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coffee-and-geto · 24 days ago

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A DISTRACTION? OR A DUTY-FULFILLING BOYFRIEND?

“You’re losing your mind again, sweetheart?” he mumbles as his lips crash against yours, hungrily devouring your mouth. “Then let me do it twice.”

pairing: professor!gojo x f!reader

summary: what could be worse than giving your all to a school assignment only to see yourself fail with no chance of catching up? helplessness is a real haunt. but having a boyfriend under your arm who fulfills his duties, that’s just downright better.

warnings: MDNI +18 ONLY, smut, nsfw, angst, fluff, fingering (f! receiving), sex p in v, unprotected sex, spoon position, morning sex, teasing, love making, overstimulation, creampie, art by @/3-aem.

wc: 3,749

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Among all the sensations you may have studied during your PhD years, never, as a student, has the idea of feeling the world crumble around you in front of your powerlessness crossed your mind to the point of being a victim.

In fact, it’s more accurate to call it your world.

The Earth hasn’t stopped spinning, there are no earthquakes, no one is screaming or running away from the university to take refuge anywhere.

It’s just you, standing in front of a white lab bench littered with glassware of all shapes and sizes, from Erlenmeyer flasks to tubes and test tubes — there’s hardly any space to rest a hand. The oppressive silence seems to come alive despite the luxury of the large space provided by your university’s funds, which ensure that you always have the best equipment available for your students.

But it doesn’t matter when the silence wraps its anxiety-laden hands around your neck to strangle you like a sleep paralysis that urges you never to wake up from your nightmare.

Oh, if only it were a nightmare.

In your hand is your phone, the screen lit with a white light, leaving words typed in black ink at your attention, with nothing to defend you against, nothing.

No ammunition, no power, no control except an imposed acceptance in response to your research grant sent over a month ago that has perhaps 200 words to explain for the one word that remains etched in your retina was written, typed, and sent with the utmost cruelty:

Refused.

Once you’ve imprinted the word in you, everything collapses around you.

The clock in the room never stops ticking, advancing its hands with constancy, regularity and rigidity. Nothing stands in its way.

Whereas for you, it’s as if the world has stopped.

Nothing in you responds. All your limbs move, pick things up, move forward, backward, away. But something remains off.

The almost empty corridors of the few strolling students are invisible, the occasional muffled chatter in your ears, the cold wind scratching your face as pale as a sheet is nothing compared to the din your head produces.

No, no, no, no…

It’s a nightmare…

Just wake up…

The door to Satoru’s office swings open, the strength of the wood and your grip creating a draught that blows away sheets he’s carefully stacked to slip into his bag to end his day.

“What’s going—”

Remaining standing in front of the door, which you soon close with more force than you’d like, you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from breaking down in front of him, even though the urge is more than seductive. Your heart is pumping wildly in your ribcage — so hard, in fact, that the thought of tachycardia crosses your mind.

There’s little light in the classroom laboratory, so it’s the yellowish glow of the lights that melts onto your skin, casting tired shadows on Satoru’s face.

He scrutinizes you, cautious and hands still frozen just above his desk where his papers still lie. His normally impeccably pressed white shirt is slightly creased beneath his black tie. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing muscular forearms with colored veins sinuating his milky skin.

His mouth parted for a second, the words hanging on the tip of his lips but stopping all sound in their tracks.

“What happened?” he finally mouths.

The hand holding your phone tightens its fingers around the screen, which threatens to crack under the force of your pressure, and then the muscles in your face are the first to betray you.

Chin trembling, the lips curved downwards, eyebrows and eyes crinkled in a vain attempt to suppress tears, and a silent sob escaping like a sellout.

Immediately, Satoru’s two large, powerful and familiar arms encircle your body as it collapses against him. More sobs join the burning tears dripping down your cheeks, some of which crash onto his shirt while others get lost who knows where.

“Hey, hey. I’m here my love, I’ve got you.” Your boyfriend’s warm, comforting breath caresses your hair with the utmost tenderness. His embrace tightens slightly as you flinch. “Let’s go home together, okay?”

You nod feebly. An unpleasant headache tenses your skull and one thing is all you need: your home.

Your home is Satoru and his home.

The journey blurs through your eyes. The darkening sky is bleak, as is your mood. A few raindrops splash against the windscreen of Satoru’s car, driving with a certain tension and stiffness in his gestures.

One of his hands is busy driving while the other remains on your thigh, thumb drawing absent circles on the fabric of your pants as his serious gaze alternates between the rear-view mirror and the road ahead. Confronted by your ponderous silence, Satoru doesn’t utter a word, leaving you to curl up in your seat, your temple resting against the icy glass that relieves your headache a little.

In his apartment, the routine continues. Usually, you both shower, eat dinner, go about your university duties — him preparing lectures and correcting papers, and you studying lectures and doing homeworks. But just after the shower he gives up on swallowing anything when you shake your head as he beckons you to question your appetite.

And so, at 9pm, the two of you are curled up in his fresh blankets, your exhausted head resting on his comfortable chest.

He listens for a good hour as you tell him that your research grant has just been rejected — the one for which you’ve sacrificed your sanity, hours of sleep and even your social life to make it as perfect as possible — and that there’s nothing you can do about it. Your tears flood Satoru’s T-shirt as he listens intently, blowing your own nose when your sobs clog it red and runny. He wipes away all your tears, kisses your whole face, your hair, your neck, whispering words of comfort.

“You’re not a failure, love,” he whispers against the shell of your ear as you go silent after getting all your sorrow off your chest. “Just because you were rejected doesn’t mean you failed.”

“I failed,” you insist in a hoarse voice, eyelids closed. “Other people were taken, and I wasn’t. I deserved it, Satoru...”

“You did not.” He kisses your cheek and then your temple. “The person who turned you down may have been unfair, but you didn’t fail. Missing an opportunity doesn’t mean you’re doomed. Missing something doesn’t make the world stop, love.“

The words hit as hard as a punch, but fall as softly as an umpteenth kiss.

“There’s nothing stupid about your project, it’s perfect. It just needs to be seen by the right people.” One of his hands slowly strokes your hair, each finger passing between your strands as he gently detangles them. “You’re capable and brilliant, don’t ever doubt it.”

Your lips — swollen from your earlier tears — moisten again with more silent weeping. Under your weary nod, he sighs softly and adjusts the comforter over you both, making sure it covers you up to the shoulders.

“I love you, remember?” He peppers your head with soft kisses, closing his eyes as he feels you sniffle against his t-shirt. When you nod a second time, he lifts up your chin between his thumb and forefinger to press another slow kiss against your lips.

Your heart flutters by the second. With equal tenderness, you return his kiss, humming to keep from laughing as his hands slide up your torso to tickle you while he steals your breath.

Lips against lips, you feel Satoru’s stretch into a smile at your reaction and he releases you with an even firmer, more reassuring embrace.

“Love you so much, baby.”

“Me too,” you mumble, face buried into his neck.

He sighs, still stroking your hair back and forth while staying silent. In the bedroom, there is no sound. The simple silence of your love, which needs no words to express itself.

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Early the next morning, Satoru’s eyelids flutter open, bothered by the orange sunbeams that have managed to sneak in between the slats of the blinds at his windows.

His alarm hadn’t gone off yet, which earned him a smile of triumph: a delight — a luxury even — that even the wealthiest like him couldn’t always afford. Waking up before his alarm goes off is one of Satoru’s favorite moments in his life.

He can admire your sleeping face, still savoring oh how comfortable it is to hold you in his big, spoon-shaped arms in bed, how soft the steady sound of your heart beating peacefully in your chest is, or how steady your breath is, like a lullaby to him.

Then, taking advantage of the moment’s peace, he pulls you a little tighter into his arms, inhaling the scent of your shampoo as it drifts from your hair and nestles his chin in the hollow between your shoulder and neck. The warmth of your two hearts is enough to melt him.

He places a gentle kiss on your cheek, close to your jaw.

The action has the immediate effect of waking you up almost involuntarily. Of course, he wants to let you rest before tackling the long day ahead with him, but he also wants to be able to cover you with his love while you’re conscious.

A soft hum escapes your lips and you squirm a little, sticking your back even more to Satoru’s torso for added warmth.

A smile cracks his lips and he holds back a gasp when your ass rubs against his crotch. “Morning, sweetheart,” he manages to whisper close to your ear with a little raspy voice. “Did you sleep well?”

Keeping your eyelids closed, you continue to rub against him, a smile as amused as it is relaxed in his protective arms.

“Mhmmm…”

“What are you doing?” he mumbles, kissing your jaw, fingers creeping up your chin to make you face him.

“Need you,” you pant back, trying to take off the cover lazily because the heat on how turned on you’re getting is choking you, but it’s harder when Satoru is now pressing his mouth against yours with firm kisses.

“You’re losing your mind again, sweetheart?” he mumbles as his lips crash against yours, hungrily devouring your mouth. “Then let me do it twice.”

He helps you free yourself from the comforter and himself at the same time before running his hands up your shirt and pressing his already hard erection against your ass.

For a few seconds, the room is filled with nothing but breaths, a little heavy after the last one, warmer and faster. Sounds of wet kisses and rustling clothes too. Just your two bodies rubbing against each other in search of more until your first moan echoes louder when Satoru decides to play with your breasts, pinching a sensitive nipple under your t-shirt.

The gesture sends a delicious wave of electric pleasure to your crotch. In a reflex stride, you discard your pajama pants for a better sensation of friction, in hope to chase your highest pleasure.

“Oh God, you don’t even have to ask.” And Satoru gets rid of his own pajama pants and leaves himself in just boxers and a T-shirt. This is what he’s been loving in his daily life since you came into his life. Those warm mornings when you let your bodies do the talking for you.

Apart from the thin fabric separating your bodies, there’s nothing to stop you going further, but Satoru likes to savor and tease before tackling the main event. Sliding his palms first over your hot, soft-skinned hips, you take the opportunity to spread your legs without getting out of your spooning position with him, which makes things even hotter.

Access made free, Satoru’s fingers find their way to the wet spot on your underwear. A shiver runs through you, and you freeze, waiting for him to stimulate you in earnest. Slowly, his forefinger moves down your clit, wet with your active arousal. He taps it gently at first, then circles around it, spreading more and more of your juices as much on your core as on the fabric.

“Need me here?” he breathes in your ear, admiring how your face went from a pout to a little parted lips face and eyelids half-closed. “Or here?” He smirks. His index finger glides over your soaked panties to stop at your entrance. “It's pulsing, baby.”

“Need you on both,” you whisper in a breath. Your head is spinning like a dizzy woman drunk on pleasure. Or rather drunk on your boyfriend.

“As I see, I need to relax my girl to fulfill my duty.” He pushes your underwear to the side, and you gasp when his finger finds you, slipping easily between your folds. You moan, grinding into his hand, every nerve alive with the pleasure of his touch. He smirks, moving his fingers just how you like it, circling with precision.

He’s gentle in his gestures, but also teasing. He caresses with tender your most intimate parts — through your sensitive folds, rubbing your clit, and finally sinking a long, thick finger into you. From the last time the two of you had sex, Satoru doubts a second that it was longer ago than expected. Because God, you are so tight.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he whispers, the words sending a jolt of heat through you. He knows how to push your buttons, how to make you feel like you are falling apart in his hands. And you are — completely lost in him, in the moment.

Your walls squeeze his finger as if your life depends on it. He can barely pump at all with how it is sucked.

“Relax, darling, you’re tight.” As if to punctuate his sentence, he places butterfly kisses on the side of your neck, his breath tickling your jaw.

At the end, you obey, breathing out as your muscles unclench. Satisfied, Satoru resumes his activity and pumps his finger deeper into you, the pad looking for the sweet spot that will make you scream his name — as always.

Your moans multiply, little sounds that you try to muffle without much success as Satoru fingers you more and more, reveling in your sounds. A tight little knot forms in the pit of your stomach, a sign that you’re not long for coming.

“Satoru— Ah, ’m close,” you gasp, your hands gripping his wrist and forearm with all your might to keep from losing your head. “I’m—”

But your own cry cuts you off as your orgasm crashes over you, exploding around Satoru’s finger. The latter doesn’t stop yet, keeping it inside while it’s moving in and out of you until you’re dripping all over his knuckles buried deep.

Your breaths contrast, despite the fact that the room temperature feels like it’s risen by ten degrees. Yours is heaviest and fastest, in response to the aftermath of your perfect orgasm. Satoru’s is faster — slightly — due to the fact that he’s getting hotter and hotter by the arousal you’re giving him without doing anything (madly boys in love effect).

Slowly, Satoru withdraws his fingers from you, bringing them up to his mouth. You wince when he licks them as if they were covered with the most delicious flavor in the world. He punctuates each lick with a suction noise.

“You gross,” you mumble, feeling how weak your legs feel now. You try to sit up, but Satoru is quicker. He wraps his arms around your waist to hold you close. “What are you—”

You can feel his cock straining against his boxers, and the sound of his breathing growing heavier against your nape makes your own body ache with anticipation. Satoru’s grip was still soft, but there was an urgency to it now — like he is just as desperate for more as you are.

“Don’t you dare leave me like that, darling,” he threatens with a still playful, dangerous tone. “You’re not done with me yet.”

You swallow thick. Your heart hammers in your ribcage, anticipation coursing through your body like an electric circuit.

“Need you, sweetheart,” he breaths. “May I?”

“Just fuck me already, Satoru,” you mutter, ass grinding against his erection. He hisses, fingers clenching around your hips and waist.

“No fuck today. Love making only.” He peppers small kisses on your warm cheek before taking off his last cloth and guides his hard-rock and painful cock against your dripping slick. The fat head rubs teasingly against your entrance, tempting and enticing to make you ache and lose your mind. At every stroke, your walls squeeze around nothing, begging for something to stretch them.

“Don’t tease— Ah,” you whimper, lowering your hips for more. But it keeps the tip from sinking. So you pout slightly, a cute frowning your eyebrows. “I hate you.”

“Love you more,” he chuckles, still holding his length, brushing off how it’s twitching for you, as wet with pre as you are. “First, you need to say that you need me.”

“Satoru!” you protest.

“You know how I am,” he chortles. You wring your neck to meet his entertained eyes, a gleam of neediness but also frustration in your that turns him even more. “Beg, sweetheart.”

“I need you,” you mumble, your breathing hot brushing his lips.

Fuck.

He mouths, “Where?”

“Inside me.”

“Ask nicely now.”

You sigh in frustration. “I need you inside me now, please.” And to make him fall for you, you blink with your doe eyes, which work every time. “Satoru.”

He parts his lips, entranced by all your features, eyes lost into your soul. Lord, you are the most beautiful woman on the earth.

“Lift your leg for me.” It’s an order. But you happily comply, offering him your leg, every detail of which he worships, and take it under his arm to gain access to your welcoming entrance. When his cock stands there, ready and twitching just at your heat radiating like fire. “Ready?” You nod.

Then, in one smooth motion, he is inside you, and you gasp, your back arching off his back as he stretches you open. Satoru’s mouth finds your neck again, kissing and sucking as his hips begin to move up, slow and deliberate at first, letting you adjust to the feeling of him filling you completely.

“Fuck,” you moan, the stretch of him feeling so right, so perfect, that you can’t help but tighten around him. Satoru groans in response, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he sets a faster pace. One of your hands finds his forearm and holds it like a life preserver from his thrusts that are making the bed creak underneath the two of you, and the other tangles the nearest sheets.

“You’re so tight, so fucking tight,” he murmurs, his voice strained with effort as his thrusts grow harder, more urgent. Your nails dig into his forearm and sheets as you pull him closer, your legs trembling to the rhythm of a crescendo, one trapped because slightly lifted up by Satoru’s arm as you take him deeper.

Every thrust, every movement is a sweet, slow burn that makes your entire body shiver with need. In the wake of his thrusts, Satoru’s lips manage to find yours, kissing you deeply as his hands roam over your body, worshiping you like you are the only thing that matters.

“I love you so damn much,” he mumbles against your swollen lips while another deep slam into you drags you out a cry.

And then, without warning, Satoru shifts, adjusting his angle just enough to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You gasp, your back arching off his back again as your body trembles before his.

He smirks against your lips. “Found it,” he whispers.

You can’t form words — only moans and gasps as he repeats the movement, his cock hitting that sweet, perfect spot with each thrust. Your nails dig into his back as you feel your body tightening, the pressure building in your core.

Satoru’s pace never faltered, his thrusts deep and relentless as he took you closer and closer to the edge. His breath was ragged in your ear, his fingers digging into your hips, and you could hear the sound of skin slapping together, the wet sounds of your bodies moving in sync.

“You feel so good, baby” he groans, his voice strained. “Don’t hold back.”

You can’t stop it — can’t stop the way your body reacts to him. The way the pressure in your core is building, until you are teetering on the edge of something incredible. Satoru’s name escapes your lips in a breathless cry, and that’s enough to push you over the edge. Your orgasm hits hard, your entire body shaking as the wave of pleasure consumes you.

Satoru doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm, his hips not stopping rutting up against yours and his hands never leaving your leg up and hip as he continues to chase his own release. He’s close, so close, and you can feel it in the way his thrusts grew sloppier, the way his breath hitches in your ear.

With a final, deep thrust, he cums, filling you completely with a groan that sends a wave of satisfaction through your own body. You both stay laid down for a moment, catching your breath, still glued together as you slowly come down from the high.

You turn over painfully on the bed to face him, his member still softening inside you. Your limbs are still trembling from the intense physical activity, and Satoru takes the opportunity to pull you even closer by the waist. His forehead rests against yours, his hands gentle on your hips as he pulls out slowly, making you whimper at the loss.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he murmurs, his voice soft as he kisses your forehead.

You smile, still breathless, but feeling that delicious satisfaction spread through you. “Another round before heading off to uni?” you tease, your fingers lightly tracing his chest.

“We’ll be late, you know?” He traces the contour of your face with the tip of his fingers and pecks a kiss from time to time.

“Maybe my professor won’t blame me this time, will he?”

“You little spoiled princess,” he snorts, pressing another kiss on your nose. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You smirk. “And you’re so lucky to have me.”

“I will never deny that.”

a/n: hellooooo!! how are you guys? 🥹 first, i’m sorry for my inactivity :(( i’ve been busy with school and all (+ i wasn’t ovulating lol). i wrote this little part 1 because i was frustrated about a competion i lost (law will make you cry your soul, trust me). also sorry for the little angst, i can’t help myself lmao. i hope you enjoyed this and see you soon!

likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!

for the tag list, i’ll try to add more ppl when i’ll have the time, i’m sorry in advance for those who came after i temporary closed it <3 you’ll be tagged for the next part for sure :) if you want to be tagged, pls put your age in bio and ask here.

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girlthatgotawaysdiary · 5 months ago

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study tips: how to get a 4.00 GPA 🩰

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All throughout last year I've gotten perfect grades on my report cards and many of my friends have asked how I've done it and i seriously had no idea until recently when I started to take notice of my new ways of studying... and today ive decided to put all my findings on this post...so here we goo...💋

#1 finish ur homework the second u get it:

I cannot stress this enough HOMEWORK IS IMPORTANT! idc if you’re too lazy or busy studying for exams, homework is almost half of your grade, doing it the second you get it is the best way to eliminate the stress and procrastination you get when trying to tackle an assignment.

#2 be nice to teachers:

ultimately teachers are the ones deciding your fate, so being a teacher's pet isn't always a bad thing. you don't have to absolutely love them, but giving them respect while speaking, trying to connect with and get to know them, and even just thanking them after class would take you a long way.

#3 pay attention in class:

ive heard this a million times and as a girly with undiagnosed adhd it is so hard for me to focus during class, but one thing I found helpful is sitting in front of the class. this was important because the teacher was literally in my face so I couldn't zone out. a thing that also helped me is 24/7 taking notes or highlighting passages.

#4 start caring:

in middle school, i literally did not care about school whatsoever(and im sure most of u as well) and that was because i didn't have any severe consequences. my parents may get mad at me and i may feel disappointed in myself, but there was no long-term consequences. so when i started high school.

i had to start caring because high school grades are all that matters to universities. it was also because i knew i had a dream and wanted to achieve it, and the only way to do so was to fake being a good student till i actually became one.

something that also stops you from caring about school, is u caring about other people or what they think of u, whether it be positively or negatively. thinking about others will take up most of your brain capacity very quickly, which would result in u being distracted and not caring about ur schoolwork.

#5 surrond urrself with people who actually want to improve themselves:

this is SO important! surrounding urself with negative people who don't care about education can greatly affect you(e.g. making u late to class) making friends with people who show up to class on time, get their work done fast, and respect others is a pathway to getting good grades. i believe that the most people you spend time with reflect on who you are, and don't let those people be negative.

*now these tips won't guarantee you getting immediate straight A's, but applying them to your school life will definitely improve it.

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stormsthatrage · 1 year ago

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Imagine: Samantha Manson rents an apartment with other students in university because she wants to pay her own way through college. One night, the other students throw a party. Sam takes refuge in the campus library during this, because she does not want to be around that. But eventually the library closes for the night, and Sam has to go back.

Sam walks in on the partygoers, still there, hanging out around a "summoning ritual" for fun. They're cleaning up -- the ritual didn't work, obviously.

Sam wordlessly halts the clean-up efforts in their tracks by taking one look at the summoning circle, seizing a paintbrush, bodying people out of the way, and making a dozen minor adjustments to the summoning circle.

It's Sam. No one stops her, and no one is brave enough to ask any questions.

Sam finishes, then walks off without saying anything.

The partygoers look at each other, and then immediately try the summoning ritual again.

(Look, Sam has a reputation as a goth and, if you believe in that stuff, as a witch. Not to say that any of them actually believe in that stuff, but sometimes it's fun to pretend like you do, and, well. They already decided to give it their best shot tonight, and they know that a Sam-approved summoning circle is the best shot they'll get.)

They read out the spell. The candles flare, the flame turning a dark, poisonous green, then blow out. A surge of black light shoots up from the summoning circle, and a presence thickens the air around them.

Before them appears a being that they know, in their soul, is not of this world.

A creature of the realm of the dead looms before them, crown ablaze with fury. "Who dares--"

Sam, nonchalant, wanders back into the room. Wanders over to the summoning circle. Casually erases, with the tip of her shoe, what they know from their brief study of their occult book to be the containment layer of the summoning circle.

Casually says, "Hey, Danny, what pizza toppings do you want?"

The presence fades, but does not vanish completely. "Oh, come on Sam," says the being that an animal part of them recognizes as of the realm of the dead. "What the hell, you know I hate that."

Sam wanders back out of the room, calling over her shoulder, "Well, I hate having my thermos broken!"

The being floats out of the summoning circle, and takes on the shape of a boy, touching down to the ground. The presence fades even further, until they wouldn't be able to tell the creature wasn't a boy if they hadn't already seen.

"Okay, first of all, that was at least 50% Tucker's fault--" it says, trailing after Sam. The conversation becomes unintelligible as they go to Sam's room and shut the door.

The partygoers are left in silence, with paint that has been turned to ash, brand-new candles that have been burned to stubs, and a terrifying new knowledge of the existence of the beyond.

And, for the unluckiest of them, terrifying new knowledge that the person they share a roof with has regular, real, dealings with the dead.

(Twenty minutes later, the pizza arrives. With a pineapple topping, of course.)

#danny phantom #danny phantom headcanon #danny phantom snippet #snippet #samantha manson #danny fenton #everyone who witnessed the events of the party is suddenly very wary of all of sam's friends #they don't know who is a human...

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missnxthingg · 1 year ago

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I CAN'T LIE TO YOU ✮ LN4

pairing: Lando Norris x bestie!Reader (childhood best friends to lovers) summary: Lando Norris decides to surprise his best friend after being a long time away from home. What she didn't expect was that he had a big secret that he couldn't share with her words: 4.5K - warnings: swearing, suggestive content & not proof read author's notes: I'm back once again! Now you just know I'm a sucker for childhood besties to lovers. Also, I may have already started writing a part two for this one... let me know if you want it!

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The days in England have become more boring with time. Y/N was losing her mind over the repetitive routine that follows the life of a college student. Work, study, beer with close friends and bed. So when her mother invited her for a family dinner, she worried about how excited she got with the event. It wasn’t supposed to be anything special, just her parents and a few of their close friends gathered to catch up over nice food.

Coming home felt way too good. It’s a feeling most college students get when they go back to their hometown, leaving their crappy flat in university to be served with their parents pampering during their quick visit. Y/N was supposed to be back to her place in just a couple of days, but she felt satisfied to be in a different place than the four walls of her house. Not to mention that she was having a good laugh with everyone at the table.

Her mother always takes dinner parties to another level, serving the best food in her special crockery, saved for moments like this. So Y/N packed a nice new outfit; a cute long-sleeved dress that looked perfect with tights and heels. Not that the guests cared about how she was dressed, but it felt nice to look beautiful and all put together for once after months of hoodies and leggings.

As usual, her parents invited the Norris family, as they’ve been the best of friends for the longest time. Not only they lived next to each other for years back when she was younger, all of their kids were really close friends with Y/N. But the spotlight always goes to Lando, who is the same age as her, making them grow up attached to the hip.

They all grew up going to the same school, not to mention that she would always tag along in Lando and his brother’s karting sessions, having the best time watching them drive flawlessly on tracks. He always enjoyed the times when she’d steal her parents cameras so they could make some homemade videos of their time together. Or when they would sit back, watch their dads play golf every Saturday and share candies in the cart.

Y/N and Lando have been inseparable since the age of four, growing up side by side, going through everything together. She was so important to him that, when he joined Formula 1 and had to choose a number to race, he chose the age the two of them had become friends.

“The number four is for my best friend, Y/N. She was the one to suggest it, and the meaning behind it is very cute. Actually, I don’t want to tell you to not spoil anything, but I can only say that it’s very dear to my heart”, Lando said once in an interview during his second season in F1, making every single one of his fans curious about the meaning.

But it’s been a while since the infamous duo had been together. They supported each other from afar; Y/N sometimes joining him for race weekends and Lando coming back to see her on birthdays and weekends in London, while he visited the McLaren factory. But the last time they had been together was four months ago, during summer break, when he dragged her to join him for his crazy trips around the world. When racing and university was back on, they lost a little bit of touch; almost no calls and only a few texting breaks so they wouldn’t fall apart.

A lot happened in those four months. Lando had a new gorgeous girlfriend; a model who everyone had become obsessed with her TikTok videos for beauty tips. They had been seen together a few times around the world, her joining him for the races and a lot of make-outs behind DJ booths at parties. Y/N, on the other hand, was lacking in the dating department. But the friends she made over the past year made everything worthy. After years of pretty much having Lando as her only very close friend, she finally found new people to go out and have fun as a normal 20-year-old.

With that, Y/N and Lando’s friendship got weird. He had been avoiding her for a while, with the excuse of being too busy with racing, but actually not wanting to talk about his personal life with someone who knew him like the palm of her hand. Meanwhile, she was having a good time with her friends to be bothered by anything. But lately, life had become more boring and Y/N felt like having Lando back would bring some more fun into her life again, with all the epic parties and the good times they always managed to happen.

“Only one month left”, she thought, as winter break was approaching, meaning that Lando would finally be free to come home for the holidays.

She was pushed out of her thoughts by Adam Norris, who now seemed interest in Y/N’s life after a long catching up with her dad. “Tell us more about college! Are you having fun? Learning anything special?”, he asked with a kind smile.

“Oh, I’m graduating this spring, so it’s been… rough”, she chuckled. “But everything has been amazing, you know? The internship is so cool and the people are nice as well”.

“I just can’t believe it will all be over soon”, his wife, Cisca, responded. “It feels like it was just yesterday when you joined uni and Lando started his first season in F1. Time really flies, uhm?”

Every mention of his name made Y/N smile like a fool. But lately, it has been accompanied by a ting of pain on her chest. God, she missed him so much.

“What is it that you miss?”, Cisca asked, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts. Shit, did she say that out loud?

“I said I missed your pie so much, Cis. You know I have always loved it growing up”, Y/N tried to cover it up by stuffing her mouth with the cheesy pie, trying to keep her thoughts of being spoken out loud. But something caught her by surprise.

“Yeah, mum’s pie is the best in the world, isn’t it?”, a male voice said from behind her, one that she hadn’t heard in person for a while. Her eyes widened when she realized who it was, only to turn around and see Lando standing right behind her tugged into his signature comfortable hoodie, with a giant smile plastered on his face, and a bouquet in his hands. “Surprise!”

Y/N brought her hands up to her mouth, trying not to cry at the sight. She couldn’t believe what was standing in front of her. So she jumped out of her seat and jumped into his arms, not caring about anyone else in the room or the flowers being crumpled up in his hands. Lando buried his nose in her hair, taking in her scent, making him feel at ease for once

“What are you doing here?”, she leaned back, holding his face between her hands. His soft eyes looked down at her, his smile never faltering.

“I thought I could surprise my best girl”, he admitted, digging one of his hands into her hips, making her securely close to him. “I had a break before the end of the season, and it had been so long…”

“Shut up, you idiot. I just want to hug you”, she cut him mid-sentence, burying her face in his neck, making his smile even wider, if that was possible. Everyone on the table laughed at her reaction, but let them have their moment after months without seeing each other. It felt too good to be true.

“I missed you so much”, he whispered in her ear, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head.

“I missed you too. Welcome home, Lan”, she leaned back and kissed his cheek, making it tinted red. Lando was so cute when he blushed. “You brought me flowers! How cute is this?”

She took the giant bouquet filled with red and pink roses out of his hands, bringing it close to her body. “It’s an apology for not being here as much as I should”, he said, making her heart so warm with the thoughtful gift.

“You being here is enough”, she pressed another kiss to his cheek and quickly pulled him for another hug. They just couldn’t get enough of each other.

“Alright, we all know you both really miss each other, but you can catch up after dinner. Food is getting cold and poor Lando must be starving”, her mother cut them off, making Y/N look back at the table, her face burning in embarrassment. He laughed at her behavior and pulled the chair next to her so they could sit together.

Through the whole dinner, Lando told all of his amazing stories traveling the world, leaving all the ‘best friends only’ parts for later, when he would be alone with Y/N. She felt so happy to finally have him by her side, making fun of her table manners, resting his hand on her knee and cracking any bad jokes just to see her roll her eyes. And even though he lived those many adventures, Lando knew life couldn’t get better than having his favourite person in the world back on his side.

“So, Lando, what finally brings you back home?”, Y/N’s father asked, making him shrug.

“You know, the championship could’ve been better and I feel really tired, you know?”, Lando searched for his best friend’s hand under the table, entwining their fingers once they met. Then he looked at her with an adoring smile on his face. “I just need some recharging. Thought I could use some home time before the last few races of the year”.

“You’re always welcomed to recharge in our house if you want to, Lando”, her mother said before the conversation was taken somewhere else once again.

While everyone else chatted, Y/N and Lando updated their phone gallery with new pictures of them. A lot of cute selfies and pictures of their homemade dinner which soon found their place on their Instagrams.

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fanacc1 FINALLY SOME Y/N AND LANDO CONTENT

fanacc2 Wasn’t him dating a model?

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↪fanacc5 I bet his girlfriend actually hates them

fanacc6 Does this mean more Y/N around the paddock?

The dinner was coming to an end with the delicious sweet treats they prepared for dessert. At that point, Lando and Y/N were just existing at the conversation. He slipped an arm around her shoulder and she found a comfortable spot to lean into him and keep sipping on her wine while they shared a slice of cake. But even though they were quiet, they surely weren’t tired. So as the rest of the adults continued with their chat, they took their glasses of wine to the backyard, just so they could have some alone time.

Lando chuckled when he saw what was still standing strong in her backyard. “You still have our old treehouse?”, he asked and she nodded excitedly. “Wow, it looks so much nicer than before”.

“It’s because I renovated it, you fool. Haven’t I told you?”, she asked, but Lando shook his head. “Oh my… you have to see this! Now it’s a grown up treehouse! Take a look”.

Y/N dragged him to the small construction and made him climb all the way up to the house. It changed a lot with the renovations. Their wall doodles from when they were little kids were preserved by a varnish coat on the wood. She also substituted the old toys for books and her collection of vinyls, making the place look extra cozy. There was even a table for afternoon tea and card games, a TV and a huge futon, with lots of cushions, so they could just lie down and spend the rest of the day hidden from the world.

“What a glow up!”, he joked. “I loved it. This is amazing”, Lando took a place next to the window, where the moonlight invaded the room. Y/N sat next to him and almost immediately pulled out her camera just to capture the moment. And just like old times, they had fun doing a tiny photoshoot together, only to be cut off by his mom, calling them from the ground.

“Are you coming, Lando?”, Cisca asked, making him look over to Y/N, who replied for him.

“I’m not letting him go anywhere, Cisca”, she joked, throwing her arms around Lando, making his mother laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your son”.

“Have fun you two”, they waved at her and sighed after finally being left alone for a proper catching up between best friends. Lando had a satisfied smile on his face and he felt so calm at that moment. He threw both of his arms around his best friend and hugged her tightly.

“Home, at last”, his cheek was pressed on the side of her face, making her giggle with the contact. “I want to know everything going on with you. Just blurt it all out. I owe you this”.

“Oh, nothing great happened”, she shrugged. “Nothing that you didn’t know already. The internship is nice, but it’s coming to an end soon and I’m not sure they’ll keep me with them. And college is almost finished, so that’s kind of bittersweet”.

“I thought you were excited to have a degree”, he said, making her sigh. “Are you not happy about graduating?”

“Of course I am. You more than anyone knows how important this is to me”, she answered. “And I made so many good friends and I’ve been having the best time with them. I know graduating will make us grow apart”.

“Endings aren’t always nice, uhm? But you have to look at the bright side of things”, he started. “You’re finally achieving something great and you managed to have a really good time along the way. Made friends and worked really hard to become the best professional out there. I’m so proud of you!”

Lando has always been her biggest supporter on pursuing her academic path. He remembers all the talks they had about her wanting to master in communications. While he didn’t get to finish school to up his game in racing, he was there for every step his best friend took until enrolling in university. So when they talk about it, he always has that beautiful proud smile on his face, to which Y/N loved seeing.

“Thank you”, she smiled shyly. “And what about you, Mr Worldwide? You’ve been everywhere these past months. How was it?”

“Oh, always amazing”, he beamed. “I got to see so many amazing places around the world. You would’ve loved all the clubs I went to. The DJ booths are amazing. Oh, and the golf courts… breathtaking”.

“Yeah, I saw all the pictures”, Y/N arched her brows and rolled her eyes. “You didn’t even bother on calling, telling me about your adventures”.

“Sorry, I lacked in that department”, he apologized. “Even though everything has been amazing, I’m so tired of this year. I could’ve done better on the track and the last few races have been exhausting. I knew that I needed to recharge before the last two races, so I came back to you”.

“It’s always a pleasure to have you home”, she ran her hand through his curls and smiled. Lando always saw Y/N as his home. She always brings him that sense of familiarity, and her absence in his travels around the world were taking a toll on him.

Not to mention that hiding a big secret from his best friend also wasn’t doing him any good.

“But I’m not here to talk about me. I want to know everything about you”, he poked her side with his index finger and smirked. “Anyone special appeared in your life in the past few months?”

“Please”, she rolled her eyes. “The last time I had a proper hook up was during our summer trip to Bali with that guy on the club”.

“Come on, it can’t be that bad”, he giggled, but Y/N’s face was burning in embarrassment.

“I had a few dates in the past months, but fuck me, they were annoying”, Lando laughed at her statement. “One of them found out you’re my best friend and spent the entire time asking questions about you. And the only guy who was actually decent came in his pants when we were making out in his car. Didn’t even get to touch me”.

“Oh, poor you”, he giggled. “So no boy to be my new best friend? I mean, come on, we need more male energy in this friendship”.

“Sorry, Lan. No boyfriend this time”, she said. “You, on the other hand, started dating this gorgeous model and forgot to tell me about everything.”

And there she said it: the topic Lando had been avoiding the most throughout the whole night. He really didn’t want to talk about it with Y/N, because his big secret had been hiding right there. He knew he couldn’t, and didn’t want to, lie about anything to her. And he also knew that he really needed to vent about this secret with her as well.

Lando turned really quiet, and looked away, avoiding her eyes. “Don’t start now, Y/N. I mean, there’s not much to say, to be fair”, he mumbled.

“Come on, I want to know everything about the woman who stole my bestie’s heart”, she poked him, but Lando didn’t dare to look Y/N in the eyes. “I mean, everybody loves her and she seems sweet. Why don’t you want to tell me about her?”

“Because we’re not together”.

“What do you mean? I’ve seen the Instagram pictures and the gossip pages posting videos of you two kissing in the club. I thought you were becoming a thing”.

“Y/N, don’t push it”, he asked, his voice bargaining on his throat.

“Why don’t you want to tell me about her?”

“Because we’re not together, I told you”, he sighed. “She’s a PR stunt. She’s not my girlfriend, and it’s been consuming me from the inside ever since we started this little thing”.

Lando finally looked her in the eyes and Y/N saw them brimming with tears. As an immediate response, she rested a hand on his arm and waited until he was ready to talk more. He leaned into her touch and the tears started to stream down his face. He’s never one to cry for anything, so the tears meant that it was so much more than he was letting show. Her heart broke at the sight of her best friend.

“Is this why you look more tired than usual?”, Y/N asked and he nodded, making the tears fall harder. “Oh, Lan… Come here”.

She pulled his head to rest on her chest and Lando wrapped his arms around her, needing some sort of comfort. He didn’t say much for a couple of minutes after, feeling his heart aching on his chest. He wanted to talk about everything with Y/N, because he knew she would understand him. He always feels vulnerable and safe enough to talk about anything with his best friend.

“Everything is so fucked up, Y/N”, Lando cried out. “God, I can’t take this fake relationship anymore. Do you know how disgusting it feels to pretend to be in love with someone you’re not? And to lie to everyone, hiding it from my parents. From you. I can’t stand it”

“I’m sure you have a good reason to be doing so”, she said, fingers running through his curls and making him sure that she was right there with him. Y/N felt his fingers clinging tighter onto her. “You’re just doing your job and that’s okay. This won’t last forever”.

“I feel so lonely, you know? I was doing so bad on the last few races and I missed home so much. I missed talking to my dad and hugging my mom. I missed making fun of my sisters and going for a drive with my brother. And I missed you so much. I wish I could just stay here for a long while”.

“Soon you’ll get to be here for as long as you want, baby”, Y/N pressed a kiss on top of his head and Lando sighed in comfort. It ached a little less with her there. “And we’ll get to spend so much time together. You can come over and we’ll have sleepovers. We can take the car, drive around and go clubbing until sunrise. Whatever you want”.

“God, it would be so easy if it was you”, he whispered, still holding onto her as if his life depended on it. What did he mean with that? Just those single words made Y/N’s heart skip a beat. Truth is, while her heart ached for her best friend, she was relieved he’s not in love with someone else. Did he have feelings for her?

“You know, I looked over my so-called girlfriend one night while we were hanging out at the club and I wanted to shout to everyone that it was all an act. She’s like a solid reminder of how lonely I am all the damn time. It’s ridiculous”, he grunted.

“Come on, look at me”, Y/N pulled his face to look up and held his head between her hands. “Lan, you are never alone, okay? Even if you feel like you are, and even if I’m not there physically, you know that I’m always with you. I’m right here”, she rested a hand over his heart, making him smile through his tears. “I've been in your heart since the moment we met”.

“I…”, he started, but couldn’t get to say the rest. After all this time, Lando was afraid that the next move would ruin their friendship forever. But looking her in the eyes, comforting him through this rough time, he knew she felt the same. “I love you, Y/N”.

She was expecting anything. ‘I know’, maybe. That was so much bigger than what she imagined. Lando had said he loved her countless times over the years they’ve known each other; after all, they grew up together, almost like brother and sister. But this time, it was different. Y/N knew it, and Lando knew it too.

Y/N was too stunned to speak, so he continued with his confession. “I always have, you know? And I only hid everything from you because I can’t lie to you. And because I thought you’d never look at me the same way if you found out”.

“Lando, I…” she stopped mid-sentence, trying to catch some air. “Fuck, this is a lot. Just wait a second”.

They giggled together and he leaned his forehead against hers. “It’s okay to not say anything right now. I just dropped a giant bomb on your lap. This wasn’t the way I wanted to confess to you, but I just couldn’t keep it to myself anymore”.

“Are you saying this because you’re emotional? Because I swear to God, if you are, I’m gonna kill you for misleading me”, her eyes were brimming with tears and Lando whipped them away.

“I’m telling you the truth”, he assured. “I think I’ve loved you my entire life. With all the crazy things I’ve experienced in my life, you were the only constant. You’re home, Y/N”.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”, she asked and he took a deep breath.

“Because I was afraid of losing you. Scared this might ruin our friendship somehow”, he admitted. “You’re the most precious thing in my life. Do you know how scary it is to fall in love with your best friend when you’re just a kid? And then grow up, and those feelings never go away, just getting stronger every day. I just didn’t want to lose you”.

“You weren’t going to lose me, Lan”, her eyes softened at his confession and now he was the one wiping her tears. Y/N brought him back for a hug and even though he didn’t have an answer, deep down he knew she felt the same.

“I’ve loved you since we were four. There’s a reason why I always carry this number with me”, Lando confessed. “God, look what you do to me. I never cry”.

“You only cry for the important things”, she reminded. “That’s why I love you, Lando. I’ve been in love with you for my entire life too, idiot”.

His eyes widened as he looked up to her, who had a smirk plastered on her face. “Can I kiss you?”, Lando asked, but before she could properly shake her head in agreement, he crashed his lips into hers. He needed to be home, and Y/N has always been home for him. It was the most intense kiss they ever had, like years of lingering had finally paid off for both of them.

Lando pulled her closer with a hand on the back of her head. She wrapped her fingers around his neck, smiling into his lips. Then, as if it wasn't enough, he pulled her to sit on lap, making them closer somehow. She slowed down the pace, making the kiss needier and more delicious. Lando even let out a satisfied throaty moan, his heart speeding on his chest. Her touches made him feral, knowing that after years of pinning, he finally had his dream girl.

“Thank you for this”, he whispered against her lips, a wide and satisfied smile on his face. “Thank you for all the years, all the times you've been here for me, to tell me everything is going to be alright.”

“Always, Lan”, she played with the hairs on his nape. “I love you so much”.

“I love you too. So much”, he left one more peck on her lips before hugging her again. “I don't know what I'd do without you”.

“Yeah, me too”.

The story of how they fell in love with each other was long, but beautiful. Lando and Y/N sat in that tree house all night and shared all of those stories with each other. And for a second, he really believed everything was going to work out. After all, if he had Y/N, Lando would be just fine.

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Bright Looks, Dark Mind

╰┈➤ Summary: He could never hurt a fly, choi San, the one who was always there when you needed him and would always find time to make sure you felt included or safe whenever he wasn't around, but he can't possible be a killer in the mafia right? Let alone the Heir to one?

╰┈➤ Pairings: Mafia San x Male Reader

╰┈➤Genre: Smut, Non-Idol Au, Mafia Au

╰┈➤ Trope info: San always knew what his life was going to, and tried not to get into outside of his circle out of protection but he couldn't help it when it came to you, but of course nothing goes plan.

╰┈➤ WC: 18.6k

╰┈➤ Networks: @cromernet @illusionnet @othersideoutlawsnetwork

╰┈➤Warnings: MDNI

╰┈➤ Ratings: 18+

╰┈➤ Taglist: @sweetinsaniiity

New World university, a place that was tricky to enter because of the long and complicated standards coming from the higher ups in the school. Your Grades not only had to be on top, but your attitude had to be clean, if you were going to be hasty you can't let it show, if you were going to be known as an enemy you had to plan things out perfectly with little of any fails. One wrong move could cost you everything. The pressure from the teachers was tense, even the best teachers had some of the hardest courses, leaving you to take notes on what was you to decide what was important to remember and what wasn't worth remembering. Another reason the books were free and if you bought one that was new, you got to keep it and do as you pleased with it, as long as you got to pass the class is all that matters.

There was one student here who seemed to never falter under the stress unlike most kids who got into here because of their parents. Choi San, known to be the top student in his classes and gym activities, offering study groups for those who were too worried to fail, but never letting them just copy his notes without fully understanding since he also made his notes impossible to fully cheat off of. He was kind, but knew what strings to pull so everyone would either listen, or leave him alone if he so wished to. His uniform always seemed brand new, not a single wrinkle or speck of dust. The cufflinks always shinning and looking polished with his pants never looking a mess, each step ringing felt like a bell for the other students to either flock around him, asking for tips and if he was busy, or if they should move out of the way and allow him to keep walking. Especially if he was in a hurry and needed to get somewhere.

His smile always either always attracted people, or made them look away. it always depended on his eyes, if they felt soft and welcoming, or if they were full of hostile, something rarely anyone ever got unless they truly were crossing a boundary, or they were involved with him outside of school. After all this was his also year, the stresses weren't as ever since he knew he was on track to graduate and would inherit things from his father as promised, given his grades and the appearance he kept up in school and could handle his father's business with little trouble despite how much time he would spend reading books and practicing other things. But today was different for him. It was a weekend, and he got asked about showing a new student around without the pressure of the other students. Which was something he agreed to, knowing the other kids could make someone's new day a problem, but it is strange to him.

They were coming at the last semester, where things get more busy between classes, test, and group activities would get more stressful to prepare for another end of the year celebration, especially for those who were graduation so it would be something they would truly enjoy and remember for years to come. Could have not have waited till next year? Or were they a transfer student? He didn't know that he arrived to the office. Slowly opening the doors to see the headmaster standing in front of a male, in the male uniform, his pack back with his scheduled in his hands, locking eyes with san as he walked in, letting the doors close behind him as he bowed softly. Standing up to show his friendly smile while walking closer.

“There he is, San this is y/n. A transfer student who did so well at their last school they were sent here to finish out the year. Can you help them find their classes and catch up on most of the lessons? I know there isn't any projects going on since those would take too long to grade.” “Why of course, it's a pleasure to meet you, y/n.”

The two bowed to each other, San standing up and being the guide and being as friendly as he usually is with the other students. Depending on the students and how they are. The lockers were something barely anyone used, and he didn't to waste their time.

“No one uses their lockers here either?”

“Depends if they have dance classes and such, since that would be a lot to carry around, is there any classes you would need this for? Though the dance class is more full and it would be hard to keep up. They take these last three months too seriously and have no room for error. Not to mention the classes have a lot of work stacked up just to make sure you can attend the graduation. They take it very serious. May I see your classes?”

Looking at the classes, San was a bit surprised to see all the classes. Even the music class, but decided not to ponder on it too much, knowing that it would give off the wrong impression for when school actually starts.

San spent most of the day waking through the halls and answering questions, his friendly smile never faltering as he kept walking, now having to go upstairs to another part of the building to the literature wing. Where the library also was and took up most of the hall since the books here were a lot to take in. Some being years old and there in attempts to keep them from fading away into nothing, more books or kids to feel more at ease and those in other languages so the kids can better their practice's and get things done at the rate they're wanting. Along with a small place to sit with drinks and rest some.

“The library is everyone's favorite place to come because of the coffee spot inside, everything is free of course. There are just some books you are only allowed to look at since they are old and crumble.”

Turning around, thinking y/n was still behind him, he was shocked to see that were looking inside of the classes. The large stair style of seats leading up and around to the center of the room. The rooms always looked bland, but inside it was always filled with tension some must keep under to keep focused on their glasses.

Shows always made places like this seem terrifying, especially for those who are new and don’t come for wealthy families. Often getting dragged into things they didn’t want to. But of course it was more than that, but y/n was determined. They got here from hard work, not doubting themselves and ready to crumble at the sigh of someone wealth just to bring them down.

“You know, some teachers are supposed to leave their classes locked on the weekend since some kids try to cheat in these classes. Surprised this one was open, I wonder if someone is here and hiding.”

Looking at the doorway, there was San leaning against the opened doorframe, his hands slowly seeping int his pockets with a curious look on his face as he looked around the room to see if anyone was there, the desk would show someone hiding since they have room for you to move your legs and set things under. Sometimes their bags sounding like bombs hitting the floor while they sat in the chairs and started to take notes of things for the day.

“It was just opened. I only saw rooms like these from movies and shows where the poor kid is out of place, but proven to have their spot here. Never thought I’d get the chance to be here myself.”

They admitted, looking at the large white board with a projector being close, but it was off to let the dim lights from the outside windows shine bright inside. It was a cloudy day so things felt more grey, but it felt more relaxed in the empty room. The shelves around the desk having books that seemed to never leave after years, only being pulled as props to use for things. Some of these books even had note markers sticking out against the hard rich wood. The tiles allowing more echoes to be heard with each footsteps, the two of them being alone in a large room. This gave San time to study them more before asking questions. The way they walked, talked, carried themselves with all the things in their hands and shoulders. He wanted to see if they were easy to crack with the pressure here. Would they truly make it out of here? Would they truly make it even a week in a place where you will always be in the light regardless of how quiet you are?

It was something that made him curious, but asking too many questions gets boring. Wanting to find out things from clues and see if he should add you to his social circle. A place where many people try to get into but almost never get in, the last person got in because they were always close with someone else who came to the school, but San wanted to make sure it would be a smart Idea to add them and not just to do as a favor. It was rare someone ever got that from him, let alone just because and if he felt like he was in a truly good mood despite this place feeling like t was crushing your sound each day you walked inside.

“Poor kid coming in the ranks of the Rich kids? Don’t those always ended up with the new kid being paired with the boy everyone is fawning over?”

He teased, watching y/n turn around and begun scanning his face once again but it was hard to. It was like they had practice how to make their face hard to read without giving it away that you were staring and trying to look, something San never wanted people to see because it would make them change. He wanted to see people in their raw colors.

It would be easier to make them crumble an even stumble on their words, he always enjoyed watching people squirm under him while he had a smile on his face the entire time. Those who saw the darkness in the smile would leave and try to keep their distance from him, but those who were still oblivious to his actions would never believe someone until it happened to them, being too late and their social status among the school would be ruined, nearly impossible to get back since San knew how to make you show how foolish you are while he stood in the back, his arms in his pocket and his innocent smiling hiding with the look in his closed eyes. With the dark expression only showing once he stopped smiling and just stared at you. He wondered, would he have to do so with you? It would be easy since no one would stand up for you if given the hard choice to. Those who would, would get cast out from the others with only you and whoever there to support you, depending on how fast you climb these deadly ladders.

“They do, it annoys me sometimes. They made you feel sorry for the poor kid despite their hard work. Why make the new kid go after someone who clearly has more control over the school and risk yourself? It’s a shark tank in places like these. And I have a feeling you’re hungry looking for food.”

The comeback made San show his curiosity, his eyebrow raised high and his mouth slightly curved into a smirk while Y/n got closer, walking past him and back into the hallway, taking in his new surroundings like the read the numbers of each class, not caring if San was trailing behind him. He wanted to come and do this alone, just to plan out places he would go into his classes. Each classroom was a battlefield, the front of the class was more for the note takers, those who were ready to answer things head on without fear, the back was for those who didn’t really want to pay attention but they were also under more watch, depending on where you sit in the middle, you are always pulled into something, and where the gaze of the teacher lands on the most. Sometimes feeling like you’re in the class's front sometimes. If you aren’t careful where you sit, things could either go well in your hand, or it could go against.

Depending on the subject, it can either be a safe place or another place where lies are thrown around in order to throw someone off just to get through the day and act like nothing else is wrong.

“Your last class is down here, extra classes are always last as a reliever.”

“That sounds like something you’d tell anyone to see if they would trust you or try to cling to you as a shield if they shared the same classes with you so you have something to do. Headmaster Lee was very vocal about his views of you and how sad he will be when you graduate because it has now raised his standards for the next person.”

Each word was planned carefully before being told out loud, this was just an introduction to the battlefield of the new school. Trusting someone so soon, giving in because of how they looked was a death wish and you would be left to dry in the sun till you were dried up with nothing left. 2 months doesn’t feel so fast during the day where it feels like there is no end to it. Mainly if the place feels like it’s doing nothing but taking your soul and leaving you with nothing with a smile on its face while you struggle to reach the light you had clung to.

San had a smirk on his face, locking eyes with y/n before they descended the stairs, walking through a large corridor, each side having floor and ceiling lengths windows to show the gardens and outside places to sit and eat. These places were for show, a place where you would be watched and judge for the things you did in such open spaces where people could see you and judging you from the inside, knowing you couldn’t hear what they were saying unless they wanted to. These places were a no-go, people would pester you about why were you there and wanted to know what you were hiding, but if they couldn’t find you, there was no point on starting a rumor because it could always be proven false and that would damage your reputation, losing those some had tried to hard to get close to only to sit there and prove themselves.

“Took notes from the shows and movies you watched I see. Wish some kids here took those shows into thought but it’s hard to do that when your worried about others things.”

“If you don’t live up to the part, your shark food. I have better things to do then play someone's game just because their bored with nothing better to do.”

Keeping their head up high, San walked past them to show them the music room, it was large as well. A place for someone to sing alone in booths, checking their pages, notes and such, somewhere for the choir to sing and those to practice and play their instruments for their own reasons. The walls were more lively with some lights and beanbags to help this place feel more relaxed, almost like they were trying to lure you in like a siren does before taking a bite. It was fitting since the choir here was named New World: Sirens. They would lure you in with their voices, movements, everything they could think of before tearing you apart and enjoying it like nothing else would happen to them. They were undefeated, and untouchable after all. No need to pull anything considered drastic, they had each other back and there was nothing anyone else could do. Even if they wanted to or if they weren’t considered being careful enough with their words and actions. But this was the main place San had control over, knowing if he wanted to sing to someone they would melt with such ease it would be like pouring water into a puddle, watching it expand and each ripple showing someone’s bright dreams becoming nothing more than a shell under his hands. And he wanted to see if they could live, after all they were already swimming so easily.

San watched as Y/n walked around the room, looking at each setup, everything was perfect. To the stands to the way some pencils were left with no dust or scratches on anything. The floor being cleaned enough to show your reflection and shine with the lights, the windows and doors being clean enough to see both inside and outside but the sound proofing making it hard for anyone to hear. The only doors that you couldn’t see through were the private booths for you to sit in and focus. But that doesn’t make them a place of interest. But, this was a place San held dear, he would make sure it was respected.

“I’m stepping into a landmine. This is your place, you got too excited walking do the door instead of telling me where to go.”

Turning around, the two locked eyes but San was more-so standing behind y/n, just waiting for them to turn around just so they could stare at each other while he leaned in closer, his head titling to the side like a curious cat who wanted to know what you would say or do in this situation but also kept his face confusing to read.

“No, this is our personal field, if we’re going off of the things you’ve said. But I like to call it a dance floor, we’ll dance till graduation, if I see you there.”

“Thanks for the doubts, that just makes it more to tango with you along with everyone else, clearly.”

San had led you back to the main entrance, the headmaster waiting so he could do the rest of his things with San there to help in case he had forgotten anything so far, thought it was highly unlikely. San lasses given your stance on most things, figured you could handle the new work and get things done and catch up. After all where is the fun if your given an advantage already?

Each quick step was like a snap of a finger. The seats were filling up quickly with students as they pulled out their notebooks for the first class of the day, math. San had made the choice of sitting next to you, his bag being heavy with his notebooks as he looked at your setup. Small and thin sticky notes that seemed to be labeled, the last pages seemed to be filled and nearly confusing, But you knew where everything was and that was all that mattered. Your pens were used for each class, Any form of blue was used for this class. San was scanning everything while being careful, knowing he shouldn’t speak as the professor walked in. Very little greetings since this class was always filled with information and missing it was fatal in any sense. The desk felt cold but soon it was be a test of listening carefully and if you could write fast enough, leaving things in while also asking questions.

“Where is the new student, I need to know if they need more notes before catching up?”

Opening the attendance book, the professor was scanning the class before seeing y/n raise his hands while already having writing things in the notebook, sitting somewhat in the front with san being next to him, His face content while everyone's else was now on the professor, some quickly gazing over to y/n just to see who the new kid was and if they should bother to ask, but with how fast the teacher was typing and getting ready to have the lessons taught, there was no time. If you wanted to talk, you were on your own for anything related to the class since people could always hear something different and needed time to let the information sink in before anything else.

“I’m caught up in this theory, if you want proof I have most of my old notes to scan to make sure and if anything is missing, I’d like to know.”

Ignoring all the stares, holding the book and walking down the steps to hand the professor his notebook, she was already holding her hand out before looking at the past notes, her eyes scanning each page that was flipped and filled with clean notes and marked. But what surprised everyone was when she was done and her gaze was looking at san, known to be her smartest student and was quick to have things solved like these were the easiest questions to solve.

“He’s a little ahead of you and given the grades at his last school, he’s tied with you, san. Back to your seat, you can talk about this outside of my classroom.”

Sitting back down, y/n gave a quick look seeing the curious look on his face with his trusted pen in his hands. A smirk nearly showing while he was curious before the lecture began, the professor writing and talking fast. One hand flipping pages in the textbook she was going off of with the questions while the other was writing on the whiteboard, explaining things before turning around with her finger pointed to someone in the class, this being how she would make kids answer questions and if they weren’t quick enough, they would feel the stares and pressure from others about being more careful next time for her. After all this was now the end of the year, things were only going to get more stressful before they got better. She would save san for last, but she wanted to see how y/n would answer the questions and how quickly. Every question was a test, each reaction being the answer.

“Y/N, does x equal a while number or a decimal, and if a decimal how many far back?”

“Decimal, 5.76824, rounding would make it 5.8 or would make it 6 if you didn’t want the decimal in the answers spot, professor.”

His head never leaving his notepad unless he heard his name, his hand moving quickly like he was cutting something and making sure nothing was wrong while trying to solve the question before getting called on, Knowing if he fell behind he would be ruined before the end of the day even got close, let alone lunch if San would continue to be a constant presence. Each word was like showing just how fast you will go, some would have two notebooks just so they could have one that's messy, with some points to get the messages across and then go back in their second one to make things look more organized and easier to read, since most of these test will always be no-note, unless the teacher wants to see who will do so, but it was almost always a test to see who was unsure of their answers, to see who will get more information from other students in order to get the answers they were searching for.

The professor knew this was going to be an interesting class, two smart students sitting next to each other, it wasn't a peace offering it was a tactic to see what they could learn from each other. Taking a piece from the other but making sure no one could figure that out. As long as the teacher didn't see a distraction it was fair game, get the work done, turn in the work at the end of the time and get ready for something more compact and makes you question more and more. It was a battle between the pair, each of them answering clearly but quickly and making sure they never stuttered. That would create an opening for teasing and the teacher wanting to make sure that you trusted your answer before choosing someone else, losing your advantage on the playfield.

What was worse was the class length, it was nearly 2 hours of pressure and nonstop writing with more notes flying around before the professor let out a loud clap. It made everyone look up and stop writing, some set down things and this must mean that it's time to stop. To relax some before the next class, maybe looking through notes and having conversations that seemed playful but were also holding more meaning, but making it hard for anyone else to try to listening without getting caught. If you were going to be interested, you had to play the cards right, whispers flew around the room, no one really getting ready but there thing different from the room.

Looking over, San was still staring, but it was more so like he was waiting for you to look in his direction, his eyes were hiding a message no one else could truly know. Was he curious about you? Did he want to throw more test your way just to make things more difficult? No, it would be pointless given the classes and his own life. He has things to collect from people, people to hunt down to get answers from and overall things to organize and show he can handle things himself. After all, he was born and raised in a life like this, how could he not have things figured out on his own with little help. Making sure he owed no one in the end and he had his debts and what not handled before anyone could hear about it and try to use it against him. Which was never a smart Idea, but he always seemed to enjoy it when to came to people, but that was always a question and saved for later.

There was no needs for words to be spoken, the two were just looking at each other, ignoring all the others before trying to come up with what words to say. Like starting a new game of chess. Debating on which piece to move first and how will one of each other try to figure this out for themselves.

“It's a shame you came in the last three months to graduate.”

He started, no one was truly listening, those who would, would've given it away that they were listening in on the conversation, it would then have to be switched around in order to keep people away. But what made San more curious was a slight smirk on his face, why were you smirking at him? Was he missing something more? But what could It be? It was hard to get san to miss anything unless it was true, someone slipped past him and he was just now realizing it.

“Telling you now would be a giveaway. And that would make things more complicated, hyung.”

After getting things packed away just before the bell had rang, Y/n slowly stood up from the chair. Fixing his dark red uniform since it had wrinkled some when sitting down and left the room. Leaving san there in a daze but also with a mission, it was clear you knew something he didn’t know. And that was something most teachers didn’t even have against him, so how was it possible that you had something on him? What did you know about yourself that he didn’t know?

It was pointless to ponder; he had classes to attend, battles to win and more pieces to move around in order to corner people and enjoy watching them squirm from under him. And clearly, he had to put more thoughts into you. Gathering his things and standing, he was quick to walk out and leave to his next class, knowing that you were going to the next one but the question is where would you sit? You were new, right? They always made new students sit close to the front, making sure you move quickly and without fail. But of course he couldn’t be too obvious, people would see that and slip in through his cracks, pulling at certain things and enjoying finally making the most terrifying person crumble. Something he would never let you see within the walls of the school. Then again, no one would ever get this chance and there was no room for you to get inside.

Walking to his next class, scanning the room to see you sitting right next to his seat yet again. His seat wasn’t in the front, it was in the back since this was a class he hated to answer in. Science was always more confusing, but he knew he was passing it simply because he took in all the notes he could, this was the class where kids would have extra notebooks just to make extra notes in more of a neater way, along with the library, making sure he got the right lesson and basically wrote things to make more notes and notecards just to quiz himself. But he was more glad he was about to be done with this class and not have to worry about it anymore. But he knew for appearance, he had to keep it up just to get through the classes. Walking to the lab table slowly, staring at you with question piling in his head, but it was pointless to ask now. What answers would he get?

In a place like this, ears were everywhere, wanting to pick up every little piece and make sure no stone was left unturned for this. Sitting down in his chair, he wanted to sigh, but he knew this class was full of seniors and it was more relaxed since everyone was already stressed as is, the last time this class went full on to make sure seniors could party the results were alarming and were damaging the school's reputation. So for those close to fully leaving, this was more known as a relaxation period. Which was surprising to y/n, a class like this for them? But there was no time to be asking questions no time to give in to something else but a time to prepare, next was history. And that class always focused on the darker side of history that some schools can't teach because of how graphic it can be. Which is why they also rarely have any projects since it would require research that would gain questions from parents and more peers outside, can't have that with a school like this. The funding would be cut, teachers would be less and the quality would disappear, something no one wanted to happen and would make sure nothing else would.

“I will say this again for the new student it seems. This class is used as a break period. We covered everything for the year and the district hasn't approved for a large project given the workload of the other classes. Unless you want to give the class something to do.”

Y/n was quick to shake their head, this classroom was already painful to truly learn everything. You needed to draw things, label them correctly so you would understand and remember them before having to actually write the notes down, drawing things already took so long if you wanted to get things to look right, leave the right labels and make sure the notes that were detailed enough to hold all the right information without fail or complicating things. Overall, this class would make someone wish it was never here, but of course some people needed it for their jobs and majors. San was here to show he can run things on his own without slipping, softly tugging on strings he had wrapped around his fingers before just tugging them in the right way he needed to. And that always made it fun for him, something he took joy in but would never show it unless his dad was around, but it made him wonder, what was y/n in here for?

What was their dream that they needed to get something from here in order to do so? He had such little time, yet so many questions. He felt himself looking over like it was out of habit, staring at yn as they were re-working on some notes to make sure things were making sense for him. After all once the last three weeks come to play, there will be nothing but test, and if he joins the music class seriously, singing till his that hurt since the final will be a duo. Two people having to agree on singing something and make sure they were singing fully with no mistakes, and if there were any, to make sure that no one knew they had messed up. But he wanted to wait till the last class in order to ask, knowing if he tried now people would try. And besides there would be booths no one could go into without permission and some areas made for small and private conversations. Since lunch here was still packed and busy, conversations would overlap with each other, some kids trying to stay silent in order to get more information about people or their classes.

How were you keeping Choi san, the dream student of the school with a twisted mind, now being curious about you?

San was pissed, something he was good at hiding but sometimes depending on the situation. But he could keep a bright and happy smile and appearance in front of everyone around him while he was walking to his classes, going through the motions since most of it was more so taking notes and with their English class, it was more so reading, taking notes since this test would be the second hardest compared to the math test they knew would take the longest time. Now back to why he was pissed on the inside. He couldn't find you when it was lunchtime, he looked in some of the most obvious places and some places that most kids couldn't find out. But you were gone, only to reappear in the last class of the day, you looked more refreshed, relaxed and ready to finish the day off singing. When he walked in he saw you talking with the professor, your eyes filled with excitement, like you just returned to an old place of ours.

He stared at you while being the last one to close the class door, he usually would talk to the professor about what song to sing with someone or if he would have to do by himself, pushing himself to make sure he could cover two parts into one to fit within his registry. But the professor looked over and motioned him over, he was quick to move over with his bag on both shoulders, since the bag was heavy with books, supplies and sometimes some other things for this class. Here, he would bring his tablet in order to find songs to sing and focus on his pitch to make sure things were in tune.

“I was hoping you would be here soon, I'm sure you've yn, do you remember them from freshman year? You two were so close!”

San looked visibly shocked at the teacher, his eyes widening some while he looked at the two of them, his face showing confusion as he tried to scan his mind to see if it was true. It would explain why you seemed to know your way around the school, but if that were the case wouldn’t the headmaster have said something? Or were they just waiting to see if he would figure it out on his own? But this was a class free from the war zones of outside. After all, music brings people together and shouldn't be sued to tear people down like paper being cut with scissors in a quick or painful manner. Maybe therefore he felt himself being curious, you looked and sounded familiar, but times had changed in those years you were gone, and things seemed to come back up to the surface, a fight not all are prepared to do.

“They went here in freshman year? It must've slipped my mind with all the studying I and homework, forgive me y/n, it didn't seem to click just yet for me.”

Bowing softly, his mind was racing once again, this would explain how you just vanished during lunch time, despite his other friend's finally being able to talk to him after classes, he wanted to bring you over just to see if you could handle the group, to see if the roughness of them and the teasing would break you or if you could handle it with these last three months, since they show off sometimes and they can wear their mask to well and pull stings as if they were keys on the piano, barely any pressure to watch you lose everything you've built up to this point. Yet here he was, staring at you while all the memories slowed pour back in, like a flood coining in after a door was opening, well not entirely in that manner but it was enough to keep him distracted some. But he had to keep himself together, even though this was the last class that doesn't mean the adults outside will have the calm stance they have now till they all truly leave the school.

“Well, I brought this up because I knew you were still looking for a partner before the final comes up. I think pairing you two would work, y/n says since they had to leave before the 2nd year, they would still practice their singing. I think it would create something no one has yet to see.”

The two looked at each other. San remembering how he would hear you singing during lunch, you'd leave the door slightly cracked to hear if someone was coming inside and if you needed to stay quiet so they could leave or listen to secrets. Coming to him the next day as a friend with more tea because you wanted to stay with him and his friend group because you loved talking with them during lunch. Everyone would share their food and drinks at their special spot so no one would try to butt in on conversations where they weren't welcomed. How San and the others would always try to sit next to you and would be known as the smart group.

People always tried to have study groups with any of you just to get the best notes, the best scores and overall answers they needed when the teacher would leave and say they could give out things, or if the teacher would even have the share notes for students to compare and get things done. San was sad when he heard you had to leave when summer was over, he wanted to help you. Offer money in case your family was struggling or even offer you a place to stay with him, but you took it as a chance to explore.

To see things outside and maybe they would come back. San was so hopefully that you would've come back to him, he wanted to catch up with you, to see how things were and get the others to be with you so everyone could sit down again. All these memories made him smile, a genuine and rare smile almost no one outside of his friends ever got to see since most of the time his smile would always have something dark. But now he was standing here, he had secrets he couldn't offer to tell you, more blood on his hands than you could wash off with acid. Seeing you smile, like you were waiting for this moment since you had limited time and dragging it out was pointless. But what made him question more was why did you have to come back on a scholarship.

Your parents were wealthy they could send you here and pay for each semester like it was pocket change. But suddenly you had to leave, he wondered what was your family situation, but you two were no longer that close, the two of you had grown in that time frame and there are things that will slowly come to the surface, but he wanted to see your reaction to the man behind that smile. Who would gladly bite you till you stopped fighting him.

“Thank you professor, I think we can make that work. Can we use one of the private rooms?”

Seeing the pure joy on his face, the professor allowed the two of you to walk to a room. Knowing nothing would happen since the glass would show, even though pixelated, it was still easy to see if someone was doing something they shouldn't be doing. The room had red soft walls with a wooden carving to show a floating couch, with some stands, music equipment, chargers and everything they could have needed. Y/n looking around before being pulled into a warm hug, San gave it without thinking, his shoulders seemed to wrap around you like he was protecting you from something but he just wanted to keep you close. Being startled some, but you slowly hugged him back, this was still the same San that would run after you at lunch to give you a hug because he couldn't do so during the morning. This hug was tighter than the other but you still had room to breathe, which was something he always wanted to do the day you left, the night he didn't get to call you because you told him calling would be weird, you were in a new place and everything, your text were rare to the point either of you got to text each other because of the differences. And now here you were, standing in front of him and got your way back here, he remembered your promise before leaving.

“You Really kept your promise to graduate here? Why did you even have to leave if you were so attached to it? I would've gladly got you a place settled so you could’ve stayed closer to us!”

Pulling away and looking down at your smiling face, like you just caught him being excited over a joke or something he truly liked. His voice carrying it while you held onto his arms, balancing yourself since after all, he wasn't that small boy anymore who could barely hug you without looking small; he was larger now. He had grown up and became someone that was almost hard to recognize until you spent more classes with him, it slowly clicked for the both of you.

“Money problems is all, and extended family but I planned on keeping my promise. I didn't want to just be handed things, you know?”

Your tone made him worry, but he kept his mask on. You sounded like you didn't want top fully say the truth, which hurt because he missed you and wanted to know why his best friend had to actually leave. He wanted to ask you, to keep pressing till he got the answers but that would expose you to things he wasn't ready to show you. After all you still had the others to meet again, to hear the excited screams, the hugs, the questions, the meetups. You had everything to get used to, and no was not an option, even if they had to meet you at your place, unless you could score the dorm, those were always the hardest to get into because of what they truly were, they were like apartment with the size and everything, but it would still feel cozy.

“Oh, you have to walk with me to see the others. Wooyoung would point you out quicker than seonghwa-hyung would! Please?”

“Have I ever been able to say no too you? Without a pout of all things?”

San gave you a pout, just to show that despite everything it still reminded the same before he got excited once again, Wooyoung would wait for him by the hallway just to walk with him telling him things from his classes before everyone would meet up and go to San's new house, where they would all get all of their homework done, play games and such before they all had to head home, something san would dread because he enjoyed having his friends over but he also wanted to see the others reaction to you coming back.

But it was enough of that, you two had to figure out what this song was going to be, san going through some samples of tempos he had, wanting to see your honest opinion, not what you think he wanted to hear and he knew he would trust you with that. Your face would say it all before the words could come out of your mouth and be coated, he weaned the raw truth so he could improve and not be distracted into thinking they were good since you two would have to perform this in front of the school as a final, and the college was a large place despite everything, so it needed to outshine the others in some for.

He wanted to work on this more, but he knew wooyoung would barge in before he could get another thing in before he could save everything into his computer, something he was slowly doing with these last 10 minutes while talking to you, his smile showing brightly while hiding his eyes. But his dimples would show and it was honestly just the cutest sight for you to personally see ever.

“Be warned, wooyoung still loves to jump when he's excited so please be ready. He's not a small either.”

“Oh god that scares me for Jongho, did anyone else grow?”

“That's for you to find out.”

San laughed with pure joy as the two of you walked out of the class, being a bit late since san had got gotten up with talking with you and nearly forgetting his computer in the room with his bag. Keeping his hands in his pocket, he spotted wooyoung before you did, seeing him push back his curly black hair with his eyes looking around for him, his lip piercing shinning in the light as he smiled at san, getting ready to run till he saw San pull you in front of him. At first wooyoung slowed down some till he saw that smile, he knew that smile anywhere and it made him gasp before taking off. San staying there to act as a boulder as Wooyoung picked you up, squealing despite people looking over as he hugged you tightly. His smile wide and forgetting that the two of you were still carrying bags with books too heavy, yet he picked you up like it was nothing.

“oH MY GOD SANNIE! WHEN DID YN-INNIE GET HERE?”

“They just got back here today. I almost didn't notice! Can you believe that?”

Wooyoung was so happy he was still jumping at the sound of your laughter before setting you down, scanning you over with his hands in a tight grip.

“Oh, my god you still look the same! Quick quick we've got to go Seonghwa is going to be so happy to see you he might let no one else hug you!”

Wooyoung grabbed both of your hands and ran to the front entrance. Since most of the students were gone given their classes and such, making it through with ease and not bumping into people till he saw Yeosang standing by the door, looking confused why Wooyoung was dragging san with someone else. The person seeming to struggle as wooyoung got closer, seeing Yeosang slowly blink while fixing his tie. His hair was a mess because he usually had gym last, getting a nice run and workout in with jongho, who would usually leave early since his car was known to be the biggest despite one of the older ones wanting to drive most of the time.

“Yeosang! It's Y/N! Look at him!”

“Good lord you're arms have gotten bigger what did you do-"

After looking at you for a while, listening to your tone that's when Yeosang smiled before hugging you, San stood there in the back a little, watching him hug you the same way he did. He knew yeosang missed you, everyone did, but there was something burning inside him as he watched you smile at them, it wasn't jealousy, why would he be jealous at the person his friends adored more than anything here? Maybe it was because he wasn't sure if this was real or not. Maybe he wanted to see if he was dreaming and when he opened the door to see the others, he would wake up in his room and want to throw things, but why did this not feel like a dream?

You were catching up with the others while you walked outside; he saw the shocked look on your face when you saw Min-gi and Yunho. They had grown taller, towering over everyone just by standing but the two had a name that you used to call them, since everyone called them twin towers you would call them the tall duo, a name they only got used to you calling them and when they hear it. They were more than happy to see you. They particularly picked you up off the ground when they got close to you, their cheered of excitement after years of no longer seeing you or hearing you call their names burning something inside of them. They were happy to see you while The parents of the group came over, hongjoong being the first to hug you before seonghwa practically picked you up like a mother happy to see their kid after so long.

You guys would joke that seonghwa was your adoptive mother, but he never denied the claim since it was just how he watched with the others and san was right. It really took a while before he fully let you go. Looking around at everyone with wide eyes as if he couldn't believe you were actually there in his arms but he knew jongho was excited when he finally got close enough, knowing there was only one person who would be held like that in the group, he stilled looked the small but it was clear he had more muscles to him just like san did, if not all the others. Despite the uniforms being tight they all still gave you a hug like nothing was stopping them.

Hongjoong however, stayed back towards san, seeing his gaze never leaving you despite how you were trying to answer questions without giving too much away. He still had to know, why did you have to leave in the first place? Why didn't you take his offer to grow with the and learn of him sooner? Now he had to show you things he didn't think you would like as of now. But it wasn't like he was losing you again. He lost you once already, how was he supposed to lose you again and simply be fine with it?

“Your staring too deep at him, san.”

Hearing hongjoong's voice brought him back, his eyes slowly claiming down as he shifted his attention to hongjoong, looking down to meet his gaze while standing still, blocking out the noises. Hongjoong had the look of he wanted to talk, but they had to stay quiet, although it was easy because everyone was trying to ask questions while making sure you weren't hurt during their excitement runs and hugs.

“They vanished after the last day of summer, came back on a scholarship and seemed to just…blend back in like nothing happened. I'm happy he's back, I truly am but.”

“You want answers why they left. You missed them the most, you'd stare at old pictures to the point if you didn't you'd lose your mind. And clearly, their hiding something.”

“Maybe their family was running low on money?”

“Think san. You knew everyone's parents and their struggles, there was one pair of parents you hated because they acted high and mighty as if they never had children. And you taught them a lesson like your Appa told you to.”

San's face fell for a moment, but it came back with something dark in his eyes. Something hongjoong knew not even he could protect you from or the others could. He knew exactly how to get you to stay this time, by his side and nowhere else.

Despite his efforts to try to get you to stay with him tonight, San truly didn’t want you walking by yourself. He had to see where you lived since it was clear it wasn’t around here anymore, so what did he do? He let the driver take you, knowing there were camera's in the car and trackers to see where you were going. Knowing that during the last hug he gave you, where he almost didn't let you go, he kept one on you just so he could see and hear everything that was happening. Knowing he needed to be careful for your sake.

He got you to come to his house so everyone could catch up, like old times and the living room was actually filled with laughter again and not just plans of other things. For a moment, it felt like you never left till you did once again, but this time he got to watch you leave. He got to see you sitting in the car, staring out the window before having to stop in front of apartment buildings that looked unsettling to say the least. San was watching you, in his own darkroom with a cup of water in his hands, it looked like it was moments away from breaking but he tried not to, knowing he would've had to be explained to his dad why his hand was bleeding because of the glass.

He watched you walk inside the place your parents sounding tired, but they were happy to see you were okay, but you didn't tell the where you went, something San picked up because you would even call them in front of his parents so they knew where you were, but you didn't even do that unless he wasn't paying attention. You greeted them, helped them with some things like dishes, getting the laundry from the basement and looking for jobs,

So hongjoong was right, he made your parents pay their actions years ago, but he never knew you were their son. If he did, he would’ve made a deal much earlier, I mean he could always do that now, but he wanted to do so when you were finished with school, knowing he could show you things slowly at a time, planning everything while knowing he now had to see you outside of school. He sat there in his room, messing with drink slightly while sitting back in his chair, knowing he had a phone call to make but it would always come later, he enjoyed using a voice changer to mess with those who crossed him because who would believe that a college student about to graduate at the top of his classes, would do things in such a nature?

Nearly no one if they saw him outside, but those who saw past the act knew better and sometimes they wouldn't be able to tell others of what they had to witness or they would be silenced as well. But he wanted to see your reaction, not now. He watched you take off the uniform and hang it on the closet door, your room looking so cramp but you made it your own with what you could. The way it was set up he could watch you sleep while tuning out the other noises around him, something he was thankful for because he truly wanted to focus on you.

He heard you shower, knowing he would never look there and never wanted to, if he would look he wanted to see if for himself. And that would come with time, of course, knowing he had a couple strings to pull beforehand. But for now, he was just watching you rest, the way your face relaxed while holding onto a blanket, he remembered that one. He gave it to you as a joke one day because you were freezing when everyone went to an outside movie and sat in the car, turning it off so the gasses wouldn't make people cough and he held you under it. He watched you fall asleep. He wanted to go there and sleep next to you, but he knew better. The place you now had to live in was somewhere he owned, where he would send people to be watched and struggle to climb back up to the ladder.

He wanted to give you a way out, but that would give you an illusion that would be shattered quickly with one stare. How would he even explain he knows your situation? He watched you; you were tossing and turning like you were trying to keep bad memories away; he was listening for footsteps to see if anyone was coming and if they were, he would have a building manger come in and remove the person. Even if you screamed for it, there was nothing anyone could do to stop him. He wondered, what were you thinking of in a situation like this? What were you thinking of after all these years, it felt longer than it truly was?

Staring at his screen, his mind was racing with thoughts and questions but they were cut short when he felt someone's hand on his shoulder. It made him jump in his chair, thinking all of his friends had left but Hongjoong stayed back. He had a look in his eyes that was a mix of darkness but comfort. This meant they had a job to do, another test San had grown used to doing after everything was done, since this would be the nights he would have in case someone were to push his buttons.

“I had a talk with your parents, San.”

“Is about another partner since the last one didn't stick for long. I warned them she was bluffing.”

Hongjoong had a smirk on his face while sitting down, pulling up a spare chair with his legs crossed. Even though he was still in his school uniform, knowing he would have a hard day tomorrow since it was just the middle of the week, there were still things that needed to be figured out and such but also long nights that had to be settled before they leaked into the next day or longer than needed to be. San was used to having to be up a little later and waking up earlier, sometimes during lunch or in his second class and use it for a nap. Feeling better till lunch got there and he could now fully keep up and make sure he had things ready for the others classes for the day. Some days were easier than the others, but his music class was a daily thing.

It was a joy he had and would sometimes go to that room on the weekends when he was free before having to go back to his other work, knowing that was being taken on more dangerous and involved missions that would make him learn more about his choices and how to wear the sheep skin so well not even other sheep could tell he was a wolf. Something he enjoyed doing, but the one who could truly pull more strings was Hongjoong, he was in this world before his parents even dipped their toes into it. Knowing if he wanted to do things without the threat of money, he got into and build things up from scratch, working with San's father to make sure he would have a team he could rely on, and so he created one with his own hands and enjoyed watching it grow more and more than the days went on, turning two weeks, months and now years each time he thinks about.

Hongjoong was always known for the way he can smirk, a face full sunshine before seeing the smirk that could show just a peak of darkness that was brewing inside of him, sometimes people would be surprised at the things he says, sometimes questioning why he would say such things but he would just find ways to denture the conversation and acting like nothing had ever happened. It was something he honed till now.

“Your dad saw the look on your face when he heard that name. He looked at you thinking you had moved on, but given the questions you were trying to ask, he knew you were going for them, and that you might start adopting children, since you always wanted to have a family of your own.”

“Either adopting or a surrogate, either way, though adoption sounds better. I don't want someone trying to claim my children at the end of the term saying they grew attached. Then things would get more complicated.”

“Unless you made it clear where they stood, some always need that terrifying push to see you're serious about it. But that is a talk between the two of you, my question for you is, how do you plan on keeping them here. Scouters will come for that final and offer deals, some are always out of state, if y/n picks one out of there, since if they picked one here, you'd been able to pull more strings even if they went on tours.”

San looked at the screen one more time, seeing you resting on your bed as comfortable as you could get before turning back to Hongjoong. He had a planning look, and hongjoong knew what it truly meant, he was planning things and he was going to make it work, no matter how hard you would fight to get away from him.

Unknown Number: You know, trying to hide in the classrooms, or even behind your little knight in shinning armor won’t always save you. Even the brightest people, have the darkest secrets. You should know better than that, y/n.

Y/N: You really must have nothing better to do. This is childish.

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Unknown number: You should focus now. You Can’t afford to fail now can you?

The text didn’t happen for almost a month; you had gotten used to being around san and the others again, keeping your housing situation a secret still while enjoying your time with them. Going to lunch and even having the study sessions again. Even sitting around and would sing with each other and help make sure everything was good for the pair. Hongjoong being the most help with the sounds and production help and an outside opinion since sometimes you think it would sound good, but having help from someone who can tell the difference and the song you're going for, it easy to do.

“San, you need to let it sink a bit lower for this next part. So the emotion is there and carries through. Run it again from the last stop.”

San gave a thumbs up, he was wearing his favorite hoodie and sweats, his hands in his pockets with the headphones on his ears. Looking back over to you, smiling softly while you sat your phone down, wanting to forget the messages you’ve been receiving. Some classes were done with their finals, the only two that were more pressuring were math and singing. Math was soon, but you had to be confident in your answers and having someone who had your number, sending you picture of places you were at, even somewhere you were looking around and didn’t see anyone was a shocker.

Watching san and listening to him, it was clear he took time with it, his eyes were closed while he took in hongjoong's advice as carefully as he could. You had finished your sessions for the day, getting closer to the end of the song but trying to make sure everything else would tie in perfectly. It made you wonder could you tell them what was happening? Would that have changed anything if you did? You were told not to, along with an attachment of your parents sitting in the cramped living room, oblivious to someone taking pictures with cameras no one could find. You even looked with everything you had but couldn’t find anything and yet you still get pictures sent as a reminder. Whoever this person is, wherever they are, they’re always watching you, at first you thought it was one of the boys.

But the pictures you’re getting, how could it be one of them when in some pictures all of you are together. How could it be one of them if everyone is busy together and not even paying attention? But trying to think about it was pointless. You have better things to worry about, more things to stress about and eventually, leaving this place for getting out of the family drama you were being pulled into and force to live through. The facade your parents tried to live for so long was now ruined because they took a leap too early when they weren’t ready to take it. It was a mess, and you wanted to start over, singing is something that could get you out if you reached out far enough. Wanting to start all over but it was hard. What was gonna happen now?

Unknown Number: Sitting there zoning out about me will do nothing for you.

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Unknown number: Getting out of state will be impossible for you, but you can keep trying though, you’ll meet him soon~

Each text was like a taunting shiver, as if the person was there just enjoying you squirm and shiver. Even now with the zoned out look on your face, San looked over and the mic was hiding the smirk on his face, knowing the messages were the reason you were having trouble looking focused and interested in anything that you were involved in. But he hid that smirk so well it was almost like nothing could happen to him, watching you look over your shoulder while trying to hurry to the next class, only to look at his phone and see the messages and wonder why was this happening? This school takes things like this seriously and yet they haven’t been able to find the person who's behind these, making him question everyone around him, yet san was your safety net, like always. He’d do his best to distract you while getting you to laugh, his smile always wore off on you which would make it harder to even stay paranoid or even mad at something's. But sometimes you wondered, what happened when you left.

There’s no way he stayed the same, it was clear he didn’t and sometimes you wish the music teacher didn’t give you away so you could’ve learned more about him before being exposed, but you also weren’t sure if he actually had this class or he was being silly just to mess with you. But clearly things were happening, and the professor wanted to see what would happen with the two of you paired up, knowing it was to create more doors, unless she knew how San would act, regardless. Having you trapped in a corner with puppet strings and no matter how hard you were tugging, trying to get out there was nothing y/n could do to get free from him. Even with a careful tug, there was barely anything yn could do against this person, this force that wanted to mess with you. Maybe this was just a prank to get you on edge as the transfer for the last quarter. But either way it can’t break you, not this close to the finish line.

Slowly blinking, you see San giving you a concerning look while standing in front of you, kneeling down while holding your hands in a soft and caring embrace. This was taking a toll on you, he knew that just by how often you’d look nervous every time you grabbed your phone, looking at it before going the app or song you wanted to play as a distraction when you were alone. It was time for a break, after all you two were doing great and not everything had to be finished, but you two also needed to get ready for the final. Math was tomorrow, and it was going to be annoying, clearly this person would do nothing, after all when you had your finals you would get nothing in return, not till afterwards since hearing any phones would cause you to fail, something you couldn’t afford to lose today and took every precaution needed in order to do so.

“Here, let’s get you something to eat, I brought snacks just in case we stayed here too long.”

Not wanting to argue with him, the two of you sat down to eat, Hongjoong looking at the two of you through the reflection of the screens, watching San feed you like he used to, telling jokes whenever he could with that bright smile on his face. His eyes even smiling with him as he did so like he always used to. He always knew how to make you smile, leaving was hard, how could anyone else make you this happy by barely trying other than being himself? It was like each day he was getting to be closer and closer. He knew you wanted to explore, to leave and sing your heart out for those around you to enjoy while leaving this place behind. Who knows, maybe he could visit you and you two could keep talking like nothing was wrong even with different time zones. But there wasn't much he could do, and you knew it was making him sad.

You came back only to leave again? To follow your dreams and shine with him in the corner with the others, who knows maybe the two of you could have a collaborate one day and blow the charts and make it enjoyable. But that was forb the future in later days but the two of you had to build up the foundations before getting there. Hongjoong wrapping up the things for the day, knowing the song was done, you two had recorded things in the spare time and slowly got to put things together for the recording since most people would want to hear the actual recording compared to the two of you singing it live. He knew during that day; he didn’t have much time before the graduation party, which he was making sure you were attending since it was traditional and you two would talk about this for hours on end before anything else. He was curious about it since sometimes the theme would have you dressing up either in a fancy way or even a silly way if they liked your year enough, but this year it was just however you wanted to dress. If you wanted to dress fancy, it was completely fine for you to, but if not then you didn’t have to and it was fine.

“Here, I can walk you home or to the stop if you want me to. Hongjoong can send me the rest of the song and we can send it to the professor and focus on our math final, then after that maybe we can practice more?”

“Well, I don't have a suit for graduation, but I also can't afford one but don't want to show up out of place with the rest of you. I know seonghwa, even if he tries to wear down he will still show up looking great.”

“Then how about we just go do that and then we can figure out the rest of things later? I still have the keys and card so we can just look around and pick what you like?”

“Sounds like a plan to me, I know exactly what I want to wear, I think.”

San smiled at you, holding your hand while he walked to the door, turning back to hongjoong just for a second, wanting to make sure he was doing the right to think and he could see the look on hongjoong's face. He had that knowing look some of the hair falling in front of his face with a smile showing how dark it was. He knew San would have questions later at the end of this, but he also knew that San had to wait before checking on anything so he trusted his captain to make sure things were to his liking, along with wooyoung and yeosang since they would hang around him the most and wanted to make sure things were looking good enough before the big day, san still had to plan out everything before the big day and that day was making him so nervous because anything could happen and it would only make things harder for you, not for him it would just make things more annoying because he already had to make a speech. You hated the mafia; he learned that and since he was about to run it, you would hate him but he will take it.

“Where do you want to go for this? A lot of places around here are having sales going on so it would be pretty hard,”

“There is only once store I trust and if it's gone I'm letting seonghwa out stage me.”

He couldn't help the laugh that came out as he helped you inside of the car, the shop you loved was still there, genderless clothes were always something you and seonghwa had in common, wanting to wear clothes and feel like yourself without the pressure of others looking or making things weird just by stares but what was going to stop the two of you? Maybe San could match with the two of you But it was all up to him for how that would go, you would not make him match with you, if not that was fine, you were there to have fun after everything, not out stage anyone as a last push comes to shove.

The drive there was filled with singing other songs you would play on the speaker, seeing if San knew these or if you could surprise him with songs he hasn't heard before, which was hard in itself since he enjoyed listening to a lot of music when no one was paying attention or questioning him. So finding songs he didn't know was pretty tricky sometimes, and he knew how to look clueless before revealing that he knew the song, where he heard it from and how often he plays it. Reading it out like he was reading of a spreadsheet of information and telling you things you needed to know before making it off as completed. But he also had to pay attention to the road so trying to see your reactions were hard to do, that was until he came to a nice parking spot in front of the large and busy mall. It wasn't as busy as it usually would be, since the sun was setting and people wanted to get things done before the deadline, but you had that already handled and was more than happy to do this with help from San, knowingly he also would not let you pay even if you came up with the money somehow.

Even when he walked inside with you, it was natural for him to hold your hand while walking around, window shopping at some places or even getting some snacks, if people didn't know you two, they would think this is a date given how the two of you were acting. The look san would give you whenever you talked or point out things you liked, it was enough to make him fall even more, you could see it in his eyes but also know he would be respectful, but you didn't know just how dangerous it was. If there was one thing he would've told you beforehand, it would've been that you should've stayed hidden and out of his sight. The small and innocent puppy turned into something not even you could fully tame without getting bit a couple times in order to learn the lesson. Clearly he needed to speed up his lessons if he wanted you to learn faster before the final push.

Yet throughout the entire day he allowed you to lead him, holding his hand unless you went to the bathroom, he seemingly never left you go even when looking at clothes to try on. Letting you conclude on your own what you wanted to get and not be influenced by his idea since the person who was going to wear it the most was you, it didn't matter what he thought or anyone else for that matter. If you liked it, that5 is all that matters to him during the end of the day. He was just happy to tag along and watch you be happy about your choice, if you had everything you wanted he paid for it without a second thought or hesitation, he mainly just wanted to make sure you had everything before checkout so no one had to run to get you something at the last minute, especially if there was a line behind the two of you.

“Is this everything you want, y/n?”

He watched you nod your head while he held the bags, if there was one thing his mother always love to see and bag about sometimes it was that he raised a gentleman despite the chaos he was in. Watching him grow to give everyone respect, till they cross the line and then he acts like his father, but he's able to balance them out, but with all of this being said. He was determine to help you carry things inside, even though at first you were hesitate since your father was still jumpy, since he wanted you to leave the country before anything else could happen. But you needed help, so he offered and you took it, he didn't park close since he didn't want to set off any red flags and there were no spots close to bark, but he still carried everything even up the stairs since the elevator was down, but you were on the third floor so the stairs weren't really an issue for him either.

He watched you open the door and allow him inside; the place seemed quite like no one was there, but he looked to the corner, well more like behind the door into the small living room, he saw the look on your parents' faces; the shock growing as San locked eyes with your father, but he mouthed the words Don't. Say. A word. With a sweet yet sickening smile as he greeted the two of them, bowing deeply while helping you set the bags in your small room. It wasn't the best, but it was still yours.

“Maybe after everything you guys can pick me up last? So that way it's more of a surprise on the way to the hotel or wherever the thing is being held at?”

“I don't see why not, I heard it was going to be more relaxed this year but I'm no longer on the student council so I sadly can't spoil anything for you like I used to.”

“Please, with how excited you'd used to get? I would've known way beforehand. But thank you again for the help, are you sure I didn't spend too much? You refused to let me look at the price tags.”

“If you did, you would've tried to downgrade everything and besides it was fun going to the mall with you like that. I missed your long talks about things you loved or things you wanted to yes, it's truly fine. I want you to enjoy the last year just like the rest of us, it's only fair, isn't?”

There it was again, that charming look that seemed to get everyone on their knees and feel a soft spot grow inside of them. His smile looking so genuine and full of care, it just made the days easier if not better in most ways.

“I will leave you to studying, please make sure you actually eat something. If you can call me before you go to bed, please do.”

“Alright you big dog, I will and please drive safe, I'll see you when the final comes.”

San gave you one last hug, smiling softly as he did so before leaving your room, slowly closing the door out of habit but you also didn't seem to mind it. Once it was closed, he looked at your shocked father, like his hands were shaking despite the friendly look on san's face as he got closer, wanting to make sure you didn't ease drop on the conversation before he left the place for the night. He didn't get too close, but close enough to where they would hear his every word and make sure it all stuck with to them like super glue.

“Now now don't look at me so frighten like that, I'm not gonna hurt a tiny little hair on y/n's little head, unless I have no choice that is. But you should also be careful, after the annoying celebration things are going to be different, you'll either be tossed out of state or moved to an entirely far and different part of it, and y/n will be the star he oh so worked so hard to get, but he's not leaving me again. If I knew he was your son, I would've been so much more generous with my offer, but sadly, you are known for being a snake and lying till you're like this, stuck in a corner with so much fear it's laughable. You should chose your net actions carefully, I'm always watching and listening. If I even so much as hear you get angry at hi, try to send him anywhere out of here again, suddenly, he's an orphan married under my name, understand?”:

[Play the song above, ]

If math wasn't stressful enough, singing like this was because you two had to stare at each other. Al dressed up in clothes besides the ones you would wear tonight, but in a way that matched the song you were singing. Each word had to carry something, and you had to make the timing just right when switching between each other or having to collide with each voice in a melody that seemed to carry around the large auditorium, the lights shinning brightly down on the two of you while making it nearly impossible to see anyone else in the dark area; the chairs being filled with people since you also had to stay and watch the other perform, but you two were the last ones and everyone to stay and wait to see this.

Heard he got you a penthouse on the west side, when we will he learn that you're afraid of heights? I heard he got you a new Benz, with the white wheels, when will he learn, that you like to tandem bike?

And I hate that….

I could love you with my eyes closed kiss you with a blindfold figure you out.

I might hold you with my hands tied show you I'm the right guy to figure you out, na-na-na, na na.

San started the first part, his eyes were giving the look that screamed her was there for you, as if he had watched you run away to chase something only to realize almost too late that he was right there, next to you and holding onto you, his words carrying through the hand held mic while he stared into your eyes like he was just one more push from risking it all in front of everyone but he had to stay there, and he had to stay still and let you sing the next part by yourself, it was too early for backup vocals.

I heard he got you some new friends with some big dreams, when will he learn, that you already got your own?

Oh, I heard he got you the front raw, at the rap, when will he learn? That you like the rolling stones?

And I've been thinking of all the little things that you've been missing…When will you learn?

I could love with my eyes closed kiss you with blind fold figure you out [Figure you out}

I might hold you with my hands tied show you I'm the right guy to figure you out, na-na-na na na

San tried to make sure your eyes never left his, as if he was using this song to confess feeling he never got the chance to do so till now. Watching you sing while you two held each other's hand when he acted as the backup vocals during some of your lines with the chorus. But then he did something you two didn't talk about doing, but he was going with what felt right. To add more emotions and meaning into each lyric that he could with no one there to stop him from doing so, but he had to make sure it was equal so both of you were heard.

I could treat you so much better I've known you forever, figured you out.

For some, what made this more emotional and powerful was the sight of seeing San nearly got on his knees while singing. He stumbled closer, like his legs had given out while the two of you were singing still, this was raw. Something that no one could truly ever recreate unless that felt the same emotions he was going though when singing and it was something he wanted to share with you, he didn't care if others enjoyed seeing him get this way, he just wanted to share a moment with you, even when the music was dying out and you two just stared at each other for a while. The grip on each other was strong, but you two still had a smile that was growing, bowing to the ground in a way to show the thanks you had for each other while the lights slowly came back on. It was like stepping back into the old world and having to come to terms with the fact that now you had to talk and wait for recruiters to reach out to you. Along with a quick bathroom run because those lights were making it hot, and San's stare wasn't exactly helping with that it seemed. The way he stared at you, like he wanted to lean in and do something he otherwise wouldn't do with all the eyes looking at them, looking at you.

He watched you walk to the bathroom, seeing you bow to the crowd before running backstage, while he walked behind you. He didn't go in the bathroom but he stayed close, making sure his heart wasn't racing nearly as much before pulling out his phone. He got a text from Wooyoung; it was his signal, the purple heart. This meant that no out-of-state contracts could go through, and the only ones here were ones you already heard about, and depending on which one you picked, San would have his men handle the mangers, the team and have his own men or women in the staff just to make sure he always had an eye on you. No matter where you went, unless it was the bathroom, he would not be that crazy now, though he thought about it often.

He was quick to tuck his phone away, not wanting you to be peaking since you had a habit of just peaking over this shoulder when he was on the phone for too long. But he also knew to keep his contacts in separate phones and hidden under things you couldn't get into. He had everything planned out from the start to the end, but he of course had to look clueless, watching you be confused why no one else reached out to you and why it nearly seemed impossible for you. Even your parents, who used to support your dream of getting out seemed to look nervous about it, meaning it was too late and the people they wanted you about had come and made sure they couldn't leave, meaning you couldn't leave because they were watching the entire family, and there was nothing you could do about it.

When you finally came out the bathroom, you looked more relax, looking at him with a confused look, why was he waiting for you by the bathroom? Did he want to join with you or was it something else?

“want to join me with talking to people? I thought KQ seemed to look pretty interesting.”

“Yes I did, and let's go see what they have to offer.”

By the end of the day it was settled. KQ was the one, they were small, and you wanted to grow with a company, to watch them grow and shine and not just be another person in the company trying to grow like nothing happened. Though for san, it just made things more easy since he Knew the owner, all it took was one gaze and he knew better, you had to be taken care of or everyone would be in trouble if not. He didn't need to threaten anyone, or nearly cause a scandal, since they were slowly growing that wouldn't be a good thing for them now would it? But now came the most excited for him the party. Everyone was rushing to get home and get ready, he had a driver take you home since you knew he would speed home just so he could make sure he had everything right with his own looks.

He promised he would come and pick you up last so everyone could enjoy the car ride together, and he stayed true to his word. But it wasn't for that reason either, even now that he was home. He had phone calls to make, places to check and to make sure even things with his own father were ready. Tonight after graduation, San would have to go to a building, where other mafia members would sit on the sides and watch him be accepted into his new role, and you would have to be there where Wooyoung would explain things with hongjoong besides him, something he really wanted to do and enjoyed doing regardless of what would happen to him if he were to mess up, which is why he was called a wildcard. Some thought mingi would be the wild card because his actions were truly out of pocket and he always surprised people, but wooyoung could do more and make it stick in your mind.

“Wooyoung, are you sure everything is ready? You enjoy messing people up too far in the head.”

“Now are you doubting me? Captain will be there to keep me in check from messing them up too far, and will walk them down to you, of course. Don't get too nervous you're about to be the head of everything mafia related and people can't see the weak spot already.”

Looking in his mirror, staring right at Wooyoung who was already wearing what he wanted to wear, but he had a smirk on his face the entire time. He was excited, this was a big day and moment for san, he proved his worth to everyone who tried to tear him down and even used their backs as stepping stools to get there without mercy and was about to sit on a chair he knew he earned, not just because he was brined into the family but he showed more interested in it, if he wanted to leave he truly could and no one could do a thing to him. Yet here he is, about to rule over things and make sure there was nowhere you could run without him being able to hear you, but of course he would tease you about things while making sure you could handle things, creating a mask for the outside but being deadly in the inside.

Wooyoung was right, San couldn't be doubting himself during a moment like this That would be dangerous for him and there was no time for things like that. He had to finish getting ready, making sure he liked his hair while fixing the outfit more. Wooyoung couldn't help but smile at the sight, here he was seeing his best friend step into something he had been preparing for the day you left, he would’ve searched for you either way, even if you did manage to leave the state he wouldn't have given up. But now you just made it easier for him in that sense, but of course he needed to be careful of how to keep you here and to be careful with letting you try to slip through cracks before getting stuck in them, but either way, you'd return to his home and there would be nothing you could do about it.

Watching San walk out of the room, Wooyoung smiled. Tonight was the night everything would fall back into place, after today he would be known as the right hand, worked his way up from nothing into something and he was proud of it. Though part of him hoped you won't put up much of a fight, his makeup bag could only hide so much.

Think. You had to think and remember how did you get in this situation. You were with San, the two of you were walking with the others to go and find a place to relax after food was being served, you had just gotten your diploma’s and were now free. You could start training under KQ with the others as a surprise and grow with the company/ You were about to sit with San, you looked over to him and saw a look you'd never seen before, he had a smile on his face but it wasn't bright, it was dark. And you heard wooyoung's laugh before everything went dark, it was hard to hear but now you were here. The room looked lavish, but there were no windows, the lights were on and there was only one gun on the far table. And one door that looked like it would open any moment now.

You were sitting on a chair, your hands and legs were tied tightly and you were stuck on the chair, slowly waking up and getting used to things once again, but something just felt off. There was a loud sound that broke through the silence and the voice sounded familiar.

“Good morning Mr. Choi, little nap refreshing for you? I didn't think that scent I gave San would make you pass out so quickly! Then again, eomma knows best what can I say?”

“…Wooyoung? Where are you! What are you talking about?”

“oh sweet, innocent y/n-innie. Did you really think San would've stayed the same innocent little boy you met back then? The same one who hated the mafia just like you do because of situations? Awe your Appa never told you why he lost everything, oh you poor poor boy.”

“Wooyoung this isn't funny! What are you talking about?!”

His laughter was ringing everywhere, the speakers he had in this room made it sound like he was everywhere yet he wasn't even near you. Yet he was watching you, and he was enjoying it all. Seeing how quick you were turning your head while trying to look calm about the situation, how your hands were balled into fist but not too tight since the robes weren't exactly loose enough for you to get out, and even if you did. Hongjoong was waiting right outside the door, ear piece in while he heard wooyoung’s little speech, he was enjoying himself truly, pressing a button that showed a screen in front of you with a recording. It was your Appa; he was sitting with san's father in a room where it was just the two of them sitting across each other from a wooden desk, Mr. Choi having a suitcase next to him while your Appa looked more uneasy, more scared even.

“You know Mr. [last name], I trusted you a lot given the last couple of years. Truly I have, even when you told me you were struggling. After all, family helps family, and you were like a brother to me, someone I'd help at the quickness of a text.”

“And trust me, Mr. Choi I respect every action I do.”

“You told me you wanted to raise a family, yet I see you using my money on trips? Mistresses and everything? Leaving your pregnant wife in our care like she wouldn't have told my wife everything while leaving her with nothing?”

He opened the briefcase, laying out pictures of him with different women, in resorts and showing off money like it was his own. His ring was off in each picture, proof of everything, and pictures of you. Growing up with your mother and even san when he was still too young to understand, with the last picture of the two of you in freshman year of college, cheeks being pressed together with the brightest smiles you two could've given. You looked happy, each picture had timestamps with where you were, text where your Appa told you where he would go, and actual proof of where he was and with who. The look on your Appa's face said it all, guilt.

“See now I have to cut you off, and my money is the only thing allowing your son to stay in school with san, let alone in the same neighborhood. And you lied to me, to your wife, to your own Son who looked up to you and his own mother. How could you do such a thing?”

“Mr. Choi- please- maybe Y/n can stay with you-”

“You want him to see San change into me? San is the only son I have, the heir to the entire mafia. He's been putting it off to spend more time with y/n. But now he needs to make a hard choice, So no. Your family will have to pay with the choices you've made. You won't be able to leave the state, neither will your son since I know my Son. He will grow obsessed, missing him so much he dives into the work head on and willing to take on anything. And when the day happens when he finds y/n, there will be nothing you can do. Nothing he can do either, because by then San will have learned everything, how to hide the want in his eyes, the dark intentions in his mind, he'll be able to hide it all so well until he sees them again, and takes what is his.”

“Sir- you can't do that. My son just wants to sing-”

“Don't worry, San won't keep him caged in the house, but caged in the state. Any dreams of y/n leaving and getting you two out, If your wife still wants you, if she did it would be Y/n can have some normalcy in his already crumbling life. But y/n will still be able to have access to everything he could ever dream of, expect leaving. Even if San became a singer with your little boy, y/n could go anywhere without him near, and if he goes, his other friends go and they will grow to be something not even I saw coming, with your son being the prize between it all.

The video cut off, wooyoung spinning in the chair while Hongjoong had quietly made his way inside of the room, both of them now seeing the shocked look on your face as everything came to a head. This was all planned, everything from the moment you came back to know, and the person who planned it all was the one person you trusted more and was more excited to see and watch him remember who you were. But you'd never imagined that sweet little boy now being the head of all of this, but what hurts more is knowing the reasons everything was lost, was because the money and fame got to peoples heads and now everything had fallen apart in front of them and there was nothing anyone could do, not even you.

Trying to stop the tears from flowing, you blinked and tried to move around, wanting to get out and probably throw something, hit someone or even slap Your father and maybe even san if you got the chance to do so. But wooyoung's voice cut through the room once again, and his voice was still cheery but firm, something he rarely ever did.

“Here is how things are going to play out for you y/n, you are going t be seen as someone who's untouchable, and those who even try it or think about it are going to be tortured in ways that will make you sick. But, we will train you since San can't bring himself to even lay a harmful hand on you, though he would do wonders in bed. I've heard his drunk confession one too many times. But like his father said, you won't be caged to the house with no human interactions unless it's us. You'll still be able to do things you wished to, but you can't leave the state without all 8 of us, and don't test me. I had to learn things and if I get permission, I could do things, not too bad but I can and I will. Tonight is the night where San sits on the throne after getting gifts from other mafia's, all of which we will take over since there are only 7 other major mafia’s and it worked since we all grew up together and make sure no one tries anything even those from out-of-state wanting to take over. And soon me and hongjoong will walk you down to him, and know this, trying to fight or cause a scene won't hep you. Unless you're yelling at your father and in that case by all means, yell at him. But we have places to go!”

Hearing the cuffs click, you looked behind you to see hongjoong takin them off before helping you up. His smile was gentle but his eyes were dark, everything was going too fast, soon you were out of the room with a skipping wooyoung on one side and a calm hongjoong on the other taking you to a pair of doors before they slowly opened. San's back was turned to you, he was walking to the chair after getting the welcoming speech done while his father pulled out the head chair for him to sit on, the moment he did that's when you saw his face. It had a dark look in his eyes, his smile was soft and gentle though, he looked more relaxed than he was hours ago while he watched you walk closer, the dazed look in your eyes while you got closer to him, watching him smile as he held you hand and softly kissed your knuckles, this was your life now. And there was nothing anyone could do about it even if they wanted to.

“you just can't ever keep quiet now can you? This small room can barely give me enough room to fuck you.”:

San huffed out, holding your hair in one hand, and keeping one of your legs up against the wall in another. It was after a long concert the 9 of you had; it was nothing new for you, after that day things felt wrong at first. But despite his dark nature san was still kind to you, he never pushed you to do things, unless it was training then he sadly had to, but other than that he stayed near and watched you slowly get used to your new life, but also trying to get things done with KQ. It took nearly 3 years for things to fall into a new normal, sometimes San would stay away just because he knew he was too angry and he refused to let you get caught in that, but today? He just had to fuck you. Even if he didn't make it to the hotel you were staying at. He took your hand after everyone was leaving and ran into a room, the moment the door had closed he kissed you.

Holding your neck in his hand while keeping you against the door, your legs wrapping around his waist while his free hand and undoing the belts. He was so needy, so pissed off and the reason? It rained and your shirt was sticking to your chest, your pants, and it didn't help that everyone was throwing water at each other earlier. It was something he just need to let out before he returned to the hotel and slept with you, though he had a feeling you'd be asleep given everything from performing to now. He had your face against the door, your hips against his while his hips never seemed to stop or slow down.

Each in was hitting things perfectly, the sound of the shirt chains hitting each other, your moans probably being heard from outside but he didn't care. He wanted to hear you, to see you drool while your legs were struggling to stay up and support you still but he never seemed to stop. HIs eyes looked dark, not the scary dark but the lustful dark, enjoying the pleads he heard, seeing you try to claw at the door since it was the only thing you seemed to be Abel to hold while his thrust never seemed to end and it was something he was enjoying too much and there was nothing anyone could do about it, and he enjoyed that. Looking down and seeing your ass jiggle was replaying in his mind non-stopped. Gods, he loved watching your body react to each touch he gave you.

His eyes darting from your ass to your face, seeing how you were trying to look back with high-pitched moans that made it hard for you to even say his name. But he also loved how quick you were losing your voice, knowing he and the others would have to come up with a reason you were having trouble talking and had to take a break but he could worry about that in the morning just like everyone else would have to.

“S-San!… The cars! Fuck come on I have to walk!”

“The cars wait on me remember Mr.Choi? Or do I need to remind you about that?”

“San- Ngh!”

The sound of skin slapping got louder, your moans shaking the room while and even leaking outside some. Jongho collecting 20s from everyone because he placed a bet that by the end of the night, San wouldn't wait to get to the room or even the car ride, he'd take you to a storage room and take you right then and there and there would be nothing anyone could do about it. He enjoyed the extra money, keeping it to himself while everyone had to wait for San to be done. Hopefully, the ride home would be silent.

“come on Mr. Choi, cum for me. Anywhere I can tell. Gods, you keep squeezing like you don't want this to end yet here you are telling me about cars, so needy you are.”

Each touch was like setting a fire, the way his hands moved up to squeeze your nipples just to hear the broken cry and seeing how you were shaking. He could see your eyes roll back as you released, but he had to keep his arms out to catch you, pressing you against the door as he kneeled down on the floor. He looked up at your dazed yet shocked expression, What was he about to do? He already made you see the stars once, there was no way you could do it twice with everyone waiting on you but he seemed to have different plans for the rest of the night.

San laid your legs on his large shoulders before taking your cock in his mouth, sure it wasn't too big or small, but it fit just right. This was something he never mind doing, sucking you off knowing you were sensitive and trying to stay quiet but there was on point. The way he would squeeze your inner thighs while hearing the way your breathes quickened while your hands were gripping his short black hair tightly. Your hips bucking despite how fast he was moving his head, moaning around you just to tease you. Feeling how you were shaking just by his mouth. His gagging sounds being covered over by the sounds of your whimpers, each hair tag gave off another moan, the way his long tongue swirled around the tip, pressing down on the silt just to watch you tremble, the scream you let out sounded so broken, like you were trying to reach a high note but you failing at it.

But he stayed still, tasting your own cum before slowly pulling away. He was careful since he had to get you dressed after cleaning you up yet again, but also getting you dressed and carrying you in arms. After making sure his outfit was fixed, he carried you out of the small room and went to join the others in the lobby, seeing them all turn to look at him carrying you, seonghwa looking the most shocked while Jongho just wanted to go to the hotel room to sleep, wanting to not even question what was happening here anymore.

“San we have got to talk about this-. He can't even stop his legs from shaking!’

“it's alright, I'll give him a bath when we get to the rooms, are the cars here?”

“…Are you fucking kidding me.”

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Make It Up To You

PAIRING: sugardaddy!Yuta x lawstudent!Reader

GENRE: smut, angst

SUMMARY: With dreams larger than life, Y/n dips her feet in unchartered territory. She comes in wanting nothing else but to make her dreams of becoming a lawyer come true, only to be woken up by reality once the midnight clock strikes. Now she's gotten greedy. She wants both her dream and her sugar daddy back.

WARNINGS: There is sex, yes, but I think I wanted to focus on warning everyone of the emotions that come with this piece! There's a lot of inner conflict happening. Yuta uses pet names like baby, sweet girl, and princess. Hair pulling and overstimulation are present.

enjoy!

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“Being the firm’s youngest partner is what you’re turning your back on, are you sure about this?”

You look out the window of the conference room you’re in and then at the glass of bourbon on the table top. You play with the rim of the glass before bringing it to your lips to take a sip. The drink brings a gratifying burn down your throat.

You set the glass back on the table and looked out the window again, eyeing a particular building in the sea of concrete spread around the city. Then you turn to look at Suho, the firm’s senior partner, straight in the eye, “I’ve never been surer.”

Suho sighs and walks to where you are, “You’re the best we ever had. But you have too much talent to be pinned down in one place. So go ahead.”

You give your boss of five years a grateful smile, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

“The doors to the firm are always open for you, Y/n. Remember that,” he adds.

And you will remember it. But now, your head is set on finally staging the reunion you’ve been yearning for for the past five years. To put yourself again within the circle of the only man you burned for – Nakamoto Yuta. Nothing and no one can stop you anymore, not even hell.

–Blooming–

It was the summer before you started law school when you met Yuta. You were running the counter in a high-end bar a few blocks away from Harvard, serving drinks to what you can only assume to be senior law students of the crimson-branded university by the way they were discussing their review subjects for the next semester. And this is exactly why you fought to get this part-time job. Partly because you needed money and partly because of the crumbs of legal knowledge that you know will come in handy when it’s your turn to study.

Even if you’re not going to Harvard, you can’t wait for school to start. You had no support, no fall back, no rich parents to shell out cash for crimson education. Despite all that, you figured you were going to chase your dream of becoming a lawyer even if you can’t get into your dream school.

“One whiskey on the rocks please,” the gentleman starts “with your number on the side, kindly.”

You stare at the patron in front of you, your eyes raking over the sharp features of his face. His eyes, his nose, his jawline. Everything is devilish – that’s the word you’re going to use to describe him, devilishly handsome.

“Uh,” you clear your throat, “I’ll get that drink started for you. As for my number, that one might rack up your bill.”

“I’m not one to worry about bills, darling,” he answers with an upward curve on his lips.

You heard about this myth before. Rich young men scouring through bars and libraries, looking for desperate pretty girls to fund and blow wealth for. Desperate is what you are. Pretty? Arguable.

“Well, that makes one of us,” you retort as you finish preparing his drink. “One whiskey on the rocks, without my number on the side.” The man laughs at your spice and the kick of innocence it comes with. It’s painstakingly obvious to him that this is your first rodeo and he doesn’t mind.

“I’m Yuta,” he offers before taking a sip of his drink and sliding a crisp five hundred dollar bill across the counter, “For my bills.” And just like that, he’s walking away from you, leaving you in slight surprise, thinking this is the biggest tip you’ve ever received.

But that night wasn’t the last time you’ll see Yuta.

The gorgeous man became a regular. For the next few days, he kept buying just a single drink, barely sipping it, and then leaving a hefty cash for his ‘bill’ which is 400% more than what he has to pay.

“Yuta, sir, you have to stop giving me so much tips,” is what you finally told him one time, only to receive a, “But those aren’t tips. It’s my show of gratitude for allowing me to look at such a pretty sight.”

Then days became weeks and you found yourself looking forward to seeing him. His presence has become a comfortable staple during your shifts, especially when he’s such a smooth talker. Saying the right words, initiating the right conversations. You’ve become so comfortable you finally gave him the side he ordered the first time you met – your number, free of charge.

“If you give me a ridiculously high tip tonight, I’ll take my number back.”

“Come on, pretty girl, that’s not who I am.”

“Then… just 10% is enough,” you said. Yuta lets out a full grin at the compromise you offer, only to order a $2,000 whole bottle of expensive ass wine. You just shook your head at his antics, looking forward to when he’ll put your number into good use.

You didn’t have to wait long because the moment you clocked out, you received a text message from an unknown number.

Free to take a call now? -Y

Instead of replying, you called the number, knowing full well who it belongs to. Not a second later, the person on the other line picks up.

“How did you know my shift is done?”

“I just do,” he answers, “Your voice sounds even prettier like this, when it’s close to my ear.” you fix the strap of your bag on your shoulders to deflect the warm feeling brought by his compliment.

“Why did you want to call me?”

“Let me take you to dinner, princess. Tomorrow night at 7PM. You don’t have to prepare anything, it’s going to be just dinner.”

“Just dinner?” you confirm while biting your lip. Truth be told you saw this coming. You can smell wealth emanating off of Yuta from a mile away. The way he speaks, the drinks he orders, his every movement is a type of refined you can’t learn, no. It was a birth rite he earned.

And while Yuta has been nothing short of a gentleman towards you, in his world, you’re not the type of person he’s going to settle with. You know all this is just a fun time for him and to be honest, you’re intrigued by it, too. You want to have fun, too. But you have no idea how this works or if you’re even built for this world you’re trying to enter in.

“I promise, just dinner. And talking.” He says assuringly.

“O-Okay.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

But Yuta didn’t just pick you up. He bought and sent you a new dress, a new pair of shoes, and a pair of earrings that you’re afraid to google how much because you want to maintain a normal blood pressure.

The drive to the restaurant was quiet and uneventful, partly because you’re stunned to see how Yuta looks like in the open and under better lighting. At the bar, you can barely see his features, but even so, you already knew he looks so beautiful. But now, you’re gutted and blown away. You can’t help but steal glances at him and you know he notices it based on the subtle smirk he sports every time you turn your head to him.

“I’m glad to see you’ve taken a liking to my face,” he says and you choke on your saliva because you didn’t expect him to address it.

“You’re not so bad,” is all you can offer and Yuta chuckles at your attempt to hide your true feelings.

“We’re almost there.”

And true to his promise, in just a few minutes, you’re pulling up to a fancy restaurant with lots of light and posh cars parked in the driveway. Once fully parked, Yuta goes out and opens the door for you. You take his hand stretched out to help you and observe the scenery before your eyes.

The restaurant had an open garden with a big fountain. The location was overlooking the city and away from all the noise and pollution, something you’ve been used to your whole life. If what you’re seeing is a foreshadowing of what’s about to happen during dinner, you guess you’re not mad.

Once you enter the place, the receptionist brings you to a semi-secluded table. There was enough privacy for you and Yuta if that’s what he was aiming for. So when you’re both fully seated, you decide you don’t have to beat around the bush.

“Why did you ask me out for dinner?”

Yuta was not shocked at all. He fully expected questions from you. “Been wanting to take you out for dinner since the first time I saw you,” he offers.

“Okay, but,” you blow out a sigh before continuing, “Can I be honest?”

“Of course, I expect you to be.”

“I know what this is, okay? Do you want me to be your sugar baby?”

“Smart girl,” Yuta muses. “How can I get you to say yes, then?” He inquires. He absolutely knows you’re in on this. You just needed to set some things straight, but he already knows you’re on board.

“Well first, I can’t with the lavishness.”

“You can’t with the lavishness.” Yuta repeats in a declarative tone, urging you to clarify.

“Yes, I can’t. I just,” you take a pause, a deep breath because you can’t believe what you’re about to say. But you’re determined to say it. If Yuta wants to have his fun, you’ll gladly play. But not without advancing your own interests, too.

“Go on, darling.”

“I just –, I have an approved law school application with Harvard. But I’ve enrolled in a different law school instead. Somewhere I can afford. But Harvard is where I want to be. So, instead of earrings and dresses like this,” you said pointing to the beautiful piece you have on, “Use your money to fund my education.” You said in one breath.

You study Yuta’s face. There's a hint of growing interest in his eyes and something more that you can’t name. He adjusts on his seat before speaking, “Y/n, I’ll fund Harvard,” he starts, “But that’s not all I’ll fund. Since you said your piece, my piece is that I get satisfaction out of seeing you spoiled. I need you pampered in every possible way. Without you giving that to me, I’m out.”

“Well, okay. But not outrageous.”

“Not outrageous,” he assures. “Was that all you wanted to say?”

“Didn’t think you’d agree so quickly,” you said quietly.

“Being a lawyer – that’s a dream worth supporting, baby girl.” You look up to meet his eyes, the sound of the new endearment making your insides swirl.

“I also wanted to add,” you fidget your fingers at this next bit, “About sex… when? And uh, how often?”

Yuta subtly rubs his lower lip with his forefinger. First, your adorable gestures. Then, your drive and determination. Now, talking about sex with him. Yuta’s convinced you were born to drive him insane.

“Why don’t we settle on a natural pacing? There doesn’t have to be a set date, just when you feel it’s good for you. This doesn’t have to be strictly transactional.”

“It doesn’t?”

Yuta chuckles, “It doesn’t. I only have one condition on this.”

“Okay, what is it?”

“The day you become a lawyer is the day we part ways.”

—

You recall your first dinner with Yuta like it was just yesterday. But time flew by so quickly. It’s been five years since that summer. All the time you spent with him was nothing short of blissful. Yuta has spoiled the hell out of you, giving you whatever you want and whatever you need, even his cock.

In your first semester, when you first experienced the infamous baptism of fire during a recitation that followed the socratic method, you were sobbing in the hallway, walking mindlessly out of Langdell Hall. Once you were out of the building, Yuta’s car was already waiting for you with his window down and a cup of your favorite drink in his hand– something that made you sob even more.

In the short while you’ve been his sugar baby, he’s memorized all the things that comforted you, including the cheap five-dollar tea from your favorite shop down the street.

By the end of your first year, you learned the bitter truth that Harvard law was cut throat in every way possible. Not only were the majority of your peers coming from rich, well-connected families, but they were also the best of the best. You busted your ass off studying day and night. Thanks to Yuta, you no longer had to work. You were provided with anything you needed. Allowance, lodging, tuition, books, everything. And your hard work paid off. You ranked second in the whole batch by the end of the term. But what you don’t have is the smell that emanated from the rich.

You weren’t one to envy, you know the value of hard work. When both your parents died and you were left to fend for yourself, you did. Now that you’re practically living your dream, you force yourself to focus and ignore everything else, but you can’t help but listen in on the conversations during the last day of school. Everyone had something – a vacation home to visit, an internship for their family business, a meeting with the politicians. You felt like a sore thumb and the feeling left a toxic taste in your mouth.

“Hey, princess.” Yuta greets.

“Hi, daddy,” You greet back, melting into him in an embrace. You put your arms around his neck and just settled there for a while. Yuta withheld nothing from you including warm affection.

“That’s not a tone fit for someone who just ranked 2nd in all of this year’s batch?” He says as he rubs the small of your back, taking your bag from you.

“Hmm…”

“Have something for you,” he says. You unwrap your arms around his neck and look up at him. He takes out a cream envelope from his pocket and hands it to you. You open it and inside were plane tickets to your favorite country.

“Iceland?! Are we going to Iceland?” you scream in excitement.

“Yes, we are. It’s your reward for doing so well,” he softly says as he caresses your hair.

“Oh my god,” is all you can say as you reach out to kiss Yuta on his lips.

And just like that, Yuta made sure you stood with confidence.

When everyone was taking internships, he sent you to Japan to intern for the country’s top litigation firm where you spent eight weeks learning and being trained by the best lawyers. You even got a certification for writing and speaking Nihongo. You didn’t realize then, but Yuta’s chest swelled with pride every time you conversed with him in his native tongue.

When everyone got invited to networking events, you were his plus one in every benefit gala and company events attended by all the top businessmen and politicians. And every single time, he introduced you as the brilliant girl soon to be Harvard attorney that caught his attention.

When everyone was pitching in so much money for the batch year-end parties, Yuta sponsored one whole party in your name, flying everyone out to Singapore for 2 days and 3 nights. Yuta told you to say it was from your rich dad because according to him he is your daddy to which you rolled your eyes in response.

And when your stress reached high levels, he made sure to pamper you in ways only he can do. Stuffing your pussy with his monster cock, eating you out until you pass out, giving you orgasms enough to sustain you to eternity. His gentle demeanor is taken over by a beast once you’re in his bedroom, marking every part of your skin, animalistically taking you in every possible position. Yuta made sure you received sex only from the best – him.

Yuta never allowed you to bow your head, instead he always held your chin up. He never let your confidence die down. Because of him, you became unstoppable.

And now, you’re roughly just 5 minutes away from knowing the results of the bar, from being a lawyer. You know you’ll get it. There’s no other possible result but passing it and even potentially topping it. You prepared yourself for the day when you and Yuta have to go your separate ways.

There’s an indescribable pain in your chest.

The day you reach your dream is the day you die.

You love Yuta. How could you not?

But he doesn’t. He made his condition clear. The very day you become a lawyer is the day he disappears. Fuck.

Here you are, in front of your laptop, in the middle of the living room of the penthouse that Yuta gave you, with fingers shaking, you refresh the Supreme Court’s website. While others were out with friends and family, you chose to know about the result alone and inside. Just to privately celebrate what you were about to gain and grieve what you were about to lose.

When the site refreshes, you scroll down to see the names of the passers, the first one belonging to you.

2025 Bar Examination Top 10 Examinees

1. Jung, Y/n …………………… 90.7700%

Just seconds after you see your name, your phone buzzes. It’s a message from Yuta.

“Congratulations, Atty. Y/n. Never doubted you for a second.”

And as your finger hovers over the text, your thumb shakily taps the call icon next to Yuta’s name. You bite down on your lip in hopes that the inevitable won’t happen…

The number you have dialed is now unattended, please try again later.

And you broke down. Yuta is officially gone. In the flurry of congratulatory messages, there you were, mending the brokenness in you that you know will never heal.

– Withering –

After taking your oath as an attorney, you quickly joined the best of the best – Anderson Kim & Tomotsune– the top litigation and commercial law firm in the country with clientele both in US and Asia.

You were both a lion and a bull, a ruthless negotiator specializing in commercial disputes. Your peers call you the merciless closer for closing negotiations far too in favor of your clients, leaving the opposing side with, well, nothing. In your defense, you found every opposing lawyer you faced to be too lazy and negligent causing them to lose out. Meanwhile, you feed on the challenge.

In your 5-year career, you had no losses under your belt, making you the favorite and most sought after lawyer by corporations. Your firm racked three-fold in profits, making it easy for you to climb up the partnership ladder.

But you only had one goal. And today’s the day you reach it.

“Atty. Jung, welcome to Nakamoto Holdings. It’s a pleasure to finally have you join the team,” Johnny Suh, head of legal and your new boss, greets.

“The pleasure is mine, Atty. Suh.”

“Do you have any idea how hard we fought for you? HR had a field day,” Johnny says. You laughed at his remark but inside, you knew how hard Nakamoto fought to get you.

When news that you declined the offer of partnership from Anderson Kim & Tomotsune spread, companies raced to entice you to join them. But you only had Nakamoto Holdings in mind. It only made sense to join the best of the best on your new venture. While you had other motives, you also had pride. Sure there was a bit of a push and pull, leveraging on the uncertainty of your sweet ‘yes’, but all of that was just a part of your ploy, a negotiating skill you learned to get the upper hand.

But now you’re here and you want to see Yuta again.

Just as you were about to continue your conversation with Johnny, the door to the conference room opens to reveal the man in your thoughts.

“Yuta,” Johnny says, as he bows.

You turn to where the door is, find Yuta’s eyes, and give him a full bow.

–

Johnny had told him there was new blood he wanted him to meet. Someone he’ll definitely like, according to Johnny. What his friend failed to mention was that this new blood was you, the girl that took his heart. But maybe the term woman would be a better fit for you. What he sees is no longer the young wide-eyed Y/n from years ago.

In front of him was someone more poised, more confident in the way she carried herself. Your once carefree hair, now flowed in controlled waves, a subtle elegance that matched the sharpness in your gaze. You were wearing something tailored, something that accentuated the shape of your body—making him note the added fullness in your hips.

Your eyes were the most different. They used to be soft, filled with the innocence of someone just beginning to experience the world, now they held an edge—an intensity that came with your reputation. He heard stories about you. Of course, he did. He knew about the young lawyer rising through the ranks, feeding dust to the seasoned.

So it’s not surprising that there was a quiet power in your presence now. And yet, when you met his gaze, there was a flicker of something familiar—a quiet vulnerability, a hint of the girl who he once held close to him.

“Mr. Nakamoto,” you greeted him.

“Atty. Jung.” he acknowledged back.

“You know her already!” his head of legal says.

“I think everyone knows Atty. Jung, Johnny.”

“You’re right. In fact we were just talking about how hard it was to get her.”

“Is that right?”

Yuta sees you shifting from your position, turning your body to face him better.

“Atty. Suh flatters me, it’s my pleasure to join the company,” you tell him while reaching out your hand to offer a handshake.

“We’re glad to have you here,” he responds as he takes your hand in his.

—

“You’re fucking crazy,” Yuta scorns as he takes a drink of his favorite whiskey. The one he ordered the first night he saw you at that bar across Harvard.

“How is getting top talent crazy? Don’t you agree she’s the best in the field right now?” Johnny defends.

“She is. That’s why I’m restraining myself from punching your face,” he tells his friend. “But you know exactly who she is. Don’t fuck around.”

“Ya, I’m not fucking around! And what? Your feelings are getting in the way of business now? So what if she was your sugar baby and the love of your life? That baby is going to lead us to the frontlines.”

“Johnny Suh, you watch yourself. Don’t you damn speak of her name carelessly. I will fucking kill you. Even if you’re my best friend.” The intensity in his eyes sobers Johnny up.

“Damn, you still have it baaad,” Johnny says as he steps out of your office, avoiding the chaos that’s about to befall him.

Yes, he does. Not a day went by that he didn’t think of you. Did he have regrets? Zero. He did what he had to do to make sure you were as whole as a person as you can be.

But a longing? A big one.

Five years ago, Yuta knew you were going to pass the bar. There were no retakes, he absolutely had faith in you. So when he sees your name in the list of passers, bagging the top 1 spot, it comes as no surprise. He was so proud of you and wanted nothing but to engulf you in a hug, spin you around, and pepper your face with kisses. He wanted to celebrate with you and whisper in your ear many times how proud he is of you.

But he had a promise to fulfill.

Yuta was enamored by you but falling in love with you was something he failed to calculate. He only wanted to spoil you, to make you his by offering to be your sugar daddy. But he thought all that would be a passing season in his life. After all, he wasn’t the type to take things seriously. But that summer passed and there came autumn, then winter, but the feeling never left. You were very much still there.

But then again, loving you was easy. You were the most beautiful person in his eyes. Everything about you captivated him. The way your body responds to his every call and every touch sets him on fire. He burns for you, romantic as it may sound. He was very much yours as much as you are his.

But Yuta noticed how you would get quiet. You would look out the car window, deep in thought, letting out a sigh he knows you don’t notice. And he knows that it’s because sometimes, you feel less than what you’re actually worth.

No matter how hard he makes sure that you don’t feel any less than your peers, he knows that he can only do so much. The rest of your healing from feelings of inferiority is yours, and yours alone to make.

So when you finally reached your dream of becoming a lawyer, Yuta knew that the only way was to set you free. For you to achieve every achievement, on your own, without doubting whether or not you did it by yourself or because of him. He did not dare take the opportunity from you even if it came at the cost of his own happiness.

So he settled with watching you from afar. Updating himself with your latest wins.

But now, you’re here. If his gut is right and it was your own doing that brought you back to him, then he will do anything to fucking get you back.

Yuta drinks the last of his whiskey and heads out of his office.

– Budding –

It’s only your first day but you’re already leaving work at 11 p.m. Johnny told you to go home hours ago but even so, you had to ride out your high by organizing everything. Your stuff, your files, your projects in the pipeline. You wanted to make sure you hit the ground running.

As you were walking to your car, you bumped into a wall, only it wasn’t a wall. Because if it was, then you wouldn’t have a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist saving you from a fall.

“Careful,” Yuta says.

After being momentarily stunned by his presence, you quickly separate yourself from him. You adjust your dress and clear your throat.

“T-Thank you.” Fuck, did you have to stutter?

“Are you heading home just now?”

“Yes. I was just working on some stuff, Mr. Nakamoto,” You look at him only to see a confused face.

“Already? You just joined today.”

“Just wanted to do my best,” you say. “I’ll be heading home now, Sir.” You said briefly before bowing and walking to where your car is.

You wanted to get away from him. Being near him was clouding your mind. It was suffocating. You thought you were already stronger than this. You thought you could finally handle anything. And yet, just one touch from his hand has you spiraling again. The unanswered questions in your mind are resurfacing back again. Questions like, did he really have to leave?

Fucking pathetic bitch, is what you thought to yourself. You are exactly that. A pathetic simpering bitch.

Just as you were about to enter your car, a hand grabs your wrist, forcing you to face the culprit.

“What the hell?”

“Let’s talk,” Yuta demands, almost in a pleading tone rather than a demanding one, which is funny because begging is more of your turf than his.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you spat. You feel his grip tighten around your wrist.

“Don’t drag this out, Y/n.”

“Oh, so it’s just Y/n now? We’re back to first names, is that it? Okay if that’s how it is, then, you can’t make me talk to you,” you mock, “daddy.”

You see Yuta seething at your sarcasm. After all these years, you still know how to push his buttons. Your spunk has not faded even one bit and this fact makes Yuta blink in realization. He mellows out at the realization that you are still very much the Y/n he knows. The one with burning questions in her mind.

Yuta blows out the air from his lungs. “Please, Y/n?”

You rashly take your hand back. “Fine,” you relented.

—

You decided talking in the office was a bad idea. With the fountain of emotions bubbling in your chest, you might throw a furniture or two at Yuta’s face and you’d be charged with damage to property. No, thanks.

“I want to talk at my home,” you told Yuta. You needed home court advantage for the conversations that will be had tonight.

It was your plan all along to talk to Yuta. It’s why you wanted to join their company in the first place! But you can’t handle how fast things are unfolding. Didn’t expect that Yuta would be the first one to approach. Definitely didn’t expect this scene of his car tailing yours.

As you reach your home in the shape of a three storey townhouse with a gracious driveway, you brace yourself for what’s to come. Should you remain stoic? Should you put a wall around your heart? Honestly, you haven’t decided.

You park your car and you see Yuta doing the same. You were the first to enter the house so you leave the door open for him. And when he’s fully in, you’re ready to square him.

“It’s a really nice home, Y/n.”

“So what, we’re going to gush over architecture, now?” you mumble as you sink down on your sofa. When you look up, you see Yuta’s tongue poking his cheek, clearly about to lose it, but he’s inside your house. He won’t dare lose it.

“Separating after you became an attorney was the plan all along. You knew that since the beginning,” Yuta calmly starts. He eyes you as he invites himself to sit on the chair across you, leveling the field between the two of you.

And you just stare at him. So many words pooling in your mind, constructing arguments, preparing to launch a missile of anger.

But all of a sudden, a foreign feeling washes over you — defeat. There was no winning here. Even if you get to say your piece, the conclusion is inevitable.

It seems that Yuta moved on and you did not. You’re still the mess of a fool who is clearly, hopelessly in love with him. Despite the prestige, the reputation you built for yourself, everything crumbles down in front of him.

You hate it. You abhor it.

You stand from where you’re seated and turn your back away from Yuta, deciding that faking it might be the way to go. Strengthening the dam in your heart might be your saving grace.

“Y/n, talk to me,” he stands, “Baby,” Yuta got to you and held your hand, willing you to face him. And when you do, you explode.

“Don’t fucking call me that!” you shout, “You LEFT me. Immediately dropped me when you had the chance.” The dam, fortified as it may, has reached its limit.

“You did not hesitate, did not bat a damn eye. You never looked back,” you sob and finish in a broken voice.

Yuta looks at you with equal brokenness in his eyes, devastated at where his decision left you. From holding your hands, he holds you in the same manner he has held you before – one arm around you and one hand soothing your back – exactly how you remember it.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Yuta croaks.

You punch his chest in an attempt to save yourself. You punch him again to prove a point.

“So why?! Did you hate me that much? Was I so pathetic in your eyes that you couldn’t...” you dropped to the floor and sobbed in frustration. At this point you were just fully letting your heart out. Fuck masking it, fuck hiding it from Yuta. You deserve this, you deserve to let your pain known to the person who inflicted it.

"No, Y/n," Yuta begins to explain as he kneels in front of you. Now both of you are on the floor. He wipes a tear that fell down your cheek. "I'm so proud of what you made for yourself. This is all you. But before, even when you tried to hide it, I saw whenever you thought yourself to be less than everybody," this time Yuta brushes a stray hair away from your face.

"So when you finally became a lawyer, I couldn't rob you of the opportunity to heal. To take full ownership of your life without associating credit to anyone. Even if it meant leaving you, the only girl I loved and truly cared for."

Your lips part at Yuta's sudden confession. You wrap your head around his explanation and you hate how you immediately see reason.

You remember how your confidence solidified throughout the years. No one can put dirt on your name because it was clear as day that your accomplishments were yours and yours alone.

Years of self doubt brought by your background, or lack thereof, went down the drain when you started getting favorable decisions for your clients left and right, when your negotiations closed million dollar contracts.

So, Yuta was right. You did heal that part of your heart. But not without having another hole in it. A desperate yearning that nothing and no one could satisfy.

But there was a point of clarification that had to be made.

"The girl you loved...?"

"Yes, baby. I had to leave you. The girl I loved and still love."

You suck in a breath, "You never called again. You were totally gone."

"And it killed me everyday, sweet girl. Didn't even know I'd get to hold you again like this," he says quietly as he rests his forehead against yours.

"Knew I hurted you. I knew you'd hate me. And god forbid reappearing in your life would open wounds you're trying to heal. So I just watched you from afar," he says as he wipes another tear escaping from your eyes.

"You looked beautiful in your red dress, accepting that award three years ago. Top outstanding young women under 30, was it?” He recalls. You release a tearful chuckle because you were indeed wearing red that night, hoping that Yuta was watching and that the sight of you in a pretty dress would entice him to call you again. He didn’t call but he was watching.

“Let me make it up to you, Y/n. If you’d let me, I’d make up for our lost years all my life.”

You shifted into hugging your knees close to your chest, just quiet and thinking. Considering. But only so slightly because the answer has already been set in stone. You want him so terribly your body aches.

The pressure in the air shifts, anger dissolving and being replaced by something else, a feeling born out of the same passion.

You mumble something from under your breath, half wanting to be heard, half hoping to be hidden.

"Hmm, what was that?" Yuta inquires, angling his head to hear you better. So you repeat yourself, this time your words coming out as a whisper.

Yuta holds the side of your thighs, desperate to make out of what you want, "Can you speak louder, my sweet girl? Tell me what you need."

"I said, then fuck me and break my back!" You said, mortified and frustrated that you had to repeat the same thing thrice. You glare at Yuta who doesn't mirror your expression.

Instead he had a blooming smile on his face, biting his lower lip to stop himself from breaking out into a full grin. He can't help but think how painfully adorable you looked.

But you're right. He had years of stolen intimacy to make up to you. He better get to work and he will.

"I'll make love to you the whole night, baby," Yuta says as he stands. He takes both your hands in his to help you up as well. He takes your face in his right hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"Will do it just the way you like it," he finishes in barely a whisper before he leans down to claim your lips in his.

Yuta's tongue was exploring, memorizing every crevice on your lips, mapping every corner one by one before seeking access.

When his other hand settles on the back of your head angling you to the perfect position, you let out a small whimper granting him access to you. He takes your tongue in his mouth, sucking on it, pouring every bit of his longing into the kiss.

When he separates from you, you were panting. Your lips swollen and irises blown out. Yuta swipes his thumb across your bottom lip.

"Will take my time with you. Make you come on my fingers first, then on my tongue. Will make you come at least twice, or maybe thrice, before I fill you with my cock. Then when you're tired, you can sleep but when you wake up in the morning, you'll find that I'm still inside you, still not done. How's that sound, sweet girl?"

Your lips part at how delicious his plan sounds. You also caught yourself letting out a wince imagining how awful walking will feel tomorrow. But nonetheless you give Yuta a nod.

Yuta kisses you again. This time, you put your arms around his neck, desperate to be near him. He breaks the kiss only to move your hair away from your right shoulder, revealing your neck, giving him a blank canvass to leave open mouthed kisses on.

“Want to see you,” he murmurs against your feverish skin, his hand reaching to the zipper at the back of your dress, dragging it down your waist. He peels your dress from you like you were a gift, letting the fabric pool at your feet. You shiver at the feel of the sudden air on your skin.

Yuta takes a step back to take in your form, relishing every curve on your body. It wasn’t his imagination that your hips got fuller. You were just as beautiful as the last time he saw you, if not, even more.

He walks behind you to remove the clasp of your brassiere. He glides it down your arms until it falls and unites with your dress on the floor. You suck in a breath as he places his palm over your stomach to bring you closer to him. His other hand snakes beneath your breast only to ghost his thumb over your nipple.

His hand on your stomach slowly travels south,, finding its rightful place inside your underwear. When he dips his finger into your slit to touch your bud, you put a hand over your mouth to prevent a moan from escaping you.

“Don’t fight it. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” Yuta warns as he fully inserts two fingers inside you, curling them to find the soft spot inside of you. He dips his finger in and out, repeatedly hitting the right spot, settling into a rhythm.

“Yuta, I–,” you said, gasping, wanting to finally get the high only Yuta can bring. You’re unable to form words with the heat of his body grazing against your back and the sinfulness of his fingers working on your core.

But Yuta understood. He thumbs your clit as he continues to scissor and curl his fingers inside of you. His lips pressed against the part of your ear that dips to meet your neck.

The room was filled only with your noises and the wet sounds of his fingers against your flesh. As he sped up, your legs buckled and stomach tightened, indicating that you were very very close.

And Yuta knows this, too. A familiar feeling of your body etched in his memory. The way your face contorts in pleasure and your desperate gasps are indicators that you were about to come undone.

With his other hand, he grabs your breast to fondle you into climax, “Come on baby, be a good girl and come on my fingers.”

And you do, a wave of pleasure hits you at the sound of Yuta’s voice. Your core clenches on his fingers, your chest heaves up and down trying to get enough wind in your lungs, and your knees wobble just a little bit.

Yuta eases out his fingers from you and brings them to his mouth to taste you, “So sweet, want to taste directly from the source.”

Yuta carries you to the sofa but before he can lay you down, you weakly protest, “Bedroom please. The sofa’s real leather.” Yuta lets out a quiet laugh. He considers challenging your protest, to tell you he’ll buy you a new one in the morning because he is impatient. But then this was your home — one that you built through hard work. So he follows.

“Where’s your room, baby?”

“Second floor, first door on the left.”

Yuta carries you up to your bedroom and when he gets inside, he surveys the interior of it.

“Yuta, need you to undress please, need to feel you closer,” you plead.

He places you in the middle of your bed before he steps away just a little bit to remove his shirt. To you it felt like he was unbuttoning his shirt so painfully slow, but in truth you just wanted to feel him skin to skin as soon as possible.

When Yuta was finally out of his top, you felt yourself salivating at the sight. He for sure got bigger than he was years ago. His muscles were more defined now and the veins on his arms were more prominent than how you recalled them to be. When your gaze lands on his hands, you see that his fingers slightly glistened from remnants of his spit and your cum.

“Your pants, too, Yuta, please,” you beg when you see him already coming to you without removing the bottom pieces of his clothing.

“Later sweet girl. Remember what I said? Won’t stuff you with my cock until I’ve made you come at least twice.”

You groan as Yuta hovers above you using his arms as an anchor on both sides of your head. “I won’t go anywhere, I’m yours the whole night and moving forward,” He comforts as he lowers his head to your lower stomach, his fingers toying with the garter of your underwear. He only fiddles with it slightly before ridding you from the last piece of fabric you have on.

Another fire is lit within Yuta as he eyes your soaking core. He licks his bottom lip at the sight before him. With some sweat on your forehead and your hair earlier well put but now carelessly splayed, you are a goddess in his sight.

He plants a kiss where your slit begins, dipping his tongue just slightly to touch your bud. He glides it up and down, flicking it repeatedly, and his movement sends sparks to your body. You arch your back and instinctively try to close your legs at the feeling of his tongue. But Yuta doesn’t let you.

He looks up at you with knitted brows as if to warn you not to get in his way of having his fill. He parts your legs wider with his hands to get a better taste of you. His tongue travels down to wear your entrance is, slurping, sucking your essence. Meanwhile, his thumb pays attention to your clit, tapping it at a mind blowing pace.

Your hips buck at the overwhelming sensations you feel throughout your body. The walls of your room become a silent witness to your vulgar moans, no longer making an effort to stifle it. Your arousal has completely taken over you and you can only shout Yuta’s name over and over again.

Yuta replaces his busy thumb with his mouth, wrapping his lips around your clit, alternating between sucking and licking.

“Oh god!” you cry in a raspy voice. You don’t think you can take it anymore, you might just die tonight from Yuta’s mouth.

You bring a hand to Yuta’s hair only to tug his head closer to you, “M’so close,” you desperately tell the beast drowning himself in your wetness. You know he’s just enjoying himself and that he can take the whole evening just feasting on you.

You draw labored breaths as you brace yourself for another orgasm. What takes you there is Yuta inserting three fingers inside of you, pressing upward and against the opposite side of your clit adding pressure to your lower stomach.

True to his promise, you’re cumming for the second time but this time on his tongue. You writhe under him, legs shaking from the intensity of your high. He continues to lap at your folds and you sob at the feeling of overstimulation.

Weak as you may be, you try to push Yuta’s head away from you only for him to gently take your hand in his and continue slurping you. He doesn’t separate his lips from your core until after another minute. Once he’s done, his lips and chin were glistening from your juice.

Yuta’s eyes don’t leave your wrecked form as he stands to take all of you in, his hands resting on the band of his pants, the outline of his cock pressing against the poor fabric. You don’t want anything more at this moment than for him to fucking take it off already.

“Yuta,” you said breathlessly and with half-lidded eyes, “You fucking owe me time so stop teasing me and remove the damn pants.”

Yuta only smiles at your desperation, thinking its fucking cute. “Do you have condoms for me sweet girl?”

You freeze. Of course he doesn’t have a condom prepared, he couldn’t possibly have expected to have sex with you tonight. Neither did you, to be honest. But the difference between you and Yuta was that you had a plan in play and you made sure you were prepared at the onset. It’s just humiliating that you have to reveal yourself so early in your ploy.

You clear your throat, “You can go raw.” You inform him as you avert your gaze from him, “I’m on the pill.”

Yuta just nods understandingly, having no hint that the fact of your birth control was solely for him.

“No condom?” He asks and you only nod at him. “Fuck.”

Yuta wastes no time and finally removes his trousers. He lifts his feet off the ground only to fully remove the fabric from him. His cock was free at last, rock hard, long, and leaking. You sigh at the view and the fantasy that ran wild in your head.

Yuta ran a fist up his length as he approached you. He dips his head to kiss you and you taste yourself from your lips.

“You look so beautiful,” he praises. “Ready for me?”

You can only nod in anticipation.

“Need to hear you, baby. Can you use your words?”

“Yes, want you, daddy. Need you inside me.”

“Good girl.”

Yuta aligns the head of his cock to your opening, slipping past through the rim, intruding further. You bite the inside of your cheek at the burn of the stretch. Yuta sinks deeper in you and you close your eyes at the feeling of being impaled by something that seemed to be thicker than your forearm. You feel the friction of his skin and veins grazing against the walls of your cunt.

Little by little, Yuta bottoms out and you feel the tip of his cock touching your uterus, sending your body into a jolt. Pleasure and pain mixed so beautifully.

Yuta grunts at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing him, “Fuck, you’re so tight around my cock. Nobody fucked this cunt good while I was gone?”

You whimper at his words and shake your head, “Nobody could break me the way you could, daddy.”

“Fuck.”

Yuta finds himself with blooming anger in his chest. It was his choice to leave you, for your benefit, he continues to convince himself. He was the one that let go and yet, the thought of other men knowing you, making you moan, touching you, and leaving remnants of themselves on your skin makes him angry. He had no right, yet he was furious.

With the storm in his heart, Yuta starts to rock himself inside of you. Thrusting his hips slow and deep, doing his best to remove any memory of another man from you. He hooks his hands under your knees to bring your legs closer to your chest so he can feel more of you.

The tension and the slap of his hips against your lower body brings your temperature up. You’re delirious.

Yuta tightens the grip he has on your legs but only for a moment. He moves his hands to grip your waist in a way that you know will leave bruises.

“Yuta!” You scream as he manhandles and flips you so that you’re on your knees and stomach. He takes you from behind, his pace unbroken by the switch in your position.

The change makes you feel all of him even more. Each one of his thrusts send you to heaven. You arch your hips further up and reach out to one of his hands only to put it on the back of your head. He fists your hair into a ponytail and pulls you up to him.

“Moan my name louder. Let them hear who’s making you feel good, sweet girl.” Yuta whispers in your ear as he takes his other hand to one of your nipples.

“Fuck, daddy! Yes!” You shout as a stray tear escapes from your eye. This riles Yuta up, making him add a notch to his speed.

Yuta knows you’re close again. He feels the muscles in your core fluttering around him. And to be honest, he is, too.

Yuta brings his hand to your core, his forefinger pressing and thumbing against your clit. The sensation makes you thrash against his hold, but with your hair still on Yuta’s fist, he doesn’t let you away from him.

Yuta thrusts into you one more, and then another, and then on the third one, you’re pushed over the edge, a fire of orgasm sipping through your soul. Yuta doesn’t stop. He also chases his high, not relenting his movement.

“D-Daddy, s’too much.” you blabber.

Yuta doesn’t prolong your agony. He turns your face towards him to take your lips into his as he cums inside of you. He lets out a guttural growl as he fills you to the brim with his seed, your wetness and his mixing inside of you.

You’re catching your breath as both of you collapse on the bed, a blanket sound of heavy breathing surrounding the two of you. His cock softens inside of you but he doesn’t thrust out.

Instead, he brings you close to him and peppers your shoulder with kisses, “Love you so much, ” he murmurs against your skin.

“Love you, too.” you mumble tiredly.

He takes out his cock from you and moves you so you’re on your side facing him. He takes one of your hands to his lips. He just stares at you with the same longing he had from earlier. He wonders if you truly have forgiven him or if his presence triggers unpleasant feelings in your heart. He doesn’t want that.

But he knows, this conversation can be had another time. For now, he’ll do as he swore. To make it up to you until morning comes.

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milkoomi · 4 months ago

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ a guide to preparing for a new semester ᝰ.ᐟ

part two

i wanted to add a few more tips from the previous post i made for this! it won’t be an entire series, but i got to thinking and realized there are other things i wanted to discuss!

let’s begin !!

ᝰ.ᐟ sleep schedule

it’s extremely important to get 7-8 hours of sleep every night. i feel like this idea of pulling all-nighters and doing these extreme study sessions are almost glorified amongst students. everyone dreams of being the “perfect” or best academic weapon, but let’s be honest here: sacrificing your sleep— your health— will only make you sacrifice your grades.

there are countless studies out there that show the importance of sleep, so please make sure you’re getting a good amount of rest! your brain needs to recharge just as the rest of your body does! matter of fact, your body can’t function unless your brain has the energy to provide that functionality.

creating a sleep schedule

go to bed and wake up at the same time every day. i created this post on getting better sleep & creating a good nightly routine! i always try to be in bed and asleep by 10:30pm and wake up at 6:30am. not only do i get my desired 8 hours, but it helps me maintain my routine!

no screen time 1 hour before bed. i mentioned this in the post i liked previously, but it’s seriously so important to stay off your phone when you’re trying to go to sleep. i stop using my phone around 8:30-9pm and ever since doing so I’ve gotten much better sleep and it’s been easier for me to fall asleep!

ᝰ.ᐟ fuel your mind

this point i’m about to make is purely my own opinion and what has genuinely helped me just get through my day, but: eat breakfast. i am a firm believer of “breakfast is the most important meal of the day” because there were days i didn’t have breakfast and i felt dead inside. like seriously! without that nutritional energy that my body and my brain needed, i just felt so lethargic and exhausted.

i know a lot of people tend to skip breakfast, but even as your day progresses it’s important to make sure you get that brain food in your system. whether it’s a good snack or a great meal, make sure you have something in your system!

juno’s fav breakfast meals

oatmeal with slices of banana!! i usually have the Quaker brand (the maple & brown sugar is my favorite) and then i just add some banana slices! really quick and easy, but still something filling and nutritional!

avocado on naan bread!! i usually make this when i have more time in the mornings just because i like to add either a fried egg or some bits of bacon on my little breakfast sandwich! you can also substitute the naan bread with a bagel! i also like to spread a little bit of cream cheese on the bread!

yogurt and granola!! this is another quick & easy breakfast option i love! i use just about any yogurt that i might have in my fridge and then i add granola! i’ll also add any fruit that i’m feeling that day (especially if the yogurt i have is just plain)!

ᝰ.ᐟ change your mindset

i know a lot of have had this mindset of “i have to go to school/to study” but instead we should have a mindset of “i get to go to school/to study!”

when we view school or studying as a chore, our mindset can quickly change into something that doesn’t motivate us and that makes us hesitant to focus our minds on our academics. getting to have an education is a privilege and we have to treat it as such. we’re lucky enough to be able to attend school/college/university, so we have to make our time learning and studying worth it.

when you think of school/studying, think to yourself how blessed you are to be able to take the time you have and put it towards your education! change your mindset so that you feel motivated to be in school and to study!

ᝰ.ᐟ final notes

how you treat yourself and your health and how you view school can either make or break you during this new semester. so, i’m going to repeat myself once again: take care of yourself! your health, your mental well-being, and your mind all need to be taken care of if you want to excel during this semester and throughout your academic career! you also have to remain positive, burn out and frustrations with your education are very real things, but you have to make sure you’re able to pick yourself back up when things start going south. i truly hope this new semester for those of you still in school is a great one! always do your best because your best is enough and always remember to take good care of yourself and be kind to yourself!

with lots of love, juno 🌷

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Dandelion News - April 15-21

Based on the results of this poll, for the next few weeks I’m gonna test out doing 5 articles a week instead of 10, as part of an effort to maintain my own mental health. If these half-sized posts get markedly fewer notes, I’ll try to figure out a different compromise.

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1. Chicago Teachers Union ratifies groundbreaking contract cementing LGBTQ+ protections

“The agreement includes meaningful raises, smaller class sizes, and more classroom resources, but it also codifies some of the most comprehensive LGBTQ+ protections ever included in a public school labor deal. Among the new provisions are gender-affirming health care for staff, a trained Gender Support Coordinator in every school, codified protections for chosen names and pronouns, and a mandate that every school upholds inclusive curriculum standards and supports student-led Gender and Sexuality Alliances.”

2. Clean energy from rain? Scientists generate electricity from falling droplets

“Researchers from the National University of Singapore have used rain-like droplets moving through a tube to generate enough energy to light up 12 LEDs. […] They say that plug flow energy could be simpler to set up and maintain than hydroelectric power plants, and it could be convenient for urban spaces like rooftops.”

3. Utah Remains Rich in Bee Diversity

“Researchers set out to document Utah’s bee species to determine the best way to conserve them. […] In total, the researchers documented 1,167 bee species in the state.”

4. Endangered sea turtle populations show signs of recovery in more than half the world, survey finds

“Endangered sea turtles show signs of recovery in a majority of places where they're found worldwide[….] In more than half of the areas studied, threats are declining overall, the study found. [… G]reen turtles are still considered endangered globally, but their populations show signs of recovery in many regions of the world, researchers found.”

5. Florida Creek Restoration Benefits Fish and People in Jacksonville

“The restoration of McCoys Creek with NOAA funds is creating fish habitat and recreational space for community members. It also takes 150 homes out of the flood zone. […] This work is part of a larger plan to establish the Emerald Trail, a 30-mile walking and cycling path connecting 14 downtown neighborhoods to multiple parks and greenways.”

April 8-14 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

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Affordable Universities in London for International Students

London, one of the most dynamic cities in the world, is a dream destination for students seeking a world-class education. While it’s known for its top-ranked universities, many international students worry about the high cost of living and tuition fees. The good news? London is also home to affordable universities that provide quality education without breaking the bank. In this article, we’ll explore affordable options, available scholarships, and tips to manage the cost of living in the city. If you’re interested in learning about the top universities overall, check out Best universities in London for international students.

Why Choose Affordable Universities in London?

London offers incredible opportunities for networking, internships, and cultural exposure. Choosing an affordable university doesn’t mean compromising on education quality; many of these universities are globally recognized and provide excellent academic and professional support to international students.

Top Affordable Universities in London for International Students

Here’s a list of affordable universities in London that combine academic excellence with reasonable tuition fees:

1. University of East London (UEL)

Average Tuition Fee: £12,000–£14,000 per year

Highlights: Known for its diverse student body and innovative courses, UEL provides excellent student support and career development services.

Scholarships: Offers various scholarships, such as the International Scholarship, which reduces tuition fees for eligible students.

2. London South Bank University (LSBU)

Average Tuition Fee: £13,000–£14,500 per year

Highlights: LSBU is renowned for its employability-focused programs and state-of-the-art facilities.

Scholarships: Provides international student scholarships worth up to £3,000.

3. Middlesex University

Average Tuition Fee: £14,000–£15,000 per year

Highlights: Offers a range of programs in business, art, and technology, making it an excellent choice for career-oriented students.

Scholarships: Features multiple international scholarships and financial aid options.

4. University of Greenwich

Average Tuition Fee: £15,000–£16,000 per year

Highlights: Known for its stunning riverside campus and supportive learning environment.

Scholarships: Offers tuition fee discounts through its International Scholarship Scheme.

5. Ravensbourne University London

Average Tuition Fee: £12,500–£13,500 per year

Highlights: Specializes in creative courses like design, fashion, and media, ideal for aspiring artists and designers.

Scholarships: Offers creative-focused scholarships and financial aid

Scholarships for International Students

Many of the affordable universities in London offer scholarships to international students to ease the financial burden. Here are a few:

Chevening Scholarships: Fully funded scholarships offered by the UK government for exceptional students.

Commonwealth Scholarships: Available for students from Commonwealth countries, covering tuition fees and living expenses.

University-Specific Scholarships:

UEL International Scholarship

Greenwich International Scholarship

LSBU International Student Discount

Cost of Living Tips for International Students

Managing your finances in London can be challenging, but with smart planning, you can enjoy your student life without overspending.

Affordable Accommodation:

Opt for university accommodations or shared housing to save costs. Areas outside central London are cheaper yet well-connected by public transport.

Transport Tips:

Use an Oyster Card or Student Travel Card for discounted public transport fares.

Part-Time Jobs:

International students can work up to 20 hours a week during term time. Universities like UEL and Greenwich have career services to help you find suitable roles.

Plan Your Meals:

Cooking at home is significantly cheaper than eating out. Look for student discounts at grocery stores and restaurants.

Why Affordable Doesn’t Mean Compromising on Quality

Affordable universities in London still offer world-class education, advanced research opportunities, and diverse cultural experiences. These institutions are equipped with modern facilities, excellent faculty, and strong industry connections. Moreover, by choosing these universities, you can allocate your savings to other important aspects like networking, internships, or exploring the city.

Conclusion

Studying in London doesn’t have to be prohibitively expensive. By choosing affordable universities like the University of East London or Middlesex University, you can enjoy quality education while keeping your finances in check. Don’t forget to explore scholarships and financial aid to further reduce costs. For more insights, check out Best universities in London for international students.

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fleurhcss · 1 year ago

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𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐨 𝐈𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 - Seungmin x FEM!Reader

cw: some cunty and kinky shit, very hard sex, best friends to lovers, very possessive and hard dom seungmin with a sweet trait (im sorry i love my minnie), bratty reader, you are really a whore, stripper reader, mention of alchool and jealousy, handcuff

sw: hair pulling, pinv, cunnilingus, oral (M! receving), orgasm denial, multiple orgasm, scratching, biting, marking, bit of blood cuz seungmin is very kinky bastard MDNI!

wc: 7k

synopsis: Financially, you are not doing well. In addition to your part-time job, you attend some clubs in the evenings in order to earn a little more money. You do not mind showing off, as you love receiving compliments from men and finding new partners with whom to engage in sexual intercourse in order to satisfy your sexual frustrations. Your closest friend, Seungmin, is unaware of these circumstances. Given his protective nature, it is likely that he would take extreme measures to protect you. One unexpected outcome of the situation is that the individual in question has become a possessive dominant. He unintentionally discovers the extent of your job. This results in a particularly harsh fuck between the two, during which he is merciless. Your initial perception of him was that of a kind and gentle individual. However, upon further reflection, it becomes evident that he is, in fact, a complex and intriguing character. His actions and demeanor often elicit a strong emotional response, including feelings of intense arousal and even physical sensations such as bleeding.

a/n: hiii, I'm writing this since the chanel event! I'm sorry if i take request so sloowly but it's exam ses. now! Hope you will like this, i had fun writing it 🫶🏻🩷 made especially for this cutie @chrizzztopherbang .

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Another day at one of your many jobs. Lately you have been having financial problems. These included paying for university fees, rent, food, bills and other necessities. To supplement your income, you have been working four different jobs: bartending, librarian, after-school care every other day, and nightclub work every night. Your friends were unaware of this aspect of your life, as it caused you considerable embarrassment to discuss it. However, you did not feel uncomfortable about it. The practice of tipping for extra services was beneficial, although not all men were comfortable with it. Some men were able to satisfy the sexual frustrations of the women with whom they engaged in such activities. At this point, you were in the midst of a professional endeavour, helping high school students to improve their GPAs. It is remarkable that these students held you in such high esteem. Despite the exhaustion that inevitably accompanied the work, you found great satisfaction in your role. As you corrected the maths exercises of the esteemed Hana, an Anglo-Korean girl whom you held in high esteem and who always presented you with exquisite drawings, you contemplated the future once you had completed your current task.

At nine o'clock in the evening you were expected at one of the clubs in the city centre for your usual performance. In addition to the attractive salary, this job had another important advantage: you had always been passionate about dancing, and this was the closest thing you had to it. However, you had been forced to give up dancing for lack of time and money. After finishing the boys' homework and explaining some philosophical concepts and mathematical formulas, you retired to bed to get some rest. Fortunately, it was still six o'clock, allowing you to rest after an already exhausting day. You had studied in the morning, worked in the afternoon and now, in a few hours, you would resume your night work. The strange absence of your best friend's usual appearance or phone call had not yet occurred. At least he was fine. Seungmin was your best friend. He had two different personalities: during the day he was a polite and wealthy individual who showed considerable intelligence and respect; at night, when he was with his friends, he became a kind of Don Giovanni heartthrob. There is no denying that he had a certain appeal.

He was very protective of you and never allowed other men to interfere in your romantic life. As a result, he was the first to not know of your secret occupation. It is difficult to predict how he might have reacted, and it may have been for the best that he was not informed. If he ever discovered your secret, he would hunt down the men you were with one by one, and the outcome of that hunt was uncertain. He would then turn his attention to you, giving you a good-natured lecture and possibly resorting to other forms of intimidation. Your best friend was able to make him feel afraid, although you had learned this not from him but from Jisung, Seungmin's best friend, who had been caught having sex with his professor in Seungmin's car. You still remember his displeased behaviour and you were reluctant to provoke him further.

However, your premature declaration of triumph was premature, for he had not telephoned, but had arrived at your home just as you were about to fall into a deep sleep. The most disturbing aspect of the situation was the fact that you had given him the keys to your home, as he had been your closest friend for several years. So there was no need for you to get up and open the door for him, as he suddenly walked into your room in his gym clothes. This was somewhat unexpected, as he had previously expressed no interest in going to the gym. He himself noticed your puzzled expression at his unusual post-gym attire and appearance. "Good afternoon! Don't look at me with such disdain, Changbin Hyung is forcing Jisung, Felix and me to work out with him because he says we're too skinny," and you were overcome with laughter. The aforementioned were remarkably thin, consisting of two adorable little men with minimal musculature. They looked like little fairies, including Changbin, who seemed to have exaggerated musculature. Seungmin was considerably taller than the others and had broad shoulders. The image of him working out with them was quite funny.

"It's funny to consider the prospect of you working out with them. It is equally amusing to consider the prospect of you doing any kind of training at all, considering your past dislike of training," you concluded, making yourself comfortable and making room for your friend to sit next to you on the bed. He gave you a friendly pat on the arm and pouted in a way that was both endearing and characteristic of him. You had coined the term "Seungballons" to describe this particular pout, as it resembled a balloon. Furthermore, the addition of a pout in the form of a kiss would invariably render one unconscious. You found this behaviour endearing, and it prompted you to engage in a reciprocal act of affection by kissing him on the cheeks. "Ugh, in the end I have to admit that it is not without merit. It is a long-standing affair that is difficult to notice because of my tendency to wear baggy clothes. However, I have gained a considerable amount of muscle mass. Look." He said as he lifted the shirts he was wearing, causing you to be quite shocked because, yes, your friend had two pecs and a well-developed six-pack. His physical appearance provoked a strong emotional response, but he was your closest friend and you were unable to entertain such thoughts.

"You must tell Changbin that he has done an excellent job with you," you swallowed, made a feigned smile and drank some water, trying to erase the image of your best friend's partially naked body from your mind - although you did not mind. "I will, and I am grateful to you, my dear . Although we're going to a club tomorrow night; would you like to come?" he asked. You froze, considering the possibility of being caught. However, they did not usually frequent such places, so you had some protection if your luck did not turn against you. "I would like to tell you that I am unable to attend. I have a full day's work and then I have to prepare for an upcoming exam. Nevertheless, I would be interested to know where you are going, if I may ask." "I am not sure. Binnie Hyung informed us that he had discovered a new place and we were curious to know more about it," Seungmin said thoughtfully, and you felt a sense of relief that you still had the opportunity to withdraw.

But you were not convinced by your friend's desperate expression; you suspected he was hiding something. "Are you okay, Min?" you asked as you adjusted his bangs. "Yes, and I am worried about the taste of some of my hyungs, to be honest," he replied, leading you onto the bed and initiating a bout of tickling. That afternoon, your thoughts were not on the information your friend had given you. Instead, you found yourself contemplating his toned, naked chest. You had not anticipated his physical attractiveness, especially given his previous behaviour. You had grown accustomed to his puppy-dog appearance, with its endearingly youthful features.

So you did not consider the possibility that he might have been working out.

It was obvious that the ensemble suited him. Seungmin already had broad shoulders and one of your vices was to lean on them when watching a film or going out. It was a habit you had developed, but it was not a common occurrence. "Please don't change the subject. I'm curious about Changbin's tastes."

You giggled and pulled yourself together again. Seungmin was no innocent, so he blushed slightly.

His former partners had confirmed this to you, as they had discussed his sexual performance in great detail. However, he was ashamed to discuss certain topics in public or with you, as you were his best friend. He saw you as an innocent girl, which you were not. "Let's say he has a taste for strippers and nightclubs. That is all I am saying, and I am aware that it is a rather embarrassing subject".

He finished by running his hand over his face, making you chuckle.

"As if you had never seen a woman without her clothes on." You made the claim. In fact, he had observed numerous instances of female nudity, including those of his romantic partners.

"Yes, but I was with them. I am not like Hyung who has adventures with women who lap dance for him in night clubs". Had he been aware of this, he would have realised that this is exactly what you do for a living. "You have never considered fucking a woman you are not romantically involved with and who is not your girlfriend?" you inquired as you began to manipulate the fabric of his suit. "No, I'm... shy," he replied, biting his lip. He was looked at with a certain amount of disbelief.

" You! are shy?" you asked, looking at him with an expression that even he, as your closest friend, could not interpret. "Yes, I am," he replied, grimacing and then playfully pushing you. "You're really weird, Kim Seungmin," you pushed him back and then initiated a tickling session, blushing as you felt how well trained and sculpted he was under your touch. It was not the first time you had touched a well-trained chest, but Seungmin's did something to you. Maybe it was because he was your closest friend, or maybe it was because he was different from the others you had met, or maybe it was because you were used to seeing him consistently and exclusively as a thin individual with broad shoulders.

It can be argued that, without meaning to, you became preoccupied with fantasies about Seungmin to an extent that was inappropriate. Not only had you been friends for years, but he was one of your closest friends. Although you found it difficult to erase certain images of him from your mind, you felt guilty about thinking about him in a certain way. It is also worth noting that your nighttime occupation presented certain challenges. It would be highly undesirable for any of your friends, especially Seungmin, to become aware of your nighttime activities. On reflection, Seungmin had mentioned visiting a nightclub. If he were to find you on duty at one of the clubs where you were a regular, your situation would be untenable. It is unclear how Seungmin perceived you, but it is unlikely that he saw you as a dancer in one of the clubs that your best friend's best friend appreciated.

He suddenly asked what he should wear, causing you to look at him with a certain amount of concern. Your best friend was known for his occasional eccentricities. "Excuse me, but do I look like an expert on nightclubs to you?" you inquired, your tone betraying a certain concern. "No, but as a woman you might have the knowledge to dress me in a manner that would impress," he replied, almost shyly, though his demeanour betrayed his true feelings. "So my dear Min wants to impress a girl?" you inquired, playfully pinching his cheek as you laughed. He looked at you with a look of displeasure. "I am a man and I have not fucked for several months. I have certain... needs. By the way, it is undoubtedly a challenge for me to refrain from emotional connection during fucks. However, I cannot resist certain urges. Perhaps at the end of the night I can get a positive response from someone," he said in a low voice, his hands covering his face. "Are you really saying that you want to fuck while being all shy, Kim Seungmin?" You laughed in his face for the umpteenth time. "What do you want? It seems like you haven't fucked for a long time." He tousled your hair, but watching your expression closely, he returned it with a confused one, to say the least.

The problem was that you lacked the ability to lie effectively, especially in the context of deceiving him. As a result, you often displayed peculiar facial expressions that he was able to read with remarkable clarity. "Oh my God, fuck! You fucked with someone and didn't tell me?" he asked, his expression showing more anger than offence. "That is not true. You are imagining these events," you replied, trying to maintain a neutral expression. "Yes, you did. You fucked and did not tell me about it. You know you cannot lie to me, Y/N," he said, biting his lip with an expression that was both serious and intense. The atmosphere had become noticeably more intense, with a palpable sense of unease and tension. You were in a compromising situation and had placed yourself in a vulnerable position. You could have been sure that you felt the first drops of perspiration forming on your face. However, you were forced to end the discussion before it got to the heart of the matter. The most expedient course of action was to acknowledge that it had happened, even if in a limited way. "It happened on a few occasions when I was drunk, but it was not a regular occurrence," you said, trying to give a concise account. Nevertheless, he was not inclined to inquire about the incident in question.

"Only a few times when you were drunk? Are you crazy? What if something had happened to you?" There was the protective Seungmin you wanted to avoid. You were grateful for his concern and lack of complaints, but sometimes it became unbearable. "Still, it didn't happen. I am mature enough to understand the consequences of my actions, Seungmin," you said, pointing at him with your finger as if to admonish him. "Yes, I am aware of that, but I am concerned for your well-being," he said, grabbing your arm and then taking a bite. It could be described as a unique form of affection with which he expressed his apology to you. "I am aware, Seung, but don't worry, I am fully aware of my actions," you smiled at him, taking his face in your hand and planting a kiss on his forehead. "You should return home, as you are in a rather foul state, Mr Gym," you playfully admonished him, giving him a light tap on the shoulder before he left your domicile.

The working day was going to be quite long.

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You were deeply distressed and felt considerable discomfort throughout your body. At work the night before, you were forced to work an extended overtime shift (for which you were paid only half the normal rate). This resulted in a complex set of experiences, including physical pain and a significant financial reward. You were required to have sexual intercourse with two people, a task which you found unpleasant, particularly given the lack of arousal involved. However, the remuneration was satisfactory and you did not express any significant dissatisfaction. You were aware that the nature of the work was inequitable, but you found it necessary and occasionally used it as a means of satisfying certain desires. Fortunately, you had acquired the ability to fake an orgasm, which you used on some occasions, such as yesterday. At that time you were lying in bed, surrounded by books for your upcoming exam, and in a few hours you would have to go to work in the morning.

That night, despite your best efforts, you had to go to a club in the city centre. You had completely forgotten that Changbin was going to take Seungmin and the others to a club in the city centre, which could very well have been the one you were on duty at that night. However, you had not considered this possibility and your mind was so preoccupied that it kept slipping away. So you prepared discreetly for your exam, unaware that that night was the perfect opportunity for you to meet your closest friend, who was likely to be visibly distressed. You were due to perform your duties that afternoon and hoped that the number of customers would be relatively small, given your limited mobility.

The mere anticipation of returning to work that night caused a deep sense of anxiety. You hoped that no one would ask for private shows or other activities that you sometimes found unpleasant. The only desire was to rest and wake in a pool of wealth. You rose listlessly to prepare your lunch. It was not possible to combine work and rest in this way, so you had to take painkillers and vitamins.

You then found yourself preparing and serving smoothies and ice creams in your favourite café. Your day went on as usual. What you did not anticipate was the presence of your closest friend at the table you were to serve. One might ask whether you should not have been preparing for your evening activities. One is tempted to inquire about the nature of their joint venture in a café a few hours before their nightclubbing. They expressed their displeasure at the proprietor's suggestion that they should hurry to serve the aforementioned table, and furthermore, they could not avoid the situation, as Seungmin was aware that this was a table assigned to you, and sat there consistently with the intention of being served.

After a long period of contemplation, you approached them. "Good evening, shouldn't you be getting ready for your clubbing night?" you said, your tone sarcastic. Your friend smiled at you and pinched your side. You wanted to run away. "Jisung is unable to consume alcohol unless he has had a meal or smoothie beforehand," Felix informed him, drawing a scornful look from him. "It is not recommended to consume alcohol on an empty stomach." The boy explained that alcohol is absorbed more quickly into the bloodstream and the effects of intoxication are more pronounced. "Isn't that the point of going to nightclubs? And who told you this? Your respected professor?" the older boy asked jokingly. They looked at each other with a strange expression and Seungmin continued to explain the matter: Jisung had a somewhat unconventional relationship with one of his university professors, characterised by frequent flirting. "I have to respectfully disagree. Minho is a very good professor," he replied, blushing. Her expression was unmistakable. "You're calling him by his first name now, too," he observed, causing a general outburst of mirth, especially the adorable blush on Jisung's chubby cheeks.

"So what can I get for you?" you inquired, interrupting the conversation to take their orders and get out of your friend's company. You were particularly keen to avoid the question from your friend, who would undoubtedly invite you to the evening's event.

You had only been there a few minutes when you noticed Seungmin casting furtive glances in your direction and his friends teasing him about something you did not understand. Unbeknownst to you, they were teasing him about the fleeting glances he was sending your way. "Seungmin, did you notice that you are eating her with your eyes?" inquired Felix, appropriating the cherry from his milkshake. "That's not right," he replied, taking a sip from his glass. "Indeed it is. One might suggest that you ask her out," the blonde continued. "That would be an unusual and somewhat awkward situation, and then I believe she might be involved in a nocturnal affair, or perhaps even a series of them," he said, lowering his head. "And you are jealous! "Which leads to the question if this is what you want to do tonight," Changbin inquired. "Be silent. It is possible that I am indeed jealous. "

The observed behaviour was merely the incessant movement of lips in an attempt to escape the source of discomfort as quickly as possible. Fortunately, twenty minutes later the group left and Seungmin offered you a quick kiss on the cheek. This sparked further merriment among his small group of friends, causing you to become increasingly suspicious. Your only concern was to avoid running into them at the nightclub where you were working that night. This had been your intention since yesterday, since your closest friend had informed you of it. Your anxiety about this matter was greater than your concern about your inability to dance effectively due to the discomfort of the previous night.

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In the midst of your preparations for the upcoming show, you were forced to change your clothes in a hurry. Fortunately, you had already finished your make-up. The evening dress was of a revealing nature and the dancing was expected to be energetic. It was hoped that the wearer would not feel uncomfortable. Your colleague entered your dressing room and informed you that you were about to perform, so you began your usual stage performance for adolescent and middle-aged males.

The only people missing were those you expected to see at the club. The only discernible difference was that they were watching you, watching you with particular interest, especially your closest friend, who opened his eyes wide as he consumed no less than two shots in the space of three minutes. "What is she doing there?" he asked, clenching his fists as he fixed his gaze on you. "I'm sure there must be an explanation, and maybe she didn't tell you because she didn't want you to worry," Jisung said, grabbing his shoulders behind Changbin as Seungmin seemed on the verge of exploding. "She's undeniably attractive," the shorter one remarked, drawing a withering look from the younger one. "Hyung, I strongly recommend you not to make any advances towards her. It is already difficult enough for me not to pick her up from the stage, but I assure you that as soon as she goes to the dressing room, I will not let her get away from me." He downed another shot of vodka.

It is unfortunate that at the end of your nightly performance, another person followed you into the dressing room and you failed to notice the presence of Seungmin, who was standing directly behind you and had suddenly issued a silent threat. The incident was so severe that when you turned around you suffered a stroke and lost the ability to speak. Your situation was indeed very screwed up. "Seungmin, I can..." you were abruptly interrupted and led to your dressing room where he sat you down at your personal table. His gaze was one of intense desire, imbued with the combined effects of alcohol and rage. You had never seen him in such a state. "Explain? What exactly do you want to explain to me? Explain how you sold your body without ever telling me?" He said, grabbing your waist. That should not have aroused you.

"I have economic problems and this is the only job that offers a satisfactory salary," you said in your defence. "I am indifferent to the matter. I could have helped". You are my property, OK? No one is allowed to touch you, Y/N". He then kissed you with considerable passion and force. This was a source of considerable distress for you, as it was different from your expectations of the situation. Although you experienced a degree of pleasure, the situation remained somewhat unusual. His hands were of considerable size and appeared to be a suitable instrument for caressing. "Why not? Who decided that I belong to you?" you inquired in a teasing manner. At this point the situation became increasingly amusing for you as well. "I must now erase the memory of this unclean contact before I had the opportunity to do so," he whispered into your ear before reaching down into the hollow of your neck and allowing you to ingest the substance. "Seungmin, my legs are tired. I am unable to walk," you informed him, indicating your own limitations. "There are numerous other ways to satisfy our mutual desires, and we will address this particular issue at a later time." Furthermore, I am. While I wish to destroy you, I would never take advantage of a woman in this state. Remarkably, he remained in character as the usual Seungmin knight.

"What are you going to do in my dressing room?" you asked, watching as he bent down between your thighs and pulled off the suit you had worn for the evening. "I am not sure. I have a craving, if I may be so bold as to say." He smiled. This young man you had previously considered a potential threat to your sanity. He found your body aesthetically pleasing. He began another insatiable and passionate kiss. His hands descended in a sweeping motion, tracing a path down your body, cupping your thighs and gradually rising to your buttocks, which he gripped firmly in a vice-like grip. "Your beauty is such that it is unconscionable to wait any longer. I want you and I want to play a little," Seungmin said with a sneer in his voice. Then he moved you to the small sofa with the instruction to straddle his body. He proceeded to kiss your neck, leaving a series of marks. It was inevitable that he would bite you, it was apparently a habit of his. You had learnt it from his exes. He would bite you to let you know he owned you, bite you until you bled, and lick the mess he made. This aroused you considerably. He smiled, indicating that he understood. You were in a state where he could do as he pleased. No other person had ever made you feel such intense arousal.

"Look at you, you are ready for me to do anything I want to you." He was not aware of this either.

The young man moved closer to you, initiating another passionate kiss as he cupped your neck with one hand and used the other to caress your intimacy. The movements were slow at first, but soon accelerated as your best friend removed your panties and quickly stroked your clit. When he became tired, he began a long series of kisses on your inner thighs. He then grabbed your thighs and brought them up to his shoulders. He then began to leave kisses on your vagina. "Please don't wait any longer," you said and Seungmin laughed and then began to lick your cunt in a long slow motion. He cupped your ass as he massaged it. You had been waiting for this moment ever since he had put his thin, large hands on your waist the day before.

"Seungmin, please..." you almost begged him before arching your back in a series of involuntary gasps, clinging to the back of the sofa as best you could. You looked at him, pressing harder against his face, wanting more and more. He laughed as he watched the reactions he was provoking in you with each touch, which only served to increase his desire to possess you. He grinned as he continued what he had begun. His hands were firmly harpooned in your bottom and thanks to the pleasure you were experiencing, you had thrown your head back. He laughed again as his tongue continued its work. He found the taste of you on his taste buds particularly delicious, sending him into a state of intense pleasure. He was deeply and passionately in love with you, with every aspect of your being. His nose came into contact with your pubic hair as a result of the depth of penetration achieved with his tongue. He was enjoying himself to a considerable degree, as evidenced by your moans and the pulling of strands of his hair. Seungmin was not uncomfortable with this aspect of your behaviour, in fact he found it erotic in a special way. He smiled as his tongue explored your orifice in slow, circular movements designed to bring you to a state of ecstasy. Seungmin silently enjoyed the experience. His only goal was to ensure your pleasure. His hands moved to the sides of your thighs, which he slapped hard. He took pleasure in leaving his marks, but he would never do anything to harm you; he worshipped you.

Then his hands moved in a circular motion, grasping your thighs and placing them on your shoulders. His mouth, which had previously been in contact with your clit, moved to sink his teeth into your inner thigh. He took pleasure in leaving his marks on you. No one was allowed to touch his woman; you were his and his alone. You were his. A pocket knife emerged from his boot, the purpose of which was unclear. However, before this could be determined, he took your labia majora between his teeth and pulled them towards him, pressing them against his mouth in order to suck your clitoris. This was done in a manner reminiscent of sucking a straw. He then drew a thin line with the blade of the penknife, leaving a streak of blood, all the way to your mound. This brought you to a state of considerable arousal. He withdrew from your vulva, reached up to begin his work, and began to lick the warm, crimson liquid that was slowly oozing from the wound. In addition, the moans of pain and pleasure you gave him drove him to a state of unprecedented ecstasy. The sensation of your mouth alone was more fulfilling than any other experience. He continued to suck on the blood dripping from the wound, causing further lesions on his breasts, around his nipples, in his groin and near his navel. This only accelerated his orgasm. Furthermore, when he inserted two fingers into your mouth, which was already open, he continued to stimulate your tongue. "Look at you... my submissive slut," he said, smiling.

He sneered as he took your face between his fingers. The picture showed you in a blood-soaked state. After a short interval, he withdrew his fingers and proceeded to stimulate your orifice by alternately inserting and withdrawing his digit. This was done in such a way as to create a deep sense of arousal. Seungmin was fascinated by the prospect of fucking you at that moment. "What is your desire, my princess?" "Not that you can do much in this state," he said, laughing, referring to his fingers inside you. "I want to touch you," you whispered, your voice hoarse from the constant moaning. "You can do better than that," he winked, then pulled away and sat you down on your side, then stood up, took off his trousers and sat down beside you. You stood frozen for a moment at the sight of his length; he was tall and compact. You had never seen one like it before.

"I see you are happy with it, Princess," he said, bringing your face close to his. You had fully perceived what he was trying to achieve. You were fully aware of his intentions. You were incapable of uttering any further words, as if his imposing stature had put you in a state of trance. He then proceeded to rub the head of his member against your lips in what appeared to be a teasing manner. It was not difficult for you to open your lips and make contact with the glans. You then proceeded to suck on the tip and then ran your tongue along the entire circumference and veins. You stimulated the testicles with your hands, causing him to moan hoarsely. As you continued to insert him fully into your mouth until you reached the uvula, you let out a moan that caused his member to tremble. This elicited a high-pitched moan from him.

"Fuck, baby like that." He explained that by grabbing your hair and then fucking your mouth, you were sure that you would come again if he continued.Indeed, your assumption proved to be correct.

That is exactly what happened.

"Fuck Y/N, I'm coming, take it off," he said, removing his hand from your hair. But you had no intention of removing your mouth. You grabbed his thighs and thrust his member deep into your throat, causing him to release inside you with a long, audible moan. You swallowed, licked your lips and looked at him. "You are incomprehensibly unaware of the effect you have on me," he winked. "I can, however, inform you of the effect you have on me." You giggled, then reached up to his ear and planted a kiss beneath it. "You have brought me to another orgasm," you said with a hint of mockery.

"Now, if it pleases you, I would be grateful for a date and to clean you up," he smiled as he led you to your private bathroom. "I would be most honoured, sir," you replied, laughing. It was not the ending you had expected.

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The experience of being discovered by Seungmin during a night shift would not be on any normal person's bucket list. However, the incident led to a change in your life. Seungmin had persuaded you to quit your job at a nightclub because he was concerned about your welfare and did not want you to be used as a mere object by men. Among other things, he had offered to support you financially until you found suitable alternative employment. He helped you to find a job that offered a comparable income and was adamant that it did not involve the exploitation of your body for sexual gratification. Although you were initially reluctant, given your long-standing opposition to his financial support, you eventually agreed.

The unexpected meeting also took place. He had invited you shortly after your encounter in the dressing room while he was discreetly cleaning up the mess. To be honest, you had never considered Seungmin as a potential romantic partner. However, your perspective had gradually changed over time. Back then, his friends, who were also your friends, had informed you that he had been casting furtive glances at you and had developed an interest in you. This confused you at first, but you eventually got used to it. You also had to prepare mentally for the meeting.

You did not deny that you were a little apprehensive; you were unsure of the destination he had in mind for this evening. He had instructed you to dress in a way that was both comfortable and tasteful, but your anxiety was growing. After a long shower, you began to look through your wardrobe, but it was difficult to choose an outfit without knowing where you were going. In the end, however, you chose a relatively simple ensemble consisting of a black ruffled skirt, not too short, and a top of the same colour that left your shoulders bare and had a boat neckline. You wore your beloved wedges. If you had to choose between them and heels, based on what Seungmin had told you about elegance and comfort, you would have chosen the latter. Your make-up was minimal, your hair was wavy and fell to your shoulders, your necklace was tightly fastened around your neck and all your jewellery was in its proper place. You completed your ensemble with a fruity and very sugary perfume before heading into the living room to wait for your no longer best friend.

Seungmin arrived shortly afterwards with a large bouquet of roses, in keeping with his reputation as a gallant man. You smiled as you remembered that he had not been in bed with you, especially after the knife performance. He said, "For you, my princess," and then kissed you on the lips. The anticipation of the evening's events had been palpable, yet the simplicity of the act itself evoked a deep sense of emotional resonance. The culmination of this experience was the tender kiss beneath the earlobe, accompanied by the words, "I hope you are well prepared as we have a long night ahead of us".

It was your firm belief that if he had continued to talk to you like this throughout the evening, you would have been so aroused that you would have removed your underwear, even if there had been no physical contact. In fact, you sighed before placing the roses in a vase of water and accompanying him to the car. It was a revelation to you that the vehicle in question was of considerable size. It was also admitted that Seungmin looked particularly handsome that night. He was wearing a black tank top and loose black trousers. His appearance was complemented by a leather jacket and jewellery. His footwear consisted of half-heeled ankle boots, which were as black as the rest of his outfit. His hair was lightly gelled and curly. He was a man of considerable qualities and attributes. You licked your lips and he watched, giving you the opportunity to do so. It was inevitable that he would drive you out of your mind as soon as he could.

There was no denying that the car ride had contributed to the evening's events. He held your thigh firmly in his hand and massaged your skin, occasionally reaching under the fabric of your skirt. He was aware that this was having a positive effect on you and you were similarly pleased by the experience. He felt a sense of predatory intent, like a predator with a vulnerable prey in his grasp.

The evening was going well. He had taken you to a modest restaurant at an elevated location, and you had enjoyed a sumptuous meat dish accompanied by an excellent wine. It was obvious that he had not missed the opportunity to cast certain glances at you as he sipped the vin rouge in his glass. He continued to look at you in an increasingly intimidating manner. The conversation went well and you had always enjoyed his company. The topics were varied and engaging, even when a situation had developed between you that couldn't be defined with a specific term. However, it seemed that Seungmin had anticipated your thoughts, as he initiated a discussion on the matter. "Considering that this is a full-fledged date, I would like to suggest that we raise the status of our relationship to boyfriend and girlfriend. I don't think there's any need for a proper dating, as I'm aware of your preferences," he said, raising his eyebrows as he took another sip of wine. "I agree, except for one thing: you do not know me well enough to have discovered my clandestine activities." You provoked him, knowing how the subject would arouse his jealousy. "I did not expect you to go so far." "I have always thought of you as my princess and hoped that you would eventually ask for my help." He wrinkled his nose. "Minie, it is important for me to be able to support myself. I am grateful for your help, but once I have secured employment, I would prefer you to stop helping me, okay?" you smiled with a pout in response.

Perhaps I should pay and we could go to my place?" he asked, smiling, before wiping his lips and getting to his feet. You did the same, but were stopped by him. He took your hand and kissed it before leading you to the exit. "This dinner is a date, and I am paying as usual. You are my friend and I will treat you properly," he said, making you blush. The gentleman in question displayed admirable behaviour and etiquette when dealing with women. He knew how to treat women with the respect and consideration they deserved. It is worth noting that in addition to the bedroom activities mentioned above, you had also gained an understanding of his somewhat eccentric behaviour outside the bedroom. You then waited outside the restaurant for him to return. He reappeared shortly afterwards, accompanied by a second bottle of red wine. "It was an excellent meal, and I have a plan for tonight. You'll see what I'm capable of, my dear," he said with a chuckle, then led you to the car and drove you both to his home.

To say that he did not even allow you the opportunity to survey the surroundings, despite your intimate familiarity with the house, was an understatement.

He immediately picked you up and carried you to his bed.

He then disappeared, returning with two goblets of wine.That night will remain indelibly etched in your memory.You watched as Seungmin took off his jacket and black shirt, leaving the vision to his well defined abs and the glittering necklace he was wearing.As you watched him take a sip of wine after almost completely undressing, you had to admit that his actions made your entire body tremble. Your panties were now soaked. "Now, Princess, undress for me," he said, grinning and licking his lips.He then lay on the bed with one hand behind his head and the other holding the goblet.

By this time the positions had been reversed, with the man on the bed watching your every move while you knelt in front of him, removing each piece of clothing until you were completely naked in front of him.

"How beautiful, come closer," he murmured. You approached him on all fours, the naked intimacy of your body matching his, still fully clothed. He watched you for a long time, as if to etch your image into his memory. You smiled and shivered as he began a gentle caress of your form. He caressed your cheek, shoulder and breasts in that order. He then moved to the other breast with his free hand, having previously placed the cup on the table. He began to massage it at a slow and deliberate pace, appreciating the texture of your skin. He then teased your nipple with his fingers, before pouncing on it with his lips and doing the same to the other. One hand, which had previously been at the back of your neck, now moved to your waist, where it began to caress it. His touch was so seductively overpowering that it left you breathless. He applied pressure to your hip as his lips played with your breasts. He then moved to your shoulders, biting and branding them. Your hands were clenched in his shoulders, scratching them lightly as you rubbed your vulva against the covered flap of his trousers. "Wait a moment, I want to feel you on me," he whispered in your ear.

He separated your bodies for a brief moment, then proceeded to undress you completely, allowing your intimacies to collide. "How about riding me?" he asked, smiling and winking. Your lips parted in surprise at the mere suggestion. It was highly unlikely that you would have survived the night. Seungmin was like a mermaid whose enchanting song was meant to captivate and enchant. You swallowed and then nodded in agreement. You applied gentle pressure to the head of his penis between your labia, causing you to pant and eliciting a moan from the Major. He had brought one arm back behind your head while the other held you tightly against him, increasing the contact. You lowered yourself completely onto him, allowing him to enter and fuck you completely, which he did with considerable force. Your moans mingled, accompanied by a soft exclamation of "Fuck!" from him. "Your cunt is both tight and warm, which feels very good. You should start to move," he instructed, and you complied. Normally such an act would have been abhorrent to you, but with him it was all so natural.

As he stroked your hips, you had begun to move at a slower pace. It was a sensation you had never experienced with any other partner. It was as if Seungmin had an innate understanding of the exact places and techniques needed to touch you. Your movements became faster and faster and your nails were driven into his back. "Min, I'm coming. I can feel it. My thighs are burning. Please, speed up!" You were on the verge. "No, not yet," you grunted, then changed positions. You vocalised your displeasure as he withdrew from your embrace, feeling a sense of emptiness. At this point you were positioned beneath him as he continued to penetrate you, his imposing frame towering over you.

You were sure that an orgasm was imminent, given his position on top of you as he thrust vigorously into you. However, he seemed to disagree, indicating that he was not interested in facilitating an orgasm. He claimed that it was too early for such a reaction. So he withdrew from you, leaving you with an empty feeling. "Please, Seung, I can no longer stand it," you begged him. Only after he had pushed you with an animal force did he give you permission to come. "Your warmth and tightness are so arousing...come for me," he whispered, allowing you to release yourself around him. He informed you that they had not yet reached the end of the act. He then turned you over on your stomach and began to leave bites and marks on your back, tracing a trail of them all over your ass. He continued to lick and slap the area between your buttocks, causing you to moan. Despite this, you still had some residual sensitivity from the previous orgasm.

You were unable to speak as he sank back into you, twisting your hair in his grip and pulling it towards him as he thrust violently, abusing your cunt. You arched your back and rolled your eyes, no one had ever given you such intense pleasure. "Ah... Seungmin... please..." you moaned one last time before you came again. "Who gave you permission?" he demanded, thrusting at a surprisingly fast pace. It was relatively easy for you to reach your third orgasm in a row that night. "Seungmin, I'm about to..." The words were barely audible.

"Come with me," he groaned and then proceeded to ejaculate into you and you after him, now exhausted. "I will get you the necessary cleaning supplies," he murmured, then stroked your side and got a cloth soaked in warm, damp water to clean you. He then tied your hair into a braid and made you a cup of hot tea after dressing you in a pair of clean briefs and one of his shirts. "You look so lovely," you murmured, trying to relax on his chest. "It's the least I can do after making you come how many times?" he said, laughing as he pinched your side. "Three, but don't boast, sir," you gave him a tongue-lashing. "Do all gentlemen do it rough?" you burst out laughing.

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