crawl into the back of your van after gigs. You’ve got your bad boy rockstar thing going.” 

He could not believe you were being so casual about this. 

You’d never been shy, the two of you joked around and teased eachother, flirting sometimes like it was a game. You were never the one blushing by the end of it. It was always him. 

“Okay.” he set down his guitar as carefully as he possibly could while still flailing his arms. “Hold the fuck on for a minute.” 

You scoffed out a laugh at his theatrics. 

“Why haven’t you ever said anything?” He exclaimed. 

“'Cause it doesn’t matter.” You shrugged. “We’re friends, we don’t do that kind of thing.” 

“Says who?” 

Your brows furrowed, and you sat up to cock your head to the side. 

“Show me the rule book where it says we can’t do that kind of thing.” He urged, gesturing around the room wildly. 

“I didn’t say there’s some rule that we can’t.” You frowned. “It’s just not something we do.” 

“Some friends do that kind of thing!” He pointed out, knowing full well that he couldn’t just be your friend if you so much as pecked him on the lips.

He’d want more. 

He did want more. 

But he was too wrapped up in the idea that you might let him fuck you.  

“What is this?” You squinted at him. 

“I’m just saying!” He held his hands up like it was no big deal. As if he wasn’t about to risk the ruin of a decade of friendship, “Think about it! You don’t want to be a virgin, I don’t want my best friend to suffer through having her first time with some idiot who doesn’t know what he’s doing.” 

“Oh, and you do?” You raised a brow, a little intrigued. 

It wasn’t a blatant rejection. 

You weren’t entirely convinced, but he could work with this. 

“Yeah.” He scoffed, smirking smugly, “I do.” 

“And you think it’s not gonna be weird after?” 

“Doesn’t have to be.” Eddie gave the least convincing shrug you’d ever seen in your life. 

“Prove it then,” you challenged, pulling yourself to kneel. 

If he’d been standing, his knees would’ve buckled, and he didn’t even know where you were going with this yet. 

“C’mere.” You patted the carpet next to you and stifled a laugh when he tripped over himself, scrambling out of his bed to join you. 

You were being way too normal about this. 

“Kiss me for a bit.” You proposed, and Eddie couldn’t suppress the dumbfounded look on his face. “Then we stop and see how we feel tomorrow.” 

“Okay.” He answered far too quickly, overeager and obvious. 

“If it’s weird after, no more.” You warned, “We just pretend it never happened.”

He swallowed thickly and nodded, but knew that he couldn’t do that. 

If he got to kiss you right then, he’d never stop thinking about it for as long as he lived. 

He just had to stop himself from doing something stupid, like professing his love for you. 

But Christ. The second you started leaning in, he knew that he was about to be in for a world of hurt because you hadn’t even touched him yet, and he was crumbling. Falling apart at the seams. 

Your lips brushed against his softly at first. Barely even a peck. 

Any and all sense of self-control went out the window when Eddie pulled you back in and kissed you harder. One hand wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you towards him while the other rested on your waist. 

You gasped into the kiss, steadying yourself with a hand on his thigh, gripping his flesh just above his thigh through the ripped denim. 

A groan tore its way out of his throat, desperate and hungry and- 

Fuck. he was going to lose his mind just kissing you. 

When he ran his tongue along your bottom lip, Eddie half-expected it to be the moment where you cut him off for the day, but you didn’t. 

Instead, your lips parted and you let his tongue snake into your mouth, trying to keep up with the intensity of the kiss despite the shudder rolling through your body. 

You moaned into his mouth, and he thought he might die. 

You had to force yourself to pull away after a couple of minutes, bleary-eyed with swollen lips, blinking at your best friend, who was in no better shape. 

You’d hoped that you wouldn’t like it. 

That maybe the two of you would laugh it off and never speak of it again. 

But no. 

Of course, it had to be the most devastating first kiss, and of course, it had to be with Eddie, of all people. 

Eddie, whom you’d loved since you were a girl, but spent years convincing yourself was nothing more than your friend. 

Your best friend. 

You wouldn’t survive losing him. 

But, fuck. 

Why’d he have to offer to fuck you with so much enthusiasm? 

To slip his tongue into your mouth? 

Grip the back of your neck as if he couldn’t bear to pull away? 

You’d been the one to bring it up and could only blame yourself for the suffering you were sure that you were about to endure when this inevitably blew up in your face and ruined things with the most important person in your life. 

I’m screwed, Eddie thought to himself. 

That felt way too good.

Criminally good. 

It didn’t help that you looked like you’d enjoyed it. He could tell that you were overthinking, but you weren’t upset, which was a good sign. 

“So,” He cleared his throat a little awkwardly, “Weird?” 

“No,” You smiled softly, despite screaming internally, “It was kind of nice actually.” 

“Yeah,” he bobbed his head, trying to be as cool about it as possible, “You sure that was your first kiss?” 

“You trying to say I’m a natural, Munson?” You leaned back against the dresser with a little smirk. 

“I’m not, not saying it.” He shrugged, wondering how long it would be before he could kiss you again, “You’re just a good kisser, is all.” 

“I’d tell you the same, but I don’t have anything to compare it to, and I don’t think your ego needs it.” You chuckled.

It was quiet for a whole minute before either of you spoke. 

“So,” It was Eddie who broke the silence, “Now what?” 

“Now, we go on with our day and see if it gets weird.” 

“Okay.” 

It didn't.

Sure, you were both thinking about that kiss relentlessly, but it wasn’t awkward or anything.

The two of you still went to Hellfire and sat in your normal seats, directly across from one another. The looks you gave eachother weren’t abnormal. Eddie was in full DM character and still tried to kill you off just like he usually did. 

Afterwards, he walked you to your trailer and then called you when he got back to his less than two minutes later, as if you didn’t watch him walk all the way to his front door from your window. You laughed and told him goodnight, same as you did every night.

You spent a little extra time staring at your ceiling before falling asleep, but it didn’t feel bad. 

If anything, you were excited to kiss Eddie again tomorrow. 

Meanwhile, across the lot, Eddie Munson was dreaming up all the things he could ‘teach’ you if you’d let him while fucking his fist in the shower. 

He went to bed feeling a whole lot less guilty than he thought he might, knowing that in the morning, you might let him kiss you again and maybe even do more.

At eight in the morning the next day, Eddie was knocking on your door loud enough to tear you from sleep. 

It took a full two minutes for you to answer the door with messy hair and tired eyes. 

You were wearing a matching shorts and tank top set of pyjamas, and he couldn’t help but stare. 

You weren’t wearing a bra, and it was painfully obvious. 

“What the fuck, Eds?” You grumbled, annoyed that he’d woken you up. “Do you know what time it is?” 

“It's tomorrow.” He rocked on the balls of his feet, acutely aware of how desperate and pathetic he was acting. 

“And?” You huffed, still half asleep, not picking up on what he was saying.

“And it's not weird.” 

“What?” you frowned. “Eddie, I’m too tired for whatever the fuck is going on right now.” 

Eddie sighed dramatically, ushering you back inside and following along behind you. 

He knew better than to wake you up. 

You’d never been a morning person. Always cranky and whiny before 10 am, even at school. 

He knew, but he’d done it anyway because he just couldn’t wait. 

You seemed to clue in halfway down the hallway to your bedroom and froze. 

Eddie stopped himself just short of running right into you, distracted by your bare legs.

“Edward Munson,” your voice was sharp and annoyed. The tone reserved solely for lectures.

He grimaced at the sound of his full name. 

“Did you wake me up early as fuck on a Sunday morning, to make out?” Slowly, you turned to look at him, eyes narrowing as they landed on his. 

“No.” He lied. 

“Liar.” 

“Okay fine!” he conceded, throwing his arms out at his sides. He’d never been able to lie to you and get away with it. You saw through him every single time, so he might as well be honest. “Maybe.” 

“There’s something wrong with you.” You jabbed a finger into his chest, and Eddie felt panic building inside his chest. 

He’d blown it. 

Already. 

“Let me brush my teeth first.” You veered off to the right suddenly, into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you, leaving him standing frozen in the hallway. 

He was 99% sure that was a yes and scrambled down the hall into your room to check his hair in the mirror. 

When you emerged from the bathroom with brushed teeth and hair, you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. 

Eddie was sitting at the end of your bed, playing with his rings.

“So what?” You crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly very much aware of how little you were wearing in terms of clothing. “We’re just gonna make out in my bed all day?” 

“If you want, yeah.” he was struggling to keep his cool. 

“Well, what do you want?” you urged, a little worried that this was only happening because he thought you wanted to, which was ridiculous considering this whole thing was his idea and he’d pulled himself out of bed at an ungodly hour just to come kiss you. 

“To make out in your bed all day.” Eddie leaned back on his elbows, smirking at you slyly. 

“Okay, good,” you sighed cutely, crawling into bed with him. 

Your hands caught the collar of his shirt and tugged him gently towards you, lying back against the pillows at the top of your mattress. 

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. 

Eddie’s brain was going haywire when your lips met. 

You were kissing him and lying down. 

He was kissing you horizontally. 

In your bed. 

He knew he’d get himself too worked up if he settled in between your thighs, pressed up against you like that, knowing full well that you didn’t wear panties to bed. 

One layer for you, two for him. 

That would be all that was separating your warmth from the bulge in his jeans, and he couldn’t risk scaring you off before he’d even gotten started. 

So, instead, Eddie grabbed your hip and rolled you onto your side, mirroring your position, close enough that he managed it without breaking the kiss. 

His other hand cupped your cheek, and it was such a tender action that it made you shudder. 

You hadn’t expected it to feel so intimate. 

So loving.  

Could you really have sex with Eddie and not let it ruin you? 

Your heart already ached for when the time to stop fooling around eventually came. 

You’d sleep together and then what? 

Pretend it hadn’t happened? 

Just stop kissing each other and go back to normal? 

Get on with your lives as if you weren’t completely, painfully in love with your best friend?

God, could you stand to watch him go out with other girls after? 

It physically pained you just to think about it. 

So badly, in fact, that your breath hitched in your throat while you were kissing, and Eddie pulled back to look at you with a concerned, but soft look. 

“You alright, Sweetheart?” He brushed your hair out of your face gently. 

“Is this a horrible, terrible, very bad idea?” Your words came out rushed and breathy. 

“Whoa,” He frowned, not used to you being the one to freak out, “what’s wrong?” 

“We’re gonna fuck this up.” Your eyes were wide, almost panicked. “It's gonna get weird and we won't be friends anymore, and I cannot take that.” 

“Hey,” Eddie found your hand and gave it a squeeze, “stop freaking out and take a breather.” 

You rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling, taking a deep breath.

After a few more, you squeezed his hand back, keeping your gaze fixated on the glow-in-the-dark stars you and Eddie had stuck up there years before. 

“Now tell me what happened in there a minute ago.” He tapped your temple lightly with his pointer finger. “What’s got you so freaked out?” 

You’d never been any better than Eddie at lying. You knew you had to give him something. It just couldn’t be the whole truth. 

“I’m gonna get too wrapped up in this and it’s gonna get messy.” You sighed, draping your free arm over your face to hide it from view. “I’m gonna hurt my own feelings.” 

Eddie felt his heart rate pick up. 

What were you saying? 

“Maybe I’ll get wrapped up too,” he muttered. “Why does it have to be messy?” 

“Because we're friends,” You groaned. 

“And?” He was confused. 

“I don't want to fuck you, then watch you fuck other girls.” You admitted stiffly, still hiding behind your arm. 

“Okay, I won’t then,” Eddie said it without even having to think. “No fucking other girls. Got it. Done.” 

Your arm fell to the side as your head snapped over to look at him questioningly. 

“The reasonable thing to do would just be to not fuck eachother.” You pointed out. 

“When have we ever done the reasonable thing?” he scoffed, trying not to look too hopeful. “I wouldn’t want you being with any other guys either.” 

“There are no other guys!” You groaned, rubbing your face. “That’s how we ended up here in the first place.” 

“Yeah, well, maybe I just don’t want you using my moves on other dudes.” There was a slight teasing undertone, but his eyes were dead serious. 

“So, you’re not fucking other girls, I’m not fucking other guys.” You raised a brow. “That sounds an awful lot like dating."

"Why don't we just agree to not think too hard about it?" Eddie proposed, desperate to keep you both from overthinking it, especially while you were lying in bed together with swollen lips. "It doesn't have to be weird. We're just friends who do this kind of stuff now, and that's fine!"

You were quiet for a long time, not even thinking, really. Just sitting with it.

"fuck it," you muttered, leaning back in.

Eddie sighed in relief and caught you by the back of the neck, smashing his lips into yours.

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Hi Ness! Could you possibly do a imagine where Charles leclerc and reader go to the new "f1 the movie" premier (that just happend) and they are having a fun time, maybe a couple of their friends tease them a bit for being to "couple like" tyy

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 | charles leclerc × fem!reader

summary | you and charles attend the f1: the movie premiere, sweet moments, and your friends can’t help teasing you for acting like a totally smitten couple

warnings | fluff, romance, light teasing from friends, public affection

word count | 1.3 k

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The red carpet smells like a mix of expensive perfume, freshly unpacked cameras, and barely contained nerves. You're not used to all this glamour. Still, your hand stays firm in Charles’ grasp, as if that’s enough to remind you you're still on Earth.

Although, with that perfectly tailored suit, his charming-boy smile, and the way he looks at you every time you turn his way… you're not so sure.

"Are you okay?" he asks, leaning down a bit so you can hear him over the noise. The cameras keep flashing with every step.

You nod with a nervous smile.

"I'm okay. Just… a little overwhelmed."

Charles gently squeezes your hand and whispers,

"Don’t let the show scare you. At the end of the day, it’s just you and me. And a movie. And… maybe 200 journalists," he jokes with a raised eyebrow.

You can’t help but laugh. Your laughter relaxes him too.

You walk down the carpet together, stopping for a few photos. He never lets go of your hand. Some people definitely notice. You hear a couple of voices shout his name, then yours, and a French journalist throws out a comment:

"Charles, vous êtes adorablement assortis ce soir!"

("Charles, you two are adorably matched tonight!")

You lower your gaze, trying to hide the smile threatening to give you away. Charles just grins wider.

Inside the venue, the lights dim a bit, but not enough to hide a few familiar faces. Lando is there, dressed like it’s an award show, with that “I’m here because I had to be but I’m kinda enjoying it” vibe. He shoots you a knowing look as you and Charles walk past.

"Oh my God," he says dramatically in a low voice. "Could you two be any more cliché couple? What’s next, a kiss under fireworks?"

"Don’t tempt them, Charles might actually do it," Pierre replies from the other side, taking a glass of champagne from a tray like it’s his birthday.

You roll your eyes, laughing, but your cheeks are definitely getting warmer. Charles doesn’t say anything. He just looks at you again with that expression that isn’t quite a smile… but definitely not indifferent. Something else.

"We’re just happy," you reply, raising an eyebrow at Lando.

"Uh-huh. ‘Happy’. Is that what they’re calling it these days?" he retorts, sipping with a teasing grin.

Charles wraps an arm around your shoulders and whispers close to your ear,

"We could be happier if you want. You know. Just to annoy them more."

You don’t even answer. You just rest your head on his shoulder, ignoring the soft chuckles around you.

When the lights go fully out, the chatter in the room quiets immediately, like everyone instinctively knows the world needs to be left outside for the next two hours. The opening credits of F1: The Movie flood the screen with epic music and close-ups of engines roaring over asphalt.

But you barely watch the first few minutes.

Because Charles hasn’t let go of your hand.

You don’t notice at first. At the beginning, it’s just your pinkies brushing, like he’s making sure you’re still there. But now, with the darkness covering any too-intimate gesture, his fingers are fully laced with yours, tracing slow circles on your thumb that make you forget what’s happening on screen.

You turn your head just slightly, enough to glance at him without drawing attention. He seems focused on the movie, but there’s a slight curve to his lips. A silent smile, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

"You’re more into my hand than the cars," you whisper, barely audible.

"Your hand doesn’t need special effects to captivate me," he replies, still not looking your way.

And there it goes again: that warmth rising in your chest, the soft knot in your throat. Sometimes, when Charles talks like that, you feel like you’re not sitting in a theater seat but walking a tightrope of emotions you can’t quite name.

A few seats down, you hear a stifled giggle. Someone, probably Alex or Pierre, mutters a soft "so cute, please" that triggers more quiet laughs from the group. Charles hides his face with one hand, amused, and you sink a little lower in your seat.

"This wouldn’t happen if you weren’t so adorable," he murmurs, finally turning his head to look at you. So close, so calm, so him.

"And you?" you reply, raising an eyebrow. "Who told your smile it could act like that without my permission?"

Charles smiles wider now and lowers his voice even more.

"Believe me, if this were a movie, you would’ve stolen the scene the moment you walked in."

You’re speechless for a moment. You kind of hate him for that. But just a little. Because mostly, you want to hug him for saying it so easily, so naturally.

On screen, engines roar, there’s a tense scene between drivers… but between you two, there’s only this comfortable, shared silence. Like you’ve already lived through many scenes together. Like you’re writing a new one now, unscripted, in this cinema row.

And just when you're about to cuddle into him, not caring what anyone says, Charles leans in a little and whispers:

"After this, you owe me ice cream. Because I officially survived the stares of half the press knowing you're by my side."

You laugh. Because that’s not something you survive.

The movie ends to applause. The kind that lasts a bit too long and feels almost ceremonial… but when you turn and see the proud looks on everyone’s faces, you find yourself clapping with a smile too.

Charles doesn’t stop looking at you.

"What did you think?" he asks once you’re standing, exiting with the group through a more private side door.

"I loved it. Though if it were up to me, I’d have added more Leclerc scenes. Especially without the helmet," you say, crossing your arms in fake seriousness.

He laughs, slightly surprised. Steps a bit closer, lowering his voice.

"That can be arranged. But in private."

You nudge him gently with your shoulder, just as Lando and Pierre jump at the chance.

"Did you see how they walked out holding hands the whole time?" Lando says, like you’re not right behind him.

"They’re not a couple. They’re a Valentine’s Day campaign on legs," Pierre adds, sipping from a water bottle that’s very clearly disguised champagne.

"Enough already!" you say with a laugh you can’t hold back.

But Charles replies with a calmness that catches everyone off guard.

"And what if we are?"

They go silent. Not awkwardly. More like… surprised. Like no one expected him to say it so plainly.

You look at him, raising a brow.

"That casual, huh?"

He shrugs, but his fingers brush against yours again, like he’s searching for more than just contact.

"I’m with the person I want to be with. Why would I hide that?"

You don’t know if it’s the warm hallway lights or the way the night already smells like summer, but that comment leaves you floating a little.

"Well, well… couple confirmed," Lando murmurs like a breaking news headline. "So what’s next, rings or ice cream?"

"Ice cream," you reply without hesitation.

"Definitely ice cream," Charles adds, now holding your hand with zero shame.

Minutes later, you've escaped the flashbulbs and designer suits. You’re walking down a quiet street, far from the theater, with a couple of discreet bodyguards in the background and ice cream in hand. Charles chose vanilla with chocolate chips. You picked something different just to mess with him, though you ended up stealing from his anyway.

"You know what the best part of the movie was?" you ask, sitting on a bench facing an empty park.

"The sound of the Ferrari engine?"

"No. This moment. Right now."

Charles looks at you for a long second. The kind of look that lingers. Full of intention.

"You always make the ‘afters’ worth it," he says softly.

And just when you’re about to say something equally cheesy, someone in the distance yells:

"Kiiiss! Come on, you’re right there!"

You turn. Lando again. With Pierre next to him, raising his ice cream like he’s toasting in your honor.

Charles just sighs. Leans in slowly, brushes your nose with his, and says, against your lips:

"Should we give them what they want?"

"For them or for you?"

"For us."

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🎧Shutting them up with a kiss mid argument - Hyung Line edition 🎧

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📖 Summary:  basically what the title says

🖋️ Author’s Note:  sorry it took me eons to write this, life was a lot let's just say lol. I'll try to update more though so stay tuned.

⚠️ Warnings: NOT PROOFREAD. Cursing as always, reader is gender neutral. Arguments but nothing too serious. kissing and displays of affection. Mention of fainting and low blood sugar in chan's part. Suggestive ending in Hyunjin's part. Mention of someone making reader uncomfortable in Hyunjin's part. i can't think of anything else but if i missed anything don't hesitate to tell me^^

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Bang Chan

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Having a handsome friend like Chan was surely an interesting experience. Because as he gave you the longest lecture of your life all you could think about was how hot he looked and how all you wanted was to kiss him senseless. You were a perfect definition of that TikTok sound- bla bla bla backstory stuff. 

To explain how you got here with Chan arguing like a tired concerned mom in the middle of a hospital parking lot you would have to go back in time for a few hours. It was nothing special, you just woke up late and you were really rushing so, you didn’t have breakfast. No big deal right? But you did mess up on the part where you didn’t eat anything while you were at work too. You were just too busy! And you might have gone to bed hungry yesterday too because you were too tired... 

So what if you fainted. It was only for a minute or two. Your colleague just panicked and called an ambulance. You just had low blood sugar no biggie. 

So here you were now. Chris had been on and on lecturing you about absolute necessity of eating breakfast and here you were thinking how ridiculously hot he was even while arguing. 

His tone was calm, calculated yet assertive. He looked determined to make you understood his point. You really tried to listen, but he looked so ridiculously hot. like how were you even supposed to act normal? And most of all behave? He even had his shirt folded up to his elbows, his veins and hands... you were just a human for god’s sake! 

You were wrong to have other thoughts while he genuinely tried to tell you what was best for you, while he only had your best interest in mind and genuinely cared about your wellbeing. 

You were wrong, you knew that. So you did that would make things even more worse than not listening. 

Unable to take away your eyes from his lips as he spoke... Them looking so plump and inviting... Suddenly you were acting up on your inner desires, feelings or maybe even pure instincts.  

It all happened in a flash. One second you were looking at his lips next second you had brought him close to you by his collar and you were kissing him hard, successfully shutting him up. 

Funny thing was you had always wondered how kissing him would feel like. And now you got to know it. Although now as you got to know how soft his lips actually were and you realized he tasted so sweet ... it was like you could feel yourself slowly get addicted to him. 

The gravity of what you did only dawned on you after Chan all but stared at you when you leaned back. The silence was deafening and felt like it lasted eternity. 

Chan looked stunned. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. He had his pointer and middle finger on his lip as he stared at you searching for answers. 

You couldn’t do it. As much as your actions were bold you were also a coward. There was no way you could face him now. 

You turned around to leave. To say you were feeling overwhelmed would be an understatement. The gravity and shame of what you did weighted you down like bricks. 

His hand on your wrist caught you. 

You couldn’t meet his eyes you stared at your shoes like it was the most interesting thing in the world. There was no way you could hold his gaze, not after what you did, not after the greatest friendship you just ruined. 

You heard Chan sigh softly. And then... You didn’t know how to explain it, but you almost felt him smile, you didn’t even have to look at him. 

“God you’re such a brat.” 

You didn’t even have time to process anything. One second he was still holding you in place preventing you from running away and the next second you were spun around, his hands cupped your face, and Chan was kissing you senseless. 

You didn’t know what this meant for your friendship or your relationship overall, but you didn’t feel as afraid now. 

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Lee Know

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You didn’t mean to ignore him, not really. But here he was, a grown ass man sulking like a kid because you didn’t cuddle him when he asked you to. 

To explain from the start both of you had a day off so you decided to have a sleepover at his house. You spent all night cuddling and watching anime. 

Minho got up for a while to take a shower and while he was in the bathroom Soonie Doongie and Dori decided they wanted to spend some time with you. All three of them cuddled up to you and who were you to deny your adorable babies' affection? 

When Minho came back all four of you were sprawled on the couch leaving no space for him and as much as you loved your boyfriend you would NOT reject your kids’ affection for him. 

Honestly you had warned Minho over and over again that he was spending way too much time with Hyunjin because the scene he just made was just purely overdramatic. He kept whining and sulking how betrayed he was by those closest and dearest to his heart. He kept arguing how you were rejecting him when he was the one who bought you and the kids together. He kept huffing and puffing all cutely how you loved cats more than him. 

You looked at the cats for a second and it was like you had some sort of mutual understatement. They scrawled around as you got up and approached your overdramatic boyfriend who, mind you, was still ranting and yapping about how life but mostly you were unfair. 

Minho was still in the middle of his speech when you decided that you were done listening to him and were now set on shutting him up. 

Hooking your hand on the waistband of his pants you brought him closer to you. He was startled for a second but then a smug grin quickly overtook his features. He looked at you, eyes fully challenging you and who were you to back down? He didn’t stop his speech, he was fully enjoying himself now, testing your patience. He was testing you. 

You obviously had to shut him up now.  

So you did. 

You quickly kissed him before he had time to realize what you were up to. 

The kiss was firm and passionate and as always fully intoxicating. 

When you leaned back for air and most importantly to grovel in victory Minho decided to strike back. 

His hands quickly found their place on your hips and he brought you close in one harsh movement, smashing your lips together. And unlike you he kissed like a man possessed. Like he wanted to devour you whole. His lips moved against yours in a rough possessive manner igniting you from within. 

Forget flustering or just teasing him (although you did notice the second before he kissed you how adorable shade of red his ears had become) you had to shut him up more like this if it meant that he would kiss you like this in return. 

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Seo Changbin

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Sometimes you just stare at your boyfriend and think – how can a person be this round and squishy? Honestly, the cuteness agression Seo Changbin was able to revoke in you should be studied by scientist. Even now as he layd in bed next to him and kept whining how you had been hogging blankets all night all you could think about was just how much you loved your boyfriend. 

In the back of your mind you felt bad. You were ignoring him as he whined to you about how he couldn’t sleep all night. You always listened to him no matter how ridiculous his yapping sessions were, you just couldn’t now. Your mind kept coming back to how cute and adorable he looked. You looked as he laid next to you his head on his arm, his cheek squished up so cutely. maybe you could bite it? He wouldn’t be too mad would he? Maybe he would get sulky but still... he always forgave you as long as you gave him kisses. You really wanted to kiss him. He looked way too cute. So soft and squishy and very much boyfriend material. 

“Baby are you even listening to me?” his voice bought you back to reality. God you were at least supposed to feel bad for ignoring him. 

“No.” You admitted casually as you put your head on his bare chest. As always so warm and sturdy. Bringing you sense of comfort and safety.

Changbin’s scoff was overdramatic as always. He didn’t let go of you as he started to whine all over again. Offended that you were ignoring him just like that so casually. You felt every syllable rumble from his chest as he kept yapping how hurt and offended he was. The funny thing was that his hand never left the small of your back, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.  

God you loved this goofy idiot. 

Not wishing to hear his whole yap session about how cold he was you decided to shut him up. Gently cupping his cheek you leaned in and kissed him.  

There was one thing about kissing Seo Changbin. No matter how many times you kissed him... no matter how you felt... no matter if your lips felt like falling off... you would never get tired of kissing him. 

You couldn’t fully put it to words.  just what being with him did to you. Maybe it sounded dramatic and cliche but the best description would be that. Whenever your lips brushed against his, suddenly life was worth living again. 

Changbin leaned into the kiss immediately, both of his arms wrapping around you securely. He was flustered at first, but he was Seo Changbin. He never lost his cool. In seconds he overtook the kiss completely. He was the one who had you breathless and gasping for air as his lips brushed against yours in a passionate and loving kiss. 

“you’re such a tease.” You heard him grumble underneath you as he gently pecked you again his eyes sparking and full of love.

You found yourself chuckling at his comment. What could be said? You didn’t feel bad at all. Smiling in victory you put your head on his chest again, his arms still tight around you, making you feel so safe and warm. You could stay like this forever. “Sorry baby I couldn’t resist.” You pointed out every word with gentle circles with your thumb on his ribs. 

Changbin scoffed but it was apparent he wasn’t mad at all. He grumbled something about you being a brat but honestly you didn’t care. Not when he had you in his arms like this. 

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Hwang Hyunjin

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One thing you loved the most about Hyunjin was how passionate he was. But sometimes all this passion he had literally running in his veins meant that even the slight inconvenience would result in the most overdramatic outburst ever. 

You understood why he wasn’t happy. You two were attending your friend’s wedding. The fact that you were a couple was the most obvious thing ever. Hyunjin hadn’t left your side for a whole night. He really was your Velcro baby. Like you weren’t being dramatic or anything. His hand literally hadn’t left your waist. Also, the number of times he kissed either your cheek or temple...

Your point was that anyone with working eyes or even just two working braincells would be able to tell that you were together. Yet there was this one asshole that kept checking you out and relentlessly flirting with you no matter how many times you shut down his advances. 

To say that Hyunjin was pissed was an understatement. You as well. The asshole really managed to get under your skin but your attention really was on your boyfriend now. 

“You okay baby?” Your whole attention was on him as he gave the shameless man the nastiest side eye ever. 

Hyunjin looked at you, his arm tight around your waist as he laid his head on your shoulder, your hand almost instinctively went to his hair. Gently scratching his nape. 

“I’m not fine. I hate how that asshole stares at you! So disrespectful.” Hyunjin grumbled. Honestly you loved whenever he got protective over you despite needing protection from almost everything himself.  

“Want to leave darling? It’s getting late anyways.”  You whispered against his ear loving his presence all around you. 

“Why should we have to leave because of some asshole? Are you uncomfortable darling? I swear I will kick his butt. Minho taught me some boxing moves and Changbin had been making go to Gym with him. I’m basically unstoppable! You say the word my love!” Hyunjin spoke with determination and passion. You couldn’t help but smile listening to him. God he was too adorable for his good. 

“You’re adorable baby. I’m fine I promise. Although constant staring is getting under my skin.” 

“I knew it! He is making you uncomfortable! I will go and have a damn word with him! No one can make my baby uncomfortable! Some people have no shame!” Not wanting to escalate things further you stopped him. And before he even had a chance to say anything you kissed him hard. 

Hyunjin was taken aback but he quickly returned the kiss. His lips moving against yours harshly like he was claiming you. He kissed you back like a man starved. Like he had a point to prove. He had never kissed you like this. Your whole body felt like it was catching on fire, not that you minded. You loved how possesive he got yet how he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world. 

You kissed him just as hard. Maybe you were being inappropriate, you were at a wedding after all. But most of the guests were quite drunk or tipsy already so no one really paid any mind to you. 

After a while you had to break the kiss. Unfortunately, there was this thing called oxygen all the humans needed to survive. 

You didn’t know what came over you but you wanted the whole world to know you were his. Before Hyunjin even the thought would be ridiculous for you but now... your life really was like that tailor Swift song. "I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck not because he owns me but cuz he really knows me, which is more than they can say. - Call It What You Want. "

Honestly the kiss you two shared was so mind blowing for you, you didn’t even remember why you kissed him in the first place. Only when you noticed him look behind you and smirk in victory when you got reminded. 

Looking back yourself you also noticed that the guy who was relentlessly staring at you earlier now looked away all defeated. You smirked knowing your plan worked.  

Hyunjin looked at you looking almost giddy. 

“Don’t even say anything.” - You warned him, but he didn’t listen at you for a second. Fully smirking he wrapped his hands around you and nuzzled into your neck. 

It was endearing how clingy he could get. 

“You should do that more. It's an effective way telling everyone we belong to each other.” - Good thing he was cute, or you would have smacked him for being so cocky. 

“Come on let’s go home. I have a point to prove who I belong to.” You smirked satisfied while you watched your boyfriend almsot lose his shit with your suggestive comment. 

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who told him to get jacked — 𝐨𝐩. 𝟖𝟏 oscar piastri x fem!black!reader smau. this is a shitpost, you have been warned. reader is weak for oscar's muscle growth. inspo 1 & 2.

synopsis: oscar’s girlfriend is feral on main.

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. i opened tumblr and saw the photos of oscar when he went karting and um…now have another mess of a smau! inspired by the nefarious actions i would do to oscar’s biceps. inspired by @dwarvenchords and @hookhausenschips. it’s short but, enjoy, loves xxx.

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oscarpiastri: love…you couldn’t even save this for the close friends stories? you had to post it on main yninstagram: did you like my joke? oscar “jack”ed piastri LOL im so clever oscarpiastri: ijbol 😐 yninstagram: i’d be pressed but ur muscles are distracting me oscarpiastri: u should cmere and give them a kiss :)

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yninstagram 1. tie a bow around them (completed)

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➥ user FUCK! I CAN’T FIND A PIECE OF PAPER TO WRITE THIS ON

yninstagram 2. kiss them (completed)

➥ user awh how cute! going to nap on the interstate rq

➥ user wait for me!

➥ user omg slumberpartyyyyy

yninstagram 3. touch them (completed)

➥ markwebber there’s a time i thought you were a normal girl

➥ yninstagram who told you to think that??

user i know those arms are rock solid 🥴🤤

user i’m the toto user on twitter !!! she did not kill me y’all !!!

➥ user u were flirting with death babes

➥ user i would not have admitted to this under her post

➥ user you should seek witness protection 🙏🏾

yninstagram 4. have him suffocate you with them (he said no)

➥ oscarpiastri WHY DID YOU INCLUDE THIS ONE

➥ logansargeant i think you’re proving the mentally-ill part y/n

➥ yninstagram u sound jealous logan

➥ user personally, i think if you didn’t want her to say that, you shouldn’t have muscles @/oscarpiastri

➥ oscarpiastri oh! yeah! why didn’t i think of that—lemme just take them off rq 😐 WTH

yninstagram 5. wall sex (?)

➥ oscarpiastri i specifically said not to say #4 and #5 in public

➥ user the question mark is SENDING MEEEEE

➥ yninstagram i mean, i can tell you that he didn’t say no to this one 😈 @/user

➥ landonorris i did not want to see this when i opened ig

➥ yninstagram do us all a favor then and delete ur account x

➥ oscarpiastri what she said^

➥ landonorris :o -> :(

yninstagram 6. draw on them (in progress)

➥ user wait this one is actually cute 🤭

➥ oscarpiastri watching the pure concentration on her face is adorable

➥ user omg she’s so 👉🏼👈🏼 coded

➥ oscarpiastri it tickles lol

➥ yninstagram ur moving around too much

➥ yninstagram might have to tie you to the headboard 😏

➥ user and she’s back on her bs

yninstagram 7. watch him flex for you (ongoing indefinitely)

➥ mclaren do we have your permission to post oscar thirst traps now?

➥ yninstagram i’m sure we could work out something mutually beneficial

oscarpiastri • february 28th • my girl’s basement ⚑

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oscarpiastri she knocked out on my chest halfway through drawing on me. didn’t know this was part of the boyfriend job description, felt like there was some false adverting. overall: 12/10 experience, will be doing this again.

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danielricciardo didn’t know where this was going for a sec but fuck you guys are so cute 🥹

➥ oscarpiastri thank you? i guess

➥ user oh to have my relationship praised by danny ric

➥ user girl ur man responds to your texts two days late

➥ user DAMN u didn’t have to air out my business like thatttt

user WHAT DID SHE USE TO DRAW ON YOU OSCAR??? HELP A GIRL OUT

➥ oscarpiastri its liquid eyeliner 🫡

➥ oscarpiastri she used an eyeshadow palette when she wanted to add colors

➥ user why did i never think of that, she’s so smarttttt

user oscar piastri the MAN that u AREEEE

logansargeant so,,,,are we still getting dinner later orrrrr

➥ user LOL

➥ user omg y/n was right logan IS jealous

➥ logansargeant im not jealous !!!!

➥ user 💀

➥ user okayyyy….we believe you LMAOOOOO

➥ oscarpiastri ijbol 😂

➥ logansargeant stop using ijbol it’s not funny

➥ user this will be the only time that i say i agree with logan on something

➥ logansargeant ur literally a fan account FOR ME?? @/user

➥ user yeah man u didn’t have to bring that up 😒

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★ DON'T FORGET TO KISS ME OR ELSE YOU'LL HAVE TO MISS ME. tsukishima kei

.ᐟ Content summary: Boyfriend Tsukishima headcanons part 2

.ᐟ Includes: Tsukishima x fem!reader

.ᐟ Word count: 1.75 k

.ᐟ Content warnings: none, just fluff, sfw, kinda realistic?)

.ᐟ A/N: Since the first Tsukishima bf hc were so well received, i wrote a second part as a thank you for all the support on the first work <333. The title of this it's lyrics of this song by beabadoobee.

.ᐟ ☆ Part 1 ☆

☆ He gets very offended if you don’t want to share a spoon or straw with him. He actually finds it disgusting to share any cuttery, straw or glass with somebody else because well, ew, only god knows where their mouths have been and he’s not taking any chances. But with you, it’s a whole different story. If you even dare to wipe the rim of his glass before drinking from it, he looks at you so offended and literally gives you a narrowed eyed look like daring you to keep wiping. He takes this as you non verbally saying you find him disgusting, just a little dramatic, right? But of course it’s nothing serious and he knows you both are joking. After the aforementioned occurrence, he would act very much offended until you give him some kisses to show him you are not disgusted by him and of course, he always gives in.

☆ Asking for affection isn’t something he does, but when he wants you to hug him or kiss him he starts to play with your hair or gets really close to you. If you are oblivious to his attempts to convey his affectious needs, he just sulks for like 5 minutes before asking something dramatic like “why are you being so cold with me today?”,while looking at you like this. He does initiate affection with you often but he just likes to be dramatic because he knows you play along in his little game and after his dramatic complaint, you give him all the affection he craves.

☆ His phone has a different notification sound for you. You are the only person on his phone who has a distinctive ringtone and notification sound, it sounds like something normal but considering how Tsukishima doesn’t look like he cares for those little details, it took his family and friends out of guard when they figured it all out. The call ringtone he chose for you it’s the Nana theme song or some sound similar to that one because for him you sound exactly like that, and for the notification sound it’s something that sounds like the sparkles in the movies, something cute and whimsical like that. It’s a little cheesy but this is peak Tsukishima being a discrete loverboy for you.

☆ Gaming together it's a must. So any game works for him and most of the time lets you choose what you want to play but i feel he 100% loves to play cozy multiplayer games with you, like Minecraft or Stardew Valley, these two are his favorite. In Minecraft you are mostly building stuff and having a competition about it, and you always win because he has 0 creativity sense and what he builts always looks plain and a little wrong placed. Now, Stardew Valley was a game he found silly and a waste of time because it looked boring, but he actually got hooked on it pretty quick after he tried it for the first time. As I mentioned before, he sucks at decorating so you take care of your little farm so everything looks pretty while he goes in search for all the items you need, you forage, make artisan goods and fish while he collects wood, rocks and goes into the mines to fight the monsters there because it’s fun for him and he always gifts you your favorite crystal at the end of the day <3

☆ It may be a little silly but you have a shared tamagotchi that it’s like your child. The idea of this was surprisingly his. It happened because he got the tamagotchi as a plus gift after his mom bought something in a random store so his mom let him keep it even though he didn’t want the damn thing, he thought of throwing it away but thought that you might like it so he gifted it to you. After that, you were constantly taking care of the little virtual mascot to a point that got Tsukishima wondering about all the effort you put in taking care of a bunch of pixels and how you got stressed sometimes you got when you were busy and couldn’t attend the necessities of the virtual thing, so being the sweet boyfriend he is, he offered to take the tamagotchi and take care of it even if he didn’t saw the appeal in taking care of it. Soon he came to find that even if the whole thing of taking care of some virtual pet was a little dumb, it was funny (in a good way) to think of you basically co-parenting that dumb virtual pet that he grew to like. Then one day he said you should share the tamagotchi because it was already like your child, when you agreed, he took his role as a father very seriously and actually took good care of your virtual child.

☆ You know how in some couples it happens that there’s a person that it’s really picky with food and the other person eats basically everything that’s edible, yeah well, in your relationship Tsukishima it’s the picky eater. It may be that you are also a very picky eater but he takes that to a whole new level. Yes, he doesn’t like green peppers, he can’t stand any onion except spring onion and yes, he doesn't eat chicken if it’s not nuggets or chicken breast because he’s disgusted of the cartilages and chewy things, that’s all very reasonable and all but he sometimes he has very specific and a little odd pickiness habits. There was this time when you had started dating in which you were having a little date in a cafe and of course you both ordered some cake, he ordered a strawberry shortcake and started to take the strawberries off the piece cake… When you asked the reason for this, you expected that maybe he was saving them for the end but no, his answer was calm and nonchalant: “I don’t like strawberries.” You were dumbfounded, he just shrugged and continued his task before explaining he liked the taste the strawberries left lingering in the cream of the cake but he hated strawberries and only liked that almost unnoticeable flavor they gave to the strawberry shortcake…  Dating him after that meant to deal with his very unusual picky eater preferences, but well, you learned to love his suspiciously neurodivergent habits. For the record, if you are the kind of person that eats pretty much everything, he’s gonna be placing on your plate everything he picks off out of his food <3 (as i was editing, this tiktok popped up in my feed and this is basically Tsukishima i'm afraid lol)

☆ His family loves you a lot. His mom loved you even before personally meeting you because of how much Tsukishima talked about you to her, a mother knows, and she knew you were good for him because she could see how Tsukishima seemed more cheerful and full of life after he started dating you and that gained you her approval. Now, his mom always invites you constantly to lunch or dinner at their place, invites you to family outings they have and you regularly receive some food or baked goods from her. Now Akiteru, Tsukishima’s brother, he absolutely likes you and it’s happy about your relationship, but since he and Tsukishima are still working in building their brotherly relationship up, he keeps his distance a little bit but he’s always nice to you and stubbly let’s you know how glad he is you are taking care of his little brother.

☆ His love language is acts of service and physical touch. So, he isn’t good with words and love it’s a very complex kind of feeling, expressing it it’s hard or easy depending on the person and Tsukishima in this case, couldn’t bring himself to say all he feels for you out loud, he just can’t, so instead of just keep quiet and no do anything about it, he found another way of letting you know how much he loves you; acts of service and physical touch. He always carries your bag for you, even your handbag if you use one, he always pays for everything and doesn’t accept your money when you want to pay him back, walks in the side of the sidewalk, always gets you your favorite snacks and food, fixes your hair when the wind ruins it, tells you when your makeup it’s smudged and sometimes he even tries to fix it, pays attention to everything you say, opens the doors for you, places his hand on your head or covers the table corners when you bend down so you won’t hurt yourself and so on. Now physical touch it’s a tiny bit more important to him because he is very vulnerable when he’s affectionate towards you, he’s shy about it but tries his best to be nonchalant and casual when he holds your hand, wraps his arm around your shoulders as you walk, when he hugs you by the waist, when he nudges your noses together, when he kisses your cheek or your forehead, when he kisses your lips as his hands cradle your face… In all of those acts of service and touches, he completely pours out his heart and hopes you know how much you mean to him.

☆ Like it’s stated in the previous point, kisses are a very meaningful thing to him, whether the kisses are pecks, small kisses, long kisses, makeout sessions and any of that, kisses are not something Tsukishima takes lightly. The first time you kissed he almost passed out from the rush of emotions, the memory of how it felt and how you tasted it’s engraved deep in his brain and the more you kissed with the pass of time, his fondness for kissing you grew and grew more everytime your lips met. His kisses depend on the place you are, it can be a peck if there’s too much people around or it can be a long lasting kiss if you’re alone, whatever it is but he always has to kiss you goodbye, that became almost a non-spoken rule, he has to kiss you whether it be on the lips or your cheek or your forehead but he has to or he’ll be feeling so uncomfortable about it, like an itch that he has to scratch to kiss you as soon as you see each other again. If he forgets to kiss you, he’ll be missing you until his lips met with yours once again <3

[nnakariiii]

saiki k x gn!reader - dating headcanons

Saiki Kusuo, Kaidou Shun

SAIKI KUSUO ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Saiki has never been in a relationship before. The only role model he has is his parents. But he won't act like his lovey-dovey silly parents... will he?

I actually think you're his first and forever partner

You never have conflicts or quarrels just because he can solve any problem before you realize there was a problem

And there are no misunderstandings. He just knows what you like and what you don't

He's almost perfect. The only thing is he doesn't open up quickly. He tells you about his psychic powers only if he knows it won't cause a problem in the future

Kusuo just wants you to know. It feels wrong to keep secrets from you when you actually can't hide anything from him

Besides, he always solves your problems even if they don't seem serious to him. Like, you're sad because you've lost your cute keychain and he uses his powers to find it, acting like he's super annoyed. In fact, he likes to see you happy

Mostly he helps without you even knowing it. For example, he heard someone thinking badly of you, so he changed their opinion with mind control. But if someone has bad intentions about you... they'll never see a good day in their life

He would watch your favorite shows with you even if he knows all the spoilers from your head, he just enjoys time spent with you

Almost all your dates are at cafes or in his room. Saiki feels comfortable this way

Sometimes Nendou, Kaidou and others would ask you two to go have some ramen with them

However, you already have your 'stupid TV shows' date planned

'Umm, you know, guys, I actually need to study, so I'd better go...', you made up this excuse awkwardly

'Don't leave me here', Saiki says to you through his telepathy

'Oh, yeah, Kusuo. You promised to help me, remember?', you say and he plays along as you're ready to leave

But super jealous Teruhashi says, 'Oh, maybe I could help you too? I need to study as well'

And suddenly everyone else want to study (with Teruhashi) too

The date is ruined... or not?

'We're going on a date', Saiki says in a serious tone which made you feel a little bit awkward but happy

Nendou can't stop laughing. Aren and Kaidou are shocked. Teruhashi smiles but her dark thought are full of jealousy

The stupid TV show was actually stupid

KAIDOU SHUN ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Super awkward and shy. He felt comfortable with you when you were just friends even with his feelings but the fact of you actually dating makes him so shy

He's actually really insecure and afraid that you'll break up with him

He likes it when you play along to his Dark Reunion stuff

I even feel like he would make you a part of his story. Like of you were meant to be Jet Black Wing's partner. He would also write short stories about him saving you from some kind of a monster and you will NEVER see it

He would also give you your own bandages of your favorite color, so 'his powers don't occasionally hurt you' when you hold hands (But he's too shy to hold your hand anyway). For him it's a sign that you support him so he would be sad if you refused to wear them

But, seriously, Kaidou appreciates you SO much. He can't believe that someone like you agreed to be his partner. He even thought it might be just a joke (my poor boy)

He also starts to trust you in a while and tells you about his worries and insecurities. He feels more confident when you support him

As I've already said, he would be shy around you. But when you're not around he'll brag about you to his friends and tell them that you're madly in love with him (actually, he is) and he found you cute and agreed to date you (actually, you did)

He wouldn't tell his mom about you at first. She will find it out herself when she sees you walking Shun home and kiss his cheek before leaving

His mom would invite you to their house and say something like, 'I don't want my Shun to be distracted by romance. He needs to study for his exams...', and Kaidou feels so embaressed

You understood everything right away and found a way to please her

'I help Shun with studying and he helps me to. He's actually really smart, that's why I like him. I actually get really good grades... Blah blah blah'. And it worked!

Even Kaidou is surprised by how good you are at convincing people

Suddenly his mom treats you well, gives you desserts and asks Shun about how you're doing

'Will Y/N come to our place today?'

'Mom, stop...'

I hope you're actually a good student but if not... you're such a good liar!

Actually, Kaidou is proud of you no matter what you're good at

He also picks up your habits and hobbies and wants you to do the same

When he finally gets used to you he's really gentle and caring partner who will make you happy every way possible

ok, i guess my type is a psychic person or a person pretending to be a psychic. don't judge me.

thx for reading!

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ᱬ⛧ in this life ~ k. bakugou

sum: you always loved to celebrate his birthday, yet he had to go and one-up himself compared to a few years ago,

pairing: timeskip! katsuki bakugou x fiancée reader

content: 18+ - mdni. p in v, slight teasing, implied multiple orgasms, implied multiple rounds, pet names, general NSFW content. italicised words for flashback.

a/n: happy birthday to our favourite explosive blonde-haired boy! ngl, this kinda feels rushed at the end but purely because i wanted to get this out while it was still the 20th (which ends in like 2ish hours for me). who knows, i might write another version of this focusing purely on the wedding night! (who am i kidding of course I’ll end up doing that). as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 2.8k

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

Closing your eyes, you stood still as Mina added the finishing touches to your hair. She’d insisted on some gems to match the ones in your veil, so of course you couldn’t say no to her. She’d been your best friend for as long as you could remember, even before your U.A. days.

She was the one who always cheered you on and had your back whenever you needed someone. Not that you needed help to begin with, especially when you met the rest of your friends in the hero course.

“And done”. Opening your eyes, you glanced up to see what she’d done, your gaze growing soft as you looked behind you. “Oh, Mina, you didn’t have to do this, you know”. Bringing your hands up, you fanned your face to stop yourself from crying. You’d spent a lot of money on your makeup, and you sure as hell weren’t going to ruin it yet.

Turning around to face her, you held your hands out for her to grab, pulling her into a hug when she did. “Thank you, I mean it”. Pulling back, you let out a laugh as you saw her trying to hold back her own tears. “I always knew this day would come from the moment he first saw you”.

Trying hard not to roll your eyes, you let out a laugh as you let her go to walk over to a table to get her the rest of the things you needed. “Glad one of us did”.

The clicking of the door opening made you focus shift to the person entering. Offer a soft smile, you walked over and hugged them. “Thanks for doing this, Kiri”. Pulling back, you smiled softly and kissed his cheek. “Hey, you know I’ll do anything you need me to”. Humming, you stepped back and took hold of his arm. “Let’s go”.

Staring at the doors in front of you, you swallowed hard and gripped onto Kirishima’s arm a little tighter. Right now, you could feel your nerves trying to get the best of you, trying to make you doubt your choice before it had even happened. Taking a deep breath, you blew it out slowly as the doors creaked open, music beginning to play as you walked forward.

Eyes, that’s all you could feel on you as you walked. It made your skin crawl slightly; you weren’t used to all this attention. “You’re doing great (n/n). Look, we’re almost there”. The soothing voice of Kirishima reached your ears as you looked ahead.

He was right, you were nearly there. Near the one person who you knew would help the anxiety settle.

Today, of all days, should have been about them, but they insisted this was what they wanted. Guess they wanted to one-up what they did a few years ago.

Stepping back, you rested your hands on your hips as you looked up at the banner that had just been hung. To most people, today was a normal day, but to you, it was the day your boyfriend was born and a day you loved to celebrate even more than he had.

“That’s everything, just need to wait for him to come home”. Glancing at the clock, you saw it was close to the time he would finish his hero work for the day and make his way through the door. Through the door to your birthday welcome.

A few moments later, the clicking of the door closing told you he was finally home, no doubt a bit dirty with some scratches, but still safe. A flick of the light illuminated the room before you jumped in front of the bewildered figure, a huge grin on your face. “Happy birthday Katsuki!”.

Blinking his eyes in confusion, the blonde clicked his tongue before rolling his eyes. “You idiot, you didn’t need to do this”. Titling your head, you laughed and took his hand, dragging him to the small table beside the couch. “I know I didn’t, but I wanted to, it is your birthday after all”.

Leaning down, you scooped up the cake you’d made and lit the candle a moment later, bringing it in front of your boyfriend. “Okay, you know what to do Kat”. Before you moved closer, you felt the cake being taken from your hands and held in front of you. “Of course I know what to do dumbass, I want to try something a little different this year. Now close your eyes and blow it out, after making a wish”.

Staring confused, you opened your mouth to retort, only to be cut off with a quick "Just do it". Rolling your eyes, you closed them and thought of something to wish for before exhaling the air in your lungs quickly, the flame on the candle disappearing soon after. "Now keep your eyes shut until I tell you, okay?".

"But Kat..". You went to open your eyes only to have a hand placed over them. "Just do as I tell you". Biting your lip, you relented and kept your eyes closed, waiting to be told when to open them. "Okay, now you can open them".

Opening your eyes, you blinked a few times before noticing your boyfriend wasn't standing there anymore. "Huh?". "Down here, idiot". At the sound of his voice, you cast your gaze down, only to stumble back. "Katsuki, shat are you doing?". There on the floor knelt your boyfriend. Your boyfriend, who held an open box in his hand as he looked up at you. "What does it look like I'm doing?".

Dropping quickly to your knees, you scrambled forward to try and pull the box out of his hand, only to be stopped by his free hand. "I want you to marry me (y/n), I know I suck at words but I love you so much, more than I'll ever be able to show. So do me a favour and be my wife before I change my mind".

Had he been struck with a quirk that made him do this? Or was he seriously unwell? Of course, you wanted to marry your explosive boyfriend; the two of you had always talked about it, but it seemed to be brushed off each time. Until today, that is. "It's your birthday, though, Kat, it's supposed to be about you and what you want...". "And you don't think this isn't what I want? This is what I wanted since the day I first started dating you. I was too stupid to admit it".

Looking at the box, you studied the ring for a moment. Contrary to what most people would think, he'd opted for a simple ring with a small diamond in the centre. smaller stones of orange and black on either side. "I know it's not much, but when we get married, I'll buy you a better one. I just want to show the world you're my girl and my girl only".

Blinking back the tears, you nodded your head and threw your arms around his neck, face buried into the side of his neck. "Oh, Katsuki, of course I'll marry you!". Pulling your head back, you felt your hand being lifted and the cold ring being placed on your ring finger. "There, now everyone will know who stole your heart".

By the time you had finished remembering that day, you were at the end of the aisle, looking up to see your fiancé standing there. With the halo of light surrounding him, making his blonde hair and red eyes stand out more, you thought he looked like an angel sent to save you. Turning to Kirishima, you smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek while whispering a quick "thank you".

Turning your head, you stepped forward and took hold of the hand outstretched for you, a hand that you had held so many times before. A hand that made you feel safe. All it took was a few more steps until you stood in front of him, breathing out a sigh of relief. "Let's get married then, (y/n)".

Everything from that moment on felt like a dream, something you'd wake up from any time soon. Which, if it was, you prayed to whoever that you wouldn't. "I now present to you all, Mr. and Mrs. Katsuki Bakugou". Loud cheers sounded as you felt yourself being pulled into strong arms. "Time to kiss my wife, sweetheart". Laughing, you felt yourself being tilted down, lips covering yours in a kiss as you cupped his cheek.

You were now the wife of the infamous bad-boy looking hero.

The hours that followed were filled with joy and laughter. Speeches were given, as well as drinks that flowed. Group dances as well as the first dance as husband and wife. You were the happiest you’d ever been for a while, still on cloud nine as you found yourself back at the honeymoon suite of the hotel you were now checked into. “Hold on tight, my dear wife”.

Letting out a squeal, you wrapped your arms around Bakugou’s neck as he opened the door and carried you over the threshold before kicking it closed with his foot. “Kat, hurry up and put me down”. Looking up, you saw a mischievous glint in his eye as he moved quickly to the bed, throwing you onto the top of the sheets with a laugh.

When your body stopped bouncing, you leant on your elbows and looked at him, smiling softly as you took in the sight of him. The sight of your husband. “Don’t keep me waiting, Katsuki”.

That’s all he needed to hear you say before he climbed onto the bed, hovering over you before claiming your lips in a kiss. “As if I would ever keep you waiting”.

Clothes soon lay scattered on the floor. Some dropped almost neatly, others chucked carelessly, not that either of you cared. Not when you were lost in each other.

Breathy moans sounded from you as you arched your back, gripping onto the sheets to keep yourself grounded. Lips parted slightly and cheeks flushed as you gazed half lidded at the man above you currently knuckles deep inside your cunt. Slender fingers tapping against that spongy spot deep inside. “Hah, Kat”.

He could feel it, and so could you, the way your walls tightened around his fingers as the euphoria you felt crept closer. “That’s is princess, let go for me”. All it took was those words and a few more curls of his fingers to have you gasping, jaw slack as your vision blurred. The electricity you felt through your veins had you whimpering out. “Good girl”.

On any other night, you would have repaid him, having him a panting mess as you looked up through your eyelashes, eyes doe-like and cheeks puffed.

Right now, though, you both wanted to be closer to each other; that’s all that mattered. Manoeuvring himself between your legs, you felt your lower half being picked up, resting against strong thighs as the mushroom head of his cock pressed against you. Still coming down from your euphoria, you lazily reached a hand up and pulled at him as best as you could. “P-Please, Katsuki. Need to feel you”.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Pressing himself into you as you felt him slip past the small ring of resistance you had, sheathing himself deep within your walls. A gasp of surprise sounded from you as a deep moan rumbled in his chest at the feeling.

Taking a moment to look at you, red eyes scanned over you, taking in the way your cheeks were flushed, swollen lips parted as you panted. You were beautiful, not that he didn’t think you already were, but at this moment, you were glowing.

Pulling his hips back slightly, he took a moment to savour the way you shivered before pushing back into you. The soft moan you let slip past your lips would usually spur him on, encourage him to go faster until you were completely fucked out, however, this time was different.

While part of him wanted that, the other part of him, the part that he only ever showed to you, wanted something different, something that only you two could ever feel for each other. Love, he wanted you to feel how he loved you without words.

Each slow thrust, each touch and kiss - he made sure you felt it all. Felt how much he loved you and how much he wanted it to be you two for the rest of your lives together. The change of pace took you by surprise, but you were thankful for it. As much as you enjoy the roughness that was Katsuki Bakugou, sometimes you wanted the softer side of him. The side only you could bring out.

Time seemed to slow down around you both; nothing else mattered in that moment.

Before long, you found yourself looking down at your husband, hands splayed out on his chest as you steadied yourself. Hips moving to a invisible slow rythm as you rode him, pressing yourself down on his cock as you brough the pair of you closer to your ends.

"I can feel how close you are, my love, let me help you". The force of his hips pressing his cock into that spongy spot inside you from underneath made you moan out, your body falling forward as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "K-Kat, so close, p-please".

His response to you was wrapping his arms around you, hips moving fast driving him deeper into your cunt. "F-Fuck, kiss me (y/n)". At the sound of his words, you looked up and pressed your lips to his, tongues clashing in a messy kiss as you felt him twitch, ropes of his cum spurting deep within you making you feel fuller than you already were.

With a broken cry of his name, you reached your euphoria, your walls pulsating as they helped milk him of everything he had to offer. Arms slacked around you, as he pressed his head against yours. You both stayed like that for a few minutes, basking in post orgasm bliss as breathing returned to normal.

Moving yourself, you moaned softly as you lifted yourself off Bakugou's body, half hard cock slipping out as you lay down beside him. Lifting a hand, you cupped his face, running your thumb over his cheek before resting it over his thumping heart. "I love you, (y/n)".

Blinking, you lifted your head and smiled, humming out as you looked at him. "I know you do, and I love you too, Katsuki. Don't you ever forget that". Hearing his click his tongue, you laughed out knowing that was his way of saying "I won't dumbass".

You both lay like that for a good while, softly talking about the day and how much you enjoyed yourselves, not leaving out the parts where you both saw each other for the first time. "I guess you do scrub up pretty well, Kat".

Hearing him growl, you propped yourself up and laughed out. "What's that supposed to mean, (n/n)". Pausing, you tilted your head again, sticking your tongue out at him. "Oh, that you actually look so fucking handsome in something that's not your hero suit".

Lifting yourself up, you managed to seat yourself back on top of him, perching yourself on his thighs as you leaned forward. Your doe-like eyes looked up at him through your eyelashes as he propped himself up. "What do you think you're doing?". Without saying a word, you winked at him before taking ahold of his cock, slowly pumping as he groaned out, twitching in your hand as he grew hard once more.

Leaning forward, you swiped your tongue over the head, placing a soft kiss before sitting upright and moving up, lining him up with your entrance once more. "Think it's about time I gave you a birthday gift, my dear husband".

Red eyes watched as you sank yourself down, cock disappearing as walls stretched once more. Moaning out, you placed one hand on his chest. The other grabbing hold of his hand and bringing it to your chest, gasping out at the feeling of him rolling your nipple between his fingers.

Of course, this was like you; it didn't matter you'd both gotten married. What mattered to you right now was giving him a birthday present of your own. One that would make you blush as he recalled it in the days to come.

Moving your hips, you lifted yourself up once again before pressing down, moving your hips in a steady rhythm that grew needier by the thrust. That made you cry out time again as your husband's rough side took over once more, manoeuvring you into a variety of positions you knew that would make it hard to walk tomorrow.

Feelings that made you lose your mind to numbing pleasure. Feelings that caused your heart to swell in your chest as you took in the sight of your husband, the one man you'd spend the rest of your life with.

"Happy birthday, Katsuki, my darling husband. I'll love you in this life and the next".

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[sugurusyndrome]

cw/tags: househusband!nanami, fluff, smut, fem!reader

— oh househusband!nanami my love…

househusband!nanami initially resisted the idea of being a stay at home husband when you first proposed it. aghast, he might even say. he couldn’t fathom the possibility of being dependent upon your income. not that his masculinity was threatened or anything of the sort. you were the one supposed to be spoiled while he does the hard work.

your husband was traditional in a quite endearing sense. bless his giant heart and his even bigger cock.

“darling, i want to do this. for us,” you had gently insisted. reaching forward, you took off his spectacles and brushed a hand around his cheek. “you deserve to be pampered, too.”

househusband!nanami was exhausted from the long hours over many years and he knew his wife was sorely aware of that fact. he leaned into your touch, hazel eyes slipping shut.

“alright, my love.”

it took some adjusting to his new role during the first few days. when your alarm rang, you swiftly silenced it so he wouldn’t wake up. looking over your shoulder, you find his side of the bed empty.

househusband!nanami had gotten dressed as usual before remembering he didn’t need to work anymore. instead of going back to bed, he whipped up a breakfast feast fit for a queen. he also sent you off to your big-shot job with a kiss and your lunch.

soon enough, this became a routine. a hearty breakfast followed by a “see you later” kiss—kento didn’t like saying goodbye, it’s always “see you later.” househusband!nanami wanted to bring a smile to your hectic days so he stuck an adorable note in his neat handwriting squarely on your lunchbox. he never ran out of words to express his love for you.

househusband!nanami was finally able to tackle the books that had accumulated on his side of the bedroom but never had the chance to read. you could only imagine how he looked like, all cozy. in the nook of the living room where the sun shone best, he had one leg tucked under his body with his glasses perched on his sharp nose.

when he was not devouring words, househusband!nanami was taking himself on a stroll in the neighbourhood with a cup of a pick-me-up coffee. once, he passed a park and sat at a bench watching the mothers playing with their children with a soft smile. however, he quickly walked away because he realized his presence as a sole man just lingering at the edge of the park might be a cause of concern for the mothers. you giggled later over dinner when he recounted his thoughts to you. what a thoughtful man you married.

you wanted to give him 10 children.

if not books or a stroll in the neighbourhood, househusband!nanami was doing his duty ever so happily between your legs.

"k-ken..." you whimpered, back arching gracefully while your nails scraped his undercut in a way that made him growl into your pussy. he knew how much you loved the vibrations as much as he went crazy for your nails on his scalp. "missed this pussy today....mmm...” he captured your clit in a wet, hungry kiss. “take tomorrow off for me, sweetheart.”

this part of the night quickly cemented its spot as his favourite. to absolutely neither of your surprises.

househusband!nanami became fast friends with the owners of your favourite bakery. they already knew him from his frequent visits after his long shifts to pick up something sweet for his wife but the more he hung out there, the closer he got with the bakers. you were particularly fond of the strawberry shortcake from there and what did he do? oh yes, he learned how to make it. everything was from scratch down to the syrup. by the end of it he was sticky but super excited to surprise you with it for your birthday.

"honey, those better be happy tears," he chuckled, drawing you into a tender hug. either that, or the cake turned out to be a disaster.

"of course they are, kento!" you blubbered in his chest. strawberry syrup and whipped cream was smeared around your mouth, mixing with your tears.

oh, how you adored this man to his bare bones. and he devotedly breathed in the very air you exhaled.

[jungwnies]

sfw alphabet | max verstappen (mv1)

୨ৎ : synopsis : sfw a-z alphabet for max verstappen

୨ৎ : word count : 1483

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

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a ⤖ affection (how affectionate is he? how often does he show affection?)

not overly affectionate in public, but very touchy in private

loves casual touches...

like a hand on your back, fingers playing with yours, resting his arm around you

shows love in quiet, consistent ways rather than big romantic gestures

instinctively reaches for your hand or pulls you closer in his sleep

b ⤖ beginning (what would he be like as a bsf; how would the friendship start?)

chaotic, competitive, and fiercely loyal as a friend

will challenge you to literally everything (even things you don’t care about)

loves to tease and roast you, but in a way that’s lowkey affectionate

likely met through mutual friends or the f1 world, but once he trusts you, you’re stuck with him

c ⤖ cuddles (does he like to cuddle; how would he cuddle?)

selective cuddler tbh

only cuddles when he’s in the mood or exhausted

prefers being the big spoon but will let you lay on his chest when he’s feeling soft

loves lazy couch cuddles after long days, usually while watching something

if he falls asleep on you?

good luck moving...he’s not letting go

d ⤖ domestic (does he want to settle down; how good is he at cooking and cleaning?)

100% sees himself settling down but probably later in life

absolutely useless in the kitchen...will either burn something or order food

not messy, but not overly tidy

his version of "clean" is "organized chaos"

will attempt to help with chores but gets distracted easily

e ⤖ ending (if he had to break up with you; how would he do it?)

hates confrontation but wouldn’t ghost you, he’d be direct

tries to keep it short and emotionless, but if he really loves you, he’ll struggle

might distance himself beforehand to prepare for it

avoids drama, doesn’t believe in dragging things out once a decision is made

bro wants to be "nonchalant" but the nonchalant def isn't in the room with us LMFAO

f ⤖ fiance (how does he feel about commitment; would he want to get married quick?)

i think we ALL know this man is NOT in a rush to get married

but he definitely takes commitment seriously

if he’s all in, he’s all in

wouldn’t rush marriage but once he knows, he knows

doesn’t care about a huge wedding, but he’d want it to be private and meaningful

would probably propose in a low-key, intimate moment rather than something flashy

g ⤖ gentle (how gentle is he; emotionally + physically?)

physically? very gentle when it matters, especially with you

emotionally? a bit rough around the edges but gets softer over time

will check in on you in his own way, even if it’s just “did you eat?”

protective rather than soft

he expresses care through actions rather than words

h ⤖ hugs (does he likes hugs; how often does he hug you; what are his hugs like?)

not a big hugger with most people, but with you, it’s different

back hugs are his thing

he’ll wrap his arms around you randomly

hugs you tighter when he’s stressed, like he needs to recharge

quick shoulder squeezes when he’s busy but still wants to show affection

i ⤖ i love you (how fast does he say he loves you?)

takes his time

won’t say it unless he truly means it

might show it through actions first before actually saying the words

when he finally says it, it’s unexpected but sincere

prefers proving it over saying it constantly

j ⤖ jealousy (how jealous does he get; what does he do when he is jealous?)

competitive by nature, so he gets lowkey jealous but won’t admit it

if another guy is flirting with you, he’ll hover nearby and make his presence known

gets grumpy and sulky, but instead of arguing, he’ll just claim you with casual touches

if it really bothers him, he’ll confront you privately but won’t cause a scene

k ⤖ kisses (what are his kisses like; where does he like to kiss you; where does he like to be kissed?)

slow and deep kisses rather than rushed pecks

loves forehead kisses when he’s feeling soft

jawline/neck kisses are his go-to when he’s feeling playful

likes when you kiss his shoulder or temple

it makes him feel secure

l ⤖ little ones (how is he around children?)

surprisingly good with kids (penelope literally loves him), but he’ll never admit it

would be a fun dad but also slightly panicked when they cry

gets super competitive even in kid’s games...will not let them win on purpose

protective over his own kids, will be the type to coach their karting career if they’re interested

m ⤖ morning (how are mornings spent with him?)

not a morning person unless it’s race day

grumpy and groggy for the first 15 minutes... prob longer than that tbh

needs coffee before human interaction

if you wake up before him, expect a sleepy arm pulling you back to bed

n ⤖ night (how are nights spent with him?)

winds down with gaming or watching sports

loves quiet moments

just being next to you is enough

gets weirdly philosophical late at night

sleeps better when you’re beside him

o ⤖ open (when would he open up; does he say everything at once or does he wait to reveal himself?)

takes time to open up

he’s naturally guarded let's blame jos for this

won’t talk about feelings unless he trusts you completely

expresses emotions through actions more than words

if he does open up, it’s late at night when he’s relaxed

p ⤖ patience (how easily angered is he?)

short temper, especially under stress

gets frustrated quickly but calms down just as fast

easily annoyed by small things, but he’s not one to hold grudges

if he gets mad at you, he needs a moment alone to cool off

bro is just a chill guy ... but he definitely has his moments lmfao

q ⤖ quizzes (how much would he remember about you; does he remember every little detail; or is he forgetful?)

surprisingly good memory

remembers random facts about you

might forget small things like dates, but remembers what actually matters

can recall your order at any restaurant

will bring up something you said months ago, proving he listens more than you think

r ⤖ remember (what is his favorite moment in the relationship?)

probably the first time he realized he wanted to be with you seriously

a moment when you comforted him after a rough race

some random, quiet memory that doesn’t seem big but means a lot to him

s ⤖ security (how protective is he; how does he protect you; how would he like to be protected?)

very protective but not overbearing

keeps an arm around you in crowded places

will 100% throw hands if someone disrespects you

prepares for every situation

makes sure you’re safe before himself

t ⤖ try (how much effort does he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

not a grand gesture kind of guy, but he makes an effort in his own way

remembers important dates, but don’t expect anything over-the-top

his idea of a good date is something fun and casual

like karting, a race weekend getaway, or a quiet dinner

when he gets you gifts, they’re usually thoughtful and practical rather than extravagant

u ⤖ ugly (what are some of his bad habits?)

terrible at texting back

sometimes leaves you on read for hours (or days)

stubborn as hell...once he’s made up his mind, good luck changing it

can be emotionally closed off, struggles to talk about feelings

terrible at sitting still

always fidgeting, moving, or doing something

v ⤖ vanity (how concerned is he with his looks?)

lowkey vain without admitting it

takes care of his appearance but acts like he doesn’t care

hates bad hair days...if it’s not sitting right, he gets annoyed

wears team gear constantly, even outside of f1 events

secretly likes when you compliment his looks, even though he plays it cool

w ⤖ whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)

wouldn’t admit it easily, but yes, you’re a huge part of his life

when you’re apart, he gets restless

doesn’t know what to do with himself

hates sleeping alone once he’s used to having you around

if you ever broke up, he’d pretend he’s fine but would be absolutely miserable

x ⤖ xtra (random headcanon for him)

obsessed with winning at everything

even dumb games like mario kart

takes you on late-night drives just to clear his mind

collects race helmets like trophies and would 100% gift you one of his as a sentimental gesture

gets pouty when you beat him at something, but secretly loves that you challenge him-

y ⤖ yuck (what are some things he wouldn't like; in general or in a partner?)

hates unnecessary drama

if you’re constantly picking fights, he’ll check out fast

doesn’t like overly clingy behavior, needs his personal space sometimes

fake people piss him off

he values honesty above all

dislikes when people try too hard to impress him...he def prefers authenticity

z ⤖ zzz (what are his sleeping habits?)

moves a lot in his sleep

sometimes ends up half on top of you without realizing

needs to sleep in complete darkness, otherwise he gets annoyed

prefers falling asleep with you next to him bc he finds it comforting

if you wake up before him and try to leave, he’ll instinctively pull you back into bed

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