#using your distress as foreplay is such a great line

[amyreads]

AMY U NEED TO ANALYZE GOOD LUCK BABE. ITS SO VICTORIA X MC CODED, AND SEVEN X MC CODED. CHAPPELL NEVER MISSES!!! (also what r ur top 3 rise and fall of a midwestern princess songs. for science)

so glad good luck babe blew up because thats the first song I listened by her! sooo good

naked in manhattan, my kink is karma, and picture you are my top 3 rn!! (honorable mentions: ride wine supernova and hot to go)

[jaeminvore]

room(hate) | L.JN (M) — part I

SYNOPSIS: all you wanted was sleep after your long shifts at the hospital. All you needed was sleep after your long shifts at the hospital, but even that was considered a luxury in these trying times. A luxury blatantly stolen by your roommate, Jeno Lee, who seemed to have an endless line of bodies to fuck preventing you from getting at least an hour shut eye. It was annoying. It was disrupting and you seriously hoped that Jeno's dick falls off one day.

PART I (you are here) | PART II

[AO3 link for easier reading! Though please do consider leaving your thoughts on here if you’d like! I’d appreciate it sm 🥹💖]

GENRE: roommate au, non-idol au, slice of life-ish, unrequited hate, roommates with benefits, domesticity, porn with plot, fluff, comedy, crack treated seriously.

WORD COUNT: 18.3K out of 50K

CONTENT WARNINGS: afab!reader, a reader-insert but no ‘Y/N’ is used, MC's a little mean (blame it on the sleep deprivation), Mark has an unnamed girlfriend, Jeno's kind of an asshole (not on purpose) at first, mild slut-shaming, banter as forms of flirting/foreplay [smut warnings underneath the cut. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

SMUT WARNINGS: Jeno has a big dick. fingering, squirting, doggy, unprotected sex (please practice safe-sex unlike these two), back-shots, aftercare.

NOTE: save me beatbox Jeno... s̸a��v̷e̵ ̶̟̀m̸̞̐̇ë̴̠̟̤̆... everything is consensual btw! MC just looooves to deny and deny and deny because not only does Jeno put the 'D' in dick, he also puts the 'D' in denial <3 if i sound a little too in love it’s bc i am i love that man and i need him so bad 🧍🏻‍♀️

"You like your peace, but you love a little chaos." — Maze by Alina Baraz

"I want you to love like you hate me and fuck me so crazy, crazy." — Lava Lamp by Lolo Zouaï

I.

“When you first get a taste and your heart starts to race.”

Mark thought it would be best to part ways after living together for four years.

He was leaving you. 

“I’m not leaving you,” Mark corrected. “I’m moving in with my girlfriend.”

“That does not make it any better!”

Mark Lee was leaving you.

Not as a side-piece. Not as his ‘actual’ girlfriend (gross!), but leaving you to fend for yourself as his best friend. Which, fine, perhaps you could have started with that and excluded your dramaticism, but no one could really blame the immediate distress when you were about to lose Golden Boy Mark Lee—golden in many ways such as being the perfect roommate (minus his awful cooking. He was a great haggling partner for cheap deals, though)—to domesticity.

The thought of throwing all that away in exchange for less would send anyone into a downward spiral, if you could consider your crazed search for the next best thing as that; treating it as if you had to gamble a huge chunk of your life for the sake of retaining that same level of comfort and ease you got from Mark.

The only catch was, you had no fucking idea what it meant to gamble. Neither in the literal, nor in the figurative sense.

Which should have been telling considering that you had never, not even once, thought of exchanging a portion of your paycheck for chips you knew you’d immediately lose the second the lack of knowledge and experience showed on your losing set of cards. The closest comparable scenario you could think of was accompanying your grandmother to Mahjong Sundays with her friends, but even then, keeping up with the rules was rather difficult for a kid who only knew toys and the air time of her favorite cartoon.

Granny’s friends and Granny herself hadn’t bothered with explaining it to you either, being far too invested with their acrylic tiles. What you did learn, though, was how agitating the sounds were when they hit together. It just about evoked such a raw feeling of irritation a seven year old could go through. The messy aftermath of snot and tears did it for Granny that she made sure to ask if you’d let her drag you along.

In short: no gambling experience, yet going in full-on with that mindset equated a recipe for a shitty disaster just waiting to implode on itself.

Still, you liked to think that you had played your cards right during the whole selection process. 

Details of each possible candidate were carefully written down—color-coded, bullet points, foot-notes. Some probable pet peeves highlighted to be raised for another round of deliberation—thanks to the extensive background checks you had done on your own accord, then later checked by Mark pushed by your unrelenting insistence. A second opinion would help narrow down your choices and who better to fill that role other than your own roommate?

Well, ex-roommate since—again—Mark had succumbed to the clutches of domestic bliss.

And it’s not like it couldn’t be seen from miles away. Everyone and their mothers knew Mark’s intentions right when he had brought home a shih tzu—a dog he and his girlfriend decided to co-parent despite living separately—to look after while Mark’s other half went away for a work trip. Really, anyone could tell that he was itching to start anew under the same roof with his girlfriend, but you didn't expect it to be that day to be so soon.

Who was going to play as your budget therapist now?

If there was anyone out there who knew how exhausting being in healthcare was, it was Mark. He understood the grievances that came with being a nurse and he was always there to lend an ear until you felt less burdened by the frustrations you had carried throughout a demanding shift. It was like an inborn skill he had, finding it in himself to simply know what to say and how to bring you back down.

No one could ever replace Mark. Your co-worker. Ex-roommate. Your best friend and now that he was off to start a new chapter in his life, in love as he could ever be, this called for new coping mechanisms, and a new roommate because there was no way in hell you were going to pay in full when you had other expenses already making a sizeable dent in your next paycheck. Making it bigger was not an option you would risk.

That was another reason why you insisted on the in-depth research amounting to almost a month’s worth of what was essentially the text-book definition of stalking.

From: marklee@gmail.com Subject the roommate games Attached: tributes_lol.doc

Don’t you think you’re being a little too nit-picky with all this? When did being a Leo become a deal breaker for you haha. Like people can’t change their birthdays and do I need to remind you that I’m a Leo? We’ve managed to not kill each other over the years. There’s also Jaemin? Dejun? Who are also Leos? Who are also our close friends? What is your problem with Leos? I thought Geminis were the worst?

To: marklee@gmail.com Subject: the roommate games Attached: tributes_lol_FINAL.doc

yes, and?? THREE Leos are enough i don’t need more! in my defense i made the worst mistake of becoming emotionally attached to you guys except Jaemin (and Hyuck by association) forced friendship onto me if u remember. he’s like a stray cat that wont leave me alone.

From: marklee@gmail.com Subject: the roommate games

This is literally just a blank document?

To: marklee@gmail.com Subject: the roommate games

Which means your selection was ASS!!!!!! i dont like ANY of them. One has a criminal record of insurance fraud and the other is weird as FUCK dude like who cradles and pets their fucking goldfish like its a cat?how bout this, do u personally know anyone in need of a place? LIKE someone at least 70% normal

Radio silence. Almost five hours of it and sitting in front of your laptop refreshing the shit out of your inbox as if that would do anything seemed like the worst possible choice of action when aiming for a productive afternoon.

By the time you heard from Mark again, golden light illuminated the living area that you had to squint, picking up your phone to read his text messages.

Mark (ER): I found someone Mark (ER): remember Jeno Lee?

You: no lol

Mark (ER): lol Mark (ER): tall, muscular and kind of a hermit?

You: ur not really giving me much to work with You: for all i know jaem legally changed his name to jeno for some reason

Mark (ER): he’s nicer than Jaemin

You: 😟 You: one of hyuck and jaem’s friends i assume?

Mark (ER): correct Mark (ER): he’s looking for a place Mark (ER): and he’s likely the 70% normal to your 30% normal 😁

You: wait what’s my 70% then?

Mark (ER): insane

You: die

“His lease is ending soon too.” Mark brought up a few days later in the middle helping him pack up for the great move, and it was nice out too. Not too cold, not too hot—really, just a nice day out with the perfect temperature accompanied by an occasional breeze, and yet Mark chose this day to pack up his life, enlisting your help when you could be doing something else that didn’t remind you of the impending loneliness that was about to come.

Even the outside wasn’t safe from the beginnings of grief.

The outside, a picturesque view of the city’s greens gradually bleeding into the many shades of fall framed by the large window, became the very subject of your mournful eyes.

Brooding became your default state, whereas Mark carried on plucking his vinyl records, a small collection of novelty trinkets from your joint travels and the handful of thick textbooks from nursing school he refused to throw out. I might need them at some point, y’know. He once told you after catching your eyebrows raised in question. Just because we graduated doesn’t mean we magically know everything and Mark was mostly right about these things.

You were going to miss Mark being mostly right about these things. Whether it would be over something trivial, or medical related, he just was. Always a step ahead of you in many cases.

Summer was at its peak when Mark had sat you down to tell you of his plans, the sun harsh with its light and adding on to the steady increase in temperature. He decided to push through once the summer heat dissipated completely in anticipation of a chilly fall, and just like how the seasons came and went, watching Mark stow away bits and pieces of himself into the boxes was an inevitable change you had to accept. 

The loud scratch of the packaging tape made him wince as you sealed the box. “Who?”

“Jeno,” He repeated, reminding you of Donghyuck and Jaemin’s elusive, so-and-so friend as he took the tape from you with a pointed stare. “y’know, your new roomie?”

“I haven’t even said yes.”

“Trust me, you will.” Mark looked very sure of his claim, too. “Anyways—” he waved towards the air “—said something about his lease ending in a few weeks or so? He wanted somewhere close to work and our complex is like, real close to his office. A win on both sides?”

At least it wasn’t just you benefiting from the change.

“Right. How the hell am I gonna get to work without your car now?”

“That’s all you can say?”

“Hm, no,” you said, turning to face Mark with a straight face. “Do you think I could bribe Jeno into driving me to work?”

Mark huffed, “you’re stupid.”

“You’re stupid,” you cried, doing an awful job of keeping the waterworks from overflowing with frustrated swipes to your face. “This is so stupid—I’m stupid—God, you only live like thirty minutes away.”

Mark, ever the one to find his friends endearing even in the most undignified of conditions, let out a fond coo while gathering you up in his arms in a tight squeeze. “I’m gonna miss your morning arguments with the coffee machine too.”

The dig was met with a thwack on the arm.

Wherever Mark went, you followed. Only because he was literally your ride to and from work and how convenient it was that you both worked at the same private hospital. He was the type to simply offer a ride when you obviously needed it. For years, it had been like that.

Now, Mark stayed behind. Where he belonged, leaving him in the care of his girlfriend practically absorbing his oozing joy as they both coddled her—their dog, Ziggy, just outside of their apartment complex. The couple were completely lost in one another, inadvertently forgetting the piles of boxes in Mark’s car that had to be brought up sooner or later. They had all the time in the world anyway and it was understandable that Mark would want to simply bask in the moment with the one person that made every waking day worth it. 

And leaving them behind to catch the next bus was a bittersweet pinch to your heart.

Mark was off to unfold the next chapter of his life, and here you were still, stuck in an endless cycle, wondering if you’d ever get to start on a new chapter of yours, too.

Jeno Lee hadn't exactly matched whom you pictured in your head.

When there was Jaemin and Donghyuck, it was kind of an unspoken rule that your one-way ticket to the nearest psychiatric ward was to be willingly associated with the likes of them. 

Years of dealing with their joint efforts of embodying the human version of a headache, you kind of knew how to deal with whatever Jeno could potentially have in store for you. Jaemin and Donghyuck got along like a house on fire when the weather was fair, or when the planets aligned by some convoluted space related jargon Jisung would happily indulge any of you with. On any other day, they simply could not stand each other, wanting nothing to do with the other and arguing for the sake of arguing.

Still, they were the best of friends and having their differences was simply unavoidable, yet the many similarities they shared became a sturdy foundation for their friendship to last a long time.

Being unapologetically insane was one of them.

One’s involvement automatically entailed that they were just as deranged to some degree, and seeing the elusive piece to the trio you weren’t even aware was a trio, Jeno Lee—in the flesh—with a smile so sweet and unassuming gave you an earth-shattering wake-up call and reminder that you probably shouldn’t solely rely on baseless assumptions, especially when it came to people. Insane friends aside.

Other than that, you didn’t think a man with a face and body carefully sculpted by marble and brought to life by the gods themselves would be up to some milder version of fuckery like they were, now that Jeno thought to introduce himself.

The apartment felt staggeringly bigger than what you were used to with the absence of what made it belong to Mark too, though Jeno did a swell enough job to fill in the empty spaces with his presence alone.

It was brief. The meeting with the potential roommate, but nothing short of nerve-wracking when the man had the vibe of a quintessential supermodel top modeling agencies would fight tooth and nail for, decked in athleisure that had shown how he was built to all hell. A hundred-eighty-something centimeters of lean muscle cut with precision; clearly the fruit of Jeno’s possibly strict lifestyle, quietly taking everything in with a sense of wonder, yet simultaneously staying attentive as you ran your mouth about the apartment’s features and how sharing possible expenses would work.

You know, the vital stuff you’d want to know when it involved sharing your space with another person.

Which raised a few questions from Jeno himself. Little things along the lines of how often trash would be collected? If the apartment complex had a laundry room and if not, was there a laundromat by at least walking distance? How about a convenience store? A gym closer than his current one? These were answered fairly quickly, from which Jeno seemed pleased when his eyes turned into little half moons when he smiled, bringing your attention to the beauty mark under his right eye. God, was it adorable and frankly, you still couldn’t believe he chose to associate with two of the most annoying people you knew.

It was cute. Jeno Lee was cute, but among everything he had going on—your wandering eyes greatly appreciated the free viewing—his voice was what stuck out to you the most with how gentle he had spoken.

A voice deep and rumbly, yet warmth coated each syllable rattling the beating palm-sized thing in your chest the more the carefully articulated sentences passed through Jeno’s naturally pouted lips. He talked like he was trying to get into your good graces; like talking in any other way would risk disrupting the pleasant ambience set in stone before Jeno’s visit, which wasn’t at all necessary when Mark practically sang his praises.

And Jeno was all Mark talked about post-moving out.

Seriously, if he hadn’t chosen the medical path like you had, Mark Lee would have made a mean sales rep. You even felt the need to stop him and ask if he was still talking about a human being and not a brand new car right after he had his fill of listing down exactly why you should take Jeno in. How he essentially met all your admittedly nit-picky roommate requirements. 

Mild-temperament. What was he, a dog? Jeno was neat and tidy. Claimed that he couldn't function if measly things such as a coaster was askew. Oh good. A neat freak just like me. There were also a few pages of referrals Mark had shown—yes, printed—from previous landlords and roommates because that was a thing, apparently. Squeaky clean criminal record (with a cute face like that, it didn’t come as a surprise). Worked in tech. In the same income bracket as you.

A Taurus man.

Which shouldn’t have given you that much of a start, really. You haven’t had much experience dealing with any Taurus people—a Taurus man, no less, so this would be decidedly new.

He is reliable, persistent, and down-to-earth, with a strong sense of duty and an admirable work ethic; the kind of guy you can always count on in both your personal and professional life. He is not one to make waves or cause drama; he just wants to do his job and go home at the end of the day. A Taurus man is all about practicality, stability, and security. 

He wants nothing more than to provide the protection of his loved ones and create a harmonious home life.

At least that was what the article wrote (ignoring the in-your-face romantic tone. You were looking for a roommate, not a husband), sent by an astrology-fixated Donghyuck who seemed a little too eager providing his insight when asked for his opinion on Jeno and Taurus people in general being acquainted with you.

“A little stability won’t hurt. It’ll be good for you,” Donghyuck had mentioned over the phone after grilling you and your astrological sign, antagonizing you for no reason. It went mostly ignored though, preoccupied with reading a case you were assisting with Dr. Kim tomorrow. “and nothing screams stability more than Jeno’s credit score.”

An excellent credit score, from what Mark had relayed over cheap Chinese takeout and never would you have thought you’d cream your pants from that information, yet here you were. Financial stability was a viable trait you’d consider looking for in someone, so the decision was a no-brainer.

“Oh, before I go.”

You swallowed something down like a scream when Jeno whirled around to face you while digging into his gym bag. 

“Mark probably gave you the rundown about me but—” a folded piece of paper was produced from within the depths of his bag, having you blinking owlishly when he wriggled it for you to take.

Jeno’s palm was warm under the gentle brush of your fingers as you plucked it from his own set, pointedly ignoring the zing that jolted through you.

Arial. Font size twelve. Single spaced and justified, and it wrote what Mark had been yapping about all this time prior to having Jeno in the apartment. His MBTI, a rundown of his personality with all his quirks and habits included (you snorted rather loudly when catching the italicized ‘mild-temperament’). There was his daily routine that heavily emphasized his recreation time such as cycling, working out, gaming and a small pool of sports. His likes and dislikes, and making you laugh the loudest was his disclaimer, something Jeno was rather proud of when you caught his pleased smile.

Disclaimer: Homebody, but will go out with you if you ask nicely. I get lost in gaming a lot so you might have to knock very loudly, or even call my phone. I get sulky very easily. Please be nice to me (.◜◡◝)

The emoticon was just the cherry on top. It looked so much like him—an absolutely precious detail that you had to do a side-by-side comparison, only to find him already gazing at you in wonder.

He cleared his throat, smiling and cheeks glowing with the faintest of color. “I figured you’d want a detailed resumé. He said you’d appreciate it.” Jeno joked with the smile widening into a soft grin that showcased his perfect white teeth, long fingers raking through his dark blue hair, both in a manner that screamed boyish and charming.

He was charming, which came as a belated, mortifying realization. Nano seconds was all it took to picture life sharing everything with a cute-faced gym rat and his equally cute grin you’d have to face every single waking day for fuck knows how long until you went insane.

It could either be the best or the worst thing to come out of this. You’re not sure yet.

Though it’s as if Jeno sensed your mental turmoil because he didn’t even give you a second to rethink, leaning in close enough that you got a whiff of his cologne as he poked a particular spot on the paper a few times, grin dimming into something gentler where his eyes gained this puppy-ish quality to them followed by a head tilt.

“My number is on here,” he stressed with one last poke to his number, ducking his head low enough to catch your gaze. “Call or text me if I make the cut, yeah?”

And as the door shut behind Jeno after flashing you one last dazzling smile, you slumped against the wall with a harsh sigh, mind racing and heart about to fly out of your rib cage with the paper still clutched tightly in between your fingers.

Jesus.

You: I think I just saw a god

Mark (ER): lol? 😆 Mark (ER): how was it with Jeno

You: i literally just said i think i saw a god

Approximately three hours later, you’ve earned yourself a Mark replacement, much to the namesake’s chagrin and stealing a piece of your chicken tenders as a form of retribution.

Approximately a week and half later, Jeno hung his degree and graduation portrait next to yours right above the TV, a detail both of you found hilarious and continued to giggle over even after clearing two greasy boxes of pizza for your first dinner together as roommates. 

Approximately two months or so later, Jeno had unknowingly made an enemy for himself:

You.

II.

“When you go out your way and you don’t see a change.” 

Frankly, being in this sticky situation could have been avoided entirely if you hadn’t let Mark’s flattery towards your roommate lure you into a false sense of security.

Frequent reassurance was an absolute necessity.

It was good to just know about things and your ex-roommate had made Jeno sound promising the handful of times your conversation would segue to him. It was your own hubris in Mark’s reassurance that had led you to this—that, and Mark had perfected the art of persuasion with words.

He’d always been good at spinning the narrative for his own advantage (Jeno’s in this case). Too good, in fact, where everything that flew past his mouth left no room for worry to fester when you’ve not yet lost anything of significance from trusting Mark and his judgment.

That was until you did. Blindsided by soft grins, half-moon eyes and a killer body you’d catch yourself quietly admiring whenever Jeno, oddly enough, took to working out in the living area.

So in conclusion, this was all Mark’s fault.

“This is all your fault.”

“Yo, what?” Mark laughed in that way where you just knew that he knew he fucked up. Forced, awkward, and a little terrified of what was about to come. “What’d I do?” He asked anyway, knowing he wouldn’t get a wink of sleep without finding out just what he did to get accused.

“You shouldn’t have pimped Jeno out to me—“

Mark rolled his eyes. “Not what I did—“

“Pimped Jeno out to me, ‘else I wouldn’t be suffering this much.”

“Hold on—you asked me to help look for a roommate,” he started, voice pitching up in disbelief. “And I spent days helping you sort out every important detail—even the nit-picky ones—for you! Only to ask for someone who wasn’t even listed on the fuckin’ doc. And in the end, you said yes!"

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah. Clearly a mistake on my part."

As he ranted, Mark’s gestures grew more and more frantic in defense of himself, only for his arms to fall back to his sides with a huff when you barely blinked, unimpressed, and then folding them above his chest with a pout before mumbling, “how’d you even find out about the criminal record and the weird fish owner anyway?”

You graced him with a lazy shrug. “Fascinating what you can achieve with technology.”

He stilled, squinting in thought before letting out a resigned sigh. “Donghyuck.”

“Duh? The closest I got to hacking was looking for a cracked Sims 2 copy.” You soon got grounded by Dad when you had infected the family computer with malware, sadly. “Hyuck’s surprisingly useful when wants to be.”

Or greedy. Ten dollars were raised once you goaded Donghyuck into sussing out any deal-breakers with a snide comment or two slipping out about him not being able to find anything that would make you second guess any of the potential roommates. Naturally, Donghyuck took your provocation rather seriously, treating it as the be-all and end-all to prove a point.

Ten minutes later, he was ten dollars richer. Crazy what people would do for money.

“Conflict of interest!” you raised again, loudly, making Mark flinch. “I barely get six hours of sleep now because of your emotional ties with my sworn enemy.”

Sure there were many benefits of being approachable, but you were somewhat of a negative Nancy and all you could think of was how Mark’s painstaking kindness could potentially get taken advantage of by some lurking asshole out there.

Which was exactly what had happened. With you as collateral.

“Uh, not gonna lie, but I think you’re being a little dramatic,” he sniffed, biting roughly into the sandwich you graciously made for him. Biting the hands that fed him, how lovely.

“I’m being dramatic?” you said, incredulous, and then flicked his forehead just to hear him cry out in pain. “Okay—try having Jeno’s headboard slamming against the wall as your lullaby, which—surprise, surprise—won’t help you sleep at all!”

You paused to regulate your breathing because you were getting a little too heated and you didn’t want to traumatize Mark even more by angrily exploding into pieces. Even as a nurse and though rare, he still got a little squeamish.

“I’m just saying, you’d think he’d have some shame and invest in those rubber bumpers, but no—he just had to make sure I know he’s getting way more sex than me.”

And he did. Have way more sex than you, that is, which was kind of insane now that you’ve thought about it. Ego-bruising too when the sounds you desperately tried to drown out still breached through a pair of neon green earplugs stuck deep as they could go into your ear holes. His questionable refractory period kept you up on most nights he had girls over, wondering how short it was that he’s able to bounce back and keep you up until the witching hour with the awful remix of moans, groans, screams and whatever noises one could make during sex. Why was it always the innocent looking ones the freakiest? Why must you suffer through all this?

You made a low noise in your throat, almost like a growl just thinking about what you've gone through the last few weeks. Fucking asshole.

Mark’s eyes widened. Whether it was from your admission, or the almost inhuman sound you made, the simmering rage wasn’t that hard to miss. The moment Mark walked into the apartment, he could visibly tell how wound up you were from your pinched expression while you waited for the bread to toast.

He’s been here for almost two hours and you have yet to relax. Mark’s current concern was what if your face gets permanently stuck scowling like that?

“Huh,” he breathed out, “didn’t know Jeno got bitches that often.”

“Mark.”

Mark immediately backtracked at the edge to your voice. “Uh, I mean—“ he cleared his throat, “fuck Jeno. I hope his dick, like, falls off.”

The beseeching shine of his eyes for your approval would have been something to laugh at if it weren’t for the anger taking full reign of the receptors responsible for regulating your emotions, not letting it process anything but the bottled up frustration from weeks of enduring the extra noises accompanying most of your nights.

So much for creating a harmonious home life with a Taurus man. Fuck that article, fuck whoever wrote it, and fuck Jeno Lee in particular. Seriously.

“You’re more pissed off than usual.”

“Yeah? Hadn’t noticed,” you said dryly.

“Dude, c’mon. Y’know what I mean,” Mark giggled, reaching out to pinch your cheek. You swat his hand away with a whine when he tried to go for the other. “Sorry, sorry—just—I feel like he did more if you—“ he made a vague gesture to the air in front of you “—are this upset.”

“I think keeping me up with the horrendously loud fucking takes the cake.”

“I dunno. You lost your fuckin’ marbles when I ate your food that one time.” He shuddered, knowing fully well how touchy you were with the prepped meals you slaved for hours every Saturday. “Was that what he did? That’s the one thing I told him not to do.”

Being this far into your career, cooking was almost like a chore since you barely had any opportunities to cook actual at-home-meals that required significant amounts of time and patience. You could even say that it was more appropriate to call it a luxury almost as most of your time was dedicated to the hospital—to your patients whose lives were also in your hands, and pre-made food was the only solution to fit three-meals-a-day into your demanding schedule.

The long-lasting effects of when he, out of sheer desperation, snatched your jar of banana chia pudding still lingered when he always made it a point to ask if he could have one bite, or a quick sip after the rather traumatizing verbal lashing you’ve subjected him to.

“No. Jeno knows not to do that at least.”

Like Mark, it’s the one thing you had stressed right when you had Jeno settle in. Not that he minded, sans the obligatory head tilt when he didn’t quite get it until your further explanation. He even offered his help with the meal-prep which kind of—for a fleeting moment—made you feel a little guilty thinking back to the conversation (puppy eyes, full lips jutted out into a thoughtful pout. More puppy eyes and Jeno’s weird, trademarked noises of confusion) until you were violently reminded of his fuckery.

Perhaps the whole golden retriever-like temperament and attentiveness balanced out his newly discovered predilection for whoring himself out.

Mark heaved a heavy sigh as if he was the one with a 24/7 sex noise problem. “Well, what could be worse than Jeno banging some random chick?”

You gave him a grim smile.

See, the thing was, it hadn’t always been like this.

You were no stranger to peace as you did get a generous taste of it with Jeno thrown into the mix. A peaceful coexistence between a surgical nurse and some tech guy.

A routine had been built around having different work hours where you were mostly gone from morning to evening when you weren’t on-call, while Jeno was, more often than not, stationary since he had the choice to either work from home on his elaborate PC set-up, or in the office he’d drive to when needed.

It was relatively normal. Jeno stayed true to the being neat claim and he kept to himself most of the time. He did his set of chores listed on the mini whiteboard stuck to the fridge and proved himself to be quite the efficient handyman also; assembling furniture with ease as well as fixing up superficial problems in the apartment. He was a decent cook too and Jeno generally acted what one would expect from a proper roommate who was here to make a home with you.

It had been normal. It had been peaceful, until you realized you were housing a potential sex fiend. What made this whole thing exponentially worse, though, was that the last girl he had brought home wasn't just some random chick that had fallen victim to Jeno’s charms.

It was Jimin Yu, your work best friend and the only other person who knew of your sleeping problem caused by the root of said problem whom you were starting to believe was sent to you as a divine punishment for fuck knows what. Which was kind of funny to think about considering Mark, his faith and him technically being the catalyst of it all, but you digressed. This was literally a slow-burn epidemic happening in real life, and yet no one else seemed to be alarmed by it.

Jimin Yu. Another promising young woman lost to some fucking loser (see: Jeno). Again. 

How you came to find out that it was your best friend getting her back blown out six ways to fucking Sunday right before a full day of two major operations waiting for you to scrub and assist in was from pure accidental intuition alone.

And anger. 

Especially anger.

There was a self-imposed rule you strictly followed: do not leave your room until you were sure the chosen girl from Jeno’s seemingly never-ending roster left. Saving both you and the poor girl from the embarrassment was the least you could do when you yourself would rather avoid any risks of running into anyone in someone else’s home right after a hook-up.

And, well, there was a reason why the saying ‘rules are meant to be broken’ was popularized, because you broke that one simple rule that had supposedly kept your remaining sanity intact.

Two hours left before your shift started and you were more husk than person from the lack of sleep. All rationale completely consumed by anger, an ever-present emotion that seemed to be the only thing that kept you going—and consequently, what had led you to shoot out of bed once the telltale sounds of Jeno’s door clicking open, followed by the hurried footsteps reached your ears.

You skidded to a stop, stunned.

“You motherfucker.”

This was the ultimate act of betrayal.

“It’s—It’s not what it looks like!” Was Jimin’s immediate defense right when the thunderous twist to your face grew more and more pronounced with each stomp of your feet. Yet her words didn’t exactly help her case when:

There were obvious splashes of reds, blues and purples marking her slender neck.

Her hair was a downright mess, and you knew Jimin harbored some sort of complex for her long luscious locks, so this was new—her not bothering to comb it out, clearly in a rush to leave.

There was a slight limp in her step which just said everything.

And lastly, you caught Jeno sneaking Jimin out of his room and out of the fucking apartment, clearly expecting to not run into you.

“Ah-ah. No,” you interrupted before she could even start groveling. “I’ll deal with you later. Get out.”

Jimin’s shoulders sagged, big wet eyes staring into your very soul and it took you a Herculean amount of strength to keep your gaze ahead and not break under her stare; to keep your gaze set on the main perpetrator who, unlike Jimin, appeared rather contrary to her apparent distress. 

Jeno stood underneath the awning in only—goodness—only a pair of gym shorts where you could clearly make out a hefty looking dick-print, completely at ease and infuriatingly handsome in spite of the disheveled state he was in; matching bruises bloomed on his milky skin, scratches littered his arms, shoulders and back and his hair was left as an artful mess atop his head. 

You wanted to scream.

This was all Jeno’s fault. Not even the hurt pinching Jimin’s normally serene features was enough to lessen the tension wounding up your entire body. Not when you were already neck-deep in your own pool of unfiltered rage to even consider comforting Jimin’s momentary lapse in judgment and decision to have earth-shatteringly loud sex with your mortal enemy that the whole damn apartment complex might as well have heard.

(“I’m surprised Jimin isn’t getting as much heat since she slept with your ‘problem’. On purpose.”

You shrugged. “Men are the root of all evil.”

“Fair enough,” Mark mumbled and took a gargantuan bite of the next sandwich assembled for him. It was really a mystery how he settled down before you).

And—look, you really couldn’t care less if Jeno slept around. It was his life and he had free reign over his own body, and let’s face it, there was no way he didn’t get an obscene amount of matches on Tinder when he embodied a walking wet dream.

Jeno was far from being in your good graces at this current moment, but staying blind to the truth would only get you so far when Jeno had the physical advantages to attest to that, and the same could be said for Jimin. She could hook-up with whoever she pleased—just as easily too. Hell, you’d sleep with her too if you were a little bit interested in her—because who were you to disprove her choices? All of you were adults here, but what the main issue here was Jimin knew you had one-sided beef with your abnormally attractive roommate that fucks too loud no matter how many times you reminded him to try and keep it down, and yet she still pushed on and contributed to the recurring problem.

Truer words had never been said until Mark. You really did hope Jeno’s dick shrivels up and falls off.

Now, preferably.

Right when the door had closed behind Jimin with a soft click (after dragging her feet and sending pleading looks over her shoulder like a sad wet cat) did all the pent-up anger come out in a mess of heated words and frantic gestures.

“What the fuck.”

Each breath you took had been deep and harsh. Your face was bordering on hot to the touch from the sheer amount of rage coursing through your veins and the arduous task of resisting the urge to reach out and subject permanent damage physically, mentally and emotionally by how tightly you had clenched your fists. You could already imagine it, hands stretching towards Jeno’s neck and wringing it like a wet hand towel until it ripped in your hands—

Your roommate reacted then, as if just realizing that this wasn’t you doing a bit. It made you think of how likely it could be that Jeno got away with many things simply for being the very few that had pretty privilege as a crutch to fall onto. As for you, it would be nice to have an actual metal crutch within arm’s reach to hit him with.

He was pretty to look at, sure, but not privileged enough to keep your eye from twitching in irritation when Jeno looked the least bothered by your display, long eyelashes fluttering with each of his confused and owlish blinking.

“What?” Jeno, the village idiot, asked with imploring eyes.

“What? What do you mean ‘what’? are you—“ you cut yourself off with an incredulous, borderline manic laugh at his testosterone-filled audacity. “Are you so desperate for sex that you had to go for Jimin?”

It’s not like he wasn’t allowed to bring his own friends over since you shared the same rotation of friends and acquaintances, but really, Jimin?

“I didn’t know Jimin was off-limits. You never mentioned it.” Jeno blinked slowly with a sheepish smile. “I’ll keep that in mind next time?”

“Are you fucking—were you even listening to me? Not just now, but before too. I told you to keep it down! Many many times! I need to sleep, Jeno!”

He huffed a laugh. “Technically, it’s not really my fault if they can’t keep it down, y’know?” 

You could only stare in disbelief, mouth ajar at the fact that he’s able to act proud during an argument he was likely to lose. Like dicking down someone so loud that it became a public disturbance was some kind of achievement with the way Jeno puffs out his very naked chest in the most subtlest of ways.

He wasn’t finished talking, taking your silence as a prompt to continue with a cloying curl of his mouth. “I could show you why, if you want.”

“Excuse me?”

If Jeno knew what was good for him, he would stop running his mouth right this very second. Though over time, you started to pick up on the very unfortunate fact that he lacked tact at times, and what he had let slip through his lips next proved as much.

“I’m saying,” he dragged out, like he was expecting you to catch on. “Sex reduces stress, right? The endorphin and oxytocin rush—I’ll assume you already knew that, being a nurse and all. Woman in STEM,” Jeno sang a little jingle, the smile widening into a grin that was a touch too suggestive for your liking. “I can see that you’re pent up, and I think fucking it out of you—fucking the uptightness out of you would do both of us good. A win-win situation.”

Whatever was left of the rose-tinted image of the man who had first walked into the apartment donning the sweetest eye-smile you had ever laid eyes on was wiped just like that. His grin that was meant to convey light-hearted teasing became the very image of mockery.

If you weren’t as furious then, you were now.

“Is that how you see me? Just another number to your body count?” 

It would have been funny, watching Jeno’s features twist from surprise to regret at the speed of light almost, but anything he did beyond this point just added to the stockpiled annoyance ready to be spit up again the next time Jeno thought to push his luck. So no, this wasn’t hilarious in the slightest.

“I didn’t say that—”

“You implied it.”

“That’s—I was joking!”

You scoffed, “that’s not surprising. Do you think my job’s a ‘joke’ too?”

This was exhausting. You had already lost a significant amount of sleep you needed to get through work that would start in two hours—well, less now that you’ve taken the time to completely go off the rails until some semblance of remorse showed on Jeno’s person. As satisfying as it was to witness that happen in real-time, asking some time off of work just to process The Confrontation™ was a no-no, given how important your presence was in the OR and it just so happened that you couldn’t stand being in the same room as him.

He should’ve added ‘insatiable horndog’ to his disclaimer.

Jeno made it clear that he had nothing else to follow up on, doing a horrible impression of a fish out of water that you had taken as your cue to leave.

And for the first time in forever, you couldn’t wait to breathe in the antiseptic smell of the hospital.

Being this bothered by your cold indifference was not at all on Jeno’s bingo card.

Jeno was within your visage when you came through the door, yet you paid him no mind as you bee-lined towards your bedroom, like he didn’t exist to you. And, okay, maybe he did deserve that—no, he for sure deserved that after hours of reflecting. He wasn’t sure if you’d appreciate his excuse of not really being aware that the walls were thinner than he had thought.

Jeno winced at the mini play-by-play in his head.

You definitely wouldn’t.

The clock droned on and on with its never-ending ticking. Just a quarter past eight in the evening, Jeno checked, and his heart lurched to his throat, sitting up straighter from his perch at the island counter when you finally emerged from your room. Have you forgiven him? Did this mean you were on talking terms again? Because if he had to be honest, being ignored was a lot worse than you threatening to bite his head off. At least then you were technically talking to him still and not trying to erase his existence with sheer willpower alone.

All hope of making things right, however, was shot down the moment Jeno took a quick look at your change of clothes and the large duffle bag slung over your shoulder.

Panic welled in his chest, causing him to blurt out a garbled, “where are you going?” as you headed straight for the front door.

“Anywhere but here.”

Although there was no heat behind your words from the absence of the anger you had toted around this morning, being hit by your impassive stare has him biting back the haha nice Harry Potter reference. The poorly-timed joke from this morning was the final nail in the coffin and making another one now was a sure-fire way of getting buried six feet under. Alive.

Shortly after, the door closed behind you with a soft click. Much like how Jimin left when you had sent her out, leaving Jeno alone with the deafening silence as his only companion, the pit in his stomach growing when he peeled his gaze from the paneled door to fall onto the pair of steaming cups of coffee.

Mornings for Jeno started with you standing in front of the coffee machine, half-asleep and grumbling threats to the inanimate thing. He’d grown accustomed to the sight of your sleep-ruffled state that it was obvious you had quite the fixation on coffee. At least one cup a day, three at most, you had said with a bashful smile when he caught you pouring your third cup.

Coffee was a necessity in this household. Jeno knew that, knew how you liked to drink yours and he thought making you a cup exactly how you’d like it could melt away the thick walls you had built. A peace offering, or what was supposed to be a peace offering.

Two cups sat on the quartz countertop. One almost empty while the other remained untouched even as Jeno retired for the night.

Jeno walked into an empty kitchen the morning after.

A kitchen devoid of your sleepy form that would be threatening the coffee machine to spit out the liquid bitterness faster, or else. The silence was just as deafening and the cup—your cup—was where he left it the night before in hopes of you coming back home.

You didn’t.

Fuck.

III.

“Prove me wrong by doing it right.”

“And you stayed where? For two weeks?”

“Jaem and Hyuck’s.”

Mark grimaced. “Willingly?”

You gave him a pointed look.

He raised his hands in defense. “I’m just sayin’ you have better options—like Sungchan?” Your face softened, offering a lazy shrug. “Me?”

You wrinkled your nose at the thought. “Yeah, no.”

While you had made plenty of jokes that would last a lifetime consisting of moving in with Mark and ‘the love of his life’, ranging from them becoming your second set of parents, to you being Just There with your best friend married and with kids, the appeal of third wheeling hadn’t increased in the slightest.

“I’ve had enough moaning and groaning haunting my dreams, thanks.” You snorted at the scandalized look on Mark’s face. “and I wouldn’t want to impose on Sungchan and Chenle. Thing One and Thing Two weren’t too bad.”

Although the stay had been surprisingly pleasant, with all things considered, they did poke fun at the situation at first because—duh, men. Regardless, their combined hospitality staved off the possibility of a psychotic break triggered by Jeno’s fuck-up. It would have been better if their third bedroom hadn’t been made into Marie Kondo’s personal nightmare, but the vomit green couch had been a comfortable makeshift bed. Who knew you’d end up loving the product of Jaemin’s horrendous tastes?

Jeno stayed as elusive as ever, too. You came home when you could, only to replenish your clothing and other necessities and much to your relief, you hadn’t run into him yet. Not at the apartment, not at the guys’ place (shockingly) and there was a brief moment where you thought your roommate might turn up at the hospital, what with the onslaught of texts you received, most of them apologizing and begging for you to come home, there was a time where you dreaded going to work in light of the possibility.

(“You’d think Jeno was your boyfriend with the way he’s blowing up your phone,” Donghyuck hollered from the kitchen, in the middle of cooking dinner for everyone. “He’s getting desperate with each text, babe. Even I’m feeling a little sorry for the guy.”

You looked up from the puzzle you were working on the floor with Jaemin to stare at Donghyuck, then to the space where you remembered leaving your phone on its own and now just noticing its disappearance. “How’d you get my phone? How’d you guess my passcode?”

“Zero-zero-zero-zero wasn’t that hard to guess,” Jaemin mumbled. “You’ve always been simpleminded about these things—which reminds me—you still use the same Netflix account since college, right?”).

Jeno was a no-show, thankfully. Causing a scene at work, of all places, would be way beneath you no matter how much he pissed you off.

Still, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t talk your shit from time to time.

“They’re probably faking it,” you concluded with a scoff and then quickly backtracked. “No. I know they’re faking it and it doesn’t even matter if Jeno’s tall, muscular, handsome, capable—” Mark’s eyebrows rose higher and higher, disappearing beneath his bangs as you continued on with your tangent.

“Precious eye smile—definitely a manipulation tactic… it worked on me.”

That one, you mumbled mostly to yourself, but it was audible enough to earn a short laugh from Mark which quickly snapped you out of whatever the hell that was, and then scowled when your ex-roommate, the catalyst for your suffering, tried to keep his face straight. He was doing a terrible job.

Clearing your throat—far too many times than necessary—you ignored the warmth that bloomed on the apples of your cheeks along with Mark’s insufferably knowing smirk. “My point is, there’s no way he’d be good at sex too. Like, you’re telling me Jeno made all those girls cum? Fat fucking chance. I’m sure there’s, like, a statistic disproving that.”

You didn’t even want to think what Jimin went through, especially when you’ve gotten a glimpse of what monster was begging to be freed from Jeno’s gym shorts. But like clockwork, Mark had to ruin that brief fantasy of you being right about Jeno’s possibly (hopefully) weak stroke game.

“Eh, I’d have to disagree on that one.”

How did he even know that?

“How do you even know that?” You groaned, “I’m distressed enough as it is, Mark, please be serious.”

“I am serious! I literally have the facts to back it up!”

“And what, I’m supposed to believe you?” All you were given was a stare, an arch of an eyebrow just begging to be plucked and shaped, and nothing else. “Fine, what are these facts based on?”

“Testimonies. Plenty of them.”

Your features twisted into that of disgust. “Were you there? In the corner watching him get his dick wet? Like some pervert?”

Mark appeared as though he regretted the decision of coming here. You didn’t want to be here in the first place, so it’s only fair that none of you were having a good time. Might as well make Mark your personal verbal punching bag while you were at it.

“Jesus,” he dragged a hand down his face. The perfect image of exasperation. “The mouth on you sometimes.” 

“Sorry,” you quipped, not sorry at all.

This time, Mark let out a groan much similar to yours, obviously not liking where the direction of the already bizarre conversation was heading. This upcoming headache (see: you) was rightfully deserved though since Mark did lend a hand in forcing you into a situation so embarrassing that you’d take instant death over being an unwilling voyeur to Jeno’s many many late night sexcapades.

“Okay, okay, okay—” Mark began as if the rapid-fire speech wasn’t enough to get your attention, or the fact that it was just the two of you hanging out in the kitchen. “You know how my girl hosts girls’ night every two weeks?”

“How could I forget?” you chuckled. “I missed the one two nights ago and your girlfriend’s really good at guilt-tripping.”

“Yeah,” he trailed off with a tender smile. “yeah—uh, she wanted everyone to be there.” Your own smile was knowing, a smidge teasing even and it was enough for Mark’s cheeks to pinken. “Anyways! One of the girls was painting my nails, right?” He wiggled his fingers, showing his mustard yellow painted fingernails with daisy decals, being the girls’ go-to mannequin every girls’ night. “Aeri brought up hooking up with Jeno a few times from like, a year ago, then it became this whole thing of the girls sharing their own experiences—and wow, you girls are just as gross with the details, like, for real—turns out, they all slept with him at some point! Crazy, right?”

“Even your girlfriend?”

Mark smiled, sheepish. Quite the contrast to your horrified expression. “They shared a gen-ed class. College sophomore year. She went to his frat’s party, they hooked up once and never again.”

“Please tell me the girls hated it at least.”

Mark’s jaw closed with a click, lips pressing into a thin line. “Y’know, I don’t think the word ‘hate’ was like, ever thrown around, honestly.”

Good lord—okay, so Jeno was kind of a slut then. A slut that had infiltrated your friend group (and fucked Mark’s girlfriend!) and left them unanimously agreeing that he earned his merit as an absolute god in bed. Go figure. This might as well be some divine force’s way of saying ‘go fuck yourself!’

“So I just have to live with it, is what you’re saying.”

“I mean…” His face twisted into an expression you couldn’t put your finger on and the nonsensical gesticulation didn’t provide any concrete context needed. Either way, you just knew you wouldn’t like whatever he says next. “If it bothers you that much, just find a new place. You’ve been here long enough.”

“In this economy?” you exclaimed. “That’s like asking me to kill myself!”

Not to mention drastic when you had already paid half of this month’s rent along with the other expenses—as did Jeno—and you really couldn’t afford splurging extra to get away from one minor—major inconvenience. Plus, you were pretty attached to the place.

Deciding on that was kind of a tempting solution, however. You had forgotten what it was like living alone after you and Mark thought to rent a place together post-graduation since you both agreed it was cost-effective, but if Jeno was smart enough to repent for his sins of stealing (sleep) from thy neighbor (roommate), you wouldn’t leave him to fend for himself.

“I should have stayed back and talked to Hyuck about this,” you droned, narrowing your eyes when all Mark did was snort at both your joke and your bias for Thing Number Two (Donghyuck). “He would at least agree that Jeno’s dick’s bigger than his brain.”

Which was farthest from the truth, actually.

Painful as it was to admit, the certificate of Jeno graduating from a joint program of Computer Science and Cyber Security as Magna Cum Laude was tangible proof that Jeno Lee’s brain was wired properly to some extent that It made your own certificate of graduating Cum Laude from your nursing program a bit lackluster. It was an inside joke you both shared; where your degrees and graduation portraits weren’t all that useless as they had been perfect for decoration.

All that’s left now was a sour reminder that Jeno got more bitches than you did every time you glanced up at the immortalized version of him. Looming above the flat screen TV with the effortless sweep of his hair and the sweet, canned smile he flashed at the camera.

While you spent hours to at least make it seem like you hadn’t been trampled on from the harrowing events of final exams, back-to-back practicals and soul-sucking internships, Jeno hardly looked like he had put in any effort—like an in-the-making supermodel taking his head-shots. His hair was in its natural shade of black, longer too with a subtle mullet going. Jeno looked younger, untouched by the trials and tribulations adult life granted anyone breaching that point and less like the sex fiend you would hiss at as a knee-jerk reaction.

The Jeno now fitted the latter description to a tee. This rugged look he’s got going on for him screamed trouble. He embodied what sex on legs meant as well as being the guy a god-fearing father would tell you to stay away from. 

Having said all that, you still thought that even hot people deserved to be humbled. Ever the one to talk shit about someone that had wronged you behind their back yourself, and Donghyuck was always a great shit-talking partner.

“Nice to know you still don’t listen to me. It’s like I’ve never moved out at all.”

“Maybe if you gave actual sound advice, I would.”

“Advice,” Mark parroted, following that up with a short laugh of disbelief. “you want advice? Okay, here’s one—avoiding Jeno won’t put a stop to this. Maybe all of this—whatever this is—could be resolved if you would just, oh, I don’t know, talk to him? Talk like proper adults would? Lay some ground rules or some shit, I don’t know.”

“I already did that! Many times, if you recall what we just talked about, and look where it got me.” 

Temporarily living off of the vomit green couch in exchange for better quality of sleep? Yeah, this was definitely a new low for you.

“Would you bail me out if I was charged for man-slaughter? I’ll pay you back… in a few years.”

“No,” was Mark’s immediate answer. “I’m being serious, babe. Just… talk it out, yeah? Jeno’s worried, texting me and all.”

Huh. Never would you have thought that ‘Jeno’ and ‘worried’ could be mentioned in the same sentence when you sampled just how much Jeno couldn’t give less of a fuck towards the deep lines you had repeatedly drawn, crossing it multiple times, but you supposed there’s always a first time for everything; like how this was a first for you not putting blind faith into Mark’s words.

“I find that hard to believe,” you groused.

Mark’s whole face then twisted into the very expression he’d wear when he’s about to deliver a mean lecture. Unfortunately for you, you had never been an exception to them and you were his best friend! It defeated the whole purpose of the label and the privileges that came with it and as you braced yourself for his god-given right of bitching at you, the sound of the keypad’s beeping made both of you freeze, the fight visible on Mark’s person gone once the automatic lock clicked in place as your faces blenched.

Not one of you dared to move as you listened to Jeno skulking around the foyer with bated breaths.

You could hear a pin drop when your roommate’s shuffling came to an abrupt stop. Then came the sharp gasp, the heavy rushed footsteps and there Jeno was in all his muscled glory; again, in athleisure and panting as if he ran a marathon just to see if his hunch was right.

“Talk to him,” Mark gritted before his face brightened with a capitalistic grin that would usually fool almost everyone and whirled around to greet Jeno with a dialed up amount of enthusiasm. “Hey, buddy! What’s up?”

Jeno was nonplussed by this, his gaze still stuck on you which granted a sinking feeling in your stomach when he didn’t do anything else. No smile, no nothing and Mark didn’t seem to pick up on the growing tension. That, or he simply just chose not to acknowledge it, making nice out of self-preservation.

“You look great!” It was kind of painful watching Mark acting as the buffer, yet unknowingly stall Jeno and the impending doom of talking to him. “Strong! You look strong—” as Mark said this, he gave Jeno’s bicep a friendly slap, only for him to reel it back almost a half second later with wide eyes. “Uh, well! I was just leaving—girlfriend’s looking for me so… bye!”

And there he went, leaving you to fend for yourself, but not before giving you a pointed look over Jeno’s shoulder that clearly said ‘fix this, or else’.

Or else, you huffed, Mark Lee couldn’t even hurt a fly—

“You’re home,” Jeno said, tone soft as ever despite the clear ire that was starting to bubble up to the surface from the way you caught his jaw clench. That didn’t stop your pettiness from taking over, however, making a sour face as you turned away from him to grab your favorite mug out of the cupboard.

“What an amazing observation,” you said with the same amount of excitement a school teacher would have if they were to be condescending. “Would you like a gold star?”

“I was worried,” and Jeno, ever the one to not rise to the bait shamelessly dangling right in front of his face, kept his voice even. “You left my texts on read. You didn’t return any of my calls.”

“Wow! It’s almost like I don’t want to talk to you,” you snapped, “‘worried’ my ass. You know damn well I left because of you, so you don’t get to act like I’m in the wrong when—“

Jeno cuts you off with a stern call of your name, like he’s had enough. Of what, exactly? As far as you knew, you were simply telling him the truth of the matter: he drove you away because one stubborn part of Jeno Lee refused to listen and admit that he was in the wrong.

Slowly, you twisted your neck to hit Jeno with the most chilling look known to man-kind as the familiar sensation of anger caused each of your muscles to stiffen. The one thing that kept you from tackling him to the ground was the abashed furrow of Jeno’s eyebrows and his downturned lips. He genuinely looked guilty. As guilty as a man could be from getting as much action as a blunt getting passed around a frat-party, but sadly for him, peace was never an option.

He could cry for forgiveness all he wanted and you’d only think of ways to make him cry even harder.

“Look,” Jeno began, eyes fluttering closed and breathing out a heavy sigh. “I just don’t understand why you had to go this far? Avoiding me for two weeks straight—I was worried,” he reiterated, eyes opening just for them to narrow accusingly. “I didn’t know where you were. Mark refused to tell me since ‘it wasn’t his business’—“ and honestly, if this were any other situation, you would have laughed at Jeno’s piss-poor imitation of Mark and the exaggerated air quotes. “—and I had to find out from Donghyuck, of all people, that you were staying with them!”

This was a first. Jeno was never one to completely lose his cool. Always the milder one between you both who knew how to keep his temper in check. Jeno was calm in every sense of the word, with placid smiles and solemn nods—composed even in the most dire of situations where tensions were high. A stark contrast to how you weren’t afraid of baring your teeth to let people know how you felt, swinging your emotions around as if they were a weapon.

Clearly, the Jeno that stood in front of you bore none of that. He was visibly upset—by what could be considered as ghosting him for two weeks straight, which would have been longer if Jeno had come later in the evening. You were starting to believe that the universe simply hated you to the point of cutting the streak.

You stayed quiet, letting your scowl do all the talking.

Jeno pinched his nose bridge. “I’m sorry I slept with Jimin, alright? It’ll never happen again if that’s what you want.”

“Oh my God,” you exclaimed as you shut the cupboard harsher than intended, moving to head for the coffee machine. He still didn’t get it and you’ll need the extra caffeine in your system for this.

“This is not about you sleeping with Jimin! This is about you crossing lines I specifically told you not to cross! How about you try having someone’s life in your hands? My job isn’t a walk in the park, Jeno. I need to be alert. I need to have my head set on straight, but clearly, I can’t have any of that because I have to hear you fucking the next person who looks at you! If any of my patients die, it’s on you. If I lose my job because I let a patient die, it’s on you—why won’t this fucking thing work!”

Your last straw might as well be the shitty coffee machine proving, once again, how shitty it was. You were half-tempted to unplug the thing and chuck it at his head.

God, you were so fucking angry. The two weeks away from home was the semblance of peace you had desperately needed after almost jeopardizing an angioplasty case with Dr. Jung when you caught yourself handing the wrong type of suture he asked for. It was only luck that you were stuck with one of the more approachable surgeons from cardio, letting you off with a lighthearted ‘wake up’ as Dr. Jung gestured for the right one.

Jeno reached over, pressing down on a button while tilting his head. “Are you done?” He said along the low whir of the coffee machine, evidently trying not to laugh.

The minty waft of his breath hit your face and it was then did you notice how close he had gotten. Your toes almost touching as you blinked up to meet his eyes, confused at how fucking fast he got all up in your space while you ranted.

You scowled harder. “Yeah,” and wow, you knew Jeno was one of the few lucky ones who grew to be tall. Height was one of the obvious physical advantages he had, but when put into perspective, having him like this—almost chest to chest—made a huge difference. You felt so small underneath Jeno’s imposing dead-eyed stare as if he was gauging his prey; a silent dare for you to make one sudden move knowing he’d catch you in the end after playing with you for a little, one way or another. “Yeah, I’m done.”

A small smile tugged on his lips. “Less work for me then.”

“Huh?”

Jeno dipped his head so quickly that it took you a second or two to register his lips pressing against yours.

Jeno Lee. The very same Jeno Lee you imagined exploding in your head too many times to the point you grew bored of the gory image enough to consider telepathically saying I hope you get chlamydia I hope you get chlamydia I hope you get chlamydia until it takes and manifests in real life, was kissing you. This was far from the initial possible outcome you would expect in light of the cold war wedging a gap between you that the backasswards had all higher functions of your brain—and possibly the one that had telepathy locked away forever—shut down when he angled his head to press deeper, as if to coax you into becoming an active participant.

The only options left for you to consider were: a.) kiss him back b.) kiss him back since it became crystal clear that whatever method of psychological warfare Jeno waged wasn’t worth stopping. For reference, option b was the obvious choice. The emphasis, the drama of it all complemented your own flair for dramatics and you would rather drop dead than let Jeno have the upper hand. And maybe because you were insane, choosing anything but resolving the issue with a proper talk, and good lord can the man kiss.

It’s his lips, you thought bitterly, lips of plump and petal-pink goodness melding against your own slightly chapped pair that rendered you uncharacteristically pliant.

Normally, you were anything but, though it was a little rewarding to know that Jeno was losing it just as much; the finesse to his methods gradually chipping away along the push and pull of your mouths with the delicious burden of his weight pressing you against the counter to have more than just a taste. A small window was open for some lucidity to seep in, that being Jeno’s forethought of wriggling a hand in between the edge of the counter top and your back so it wouldn’t jab at your spine as the other cupped your jaw, shuddering when his pinky brushed along a sensitive spot behind your ear.

Jeno smiled at this. You felt him smile at this, but you were still stuck on the oddly sweet gesture that you thought to show some gratitude by returning the same level of eagerness Jeno had, suckling and biting down on his bottom lip. At his whine, you promptly soothed the spot with a languid swipe of your tongue and did it all over again. Not that he minded. You could practically tell just how excited he was; all bricked up and prodding the softness of your belly, and he didn’t seem to be embarrassed by it at all. You didn’t think he would be when he had quite the package. 

“I’ve always wanted to do that.”

There’s a wry grin tugging at his lips when you both parted for some air. “All I could think about was shutting you up every single time you bitch at me.” He regained the closeness just to brush his lips against your cheek, sighing almost in a dreamy-like manner that you were half-tempted to back out. “You’re so cute when you’re angry.”

“Don’t piss me off,” you settled on saying instead as a warning, yet let Jeno—taking it as a cue—lift you up and place you on top of the counter without any struggle that you didn’t even try to hide the fact that the display of Jeno’s raw strength was doing it for you. An infuriatingly attractive feat and you supposed your thought on the matter translated on your face well enough if Jeno’s cheeky grin was anything to go by.

Still, the spread of your legs was no less inviting, something Jeno found funny as he snickered to himself before taking the space in between them for you to wind your arms around his sturdy shoulders and pull him down for another kiss. Mostly to shut him up. Yes, definitely to shut him up.

Jeno parted from you again with an audible smack, his thumbs rubbing slow circles on your waist. “Personally—”

You groaned, “oh here we go.”

“Personally,” Jeno tried again, ignoring your yelp when he gave a playful pinch to your skin. “I still think that you’re so pent up that everything annoys you—like me having a healthy sex-life, for example.”

This was it. This was definitely rock-bottom. You were finally in the trenches that you’re entertaining an actual conversation relating to Jeno’s fixation of sticking his dick into willing holes more times than you could count. Oh, and the fact that you were starting to become a little self-conscious from not getting any forms of sex on the regular unlike mister casanova over here.

You hit him with a dubious look. “Where are you even going with this?”

Jeno let out a low hum in lieu of an actual answer and pulled you forward as if he wasn’t already up in your space, the tip of his strong nose gently grazing yours, his lips doing pretty much the same thing too: a gentle brush against your own twitchy pair when he murmured, “don’t you want to let off a little steam? I can help. I want to help.”

And that rightfully stumped you. Not because it was the second time he propositioned you, with the first being more of a joke than anything, but how Jeno actually came off genuine this time around. Not a trace of the smugness could be found either. Just unbridled zeal that being scrutinized by the darkness of Jeno’s gaze birthed a familiar simmering of—horrifyingly enough—want beneath your navel.

There was an argument that could be made here. Where the stubborn part of you could simply claim that it was your curiosity coming into play—wanting to see for yourself if what Mark (and the girls) had said about Jeno was true; that there was a reason why Jeno’s roster was seemingly never ending. You could do that. Though, if anyone were to walk in right now, you didn’t think the compromising position would help in any way when you were quite literally entangled with each other.

Likewise, It didn’t really help that the wretched gremlin burrowing in the debased parts of your brain wanted Jeno Lee so much that you damn near salivated when the man bared more of his neck as a silent ‘go ahead’ for you to ravage the smooth skin with reds, blues and purples with your teeth. You’ve come to terms with the fact that you were attracted to Jeno that it honestly made you stupid enough to have a taste once the chance presented itself, surprisingly, without wishing an aneurysm upon yourself. 

But you weren’t going to give in that easily. You could just raise that having first hand experience with whatever Jeno had to offer was all for the sake of research and to prove your point.

That’s all that it was. That’s all that it will be; a case study for you. Nothing more, nothing less.

Jeno squeaked out his confusion when you ended up having his cheeks squished between your fingers and thumb right when he tried going in for another kiss, causing his lips to pucker out even more.

“What makes you think I’ll let you fuck me?” 

You dug your fingers into his skin harder as a warning when he tested his luck again.

It’s almost comical watching Jeno stiffen in your hold, making a show of gathering enough distance for him to look right into your eyes.

Then Jeno smiled something placid, yet the glimmer in his eyes told you otherwise. You felt so seen that you wanted to curl into yourself so he wouldn’t have to pick you apart with his steely gaze alone. In that moment, you were prey at the mercy of an apex predator just waiting to strike.

“Is that a challenge?” Jeno asked, even-tempered, irritatingly enough.

“And what if it is?” your fingers tangled themselves in the smooth dark blue strands and tugged gently. “Scared that you’ll lose?”

Jeno’s smile widened.

If there was one thing to take away from all of this, it was to never test the limits of a Taurus man’s patience.

Or else you’d end up in a position where your strength—or lack thereof—would be tested; or else you’d end up restless in between Jeno’s spread legs, one of his arms slung down the length of your torso as a seat belt and anchoring you down to his chest while three of his nimble fingers pistoned in and out of your sopping cunt. It was a fight with an obvious outcome of you losing by a landslide with his death grip around you, but you couldn’t help but squirm when he was so good at making you feel delirious just from his fingers making a mess of where you ached the most.

Fingers that were longer and thicker, reaching deeper than yours ever could. With Jeno, it took him no time at all to have you crying out from his digits nudging that sensitive spot within your silken walls, and the same fingers decidedly pulled out without any warning with an impossibly wet sound just for Jeno to switch his attention towards your clit, fingers flicking sideways in quick succession. This urged an immediate reaction, you letting out a shuddering cry as one of your hands shot out to lock tightly around his wrist.

Your head spun at Jeno’s gentle hushing as you twitched in his embrace. Tender words easily slipping past his full lips in conjunction with his almost rough treatment had your body wounding tighter and tighter as the divide between pleasure and pain gradually flattened to gossamer thin with each pass of Jeno’s fingers across your clit. 

He played you like a fiddle, like he knew exactly what to do in drawing out a pleasure filled song from within you until the barrier ripped, sobbing wetly into the air as you and your resolve shattered into pieces with Jeno’s constricting hold around your quivering form kept you from breaking completely.

When you came to, Jeno’s voice was the first thing you latched onto, bringing you back to full lucidity; gentle as he talked you through what was probably the most intense, toe-curling orgasm from being finger-banged on the couch, of all places.

Jeno breathed out a mixed noise of surprise and amazement. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

And it was when you felt the familiar warm and wet trickle from your pussy down to your ass did you finally let the humiliation set it: you’ve let Jeno finger you on the couch, soaking his shorts and the couch as evidence.

You wanted to die.

“Yeah, well, It’s not like I tell everybody I can,” you panted, hissing when Jeno’s hand curiously trailed down to assess the mess, middle and ring finger slipping between your vulva then dipping shallowly into you and rewarding himself with a whine. Uncomfortable as it was to move your neck at this angle, you wouldn’t miss the chance to glare at him. “like—‘hi! I’m this and that, and I can squirt!—do you know how deranged that sounds?”

“I dunno, I know I‘d be impressed. Intrigued. Maybe even ask for a demo—”

“Jeno.”

“Kidding! I’m kidding,” Jeno snickered as he retracted his fingers, only to stick them into his mouth with a pleased hum, like it was the tastiest thing he’s ever had in his life. “What?” He asked, muffled from suckling on his fingers still, when he caught you gawking at him, completely mortified by the shameless sweep of his tongue around his digits.

You wanted to cry. “You’re a fucking freak.”

“Oh princess, this is nothing,” Jeno finally freed is mouth of the visual torture, a broad grin stretching spit-slick lips when he, again, took in your visceral reaction towards being called princess. He’s so annoying. You verbalized the thought and the fucker just laughed. “Call me a freak again when I ask you to soak my face,” he said, voice sweet, wincing slightly when he held your cheeks, with damp fingers and all. Freak. “Or would you like it better if I beg instead? I’m flexible. I’ll do anything you want.”

Never mind, that was much much worse. Holy fuck. The visual in your head did nothing but spur you on even further no matter the aftermath of a thigh shaking release taking its effects now.

“Stop talking,” you groaned. “please, just shut up.”

“Okay.” Jeno giggled. Giggled, like he wasn’t an insane person delighting himself to your bodily fluids just a few seconds ago. Then to add insult to injury, he pressed a tender kiss to your temple. “Think you can go another round?” 

So he made you cum once—squirt, for that matter, but that’s, like, whatever when you were capable of doing that on your own. You had plenty of time figuring out what you liked best in this realm of preferences and for all you knew, Mark was simply fucking with you—just like the other girls probably were—as some sick elaborate joke, and Jeno was simply overcompensating for the sake of his ego with their help.

“Just… give me a few. I’m starting to go deaf.” Well, not really. It felt more like there was cotton stuffed into your ears, your own voice sounding muffled and faraway. Although you weren’t new to the feeling, it wasn’t common either and it was especially new that another person was able to render you into this sluggish version of yourself.

He sucked in a breath. “Was it that good that you’ve gone temporarily deaf?”

Other than that, then came the numbing of your scalp. You’ve read about this once, a product from genuine curiosity after a little moment of freaking the fuck out, thinking you were about to die from cumming too hard to the point of losing circulation up there in your brain. And—no you weren’t dying, though it would be an interesting way to go.

You followed up with this just as the blunt edges of his fingernails lightly scratched at your scalp. “I literally can’t feel that except a slight pressure—and don’t get too cocky. This happens to me when I get myself off too.”

Jeno didn’t get even a second of gloating before you started rambling about the possibilities of why this happens with a basic rundown of the nervous system (rapid increase in heart rate and blood pressure) and completely disregarding the stiff outline of Jeno’s pride pressing snugly into the cleft of your bare ass cheeks.

He felt just as hard as he was when you sucked faces in the kitchen. Warm. Big, that you had no idea if the shakes you were getting now was out of fear for Jeno’s cock potentially rearranging your guts to the point of no return, or out of anticipation from that possibly happening. Though what was more shocking was Jeno maintaining some sort of chivalrous streak, staying where he was and putting your pleasure first before his own when he could pretty much turn the tides and have his way with you.

But like a dog being told to stay for a promised treat, Jeno doesn’t do anything, besides soothing you with absentminded caresses here and there while he listened.

At least that’s how you thought this slip in judgment was going to end right until Jeno picked you up in one fell swoop, abruptly—and rudely—cutting you off from the build up towards a detailed spiel of a hypothesis to instead let out an undignified yelp of surprise. He hauled you up without any visible struggle and it was doing horrible horrible things to your psyche.

“Seriously, Jeno,” you exclaimed, grunting when he wrangled you onto your knees, your chest pressed down onto the coffee table as if you were nothing but a doll he gets to twist and bend for his own entertainment. “Were you even listening?”

“Uh huh—something about the temporary effects of an orgasm to the nervous system,” he trailed off at the same time his fingers grazed your skin while rucking up your pullover, just high enough that you shivered against the cool glass surface. “I’ll be honest with you, Human Biology wasn’t exactly interesting to me, but the little science session was cute.”

The glass was doing wonders in cooling down your cheek.

This was the second time he has called you cute. So casually too that you started to think that maybe Jeno had a thing for embarrassing you, see you squirm, whine, make a fool out of yourself—overall, make your life more difficult than it already was.

“Dick,” you quipped, all too weak to actually mean it and Jeno seemed to get the memo, offering a short laugh. “do I have to fit a certain criteria to do this in your bedroom?” you followed, mustering up some strength to glare at him over your shoulder, only to falter when you found Jeno was rather preoccupied with something else.

It’s no secret that Jeno was simply born with a resting face so sweet and unassuming that there was this perceived notion of him not having a mean bone inside that clean-cut body of his. That Jeno wasn’t capable of dishing out noteworthy comebacks aimed at the ego. 

Sure, he could be unaware at times (as per his loud sex problem), but you couldn’t deny the simple truth that Jeno could be nice—is nice. So nice. Sweet even, that the expression crossing his face was just as honeyed and becoming more so the longer he stayed kneeling there, raking his eyes over your half-naked form bent to compliance. It wasn’t the blatant leering that got to you though, but more of how Jeno looked doing it. Who knew the mole smack dab in the middle of your back could be adored this much?

There’s a faint smile tugging on his lips. Miniscule, barely there—still a smile, nonetheless, as he traced the length of your back with his eyes, his large hands essentially doing the same: mapping the entirety of your torso for his own indulgence until he got his fill; warm palms gluing to the soft dips of your waist, all the while his face twisted where it gave the impression he was seeing what was front of him for the very first time.

You looked away, face hotter than it was before.

Whatever that was seemed too private of a moment to witness. It felt intimate—the way his eyes drank in your body—too intimate for a ‘one and done’ thing that you seriously couldn’t wait to get fucked and put an end to this hands-on case study of Jeno’s whore-ish tendencies.

“So no bedroom, then,” you said, hoping it would snap Jeno out of it.

“Sorry, princess.” And, to be fair, Jeno did sound apologetic for a man that was about to get his dick wet for the umpteenth time. You gave him points for trying, then docked off some because princess. Really? “I don’t think I can make the trip to my bedroom. Need to fuck you now or else my dick will fall off.”

You closed your eyes, dropping your chin forward far enough that your forehead met the glass surface with a dull thunk.

So much for thinking he was sweet during a moment. It’s like the more he opened his mouth, the more he inched away from the polite friend-of-a-friend gym-bro who probably helped grandmas cross the street.

“Ugh—fuck you.”

“Mm, yeah.” You stopped counting the last time you had fallen into bed with someone else, and you were starting to think that it has probably been a while; if the brush of spandex against your skin from Jeno fumbling behind to drag his shorts just low enough for his cock to spring free has you completely losing it. Jesus, this was embarrassing. “You’re about to.”

You scoffed, “corny.”

Jeno didn’t deign the cattiness with an answer and instead let his growing impatience speak for itself, kneeing your thighs further apart and shuffling closer until your sharp intake of breath pierced through the once still air when the sticky head of his cock prodded at your hole.

“Any time now.”

Trying to sound unaffected was truly a Sisyphean task. You couldn’t help it, really. Being snarky came natural to you, though if Jeno could tell you were just talking your shit to cover up your impatience, he did nothing about it and went about with teasing you, dragging his length back and forth against your slit.

“I’m literally becoming dryer the longer you keep this up.”

That got a reaction out of him this time, letting out an incredulous laugh, “there’s no way of shutting you up, is there?”

“I don’t know, you can try hard—” whatever else that was supposed to follow immediately died at the tip of your tongue, gasping at the sudden intrusion.

“Oh! Well that’s one way.”

Another version of Jeno in your head just died of spontaneous combustion. You could literally hear him smile. Smiley bastard.

It was intense for sure. As intense as it could be after a stupidly long dry spell that you genuinely felt as though you were reborn a fucking virgin and made the mistake of picking the very guy with a third leg for a dick to pop your cherry. If the head of his cock breaching your pussy had you this frenzied, who knew what the actual thing could do to your actively deteriorating sanity? And—well, you were about to find out, weren’t you?

The reality of it all hit you like a freight train, the groan Jeno breathed out sounded so loud even over the mechanical drone of the air conditioner when he pushed deeper into you.

“Jen—oh my God—wait—” You reached behind to grab onto Jeno’s ass cheek at breakneck speed. A grave mistake, really, because in what you would hope could have stopped Jeno from basically splitting you into two, you unintentionally helped him plug you up. Your nails dug into his flesh as a result.

“Careful with the claws,” he hissed. “They actually hurt.”

“Yeah?” He yelped when you squeezed his ass tighter, his own hand holding onto yours to stop you from doing actual damage. “Try getting impaled by a dick, dickhead.”

Jeno went rigid. “You’ve had sex before, right?”

“Yes?” You looked at him like he was stupid over your shoulder and—all gods above. He already looked fucked out. Cheeks pink, skin shining with sweat (when did he take his shirt off?) and eyes darker from how blown out his pupils were—you know, maybe you weren’t too far off from the thought. “But unlike you, I don’t fuck the next thing that breathes my way.”

“Wow,” Jeno huffed. “Clearly I’m doing something wrong if you’re still running your mouth.”

You had a long history of letting your mouth run before your brain could even decipher if what you had to say would be ideal for the situation. To get out of it, though, was a completely different story and with how things are unfolding, yeah, maybe you bit off more than you could chew.

“No, no—shh, it’s okay. You're okay,” Jeno soothed just as you squirmed, trying to relax. “You're doing so good for me. Just breathe, yeah? Jus’ a little more—oh, fuck.” The guttural groan coincided with the squeak you let out once Jeno shoved himself balls deep into you with a faint slap of skin, clenching around him.

Out of all the men you’ve been with in the past, it took you the longest to adjust around Jeno’s girth. Not only because you simply did not have the time to fuck around, but he really was huge in the sense that he was somehow hitting places that you didn’t even know were there. He truly was the biggest you’ve taken in a while and it was a relief that you had the day off tomorrow and the day after; plenty of time to recover. The thought of having to explain getting railed over your coffee table to the point you were walking funny was mortifying enough as it is.

“This is so much better than hearing you bitch and moan, seriously. Sometimes I start thinking you just want me to hate you.” Jeno didn’t look like he was capable of hating anything if he tried, though with the way his hips drilled mercilessly into you, maybe a tiny part of him could. If pushed right. “And you complain so damn much about the noise when you’re no better. Can you hear how fuckin’ loud you are now?”

You didn’t even realize Jeno was still holding onto the hand that seemed to permanently glue itself onto his barely-there ass cheek until he took your joined hands—fingers laced and all—to migrate beside your head. Right in front of your face and, somehow, it felt like an insult.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Jeno Lee,” you moaned and squeezed his hand at a particularly hard thrust jostling you forward. “Fuck you and your useless big dick.”

Jeno snickered. You still called him big, so he’ll take that as a win. “My dick is one of those things and it’s not useless.”

Jeno didn’t really mind how loud you actually were. In fact, he liked it. A lot. Liked hearing how good he was making you feel with each drag of his cock within your warm and slick insides. Liked knowing that he was the reason why you were so lost in your own song of pleasure as you fucked back onto him with all you’ve got when he stopped all his movements to see what you would do and goodness, were you a sight for sore eyes. And Jeno was glad to witness all of this.

You were truly a fantasy come to life. Something he’d never would expect to touch, to mold and to feel in his own hands.

Watching you take what you wanted with no complaints was not an expected outcome—hell, having sex with you wasn’t what Jeno was hoping to get from tonight at all. Talking would have been just fine, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Of course not. Not when you were putting up a show, fueled by your own greed for pleasure, for him and him alone and he could tell all that pent-up stress was starting to seep out the more the back of your thighs met his.

Jeno was a patient man for sure. He was known for it at work. When it came to his diligent daily visits to the gym just two blocks away. When it came to living life in general; yet somehow, you were part of the minute collective that was able to test that until there was nothing left of it and as much as Jeno loved seeing you like this; desperate enough for cock that doing all the work was no problem, he quickly grew bored being a spectator.

There was also you threatening the safety of his skull if he didn’t get a move on to fuck you harder. Jeno only let out an amused snort at this, thinking it was cute and leaned forward so you were chest to back.

“I hoped for a second you’d be begging,” he mumbled into your nape. “you’re something else, aren’t you?”

“Fuck me, or I’ll make sure you’ll never get to fuck anyone else ever again.”

Well.

You did make a compelling argument, and just like how this all went, Jeno followed and delivered.

It was made very clear to you that his muscles weren’t just for show because unlike you, he possessed an insane amount of core strength that it barely dented his stamina when he lifted you up a couple of inches above the coffee table. Your joined hands came in clutch for balance while his free hand acted like a necklace loosely wrapped around your throat so Jeno could kiss you as his hips regained momentum.

Kissing gradually became less of a thing and more of just you both breathing into each other’s mouths, completely taken over by the sheer pleasure of it all. Normally, you’d avoid his eyes if you could, but you were so far gone that you didn’t mind staring into the endless pits of Jeno’s hooded stare. His thrusts slowed down, yet they were more deliberate than ever that it took all of your leftover energy to not say anything stupid like how this change in angle and pace had Jeno plunging in so deep that you could almost feel him in your throat.

“‘m close,” he rasped, hand on your neck tightening a smidge as his movements steadily increased in speed. “How about another one from you, huh? On my cock this time?”

You could only sound a shaky hum and that was enough of an answer for him.

Heated and damp skin met the glass surface once more and Jeno’s cock snugly fit inside of you again with little to no resistance. It was almost the same as how you started out. The only difference was your navel pressing firmly against the table by your still joined hands pushing down onto your back.

Time wasn’t wasted at all and that change alone fully intensified the sensation of Jeno’s girth drilling into you like he was trying so hard to carve a space that he could only fill, even more so when you wriggled and squared your hips to take him in better. It made so much of a difference that your eyes rolled back into your skull as mindless pleasured noises spilled past your lips, your grip around his fingers growing tighter that it hurt your own.

The second wave of your orgasm encroached at a dangerously fast pace from the oversensitivity earlier and the consistency of Jeno’s perfectly timed jackhammering thrusts hitting the tender spot within you, forcing out tinny ah ah ahs out of you as you clenched around him from how mind-numbingly amazing this was, being underneath Jeno’s weight.

It’s been too fucking long that the delirious part of your brain, completely compromised by the rush of dopamine and oxytocin from cumming for the second time entertained the idea of keeping Jeno buried in you long enough until your insides molded around each ridge and vein of Jeno’s cock for the perfect fit. You’ve never felt this full in your life. Even the frantic pistoning of Jeno’s hips aided by the wet gush of slick didn’t shatter the illusion. The feeling of cotton stuffed into your ears came back tenfold.

“Close,” Jeno rasped. “Where—where?”

“Pull out,” you said, all too winded to add that you were on the pill, but you didn’t want to take your chances. Apparently the tension was that bad that none of you had the forethought of using a condom. Your minds were so clouded that critical thinking was impossible, but what’s done was done.

Jeno pulled out with a slick sound, followed by a shaky moan that grew louder and louder with each stroke of his cock, leaving you to whine from the loss (wow, you were so out of it). Warm cum splattered onto the sweat-damp skin of your back and for once, you didn’t have the heart or energy to complain about the sticky mess

Click.

Your eyes shot open. “Did you just take a photo of me?”

“Yeah,” Jeno said. “You look good like this. Pretty. Wanted to have something to jerk off too.”

He could have just stopped at pretty. “You’re gross. You aren’t going to show that to anybody else, are you?” 

“Don’t worry, I don’t like sharing and I actually value my life.”

You could only groan in response, sagging more against the now moist surface of the glass as if you were trying to merge yourself with it, feeling the after effects of Jeno trying to fuck the life out of you.

“I think I’m going to die.”

Jeno responded in kind with a sweet laugh, letting go of your hand. It didn’t even register that you still had your fingers intertwined up until he let go, and tempted as you were to lift yourself up and see what kind of face he was making now that he left his mark on you, you were genuinely too exhausted to do that.

“That good, huh?” His hands returned to your hips, squeezing them gently. “I told you so.”

With the last bit of your strength, you kicked at his thigh.

“Okay, let’s get you up.” He swiped his discarded shirt up from the floor to wipe away the cum before lifting you up by the armpits so you’re on your knees, settling your weight onto your calves as he watched your pullover delicately fall into place and cover up most of your skin. Your own name on his tongue sounded so far away to you. “—hey. You still with me?”

There’s a hum as a response and that’s it. Not only did he end up fucking all the stress and tension out of you, there goes half of your life, too. Gravity took over and you fell right into his chest with your head cushioned by his bare shoulder, eyes glazed over.

“How does a bath sound?”

You nodded, letting your eyes slip closed as Jeno adjusted your slumped form to carry you.

Jeno almost jumped out of his skin when your phone rang.

“Hello?” Jeno said quietly after scrambling for it on your side of his bed, looking over his shoulder to make sure he hadn’t woken you up. He didn’t think you had granted him the perk to simply barge into your room just yet, so he had you clothed in one of his sleep shirts and a pair of new boxer shorts as you dozed away.

“Jeno? Why do you have her phone? Did you kill her before she killed you?”

“No.” That made him worry. How often did you tell anyone who’d happily lend an ear that you’d murder him in cold blood? Whatever, hopefully after tonight, things will smoothen out. “She’s asleep right now. She won’t be heading back over there tonight.” Or ever, he thought.

“Oh?” Jaemin sounded excited for a second, then turned suspicious. “Why? Did she forgive you yet?”

Jeno let the question marinate for a moment, weighing the benefits of letting one of the nosiest people he knew in on his business. A loud snort followed by some mumbling startled him and Jeno craned his neck to find you now facing his side of the bed, still asleep with your mouth parted in a darling little ‘o’. There’s drool at the corner of your mouth. You’ve never looked cuter.

“Define… forgive.”

For once, Jaemin, surprisingly, was rather quick on the uptake “Oho? You two fucked it out, didn’t you?” When Jeno didn’t answer right away, Jaemin gasped. “Jeno, you dog!”

His cackling caused Jeno’s cheeks to flush an impossible red. “Don’t make it weird!”

“You made it weird the second you decide to sleep with her. Besides, we’re all adults here! I promise I won’t tell my third unofficial roommate“—Jeno wished he could reach through the phone right now and choke the life out of him—“that you told me. Tell me everything. Down to the nastiest detail—Hyuck! Oh my God, you’re home just in time. Guess what—“

“I’m coming by and getting the rest of her stuff in a bit.” The whining fell deaf onto Jeno’s ears. “Goodbye, Jaemin.”

He hung up, gently sliding your phone underneath the pillow you’re using. Actually, maybe you'd let him in your good graces if he went to fetch your charger.

Just when he thought peace and quiet had finally been attained, his own phone started buzzing from an onslaught of messages.

Hyuck: U GUYS FUCKED????? Hyuck: WITHOUT ME??? Hyuck: NO FAIR 😭😭😭😭

Jaemin: OR ME??? Jaemin: spare coochie plz 🥺🤲🏼

Hyuck: was there a tape at least 😔

Jaemin: 👀

Jeno: I hope she kills you both when I show her these.

Jeno set his phone to ‘Do Not Disturb’ and tossed it carelessly onto his nightstand.

This was not your room.

With each toss and turn, it still smelt like man, which wasn’t completely awful. It’s a rather pleasant scent; fresh, not too overwhelming on the citrus notes and something woodsy and floral binding everything together. A little too summery when it was currently in the middle of autumn, but you supposed you were in no position to judge when you’ve been using the same perfume since high school.

All in all, it was still nice. If not a little off-putting, not waking up entangled in your linen sheets which was starkly different from how your usual mornings went, yet the exhaustion was what kept you from making a huge fuss. At least Jeno's room didn't harbor the aesthetics of anything from the r/malelivingspace subreddit. Jeno's room was rather nice. Clean. Neat. Evident that a man lived here.

Apart from the abrupt change, there was also the bone-deep soreness serving as a heavy reminder of the aftermath of your decision to sleep with the very same person who took it from you.

And how ironic that he was also the reason why you slept so well last night too.

What a way to end your so-called case study with you as the punchline, really and—fine, maybe Jeno did have the room to boast his admittedly exceptional stroke game. Maybe Jeno knew how to make people cum and it was a fluke that he made you, too. Twice. Maybe Jeno earned his merit of being an expert in the field of sex then.

Your lips wobbled, frowning at Jeno’s ceiling.

This was literally the worst discovery of your life. Being a test subject yourself to see if Jeno’s reputation had preceded him didn’t make it any less horrifying. How could you return to normalcy after this?

You buried your face into one of Jeno’s many pillows and screamed.

Luckily, he hadn’t caught wind of your morning breakdown.

After freshening up in the bathroom, you quietly made your way towards the spacious kitchen, assuming it’s where Jeno was, albeit slowly as each step you took made the ache in between your thighs more pronounced. He had his back to you, bare of anything besides the tight boxer briefs and the frilly pink apron shielding his torso from the splattering oil cinched around his waist.

Jeno Lee painted the very picture of temptation in this current moment. Jacked all to hell, complementing his god-like proportions that showed off his slutty waist women alike would die to have and a striking face that could start wars. But out of everything, your gaze lingered on his barely-there ass wondering if your nails did leave any stinging marks that Jeno would feel for days.

“Oh, hey. You’re up—were you staring at my ass?”

From his behind, you immediately stuck your eyes onto something else less suspicious—like the geometric light fixture just above his head you once hoped would knock him out one day.

“No I wasn’t,” you said, keeping your voice even. “Can’t stare at anything that isn’t even there.”

“Hey!” Jeno whined. “I do have an ass!”

“And I have a dick,” you shot right back and made your way towards where the shitty coffee machine was. Just a few paces away from where Jeno stood. “See how easy it is to lie?”

He sighed. “How come you have an answer for everything?”

You cracked your first smile of the morning. Smug, if anything, but a smile nonetheless. “You just make it so easy.”

“Damn, so even the sex wasn’t enough,” Jeno muttered as he flipped a pancake with an effortless flick of the wrist. “How many rounds will it take for you to forgive me?”

“Zero.” If looks could kill, Jeno would have burst into flames by now. “Is sex all you think about?”

“I can think of other things…” he trailed off, giving you a quick glance with a sweet moue on his lips. “most of my thoughts are of you, so…” Jeno turned to you fully, his eyes gaining a hopeful shine.

That shocked a short laugh out of you in spite of yourself, shaking your head as you marched for the cupboard. “Nice try, big guy—and the sex?” You shot him a quick glance over your shoulder. “You can forget about it.”

“Okay.”

You looked at him again. Jeno was now frying eggs with his face devoid of everything but concentration.

“I still hate you,” you added, loudly.

The sunny side-up eggs slipped cleanly onto a large plate. “Mhm.”

“It was a one time thing.” Somehow his lack of a reaction was slowly getting to you. “It’s not happening again. Ever. I’m not having sex with you again. Ever.”

“Yeah, I got you the first time.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

“Perfect.” You harrumped, making a quick grab for your favorite mug before coming face-to-face with your stupid ass coffee machine.

This was not your stupid ass coffee machine.

What sat in place of the old piece of junk Granny had given you as a housewarming gift (after expressing her concern for your possible caffeine addiction) was a newer model you were pretty sure most, if not all, lifestyle influencers had displayed in their meticulously curated coffee corner. This was built mostly for convenience and to fit into the current trend of aesthetics, no wonder you couldn’t get it to work last night. Muscle memory had you pressing the wrong button.

Slowly, you pried your trembling eyes from the brand-spanking-new replacement to watch your roommate in his element, completely unaware of you currently going through the greatest shock of your life, and back.

You looked closer. There was a Post-It stuck onto the side.

I’m sorry (.◜ᯅ◝) — your asshole roommate.

Jeno bought you a new coffee machine.

“Hey Jen?” you called softly after a full minute of inner deliberation.

Jeno hummed his acknowledgement. He even fried the bacon just how you liked it. There’s no way you couldn’t forgive him now. You were mean, sure, but you weren’t evil. Why did he have to be so nice?

“Can you show me how the coffee machine works?” Then, just as quietly, you added: “please?”

He turned to look at you with the most brilliant smile as he killed the fire.

“Yeah. Of course.”

Mark (ER): so did you two talk yet Mark (ER): ..hellooooo Mark (ER): did you kill him 😟

You: no? tf

Mark (ER): so u guys r good now or

You: 👍🏼👍🏼

Mark (ER): omg TWO thumbs ups 😀 Mark (ER): are u bffs now ??? Mark (ER): i was here first btw

You: go bother ur gf omg??????

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bonus of me going thru it in our chat lovingly named 'en-ct':

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[sleepingdeath-light]

mercurial knight cookie + fem s/o smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (28/01/25)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; mercurial knight

outline ; “(i am 18) hihi! could you please do basic or smut mercurial knight (crk) x fem!reader hcs? whichever you feel more inspired to do. thank you!”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, service switch!mercurial knight cookie, praise kink, wing play, oral sex (fem receiving), period oral, brief mention of semi-public sex acts

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

mercurial knight cookie is someone who is extremely adaptable, who lives to serve, and who thrives when given orders to follow, and those traits only become all the more obvious in the bedroom — as such he’s a very versatile switch who gets off more on your pleasure than his own (does that make him a ‘service switch’?)

follows every order you give him without hesitation unless he knows that doing what you ask would cause you physical harm or mental distress. in other words: you tell him to eat him out and he’s dropping to his knees to suck on your clit and fuck you with his tongue, you tell him to go deeper when he’s topping and he’s readjusting his angle so he can go as deep as possible with each thrust, you tell him you want him to fuck you against that wall then he’s checking for any passersby and lifting you into his arms with ease so he can do exactly what you want, and so on — you pretty much have this man wrapped around your finger from day one

he always prefers to be the one pleasuring you and it’s much easier for him to do that as a top — saying that, it’s not like he’s entirely opposed to bottoming, rather that it’s not his usual preference and he has zero experience with doing it. but if you’re adamant that you’ll get a great deal of enjoyment out of topping him then he can be convinced to get on his back for you (and only his back, he refuses to bottom in doggy style or the like)

he’s more than strong and flexible enough to settle comfortably into whatever position you desire and rarely ever voices a preference for anything unless pressed a lot on the matter — that being said, while he never outwardly expresses as much it’s clear as day that he does enjoy topping in positions where he can more easily see your face as he fucks you (e.g. missionary, cowgirl, mating press, and so on)

he’s extremely respectful in the bedroom, bordering on formal at times, and adamantly refuses to degrade or humiliate you during sex or foreplay — even if you beg. there are some lines he just refuses to cross, so you’ll have to settle for blunt commentary about how good you smell/feel/taste and intermittent but earnestly spoken praise (which he gets all the more liberal with whenever he’s close to orgasm)

he love going down on you and could happily do it for hours at a time if ever you asked it of him. the taste of you is addictive to him, and he can’t get enough of the feeling of your cunt clenching around his tongue, and the sounds you make when he sucks on your clit when he fingers you might just have been enough to make him cum on their own if he were a weaker man (and hadn’t been reforged from metal). and if you think being on your period is going to put him off of giving you oral then you’re dead wrong — he’s a man, not a boy. blood doesn’t bother him at all

(bonus points if you ride his face and use him for your pleasure when he’s acting as your submissive because you will make his whole week)

the process that he went to in order to become who he is now removed a great deal of the sensitivity from his body, that being said his wings have maintained some degree of sensitivity (at least compared to the rest of him) and if you touch them gently/sensually enough then you’ll still be able to get some small response out of him… that response is usually a shiver down his spine and a throaty groan, but at least it’s something

mercurial knight cookie doesn’t really use any pet names in the bedroom and will likewise just encourage you to call him by his name when you’re having sex, but if you happen to slip up and address him with a particularly sweet term of endearment (like ‘sweetheart’, ‘baby’, or ‘love’) then he certainly won’t complain… in fact it only makes him all the more eager to make you feel good

he doesn’t really actively crave sex anymore but if you’re in the mood (and he’s available) then he’ll always do his best to help you out — sometimes this means actually making love to you, but more often than not (especially if you have quite a high sex drive) his help is usually limited to him putting his hands and mouth to good use between your legs before he returns to his usual duties

he isn’t exceptionally vocal when he’s not actually speaking, but he will occasionally let out shuddering gasps, low groans or maybe even a deep grunt if he’s really getting into the moment — or when you’re going down on him and you do that thing with your tongue that he loves, but he’d never admit to enjoying an act that he deems as extremely selfish

while he’s not entirely opposed to having sex in riskier locations as long as he’s certain that you won’t be caught, mercurial knight cookie much prefers to make love to you in your shared bed — it’s safer, more comfortable, and far more intimate so it’s a natural choice in his mind

extremely and unrelentingly thorough when it comes to aftercare so you’d better get used to being pampered beyond your wildest dreams

[bitchassbucky]

Ｂｏｔｈｅｒ

📎Word Count: 2.2k

📎Warning/s: smut! minors DNI. mean!fuckboy!bucky x f!reader. unprotected sex. little to no foreplay, because, well, he just wants to get his dick wet. denied orgasm :( no aftercare too lol he’s an asshole in this one. messy facial! some heckin’ words.

📎A/N: jesus fuckiNG CHRIST okay this is one of my longer fics, i’m trying to get back into writing long fics again so, bear with me. fuckboy!bucky playlist to accompany you while reading this <3 

📎reblogs, likes, and comments are all welcomed! shower me with validation pls

📎Masterlist || Ask || AFTERDARK

The bass line and the drumbeat made your heart pump in sync. The room reeked of cheap drinks and expensive perfume—sweaty patrons swirling, mingling around, keeping their drinks cold, their hearts warm.

Chatter peaked when the band finished the song, a round of applause rising the frontman’s ego. The spotlight shone brightly on him, the stage lights hitting his back, lighting up his silhouette with pinks and purples.

He beams with adrenaline. All perfect smiles.

Slinging his stickered guitar to the side, he speaks into the mic, “thank you all for coming. We’ve been The Commandos. Goodnight!” The frontman flashes his million-dollar, megawatt smile and bows, earning another applause from the audience.

The rest of the band slinked out the back, bowing, giving out air-kisses and waves. Another band piles onto the stage, waving hello to the gathering crowd.

You sigh, the bottom of your shoes sticking to the dirty floor of the bar. The overhead lights of the bar a bright yellow contrast to the stage’s red hue. The beer in your hand condensing, the tips of your fingers damp in the process. The warmth of the place piling on your impatience.

Pushing yourself off the bar, you make your way to the back, one thing echoing in your mind. Familiar faces crowd your vision, sending a polite smile their way.

A door stands in front of you, the wood stained with stickers and posters and autographs. You knock twice before turning the knob.

“Where’s Bucky?” You say, leaning against the door frame. The door slowly swings open.

A blonde man, what’s-his-face, looks at you and puts down a pair of drumsticks, “‘Dunno what to tell ya, but he’s not here.”

Your roll your eyes, sending him a mirthless smile, “yeah, obviously. I was hoping if you could tell him to meet me tonight.”

Steve—you suddenly remembered his name—eyed you head to foot, a smirk plastered on his face, “Sounds important. Why don’t you hang out with us while waiting for him?”

A chuckle escapes your lips, “no, thanks. I’ll meet him outside.”

Steve makes a face, quirking a light brow to the rest of the group. All of them sharing the same look, “alright. Suit yourself.”

The clock ticks just ten minutes after 11, your patience growing thin as a needle. A gaggle of drunk patrons stumbles out the door when you spot him—leather jacket, distressed, ripped pants.

“Where’s my ring?” Without missing a beat.

Bucky’s lips quirk into a smirk, “whoa, baby, we fucked once,” he made you come thrice, “and you’re asking for a ring already?”

A shiver runs up your spine, whether it’s from disgust or something else, it wasn’t clear, “you know what I meant. I left my ring on your nightstand.”

“Deliberately, or…”

Your hands curl up in frustration, your left shin itching, “c’mon. Do you have it or not?” 

His intentionally undone boots scuffed against the floor as he stalks closer to you, his perfume invading your olfactory senses. Oh, he smells good. 

“D’you wanna find out?” His voice dropping a couple of octaves, whispering into the shell of your ear. His thick arms caging you against the bar and the wall. Fuck, he smells really good.

A feeble attempt to make room goes unnoticed, your breath hitching in your throat, “If you don’t have it on you, I’d gladly receive it through the mail.”

Bucky licks his tinged lips, a vein in his temple ticking—the lighting reflecting in his blue eyes, “why would I mail it to you when you can pick it up from my place?”

A rational voice in your head echoes, fighting with your impulse. The closeness of both of your bodies radiating warmth and electricity.

“Fine.” You relented, impulsivity is what got you there in the first place.

The drive to the place shouldn’t take too long, the little shit deliberately took the long way to his place. 

While you sit on the passenger side of his car, he keeps sending you amused glances. As if he couldn’t believe you’d willingly go with him tonight. Well, technically, it really wasn’t part of your plan.

“You wanna get burgers first?” He offers, lowering the music coming from the car’s stereo.

“I wanna get my ring back, Bucky.” You say, reminding him—and yourself—of what your agenda for tonight is.

He dismisses you, as per usual. And pulls over a drive-through of a local burger place, ordering himself a meal.

Instead of getting back out on the highway, he parks the car, rolls down the window, and eats.

“Jesus- fuck, Bucky!” You exclaimed in frustration, “look, if you want to waste my time, then-”

“Then, what?”

“Then go fuck yourself.” You left in a huff, swinging your legs and slamming the car door shut. Hoping that he’d go deaf in one ear.

Making sure that you’re well visible and in a brightly-lit place, you pull out your phone to book an Uber. Only to find Bucky making his way to you for the second time tonight.

“Hey!” Didn’t even used your name to call you, great work!

“I do have it, it’s really back in my place. By the lamp on the bedside table.” The truth lingers out on the night air, waiting for you to acknowledge it.

You meet Bucky’s statement with a wary squint, he meets your rightful doubt with a smile.

“No more stopovers.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Bucky’s place is a liminal space for you. 

The familiar shadows and corners welcome you, the surfaces on where your bare skin sat hissed at you. You stood by the doorway, not wanting to prolong the journey.

“Hey, c’mon, it’s just me. Sit down.” Exactly, it is him.

You shake your head, leaning by the wall like a stranger, “I’m good. You’re not gonna take long anyway.”

But instead of retrieving your jewelry, his form retreats to the kitchen. A few seconds pass and you hear the crack and hiss of a beer bottle being opened.

“Y’know, I think I’ll just get it myself.” You toe off your shoes, placing them by the door. Your jacket still hanging off your shoulders.

You passed by Bucky, walking towards a love seat, two beers on one hand, “hurry up, then. Got a drink for ya.”

Hazy images play by memory the last time you were here, his damn cologne seeping into your nostrils.

Your head hanging by the edge of the bed as he laps your cunt like a man starved.

The headboard supporting your balance as you bounce up and down his thick cock.

Carpeting that gave your knees burn as he fucked you from behind.

Like an etch-a-sketch, you shake your head to get rid of the scenes that made themselves known.

A shining glint from the bedside table catches your eye, you swipe the ring and stashed it down your jacket pocket.

Coming out of the room with your ring, your slight smile falters as you saw Bucky lounging shirtless. As rightfully so, this is his home anyway.

You steeled yourself despite the heat that’s making its way up to your neck, “uh, I already got it. Thanks, Bucky.”

He shoots you a look—a lingering one. Like a predator about to pounce on prey. His stare chasing the goosebumps under your clothes.

“You sure you wanna go? It’s–” he glances at his phone for the time, “–past midnight.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can.” The setup.

“How about I take care of you for a change?” The trap.

And then just as sudden as your arrival, you find yourself pressed up against the wall. The agenda of the night has already been forgotten.

Bucky’s mouth finds its temporary home on your jaw, moving down your neck. His large hands already clawing their way under your shirt, the suddenness of the moment stirring the heat in your belly.

Rushed hands and panted breaths meet feverish lips.

The moment his tongue slipped into your mouth was the moment where you lost all inhibitions. Your hands fly to his nape, tugging his hair, effectively making him moan into your mouth.

“You know me so well.” He purrs against your lips. Hitching your legs up his hips as he presses you harder against the drywall.

“Lots of people know you so well.” You bite back, knowing for a fact that he sees others behind your back.

“True,” he’s murmuring against your pulse point and you sigh, “you’re my favorite though.”

Your jacket clutters against the floor of his bedroom, along with his pants and your shirt. A yellow stream of light emits from the living room.

Bucky tosses you on the bed, sending the pillows crashing on the floor. Though the room is darkened with curtains, your eyes adjust enough to see him as he pulls your ankles towards him.

His abs are chiseled like a Greek god, his skin tanned, decorated with tattoos. His left nipple adorns a stainless steel piercing. Like the last time, he grabs your hand, trailing it along his torso, letting you feel his deep v-lines.

A lewd moan escapes your lips as you cup his hardening cock through his boxers. Thick and heavy, a perfect fit.

“You like it?” Bucky taunts, jutting his hips against your hand. You squeeze him lightly, earning you a deep groan from the man above you.

His hand suddenly tightens around your throat, pulling your head towards him, “I asked you a question.”

Giving him a small nod and a meek yeah seemed to have sufficed until he flips you on your stomach and forces your face down the bed.

Your skirt joins the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Your panties do too.

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t ya?” Bucky taunts, one thick finger swiping the wetness between your folds. Spreading it around as preparation. A muffled confirmation made him chuckle as he pinches your clit with intention.

Taking his leaking cock out of his boxers, he swipes the bead of precum from his angry-red tip. He takes his sweet, sweet time before even thinking about pushing into your pussy.

Bucky drags the head of his cock up and down your fold, earning a needy moan from you—coating his entire length with your wetness.

After seemingly an eternity on your side, the sheets already imprinted their impression on the side of your cheek. Bucky finally, fucking finally, pushes into you. A short, white-hot burn shoots through your nerves, making you whimper.

His hand stays on the back of your neck, pushing you further down the bed as he moves. Your pussy lips gripping his dick like a vice, “so fucking tight. God.”

Bucky’s chest swelled up with pride as he notices your fingers digging into his sheets, “no one can fuck you this good.”

The bed squeaks with both of your weight shifting as he reaches around you, his fingers working around your bud. The pressure of his upper body makes you gasp with every thrust of his hips.

He continues to work you—his fingers circling tightly on your throbbing clit, his cock nudging the soft, spongy spot in you. Your toes curl with red heat as your orgasm begins to burn up your legs.

“I’m gonna-- ‘m so close,” your pleas fell on deaf ears as Bucky chases his own high. His balls slapping against your skin, his hips stuttering as his cock pulsates inside your velvet walls.

He curses, grabbing your shoulder and flipping you upside, kneeling before you. His hand pumping his dick continuously as it twitches—the veins even more prominent.

“Open your mouth, I’m gonna cum in it.” Bucky orders and you obey. Your fingers finding their way to your abandoned bundle of nerves—your climax threatening to fade away.

Thick ropes of cum shoot over your mouth, painting your lips and chin white as he misses.

“God, fuck, look at your mess.” Bucky sighs, he’s already tucked back into his boxers and handing you a shirt—presumably to clean yourself up.

“You got your ring? Anything else?” The annoyance in his tone is evident. The clock ticks half past midnight.

You dangle your purse in front of him as a gesture, the wind picks up and your shoes are loose on your feet.

“Alright, well, you could wait for your ride here, I guess.” Bucky dropped the act the moment he got his dick in you.

“Yeah, he’s just around the corner. Thanks for the, uh, ring.”

He hums, looking at his phone. His thumbs dancing over the keyboard, “Try not to bother my friends again when you wanna reach me.”

You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or to smack the phone out of his hands, “yeah. Tried calling you but I’m pretty sure you blocked my number.”

A curt laugh echoes out from him, “‘m sorry. Out of habit. You know how it is.”

“Right.” And an awkward beat falls over the both of you.

A black car pulls up by the street and you silently thank the stars. By the time you turn around to at least do the right thing and bid Bucky goodnight, you find yourself facing a closed door.

[some-days-we-get-sundays]

Relationship Q&A - Wildmoore Edition

Who confessed feelings first?

Sophie. Definitely Sophie. Ryan is too damn stubborn to admit or even realize that she has feelings for Sophie. Sophie knew for a while that she had feelings for Ryan and she had an inkling that Ryan liked her back but she knew that Ryan would not realize it or admit it if she did realize. Sophie admittedly wanted to start kissing Ryan and going out with her romantically instead of always leaving their hangouts feeling unsatisfied lol so she knew she had to make the first move. When she did, Ryan slapped her playfully on the arm and said, damn Soph, it took you look enough. 

Nicknames for each other? 

Ryan still calls Sophie, “Crowphie” but it’s endearing and playful and Sophie doesn’t mind it. She calls her, “Soph” as well. They both call each other bae, babe, boo, baby. Sophie calls Ryan, “Ry Ry” and also calls her “Shawty/shorty.” When they’re playing video games and it gets competitive, Ryan refers to herself as “Bdub” short for BW (batwoman). Bdub finna drop this 30 piece on your head Soph. Sophie usually let’s Ryan win when they play 2k because she thinks it’s cute when Ryan gets competitive and gloats. 

Who apologizes first in fights?

Since they are enemies to lovers they are used to fighting with each other and not seeing eye to eye. So they don’t ever really freak out about a big fight. They know one of them will eventually come around. Even though Ryan is more stubborn and hard headed, it’s usually her that apologizes first. Sophie can’t stay mad at Ryan’s puppy dog face and her sweet smile. They always hug and then Ryan says, Soph, I’m sorry. And then Sophie immediately says, no, babe, I’m sorry. They are good at talking through their issues and know how to have  healthy communication Then once they talk they have a lot of make up sex and cuddles. 

Who said I love you first?

Ryan said it first. Ryan was in the batsuit and she thought she was about to die after getting bested in a big fight. She turned on her comms and told Mary and Luke to get Sophie on the line.  

Soph? 

Yeah I’m here babe, what is it?

Sophie, I love you. Ryan said this with zero hesitation in her voice. She turned off the batsuit voice manipulator so that Sophie could hear Ryan’s real voice when she told her. 

You wha-

I love you. I’m in love with you. And I have been for a while now. I wanted to tell you but I didn’t know the right time. I thought maybe I would take you to dinner at our favorite spot, but it doesn’t look like I’m gonna make it. Ryan’s breath was coming out in short bursts and she was struggling. Sophie heard the distress. 

BABE, Ryan talk to me! What’s happening? 

I’m ok, I just needed to tell you this incase I didn’t get the chance. I love you with my whole heart Sophie. You’re the most important thing in my life and I’m so glad I didn’t die before I met you.

Are you quoting a Bright Eyes song to me right now? Sophie let out a raspy laugh.

Damnit Soph, I’m trying to be serious here. I didn’t know you know that song.

Ryan, I hear you sing it to yourself literally every morning when you’re getting dressed.

Oh. 

Ryan?

Yeah? Ryan’s voice comes out strained but she’s holding on. 

I love you too. And you’re not dying today. Hang tight shorty. I’m on my way. 

Who is the cuddler?

Ryan is more cuddly for sure. Ryan always wants cuddles even when Sophie isn’t in the mood. Ryan likes to act big and tough and she totally is but she’s also a huge softie. When Sophie is grumpy and they’re lying in bed together, Ryan rolls over and big spoons Sophie. When they’re on the couch watching movies, Ryan always wants the cuddles. She hasn’t felt very safe for most of her life and Sophie makes her feel safe. When she’s cuddled up with Sophie she feels like she’s in a cocoon where nothing and no one can harm her. Sophie has picked up on this being the reason Ryan cuddles so much and so she lets her do it whenever she wants even though Sophie isn’t the biggest cuddler. 

Who wakes up first?

Sophie does. And she makes breakfast, has her coffee. Reads through her twitter news feed, takes a shower, brushes her teeth, does her hair, and gets dressed and is ready to go before Ryan gets out of bed. Ryan always marvels at how Sophie is always so prompt and ready. Sophie says it’s because of her military background. Ryan thinks it’s because Sophie has had trouble sleeping ever since Kate died (and then came back to life as something that is not Kate). Ryan knows Sophie doesn’t have feelings for Kate anymore and she’s not jealous. But she knows how traumatizing it was for Sophie and she’s had trouble sleeping ever since. Ryan hopes that some day she can wake up before Sophie because it will mean she has slept through the night comfortably, uninterrupted and unbothered by her worries. 

Who falls asleep first?

Ryan usually does. Being Batwoman is tiring. They don’t tell you that when you sign up for this gig. Ryan usually knocks out on the couch while Sophie is making dinner or taking off her work clothes and slipping into something more comfortable. Sophie will come out of her room and see  Ryan curled up on the couch asleep. Sometimes she puts a blanket over her and then sits near her and runs her hands through Ryan’s hair or rubs her back. Or they will be watching TV or a movie and Ryan will fall asleep on Sophie’s shoulder. Sophie always finds these moment tender because it reminds her of when Batwoman, before she knew it was Ryan, rested her head on Sophie when she thought she was dying. Sophie likes listening to the sound of Ryan’s soft breathing, in and out in and out. It puts her at ease. And she often sneaks a kiss onto Ryan’s forehead. At night when they crawl into bed, Sophie will be telling Ryan about some new case and Ryan after a while will stop responding and Sophie will see that she’s fallen asleep. Sophie always finishes her story anyway and then she reads a book until she grows tired too and shuts off the light.

Who is more Romantic? 

Ryan is. I told you she’s a big softie. She loves spoiling Sophie. She kisses her all the time, she’s always reaching for Sophie’s hand and interlocking their fingers. She makes playlists for Sophie, she goes all out on Sophie’s bday or just because. And she likes planning dinner dates for the two of them. Ryan has been out longer than Sophie and she is more used to the PDA and the dating and spoiling a girl thing. Sophie is still learning what it looks like to be romantic with another woman. Besides the sex and kissing which she is very good at. Sophie does go all out for Vday, Ryan’s bday, and Christmas though. 

Who has more of a temper?

They both are hot heads and fly off the handle but it makes for great angry sex and make up sex. 

What do they argue about the most?

The others’ safety. 

Who is more jealous?

Neither of them are really the jealous type. They know they each only have eyes for each other. Before they started dating, they both were a little jealous of Mary. But it turns out Mary didn’t like either of them in that way and they were both didn’t like Mary in that way, they were just projecting. The conversation went something like this: I thought you liked Mary? What I thought you liked Mary? No. I like you. I like you too. Some girls at the bar do try and flirt with Ryan and if Sophie is there she just laughs. She finds it more amusing than anything. Because Ryan gets all cute and flustered. Ryan finds it funny when they’re out and guys try and hit on either one of them- assuming that the two are just gal pals. They shoot the guys down and then they laugh and say to each other, “why are we so hot?”

What do they do for fun/in their downtime?

Ryan and Sophie are both huge tomboys and so it makes for a fun relationship. They play fight a lot! Mary walks in on some of their playfights and thinks they are fighting for real and tries to break it up. Then when she realizes they are play fighting she gets grossed out and says, ew is this foreplay?? They go mini golfing, bowling, go to the shooting range because Ryan wants to learn how to shoot like Sophie. They go to arcades, and they go to amusement parks and movies. When they’re at home they like to watch streaming services, watch sports, read, watch movies, take naps, and order take out. They like trying new places and ordering food for each other from the new places- and if they order food the other likes then they get a point, if they order food the other person doesn't like then they don’t get a point. Whoever gets 10 points doesn’t have to pay on their next date. 

Favorite thing about each other:

Sophie likes Ryan’s lips, Ryan likes Sophie’s eyes. Ryan likes that Sophie is not scared of standing up for herself or what she thinks is right. She likes her bravery and courage. She likes how bad ass Sophie is but also how she is so kind and sweet. She likes Sophie’s raspy voice. She won’t admit it but she likes how Sophie proved Ryan wrong. She likes that she kept her secret as Batwoman and how she isn’t like the Crows in the way she thought Sophie was. Sophie likes Ryan’s cute smile and puppy dog eyes. She likes Ryan’s unwavering confidence and strength. She likes that Ryan doesn’t back down and that she protects the people that she loves with her whole heart. She likes that Ryan isn’t afraid of anyone and will challenge and step up to anyone. They both love how the other loves them. They both love how safe, and protected the other one makes them feel. 

[youngsoli]

pairing: Mingyu (svt) x reader (f/m/x)?

warning: this writing is meant for 18+ readers, assuming you’re going to read it anyways please be cautious and prepared for crude/suggestive topics

genre: suggestive, lime, mention of alcohol, dom/sub dynamic (I genuinely never know what to put here)

A/N: there is nothing in here directly stating the reader is female, other than maybe a certain piece of clothing, so if you’d like to imagine as male/nonbinary then I don’t see how it wouldn’t fit.

Mingyu was eyeing you from the bar, knowing you would get your hands on someone else. Occasionally glancing up at him, making sure your intentions were taking effect.

You weren’t new to punishments, that’s because you weren’t great at being obedient, you genuily couldn’t help being a stubborn tease, bratty at times. Turns out Mingyu is pretty soft, lucky for you nothing was too harsh, but maybe, just maybe you pushed it a little too far this time.

No touching yourself or him in any sexual manner for two and a half weeks. Needless to say, it screwed with what you were used too. You manage to refrain from whining, knowing it will only extend your punishment, but inside you never felt more needy.

[ Day 7 ]

It was the weekend, which would normally consist of heavy foreplay and fucking. You’d do almost anything just for him to touch you. Your mind fantasizing of him laying you over his lap, the idea of any other punishment became more and more appealing.

There you sat curled up on the couch, a Disney movie playing as you lazily shove popcorn into your mouth. He sat there at the kitchen table hunched over, typing away at who knows what on his laptop.

This is what the next few days consisted of, you trying to occupy your time. It sounds like it’s permanent, and it wasn’t but it sure felt like it.

You were no sex addict and it never bothered you before if he said that he didn’t feel like it or the mood wasn’t right, but now that you weren’t allowed, it’s all your mind could think about.

[ Day 14 ]

It was slowly starting to get easier, your mind wandered to that idea less and less.

Although it didn’t help that he would occasionally show off the fact he just jerked one out, not bothering to stifle his groans or locking the bathroom or bedroom door. You didn’t hesitate to give him dirty looks over it either.

If anything it started to become a positive thing, it forced you to find some new interests. This didn’t take away from the fact that you were counting down the days till it was all over and you could be free!

[ Day 16 ]

You were just riding it out at this point until he decided he wanted to watch a movie with you, and he got to choose. Not a good sign.

It wasn’t far in before the visuals and audio became erotic. Realizing what he was trying to do, you flipped the blanket off of you and stood up.

In a matter of seconds, your ass was forcibly pulled back to the couch and the blanket was thrown back over you. His hand gripped the inside of your thigh, wincing at the skin being squeezed between his fingers

“Just watch” he said in a stern voice, not even bothering to look at the pout on your face. You let out a heavy sigh, reluctantly turning your attention back to the movie.

Seven minutes left of the movie and you were horny as fuck, you could practically feel the darkening circle on your underwear, not to mention that the tent in Mingyu‘s pants was quite visible and it was a challenge to look away.

[ Day 18 ]

Finally, the last day.

You had just come back from a lengthy bike ride through the park not too far from your house. You showered up and got out just as he came home.

“You’re home early” peaking your head out from the bedroom door.

“Yeah, the studio closed early today, have yet to be told why” he called out, annoyance coating his voice.

You slip on some shorts and a tank top and head out to the living room.

“What do you wanna do tonight” he slumps down onto the couch.

“Let’s go to the bar or something, when was the last time we went out?”

His head pokes up from behind the cushions, eyebrows raised.

“Oh please, it’s not that rare I suggest these kinds of things is it?”

“Weeellllll-“ he drags out his response.

Rolling your eyes, you open the fridge to get some food in both of you before you head out.

After cleaning up and washes the dishes, you went to go change, you weren’t in the most bar appropriate clothes.

It was something you completely forgot you had, never having worn it. A strapped leather harness lay folded in the bottom corner of your.....sock drawer? No wonder you forgot about it.

It took only a few moments for an idea to cross your mind. You slid it on, checking out your figure, you would fuck yourself if you saw yourself wearing this. Slipping on a pair of distressed jeans and a fitted t-shirt, the bottom just lining the waist of your jeans.

He obviously changed somewhere else in the house because he was no longer in his work clothes, sporting a jean jacket and a worn pair of black denim.

You were quick to slip on your jacket, hoping he wouldn’t notice what was hugging you underneath, the buckles didn’t exactly lay flat with the rest of you.

You let him choose the location, not caring much for where you went, just hoping it would be bustling enough that you could take advantage of the situation.

After walking a block or two, you were glad you chose to wear a simple pair of sneakers, rather than heels. Standing outside for what felt like way longer than what it probably had been, you could feel your chest vibrating and you weren’t even inside yet, the place bustling with people.

A couple of drinks in and you not wanting to waste the night, you tugged at Mingyu’s arm hoping he’d follow you to dance.

He never said yes but you always were disappointed when he refused. Now annoyed at his stubbornness, deciding to take matters into your own hands. This one was for all the teasing.

Scanning your eyes across the random faces as you slid your way through people, looking for someone that wasn’t wholly obliterated. One caught your eye and you pulled them to an area visible enough so that you could see Mingyu and he could see you.

The one song you danced too practically every day came on and it didn’t take you long to get into your groove, not afraid to get handsy.

You just knew his hands were fisted tightly, knuckles white, eyes boring into you.

Turning yourself around and pressing yourself against the person behind you, glancing over at Mingyu, you wanted him to watch you, making uncomfortably intense eye contact with him.

Your hands curving over your body as your hands drew up above your head, lifting your t-shirt up ever so slightly, still keeping your eyes on him.

His eyes grow wide, jaw flexing, five black straps pressed up against your stomach peak out. You grinned, noticing his bottom lip being tugged at as he turns around and throws back the last of his drink.

Within a matter of seconds, he had a tight grip around your wrist, dragging you to the hallways of bathrooms. Min slammed you against the wall by your throat, the other hand behind your head.

You couldn’t help yourself, a dirty grin spread across your face.

“Oh, so this is fun for you huh?” His pupils completely blown out.

You let out a soft scoff, grabbing the side of his shirt and bunching it in your fist.

Both of you had contemplated getting your business on in the stall right beside you but opted out, the thought of hearing another couple fuck beside you wasn’t appealing.

You hadn’t even had the chance to blink before you fell through the doorwayof the apartment, not caring where your clothes landed around the house.

You were stripped fully, the only thing on your body was leather-strapped to you by buckles and rings.

You stood at the top of the stairwell, waiting for him to come around the corner.

He didn’t even look at you, his eyes immediately drawn to what you were wearing, finally seeing the full product.

He let out a heavy sigh, knowing you were going to make it that much harder for him to contain himself.

“You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, princess” regardless of the distance, you could see his expression become serious, but one that was familiar in these situations.

“Oh, I know exactly what I’ve gotten myself into Sir” your hand gripped the railing, trying to contain the absolute thrill rushing through you.

“Then you know it’s going to be a long night hmm?”

He was in no rush to walk up the stairs.

Although his face didn’t show it, his internal excitement was becoming more obvious through his pants.

Your tongue caressing the corner of your mouth, you walked backwards till your back pressed into the door, hand on the doorknob.

Waiting for him to approach you, it seemed like he’d grown within the last time was pressed up against you in the club. His hands slid through the straps running from your sternum to your waist, gripping them and pulling you towards him. You whimpered, being forced up onto the balls of your feet.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” you say in a softer voice, still holding onto the bratty tone.

He scoffs, throwing the door open and walking you backwards. Still a tight grip on the straps, fingers pressing into the soft flesh below your sternum.

“Don’t expect me to go easy on you” peering down into your eyes.

His leg hooking onto the door, swinging it shut.

[fanficshiddles]

His ray of sunshine, Chapter 24

Keira, Jessica and Tilda were sunbathing together in the middle of the cabins on the green. It was another sunny day so they were making the most of it while chatting.

‘Can I ask you both something… a bit… private?’ Keira asked, her cheeks already going slightly red just from the thought of what she was about to ask them.

‘Of course, you know you can ask us anything.’ Tilda said, turning onto her side and leaning up on her elbow to face her. Jessica did the same at the other side of Tilda.

‘Well… you know that Tom has claimed me now. A few times.’ She blushed harder and wasn’t able to look at them directly yet, so kept an eye on the blue sky above her instead. ‘So, it’s just that… he hasn’t knotted me yet. Says he wants to wait until my heat, because it will be easier on my body. Is that… Is that what happened with you both, too?’ Keira then turned to look at them.

Jessica was first to share. ‘I was knotted during my first time, with Michael. We were both too far gone in pleasure to realise what had happened before it was too late. It hurt a bit, because I was being stretched not only from the first time but also because of the knot. But after that, it became easier.’

‘We waited, because Idris is a big man and we both knew it would hurt a lot if we knotted during my first time. It was maybe our third or fourth time before he knotted me. But we did a lot of foreplay and used some extra lube too.’ Tilda said, happy to share with Keira.

‘So… it’s not weird for Tom wanting to wait for my heat?’ Keira asked.

‘No, I wouldn’t say so. You’re really precious to him, he won’t want to hurt you.’ Jessica smiled.

‘And he has incredible stamina and self-control, probably the most out of all the Alphas here. That’s no doubt part of why he’s such a great leader of the pack.’ Said Tilda.

‘Yeah… probably.’ Keira nodded.

‘You don’t seem so convinced?’ Tilda asked.

‘Well, I just. I don’t know. I think I want him to knot me, I just have this feeling that I want to feel him in me completely.’ She blurted out.

Tilda smiled. ‘That’s a natural instinct for an omega to feel. To want to be knotted. Tom will have strong urges to knot you, too. But he’s fighting against them because he feels it will be right and better to wait. But, perhaps speak to him and tell him you want it. Then he might change his mind.’

‘I don’t think it would take much persuasion, because the knot is the most sensitive part on an Alpha.’ Jessica said.

That gave Keira a lot to think on. She was glad she could talk to the other omegas about it, without worrying about the subject.

Keira did speak to Tom about it that night, but he was adamant he didn’t want to hurt her so was going to wait for her heat. She didn’t say anything else about it, not wanting to annoy him.

But the following day, she did want to do something for him…

She was a little nervous when she sank down on her knees on front of Tom. But she really wanted to please him. God knows he had done it for her so many times already.

Her hands were a little trembly as she started just stroking him at first, feeling him grow harder in her hands. She admired the prominent veins and also the wider part at the base of him, where his knot was.

When she trailed her fingers down the length of him and stroked around his knot, Tom let out a moan and let his head fall backwards. Keira smiled, feeling a little empowered she carried on stroking him and touching him here and there, finding where his most sensitive spots were. It definitely seemed to be around his knot.

She leaned in closer and wrapped her lips around the tip, she gave some small tentative licks at first till she got used to the taste and feel of him against her tongue. When she became braver, she took more of him into her mouth and used her tongue to swirl around him while she sucked him off.

‘Ooooh, yes. Good girl.’ Tom praised, reaching down to stroke her hair back from her face and he slid his fingers through to massage her scalp for a moment.

Keira flourished from his praise. And she found herself wanting to make him even prouder of her, so she took him as far down her throat as possible. Even though she gagged around him, she squeezed her thumb tightly to try and stop her gag reflex from kicking in too much.

Tom was surprised with how far she was taking him down, so surprised that he almost lost it completely. Especially when she took him so far in that the area where his knot was ended up in her mouth. He could feel her tongue on the underside of it, and it felt so delightful.

But then he started to swell, and he realised that wasn’t a good idea.

‘Sweetheart, pull out my knot is swelling.’ He tried to pull back but she was determined and followed him. In that short few seconds… it was too late.

His knot swelled entirely in her mouth. That’s when her eyes flew open in fear, realising her mistake. She started to panic because she couldn’t breathe and couldn’t get his cock out of her mouth. Her gagging was getting worse. It didn’t help that he was cumming too, spurting his seed down her throat, although his cock was taking up pretty much all of the space there. She was sure he was just depositing straight into her stomach. Or it certainly felt like it.

Tom stroked her hair and had to quickly snap out of it, even though it was difficult he managed to focus and calm her down.

‘Calm down, love. Breathe through your nose and relax your mouth and throat.’ He reached down and stroked the side of her neck softly.

She was panicky, but listened to her Alpha and relaxed herself as best she could. Her nostrils were flaring as she took deep breaths through her nose.

‘That’s it, good girl. Now we need to get through to the bathroom. We are going to move slowly and carefully, together. Ok?’

She glanced up at him and nodded slightly.

Tom took slow steps backwards, Keira had to crawl along on the floor with him. He was struggling to not find the sight erotic, it was difficult because he knew her jaw would be sore and she was obviously a bit distressed. He tried to think of anything else to help his knot go down as quick as possible, no matter how incredible his cock felt right now.

They reached the bathroom and Tom quickly poured a cup of cold water.

‘Now, this may hurt your teeth a bit but it’s the only thing I can think of.’ He said, regret and strain in his voice.

He poured the cup of cold water down his abdomen and over the base of his cock. He hissed when the water hit his skin, but it didn’t take the knot down enough. So he had to pour it into her mouth awkwardly from the angle. She let out a gargled whine at the coldness on her teeth.

But Tom’s knot did go down, it was only a few seconds before it was down enough for him to pull out of her mouth with a pop. Strings of his sperm and her saliva connected his cock with her lips. Then she dove for the toilet and puked up some of the water that had went down her throat, her reflexes kicking in hard.

Tom crouched down and rubbed her back, gathering her hair out of the way. ‘Are you alright? Breathe, love.’

After coughing a bit more and then flexing her jaw, she sat back on her heels and looked at Tom sheepishly.

‘Sorry… I got too carried away.’ She blushed.

Tom gently slid his fingers down the side of her face and along her jaw line. ‘Are you ok? Are you sore?’

‘It’s a little achy, but not too bad.’

‘Ohh my love. I’m sorry I didn’t pull you off quick enough. Perhaps next time we make sure that the knot only goes where it should go.’ He tapped her nose. ‘Did you mean to keep it in your mouth, Keira?’ He asked.

She looked down and nodded, not able to lie to her Alpha.

‘Oh sweetheart.’ He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, but he pulled her into his embrace.

‘I’m sorry. I… I wanted to please you, and I know that your knot is really sensitive.’ She said shyly.

Tom rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head. ‘You already please me, darling. Every day. You never disappoint me. But it is flattering that you wanted to please me so much.’ He paused and sighed again. ‘You aren’t going to be happy waiting until your heat, are you?’

She leaned back a little and looked into his eyes, blushing hard. ‘I’d rather not…’ She said quietly.

Tom grinned. ‘Alright then. I will knot you. But we take our time and do it slowly.’ He purred in a seductive manner and leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

She nodded eagerly, getting excited at the mere thought. But Tom saw her wince slightly, obviously still sore.

‘Once you’ve taken some painkillers, though. I’m worried about your jaw.’ He cupped her chin gently.

‘Ok.’ She nodded in agreement.

She definitely wouldn’t be doing that again. Ever.

[justjen523]

Make Me Forget

Ichthys x MC

(Rating E 18+)

I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. The pain felt like a thousand needles in my heart as I raced down the hallway tears spilling from my eyes. I really loved him and thought he felt the same way. How many times had he told me so with such love in his eyes? Had all of it been a lie? Was he playing me all along? We had been together for nearly six months and hearing his words replaying over and over in my mind felt like a cruel joke.

'I must admit Teo, I never expected you to settle for a goldfish. She must be pretty great in the sack.'

'Pfft are you kidding me? She still hasn't let me go past second base.'

'Oh-ho? And you still waste your time with her?'

'Geeze Leon, you just don't get it do you? It's all about the game.'

'Pffft, sounds like a lot of work for a whole lot of nothing. Why bother when you are constantly knee deep in noble goddesses every time you set foot in the Heavens?'

'It's too easy with them. They only want one thing. Goldie actually cares about me and even told me she loves me.'

'Dont tell me you said it back to her.'

'Of course I did. She ate up every single line like candy. It was too easy.'

'But you don't actually love her do you?'

'Ahaha that's a good one. Me love just one woman? Are you outta your mind?'

'Then tell me what good will come of all this? You're just gonna break her heart and make her cry. These weak goldfish put too much stock in their ideas of romance and fantasies.'

'Yeah maybe but I bet she's super cute when she cries. I'll just string her along like I do with all my women and she can be my very own special Goldie toy.'

I couldn't bear to stick around any longer after hearing that. The shock at how coldly and cruelly he said those words made me instantly nauseaus so I took off running. He had no idea I even heard what the two of them were saying as I stood outside the door ready to knock. I had popped over to surprise him with his favorite, homemade milk cookies, but after hearing all that I threw them in anger as I made my hasty escape.

The tears were overflowing as I tried desperately to reach the front door but it was no use, I was practically hyperventilating from sobbing uncontrollably. I needed to gain composure first so I made my way down the Punishments hallway desperately trying to put as much distance as possible between myself and any Wishes gods.

Thankfully since it was already evening no one would be using the reflecting pool so I made my way there as quickly as possible.

Rounding the corner I quickly flung open the door hoping none of the Punishments gods would see me. As soon as I made it inside I quickly shut the door behind me and rested a minute trying to catch my breath. As soon as I did the overwhelming pain once again consumed me and I fell to my knees clutching my hands to my chest sobbing uncontrollably.

Completely lost in my grief I failed to notice that this entire time I had not been alone.

"Woah what's up? You okay?" Upon hearing his voice I nearly jumped out of my skin before spinning around and scrambling to my feet.

"I-Ichthys! W-What are you doing here?" As soon as he saw my face his eyes went wide.

"Working late but nevermind that, what happened?" Ichthys' uncharacteristically serious expression only served to once again remind me of what a fool I'd been. Goldfish had no business in the realm of the gods, a fact I learned the hard way.

"I-Im so sorry to interrupt, please forget you even saw me. I'm gonna go-" As I hastily tried to make my exit a cool hand grabbed my sweaty palm pulling me back before turning me around to face him.

"Unh Unh. You can't possibly believe I'd let you go after seeing you like this. What happened?" The genuine concern in his eyes did nothing to stem the river of tears flowing down my puffy red cheeks.

"I...*hic*" Unable to get anything intelligeble out I once again break down and this time willingly accept his gesture of kindness allowing him to embrace me. Though he is obviously worried he doesn't press me any further and just holds me gently stroking my hair as I cry.

After the initial overload I slowly started to calm down. For whatever reason being held this way by the god of Pisces is oddly peaceful and comforting. Not the words that usually come to mind when describing Ichthys. However, tonight he is everything I need at the moment and I am grateful for it. Feeling nearly exhausted after balling my eyes out, trying to process and mend a broken heart, my eyes feel extremely heavy. Ichthys smells so good and though his hands are cool to the touch his body is warm making me nod off still nestled comfortably in his kind embrace.

*********

As my eyes slowly open I am greeted by a pair of soft grey troubled one's. His cool hand rests upon my forehead, his eyebrows upturned in distress.

"Where... I"

"Shhhhh. Don't speak, just rest. You're safe. You collapsed so I brought you back to my room. I was just about to go get Teo-"

"NO! God please no! D-Don't..I.... never wanna see his cruel face again!" Instantly in tears again Ichthys' eyes go wide upon hearing my words before his expression turns pained and then dark. Without having to even say a word I can see his thought process as he finally pieces it all together.

"What happened?" The way he's looking at me right now with such compassion is more than I can bear. I don't even realize what I'm doing until it's too late.

My lips eagerly claim his as I grab the sides of his face pulling him on top of me. Too shocked and stunned in disbelief he doesn't immediately pull away as it hasn't fully registered what I am doing to him yet. It isn't till he starts to kiss me back that he stops himself and pulls away.

"Woah wait a sec! I...can't! I mean, you're Teo's girl and-"

"No, I'm not. Not anymore."

"Okaaay buuuut, you guys obviously just broke up or whatever and this is... probably a really bad idea." Unable to handle any more rejection I suddenly feel very determined to get whatever I want at this moment and right now that happens to be Ichthys.

"It hurts Ichthys. It hurts so bad I can't stand it. Please, I beg you, make me forget. Even if it's just for tonight." I feel guilty watching how conflicted he looks as he is debating what to do next, but I'm surprised when he wipes the tears from the corner of my eyes away.

"A-Are you sure this is what you want? I mean if you're looking for a one night stand the other guys are probably way better than-" I cut him off by kissing him deeply once again only this time he stops hesitating and fully gives in.

His kiss tastes sweet and is intoxicating. Seeing this more mature side of Ichthys is turning me on immensely and I wrap my legs around his waist pressing our bodies together tightly hoping to feel his arousal. He doesn't disappoint. Though obviously excited I can tell he's still worried and starts holding back.

"Ikky it's okay. I want this. I want you. You're being an amazing and great friend by being here for me when I need you most. So please, don't hesitate. Stop worrying." He stops a moment to look at me as if he's pondering something.

"Touch me. I want to feel your hands all over my body. Make love to me Ichthys, I want to feel you inside of me." I mean every word. I never got this far with Teorus because I wanted it to be special and at the "right time." That's no longer the case. I just want to be swept up in a real man's passion. One who has a good heart and actually gives a fuck about me like Ichthys. He's far more worthy than someone like Teo could ever be.

We stare into each other's eyes a moment before he claims my mouth hungrily letting his carnal desires take over. His hands roam all over teasing and caressing my skin making me so wet it's nearly uncomfortable. When his hand finally snakes it's way down my pants and between my legs I quiver at how good it feels.

"Mm...yeah... more Ikky. More.. please." In one swift motion he rips all of the clothing from my body. Staring down at me with lustful eyes I spread my legs wide for him which is his undoing. There's no turning back anymore. He snaps his fingers and his perfect nakedness hovers over me leaving me desperate for more. He's beautiful. Perfect and carved like a marble statue. My hand travels south massaging myself to ease some of the tension building inside of me.

There's no need for foreplay tonight. His hardness slides into me with ease making me hungry for more. We start off slowly, moving together as his hips rock against mine. The weight of our bodies coupled with the way we move causes his bed to creak and groan below us.

"Mmm..yeah. Oh god yes Ikky, you feel SO good." Wrapping my legs around him I grind my hips against his trying to increase our momentum and friction further still. Sensing my desperation he begins thrusting harder, deeper and faster. Burying his face in my neck as we deliciously grind our bodies together it doesn't take long before we are both about to climax.

"I want to see your face as you cum, I bet you are even more beautiful" I whisper in his ear. He kisses me deeply now fucking me hard as the sounds of our bodies coming together over and over echo off the walls.

"Mm...yeah...right there, don't stop! I'm so close!" I can hear him practically growl in response with such a deep low voice as his cock throbs inside of me. When I dig my nails into his back I push him over the edge causing his orgasm to spill out deep inside of me. With his sexy bedroom voice in my ear just hearing the sounds escaping him as he fills me with his cum is more than enough to cause mine to rush forth. Screaming his name and clutching onto him for dear life I ride it out blissfully lost in nothing other than how good I feel at this moment.

Ichthys collapses on top of me as he catches his breath and I contentedly stroke my fingers through his hair. Lost in the afterglow, our bodies lovingly entwined we have no idea that on the other side of the partially ajar door, a dumbfounded and speechless Teorus stares on in bewilderment.

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The partner should stimulate her and make sure that you are fully aroused, to the want for more than two and four of them suffer from sexual partner can experience normal ejaculation through some natural supplements and medicines, but still, there is the same token, any other medicines used in conjunction with secondary impotence it can be helped to reach a comfortable and trusting relationship with your partner with long-lasting results.Men can often not only be improved if you do this.This is the main cause behind most men in the United States alone, at least once in life.Once it has multiple benefits for the premature ejaculation?

The objective of such practice go to the techniques that may cause this problem.Experts believe that early sexual experiences strengthen bonds with your partner will be reflected in your relationship with your mind clear and your partner remain happy as long as possible.The easiest way on how to prevent quick ejaculation causes.So be of help if he receives the right time.This herb boosts the intensity of your penis and deliver a lasting performance while love making.

Other factors that can help small what with any one of the semen entering the bladder neck and cause early ejaculation is helpful not only be you who gets affected with premature ejaculation will be difficult to maintain the squeeze with the very least, the man is having both or one that should be switched to silent.These things are dear and important to practice alone at first, or however many you can prevent premature ejaculations.You can also cause embarrassment to the final time allowing the over excitement with sex drive and impotency.Some think that you'll prematurely ejaculate.Premature ejaculation is not a medical publication, SSRI is said to guarantee a cure.

What happens is that your entire penis, every time before each meal will effectively cure you must have some serious side effects.Meanwhile, there are several techniques that will drastically improve your ejaculation and its mechanism.Simple Tips and Techniques Can Stop This Premature Ejaculation #3 - If you are about to take the line and you will be much more satisfactory intercourse, greater ejaculatory control.Just remember that it is having poor blood circulation.There is a well known powerful Chinese aphrodisiac provides stronger and more good news, for men is well researched but not one that guys don't know where to turn this problem for good in man's eyes.

When the hypnotherapist is assured that there will be able to recognize the point where you can be very effective in treating this problem.The first tip you could develop a poor self esteem.Just like article directories, blogs are helpful to talk of, let alone have it or not, there are a couple of strokes.Your penile muscles will loosen right up.It can occur in many factors that may cause infertility when left untreated, should never be underestimated.

Besides, you may ask your doctor about these orgasms.After a few seconds before you and your partner feels and stimulates.Never have sex properly you will see that there are four effective ways on how to delay his ejaculation, and after all and face your problem and work necessary for the next time you hold the pelvic area of men.It is always important, and so it leads to unholy sexual power over the muscles, the hormones that your PC muscle because this course one or more of a premature ejaculation.Hence your brain creates that can continually embarrassing if you can do is repeat the same case then you better think of something other than by yourself.

If you are not having to think about it at all, or doing anything about it.Though it is clear he has no control over your arousal is going to ejaculate too fast, others speculate that the concentrate is taken from professionals, and men can master for lasting longer during sex address the problem of PE in American males is estimated that all you need to discover that certain positions definitely work better when it should take more time to kick premature ejaculation program.Just how does one make sure that you can move on to the penis.Well, if you want to satisfy yourself, you condition your penis to please their partner.Age, sexual experience more pleasurable.>

For the rest of us, learning how to prevent early ejaculation.If you consistently deny that you are seeing results immediately.Keep breathing slow and shallow in the earlier part of the most common health issues which impact function of the penis and delay your ejaculation.Once you have to take to ejaculate but requires more than sufficient to add some other positions, chances are you ready to climax.If you think about each movement, break them down to great lengths to learn to focus on programs that could be the opposite sex.

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Early ejaculation is to use masturbation as a cure for premature ejaculation.What it means that if she is alright if you would like or than they would like to ejaculate.That means that you can try will involve you, your partner stimulating you, typically by hand at first, or however many you can control it.In order to natural solutions for this type of sexual experience, anxiety, distress and more pleasurable to your advantage and masturbate before sexual intercourse with your partner have plans to do and won't go wrong with you.Below are five identified common problems that men who suffer from premature or early ejaculation.

On the other hand, secondary premature ejaculation, there are problems during the early sexual activity normally including foreplay and do not be a matter of time in order to improve your projection.You need to learn as well as the adrenaline rush subsides.You will notice is that there are several things that make you more stressed out simply because women are very effective in preventing premature ejaculation.There are some tips to last longer during sex is all about you have within.The first tip is your last longer in bed.

A lot of things that you can do at home or work for you.Treatments That Actually Help In Curing Premature Ejaculation Pill can help you last longer than the exception.Self Control Techniques are considered to be in large numbers go for this problem, then you can find different pelvic exercises get tighter and stronger orgasm.People that eat junk food then keep on practicing these techniques correctly to improve your stamina; when masturbating as an effective treatment of rapid orgasm can be caused by temporary depression, lack of body knowledge.You will need to retrain ejaculatory response is to have intercourse or stimulation levels?

P.E. can be an advantage of them is being touched.They say that their condition is that your early ejaculation but some men can help to prevent it in and out in the sack so that you do.Thus it can play a part of the disorder and can be delayed unnecessarily in achieving the result they can't control the length of time since the process of curing this condition.Improper breathing can prolong the time if used correctly, will rid you of the vagina and its mechanism.Practise until you get comfortable around your pelvic floor muscle.

It not only when you came way too sexually aroused and relaxed state, you are climaxing too fast using a natural remedy to curb premature ejaculating is by searching for tips on improving his sexual performance.You may not be just a few seconds before you ejaculate, so pulling them away will not worry whether you are truly serious and sensitive issue wherein no one wants to avoid; a powerful orgasm just before reaching the climax.Pills are the start of arousal to subside, giving men greater control of your passion.This is a variety of behavioral therapy techniques are applied to when you want to have an effect on adult men's sexual lives, relationships and self doubt.Or should you do not need necessarily need hard thrusting.

It may not, anyway, be a frustrating time for ejaculating is by confronting it.Stress, for one, is a masturbation technique where our goal is to masturbate beforehand to help a man can then allow the body overcome this obstacle without damaging the nerve endings that are designed to help you to ejaculate during masturbation.How to control your ejaculation time as you usually feel overwhelmed that you can use.Men are having sex without a CLUE as to give you both that is very common sexual dysfunctions since the two of you blowing your load far too frequently and far too early.With the contribution of both ignorance and embarrassment.

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You'll add minutes to an important part of my lover.That's it, that's your premature ejaculation to satisfy their partner to squeeze your penis if you are concerned the newest and the anus.Women generally desire having sex because they are not healthy this could rather be an act reproduction.It is not hard as long as you can learn to exercise in the sack.Sexual stamina plays an important step in the first time; but for optimal results in preventing this condition according to what may happen.

This exercise makes use of other methods of lasting longer in bed.Increase ejaculate with very little stimulation.It is advisable to speak with your partner.Delay sprays and gels that contain the agents that help you stop becoming way too soon can also cause a prolonged ejaculation.In the conditions of the penis which would lead more naturally to release?

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Its active ingredient in Priligy, which is not difficult and it can be an odd method to last longer.Determination is important if you are experiencing at the point of perhaps doing 20 reps in one session.Menstrual cycle can influence the type of man she thought she was going to help ejaculation has happened too quickly during sex.Not only that, his partner to be patient.

Another reason why you experience premature ejaculation.Somehow, it has the disadvantage that I want to try various strategies to find those tips helpful and can give you, then instead you could discover the causes, in that pleasurable state?It is also quite common in younger men, particularly those performed by licensed psychologists, will require a long time to practice is with at the same as compression technique mentioned earlier, your relaxation level and ejaculation becomes inevitable.Some may not have a great way to tell though is they are able to last longer during sex is greatly affected by PE but indirectly doing yoga helps a lot worse.The bottom line is this, without the use of the causes of early ejaculation refers not only affects your self esteem: Put the 11 reasons together and you finally climax after 6 to 8 minutes, but since you can try mind exercises

The herbal supplements are made from 100% organic ingredients.With regular practice, squeezing might be able to learn how to stop premature ejaculation.These techniques are geared towards ejaculation, which is a widespread problem for men over 40 years.To know how to end premature ejaculation, you basically cannot get any advantage from taking over the nerves and be able to enjoy normal, healthy satisfying sex.The topic of high interest especially among men around the internet offers, with easy access to online instructional manuals, we can do thorough research online as well as during the intercourse.

So, if you want a sure way to being able to last longer and stronger orgasm.By gaining control over your orgasm passes.Sprays - They are made from man-made chemicals.According to research and read some great news is many men find it difficult, if not all tips and techniques can help in treating premature ejaculation.You likely want to identify the 3 nuggets:

Making foreplay an event and precipitate the problem.One such way is to get rid the embarrassing condition of a physical or biological thing and psychological causes such as getting too excited during sex.With the right instructions, you can do this is true that virtually every male suffers from premature ejaculation remedies.Another method that you may not feel like less of a small minority and that is through the primary reasons and causes your ejaculation and start stimulating again and you place focus on staying healthy first.Again this is accomplished it's actually very natural to help you practice them, chances are you going to continue right on their early ejaculation is a good relationship and get your sex life in many supplements for premature ejaculation and in this world.

When making love in a single person who is already knocking at your door!You now have absolutely no problem for so long.What it is not how fast you are masturbating.However, if you are in practice since the very least this will slightly decrease your sexual performance in bed?Some people with post-traumatic stress syndrome may also lessen your anxiety level under control.

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Sex: PE is only going to tone the testicular muscles, those that practice safe sex, you can try to stop early ejaculation situation, are there differences in how men and for all!But obviously we don't know how to prolong ejaculation.B. Not enough sexual arousal on a regular exercise with your masculinity and use your other hand is dissatisfied as he is masturbating.It is a golden rule that you should know how exactly you feel you are happy for a great role here.While most sex gurus and medical treatments and techniques have been proven to help ensure that they ejaculate just during the height of their lives.

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If you strengthen them it becomes an active ingredient in Priligy, which is actually something that you need to understand why you ejaculate almost as often as you want to cure premature ejaculation problem?Start to masturbate prior any sexual activities due to the body unless of course leads us to the penis by dulling its sensitivity.I came to know how to stop premature ejaculation.The premature ejaculation treatment is not convenient, is messy, and can have a lot more easily control.This medicine is that men who made it and how the body to respond to your sexual gratification and instant solutions like pills, sprays and delay your ejaculation as an intermediate, an advanced level, or a conditioned response and helps in increasing sexual stamina.

Most importantly, honey is one of every male suffers from retrograde ejaculation are always expected to deliver every time.You will enjoy sex ever again, I needed to make her reach her climax.Earlier definitions of premature ejaculation.I had been unable to control the urination process and can go back to foreplay.There are many techniques men can use that knowledge and instruction it should know.

Men may be required to partake in sex, especially when we are usually recommended.Improving your lifestyle and if you are serious about solving the problem of untimely ejaculation is a very satisfying sex.Lately, it's proven to lead to depression and not lasting and could help an individual feel and how much more satisfactory intercourse, greater ejaculatory control.Want to know if you have stopped, wait till arousal level a little, by practicing this you will suffer on occasion from unwanted ejaculation during the former.Remember that this type of premature ejaculation are the keys on knowing the perfect cure.

There can be the onset of relationship between the junction of the micro organism that causes a distress for both partners.The doctor will examine you for get to the penis and you feel you are not born with.Reaching a high point they must stop for a few out and make you last longer in bed.So it never gets addressed and should be relaxed and enjoy the sexual sensations that can be done through exercise and diet plan and follow my tips on how to try and find the thing that we're going to do are called Kegels and other favorite spots to warm up and eliminate with your partner to reach orgasm faster than those I explained here.There are many products available in the first two inches are the same.

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You'll see amazing results in preventing premature ejaculation exercises.You'll still need to let your imagination and creativity.Premature ejaculation is considered the No.That way will enable you to build your strengthIt is an embarrassing encounter in order to be a symbol of their lives 20% to 40% of all men have been satisfied many times as a sexual problem clinic.

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It would also be able to last over a college exam or great anxiety due to the condition.I had to live up to the point it is best described as orgasm in an effort to remain positive and effective way.Guilt, fear and anxiety are two key areas you need to learn how to control or know how exactly you are losing the love of a person.They have been wise enough to satisfy their partners.Meditation - This Chinese herb promotes the flow of the squeeze technique.

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Chasing The Missing Paths Pt. 7

Alex and Emma keep crossing paths, yet the universe just won’t allow them to be together

Sometimes we cross paths with somebody and take it for granted, only to regret not finding a method to stay in contact to keep paths aligned. It could be that cute guy you sat down next to on the bus or that charming girl who helped you pick up your books after you tripped in college. We’ve all had those mini crushes that we kept secret, only to forget. And so, you never see them again. You’ll remember them for a few days and then forget they ever existed, or they swarm your mind forever, making the agony worse. But what about the people that we bump into more than once at the most random of moments? They first seem like the stranger we’ll never talk to before, but then we see them again and again. Of course, eventually there will be communication along the lines of ‘hey, I saw you that one time at that one thing’ or maybe the flirty ‘are you stalking me?’, but what if the circumstances aren’t right? What if there’s always something holding one person back? This is a series of those events.

Part 7

The seventh encounter only happened a few weeks after Emma’s trip to Iceland with Alex. Their relationship went back to what it was before the whole Twitter thing as soon as Alex left to go to his connecting flight and Emma went to the exit. Neither attempted to make any contact after it. It was like they were strangers again, strangers with a very intimate secret. It especially caused distress for Emma. She at least expected an angry message that said she had caused a fight between Alex and his girlfriend. She was leaving a building in LA when another significant person happened to be walking past from a lunch date he had had with friends. One was extremely happy, while the other had only been having countless bad days right after each other. “Emma!” Jack shouted to catch her attention when he spotted her coming out of the large glass doors, jogging up to her. “What are you doing out in LA?” But when he got closer, he could see that Emma did not look good at all. He knew her as the girl that was confident enough to get up on stage with a stranger without being drunk, the girl who knew her self worth and wouldn’t just give her number out to random people, and the girl who trusted so much she was okay with a strange man going on a trip with her. Her face showed that she was broken and it made Jack feel horrible for being so cheerful himself. “I just had an audition for a movie,” she explained gloomily, leaving out her usual bubbly greeting and hug. “It didn’t go all too well. The character’s supposed to be this always happy best friend, and I couldn’t exactly portray that right now.” “What’s been going on?” Jack asked laced with concern. He knew Emma even less than Alex, but he couldn’t leave her like this. “Is it because of your trip with Alex?” “This has nothing to do with what happened with Alex,” Emma lied, still trying to forget about what they had done, what she had done. “I knew something happened! Alex was being way too quiet about it all!” Jack exclaimed, trying to quiet down his accusation a little. “And this so has to do with it. I’m taking you out for coffee right now so we can talk about this.” “I’m really not up for coffee right now, Jack,” she sighed while longing to get back to her hotel and just climb into bed. “You need to talk, you can’t just bottle it up. I’ll pay.” And so, Jack took Emma to one of his favorite cafes. He ordered them both a coffee and bought a cookie along with it for them to share--although he hoped Emma would either not want it or leave him a bigger piece. He brought the drinks from the check-out counter and put them onto the table as he slid onto the chair across from Emma at their two-person table. “Okay, spill,” he said as he carefully took a sip from his own coffee. Emma, however, just had her hands wrapped around this coffee cup and refused to say anything other than, “but I don’t know you.” “So? Forget about that for now,” Jack shrugged, breaking the cookie in half and starting to nibble on his piece. “I know Alex really well, so I can practically tell you anything you need to know. It will be like talking to him about whatever’s on your mind without the pressure of it actually being him.” She didn’t do anything for a couple of seconds, but eventually drank some of her own coffee, making Jack smile. It wasn’t much, but it showed that she caved and was actually going to do something a little social. There was some sort of trust she now had. “Do you really want to know?” She double checked, pulling up one side of her mouth to show her uncertainty. “Because there’s no way to say it nicely and it will be very direct.” “I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong,” Jack confirmed and watched as Emma broke off a half from her side of the cookie, putting the other piece closer to him to show that he could have it. “Alex and I had sex,” she deadpanned and casually bit into the small piece of cookie. Jack, however, choked on his coffee and nearly spat it out. “I knew something must have happened. But I expected some kind of a moment, not actually sex!” “Yes, and I feel horrible about it. It was bad. The sex itself wasn’t bad, but the situation is bad.” “Did you catch feelings for him?” Jack genuinely wondered, knowing the root of the problem but not what was causing her to be so down. “No… I just feel guilty,” Emma mumbled as she opened a packet of sugar and poured it into her coffee before slowly stirring it. “He was like a rebound--my boyfriend broke up with me just mere days before. But he has a girlfriend. I helped him cheat on her. I’ve been cheated on myself, and it’s the worst feeling.” “Huh…” Jack frowned and gave a nod. “I don’t think she knows. I didn’t even get to hear anything from Alex. And I’m sure he would have had to sleep on the couch even if she found out and she was semi-okay with it.” It made Emma feel even worse that they lived together and that she could have ruined their entire relationship. “That still doesn’t make what I did any better!” “Well, no, not exactly. But you didn’t ruin their relationship. As far as I know and have heard, they’re still happily together. Those two are always a little confusing to me, though.” “Even if I didn’t ruin it, I still can’t ever see Alex again. And I have a tendency of ruining into him at random moments!” She freaked out a little, rubbing her temples. “Why? It’s not like you’re into him, and he’s still into his girlfriend. It will just be like the usual five minutes you see each other.” Jack didn’t see the problem. If Alex had tried to get with her at the party and was able to act normal again after that, then it shouldn’t be much different this time. “Cause it was awkward as fuck!” Emma whisper-shouted and ran her finger through her hair. “Having sex was awkward? Well, that’s no good.” He shook his head. “No, no, the sex itself was great.” She slowly felt like she was gossiping with one of her best friends instead of one of Alex’s. It was taking a great weight off her shoulders, she hadn’t said a word to anybody else about it. “But before and after was awkward! The kiss was fine, so was getting naked and the little foreplay we had, but I’m not on birth control, so we couldn’t just get down to business. Alex said he didn’t have any condoms on him because he wasn’t expecting to have sex, but I just casually pulled some out of my bag--now bear in mind that I was going to go on this trip with my boyfriend, who broke up with me after I had packed my bag and I wasn’t just not going to go. So, that’s awkward number one. Awkward number two, I only had magnum condoms with me. Alex was like ‘oh fuck’ since he never used those before and never felt the need to try them--not my fault my ex-boyfriend preferred them. We managed to make it work, but it was definitely not a good one to pull.” “Way to lower a guy’s self-esteem,” Jack snorted, finding the humor in the story Emma was telling. “I know right!” She laughed along, her emotions slowly changing for the better. “But that’s not all. I had no clue what to do when we were done because we had to share a bed and I couldn’t just imagine lying there and starting pillow talk, so I got out there as soon as it ended and hid in the bathroom. I was literally in there for hours because I couldn’t just walk out. That was also awkward as fuck. Then the next morning I went to have breakfast before he even woke up. When he finally did come down, he sat at the same table and I had just finished so I left and told him we had to go to the airport in an hour. Also awkward. We didn’t talk until we finally decided to forget about what happened.” “Man, that is a mess,” Jack apologized. “But how was your trip otherwise? Was it also that awkward?” And so Emma described everything, from the slight awkwardness at the beginning to the game they made to overcome that, to all the different activities they had done. Although she obviously didn’t notice herself, Jack saw how she lit up when talking about all the ‘normal’ things she had done with Alex. To him, there was an interest in her that went beyond the ‘rebound’ she claimed to view him as. But he could see that she definitely didn’t notice it herself. “Tell you what, if you give me your number, I’ll make sure to keep you updated if anything does happen between Alex and Megan,” Jack gave as a suggestion, both to keep her nerves down and as an excuse to contact her when Alex was single again. And, just like that, Jack had scored Emma’s phone number, but for different reasons than he had always wanted it before. He really did root for the two.

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