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OOO 22) nap + fenix 👀

22. nap a part of the continuation i did of this piece but can be read on its own. characters: fenix hayes, vesper moxley words: 5.589 (forgive me, hate me) warnings: mentions of blood but nothing serious, also disgusting sweetness and tenderness and fenix, because he deserves to be a warning.

Vesper’s eyes cracked open, body weighting double her normal load, and instinctively extended her arm to the bedside table, tentatively searching for her phone but having no luck in finding it. Instead she grabbed a wristwatch, surely not hers, and brought it as close as possible to her face so that those sleepy eyes of hers could manage to look at the hour. The screen was broken and had a few drops of blood staining it, but thankfully it still worked. Half past four in the morning, the glowing numbers signalled. Perfect, she barely slept for thirty minutes.

Ditching the watch back in its original place she questioned if trying to fall asleep again could be a worthy attempt or a useless feat. She closed her eyes but scoffed at herself immediately after: who was she trying to fool? Of course she wouldn’t be able to sleep for the next eighteen hours, at least.

Admitting defeat to her own ridiculous sleep pattern, she let out a tired groan and moved to get out of bed: a shower and finally eating something, anything at all, were her first aims. As plans never go accordingly to what she wishes for, a pair of arms wrapped around her lower stomach caged her back to the spot, a sound that resembled a whine followed and made her do a double take. Was that the grogginess still clouding her mind or did she really hear that?

Vesper tried to turn and twist in Fenix’s arms to regain freedom but only earned a second whining sound, her low giggle was impossible to hide this time. Witnessing Fenix squealing like a teen for something as trivial as getting out of bed had a touch of – in her own words – je-ne-sais-quoi of silliness.

Their legs intertwined messily as he tried to keep Vesper in bed longer, arms wrapping tighter around her waist and shifting her body impossibly close to his, Fenix’s face now planted against the crook of her neck; his stubble didn’t help the coaxing job he tried to enact, as it kept pinching at the sensitive skin and forced Vesper to twist again, shoulder rising to prevent the closeness and forcing him away. His sleep, or what little remained of it, was disturbed for the last time.

“Fine, fine.” Fenix finally spoke up, words slurred by sleep and muffled by her neck. “I get it, it’s impossible to sleep here.” Tone low and rougher than usual; Vesper never noticed how the raspy sound of his sleepy voice could let a shiver run up her spine like that. Or maybe she just pretended it never happened before.

“You can keep sleeping.” She merely reasoned, an open invitation to let her get up so he could keep on staying in bed for how long he wished for.

“Are you trying to do the walk of shame out of your own house now?” Fenix finally cracked open one his eyes, a soft smile tugging at his lips as the playful remark made Vesper scoff humorously. He moved his face and his so upsetting hispid cheeks away from her neck and sank his nose into her hair instead, the scent was biting and carried the memory of the last few hours endeavours, the fight they went through to escape a weird kidnapping being the perfect example; yet he could still catch the habitual smell of caramel mixed to the smoky notes of her favourite brand of cigarettes. Rich, full. Davidoff gold. Hell of an expensive type too. Of course he remembers about it, how could he forget that time when he bought a pack just to offer her one: she kept saying she would accept a smoke only if it’s her brand so Fenix had to get clever. In the end, Vesper refused him anyway, true, but at least he had it ready for the day she would accept. And eventually, she did. He pretended that was some kind of victory, if he ignored the other twenty or so times he got rejected.

“I just want to take a shower. And eat, I’m starving. Scared I’ll leave?” Her hand went behind her, searching and successfully getting to the nape of Fenix’s neck, fingers sinking into the short hair and soothingly offering a massage, fingers slightly scraping the scalp, just like he liked. Not that she knew, of course.

“Trembling like a leaf at the thought.” He hummed, eyes battling a war already lost to stay open, the pleasurable sensation was spreading quickly through the whole length of his neck and gently lulling him back to sleep. A few minutes went by in total silence, Vesper was sure he fell asleep again until a grumble followed immediately after she stopped the relaxing rub. “Didn’t I tire you out at least a bit?” Fenix annoyingly asked, Vesper only shook her head. “Did the thugs tire you out…?” Another negative response to which he replied with a relived sigh. “Thank god.” He gave another tight squeeze before asking his next request. “No sleep, I get it. At least stay here?”

Fenix tone was sweet, inviting, and it made Vesper’s heart tremble with longing: the answer was yes, of course it was yes, yet something made her self-aware – maybe it was the warm feeling taking control over her mind or the way she wished to stay in that exact same position forever. That wasn’t the right way to feel towards a ‘friend’, acquittance at best, the word kept slipping.

“Fine.” She admitted defeat, both to Fenix and the embarrassment she felt by accepting that invitation. She had to counterbalance the acceptance with something else. “But get off. You are getting too comfy around me.” Vesper pushed herself out of his arms, turning on her back as she slightly shoved him in the same position too. Fenix didn’t fight it but the disapproving groan he let out was unmistakable.

Did she regret her own words? Yes. Did she miss the way Fenix was holding her? Yes. Would she retract her words? No, sadly no. And she cursed herself for acting so foolishly.

“Scared you’ll like me?” He teased back. “Or it’s too late for that already?”

Vesper scoffed, the indignation at the accusation too marked to make it sound like he didn’t just say something definitively right. “I could never like someone like you.” A frown broke out her impassable features as she heard Fenix laugh – knowingly, amusingly – like someone that knew way too much, that got lied to but knew the truth hiding behind the words.

“So this means nothing, right?” He turned to look at Vesper’s profile; in the darkness of the room only the light coming from the street gave a semblance of a well-lit room.

“Yeah.” Another answer that Fenix expected. He knew that was a lie but he couldn’t hide that hearing it made him…sad? Empty? Maybe he was being just as stupid as her.

“So we will pretend we’ve been, don’t know, taking naps lately? Naked?” Vesper bit her lip, nose scrunched up. Oh, he knew what that meant, that bothered her. Even annoyed slightly.

“Could say so.” She crossed her hands over her stomach, paying attention to not let her arms rest over her wound, and let her head fall to the side to look at him. “I barely know anything about you.” A whisper, melancholy seeping through the words. That wasn’t entirely true, she knew a lot of little useless facts, like the way he would tap the heels of his boots against any kind of furniture – preferably the underside of a table – after he worn them. Godspeed, he would say. He was the superstitious type but he hated to hear it.

Fenix let his right hand fall behind his head, resting over it as he gave the statement some thought. “Ask me whatever you want then. Two chance to go crazy about anything you want.”

Vesper turned to her side completely to look at him, see if he was being serious, attention caught by the proposal. “And you’ll answer? Whatever the question?”

Fenix shrugged, it’s not like he had anything to hide. More or less. “But I will ask you two questions back.”

Vesper didn’t give it much thought before agreeing. “Deal. I’ll start.” What could she ask about, though? Suddenly all the possible questions she could’ve raised escaped her mind. Meanwhile, Fenix gracefully grinned, happy the suggestion pleased her that much, and admired the process of gears turning and twisting in her mind as she tried to come up with the right thing to ask. “What kind of music you like?” Vesper quizzed plainly, gaze turning to the roof.

Fenix snorted loudly. “I say you can ask me anything and that’s the first thing you go with?”

“A question like another.” Her shoulders raising, no one set a rule for serious-only questions. “Just answer.”

Fenix hummed pensively, fingers drumming over his chest and following some kind of tune that only him could hear. “That’s so difficult. I would say the kind that you would listen at like, three in the morning while driving god knows where in the middle of, don’t know, out there. Oh, and whatever the fuck was going on with Alan Sorrenti when he wrote Siamo figli delle stelle. And whatever was going on in the eighties in Japan too.” The words came rushing easily, like he expected Vesper to know everything he just mentioned, or understand what he meant.

“What…What the fuck all of that means, like…” Vesper eyebrows knotted together as annoyed response to whatever he just said, she didn’t catch a single thing – he was either not specific at all or too specific. “Do you like anything that isn’t prehistoric?”

“A bunch of songs there and here?” Fenix shot her a glance and saw the sour expression now adorning her features. “What? You asked that.”

“Yeah and I expected an answer I could understand.”

“What did you expect me to reply with? Fuckin’ Lizzy Wizzy? If I have to listen that Re-start, Re-heart, Repeat shit one more time I’ll smash my radio.” The tune of that song suddenly seized his mind and replaced the other he was playing, he repulsively stopped his finger’s moves. Goddamn Lizzy Wizzy again, he thought.

“Didn’t imagine you would answer with something so obscure no one alive know shit about it.” Vesper wondered if she could play any of the things he vaguely listed on her bass guitar, surely not for him. Just a curiosity.

“Sucks to have bad music taste then.” Vesper shot up from the bed and turned to look at him with exaggerated offence, covers were sliding off her body but she didn’t pay the exposure no mind; Fenix, on the other hand, gave more than just a glance.

“You have no taste at all and if you have, it’s complete shit.” The slander of her music taste never was something she could accept. Vesper pretended to smack him, placing her hand over his cheek and slightly pushing his face to the side, as if that would make him shut up.

Fenix allowed her little payback, but immediately grabbed her hand and pretended to bite the same fingers that just pushed him away. Vesper tried to free herself from his weird biting attempt, but then another hand made its way around her body and dragged her down on bed, effectively caging her again into his embrace. Vesper laughed, the sound harmonious and so spontaneous that Fenix could see her dimples show up. When was the last time she laughed that freely?

“My turn now.” He gently tucked behind her ear one short strand of hair that fell over her face, finally looking straight at her dark green eyes. The question slipped off his mind as Vesper stared back at him, a glint of amusement still present. This time she didn’t fight her way out of his arms, curious. “How did you get this one?” He touched the scar on her chin, thumb following it down to its full extension.

“Ah that’s a stupid one, no cool story to tell.” She smirked, insinuating that he just lost a chance for a good question. “You know those metallic cans? With like, tomato soup and so on.” She suggested, joining her fingers to form a round shape. Of course he knew, he wasn’t dumb – his squinted eyes suggested. “I was fourteen and my dad was dead drunk on the couch and I was starving. I picked one of those cans with tuna – which was stupid since I hate tuna but I was so hungry. I was trying to open it but that fucker was making it so hard to do that, so this is where shit goes does.” She rolls her eyes at the memory, the stupidity of the action washing over her again. “I hold that thing…how is it called…the pulling thing-y.” A dramatic pause followed, making her confession of idiocy even funnier. “With my teeth…” Fenix laughed out loud instantly, he already knew how the story would end; Vesper joined him, the sound infectious.

“Thank god I woke up before you tried to get a second scar just now.” Low-blow. That’s the kind of mistake you only do once. Hopefully.

“Anyway, I pulled and pulled until I learned that the bastards can really cut if you let them, it sliced my chin open. I thought I was gonna lose it. I don’t know how but I sure believed that. It began to burn and it touched it and I was like-” She widened her eyes in surprise and looked down at her hand, perfectly acting has her younger self. “That’s blood. That’s fucking blood. And it wouldn’t stop flowing. I was screaming so hard that my dad jumped up, then screamed as he saw blood pouring from my face and fainted. Had to wake him up again. All of that ended with a run to his ripperdoc friend to stich my chin up and check if he just had a heart attack. Of course I was still starving ‘cause in the end I didn’t manage to eat that.”

“See? That wasn’t a useless question, just got precious info on how gonk you are too.” Fenix mocked and she rolled her eyes, sharing this story became a regret already. “What did your dad say about it then?”

“You mean after he regained consciousness?” For a man so used to see blood in his line of work he did have a funny reaction, but waking up from a drunk sleep and see your own kid bleeding as much as she was – hands covered in it and watery eyes – you suddenly become very not immune to it. “He just laughed when I told him how things went and then bought me a taco.” Somehow the memory was a fond one, recalling her dad being worried sick and then laughing it off and buying her food made her heart clench, some kind of sting near it. He wasn’t perfect, but sometimes she indeed missed him.

Fenix registered her gaze softening, eyes unfocused as if she was looking at him but also through him. Something inside him, nameless and unclear, ordered to him to kiss her: he placed his lips over her chin, just where the scar resides, then he kissed his way up, one after the other, and upon finally reaching her lips, he placed a short, final, tender kiss there. Vesper didn’t fight it, letting it flow naturally.

While she allowed him to show such soft act, the mocking that came immediately after couldn’t be avoided. “Disgustingly sweet of you.” Lips curling upwards in a playful smile.

“Curse to be a man trying to be nice on this planet.” It was Fenix’s turn to roll his eyes now. Dramatically sprawling on his back, he let his right arm lay over his forehead in fake exhaustion.

“Except you are never nice.”

“Makes you wonder why now, ah?” He shot her a side glance, curious to see how she would react, the meaning of that was perfectly clear to both. It’s because of you. Vesper only hummed at the statement, investigating on that further would mean making her talk of things she wasn’t ready to say.

“Right, fine. My turn again.” Her next question was already present on her mind: since he asked about a scar, she would ask of something similar. Kind of. “What’s the story here, with those?” She reached for his hand – arm still resting over his head leisurely – and she clasped his two cyber-fingers in hers. Fenix turned on his side again, allowing his hand to lay between their bodies so she could take a better look at the replacements of what once was there. The sensation was still foreign; Fenix felt like, sometimes, nothing was missing, like he still had skin and bones and blood flowing through them and not cold material and cables and god knows what other mechanic bullshit. He should’ve expected a question about it, a dreaded one simply because he didn’t know how much he should or could share. “Hey.” Vesper called, placing her hands over his cheeks and fixing his wandering gaze on hers. “We said we would answer everything.” She lightly squeezed his face between her palms, making him look somehow funny.

“I know, ‘ight.” Word muffled and a bit slurred. Vesper stifled a giggle and loosened her grip to a simple gentle touch, unfortunately less funny. “Guy…Uh…shot them off.” Fenix said bluntly, like he just spoke of a daily occurrence. Surely not that much of a surprise in a place like Night City, but still quite shocking.

“Shot?” Vesper repeated, coaxing a better explanation out of him.

“Yeah, fuckin’ insane that one. We were on a job…kind of.” Calling the murder of his own parents a ‘job’ was quite funny to Fenix; the memory didn’t affect him in the slightest, not as much as the betrayal that he went through after. “We were supposed to kill some old bastards that totally deserved it, trust me. Like I know this sounds unreliable coming from me, but they did.” He placed his hand over Vesper’s cheek, just like she did moments before, and let his fingers – the ones protagonists of the story – lightly caress her skin. The touch felt new, unexpected, as the coldness of the cybernetic replacement was in stark contrasts with the warmth his body always had, no matter the situation. “And when we flatlined the fuckers and I thought everything was done for, he aimed his damn shotgun at my hand and made my fingers blow to bits. I was still holding my gun too.” He wiggled the missing limbs with disharmony, the memory making them ache. He knew that was impossible but the pain was real, just as intense as the exact same moment when he lost them. Vesper noted how, despite the calmness of his tone, something was hiding behind the words, a deep fury and hatred that never had the chance to be quenched; that felt way more than a job went bad. “He even left me there, blood loss and all. Damn prick, could’ve at least zeroed me directly.” Fenix gazed focused on his own hand and its slow travel as it went down along the woman’s neck.

“And then?” Vesper eagerly asked; aware that he wasn’t disclosing a lot of details, her curiosity was piqued nevertheless.

“And then I shamefully laid in my own blood, screaming in agony and maybe even crying a bit, not my best moment gotta admit. Until I thought, hey maybe a cyber-hand could be cool and I got up.” The pair laughed at the unlikelihood of the tale, it was clear that wasn’t exactly the truth but imagining Fenix suddenly stop his desperate cries and think ‘hey that might be cool’ was indeed hilarious. “Sadly the ripperdoc I rushed to said that two fingers ain’t enough for a full hand swap.”

“Tragedy.” She playfully commented.

“Tragedy indeed.” He repeated, voice nearly a whisper as he was still tracing a path with the back of his phalanges on the human canvas – shoulders, collarbones, all part of the journey. Eyes finally shot up to Vesper’s face as a shiver run through her body the moment he intentionally run his fingers over her chest, brushing lightly over a nipple, a cheeky smile playing over his lips.

“Did you find the guy that shot you after?” Vesper nonchalantly asked, ignoring his stupid grin, an indecipherable look fixed on him.

“That’s a third question already.” Fenix pointed, settling his hand along the curve of her hip.

“No, that’s a question in the question. We are allowed to do that. And you gave a shitty answer too, I’m not dumb, I can see the way you avoid a straight answer so shut up.” Fenix pressed his lips together, unable to reply. When she used that kind of tone, firm and sharp, it meant that no other words should be said to fight her back. “No wait, shut up about this but talk about my question.”

“Damn sorry, officer. Other orders?”

“Yeah, hold me again like you did before.” The request was unexpected, to say the least, and left Fenix quite shocked. It’s not an everyday occurrence to be treated so directly by Vesper, the night kept on gifting him pleasant surprises. And how could he say no to that as she looked at him almost lovingly, a small bashful smile sweetening her features. He complied immediately, letting his arm fully envelope her form and pushing her impossibly close once again, just enough space to look at each other’s eyes but not too far to prevent their noses touching, a giggle escaping both of them. “Oh and don’t call me that, I’m no corpo shit.”

“My bad, miss streetkid.” He teased back, Vesper frowned but said nothing, she just wished to hear the end of his little story. “To answer your question: no, didn’t shoot the motherfucker as a thank you gift. Yet. He kind of…disappeared. Or I haven’t searched that well yet, or he’s dead already. Who knows, but remember: don’t say cat if you don’t have it in the sack.” The phrase was met with a puzzled look and a furrowed brow, enough to make Fenix explain further. “He’ll get what’s coming to him. One day.” He found it nearly funny that he was talking about his own brother, and not some kind of backstabbing associate, but he didn’t dare add that last information. “Okay enough about this, it’s my turn now.”

Now it was Vesper that had to patiently wait for the next question. Meanwhile she shifted her legs until she could find a comfortable position in the mess of intertwined limbs – one hell of a challenge when both had been blessed, or cursed, with so much height. As she gazed at him a sudden thought formed: has he always been this handsome? The idea made her scowl immediately in embarrassment and she hoped he didn’t notice. She always knew he was pretty: the devilish smirk, the way his bicolored eyes can make a heart stop if he as much casts a look on you, the way the sunlight would get the freckles on his nose so evident and cute, his perfect jaw and that shadow of beard cloaking it, the little scar above his upper lip, his lips– Yeah, that was enough now. She knew he was beautiful, but now he looked positively perfect.

“Ah, got it.” Fenix finally said, making Vesper snap out of her awkward thoughts. “Have you ever been out of Night City? Like doesn’t need to be some fancy, far-away place, just out of the city.”

Vesper sighed, bored by the question. “You’re so bad at this, you didn’t ask anything interesting at all. Nope, I haven’t. Born and raised and living in Night City, my whole life. Sounds quite shitty when I say it out loud.”

“It’s kinda shitty, gotta admit.” She squinted at the reply, ready to bite back at the unnecessary mean comment. Fenix didn’t give her the chance. “What if we went somewhere? The two of us?”

“You–what. Wait. What. Like…what?” Vesper blinked a few times, not sure if that was one of his stupid fooling around episodes or else.

“Yeah like. Somewhere else, a new place, leaving this city behind. For good maybe. You name a place and we go, together. Like, don’t know. Colorado? Wanna see Denver? Pennsylvania? Why you would want to go there would be a mystery to me, but I’d go if you asked. Europe even. Paris? Rome? The fuck? Any place is as good as the other. I’ll take you there.” Words flooded without any stop, it felt like witnessing the unfiltered machination of his thoughts. Vesper just stared at him, taken aback, lips parted in surprise at the sudden burst. Fenix sure was a man with a certain kind of fire, yet that didn’t always reflect into his speech patterns, he could sound extremely laid back, lethargic even, a measured tone for every word. Whatever sparked that flame wasn’t a common occurrence for sure.

“I…I don’t.” She swallowed nervously, something felt tightly tied around her throat. “I don’t know, I have no idea.” Her hand reached for his bristly cheek as she whispered her words, thumb caressing him gently. Then she laughed, a short lived sound born out of uncontrollable bliss.

“Well, I would love to see Japan.” Fenix proposed as he reciprocated the gesture; Vesper rolled her eyes, an unspoken here he goes with Japan again. “I think Tokyo.” He offered, waiting for any kind of feedback.

“We have neon lights and Arasaka in Night City too.” A chance to tease him, just like he always did, was too good to pass, no matter the situation, but she couldn’t hide the way her heart softened as she heard him talk that excitedly.

“Sure, but you know what Tokyo doesn’t have? Night City.” Fenix began, the idea of leaving the city tasted like freedom. “I’d love to see Roppongi or whatever it’s called. There’s music and life and you would love it, I’m sure. Also I love seafood. And when we grow tired of it we’ll look down on Tokyo and go somewhere else, I’ll drive through the night and we would feel the wind blow…” He let his fingers comb through her locks and Vesper closed her eyes for a moment, letting the words sink in, a clear picture of the scenario forming just before her eyes. She could swear she was there in that exact moment. “Your hair would swing and we’ll watch the city lights disappear and maybe–“ Fenix trailed off and silence filled the room as he unexpectedly planted a kiss on Vesper’s lips, making her giggle. “I would risk a car accident just to steal a kiss from you.”

Opening back her eyes, Vesper’s gaze was welcomed by Fenix’s heartstopper grin, the glint in his beautiful piercing stare didn’t help tone down the roaring emotions. For a second there, in the dim light as she imagined a future that she wasn’t sure she deserved to fantasize of, she thought that maybe, just maybe, Fenix indeed meant something to her.

“I…I think…” I like you. “I’d like that.” She whispered instead. Oh god, she hoped that was some kind of brain concussion that made her think that.

“What? Getting into a car accident?” Of course Fenix had to be his usual self.

“No!” Vesper exclaimed with fake and exaggerated annoyance. “All of that…yeah it would be nice.” And impossible. No one ever leaves Night City for good and if that happened, she wasn’t going to be the one to witness that. And since when she felt she could trust so blindly someone? Promises of a different, happy future are always just that, promises. And no one ever keeps their word. “Nice imagination you have.”

The words were bitter now and Fenix noticed how her voice was missing the blissful glee of just a few moments before. Vesper gaze dropped low and the bridge of her nose crinkled, she was thinking of something unpleased, that was sure, and he didn’t like that one bit. “Another question for you.” Fenix spoke up all of sudden.

“What– hey! That’s not fair, we said–” He interrupted the protest, pushing Vesper flat on her back. Fenix was now hovering over her form, so close that his chest was squeezed against hers.

“Wanna go grab breakfast? Like just the two of us. Like a date.” His voice didn’t betray him for once, perfectly hiding the way he was nearly dying on the spot. Sure, he asked her out on a date a million times already, and she refused every single time; it was their thing now, a form of playful exchange, but this time was different.

“Like a date?” Vesper searched for any kind of clue that could suggest he was making fun of her, but found nothing.

“Like a date.” He repeated.

She pondered the offer as she admired Fenix squirm for an answer. She was sure he never saw him so tense yet determined. “A date totally means something, y’know right?”

“Let it mean everything then.”

Vesper bit her lip trying to disguise her smile.

“Fine, let’s go.”

“Oh, thank fuckin’ god.” He breathed as he rolled back to his side of the bed, exhausted. “Giving me a heartache for a second there.” Placing a hand over his chest, just above his heart, he checked if it was still beating there or if it finally decided to jump out of the window instead of suffering through all that anxiety.

“So scared I would say no?” Vesper teased, a part of her knew she was going to say yes – for the first time too, that was an important one – but the troubled look suited Fenix too well to let their game end that early.

“You aren’t the easiest to…woo. As the gentlemen say.” He expressed pretending to tip a hat he wasn’t wearing; she wished to disagree, since part of the problem was his terrible, insufferable personality, but that wasn’t the best attitude to take on a date. Nor that description but dwelling on specifics wasn’t that important. “Hey, by the way, think they’ll let me in for breakfast at…whatever place? I only have bloodstained clothes here and the pair of jeans you teared apart – yeah, I know don’t need to specify. It was already ruined and you were just trying to patch my wound. Whatever.”

Vesper found almost scary how he anticipated her nagging, did she become so predictable or else? “Well, you wouldn’t be that much of a surprise. Guess you could attract a few funny looks.”

“Right. Then I need to drop home and change I guess.” He stated as he sat up on the bed, back hurting all of sudden as he tried to stand. “Oh fuck!” He cursed through gritted teeth as if the pain just helped him remember something he shouldn’t have ignored. Vesper looked at him quizzically. “The body.”

“The body?!” Vesper’s back shot up from the mattress, realization hit her memory too as she remembered the dead guy waiting squeezed in the back of the car they stole a few hours before.

“God, maybe I need to change and drop that.” He acknowledged before turning to look at her, a convincing smile plastered over his face. “Wanna come?”

“As part of the damn date?” She rubbed her eyes tiredly, agreeing to that was already on top of her list of regrets.

“Could be?” He shrugged.

“You are fucking incredible.” Vesper hoped for a scrap of good sense as she asked her question, obviously rhetoric, and promptly got disappointed. She wasn’t sure what she expected, if she had to be completely honest. “Why every date with you has to do with something like that?”

“Ah!” Fenix pointed his index finger at her, he was waiting to win this argument over since months already. “So you admit that was a date.”

“That was absolutely not a date, you dragged me into a fight and we ended sitting next to each other in a piss stained alley.” The memory was still fresh: Fenix stopped her, trying another of his useless flirting techniques with her, not long after they got interrupted by some men that wished to beat him senseless. Vesper being one of them too. Unfortunately that didn’t buy her the way out of the fight.

“But you just called it a date.” That was definitely a date to him. How could she pretend the moment they shared under the light of the stars and of the flickering broken orange neon of the alley as a drunk man was throwing up not so far from them, meant nothing at all?

“It wasn’t.” That were the last words on the case as Vesper hit him straight to the face with a pillow before he could open his mouth again.

“But do you wanna tag along? Yes or no?” Fenix hugged the soft weapon like nothing just happened and leaned over it, still waiting for his answer.

Vesper sighed exasperatedly. Yes, she totally regretted that already. “Fine…I’ll go take a shower.” Finally she got out of bed like she planned to do twenty minutes before, now hungrier too.

“Oh, maybe I need to add a shower to the list too.” Fenix pondered, tapping his fingers into the soft cushion. “Place for two in there maybe? No?”

#ask games #ask #nuclearstorms #oc: fenix #oc: vesper #THERE'S A LOT....TO SAY HERE. i'm..right. read this piece and then remember what i did to these two <3 #also let me give everyone this mental image: vesper muttering 'we should've made that tokyo trip' to fenix during the whole slowly dying bc #of johnny stuff. after you'll read this you will get it.#timeline here is still something something around 2072 the besties never been together here still but soon. also this piece and the previou #one are missing the super important part where they get that drink...yea the drink...right. ANYWAYS THIS WAS THE LAST PROMPT CLAP AND CHEER #thank u bones for sending me this prompt MWAH MWAH <33 #<writing tag finally hehe

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seokgyuu · 4 months

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What could be worse than a valentine’s day alone? Exactly, a valentine’s day spent with your academic rival, Jeon Wonwoo, stuck in the home eco’s kitchen because you were both sentenced to take over the cookie baking for this season’s day of love.

pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: academic rivals to lovers, smut, heart wrenching and tooth rotting fluff (wonwoo is down bad bad)

warnings: sexual content, smut warnings under cut! wonwoo is a little bit mean? but like not too mean? she’s also kinda mean. but they are in love! promise.

word count: 5k

a/n: hi everyone!! this is part of the cupids collab hosted by the wonderful @wongyuseokie for @svthub! this work is dedicated to the wonderful, the lovely, the hilarious @highvern! i hope you like it, babes!! sending you loads of love this valentine's day and thousands of kisses, mwah! i had loads of fun writing this and am happy to be a part of this collab, hehe. also thank you @ourdawnishotterthanourday for betaing, ily! <3

“I’m giving you one chance to get out of here,” you say, holding open the door. Wonwoo doesn’t move. “Who says I’m the one who has to go? You’re obviously the worse baker.” Oh, he is truly playing with you right now. You let the door fall shut, eyes squeezed as you stare at him. “Fine. Then it’ll be me and you, buddy.” “I guess so,” he pauses, eyebrow raising, “and I’m not your buddy.”

smut warnings: minimal degradation (usage of the word “slut”), praising, pet names (princess, sweetheart, darling, pretty girl) oral (f. receiving), begging, softdom!wonwoo, unprotected sex (you know the drill - wrap it before you tap it, folks!), creampie (get it… cream…pie? cookies & cre- ok i’m sorry).

There are approximately seven thousand three hundred and twenty eight places you would rather be than here.

Nothing has helped you get out of this unfortunate situation. No pleading, no begging, not even wanting to send Seungkwan in your stead. Professor Yoon had been adamant in his decision to send you and him to this god forsaken home eco kitchen to bake the badge of cookies for the Valentine’s day sale.

“It’s not even a real holiday!” you had whined to Seungkwan, “if it were, we wouldn’t even be at class in the first place!”

All your best friend did was rub your back and tell you it was all gonna be fine, all while writing a text to Vernon on his phone in his other hand. He was used to your antics when it came to Jeon Wonwoo. Everyone was, at this point. Both of you had not made it hard to get used to - just by the amount of times you had decided to fight and dive right into rivalry when there was no reason to. Perhaps, he thought, it wasn’t even a bad idea to put you two in one room together for several hours with no one else. It could give you time to talk out your differences. Call for a truce. Screw the anger out of each other. Anything that would make Seungkwan’s life easier.

That day comes sooner than you wanted it to, and while your hand lays on the handle of the car door, you feel the uneasiness inside you raise.

“I can’t do this, Seungkwan. One of us is gonna end up dead.”

“Yeah, my money’s on Wonwoo. Please don’t disappoint me.” Seungkwan hums back, hands on the steering wheel and his eyebrows raised. You turn around, your mouth slightly agape before scoffing and opening the door.

“Pick me up at 4?” you ask and your best friend nods, waving at you once the door is closed. He truly hopes neither of you ends up dead (but if push comes to shove, obviously Wonwoo because then Vernon would owe him 5 bucks).

Professor Yoon had told you that all necessities would be at the university and that you wouldn’t have to bring anything except for a good mood, something you didn’t dare to say was impossible in the given situation.

You aren’t stupid (Wonwoo would beg to differ), you are well aware that your professor is trying to end whatever war you and Wonwoo have going on by pairing you up for this. And while you get the sentiment and might even appreciate it a little - you’re more than sure that nothing will ever come out of this - Wonwoo and you despise each other. It has been like this since your first semester and it most definitely wasn’t going to change over something as trivial as baking cookies together.

The home eco’s kitchen is in the basement of the economics building and you are happy to notice you’re the first to arrive. Smiling to yourself, you fish the key to the room out of your bag and unlock the door, walking in and turning on the lights.

The kitchen is spacious and modern, everything is made out of gray steel, with a few dark wood accents on the cupboards. You spot the boxes with ingredients on the island, and place your bag next to it before unpacking the things provided for you and Wonwoo. It becomes your mission to arrange the cookbook with the recipe in the center of the right side of the island, gathering all the needed ingredients around it in the order you would need it. Then, you search the cupboards for a big bowl, wooden spoon and a mixer.

You have gathered almost everything except for the mixer, spotting it in one of the higher cupboards you most definitely can’t reach without some sort of help. Biting down on your lip and gnawing on it, you look around the room, coming up empty. There are chairs in the room next to the kitchen, but you don’t have the key for it. With a sigh, you stretch yourself as much as you possibly can, hand reaching for the kitchen gadget - with no luck. Just when you’re about to climb on top of the counter, you feel something shift behind you, a body suddenly pressed against yours and an arm reaching up to grab the mixer for you without any trouble at all.

Wonwoo. Your body stiffens at his touch and only relaxes once he backs off, putting the mixer down next to the other stuff. Immediately you turn around, your eyes glaring at him.

“Someone decided to show up, after all.” You spit at him and he rolls his eyes.

“I was forced, if you must know.” He says not even looking at you. His eyes are focused on the ingredients on the counter, his lips slowly drawing into a smug smile.

“Control freak much?”

Your head burns and you scoff, walking over to the door and feeling his eyes on you as you move.

“I’m giving you one chance to get out of here,” you say, holding open the door. Wonwoo doesn’t move.

“Who says I’m the one who has to go? You’re obviously the worse baker.”

Oh, he is truly playing with you right now. You let the door fall shut, eyes squeezed as you stare at him.

“Fine. Then it’ll be me and you, buddy.”

“I guess so,” he pauses, eyebrow raising, “and I’m not your buddy.”

For the most part the two of you are quiet. Mainly because you don’t have anything to say to each other. You split the ingredients evenly (either one of you starting with their own batch since there is a whole lot of cookies to bake) and begin working on opposite ends of the kitchen. You get through the first batch without so much as exchanging looks. You do your thing and he does his. Only, when you get the first batch out, you ask him to hand you the oven mittens, which he does without any fuss. You’re surprised but don’t say it.

It’s when the both of you start to work on your second batches that things… change.

You hate to admit the tension in the room. In fact, you’ve been hating it since the first day you’ve met him. It’s a shame he’s so hot when he’s the absolute bane of your existence. Your friends (mainly Seungkwan, really) tease you about your obvious attraction to the man you call your archnemesis every chance they get, causing you to flip them off, or scoff, or just roll your eyes at how extremely wrong they are. If you could change it, you would! Finding him attractive whilst hating him truly is exhausting.

Slowly, you let yourself turn around in hopes he doesn’t notice. Thankfully, he is entirely focused on sprinkling chocolate chips into the cookies - white chocolate chips. You let out a gasp and your wooden spoon falls onto the top of the counter you’re working on.

“That’s cheating!” You shout, pointing at the package of sweets that he so obviously brought himself. What a jerk!

Not even looking at you, Wonwoo chuckles at your words, placing the chocolate chips next to him and wiping his hands on the apron he had put on earlier. Then, he turns to you, hip leaning against the counter, arms crossed and his eyebrows raised as he smirks like the douchebag you know he is.

“Cheating, yeah?” He repeats, licking his lips, “not sure it counts as cheating when it was clear from the beginning I would make better cookies, sweetheart.”

His condescending way of talking to you has always succeeded in making your blood boil, just like right now. You scoff, shaking your head and cleaning your own hands with a kitchen towel to your left.

“You know, considering these are for the day of love it is quite ironic Professor Yoon paired me with you, the person I hate the most.” You present Wonwoo with a honey dripping smile that couldn’t be more fake. Wonwoo doesn’t waver though. He just continues to smirk, his eyebrows shooting up even more, and before you know it he starts walking towards you, a click of his tongue almost making you flinch.

“See, love and hate are like siblings. While on the surface they couldn’t be more different, in their core they are irritatingly similar,” his voice is deep and his eyes are right there on yours and somehow you feel like he has taken away your ability to breathe. What the hell is he doing?

“You were always fascinating to me, darling. Always so sure of your opinion, never wavering. That first day we met, do you remember? How you were on my ass for the rest of the day because Professor Cha liked my answer better than yours?”

“He did not!” You shoot back, surprised by your own whiny tone. Looking at Wonwoo’s face, the defined jawline and cheekbones, the round specs on top of his nose and the brown soft curls falling into his forehead, you immediately regret speaking up at all. There is something in his eyes now, something you have never seen before - at least not on him. Something inside of him shifted, like a switch that had been flipped, and the way he looks at you makes all of your skin erupt in goosebumps.

“Ah, so I imagined things?” Wonwoo only so much as whispers, his large frame coming even closer, “Are you saying I’m a liar, pretty girl?”

Pretty girl. What the fuck? Your eyes widen and you feel your throat closing up. Absolutely not, you could not freeze right now! He was testing you, seeing how far he could go before you actually fell for whatever he was trying to do. Gathering all your confidence, you bring your hands up to place them on his chest and softly push him away. It gives you extreme satisfaction when you see the surprise on his face.

“And if I am? What are you going to do about it, Wonwoo?” Your smile turns smug and the little vein on Wonwoo’s forehead pops out just slightly. About to retrieve your arms, you are met with his hands around your wrists and his body even closer to yours.

To say he catches you by surprise would be an understatement. Your lower back is pressed against the counter, your hands in his grip and your lungs missing the necessary air to not get dizzy. Why does he smell so good? You catch yourself thinking thoughts you normally would try to suppress at any given time - especially when Wonwoo is right in front of you. This time, though, there is no escaping. Not with him so close, not with him staring right into your soul.

“I have learned one thing over the years we’ve known each other, Y/N,” he breathes, eyes not leaving your face, “you can be a real fucking brat.”

The gasp you want to let out gets stuck in your throat. Instead, something like a choke comes out, something that makes Wonwoo smirk and your legs weak.

“You really think you’re sly. Do you honestly believe I don’t know how attractive you find me? How you need to look away everytime I come in wearing tighter shirts or pants that hang low enough to see the waistband of my underwear? You always try to act like you hate me and, you know what, maybe you do, but what I said earlier isn’t wrong, darling, love and hate are like yin and yang - they can’t exist without the other.”

He has your wrists in a strong grip and his lower body is now pressed against yours, something you never realized you craved. Feeling his growing erection against you, knowing he is turned on by you, by the situation, you feel like your head is about to explode.

“So, what if I tell you that maybe I don’t actually hate you, but I actually find you attractive as well? What if I tell you nine out of ten times I want to shut your annoying mouth up by shoving my cock right down your tight throat? Or how whenever you bend over your desk to tell someone something you, of course, know better than them, I want to take you just like that and make everyone see just how much of a desperate pretty slut you actually are?”

You’re done for. With every word he’s saying, you can feel yourself actually becoming what he says you are. Desperate. The heat between your legs has turned into liquid in your panties, has turned into your heart beating at triple speed.

“Y-You can’t just say that!” You stutter, knowing full well he will just laugh at you. And he does. He laughs and he throws his head back and then he looks at you again, his eyes glinting with want that only gets emphasized by the hard cock pressing against you.

“Oh, sweet, sweet baby. Of course, I can,” he hums, finally letting go of one of your wrists to carefully tug a strand of hair behind your ear, “you’re so beautiful, especially when you’re flustered.”

He must be playing with you. It has to be one of his games. He wants you to give in, wants you to fall for this only to hold it over your head for the rest of your college life. His mixture of dominance and sweetness is about to give you whiplash, especially when he begins to caress your cheek and leans down, his breath hitting your cheek.

“We need to finish those cookies, Wonwoo.” The words are whispered and almost inaudible, but he hears you and he smiles.

“We’re alone in this basement, sweetheart. We’ve got all day to finish those cookies.” His hand wanders down, finding its place on your hip. You shiver slightly, your gaze flickering between his eyes and his lips and when his nose bumps against yours, something tells you that maybe he is serious.

When he kisses you, you figure that something is correct. What’s supposed to start soft turns into something deep, and hot, and uncontrolled, right off the bat. Kissing Wonwoo feels like the only thing you had ever missed out on in life and now you finally got the chance to take what belongs to you. His lips are soft and his tongue is warm, pressing against yours and entangling it in a dance of fire. Your hands are in his hair and his are on your hips and you’re sitting on top of the counter with all of your ingredients pushed to the side, your wooden spoon falling to the floor when Wonwoo lifts you up.

As if on instinct, your legs wrap around him and you moan against his lips when his hands move up, groping your breasts through your shirt. He licks into your mouth, your fingers digging into his nape, nails dragging along his skin.

If you could see into Wonwoo’s brain you might have gotten scared. Not because he’s thinking actual scary thoughts but because of how many times he has imagined this. You’re always there, somewhere in his brain, your smile, your eyes, your laugh. And when he’s alone and can’t sleep you’re there too, but this time it’s how he thinks you’d sound when he’s inside of you, when he sucks on your neck and squeezes your tits. There hasn’t been a day since he met you that he hadn’t thought about you.

It’s a shame you immediately called him out to be your academic rival on that day because all Wonwoo wanted to do back then was to make you his girlfriend, basically falling in love with you at first sight. As cliché as it sounds, it’s even more cliché considering he just played along with you, acting like he hated you, riling you up during class in ways he would rather switch for moments like this one right now.

Never had he imagined he’d get you alone, especially considering how good you are at avoiding him. But when Professor Yoon had asked him to bake the cookies for the Valentine’s day sale - he couldn’t help but suggest you as his partner. Hours would be spent together in a kitchen, hours you had to spend with him.

He loves how right he was. How right he was about you giving in, about you finding him hot, about you wanting him. He loves the sounds you make when he begins kissing down your neck and when his hand wanders under your shirt and shoves away your bra to touch the breasts he had been dreaming about. He sucks marks onto your neck and feels himself grow harder with every passing second. There is nowhere on this earth he’d rather be than right here, between your legs.

“Been dying to do this, you know?” He mumbles against your neck, licking up to your earlobe and twitching in his pants when he feels you shivering under his touch.

“R-Really?” You whimper back and Wonwoo nods, both hands moving to your cheeks, lips back on yours in a heated, passionate kiss. He thinks that nothing will ever feel as good as kissing you.

“Yeah, baby, wanted to kiss you forever, fuck,” he moans when your fingers move underneath his shirt, when you touch his bare skin and all of him begins to burn.

“Wanted to touch you, taste you.” His words echo in your mind and you open your eyes, a horny daze in them that makes Wonwoo question his sanity. He moves down now, kissing your neck again and shoving your shirt up to kiss your stomach and breasts over your bra, nimble fingers opening the apron you had laced around your hips earlier.

“Can I taste you, pretty girl?” He asks then and you think you nod, at least you want to nod, but your head is clouded and you feel like you’re about to pass out. When he moves to get the apron off of you, focussing on opening your pants next, you figure you did in the end.

Having you half naked in front of him makes Wonwoo feel like he has reached the gates of heaven. Your pants are on the floor and your chest is heaving, eyes glossy as you watch Wonwoo move to the floor, his tall body still reaching the top of the counter when he kneels in front of you. He moves his arms, wrapping them around your thighs and pulling you closer, his nose tapping against your sensitive core the next second. With a gasp, your hands reach for his head of hair, grounding yourself in it as you stare down at the way he eyes your pussy as if he had never seen anything more delicious in his life.

When he moves your panties to the side, his finger softly gliding over your folds, you feel yourself shiver once more. You let out another whimper, biting down on your lip that feels hot and a little bruised after the way Wonwoo had kissed you.

“God, I can’t even tell you how many nights I’ve dreamt of this moment.” He kisses the inside of your thighs, making you moan quietly, fingers coating themselves in your juices, ready to please you.

Watching him is messing with your head in the best way possible. The way he looks at you, so full of endearment and adoration. How he touches you as if you’d break if he touched you too vehemently. He lets his tongue glide over your skin, moving until it reaches your dripping cunt, licking over your lips, tasting you for the first time. The moan he lets out has you digging your nails into his scalp, mouth dropped as you continue to stare down, continue to watch Wonwoo, your archnemesis, begin to devour your pussy like a Michelin star dish.

He starts off slow, licking over your folds, not touching your clit even once. If he died right now, he’d be content. Tasting you, hearing your sounds when you’re aroused, him being the cause of it - it’s almost all of his dreams coming true. His fingers move, one of them circling your entrance, your whines growing louder by the second. You want his fingers inside of you, you need them inside of you. Wiggling your hips against him, Wonwoo chuckles at your antics and finally moves his finger, inch by inch sinking into your needy hole, your eyes squeezing shut as you clench around him.

“So, so eager, princess,” he mumbles against your pussy, another breathy laugh causing you to thrust forward, his finger now completely inside of you. And, fuck, do you feel wonderful. So much better than anything Wonwoo had experienced before, better than anything he could have imagined. Perhaps, he figures, it’s because it’s you.

Next thing you know, Wonwoo’s lips are around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, tongue flicking against it and leaving you to moan his name time and time again. Your hips move against him and he lets you, his cock straining against his pants in desperate need for attention. But not yet, he isn’t done with you. First, you’d have to come undone on his tongue and his fingers, first you had to scream his name as you experienced complete and utter satisfaction. Wonwoo does everything in his power for that to happen. He adds another finger and fucks you open, his long fingers meeting your sweet spot with every thrust as if he had studied your body for hundreds of hours. His tongue does the work of a god, his lips kiss you like you had never known you needed to be kissed, especially down there.

“D-Don’t stop! Oh, fuck, Wonwoo!” You cry out, your head thrown back as you focus on nothing but your pleasure, on how he feels on your pussy, how it all is too much and yet not enough. You think about what’s to come, about how he will fuck you next, will sink into you with his cock, will make you feel like you’re the most precious woman on this planet. Even more than he already does. Your high is nearing, it’s so close you can feel it right there in front of you, that tight knot in your stomach about to break free and give you one of the most intense orgasms of your life.

“Cum for me, baby. Fuck, I want you to cum on my tongue.” Wonwoo’s words are like magic, like a spell that he puts on you. A lewd whine escapes your throat and you do as he wishes, cumming all over his tongue and fingers, your juices drenching his face. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his face, anticipation filling him when he finally parts from you.

Immediately, you pull down to kiss him when he stands. Tasting yourself on his lips with your hands opening his apron and getting it off his tall frame with his help, you can’t wait to get even closer to him. You slip out of your panties with his lips steadily on yours, a faint sound in your ears when they hit the floor.

“Need you so bad, Wonwoo, please hurry,” you cry out and he laughs, kissing your neck and your cheek, his hands opening his belt, zipper and button, shoving his pants down only for you to gasp at the sheer size of his bulge. He grins, hands back on your face to make sure you’re looking at him.

“Naughty, aren’t you? My perfect, pretty slut,” he kisses your lips again and your eyes roll back, your pussy throbbing in want. And obviously he knows how much you want him - he wants you just the same. As he continues to kiss you, he moves to pull his briefs down, his hard erection springing free, angry tip red and smeared with pre, oh-so ready to sink into your warm embrace. You part from him, eyes now setting on his cock, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Fuck, you’re big,” you say, swallowing down the saliva pooling in your mouth. Wonwoo only grins wider, his big hands finding purchase on your hips as he leans down again.

“Beg a little for it, baby, and you might get it.” You shiver and bite down on your lip, your hands wandering over his still clothed torso and down to his cock, slowly wrapping your hand around it.

“Please, Wonwoo, please fuck me…,” is your whispered plead, and the man standing in between your legs groans against your neck, sucking yet another mark into your delicate skin before nodding and grabbing his cock out of your hand, lining it up perfectly with your entrance and slowly sinking in.

His forehead is leaned against yours when he bottoms out and his hands caress your head, coming to a stop on your nape.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbles, kissing the tip of your nose and you smile, giving the tip of his nose a kiss back. Then, he parts from you and the look in his eyes changes from soft to dark. He does his first thrust, catching you off guard, a loud moan escaping you. Your hands grab onto his shoulders as he continues his thrusts, fucking you deep and hard, his eyes focused on your face that contours in absolute bliss. When he said you’re beautiful, he meant it.

He is holding onto your hips again, pulling you as close to him as he can, his hips chasing yours, his cock in the deepest bits of your pussy, your gummy walls squeezing him for his pleasure. There is nothing you can do besides begging him to go faster, begging him to not ever stop and crying his name when he leans down to suck on your hard nipple over your shirt.

“Wonwoo! Fuck!” You clench over and over again, stars dancing in front of your eyes accompanied by beautiful lights that slowly but surely turn into fireworks. With every thrust of his hips, you feel yourself coming closer to the edge again. You want him to fill you, want him to claim you as his, make you feel full of him and only him. Nails are digging into his shoulders, your head falling back against the kitchen cabinet, his groans and the beautiful sound of your name coming out of his mouth chasing you off the cliff and into the warm waters of yet another intense orgasm.

“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, oh- Wonwoo!” It’s done, you are done, your climax hitting you hard and making you gush all over his length that is still so deeply buried inside your sensitive cunt. Wonwoo moans, feeling your pussy clench around him, squeeze him, beg him to cum, to decorate you in his shades of white. And he wants to, god, there is nothing he had ever wanted more. His breathing becomes labored and he leans forward, engulfing you in yet another heated kiss, one arm wrapped around you, the other letting its hand rest on your cheek, thumb caressing your chin as his tongue flicks against yours over and over, mixed with his breathless moans.

When you squeeze him the next time, he erupts. He moans your name, hips becoming frantic as he shoots his load into you, spurts of white and hot cum filling your spent pussy, your and his combined releases dripping down your thighs even as he fucks his cum so, so deep into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants against your mouth, continuing to kiss you right after, riding out his orgasm and only stopping when you’re both completely out of breath.

It’s silent for a few moments, the only thing audible your almost synchronized breathing. Your hands are still on his shoulders, his hands are still on your waist and your cheek. His face is buried in the crook of your neck and he softly kisses your sweaty skin, nothing but pure happiness running through him at this point. He softly caresses your face as he leans back again, his eyes searching for yours.

“Y/N,” he then breathes, a small and maybe even shy smile playing on his lips.

“Wonwoo,” you sigh back, pulling him into a hug that he accepts with a laugh, both his arms now fully wrapped around your body. He’s still inside of you and only leaves you when you part from the hug, more of his release now dripping out of your core. He doesn’t ask whether you’re on birth control because for all he cares he would love to have you pregnant with his child. The thought alone makes his head spin.

“Well,” he begins, a smug smile on his face as he leans down to pick up your panties, “that definitely gives ‘cookies and cream’ a different meaning.”

You stare at him, slightly bewildered, for around three seconds before you burst into laughter, grabbing your underwear from him and jumping back onto your shaky feet. “You’re horrible,” you say and shake your head and Wonwoo’s smile grows even wider.

“Maybe. But I promise you, sweetheart, I’ll never ever be horrible to you again.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that, Mr. Know-It-All,” you smile and give his cheek a peck that he reacts to by turning bright red.

It is in that exact moment you realize Wonwoo was never your archnemesis. Nor has he ever been as much of an ass as you had made him out to be. Jeon Wonwoo is nothing but a loser who’s been in love with you since the very first day you met him, and perhaps you had always known. Perhaps you finally let yourself realize right now, the moment after he had cum inside of you and still blushes like a little kid when you kiss his cheek, that the only reason you had chosen him to be your rival was to run away from how much you knew you’d fall for him if you didn’t.

“Come on, let’s do what we actually came here for.”

And for the rest of the day you and Wonwoo bake the cookies for the sale and talk about what your plans are for Valentine’s. To no surprise those plans immediately involve hanging out together. Maybe, you think, to give ‘cookies and cream’ that new meaning over and over again.

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