#anyway if anyone wants to write that. go for it

[intromortal]

⭑ INCH BY INCH ⸻ park sunghoon

you have a boyfriend gifted with a pornstar cock, but he refuses to use it on you, too scared he'll end up hurting you. so your best shot is to devise a plan to get him to crumble, and even if things don't unfold quite as expected, what matters is the result anyway... right?

starring ⋆ f!reader x park sunghoon, besties!jaykewon

this work contains ⋆ smut ⋆ minors so not interact ⋆ barely any plot, way too much smut, sunghoon being diabolically hung, my extremely poor attempts at humor, established relationship, nasty nasty shit... brat tamer sunghoon, alcohol consumption, implied driving under the influence, jealousy, slut shaming (not from hoon), a tiny bit of violence, blood, size & bulge kink, fingering, dry humping, slight degradation, partially clothed sex, a freaky voice message, edging & overstim, oral (f!red), mutual masturbation, lube, squirting, unprotected sex ⸻ rules m.list

length ⋆ one shot ⸻ 23.6k words

⭑ NIA ⸻ i'm in pain and my period is abt to start ANDD antibiotics fucked my stomach up so if you see typos no you don't. anyways. big fat cock. who agrees!! shoutout to my homies vivi and stella for putting up with my ass and deactivation threats anytime i write anything ever!!! and for having read this before anyone else

Having a dick so big multiple people suggest you make a career out of it isn't half as nice as it sounds, Sunghoon would know that better than anyone.

Even before getting any experience, he'd been aware of just how comically large his dick was. He'd known ever since he had to go out of his way to search for porn with ‘massive cock!’ in the title for it to look anything like his, and even then he often found himself thinking they had to be exaggerating a bit for the sake of clicks.

Turns out, the comparison with real life average sizes is even more ridiculous.

He knows it sounds silly, there are hordes of men out there that would pay good money to swap places with him—his dear friend Jake being the first in line.

Sunghoon still cringes when he remembers the first time he'd oh so innocently asked Jake for his opinion on the matter. Truthfully, all he wanted to hear from his bleached blonde friend was some reassurance, maybe how it was all in his head, or how at the end of the day the right person would love and appreciate every part of him no matter what, or whatever you tell people in situations like these. His first mistake was believing Jake out of all his friends would do the most tactful thing.

“That thing’s like—fucking huge!” Jake shrieked, grabbing Sunghoon’s phone out of his hands, every protest falling on deaf ears. “There’s no fucking way, man.”

“It’s not that b—” Sunghoon tries to speak, but Jake stops him before he even gets a sentence in, calling Jay’s name at the top of his lungs. 

“What are you—”

“WHAT,” Jay yells back from the kitchen, over the deafening sound of the food processor in use, annoyed by Jake’s continuous interruptions that day. Of which at least four were to show him some nasty looking recipe he found on tiktok.

“You gotta come take a look at this!”

At the time, Sunghoon was still vaguely uncomfortable around Jay. He was nice enough, and he was a great roommate, so there was that at least. It was a good trade off because the other option was staying at the way too crowded shitty dorms, and he liked the privacy that this deal got him. He wasn't always on board with it, Jake had to talk him into it when high school ended, but he swore him and Jay would be the bestest of friends if only he could let his reservations behind for a little, at least give him a chance.

Sunghoon moved away halfway through the second year of high school, and for a while it felt like Jay had swapped places with him and taken the life he was supposed to live for himself. First his best friend, Jake. Then the girl of his dreams, the one he never found the courage to confess to, you.

Thing is, while Sunghoon could recognize Jay had done absolutely nothing wrong to him per se, he still felt betrayed by him in a way. Truly it was just envy.

The food processor comes to an abrupt halt, and all that can be heard from the other room is a deep sigh, followed by the sound of dragged footsteps as their tall friend walks into the messy—in the way only college boys living spaces can be—living room with resignation. “Fine. But this better have nothing to do with Cheetos or tacos.” 

“Much better.” Jake winks at him, nudging Sunghoon’s hands away with his elbow, the younger hissing in pain. “Behold,” he turns the phone towards an unassuming Jay, aware of the fact he's about to change the older's view of Sunghoon forever.“Sunghoon’s monster of a cock.”

Jay’s hands stop on his apron, (the ridiculous one with a bodybuilder torso and cheetah boxers Jungwon got him for a secret Santa) and his mouth hangs open for a second too long, before he comes back to his senses and notices how Sunghoon slumps back on the couch, cheeks burning red. Jay swats the phone out of Jake’s hand. “What the fuck is your problem, dude.”

“What? I’m just saying it’s way larger than average!”

“He’s uncomfortable.” Jay says, going back to drying his hands on the apron. “Leave him be.”

This only makes Sunghoon’s cheeks redder, his ears a bright pink too. Jake scoffs, eyeing him suspiciously. “Sure. I’m sure having a porn star cock must be so mortifying. Who even complains about stuff like this?” he snickers before making his voice a pitch higher. “‘Poor me! My dick’s too heavy! What will I do!”

“Oh my god,” Sunghoon runs a hand through his hair, pulling the ends a bit. “It is not that big.” He looks at Jay for support, expecting him to disagree with Jake.

Jay’s gaze falters to his pants for a split second. His mouth twists but he remains silent.

“Not you too.” Sunghoon's hands now hold his face as he sinks into the cushions further, legs spreading. “Just say what you wanna say.”

“I mean…” Jay gestures towards Sunghoon's crotch. “I suspected you were big but… that’s crazy, man.”

“It’s not that cra—”

“Yes it is! You’ve got a fucking gas storage tank in your pants and you wanna sit here and tell us it’s not crazy?” Jake says, exasperated by that point. “And stop playing dumb. It’s big. That’s good. I’m sure the ladies go crazy over it. Or the gentlemen. Or whoever it is you fuck.” He kisses his teeth, muttering under his breath. “Lucky bastard.”

“Jake’s right, Hoon. I don’t know why you're so… negative about it. It's a good thing."

“I wouldn’t know,” Sunghoon mutters under breath, more to himself than to the guys, but it’s still loud enough for them to catch it.

“Oh? Then whenever the time comes, you’ll see how much they’ll love it,” Jay says.

"I'm just worried." Sunghoon tries his best to avoid both sets of eyes staring intently at him. "What… what if I end up hurting someone?"

Jake coos, then moves closer to Sunghoon on the couch, his breath fanning over his ear as he whispers, “Always so concerned about other people. Aren't you such a cutie pie?”

The boys weren't exactly wrong, but with big dick come great responsibilities—as Jake said. Yup, roll your eyes at him, not Sunghoon. He's innocent—like having to finger and eat out your partners for what feels like an eternity before even trying to push the tip in, which is not exactly the best situation to be in as a virgin. Current Sunghoon thinks that's the best part, but it took a while to get here.

Sunghoon has always been a very patient man though, a gentle giant in every sense of the phrase. The last thing he would ever want to do is inflict pain accidentally on another human being.

When he got his first actual girlfriend, he'd been so nervous and honestly quite scared to have sex with her. So he got on Google whenever he had free time to study ways to make it as comfortable as possible, watching all kinds of video explanations or reading through feminine pleasure blogs written by women for women specifically, because that's where Jay told him the good stuff was at.

By the time he got to actually have sex with her, his mind was so overwhelmed by all this information that he essentially forgot how to even think. It was anything but romantic, so deeply embarrassing Sunghoon still cringes even after all this time when his mind betrays him and reminds him of it while trying to fall asleep at night.

And then, to add insult to injury, his girlfriend cheated on him and left him for this guy she'd only just met, because 'it might not be as big, but at least he knows how to use it'.

Heartbroken and with an hurt ego, Sunghoon did that thing all boys do when their first relationship doesn't work out: hit the gym and promise themselves they're never gonna fall in love ever again.

That second part ended up failing, because from the moment you showed up at his doorstep to visit (your now ex boyfriend, but a beloved friend nonetheless) Jay and Jake, five different bags around you, with eyes as big as saucers and staring at him like he had invaded his own apartment, all the feelings younger Sunghoon had for you hit him like a brick to his nape all over again.

You two dating came as a shock to everyone around you, mostly because while you were aware of Park Sunghoon's existence and vice versa, you'd never given it too much thought. You remembered him as the scrawny kid with the cute moles from math that you used to always catch staring. He was often around Jungwon because they were neighbors, but was way too shy to even say hi to you. That, and he was also always around Jake—who you were not exactly fond of, given his reputation—so you steered clear of him when you could manage to.

Then, when the third year of high school started, you stopped seeing him around, and Jungwon told you he had moved away to follow his dad's business. You wouldn't admit it at the time but the hallways seemed duller than usual for a few days, but that probably was also due to Jake not being as loud and energetic with his best friend gone.

Last year of high school, you went on a few dates with Jay from history class, and while he was the closest you have ever thought a man to be perfect, you both agreed you worked better as friends than anything more. Usually that means 'you're cool but I'm gonna try my best to not have to say hi to you if I see you around', but Jay is so wonderful, you actually kept in touch and became quite close, even if platonically.

By the time the year ended, you had a very tight group of friends consisting of yourself, Jungwon, Jay, and even Jake—who, for the record, isn't nearly as bad as all the crazy rumors make him out to be. It saddened you that it took so long to find your group, but you were grateful you had one nonetheless, a lot of people never get that luxury, so you weren't about to let a little graduation get in between you all. You spent a good five days consoling Jake that no, no one was going anywhere and yes, you will all be best friends for life.

But then college started, and it became difficult to stay in touch because Jay and Jake had to move. Jake reassured you that you and Jungwon would be more than welcome to visit and stay over at their apartment—which you found funny because that is technically not Jake's apartment at all, at least not until Hoon moved in too and the three of them started sharing the costs, but he has a way of making every place he steps foot in his, like he's meant to be there, so Jay let it slide.

So the first thing you did when you finally had some free time was getting on the cheapest flight available to go visit your friends. Heavy luggage in hand and stained sweatpants on, you were dumbfounded when the one who opened the door for you was none other than Park Sunghoon, and not Jay like you expected.

He was no longer the shy kid you remembered him to be, and he had grown nicely into his features, his hair now a jet back instead of the brown you were accustomed to see. Over those two weeks you realized that while you have know Sunghoon all your life, you had never really seen him, and it made you want to go back in time and hand a little paper note to the shy boy always staring at you during class.

Your head sinks further into your pillow with a whine, the case enveloping it sporting gray spots of wetness, where your tears and drool had accumulated over the last torturous half an hour Sunghoon spent fucking you open with his fingers. You don't know what he means, because you feel like you could take his entire fist by now, that's how wet you are. If your pillowcase is such a mess, you don't even wanna think about what your bed sheets look like.

"I can– take you," you protest, breath hitching mid sentence at a particularly deep curl of his fingers inside you.

"Yeah?" Sunghoon quirks an eyebrow at you, moving his thumb to suddenly hover over your clit. It's not a full touch, nor does he really move it from there, but just the expectation of it has your walls involuntary flutter around his digits. A wicked grin overtakes his face, in a way you think it would clash with his prince-like features. But it looks right at home on him, the canines poking out only adding to his devilish charm.

"Then what's this? Gripping me even tighter," he says against your lips again, like he can't pick between kissing you or speaking, like anything he does he needs to do it with your taste on his mouth. He shakes his head, pouting at you before you get the chance to retort. "Squeeze me this tight when I'm inside you, and I'll believe you're trying to push me out, baby."

The press of his length against your thigh doesn't help, and when your eyes roll to the back of your head, half the reason is the new spot he's now reaching making you see stars, the other is your frustration with him. You know he's huge, and you know he cares about your comfort above all, but a little sting as he bottoms out inside you would be a hundred times better than the 'prep' he's subjecting you to. It took so long to even get here, and now he plans on making you wait even more? You have half the idea to push him off of you and get on top of him, take what's yours. If he's not gonna believe you can take him, you might as well just show him.

Of course, that wouldn't work, because Sunghoon is infinitely stronger than you are and the only thing you would accomplish is looking stupid thrashing under him as he keeps you pinned down. Probably with one arm only too, to really get his point across.

"Add another finger then." There's a certain bark in your tone that makes him chuckle. That's all it is: bark and no bite. You can do nothing but demand, and demand, and demand again, but if he's not willing to give it to you, there is close to nothing you can do about it. And it makes Sunghoon's cock twitch against the slick skin of your thighs. He loves knowing he has you at his mercy.

"Woah!" he gasps, and the fake surprise only irritates you further. Or at least that's what you tell yourself, because Sunghoon doesn't miss the way you clench around his fingers whenever he talks to you like this. "Missy, you're so bratty today… where are your manners?"

The retort is ready on your tongue, but the words mold into a surprised hiss when he actually prods your hole with a third digit, feeling around for a way to slowly ease it into you. You fear it won't be as easy as you hoped, but you also don't want to back down now that he's giving in.

"Just put it in." You angle your hips to give Sunghoon easier access.

"Easy there." He leans back on his knees, and you hate how you're so needy. Even when he's still so close, fingers pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace, you crave for every inch of your body to be touched by his, for your breaths to mingle for as long as possible. You wonder how it's possible to miss someone who's right in front of you, but your heart yearns to hear the rhythmic beat of his own against your chest all the same.

You don't get to dwell on it too long, because the sensation of something wet dribbling right where Sunghoon's fingers meet you rips you out of your thoughts.

It takes a few seconds for you to realize what's happening, but when it sinks in, your mouth slowly hangs open in a moan, eyes closed to relish the feeling.

"You like that?" Sunghoon asks, and for once you can't bring yourself to care about the cockiness in his tone. In fact, it's the last thing you could care about—not when his digits are working to spread his spit all over you, and his third finger is slowly making its way inside you right next to the others. It's a tight fit, and Sunghoon can't really move his fingers like he wishes to, but it'll do for now. He can always do it over and over again until you're ready, as long as you keep making those faces for him. "Look at you," he continues. "You were so demanding earlier, now you're falling apart and I'm barely just getting started."

You clench around him hard, body all tensed up as you accommodate the sudden change in thickness.

Sunghoon bends down again when he notices you're not easing up, trailing his way back up your body with pecks, giving you a few on your lips once he reaches your face. "Does it burn, baby?" he asks, the playful edge in his tone from earlier completely gone, smoothed down to the usual soft timbre you love so much. "Do you want me to take it out? I'll make you cum with two fingers, it's okay."

You shake your head. The stretch does burn, but you also want to prove to him that you can take him.

"You sure?" The murmur vibrates against your ear, the sound of his voice close enough to have you arching your back, pushing your stomach against his harder figure. If you had any sort of reservation about continuing, it's totally gone now. His insistence to make you comfortable always ignites pure want in you.

You nod, but your eyes are still screwed shut because of the burn, so it's not enough for Sunghoon to let go yet.

He slows down his movements, trying to help you out, but the whine you let out is enough to let him know you actually want what he's giving you and more. Still, he needs to hear it. "Use your big girl words, I know you can."

"Wanna keep going."

"Aaand?"

"Please, Hoon." You know you're far gone when you don't even care about how whiny you sound, you would get onto your knees and beg if he asked you to right then. You would want to forget about it right after, but still, you would do it in a heartbeat.

Thankfully, your boyfriend is very nice to you, so 'please and thank you's are enough to keep him satiated, at least for now.

"Good girl."

The praise goes straight to your cunt, further tightening the grip you have on his fingers. Sunghoon is flattered, but that's not what you need in that moment. So he reminds you.

"Take deep breaths, baby. It's only gonna hurt more if you don't ease up."

"Hoon, want more."

"I know baby, I know. But it'll feel better if you stop tensing up. Here, follow my breaths and let go." He kisses both of your shut eyelids. "Eyes on me, pretty. Okay?"

You obey him like it's second nature, but when you open your eyes and you're met with the downright angelic sight of your boyfriend, black strands of hair framing his face and his chain dangling slightly from his neck, you don't understand how you're supposed to calm down. He starts taking deep breaths, ones you try your best to mirror. And despite what you thought, the focus on your chest rising and falling and the warmth in Sunghoon's eyes does make the stretch a lot better. You were enjoying yourself before too, all things considered. Now it's different, you're struggling to keep your sounds in, and any other time you would be mortified by how much wetness is seeping out of your cunt, but Sunghoon's presence is relaxing in a way no one else's has ever been for you.

The more you explore each other's bodies, the more you start to think that maybe, just maybe, there is not a single thing you could do with Sunghoon that you would ever regret. The safety of a judgment free zone with someone who obviously cares deeply for you makes the experience so much better than you could have ever imagined. What other people did to you, no matter how pleasurable, just didn't measure up to what Sunghoon does with you. And you haven't even gone all the way in.

"Theeere we go, see how much better it feels when you're not being a brat?"

Sunghoon is careful with you, watching your every reaction and studying your expressions so he can learn exactly what makes crumble and what brings you closer to the edge, what makes you forget you have to breathe and when to pause so he can drag your pleasure out for as long as he wants, for as long as you can handle. His cock is rock hard, casually rutting against you from time to time. You have half a mind to reach into his boxers and help him out, but you're not sure you could do a good enough job at it, not when he's starting to bend the tips of his fingers to reach right where you need him.

You can feel yourself getting closer, so you grab his wrists—whether to stop him or push him further, you don't know yourself. What you do know, is that just fingers have never felt this good before, and if you had the choice to feel like this forever, you would take it.

The sudden grip doesn't deter Sunghoon, it encourages him instead. His movements are faster, deeper, but still just as precise. It's like he already knows the ins and outs of what brings you pleasure. "Gonna come all over my hand, baby? I know you're close."

You nod desperately, throat too raw and dry to produce sounds more complex than little whines—which Sunghoon finds adorable, he can't wait to find out what sounds you make when he's splitting you open on his cock. He coos, and that alone almost makes you cum. Almost, because what really does you in is his thumb moving to finally circle your clit, really touch it.

Your body tenses up again when your vision goes a searing white, but Sunghoon's other hand finds your thighs right away to prevent you from caging his hands between your legs. He worked hard to make you cum, so you're not gonna take the sight of your fluttering pussy away from him, not when he has rightfully earned it.

"You did so well," he says, his hand caressing the skin of your inner thigh as a reminder to relax your muscles, his thumb slowing down its movement on your clit as your walls flutter around his digits at longer intervals each time.

You eventually even out your breathing, your vision still a little fuzzy, but you feel lighter and content. Once Sunghoon is sure you're okay, he pulls you in for a sweet kiss, like he wasn't just rearranging your guts with his fingers alone moments ago.

"Perfect, you're so perfect," he whispers between kisses, landing a wet smack on your nose when you scrunch it in response. "You're always gorgeous but this—fuck, you're beautiful." He keeps kissing you, each kiss waking up a different butterfly in your stomach. You feel giddy like you haven't ever since you were a kid running through the meadow on a spring evening. You giggle when he reaches the valley of your breasts, and run your fingertips through his hair, his head resting on your chest.

"I love you," Sunghoon whispers, and for the first time in your life you know those words to be true, no hidden intention behind them, no cruel joke waiting for you at the end of the line. It feels right when they're coming out of Sunghoon's mouth.

"I know, I love you t—what are you doing." It's much more of an accusation rather than a question, because you see the little wicked glint in his eyes as he resumes kissing his way down your body—first down your navel, then between your thighs.

"Showing you how much I love you, duh." He spreads your legs as open as he can get them before you start protesting again. "Besides, I haven't gotten a taste yet."

You should stop him, because suddenly you're reminded of how he still hasn't come yet, and you would feel bad to neglect him. The look in his eyes though—needy, almost feral— keeps you pinned right in your spot. "What… about you?"

Sunghoon looks at you, genuinely confused. "What about me?"

"Yeah, I should be… helping you out." You glance down at him, and the wet patch on his boxers makes you clench around nothing. Had you not witnessed first hand how messy Sunghoon can get, you would assume he cummed already. Knowing that's only pre though, makes saliva flood into your mouth at the mere thought of your boyfriend's cock pumping load after load down your throat. Screw 'not hurting' you, you would be happy gagging and choking endlessly around him if it meant you got a tiny little taste.

"Oh baby, but you are helping me out. Just lay back and let me." Sunghoon pops two of his fingers in his mouth, tasting the residues of you high still lingering on his skin, rich and divine on his tongue. "So good, now let me get a real taste."

He trails his wet fingers up your body, relishing in the way you shiver under his touch when he brushes over your nipples. He grabs your face once he reaches it, and forces you to look at him. "Wanting to please me… aren’t you such a generous girl? So, so good for me. So eager to please, you’re so cute.” He doesn't miss how your lip twitches in response to his words, and how your hand slides between your thighs and how they close around it. “But, I'm still not done.”

“But—”

“Shhh,” he silences you right away. He parts your lips with his thumb, and your response to it is immediate, sucking on it without needing to be told what to do. You swirl your tongue around his finger eagerly, as if trying to show him what he is missing by not letting you take his cock out his pants. “See? So perfect for me. Such a pretty and obedient girl, am I right?” 

You nod subconsciously, like he has you under a spell, ready to comply with anything he asks out of you. Maybe he does.

“I know that’s right.” Sunghoon takes the thumb out of your mouth, coating your lips with your own spit as he caresses them with it. “Then do what you’re told and lay back. I can fuck you another time. Now spread those legs for me mkay? Yeah, just like that. So much we can do in the meantime."

"I just don't get why he won't stick it in me."

"You have such a way with words."

You throw a fry at your best friend, only to get more irritated when he catches it midair with his mouth. Jungwon chews it loudly with his mouth open—because he knows it annoys you to death—then washes it down with his coconut milkshake that he won't let you get a sip of because 'using the same straw as me counts as cheating now that you're dating Sunghoon'.

"Okay but why? You're a man. What's the thought process behind this? Tell me."

"Girl, it's your boyfriend. You tell me."

"What if he doesn't fine me att—" A fry hits you right on your forehead, and it's like the impact activates your brain cells, because of course Sunghoon finds you attractive, that is not the problem.

"Now, let's be honest with ourselves please. None of that shit."

Your back hits the bed with a soft thud, arms spread out as you stare at the very familiar ceiling of your room. A sight you've been taking in quite often recently, while trying to come up with a plan to get Sunghoon to dick you down good.

Jungwon shoves a fist of fries in his mouth, barely chewing before speaking again. "I don't get why it's such a big deal."

You roll onto your side, facing the blonde little gremlin occupying the space next to you. "It's a big deal because— why is your ass on my pillow. Jungwon get—"

He silences you by feeding you a handful of fries from the container on his lap. "You were saying?"

You gulp them down quickly before replying, because you're civilized enough to do so, unlike someone else. "We've done it all, and I know he's scared of hurting me, but I can also tell he's holding back. I'm ready– I've been ready. It's just… whenever I think it's gonna happen he pulls back so suddenly, like he's restraining himself."

"Mhh… you've talked to him about this, right?" Jungwon looks at you in a way that feels entirely too judgmental, like skipping the communication part is something you do often enough for it to be a pattern. Something he needs to check off of a list before he gives you more advice.

He's not completely wrong. As in, at one point in your life you had made an habit out of assuming people's thoughts and intentions, but that is in the past. And those people are not your Park Sunghoon.

The polaroids messily scattered on the wall above your desk, like someone had dropped them and they'd defied gravity to stay there, glimmer as the sun starts its golden descent into the horizon. Old, more ruined around the edges ones you took right after Jungwon got you a polaroid camera with his very first salary from working at an ice cream shop over the summer. Pictures of sunsets and dumb words carved into sandy beaches, of thumbs digging into teenager Jungwon's dimples. Newer, glossier ones that you took when Sunghoon gifted you a new camera, after the one Jungwon got you finally broke down after years. You'd cried so hard that day, because it had felt like growing up.

The charger is still hidden under all the mess of receipts in your comforter's drawer, you still hope one day the pink sticker covered camera will turn on if you charge it long enough.

But some things are meant to stay in the past, and better ones are always hiding behind the corner, ready to come your way.

You aren't the young girl with the pink polaroid camera anymore, just like you're not the girl that is scared to voice her thoughts and troubles any longer.

"Of course I have."

"And?"

"Won, he just tells me I need more prep. I've had plenty of that, trust me. Like, he's spent the last month using this toy on—"

"Okay, okay I get it. I trust you, spare me the details."

"—Point is, I'm more than ready. I know it's gonna be uncomfortable and a bit painful at first, he's like… so huge it's—"

"I get it."

"—but that's a given with how big he is. I think it's just… him being nervous, really."

"Have you… tried to, uhm. Take charge? Maybe you calling the shots would make it easier for him to let loose." Jungwon looks down on his lap as he plays with the rings adorning his fingers. You wouldn't say he has ever been particularly shy per se, not when it comes to discussing your sexual life, even in heavy detail. He was the boy your mother made you take a bath with after a whole day of rolling around in dirt as a kid, because his wasn't around a lot of the time. The same boy who has seen you toothless and with horrible haircuts, who has seen all your embarrassing phases. Talking to Jungwon was much more akin to talking to yourself rather than venting to a diary, because he stored secrets in his heart that you would never be comfortable writing down on paper. Except he also calls you a dumbass when he needs to.

It's been a little different ever since you started dating Sunghoon freshly out of college, but you imagine it can't be helped since Jungwon is also very close to him.

You take a deep breath, shoulders slumping with the motion. Yeah, like that would ever work. "He doesn't give up dominance ever, really. I have tried a few times but…" you trail off, thoughts suddenly plagued with images of Sunghoon putting you back in your place instantly whenever you tried to take charge. You have already given it some thought, a lot of thought, actually. What wouldn't you do to have Sunghoon under you and at your mercy, so responsive to every touch, perhaps even tied down. Yeah, you're gonna have to bring it up more seriously to him, maybe then he would let you—

"Are you seriously fantasizing about dominating your boyfriend right in front of my cheddar fries?"

But you're gonna continue that thought another time.

"Let's see then…" Jungwon continues, evidently determined to find a solution to your problem. "Maybe act out? Would that work? Mhhh… I don't know, you're already very annoying day to day and he puts up with that…so."

Jungwon genuinely looks like he is putting so much thought into it, somehow it makes it more offensive.

"Yeah. And who grew up next to him? You. Exactly. You trained his patience, if anything," you retort, but Jungwon doesn't even give you the satisfaction of acknowledging it, because you both know that you do love to be a nuisance to your boyfriend whenever you get the chance.

"Wait." Jungwon perks up after a seconds of deep thought, making the plushies on your bed fall on the floor, but the situation is so dire that you don't scold him. Instead, you cast a hopeful glance in his direction. Please let his brain cells work for once in his life.

"Isn't Hoon like, terribly jealous every time someone brings up that time you and Jay dated in high school?"

The cogs in your brain turn, and if someone was to walk into the room at that moment they would be able to smell the fumes coming out of your and Jungwon's head.

Jungwon continues, though he doesn't need to, because you have caught what he is hinting to already. "You need him to snap? What better reason to if not some good ol' jealousy. Am I right?"

But of course he is, that little gremlin genius.

"And, it just happens that a few high school acquaintances are organizing a get together soon. You know people will bring up you and Jay, just drag Hoon along. It's fate."

"Have I ever told you that you're my bestest friend ever and that I owe you my life, Won?"

Your plan is not working out as expected.

Getting everyone on board took you and Jungwon some time, but they all eventually agreed to come along. Sunghoon himself was the one with the most reservations, since he moved away halfway through high school and he missed a good chunk of it. Most importantly, he missed how you and the others became friends in the first place, so he's always been a little bitter about it.

Calling it a plan was an overstatement. You wore a skimpy little outfit, black miniskirt and sheer thighs, and bet on someone bringing up how you and Jay used to date in front of Sunghoon. You hoped that would make him jealous enough to grab you and drag you home, maybe teach you a lesson that you would inevitably learn nothing from.

Instead, you get sulky Sunghoon with a beer in his hand, looking at you like a kicked puppy as you and Jay make conversation with your old acquaintances. It doesn't help that Jungwon refuses to pick up his phone so you two can come up with something quick to stir the night towards your desired outcome.

The call goes into voicemail again, and you sigh for the hundredth time that night as you end it and open up his chat to type in another text.

"No answer yet?" Jay asks, smoothing his pink dress shirt. He's always the classier looking guy in the room, no matter where he goes, but the hue of pink he chose for the night makes him stand out further in the sea of swarming bodies.

You shake your head. You're in a quieter corner, away from the thumping speakers, but your throat is sore after all the screaming you did over the deafening music. You thought you would get used to the volume when a few of the people at the reunion suggested moving to a club across the street to end the night with a bang, just like the old times, but it somehow got progressively worse instead.

From your side, Jake puts two fingers in his mouth and whistles to catch someone's attention, and when it doesn't work, Jay laughs at him.

"Sunghoon looks bored, I think we should call it a night," Jay says.

"Bored? He looks like he's gonna murder the next poor soul that steps too close to Y\N," Jake takes a swing of the drink he's holding, something that looks like aged whiskey. Very much unlike anything Jake would order. He hisses after the liquid burns his throat, even when diluted by the melted ice. "Jay, my man, your taste is so ass."

You give the interaction a half hearted laugh. Despite your original plan, you hate seeing Sunghoon so uncomfortable, especially when you know he only came along to make you happy. He insists he doesn't belong surrounded by people who pretend to remember who he is and keep bringing up stuff that happened in the past expecting a glint of recognition from him. You tell him there are multiple people with a similar experience to his even when they attended all years, you tell him he belongs anywhere as long as you and the other guys are there. He tells you those are the people that don't get invited to these sort of events.

"It's getting late anyway, maybe we should just go," you say, checking your notification bar for any sign of life from Jungwon. Still nothing.

"I'll go get Won." Jake throws back the remaining drink, scrunching his eyes and hissing at the bitter taste he still isn't accustomed to.

You take a second to scan your surroundings, and the swaying mass of sweaty bodies makes you nauseous. You used to love getting rocked back and forth by the music, uncaring for a single thing in the world if not the overwhelming love you felt for everyone and everything around you when alcohol buzzed through your system. When you were younger, it felt like ibuprofen for your soul. Now, it only amplifies the hurt in your chest when you think about how heavy this night must have been for your boyfriend.

Before you can make your way to him, someone grabs your attention.

"Jay! And you over there, it's been a while."

You instinctively turn towards the loud voice, finding a vaguely familiar face cockily grinning in your direction.

"She has a name." Jay takes a deep breath and gives you a look, his jaw tense, and that alone is enough to let you know right away the guy in front of you is nothing but trouble.

The guy continues as if you weren't even there to listen to the conversation. A ghost. "Doesn't matter, being your girlfriend is all she was known for back then." He takes a swing of his beer, taste as bitter as his voice. He's very obviously drunk out of his mind, words slurring and step unsteady, but his words annoy you anyway.

"Excuse m—" you try to interject, but he speaks right over you.

"You two back together?"

Jay looks like he's seconds away from punching him, but you simply shake your head no. "Oh! No, and I'm not single actually. My boyfriend's here—" you turn around to look for Sunghoon where you last saw him, and beam when you find him right as he walks up to you. His shoulders relax just the tiniest bit when he notices how relieved you look when you meet his gaze, the way you reserve that look to him only, the way you light up as soon as you spot him. "There he is! Perfect timing, baby."

Sunghoon slides a hand around your waist possessively, placing a soft kiss to your temple to really get the point across. "I was looking for you."

Truth is, he wasn't. He had his eyes on you the entire time, but you were playing with your rings and kept readjusting your clothes as the conversation was unfolding, and Jay looked uneasy too, so he figured nothing good was being said.

"Yeah, sorry! Just catching up with friends from back in the day. Y'know, reminiscing and stuff. Have you seen Won around?" You want to diffuse the situation before the idiot in front of you says anything he might regret. You want Hoon to be a little jealous, not for him to get you all kicked out of a party because someone decided to run their mouth a little too much. Your hand finds his exposed biceps, and it looks like he made the right choice by stepping in, because now that he is all up in your space, you're visibly more comfortable.

Sunghoon shakes his head. Last time he caught a sight of Jungwon in the crowded space was when the night had barely started, and he wore a cowboy hat as he shoved his tongue down some girl's throat. Good for him. "He's probably… catching up with acquaintances too."

You look like you are about to say something, but the nameless guy interrupts you before you get a single word out. It gives Sunghoon all the more reason to dislike him, even before he listens to what he has to says. "And you are? I don't recall seeing you around."

"Oh! Hoon just moved to a different school halfway through high school, but we're all friends," Jay replies instead, familiar with his best friend's feelings about his high school years.

"Then why is he here?"

Sunghoon's jaw clenches. You squeeze his arm as if to remind him you are next to him, and he melts instantly into your touch.

"I'm here because my girl and my friends are. Now if you'd be so kind, we are trying to have a nice night, and you're interfering with that." Sunghoon turns around, holding you against his chest as he starts to make his way to the bar to grab another beer.

"Yeah? You know your friend and your girl used to fuck? Maybe they still do."

Sunghoon was raised to be a patient man. One that counts to ten before reacting, a man who wouldn't even hurt a fly. So it must be the alcohol fueling his actions, because before he realizes what he is doing, he grabs the guy by his shirt, knuckles white as a ghost making the material wrinkle in his hold. "What the fuck did you just say?"

Sunghoon knows he is being provoked, but not even Jay trying to step between them can do anything to calm his anger, not when the poor bastard spits on his shirt, then says something that he really shouldn't have.

"I mean look at her." The man laughs, and it's bitter, filled with something more sinister than mere disgust. It's envy. "Are you surprised? She's dressed like a whore."

Sunghoon moves before you have the time to grab him, right fist colliding with so much force against the man's face, his lip breaks on contact. He wobbles a bit, hit taking him by surprise, but he just gathers the blood dripping inside his mouth and spits it by Sunghoon's feet.

"Hey! Hey." Jay grabs the guy's arm, roughly yanking him back as a crowd of people starts to notice the commotion, heading to take a look at what's happening, a few bodyguards included.

"So tough," the man starts a laughs interrupted by winching when his broken lip curls too much. "Take that out on your so called friend—"

Your voice drowns out the rest of the sentence. "Baby, please."

Sunghoon looks at you, and for a second you doubt he sees you. There's so much anger in his eyes, like he wants nothing more than to rip the little bitch in front of him to pieces. They're almost unfamiliar in a way that send shivers down your spine. You hate the fact that you can't tell if it's fear or lust. But the storm behind his gaze clears out for a second when he sees the alarm on your pretty face, just the one you need. "I wanna go home."

No matter the anger coursing through Sunghoon's bloodstream like venom, thick black poison inciting him to turn back and finish the job, his conscience always prioritizes your well being and what you want. So when you take his hand a make a beeline for the exit, he follows without a single complaint.

The car ride back home is uncomfortably silent.

Sunghoon doesn't hum the random tune playing on the radio like he usually does, he doesn't hold your thigh nor does he even spare you a glance, and you start worrying he might be mad at you.

The words said about you earlier sting, but they don't hold a candle next to Sunghoon's silence. You want to speak up, fill the void that is so uncharacteristically awkward, but the words die in your throat the second you try to push them out.

A ding! followed by your phone screen lighting up signals a new notification, and you swipe through your phone to find out if Jungwon has finally made his existence known.

It's a text from Jay. You notice how Sunghoon's eyes dart to your phone for a split second before going back to focusing on the road ahead, his jaw twitching under the street lights.

00:27 AM. Jongie <3: You guys made it home yet?

00:28 AM. you: not yet, you? did you find the others?

Last thing you heard as you dragged Sunghoon out of the club was Jay arguing with both the still nameless guy and two bodyguards who had been notified of commotion next to the bar. Your main goal was to get your boyfriend the hell out of there before he broke someone's face in, but now that you're away from the mess and the dizziness from the alcohol has started to die down, leaving your muscles and bones tired, you worry for your friends too.

00:29 AM. Jongie <3: Heading back now, Jake texted me he found Won.

00:29 AM. Jongie <3: Wasted, ofc. But apparently Jake's taking care of him now.

00:31 AM. you: don't know if i like the sound of that. will they ever let us back in there?

00:33 AM. Jongie <3: Yeah no chance, Won won't be happy when he finds out.

00:35 AM. you: how did him and jake even get home?

You lock your phone for good after Jay confirms Jake mumbled something about a really nice girl with a great rack driving them home, deciding you'll deal with their bullshit another day, when you're completely sober and not worried about what your unusually silent boyfriend might be thinking.

Just in time for Sunghoon to pull into his driveway. He doesn't remind you to take your bag with you as he always does, he doesn't wait for you to be out of the car before heading straight towards his front door. Truth be told, you're more shocked he didn't just drop you off at your own apartment because now you're really sure he must be upset with you.

It's dumb, really. What that guy said is anything but your fault. But your panicked mind makes up scenarios in which Sunghoon knows you wanted to make him jealous, wanted to get a reaction out of him for something as silly as getting him to properly fuck you. It convinces you he has every right to be upset.

His hand twitches in pain for a second while unlocking the door, dried blood—both his and not—staining his pristine knuckles, and it only aids in making you feel worse. You follow him through the entrance, and he waits for you to walk inside before locking the door for the night. It's now or never.

It takes all the courage you can find within yourself to speak, and still your voice comes out uneven, shaky, things your voice has never been when talking to Park Sunghoon. "I'm really, really sorry."

He turns back to you like you just said the most shocking sentence he's ever heard in his life, and he quickly grabs you by your hips when he notices just how scared you look. He quickly realizes you must've mistaken his silent attempt at calming down his anger at the situation for coldness towards you for some reason, and his heart breaks a little at the thought of having made you doubt yourself. When he answers, it's the softest you've ever heard him. "What for, pretty girl?"

Tears well in your eyes when you fail to find the words. You're sorry for so many things, you don't even know where to start. You're sorry for dragging him somewhere he didn't even wanna be in the first place, sorry for taking advantage of his kindness for your own benefit, you're sorry his knuckles are raw and bloodied just because he had to defend you. Above all, you're sorry for being so damn selfish.

Sunghoon carefully caresses your face with his clean hand, so none of that bastard's blood goes anywhere near your pretty features. His thumb swipes across your bottom lip like it's second nature, silently waiting for you to say what's on your mind. He searches your gaze, but you're too busy trying to not burst into tears right there in front of him, so he lowers his hand to your jaw and gently angles your head upwards.

His eyes are kind and warm, no hint of the searing coldness they held mere minutes ago. "None of what happened today is your fault," he speaks slowly, sincerely. He makes sure every single word leaving his lips is loud and clear, no room for misunderstanding or doubt. Sunghoon is smart, he knows you like no one ever has put in the effort to. "I'm sorry if I made you doubt yourself back there, I should've said something. I'm sorry." He sounds secure and confident in what he's saying, but the little unsteady breath and the sharp swallow that come right after betray him. His hand slightly trembles on your skin, and it makes your heart sink even more.

Something else to add to the list. You're also sorry for making Sunghoon feel guilty over your emotions when he never did anything wrong to begin with.

You still struggle to speak, especially when Sunghoon is looking into your eyes as one would towards the light shining through the water surface after holding their breath in far too long, like it means being able to breathe again. There's a devotion in him you've never seen, something actors on a stage cannot replicate, something you don't think words to describe it have been spoken out yet. Something purely unique to you and him.

When your words fail you, you show him your own devotion in a different way.

There's a medication kit Sunghoon got forever ago solely to patch up Jake and Won whenever their Jake and Won antics get them hurt (very often, comically often). Never in your life would you have imagined Sunghoon to be on the receiving end of the care, but here you are.

Sunghoon follows you wordlessly to the couch, giving no protest when you point to sit down while you take your spot next to him.

The saline stings as you carefully clean the wound, but Sunghoon makes no show of it. You finally have a reason to look at somethings else other than his eyes as you gather your thoughts, but he doesn't lose sight of the frown deepening on your face.

Sunghoon watches you intently through his now messy bangs as you hold his bigger hand in yours as if it were made out of the most precious, frail glass. His fingers are way thicker than yours are, but you brush against his knuckles with the cotton just as softly as he kisses your forehead seconds before you let yourself be taken by slumber in his arms every night. He sees all the expressions fluttering on your face, he gives you the time he knows you need. He knows there's something you need to get off your chest.

When the blood stains the cotton instead of his skin, you speak up, "Does it hurt?"

Sunghoon hums in disagreement, the sound dry in his throat. You press into the raw skin a little harder, earning a low hiss from him. "Don't lie to me. We don't lie to each other."

"We don't, but you're hiding something from me." He stops before continuing, his voice a mere whisper, "what's wrong?"

"You got hurt because of me."

"That's not—"

"Yes you did." And once the river of words tumbling out of your mouth starts, it can't be stopped any longer. "I know how you feel about high school and—"

"It's not that—"

"But it is. I don't care if it was five years ago or ten or fifteen, I know you feel a certain way about it and don't lie to me to spare my feelings because it makes me only feel worse. You feel a way about it and I still went out of my way to take advantage of it for such a stupid reason and now I feel like a fucking idiot. And it also got you hurt."

"Baby," Sunghoon says after a moment of quiet, only filled by your heavy breathing. "Hey."

You busy yourself by grabbing the gauze in the little med kit next to you, but you make the mistake of glancing at him for a second, and the little smile dancing on his lips keeps your eyes glued to the sight.

"It's only a few scratches. What's all this really about?"

"I just… fuck, I'm never living this down." You stretch the white bandage over Sunghoon's wound, wrapping it a few times to fully secure it. You take a deep breath, buying yourself more time by inspecting your boyfriend's fingers like they're the most interesting thing you've ever seen in your life. He playfully taps his index against your palm. It makes you smile despite your best efforts not to. "I just wanted to make you jealous."

You say it so quietly even Sunghoon, barely inches away from you, almost misses it. Almost, because you hear the teasing in his tone loud and clear. "Jealous?"

Cat's out of the bag anyway, so you might as well explain yourself. "Before you say anything, Won gave me the idea."

"Of course."

"I just, y'know. Best friend stuff," you say, as if it's the answer to everything.

"Best friend stuff… as in?" Sunghoon keeps prodding, and the faint smile you hear as he speaks without having to take a look at him simultaneously makes you want to grin and roll your eyes at him. You bite your inner cheek instead.

"As in… complaining about my boyfriend…"

"Oh, you must have so much to complain about."

"Well, for starters, my boyfriend doesn't want to fuck me—"

Sunghoon erupts in a fits of boyish giggles when he finally figures out what's going on, delighted to see how embarrassed you are by this whole ordeal. He grabs you by your hips and sits you right on top of his lap so suddenly you let out a little shriek of surprise. "Trust me, your boyfriend would love nothing more than to fuck you through the mattress."

Your hands rest on his shoulders, and you lower your chest against his, noses brushing each other. "Then what's stopping him?"

Sunghoon's warm breath tickles your lips when he whispers, "Maybe he thinks your pretty little pussy can't take it yet."

A warm feeling travels through your body, settling into your lower abdomen, and just when you think he's gonna kiss you, he pulls back and rests his back on the cushion behind him, sinking further into the soft couch and pulling you down with him.

"Hoon—"

"Mh-mh. You haven't told me what Won's idea was yet."

"You know it." You raise your hand to playfully hit his chest, but he's faster than you are and catches your wrist midway with his injured hand.

"I don't know a damn thing," Sunghoon says as he brings his lips to the back of your hand, letting them brush gently against your soft skin before placing a small peck. "Go on, enlighten me."

You pout, but Sunghoon's set on making you talk, and even though you're stubborn and embarrassed, you know he won't let it go until he's satisfied with your response.

And, the slowly growing hardness under your exposed panties, combined with the residuals of alcohol still buzzing through your system are making it hard for you to stand your ground. Not when Sunghoon looks as good as he does with his bangs messily covering his eyes, and fitted short sleeve highlighting his hard chest underneath the cotton. Unfortunately for you.

You move on his lap, adjusting your position so you can feel more of him through the thin material covering you. You crave the harsh coarseness of his jeans on you, for the heat seeping out of him to envelope you fully. You're on top of him, thighs straddling his, yet you feel the invisible push to be even closer. As close as you physically can be.

Sunghoon sees the hunger in your eyes, he has all this time. He too is barely hanging on by a thread, and the self restraint he's miraculously managed to keep until now is dwindling by the second. All the times you've begged for him, all the times he's fucked your pretty pussy open with different toys, bigger and thicker each time. All the times he's had to take cold showers after seeing the raw need for him to claim you fully reflected in your eyes, even after coaxing orgasm after of orgasm out of you. You're so insatiable, but he might be even worse. Once he gives in, he doesn't think he'll be able to let you go ever.

Sunghoon knows you've felt ready for a long time, and even if he thinks you could use more getting used to bigger sizes before he allows himself to finally sink into you, the temptation gnaws at him all the same.

He just needs a little confirmation.

"Tell me, what was this master plan of yours?" he speaks with his mouth pressed to your palm, softly running his nose down to your wrist, allowing himself to bask in the warmness of the scent you chose for the night.

"Won's, not mine."

"That you willingly agreed to."

"I just… wanted to make you jealous." You finally admit, avoiding Sunghoon's gaze at all costs.

"How so? Wearing this tiny little dress?" His voice is lower, more dangerous. He slides his free hand to grab a handful of your barely covered ass, the skirt having ridden up to your waist almost completely. "You know I like it when the attention's on you. They can look all they want, you're mine." The movement causes you to jerk up against his crotch, earning a low grunt from the man beneath you.

"Tell me, baby," Sunghoon rocks you slowly against his hard bulge, caging his bottom lip between his teeth as he takes in your needy and embarrassed form. "How did you plan to make me jealous? Why?"

Your hand slides down his chest and dips under the thin shirt before caressing just over the waistband of his underwear peeking out of the dark jeans. "I thought it would be a smart idea to drag you along to the get together, and I guess I hoped someone would bring me and Jay up. I know how you feel about it and I wanted to use it to my advantage, but I also didn't consider how you'd feel surrounded by strangers reminding you of all the time you and the guys lost. All the time we lost. You came to make me happy and I was being selfish the entire time. You even got hurt because of me—"

"Not because of you. He should be thankful you were there to stop me or I would've broken his ugly face in."

"Still. I'm so sorry. It was childish."

A beat passes without either of you saying anything, and you twitch uncomfortably in his lap.

"Why?"

Your lip trembles, and your heart sinks at the thought of having angered your angel of a boyfriend. Tears well up in your eyes before you even attempt to explain yourself, but Sunghoon gently angles your chin toward him until you're met with his gaze. It's intense, darker than you've ever seen in all your time knowing him. He searches your face for something, and you realize it's not anger casting shadows behind his eyes. It's pure, unfiltered lust.

"Why did you want me jealous?" His voice is raw, like it pains him to produce a single sound, like whatever you answer him with is the honey that will soothe it.

You twitch again, and this time you're not scared, but your insides twist all the same. He rest heavy and hot under you, and you don't know how you'll handle another rejection if that's what this is leading to.

"I wanted you to fuck me, really fuck me. I hoped it would be enough to push you to the breaking point, Sunghoon.“ You swallow hard, and the saliva in your mouth feels thicker than usual. Maybe it is, maybe you're just more aware of all the sensations within your body. "I need you to break."

It's all Sunghoon needs to hear.

He lurches forward to capture your lips with his, harsh and messy, like an animal that has finally broken out of the restraint keeping it chained. His hands roam all over your body, eager to explore every single inch as if it's the first time he ever does.

You reciprocate him with just as much hunger behind every movement, hands slipping from his body to his hair to pull his head back. You grind your hips against his, moves deliberately slow compared to the feverish kiss. "I need you. I don't wanna wait anymore."

Sunghoon moans into your mouth when you release his hair, and he doubles his efforts, sliding his fingers through the wide gaps of the fishnets covering your thighs, big palms fully working you on top of his bulge.

"You want it so bad, baby?" He says between open mouthed kisses, full lips raw and red from the fight with yours. "I'm gonna give it all to you."

Uncaring for the mess of knocked over stuff you two leave in your wake, from Sunghoon's keys loudly hitting the ground to your heels abandoned somewhere on the carpet, you make your way to his room without ever letting go of each other. All around you is just background noise and things you'll think of later, the only thing that seems to matter is to get in bed and get rid of all the pent up frustration clouding your minds.

The door shuts closed and soon your back hits the bed with a soft thud, Sunghoon's hands heavy on your hips and mouth hot on your neck as he carves a wet path on your sensitive skin, caging you between his hard chest and the mattress. He wraps your leg around his middle, and when your cores touch again, you both sigh in relief.

You've spent all this time on the cusp of finally getting something more, waiting—albeit not so patiently on your part—for the right moment, and now that you both know you're just moments away from it, seconds seem to stretch out into hours and even the slightest teasing feels unbearable.

That's what you think, at least. Because Sunghoon is nothing but a tease at heart, and he has very different plans in store for you.

You take advantage of the little moment of pause to undress yourself, but Sunghoon stops you as soon as he notices what you're trying to do.

"Keep it on," he murmurs along your neck, feeling your pulse quicken right under his full lips. He kisses along your collarbones, to your shoulder, exactly where the strap of your dress rests. His teeth graze the material, and he draws back slightly before letting it snap back into place, the slight sting making you jump just the tiniest bit in his hold. "You wanted to make me jealous in this? Then I'll fuck you in it." He mouths his way back up, until he reaches your ear, teeth gently biting right where he knows it makes shivers spread all over your body. "Next time you wear it, my cock is all you'll be able to think about."

You can't hide the way your body reacts to his words, thighs pressing together from the sheer excitement.

Sunghoon toys with the strings of your fishnets, and for a moment you think you should take them off, but he just rips a hole through them, allowing his hand to finally slide underneath them and grab your ass as harshly as he wants. "These were getting on my nerves."

"I can take them—"

Sunghoon silences you with a kiss, slower than the previous one, calculated and meticulous but every bit as passionate. His teeth sink into your bottom lip until you gasp against his mouth, his tongue gently licking away at your lip to soothe the sting. He pulls your core closer to his, unabashedly moaning into your mouth as he ruts his hips into yours.

The tights start to frustrate you the more he works himself against your panties. You want to be closer, you need to feel him push against you completely, and they're in the way. So once again, you try to rid yourself of them.

Sunghoon keeps you still. "These stay on until I tell you to take them off." His tone is commanding, but not abrasive, muffled by your skin. "Understood?"

You barely nod when suddenly he's bending you at his will like you're his to drag around as he pleases, and while usually you would've fought back just for the sake of it, you play nice this time, doing anything to not have him changes his mind and leave you hanging once again.

He sets you on your knees, facing the headboard of his king sized bed, a sturdy and thick thing, wood carved with elegant loops and twirls all around the edges. They gleam and cast shadows alike when Sunghoon reaches over you to turn on the bedside lamp.

The same hand steadies your hip as he lowers himself onto you, pressing his chest to your back and littering kisses from your temple to your neck. "Aren't you such a cute little thing?" he whispers into your ear, chucking when he feels you shudder under his weight. "So needy and desperate, making up plans just to have my cock in your tight pussy." He's so big, so warm. So strong. It makes your knees weak, and you would crumble on the soft mattress if not for his large hand keeping you still. "Should've just come to me right away, should've begged for my cock like the good girl I know you can be." His other hand starts to travel down your body, and your thighs instinctively spread open to accommodate him.

Pride blooms in Sunghoon's heart. You're so pliant for him, sweetly allowing him to touch you all over, your body responding so well to his slightest touch, to his softest word. The trust you have in him makes his cock harder in his pants, but he's always been a patient man. A man that enjoys taking his time playing with his meal before sinking his teeth into it.

That, and you still have a lesson to learn. "But you've been bad, so bad." He bites your earlobe as his fingers hook onto one of the little holes in your tights, right over your throbbing core, so needy and ready to be claimed by him. You hear a loud rip before you realize what's going on.

His fingers immediately find your panties, slick and stuck to your drooling lips, and he starts touching you over them like all the teasing he's subjected you to until then isn't enough to satisfy him. "You'll make it up to me, yeah? You'll make me proud and happy." He licks along the shell of your ear, and your thighs shake, spreading open once more to coax him into touching you better. "I'll only fuck you when I'm satisfied with how sorry you are."

"Hoon—"

"Don't worry, baby." His fingers dip under the fabric, finally really touching you for the first time that night. He slides two fingers between your lips to coat them in your juices as he keeps talking to you in a tone that almost seems belittling, the pout in his voice too heavy and pronounced for it to be honest. "I'll make it worth it. All the time we waited will be worth it. I just have to get you nice and ready, dripping for me."

You have half a mind to turn around and fight him, because you don't understand how you could physically get wetter even if you wanted to be patient and take it. "I'm already wet," you say, and it comes out a little harsher than you intend for it to.

"Look at you," Sunghoon mocks you, the bite in your response only making him chuckle lowly in your ear, the vibrations from the sound make wetness pool on his digits, much to his amusement. "Can't keep the brattiness in check even when you should feel sorry. How can I take your apologies seriously?"

You open your mouth to answer, but his fingers pinch your clit before you get a single word out, replaced by a shriek that sounds something right in between pleasure and pain.

"Less talking." Sunghoon doesn't stop or lessen his touch on your poor sensitive bundle of nerves. Instead, he rolls it between his fingers, coaxing loud moans out of you with every single movement. "More of this."

The bed creaks under Sunghoon's knees as he detaches from your already quivering form and gets up to grab something. You complain with a little whine at the sudden loss, but just a quick glance in his direction tells you to stay still and be patient.

"Where's your phone?" Sunghoon asks. It sounds a lot more like an order.

"My… huh? My phone?"

"Your phone. Where is it?"

You gawk at him for a second, still in the same position despite the dull ache in your knees slowly but surely setting in, your mouth agape as you try to rack your brain for an explanation as to why the fuck Sunghoon needs your phone since he doesn't seem to be planning on offering you one. "In my bag. On the couch, I think."

It's only a few seconds before your boyfriend returns with your phone in his hand, and throws it carelessly on the bed next to you. He returns to his previous position, the warmth radiating from his body soothing you even when you don't know what to expect next.

You'd be lying if you said you don't enjoy this stricter version of your ever so loving and doting boyfriend, thighs clenching at the thought of the danger lurking behind his sweet demeanor.

"Unlock your phone and open Jay's chat." Sunghoon's calm facade is completely gone, replaced by pure fire.

"What?"

"You heard me." His grip on your thighs tightens, possessive and angry. "You're gonna open Jay's chat and record while I fuck your pussy with my fingers, and you'll have him hear how good I make you feel."

You're breathless, adrenaline pumping through your system and ears ringing at the thought of doing something so obscene, with one of your best friends on the other end of it no less. "Hoon, Jay didn't have anything to do with this… we shouldn't—"

"I don't care." Sunghoon bites your neck, sharp canines poking you just enough to elicit a gasp out of you. "You'll do as I say and tell him you won't ever go back."

He sounds so possessive, so unlike any version of him you have experienced, and just this little taste has you obsessed. You love the soft spoken, big sweetheart he always is, and you love the sleeping beast hidden just beneath the surface too. You love the anticipation of what's to come, not knowing which side of Sunghoon you're gonna get.

Your hand trembles as you reach for the phone, his is sure and steady as it makes its descent down to your wet pussy again. Sunghoon takes his time, letting his fingers ghost on your thighs for a little before sliding the panties off of you. You hear him moan behind you, and you're glad you don't get to see what you suspect is him licking off the wetness off the fabric he just rid you of. That would be way too much for you in the moment, you think.

The Jongie <3 contact in your favorites section seems so silly now that you're mere seconds away from letting him hear how your boyfriend fucks you, so you take a few deep breaths in preparation. As if sensing your hesitation, Sunghoon quickly places a gentle kiss to your temple, and just like that, he's back to his caring self. "You said you're sorry, baby. You should show me, but you don't have to."

You press the voice message recording button moments later, heart thrumming loudly in your ears as you slide your finger up so it keeps recording hands free.

"Such a brave girl. So, so good for me." Sunghoon praises you, and it soothes some of the anxiety you feel, his tone thick and sweet as honey, you barely recognize it as the same one that was giving you harsh commands earlier.

The downright filthy sound of Sunghoon's digits spreading your pussy lips open has you cowering in embarrassment, but your boyfriend doesn't care. He needs Jay to hear how absolutely soaked you are. He wastes no time, pushing in three fingers inside you.

Your mouth is hung open in a silent moan, eyebrows knit together and eyes closed, taking a moment to adjust to the sudden sensation. It stings, even when you're so wet it's dripping down your thighs by now, but his fingers are so long and thick the initial stretch is always uncomfortable, despite all the training.

Sunghoon doesn't like that, so he gives you no time, no warning, and just starts pumping in and out of you, curling the tips just like he does when you're about to cum and need the tiniest push. He's unfair, so unfair, because how are you supposed to keep your sounds down like you planned to when he's finger fucking you like it's his life mission to have you come undone in record time?

You don't know if it's an ego thing, or he just wants to make your punishment that much harder. It must be both, because within seconds you're moaning and gasping out in pleasure for him and Jay so beautifully, really putting on a show for the both of them. But it's so hard to focus and remember what you're supposed to say, and the longer the voice message is, the more mortified you'll be in the morning.

For now, satisfying Sunghoon's thirst for punishment and placating the jealousy you yourself caused is your top priority. You'll think about the consequences another time.

"Aren't you gonna say hi? Where are your manners?" Sunghoon's mouth drops to your ear, the movement of his fingers inside of your cunt relentless and not giving you a single second to breathe properly. It doesn't matter to him, how much harder he's making for you to accomplish your task. He basks in it, even. He's proud of how just his fingers are enough to turn you dumb with pleasure.

"I—mh," you try your best to muffle the moans cascading from your lips, to no avail. Even if you managed to do so, the incredibly loud squelching noises in the background would betray you.

"Need a hand?" he laughs dryly, and you feel the faint presence of a fourth finger next to the other three, waiting to slide in and stretch you open further.

"Hoon!" you gasp in surprise.

"That's right, baby. That's who you belong to. Tell Jay."

"I—I belong to—Hoon! I can't!"

His fourth digit keeps prodding around to find a possible entrance, but you're already so full you think any more would actually break you. "How do you plan to let me fuck you, then?"

He's teasing you. You both know you can and you will. It's just a matter of taking it slowly. His finger is suddenly not trying to inch inside you anymore, despite how lost you both are in the moment, your comfort comes first always. It just means Sunghoon will find another way.

He speaks lowly against your ear, but it's enough for your phone to pick it up clearly, "Once I'll split you open on my cock like you've been begging for, nothing else will ever satisfy you. No one else will. Once I claim your little hole, it's mine. Jay's seen how big I am. He knows it too. Tell him whose pussy I'm about to split open."

"Mine." You gasp at a particularly harsh thrust.

"No. Mine." The sheer command in his voice makes you clench even more around his fingers, as if the fit isn't already tight enough. "Try again."

"Yours! It's yours."

"Good fucking girl." He moans against you, his hot breath rising goose bumps all over your skin. "Tell him you'll never go back to him," he adds after a moment, quieter.

The pace he is fingering you at slows down just enough so you can actually get a coherent sentence out, and you're silently grateful for this little show of mercifulness on Sunghoon's part. If not for this, the voice mail would probably end up being an hour long.

"I'll never—mh. Go back to you."

"Good. So good. Now tell him how happy you are with me, happier than you ever were with him. Tell him you love me," he rasps, high on the reassurance you're providing him. High on how obedient you are for him.

"Love Hoon so much, I love him. I love him so so much. Hoon, please." You're a mess, dripping down onto the bedsheets and clamping around his fingers so hard any more would probably cut Sunghoon's blood flow. The more you grip him, the wider you spread your thighs to accommodate him, like you're silently begging for him to be harsher. He has half a mind to fulfill your body's wordless plea.

"Look at you, spreading your pretty legs for me. You like it when I talk to you like this? Does it make your little pussy wetter?"

You're so tight, so wet, and Sunghoon is so impossibly hard. He could cum right there just thinking about how good you'll feel wrapped around him, walls convulsing and milking him for all he's worth with every orgasm he gives you. For every orgasm you bless him with.

A sight for sore eyes, one Jay will never see nor hear. Because as soon as he can sense you climbing up your high, getting so close, your walls fluttering against his curled up digits in preparation and juices plentifully seeping out of you, he grabs your phone and ends the recording himself.

Sunghoon moves, and suddenly you miss the weight of his chest pressing into your back, but the pace of his fingers inside you slows down again. You wail as you feel the climax you were so close to dissipate, and suddenly you feel like invisible ropes are keeping your front tied to the bed. Your back gives in under the pressure, arching in ways that should be uncomfortable but it's the only outlet other than the plentiful sounds being pushed out of you your body has to ground itself in the midst of all the pleasure.

The loneliness your heart feels whenever he deprives you of his body heat for as much as a few seconds has tiny broken sobs and whines lurch out of your throat, but like every single time, Sunghoon is there to soothe you. "I know, baby, I know. Just let me help you feel good. Yeah?"

Even when you're supposedly being punished, he can't help but go a little easy on you, his gorgeous angel. His spoiled baby. But it's okay, because you did such a good job, listened and obeyed to his every command.

Sunghoon's warm breath tickles the skin of your bottom, and his nose brushes up from your mid thigh to your ass, giving you a playful yet gentle bite on the plushy skin. Air gets stuck in your throat in anticipation, but like every single thing he does, he takes his time in savoring all the moments leading up to finally get your sweet taste to coat his tongue like he's craved for this entire time.

You're twitchy and so responsive in his hold, and Sunghoon is enamored with the sight of your fluttering walls trying their best to suck his thick digits in even more. Greedy little cunt for a spoiled little girl. A perfect match.

He watches intently how you react to every single thrust of his fingers inside you, how your knees shake and body flops forward when he bends the tips in just the right direction when you least expect it. He pushes in deeper, and deeper, until you're gushing on his palm, your essence dripping down his wrist and a few droplets down to his elbow too. He registers your every moan, every beg for more, imprints all your sounds in his memory like they're the dearest ones he's ever made.

Sunghoon remembers all your reactions from times you'd consider unimportant, from the little moan when you first bite into anything he's cooked—whether you really like it not—to the way your leg bounces when following the rhythm of a song you said you despised because they played it on the radio too often, to the way your eyebrow twitches when he mentions a name you haven't heard before.

When you catch him with that sweet look in his eyes, staring at you with a toothy grin and canines peeking out, it's because he's watching you and storing everything in his mind, no matter how mundane, no matter how dumb, no matter how silly. It's a no brainer he'd do this in times like these too, even when he's witnessed you come undone under his gaze plenty of times, he doesn't want to miss a single one.

It's not really about learning what brings you pleasure faster and what prolongs it, he's familiar with all of that already, Sunghoon just happens to really enjoy watching you, even if you think it's the most embarrassing thing in the world.

So he does exactly that, inspects you carefully as he keeps fucking you open with his fingers, taking guesses about how hard or deep he should make his pumps, pride blooming in his chest—and cock throbbing in his pants—when you react exactly like he expects. While usually he watches you with a lovesick smile, the grin on his face and fiery glint behind his eyes are different now, hungrier and needier, but every bit as obsessed.

Because that's exactly what Sunghoon is, deeply and unashamedly obsessed with you.

He builds your orgasm up again, brick by brick, flick of his wrist by flick of his wrist, until you're quivering and shaking and begging him to not take it away this time.

"Please," you moan, hand clenching onto the bedsheets beside you so hard you'll be shocked if by the end there won't be a hole ripped in them. "I'm so close."

Sunghoon notices how you hold onto your orgasm, waiting for his approval. It makes his hips twitch forward involuntary, eager to please and eager to give you anything you want. "I got you baby, let go. Let me hear the pretty sounds you make when you cum for me."

It's all it takes for the coil in your stomach to completely snap, and the second your warm walls flutter around Sunghoon's fingers for the first time, you feel a sense of emptiness that lasts only a moment, before you're full again. It's not as thick, shorter but so much wetter, and through the thick fog clouding your mind as your body is overtaken by uncontrollable shivers spreading from your core to every extremity of your body, you realize he just replaced his fingers with his tongue.

Another lightning strike shoots right through you, head to feet, as Sunghoon keeps fucking you through your orgasm with his tongue. You're still fluttering around it and releasing all of your juices right into his awaiting mouth when the ringing in your ears slowly fades, replaced by the downright obscene sounds of Sunghoon slurping up all he can get out of you. It's messy and nasty, the lower half of his face completely coated in your essence but he doesn't care. He wants more.

He moans into your pussy like he's the one being pleasured, and once that single second of bliss between fully coming down from an orgasm and overstimulation setting in goes by, he pulls you in closer when you start moving too much. You're still too sensitive, but if Sunghoon thinks you're greedy, you have to realize he's even worse. Feeling the dull throbbing of your walls as you come around his tongue one time just isn't enough. If it were up to him, he'd have you wet his mouth again and again until you physically can't withstand any more. Until you're barely coherent and slipping into a peaceful sleep, completely tired out.

Sunghoon grabs a handful of your ass with his still dripping hand as he licks a stripe down from your hole into your lips, spreading them open with his tongue to find your clit, throbbing and raw from your previous orgasm. He rolls it between his lips, toys with it with his tongue, uncaring for the way your body pushes away from his mouth. After all the begging you did, you have no business running from it, if you ask him.

"Stay still," he growls into you, both of his hands tied together on your lower back as he fully pushes you down on the mattress with his strength, leaving you nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. He nuzzles his face into you, enveloping all he can get with his warm mouth, sighing and groaning contently with every bit of wetness you gush right on his tongue.

He explores every inch of you, every nook and cranny he can get into, cleaning you up with each lick and wetting you even more with every other. "So fucking good," he moans into you, dragging you back against him when you think you can't physically be closer, when the tip of his nose pushes into your hole and when the only way he has to breathe is through his mouth which is full of you. He pants and gasps against your cunt so much you fear he might suffocate himself just to not come up for air a single time.

Your own face is pushed against the bed, mouth biting down on the cotton fabric beneath you to ground yourself in the immense cloud of pleasure Sunghoon is giving you. He's so lost in your taste he doesn't even remind you to not muffle your sounds, the only thing in his mind is to have you come undone on his mouth once more.

Sunghoon knows he's close to his goal when your little pained whines start turning into longer, more drawn out moans, when you stop running away from his tongue and instead start thrusting yourself back into his hold, back into his mouth. All your senses are ablaze, nerve endings lit and confused but so pleased at the same time. You yourself don't know when the it stopped hurting and became that dull, impending feeling of almost there to something more that both maddens you and keeps you hooked, but you roll your hips anyway in search of just the little nudge in the right direction your body violently craves.

Like always, Sunghoon knows exactly what you need.

"Go on, baby. Touch your little clit for me." His voice is full and rich of that low gravel you barely get to hear, but that has tingles run down your body when you do. "Help me make you cum." Sunghoon lets his tongue run back up from your clit to your slit again, inching closer to your throbbing hole as you let a hand sneak under your body to your pussy, immediately finding your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You're so drenched by now you don't need to wet your hand before drawing circles all over it, dragging it in all the directions you know have your toes curl. Sunghoon likes it messy though, so he gathers a glob of spit and loudly releases it on your cunt, the position making it dribble down right where your hand is working to bring you closer to your peak.

The onslaught of wetness pooling down only adds to the already embarrassingly loud noises coming from your cunt, and you're so wet, your own fingers slip a few times. It doesn't help that your arm shakes under you even when pinned down by your entire body weight when Sunghoon shoves his entire tongue down your hole again, using both of his hands on your lower back to move you so you're fucking his muscle as if it were a toy. His nose drags on your perineum with every movement of your bottom half against his face, and under any other circumstance you'd be mortified, but Sunghoon has a way of soothing you in the most embarrassing situations without really having to do anything but be there with you, like nothing matters in the grand scheme of things when his body is heating yours.

You speed your movements up to match the pace he sets, and with every thrust of his tongue combined with every flick of your wrist, you feel the band in your lower tummy stretch and warm up, until your sight turns searing white and warmth envelops your body from your core to all your limbs in rhythmic waves, first every other second, and then gradually slowing down.

You release on Sunghoon's tongue, and he wastes no time, gulping down all he can manage to, moaning into your heat like he's tasting the most divine nectar. You can't see it as you're busy catching your breath and slowing down your heartbeat as the rush of pleasure dissipates into a calmer buzzing felt all over your body, but Sunghoon's eyebrows crease in the middle, his eyes closed as he commits the taste of your cum to his memory, right beside all the indecent bits of you he treasures in his mind.

Sunghoon pulls his tongue out of you, already missing the way you flutter against it when you come undone, and leaves a trail of pecks all over your bottom, first on the plush of your ass still kept up by his strong hold despite you having completely given up on keeping yourself upright long ago, then all over your thighs, switching from one to the other as he runs a reassuring hand all over your skin, wordlessly soothing you. His palms are big and thick on your thighs as he moves to wrap his hands to the front, steadying you one last time to capture your clit in a gentle suckle, just enough to have your body convulse in overstimulation, but too tired and spent to fight back.

He pulls off of you with a pop after hollowing his cheeks around it one last time. "Did so good for me, baby. You're so perfect."

Without Sunghoon's hands keeping you up, you slump on the bed, completely this time, groaning when the burn in your lower body fully sets in now that you can move it again. It's dull and persistent, and especially fiery right where Sunghoon's hands stayed locked for most of it.

"You okay, pretty? Was I too rough?" He sounds concerned when you take longer than usual to regain your strength, his hands immediately roaming all over your body to massage any sore spot. His touch is light like a breeze but welcome like the sun on a spring day, warming up all the knots in your muscles. The dangerous edge seems to have completely evaporated, only leaving your sweet boyfriend behind. In the moment, it's exactly what you need.

You give him a vague sound of approval in response, but you know it's not enough for him when he gently maneuvers your body around to face him, holding you so carefully one would think him scared of damaging you.

The warm light shining from the night stand casts shadows on his face, but the slight concern etched on his features is bright as day. It's an intimate moment, and you'd giggle because of the sheer difference in his behavior if you had the energy to do so. Instead, you reach for his hand. The same hand that held a bruising grip on you just moments before, the same hand that hit the man who disrespected you.

Sunghoon returns you touch right away, locking your fingers with his as if second nature. You place a featherlight kiss on them, allowing your lips to linger on his salty skin as you speak. "I'm great. Perfect even." It comes out a little raspy, like you haven't fully caught your breath yet, but it's a start.

"Yeah. You are."

"And you? You doing okay?"

Sunghoon gifts you one of his cannot-possibly-contain-it smiles, the ones where he looks down for a split second as his eyes crinkle and somehow smile wider than his lips do. Your favorite kind of Sunghoon Smiles you'd say in the moment, though if you were to compile a list they would all be in the number one spot.

"Perfect, even."

"Hey, that's my line—" you start, but Sunghoon finishes your sentence for you.

"—Don't steal it."

You hum, the taste of skin still on your lips as you bask in the moment for a little, neither of you daring to break the peaceful quiet that wraps like a fuzzy blanket around you. Sunghoon flinches just the tiniest bit when your fingers graze the bandaged scratches, making you ease up your hold on his hand. He immediately squeezes yours to tell you it's okay.

"You know," you say after you let the silence linger for a few more seconds, only your heartbeats and shallow breaths filling the air in the dimly lit room. "You look really hot when you're mad."

Fits of giggles pour in the almost nonexistent space between you—first Sunghoon's, yours following suit.

"I must look super hot when I'm jealous then," he says with that teasing edge in his tone you're all too familiar with. He dips down to catch your lips in a slow kiss, suckling on your bottom lip gently, the corners of his mouth still raised. He hasn't stopped smiling once.

"Absolutely," you say before Sunghoon pecks you again, and then keeps doing it as you try to continue. "And when you're happy—" another peck. "And when you're bored." Another peck. "And when you're—sorry if I say this but you look like a cute kicked puppy—sad.

"So you're gonna keep finding ways to make me jealous, I assume."

It's not meant to be a jab, you know he's being playful. But it stings you just in the right way, and suddenly you're in the passenger seat of Sunghoon's black Bentley again, worrying about having hurt his feelings past redemption.

Like all things you, Sunghoon catches it right away.

"Hey there, it's okay. I'm not upset, baby." Sunghoon's hands are secure around your hips, his thumb running soothing circles on your skin while your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer because it's simply never enough.

"You should be. You're too nice."

Sunghoon presses his lips on your fluttering lashes. "You being a little brat is nothing new. I think I know how to handle you pretty well, don't I?" His breath, minty but also vaguely bitter from the beer still, warms your cheekbone. Sunghoon's proximity to you is intoxicating in ways no amount of alcohol could ever be, and you hate beer, but god, what wouldn't you do to taste it off of his lips for the rest of your life.

Whoever is up there must be gracious because your prayers are answered the very next second, with Sunghoon ghosting his lips on yours, looking at you with tenfold the intensity and fire from earlier, like someone drenched the space behind his eyes with gasoline and lit it up without you noticing it. The switch is so sudden, and by now you should be used to this, but you don't think you ever will. Not when your boyfriend is looking at you like he might devour you whole any moment, and you'd let him. You'd love to let him.

"Act out all you want," Sunghoon says, voice dripping in possessiveness, right against your awaiting mouth. You want to swallow every last bit of it. "Go out there in short little skirts barely covering your ass. Make up all the silly plans you want, even ones where Jay's involved. Let everyone get a good look at you because that's all they'll ever fucking get." His hand reaches for your inner thigh, then folds it to give himself better access. His bulge is heavy and hard against your bare core, the weight of it enough to have you shiver and mewl, but when Sunghoon starts grinding his hips into yours, the noises spill out of you like you have no control over them. "At the end of the night, after you've had your fun, you'll always come back to me. In my bed, soaking my pants with your little pussy because you only get wet like this for me."

It's embarrassing how fast you feel like you could come again, but Sunghoon's hard thickness slides so perfectly over your folds even through the fabric, and the harshness of his jeans catches your clit every so often in such a delicious way. His pants are soaked through in your essence, both of you moaning and panting in each other's mouths so messily you don't even know if it could be classifies as a kiss or a mere exchange of spit.

"You're mine," Sunghoon rasps, like his life depends on it. He fumbles with his pants, depriving you of the mouth watering friction. You make a few noises of complaints, but his teeth are quick to sink into your bottom lip to silence them. "A spoiled little brat. But mine."

The heaviness of him finds your dripping core again, this time so much warmer, only his underwear separating your most sensitive parts from touching. It's the closest you've ever been to feeling his cock on you, and it's overwhelming. Electricity shocks run through your body when he starts moving his pelvis against you, completely coating the already damp material with the mix of your arousal and release. He's not unaffected—his own precum shows up right where the little slit in his tip is, the fabric of the boxers a darker shade of gray there.

"Mine to love, mine to discipline, mine to train. Mine." You don't know wether the hoarseness coming from his throat is due to the anything but proper activity you two are partaking in or simply the raw need for you to really let his words sink in, but the effect it has on you is clear. The proof is right where your cores meet.

You tentatively roll your hips into his, movements emboldening when you earn a few low grunts from him.

"This pussy is gonna be mine too now. Mine to worship and please. Mine to fuck open like she never has been before. I'm gonna ruin you for everyone else. You want that, right?"

You nod frantically, your hips running after Sunghoon's in a relentless chase, like they have a mind of their own.

"Say it. Say you want me to ruin your little hole."

"Ruin it—Hoon, please."

His hips falter when he hears just how desperate you sound, his eyebrows scrunched up in the middle and you can tell he's biting down on his tongue to ground himself. It only encourages you.

You reach for his boxers, wrapping your hand around the outline of his bulge and trying to contain your facial expressions at the reminder of just how ridiculously large he is. You squeeze it with your palm, his eyelids fluttering closed and his chest heaving from your touch alone. You try not to think too much about how outrageously wet the fabric is, all thanks to you. "Please, I need to feel you inside," you beg, arms pushing your tits—now basically spilling out of your dress—together and looking up at him with the most innocent doe eyed expression you can muster up.

Sunghoon's jaw leaps, and you feel like under a microscope as he watches you. "Little minx you are." He reaches for the first drawer of his night stand, rummaging though it quickly before pulling a tiny bottle out of it. It's lube.

"I don't need—"

Sunghoon silences you by spitting right on your pussy, your complaint turning into a whimper at the contact. "You do, baby. You need all the help you can get." Complaining more will get you nowhere but tucked into bed, still needy, horny and with a wet pussy, so you decide to play your cards cleverly and let him do his thing.

You paw at his boxers, fingers dipping into the waistband and trying to tug them down to get to the prize hidden behind. You spread your legs open even more as Sunghoon rips a larger hole into your tights, the veins running down his arms slightly bulging from the effort.

The sudden coldness of the lube dripping down on your puffy folds surprises you enough to rip a little yelp out of you, and Sunghoon's wide palms find their rightful place on your thighs, pushing them against your hips and lower stomach. He takes a good look at your cunt, spreading you open to his liking and leaving no inch of your skin hidden from his sight. "Such a pretty pussy." Your joints still ache and burn from all the exertion they already endured, but Sunghoon's words are like a soothing balm for your body and mind. "Prettiest cunt in the whole fucking world, all wet and ready for me to fuck."

You finally manage to free his cock fully, despite his filthy words sending waves of weakness through your body, and immediately wrap your palm around the middle, mouth watering when your thumb doesn't reach your other fingers. Not only is it way longer than average, it's also thick beyond comprehension, perfectly curved to hit all the right spots in you and so fucking veiny you can feel more slick pour out of you in anticipation. You quite literally cannot stop gawking at it, trying to move your hand up to his tip, just as thick if not thicker than the base, and you gulp as you watch beads of semi transparent liquid pour out of it.

"What is it, baby?" Sunghoon asks, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he tries to not buck his hips into your hand. "We can stop if you want."

"No!" Your grip around him tightens, earning a gasp and a shallow thrust from him. Your thumb swipes over the head to spread his need all over, making it easier for you to slowly jerk him off. "Please," you add, quieter, afraid he might take the opportunity away from you.

The sight of you laying down so prettily with your much smaller hand enveloping his length, has all the blood in Sunghoon's body rush straight to his groin. He could cum at any moment, just from having you right in front of him like this, but he's set on making it worth the wait.

"You're so fucking hot like this." His hand finds your cunt again, fingers spreading your folds open so he can take a good look at the sensitive bud he loves so much, finding it so swollen he wishes to just bend down and suck on it again.

Once the lube fully coats his digits, he brings them down to your hole again, prodding it just enough to make sure it's slick with the cold essence. He squirts more of it right onto his cock while you keep fisting him as best as you can, spreading the lube all over it until all that can be heard in the room is the loud squelching noises and both of your heavy pants and low groans. His fingers keep rubbing your folds, coaxing more of your own arousal out of you, the feeling so distracting the pace you set on his cock falters a bit. To compensate, you add your other hand too, milking him with both at the same time.

"Fuck yeah, just like that," Sunghoon moans, and he looks divine above you with his lip caught between his teeth, gaze flickering from where his hips have started fucking into your fists, to where his fingers are playing with your pussy, like he cannot decide which view is best.

His cock throbs in your hands every time your hold tightens or your movements get faster, and you're stuck watching every reaction. His chest heaves, sometimes he looks like he forgets to breathe and then he has to make up for it. His cheeks are flushed, and when you notice how his bangs are sticking to his forehead because of the sweat accumulating on his hairline, you suspect he might be close.

"Gonna come?" you ask, battling your lashes at him, hoping he'll do just that from your hands alone. That's enough to wake him from his daze, and you almost regret asking when he breaks free from your hold and stops playing with your pussy.

The disappointment is short lived, because without wasting any time, Sunghoon brings your legs close together around his cock and sets both of your feet on one of his shoulders. He fucks your thighs just like that, with slow thrusts, making sure to slide his cock between your folds and let you feel every single vein running down his length. "You'd love that wouldn't you? Me coming all over your pussy. You're so fucking messy."

The shirt still covering his torso leaves close to nothing to the imagination now, clinging to every ridge of his abs and chest because of the sweat, and you're basically drooling at the sight. The feeling of Sunghoon's cock between your thighs and on your cunt is too much for you already, clit throbbing with need every time his tip catches on it, balls pushing against your hole every now and then, but you make the mistake of looking down when his thrusts get faster, and the view you're met with has you absolutely obsessed.

The head of Sunghoon's cock peeks out from your thighs every time his hips move forward, red and leaking so fucking much on your lower tummy it looks like he's cumming all over you already. But then it just keeps going, reaching close to your belly button, and when his head rests right on it, your mouth goes slack. It's one thing to see how big he is normally, but to have it compared directly against you, it makes the room spin in circles and your body feel even weaker. You need him inside you now.

"You like the view, baby? That's how deep I'm gonna be inside you, how deep I'll be fucking you," Sunghoon laughs, a little manically, and you hate how much it turns you on, like you need to be any more than you already are. "You'll feel me riiight here." He stops his thrusts to tap his cock on your stomach, the sounds of the tiny slaps reverberating through the room. "All up in your guts."

You gasp out his name when his hips go back to working his cock between your thighs, in an attempt to get his attention, but he already knows what you want.

"I know, baby. I know. Just a little more I promise." His gaze flicks up to meet yours, watching you intently for any sign of discomfort, any indication that you might want to stop. He knows it's unlikely—Hell, he's sure you were about to beg him to fuck you for the nth time that night just now—but he needs you to be absolutely sure. The weight on his chest, the slightest hint of uneasiness looming over him despite all the excitement fades in the background when all he finds on your face is pure lust, unfiltered need for him.

The pace slows down a little, and Sunghoon keeps eye contact with you as he speaks with his full lips brushing the skin of your ankle, giving you a few kisses there to ease up any anxiety you might feel. "Are you sure, pretty? We can wait a bit more. We don't have to—"

"Hoon. For the love of God just put it in or i might actually die within the next two minutes."

An amused wheeze tickles your skin, followed by a gentle nibble right where his lips kissed you. He rests your legs back down while he still kneels on the bed "Alright, alright."

He's spent all this time preparing you, telling you to take it slow for your own well being, but as you watch the way his eyes hesitantly shift focus around your body, you think maybe he's not the one ready yet. "Hoon?" you catch his attention, voice meek but it's like music to his ears, always.

Sunghoon hums in acknowledgement, but he looks deep in thought. His thumb follows the ridge of your jaw to your chin, then swipes over it a few times as if to encourage you to continue.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Had a change of heart? Weren't you just about to die a few seconds ago?"

"I'm asking you."

He exhales, then bends down to place a soft kiss right on your parted lips. "Of course I'm sure. I'm just…" He trails off, but you already know what he's thinking.

"You won't hurt me," you say, keeping eye contact to really get the point across. "Besides, even if you did. I'd enjoy it a bit."

The corner of his lips lift up, and you know you've finally cracked through him. "I suppose you would."

His elbow rests by your head, while his other hand grabs his cock and gives it a few pumps in preparation—not that he needs it, Sunghoon doesn't think he's ever been this goddamn hard in his entire life. "Give me a few taps anywhere if you want me to stop, if it helps you can bite me when it hurts." He positions himself, hand still guiding his tip to your leaking entrance, but doesn't push in just yet. "Where should I cum?"

You're about to lose your mind, hips slowly rolling against his tip to try to coax it inside of you and he's still talking instead of doing something about it. "Huh?"

"Where do you want my cum baby? You won't be able to talk when I'm fucking you."

The sheer seriousness in his tone has shivers run down your spine, but you don't dwell on it too long. "Inside. Anywhere you want just please—Oh my god."

The sting of his tip slowly pushing in stops you from finishing your sentence. It's a mild discomfort for now, but the feeling of it stretching you open is better than any of the toys you and Sunghoon experimented with could've ever provided. He's just getting started, but your mouth is already ajar, and more wetness seeps out of you when your boyfriend rewards you with the most beautiful moan you've ever heard.

"God, it's like she's begging me to slam all the way in." His thumb swipes over your clit in circular motions to help you ease up so the first few inches aren't too harsh on your poor drooling pussy, and even though the tip isn't even the entire way in, the sight of his cock slowly disappearing inside your heat quickly shoots up to his favorite spot. "Deep breaths baby, remember what I taught you—No, don't tense up, it's okay. You've got this."

Your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head, pleasure and discomfort blending into one slowly as he waits for you to adjust. How are you supposed to not clench around him when he's encouraging you like this? It's beyond you.

Your hand shoots to grab Sunghoon's muscular biceps when he starts moving again, and he stills right away, waiting with bated breath for the taps to come.

They don't.

"Is it all in yet?" you ask, because truly, you feel so fucking full already, fuller than you have ever been. But the amused look on Sunghoon's face tells you exactly what you need to know.

"I mean." He moves a little more, and the burning—even if eased up a bit by all the juices and lube coating both of you—resumes. "A little more than the tip is."

"The tip?"

"The tip." Sunghoon thrusts out gently before pushing in again, both of you moaning at the same time. "I can fuck you with just that, it's enough to make you come harder than you ever have." He doesn't wait for you to tell him what to do, opting to give you shallow thrusts to test the waters, his thumb never parting from your clit.

The way you shudder and the little sweet sounds you make because of his tip alone has his stomach knot in all kinds of ways and his cock leap and throb so much it fucking hurts. Sunghoon would want nothing more than to shove it in and claim you fully, mold your pussy around his girth so perfectly no one else would ever be able to give you a cock half as good as his—like he would let that happen in the first place.

You're writhing under him, legs kicking a little when he feels the slide in and out slowly get more comfortable and slippier. That doesn't mean you're not clenching around him so hard he could cum at any given moment, but for your own pleasure—and his, really. He wants to shoot his load as deep as he possibly can—he tries to hold off to the best of his capabilities.

But fuck if it's not the hardest thing he's ever tried to do.

He almost breaks when your own hand reaches down for the one working on your pussy, smaller palm attempting to cover the back of his and to coax it into moving faster. There's a bit of drool on the corner of your lips, and you look so wrecked already, Sunghoon hates how a shiver runs down his spine at the mere thought of how you'll look like when he's balls deep inside you. "Hoon—fuck. I want more."

He coos at you, pretending he's not a wreck himself, pretending the thread thin sliver of sanity he has left isn't the only thing preventing him to fold your legs all the way up to your chest and fuck you into oblivion, but the arm next to your head shakes with restraint, and the knuckles on his fist are ghostly white by now, even if you're too blissed out to pay attention. His voice is shaky, uneven, but his words are careful and patient, even when you'd rather them not be. "We gotta get your pretty parts used to it first baby, come like this just once, it's only the last stretch."

Your whines turn into moans when his movements on your clit fasten and his tip nudges inside you a little deeper, just enough to momentarily satisfy your craving for more.

"Aren't you a greedy little thing," Sunghoon rasps, holding back his own impending orgasm with all his strength, beads of sweat now rolling down his neck deliciously, and you kinda wish you could bend forward and lick them off of him. "Asking for more, and more, and more after the stunt you pulled today. My pretty baby," his thumb pushes more forcefully on your bud, making it hurt so good for a second as you adjust to the pressure, then giving you harsher drags, meant to have you come undone and quivering under him in no time. "So desperate for cock you just had to go ahead and try to make me jealous. You like it when I'm jealous?"

You gasp, nodding frantically as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach tighten more and more, an embarrassing amount of slick pouring out of you and running downwards.

"You're so fucking lucky this is the first time we do this," his voice is rough, an octave lower than usual. "Or I would've bent you over and fucked you so silly the second we got home without stretching your pretty pussy open. But I'm so kind. Thank me for it."

You clench hard around him at his words, toes bending because you don't know what else to do with all the pleasure coursing through you, and he gives a gorgeous deep groan in response. "I'm gonna—"

"Then thank me for it."

You come around him hard, harder than you ever have, thank you's pouring out of your lips like a broken prayer, entire body shaking head to toe from the intense orgasm. The buzz in your ears persists for a while as you try to come down from it, and you can see but it feels like you can't, like your brain isn't registering any of the images your eyes capture. Bright, static, dark spots, so many things at once. It feels like you blacked out for a second even if you didn't, all your senses dulled to make space for all the other sensations your climax provides.

When you slowly start to regain power over them, you're met with the sight of Sunghoon panting like a dog, eyes closed and fist wrapped around his cock, the head poking out and redder than you've ever seen it, looking like he just ran a fucking marathon. Somehow, he managed not to cum. He was so close though, so close he had to pull out the second your walls started to involuntary flutter around him or he would've been done for.

The tight black shirt is still clinging to him like a second skin, and the first coherent thought of yours after the fog around brain clears is to get him out of it as soon as you can. You tug at the hem, still panting and blood buzzing from the release. "Off."

Sunghoon doesn't answer you with words, but he rips the shirt off his torso, throwing it somewhere on the floor behind him. His hands are shaky as they travel from your waist to your hips, then reaching your thighs, spreading you open further in front of him and allowing him to take a look at the big mess you—both of you, really—made. Sunghoon's cock is rock hard, tip oozing enough precum to make all the prep you've endured so far pointless. (Not really, you know better than that.)

Sunghoon goes back to nudging his tip on your hole, just holding it there without pushing in quite yet, casting a last questioning glance your way because he needs the reassurance that you're okay with this one last time before he fully commits.

When you nod, he slowly eases himself back into you with a low moan accompanying the motion, this time his gaze holding yours. The face you make as his tip stretches you open makes it a hundred times harder for him to keep his chill, wanting nothing more than to say fuck it and pound you stupid like you've been begging him to do ever since things first got handsy between you two.

The burn isn't nearly as bad as it was the first time, leaving space for so much more pleasure to course right through you, and you can't help the relieved sigh that leaves you when his tip is fully back inside you again, like it's a need for you to be filled by it. And Sunghoon sees that. He sees the fire in your eyes, the greediness slowly pooling behind those pupils he loves so much, how your hips look for his even if taking any more in hurts.

His hips jerk forward more than he intends them to, but he can't help it, not when you're looking at him like he's the prey. More of your wetness coats him, and both of you loudly moan into the night.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," Sunghoon whines, actual tears filling his waterline because he can't believe how much you're gripping him, pussy fluttering around his girth with every little bit he pushes forward, welcoming him like no one has ever done. "Tightest little pussy ever."

The hold on your thighs is bruising, but it helps you stay at least a little grounded so you wouldn't have it any other way. Whenever you think you're too full and cannot possibly take anymore, you feel a little more of Sunghoon's cock slide in you, so you get on your elbows with what little strength you have left and take a look for yourself. He's barely halfway in, and the burning sensation is starting to set in again. It hurts, but it hurts so good, you need more and you need less at the same time.

"Yeah, that's right, angel. Watch how your greedy needy cunt swallows me." Sunghoon's eyebrows are creased, sweat now not only dripping from his scalp, but little droplets constellating his broad chest, following the paths preset by his sculpted physique, all the way down to his vline. A mouthwatering sight.

"So full," you sigh, eyes never leaving from where you're connected, clit throbbing the more he fucks his cock into you, begging for a lick of attention.

"You'll be so much fuller. Can you behave and handle that for me, mhh?"

You bite down on your bottom lip, nodding along to his words and sneaking down your hand to play with your clit when you come to the conclusion that Sunghoon's hands are way too busy gripping your plushy skin like his sanity depends on it.

"Smart girl," he praises.

The wetter you become, the easier and more pleasurable the slide is. Sunghoon watches you for any sign of unbearable discomfort, slowing down when you bite your tongue or picking his speed back up when you bless him with those precious needy whines of yours. "You're doing so well, my gorgeous girl. So fucking amazing, making me feel so good already, God, you're perfect."

His words of encouragement play a big part in easing the pain for you, soothing you enough to make it easier for you to not tense up when his cock nudges a particularly sensitive spot inside of you. Your hand flies to your lower belly and you swear you feel him right there, so much deeper than you've ever had anyone—or anything—be.

"There we go," Sunghoon puffs out like he's been holding himself back from breathing this entire time, his pelvis grinding against your folds deliberately. And you finally realize he's all the way in for the first time ever. "Squeezin' me so tight, are you scared I'll run away?" He pulls back a bit before fully thrusting inside again, the curve of his cock aiding in making him hit all the right spots you could've never reached yourself. "No fucking chance. Not after I've got a taste of this. Gonna fuck your pretty pussy open every fucking night, until I've trained her to take me in without any complaints."

He sets a slow pace, not wanting to overwhelm you just yet, then adds, in a softer tone, "Does it hurt too bad, baby?"

If he keeps the back and forth up for much longer, you're gonna end up getting whiplash. But between groans and higher pitches sounds, you manage to answer him. "Any more and you would've popped me like a balloon."

Sunghoon giggles as he bends down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, hands finally loosening his grip on your legs and traveling all over your body. "You begged, and begged and—"

"I'm not complaining, am I?" you ask, breaking the kiss and resting your forehead on his, the saliva string connecting you two shining under the warm light of the lamp. "Harder."

Sunghoon complies instantly, speeding up his movements and giving you actual thrusts instead of the messy mix of grinding and nudges he'd taken a liking to. His hot, wet mouth finds your neck, too greedy and selfish, in desperate need of hearing the beautiful sounds you make instead of swallowing them down. His tongue skates over your pulse point, a shiver traveling down your entire body when he gives you the lightest nibble right there before licking it up again in apology.

"I can still taste you in my mouth." His breath tickles the wet skin of your neck, your front arching into his when goosebumps appear all over your exposed arms. "Always want to—mh, taste it. You'll let me eat your pretty pussy again after you gush on my cock?"

Even if you want to reply, you really can't, not when the pace he's drilling into you at is knocking the air out of your lungs, and the bolder his movements get, the more you understand why he asked where he should cum before even staring. You want to look at him, take in every expression on his beautiful face, but the pleasure is too much to handle and the only thing that seems to help is closing your eyes and letting them roll back into your skull.

Your lips are raw from all the biting, and you're so incredibly thankful when Sunghoon's hand swats yours away from your clit to replace it, allowing you to sink your fingers into his broad shoulders, clawing at them with every languid thrust he gives you. He feels so perfect, filling you up to the brim and then some more, stretching you out so fucking good you suspect you won't ever be able to scratch the itch if not with his cock.

"I'm in love with this fucking pussy, baby," he moans, loud and unapologetic, making his way with open mouthed kisses down your neck, then following the line of your clavicle, only to dip down between the valley of your breasts. Your tits have spilled out of the tiny little dress due to bouncing around with every precise thrust Sunghoon gave you, and your nipples are perky and hard, begging for his attention right in his face.

"And your tits, fuck. So pretty, I'm gonna eat you right up." He licks a stripe on one of your hardened buds before enveloping it fully between his lips and sucking on it lightly, sighing contently into it when you push your tits on his face further, loud whines spilling out of you.

The very familiar band in your tummy starts to tighten again the more he works on your nipples and clit at the same time, thrusts never once faltering. All of your senses are heightened to such a degree you don't even know what to do with yourself anymore if not lay under Sunghoon and let him absolutely ravage you, not a single thought but 'feels so good' crossing your mind. But it's fast, too fast, and you want it to last for longer, want Sunghoon to keep fucking you for hours until the only word you remember is his name.

You try to push his hand away from your clit, only earning a reprimanding yet gentle bite on your nipple, a warning. "I c-can't."

"Can't what, pretty girl?" He rolls your nipple between his lips, lapping away the tingling sensation the nibble left on it that has you jolt in his hold. "Use your words."

You throw your head back in frustration, feeling the impending climax approach you once again, the nth that night. "Don't want it to end," you gasp, using up all the strength left in you form a coherent sentence.

Sunghoon coos at you. Fucking coos at you only to deepen the strokes of his cock inside you, angling his hips to reach even deeper. "Cum for me baby, I'll just keep fucking you."

Your thighs shake as they wrap around his waist to pull him closer, his hips switching to grinding his cock into you instead of thrusting it, the fat tip poking the most delicious sensitive parts of your heat. You gasp and wheeze, claw and scratch and draw blood from his skin but it never hinders or stops his strokes. You clench around him time and time again, wrapping around his cock so nicely Sunghoon can feel his own orgasm build up in the pit of his stomach.

You come around him with a silent scream, every single part of your body twitching under him as he keeps fucking into you, now chasing his own high. He still takes a moment to watch you and how beautiful you look at the highest of your peak, eyes glazed over and mouth hung open, sweaty skin glistening so beautifully he wishes to be a painter and capture it forever. It's a sight he's never gonna grow accustomed to, and it has his stomach twist in knots. "That's it baby, so fucking gorgeous, keep cumming for me like that, milking my cock so well."

Even in the aftershocks of your orgasm, your body looks for his, hips rolling into his as if to silently ask for him to cum inside you, now that your voice has completely failed you.

"Just a bit more. We're almost there, my perfect little baby, so good for me," Sunghoon is babbling too by now, so damn enamored with the sight of you trying to keep your twitching under control even though you're still cumming around him and teetering on overstimulation so he can fully savor his own high. "The most perfect angel girl ever. I love you so fucking much."

Your head is light and Sunghoon's words reach you as if in slow motion, muffled by your own blood buzzing in your ears. You're completely drenched, and the bedding underneath you is too, but neither of you can bring yourselves to care. The slide is not painful anymore, and everything feels so warm and slippery, you never want it to end.

The image of Sunghoon still grinding and fucking his cock into you, his pace now reduced to a desperate mess and nowhere near as precise as it was, clears up slowly as your ears stop ringing, but your pleasure never does. You don't know if you're still cumming or if Sunghoon fucking you just feels this good you can't tell the difference, but you feel like you're on cloud nine and lighter than you've ever been.

Sunghoon's torso is completely glistening, and you feel some of that slick coat your skin too when he bends your legs into you, folding you against the bed and hitting even deeper inside you.

You're a moaning mess as he pistons his dick inside your heat, dragging perfectly against your gummy walls. You look down and see a bulge poke your lower tummy with each deep stroke of his. The sight alone is enough to have you on the edge again, but it feels different this time, like you cannot possibly contain what's about to happen.

"Hoon—"

"Shh," he silences you, hair a sweaty mess and dripping all over your figure. The squelching sounds of his skin slapping against yours, connected by white strips of slick on both of your thighs get even louder when his pace gets faster, the hand that played with your clit suddenly pushing down on the bulging of your stomach. "Give it all to me, soak my fucking dick—fuck, I'm gonna cum baby, gonna cum so deep inside you."

You cannot stop the dam from breaking, juices shooting out of you so suddenly you're taken aback too, coating his entire lower abdomen in it. Your cunt throbs around him so hard, almost like it's trying to push his cock out of you. You can't think of anything, cannot fathom anything that's not Sunghoon, and his perfect cock, and how good you feel, going completely limp on the bed.

He moans louder than you at the sight of your wetness drenching the bed and his cock. "Fuck, take it all baby. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm—"

His hips stutter one final time against you, burying his cock deep inside you and shooting his seed in multiple thick spurts as deep as he possibly can, filling you up perfectly. He dips down to catch your mouth in a messy kiss, panting into your mouth even as you two are still both trying to catch your breath from your orgasms, but your lips on his are all the oxygen he needs.

"I love you," you whisper into the kiss, your words finally having found the way out of your throat again.

Sunghoon hums, his body weakened and tired but still hovering above you instead of slumping on you. "I love you more." He gives you a sweet peck like he wasn't just putting you through the matters moments ago. "You were perfect, baby. Did so amazing." He lets his body go beside you on the bed, dragging you between his arms and grimacing when the wet mess you made on the covers touches the back of his body. "A rag won't be enough."

You smile, weak but content. "And who's fault is that?"

Sunghoon pretends to think about it, but from the look on his face you can tell the answer is ready on his tongue. "I think it might be yours for being too hot I couldn't help myself."

You swat your hand on his chest, but there's no force behind the gesture.

"Aaand for making me jealous."

A groan leaves your lips, your arms coming up to cover your face. "How am i gonna ever face Jay again after this."

Sunghoon's chest vibrates against your skin. "You'll think about that after I clean you up."

You make a low noise of complaint, rolling over to push yourself on top of your boyfriend's body, hands resting on his toned chest as you reach for his huge cock and slowly sink yourself onto it, head thrown back in pleasure even if it's not fully hard anymore. Sunghoon's breath catches in his throat as he watches you lower yourself against him again, your head finding refuge on his shoulder. "Later."

You stay like that for a while, breaths slowly synchronizing in the peaceful quiet, Sunghoon's cock comfortably nested in your heat while his fingers lazily ghost over the entire expanse of your back. You could fall asleep at any moment, but you raise your head one more time to look at your boyfriend, his half lidded eyes meeting yours instantly. "You did not strike me as the type of guy to edge himself that much."

"Just go to sleep."

BONUS

You roll over to tentatively search Sunghoon's bedside table, ignoring the sound of the lube bottle hitting the floor, until the cold screen of your phone meets your spread hand.

Sunghoon is snoring lightly behind you, his nose nuzzled against your nape, and you hope to not wake him up as you unlock your phone. You recoil when the light that feels like a million suns momentarily blinds you, but even that is not enough to discourage you from completing the life-or-death task ahead of you.

You open up messages—promptly ignoring Jay's "never do this shit again. you two are nasty."— and click on Jungwon's chat, not wasting time to watch the several unloaded video files sitting in it (you can easily recognize the blonde silhouette of Jake's hair in half of them, so you're free to assume it's nothing of particular importance anyway) to type a quick text.

05:34 AM. You: mission accomplished ;p (cancel the hiking thing we planned for next week unless you carry me yourself. your girl can't walk)

Shockingly enough, he replies within the minute.

05:35 AM. twin: you shameless being (a whole week is crazy)

05:37 AM. twin: whatever, but I'm dragging you out for brunch so you figure out your means of transportation yourself. we need to catch up

05:38 AM. You: crazy night for both of us i assume

05:38 AM. twin: oh you have no idea

[sweeheeheehee]

first time? ⭑ heeseung

| in which.. heeseung, the known player, discovers his interest in the girl in the back of his english class..

| playboy!heeseung x virgin!reader ₊ highschool au ₊ reader is a inexperienced loser ₊ smut warnings: dom!heeseung oral (fem. receive) tongue fucking fingering virginity loss p in v rough sex unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it) petnames multiple oragasms cumming inside heeseung is pussy drunk for a second dumbification creampie breeding kink dirty talk lots of kissing

| i didn’t bother to proofread this cause i got lazy so if it’s bad then eat my ass but lmk if you guys would like an aftermath cause honestly i would LOVE to write one!! enjoy!

You don’t have any experience with boys. You’ve never even had your first kiss, haven’t even held a guys hand before. You can’t talk to anyone opposite gender without buffering and literally running away.

Exactly what you are is considered lame. a virgin.

What can you do? you can’t help but be a nervous wreck whenever you’re approached by a guy!

So what makes your english teacher think assigning YOU and lee heeseung, the schools most known playboy, on a project together would be a good idea?

You’ve heard things about him from girls he’s hooked up with. You heard a girl say he “fucked her so good she passed out” you wondered if that could actually happen..

“Mr. smith out of all the students in the class, you chose to partner me with heeseung? we are complete opposites!” You complained, in hopes of getting a partner change.

“Yn, heeseung needs this! he’s almost failing my class and you’re the top student! i need you to help him boost his grade because i cannot have him failing this class!” you let out a heavy sigh as your teacher picked up his bag and left the classroom, leaving you alone.

You’re so fucked. Working with heeseung would mean distraction and distraction means no work, excluding the fact you could barely look him in the eye.

“Fuck..” You huffed.

“What’s got you in a tangle hm?”

A very familiar voice sounded from the doorway. “What are you doing in here alone anyway?” heeseung asks, stepping into the classroom.

You turn to him, your eyes widened from his surprise attack, “Uh-“ “Aren’t we partners on this english project thingy? Good, i need a good grade in this class or i’ll fail”

Heeseung eyed you, examining your every move. Every little twitch of your finger, when you bit your lip softly, the way you blinked excessively when his eyes met yours. Heeseung waited for a response while you just stared at him nervously.

Another beat of silence passes and heeseung looks away with a “tsk”.

“Good talk! uh anyway we can start working tomorrow night at my place just come anytime after five” heeseung says as he gives you a piece of paper with his address on it. “see ya later cutie”

“cutie” ??? he found you cute even though you barely even made a peep while he was talking to you..

oh you’re so definitely fucked.

The project actually didn’t seem too hard, you could do this by yourself but mr. smith just had to put everyone in pairs. Why did it have to be you to boost his grade up anyway? There were plenty of other students who were more than willing to tutor heeseung.

You shouldn’t be the one responsible for his grade, it was his fault he didn’t try to pay attention in class nor do his work. And plus heeseung wasn’t going to help you do the assignment! All he’s gonna do is sit back on his phone while you do his part.

He won’t even learn anything and the teacher knew this so why did he partner you up? You don’t know.

You paced back and forth in your room debating if you should show up early or late. You didn’t even want to go but mr. smith gave you such little time to complete this assignment.

You must’ve taken too long overthinking because the next moment you glanced at the clock it was 7. Great, now you’re gonna show up to his house late late amazing!

You quickly grabbed your keys along with your school bag and shoved the piece of paper into your pocket, running out the door alerting your roommate you’ll be back. You punched his address into the gps and started to make your way there.

On the road, you hoped you didn’t make a fool of yourself, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of heeseung because he’s the type to tell his friends about it.

Gosh, you couldn’t be anymore unlucky, you’re seriously dreading meeting up with heeseung in private. Your stomach felt uneasy due to the nervousness building up, who knew heeseung would make you feel this way?

Why didn’t you say “no” to meeting up? Gosh you’re so stupid. Okay, you seriously need to calm down it’s just one meet up! It can’t be that bad.. right..?

It was about 7:15 by the time you finally arrived at his house. Taking deep breaths, you gathered all the courage you had and made your way to his front door.

With a sigh, you knocked once, twice, should you knock a third time? Would that seem desperate? Yea that’s definitely too much. But he hasn’t answered the door yet? Maybe you should knock ag-

Before you could finish your thought, the door swung open revealing heeseung. He had on grey sweatpants that hung loosely off his hips along with a baggy white tee. He looked good.

“Took you long enough! was starting to think you weren’t gonna show” Heeseung says with a grin as he looked at you like you were his lunch. “Uh yeah sorry i uhm lost track of time! haha..” Heeseung lets out a breathy laugh and moves aside to let you in.

“My roommates are out of town for a little while so we can work in my room” “oh okay..” In his room? You really could just work in the living room.

You felt all the nerves as heeseung led you to his room. You tried to mentally calm yourself because you’re only here to work, nothing else. You do your roles for tonight and then you’re out of here.

Heeseung’s room was surprisingly clean, his bed was made, his collection of keyboards was organized in a particular way, and there were no clothes on the floor nor any food.

It smelt strongly of his cologne but it was oddly comforting.

He plopped down on his bed, quickly kicking his legs up and getting comfortable while you just stood at his door awkwardly.

“Don’t be a stranger baby,” heeseung says while patting the spot next to him.

You laugh nervously before walking towards him cautiously as if he were a dog about to snap any minute. He examined your every step, smirking.

You sit on the side of his bed with your back facing him and pulled out your laptop from your bag, “The sooner we start to work, the sooner we’re done! lets start”

He only lets out a quiet chuckle. It was so faint you barely heard it. But you did.

The assignment was something about historical figures, you two got assigned William Shakespeare and both of you had to study this and that about him.

You were too busy reading and typing away that you didn’t notice heeseung hadn’t been typing the whole time.

He was just.. sitting there and staring at you.

You could feel his eyes burning holes through the back of your head, his breathing heavy.

Your fingers came to a slow stop, “Uhm.. how’s your part going..?” You ask while slowly turning to him.

As soon as you turned to him, your eyes met and you felt your body go weak for a moment.

“This is boring. I don’t want to do this” heeseung whined like a child and pushed his laptop away from him.

“I- Uhm-“ You cleared your throat. “Well you have to do your part in order to get a good grade heeseung, you said you had to get a good grade or you’d fail..” Your voice came out weak and unsteady as you struggled to hold eye contact.

Heeseung only let out a groan and sat up, now face to face with you. “You know.. i have something more fun to do”

You knew exactly where this was leading, and you didn’t want to let it happen.

“Heeseung, we only have a few days to complete this assignment so please no foolish acts..”

With another breathy laugh he replied, “I promise to do my work if you let me show you how much fun we can have, hm princess?”

Your eyes slightly widened at the change of his tone your heart started to beat faster, “heeseung.. p-please.. let’s just get our work done..”

Your mouth was slightly ajar as you felt your eyes start to water from how nervous you were. Heeseung was slowly moving closer to you, his gaze switching from your eyes to your lips.

“Cmon princess, it’s not gonna be that bad.” He places his hand on your chin, his face now inches from yours.

When you don’t dismiss his suggestion, he takes that as a sign and finally leans in and presses his lips against yours.

Your eyes instinctively shut as his other hand went to hold your waist from behind. The position you two were in made it uncomfortable.

You were too much in shock to try to kiss back, you two just sat there with your lips connected.

He pulled away after a minute and looked into your eyes admirably. “so pretty”

Heeseung guided you to lay on your back so he was now in between your legs hovering above you.

He leaned back in and this time you kissed back. It was soft and careful, like you were something fragile.

His hand suddenly gripped your hip firmly, earning a tiny gasp from you, and heeseung took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

The assignment was long forgotten as the kiss grew deeper and needy.

His hand gripping your hip suddenly pulled you closer to his body, letting you feel his hard cock through his pants.

The sudden pressure caused you to whimper into his mouth as your hips involuntarily grind down on him again. 

He pulled away with a string of saliva stretching from your mouth to his.

“Slow down princess, i wanna taste you first” Heeseung speaks lowly before his lips attach to your neck, sucking and nibbling. Your hands tangle into his locs, the feeling of his hands and mouth on you becoming overwhelming.

One of his hands on your hips move to the bottom of your shirt, slowly pulling it up. “H-heeseung.. i’ve never done anything like this before..” You whisper out.

He pulled away just enough to look you in the eye, “I’ll take care of you pretty, just let me do the work.”

With that, he starts to pull your shirt over your head and you arch of the bed slightly to help him.

Once your shirt was off, he tossed your shirt somewhere on the ground as he admired your tits, “Fuck.. they’re perfect baby..” He whispered and leaned in to start kissing and sucking marks on the exposed skin.

Your hands that are in his hair slightly tug on the strands, causing him to groan.

His hand slides behind you to unclip your bra sending shivers down your spine. Your tits spill out as soon as he removes the restraint and again tossing it with your shirt.

He pulls back to get a good look at your chest, licking his lips “You’re fuckin’ perfect”

Heeseung dives back in and starts sucking on your nipple, the sensation causing waves of pleasure to course through you.

“Oh my… heeseung” You let out breathlessly, mindlessly arching up into his touch.

He hums in response and starts to slowly trail kisses down your torso, ending at the waistband of your pants.

This time he doesn’t wait for your consent, too eager to finally taste you.

In the blink of an eye, your pants end up on the floor with the rest of your clothes leaving you in your panties.

“Not fair.. why am i completely naked while you’re fully clothed” You complain.

Heeseung laughed and sat up on his knees to pull his shirt over his head. His body was carved deliciously, his abs were defined and his biceps were now fully revealed.

You had to bite your lip in order to contain a whimper threatening to spill as he leaned back down to face your clothed cunt.

He trailed kisses down your inner thighs getting oh-so close to where you so badly needed him only for him to trail his lips back up.

“Heeseung.. please” You pleaded, you were pretty sure he could feel and hear the throb of your pussy.

Heeseung smiled deviously as he bit down on your underwear and slowly tugged it off, making intense eye contact with you while he took his cruel time teasing you.

Now fully revealed to heeseung, you couldn’t help but feel shy and instinctively retract yours thighs back together but heeseung’s head stopped you.

He laughed lowly, “Don’t get all shy now baby” Heeseung mumbled and used his hands to pry your thighs open again.

You felt sensitive as the cold air hit your soaked cunt.

“Fuck..” heeseung whispered before diving in without warning eliciting a dragged out moan from you.

His bold licks caused your hands to fly to his hair once again, pulling harshly as he sucked on your clit just right. “nghh heeseung.. feels so- fuck- so so good”

Your grip on his hair increased when he moved his tongue lower and into your hole.

He slid his tongue in and out as his nose nudged your clit deliciously. You couldn’t contain the loud high-pitched moans that flooded out of you, thank goodness no one was home.

Heeseung’s grip on your thighs tightened as he pushed himself deeper into your pussy urging his wet muscle deeper into your hole as his shoulders pushed your legs off the mattress.

His eyebrows furrowed as he focused on delivering your pleasure, his hands spreading your legs even more.

You felt the pressure in your stomach building as you tugged on his hair again, “Hee.. you’re- ah- i’m s-sooo close!”

He only growled into your pussy, the vibration adding to the pleasure.

Not once did his pace falter as he brought you closer and closer to your breaking point. The lewd sounds of your slick with his saliva was borderline dirty.

Your moans and whimpers grew more high-pitched the closer you got. “mmm hee im gonna cu- oh!”

With one last tug at his strands your orgasm hit you like a truck and you finally came undone on his tongue heeseung helping you through your high.

His pace didn’t slow, he drank every last drop of your release and even pushed his face deeper if that was possible.

The overstimulation kicked in immediately after your high was over, you whined and squirmed and attempted to push heeseung off.

“Heeseung.. too much too sensitive” You say breathlessly.

His hands steadied your hips, “Stop moving.” Heeseung growled against your folds and made you take what he was giving you.

It wasn’t long until he had you coming undone again with a loud squeal. 

Again, he swallowed your release and gave your clit a kiss before crawling back up your body, his lips and chin glistening with your cum.

“taste so sweet” he murmured before he leaned in to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his lips.

You bucked your hips forward in a desperate attempt for some friction. “You sure you’re ready?” heeseung asked, his voice careful and steady.

You nod, your head clouded with lust and desire too far in to turn back now.

Heeseung grins slightly as he plunges two of his digits into your drenched hole. His eyes are focused on yours as he carefully examines each scrunch of your nose and every time your mouth falls open.

“Gotta stretch this pussy a bit if you wanna take my dick”

He scissored his fingers inside you making you a moaning mess.

Once he was satisfied, he pulled out his fingers and held them to your lips with a “open.” You parted your mouth open and sucked his fingers clean while he watched.

Heeseung went to take off his sweats along with his underwear finally letting his painful hard cock free.

It immediately sprung out hitting his stomach, the tip angry red and leaking with precum. You felt fear shoot through you at the size of it. That? was supposed to fit in you?

“Fuck. This might sting a little but just bare with me” Heeseung said as he held your hips still.

Heeseung slowly pushed the tip in, the stretch all too much but addicting in a way. “mm-”

Heeseung stopped with half his dick inside, allowing you to adjust. “ffffuck you’re tight” heeseung says as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

He stayed still for a while until you told him “you can move”

Heeseung’s restraint seemed to snap all within a second as he pushed fully in pulling a very loud moan from you. “Fuck i love the sounds you make” heeseung whispered in your ear.

Your legs felt weak from the penetration, the new feeling of the burning stretch felt surreal.

Heeseung started to move slowly but as his pace increased, so did your volume.

The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room mixed with your moans and his occasional grunts.

His hands squeezed your hips so hard you’re sure it would bruise. “feels so good- fuck” he muttered.

You heard his quiet moans in your ear which only turned you on further and your nails to dig into his back.

You weren’t aware of how loud you were until he said something about it, “Enjoying yourself that much huh princess?” the smile clear in his voice.

“Heeseung.. fuck!” You moaned.

The wet, lewd sounds were straight up filthy. You couldn’t believe you’re the source of the sounds.

Your mind grew even more clouded with each thrust and each creak of the frame, you were sure the neighbors hated you guys by now.

“Fuckkk i love this pussy” heeseung dragged out, his voice high. Your nails raked down heeseung’s back leaving painful scratches but he didn’t care.

Heeseung suddenly sat up on his knees, grabbed one of your legs that were around his waist and placed it over his shoulder.

When he started moving again he hit places so deep you didn’t know he could reach.

Now your mind was completely blank. you couldn’t process anything but moans as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “mmm yess! lovvee it!”

Heeseung laughed lowly, “You love it huh?” “yes!”

His tip kissed your cervix making your moans higher. Heeseung could tell you were close because of your tone.

“You close baby?” You couldn’t answer. You were too lost in the pleasure to acknowledge what he said, the band in your stomach tightening beyond belief. “Best pussy i’ve ever had fuckkk”

One of heeseung’s hands went down to rub your clit in circles adding to the pleasure. Everything heeseung said sounded like background noise, your mind was hazy and your vision was dotted with white.

“You still with me princess?” heeseung said between thrusts, you could only let out moans in response.

His nails dug into your flesh as his pace increased, his dick twitching inside of you signaling he was close. You were too.

“Gonna fill this pretty pussy full. you want that right princess?” heeseung spat at you, looking down at your fucked out look, your eyes rolling back.

His hand on your leg reached to grab your face, “answer me.”

“yes! want it all!” You replied.

“Good girl.” heeseung says with something you can’t place your finger on.

His hand let go of your face and returned to its original position on your leg as he now focused on chasing his high.

With a loud, high moan, your orgasm washed over you, soaking your thighs and his stomach.

Heeseung kept thrusting even after you came, creating a white ring at the base of his cock. With a moan of your name, his hips stilled as he buried his warm cum deep inside of you and collapsed on top of you.

You shivered at the feeling, your body going limp as you slowly came back to reality.

After another minute of silence, he slowly pulled out the mixture of your cum and his spilled out of you.

“How was that for your first time?” heeseung asks with a smug smile. “It was.. really good” You answered tiredly as your eyes grew heavy.

You felt heeseung get off the bed for a moment and when he returned he was cleaning you with a damp towel. He discarded it once he was done and guided you under the blankets.

“I know you’re tired, go to sleep” heeseung whispered in your ear.

The last thing you felt was his arms sliding around your waist and his chest pressing against your back before you drifted off to sleep.

Maybe Mr. Smith partnering you with heeseung wasn’t such a bad idea..

my debut fic 👅👅 yes im very aware of how many times he calls reader baby or princess shush.. bruh i legit couldn’t stop laughing while writing this i forgot writing smut made me laugh.

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae!! Hope you’re doing well💖 sooo last weekend, for the first time, I suffered a terrible migraine that landed me in the er (hated the idea but the iv meds on the other hand… lifesaver 🙏) although I’ll admit I was a nervous wreck (they had to call my bf in to help hehe) so I was wondering if you would be willing to write reader kinda going through the same thing with doc!remus, emt!marauders or fwb!doc Remus (loved the last fic you posted about it!!), whatever makes you the happiest!🤩 love you queen ✨🧡

I'm sorry about your migrane lovely! Ty for requesting

cw: hospital, reader is nervous about needles, vomit, nausea, migraine

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

The damp smell of paper is comforting, though the warmth of your own breath blowing back on your face makes your eye throb all the way to the back of your skull. You’re so focussed on not vomiting you don’t even realize the car has stopped moving. 

James rubs your back. “We’re here,” he says, voice considerately soft. It sends painful reverberations through your head anyway. 

A whimper slips out of you into your paper bag cavern. 

“Let me have that.” Sirius is being quiet, too, though the bag crinkles some when he takes it from you. Your seatbelt clicks off. “It’s okay, you’re not going to be sick. Come on, lovely.” 

You crack your eyes open. Every muscle in your face clenches instinctively at the barrage of sunlight. Sirius waits outside your car door with his hand held out. 

“I don’t want to,” you mumble. Not exactly eloquent, but apt enough. 

Sirius’ mouth pinches with sympathy. “I know. It’s gonna be shit at first, but it’ll be good for you in the end, alright?” 

You hesitate. It’s difficult to think past the pulsing ache in your face and temples, past the taste of bile on your tongue. You know that it’s not your boyfriends’ first time dealing with a migraine, and they probably have a good sense of what warrants medical attention, but you feel strongly that staying where things can be still and quiet is the far superior option. 

“Trust us,” James murmurs. 

You take Sirius’ hand. He helps ease you out of the car, James hovering behind you, and delivers you straight to Remus’ arms. Remus holds you against him like you might crumple without the support. It’s a founded fear. 

“Want to try these?” he asks, transferring a couple of rubber earplugs into your palm. “Might help a bit.” 

You hum your thanks, pressing them in. You walk into A&E with Remus and James on each side of you and Sirius taking up the rear like they can shield you from it all. 

Sirius is right. It’s fucking shit. 

The earplugs do something, perhaps, but not much to deaden the noise of the emergency department. Voices overlapping, machines beeping, some baby somewhere wailing its head off. Anxiety sits in the air like a thick mist, and the low buzzing of the fluorescent lights amplifies it all. 

Your nausea surges. “Bag,” you mumble, but in this environment you’re too quiet for anyone to hear. 

You clamp your jaw shut and try to breathe evenly as Remus walks with you tucked close to his side. Eventually, you squeeze your eyes shut, letting him guide you the rest of the way into a small, curtained-off room. 

“Bag,” you try again. James hands it to you—Sirius seems to have peeled off at some point, you don’t know when—just in time for you to bend over, retching. 

“Oh, my love.” Remus gathers a few flyaways back from your face. One of your earplugs falls out. James grips the side of your bag, too, making sure you don’t drop it. “You’re alright, let it out. We’re done going anyplace.” 

Your temples feel like they’re bulging the whole time you’re emptying your stomach into the paper bag, but eventually you’re finished. James ties it off and drops it in a wastebin. 

“Come here,” he coaxes, helping you up onto the table. You tent your legs in front of you, pushing the aching side of your face into your knee. It helps, strangely. James kisses your shoulder. “That’s it. No more moving, I promise.” 

“Alright, we’re all registered,” Sirius announces as the curtain pulls open. You must flinch visibly, because he lowers his volume, Remus’ hand landing between your shoulders. “I’ve filled out your forms—in fucking record time, if I do say so myself—so we’re all set to get you started on some meds, gorgeous. Where’s the—did we throw up again?” 

“Yeah.” You can hear the grimace in James’ voice. “Can we get another bag? Just in case…” 

“I don’t think I have anything left,” you admit. 

“Okay,” Sirius says smoothly. Remus has begun massaging the taut muscles of your neck, your boyfriends’ combined caring wrapping around you like an embrace. “That’s alright, we’ve got you. Let’s have some medicine, yeah?” 

There’s a good amount of shuffling around. Remus’ hand stays on your nape, but you hear equipment being moved, something crinkling and something else squeaking. When you eventually risk opening your eyes again, Sirius and James are nearly done setting up and you find you haven’t completely emptied your stomach, after all. 

“No,” you moan. 

James blinks up at you. “Angel, this is going to help.” 

“I don’t want an IV,” you say. Pleading, but already your sinuses are throbbing with defeat. 

“You can’t have anything oral if you’re going to throw it up.” Sirius looks you in the eyes. His gaze is steady, if not a tiny bit pitying. “It’s going to make you feel better, I swear.” 

“It’s going to hurt.” You start to cry. You’re already dealing with enough hurt. Between the bright lights, and all the noise, and your eye socket feeling like someone is trying to hammer an ice pick through it, you really feel like anything more could do you in. You don’t think you can take it. 

“It only hurts for a second.” James is pleading now, too. He gets up on the table with you, maneuvering himself until you’re sitting between his legs, the warmth of his body wrapped around you. Remus continues soothing the pain at the base of your skull. “Trust us, sweetheart, please. We wouldn’t have put you through all this if we didn’t think we’d be able to help.” 

“Sirius is good at this,” Remus murmurs. “Let him.” 

You sniff, throbbing and nauseous and overwhelmed, but hold out your arm. Sirius presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist. 

“We’re gonna take care of you,” he promises, wiping the crook of your elbow. “Close your eyes, baby.” 

You push your face into your knee again and let Remus’ gentle fingers ease the tension in you. Between his hand on your neck, James’ arms wrapped around your shoulders, and Sirius probing at the inside of your arm, all the contact should worsen your sensory overload, but your boyfriends’ touches ground you. Remus shushes you gently when the needle pricks your skin, though you don’t make a sound. 

“There we are,” Sirius murmurs, still messing with your arm. “Doing so good, almost done. And…that’s it.” 

He flattens a piece of tape with his thumbs. When he pulls your fingers to his mouth for a kiss, you squeeze his hand. 

“Thanks,” you mumble. 

“Anytime, sweetness.” 

“You are good at that.” 

Sirius laughs, trying to quiet himself halfway through. “Well, I am a professional. Did no one mention that?” 

You hum weakly. 

James sets his lips to your shoulder. “You did good, angel. The medicine should kick in soon, okay? Just bear with us a little while longer.” 

You lean into him in thanks, and you wait. You all wait, practically unmoving, you tense with pain and your boyfriends tense with their own torment. You’re the quietest stall in the hospital. 

The meds don’t work all at once. It’s a slow, seeping sort of relief, and you don’t even fully register it until you notice that you’re not pressing your face into your knee as harshly. You don’t feel the need to create your own ache to supersede the one already there. The taut muscles at the base of your skull aren’t so taut anymore. 

You let out a breath. 

“Yeah?” Remus murmurs. 

“Yeah.” 

James plants a happy kiss on your shoulder. “How is it?” he asks. “Scale of one to ten.” 

“I think…probably a seven? But it was a nine before.” 

“That’s good, sweetheart.” You can hear the smile in his voice without raising your head. “It should keep feeling better.” 

You take another full breath. It feels good to do it without worrying you’re going to trigger your nausea again. 

“Want to try laying down?” Sirius asks softly. 

You nod, letting yourself list to the side. James helps you down the rest of the way. Sirius has pulled up a stool to the side of your little cot. He presses his thumb and forefinger to the top of your nose, just under your brow bone, and pushes gently. Something almost like a whimper escapes you. 

“Okay?” he asks. 

“Yeah. Feels good.” 

“It’s because his hands are so freezing,” Remus teases. You think you hear the soft sound of a kiss landing on Sirius’ cheek, but Sirius’ hand never falters. He slowly works his way upward, drilling little circles in the center of your forehead before setting his thumbs to both of your temples. You feel the wound-tight knot of your head softening and unspooling. 

“Think you might be able to go to sleep?” Remus hums after a while. 

“I don’t know if I can help it,” you reply. You’ve been weathering this for days, the pain relentless and taxing. You’re exhausted. 

“That’s good, lovely. Get some rest.” 

“Will you…” 

“Yeah. We’ll be here.”

[breakmeoff]

Things You Do For Love

featuring: kim seungmin x fem!reader warnings: swearing, discussions of safe words, in front of a mirror. SMUT: oral (m receiving), pegging (m receiving). MDNI, 18+ only* word count: 2.6k synopsis: when you first broached the topic of pegging him, seungmin nearly laughed in your face. but he had always had a difficult time saying no to you. so, to surprise you on your anniversary trip, he brings you a new toy to try out. and he doesn't hate it. note: welp. this happened. 😂 this is part of the Larie's Libations 200 Followers Celebration. this was a request by my cheeky anon reader 🐙, whose selection is listed below. this is my last entry for the event, and @angel-writes-skz-here has a couple more, but i have been saving this one for last cuz i wanted to go out with a bang - no pun intended (poor minnie's booty) 😂 thank you for reading! LARIE'S LIBATIONS - Citrus on the Beach [Whiskey] — Kim Seungmin [Orange Juice] — Vacation [Citrus Rind] — Kink (Pegging) Masterlist

You and Seungmin had been together for almost two years - though he’s adamant that the first 9 months don’t count.  You weren’t committed at that point, verbally anyway.  Neither of you had even attempted to be interested in anyone else during that time, but he hadn’t gotten the nerve to actually ask you to make it official before then.

Despite all of that, you had finally convinced him to take you on vacation during one of his breaks.  It was the first time you two would be going away together, even though you practically lived together, spending most nights either at his dorm or in the quiet privacy of your apartment.

More often than not, Seungmin begged (unnecessarily) to stay with you at yours, so he wouldn’t have to pretend to be on his best behavior in front of anyone else.  He’d long since given up the pretense of not being entirely himself with you, and he’d happily let himself become at ease with you. 

The vulnerability had provided the opportunity for you both to connect emotionally and physically with no barriers or nervousness.  There was no (true) judgement with anything, though he’d still tease you relentlessly if he felt like it - it was practically his love language afterall.

Which was why when you first brought up the idea of pegging him, he deadpanned at you and said “absofuckinglutely not.”  You whimpered and whined, begging him to at least be open minded about it.  He tried to walk away from you but you kept following him, teasingly trying to tell him all of the benefits of it.  “But Minnie, it could feel so good!” “If it feels so good then you go peg yourself,” he retorted. “So many guys say it feels good!  Something about prostate stimulation…” “I get plenty of stimulation outside of my prostate, thanks.” “It doesn’t mean you're gay if you like it either…” you tried, still close on his heel. He stopped still, you bumping into his back.  “Oh, definitely not doing it now.  Never even considered that!” “Ugh, Minnie…” you whined, placing your forehead on his back, and then you got an idea.  Running your fingertips up his spine teasingly, your tune of voice became sugary sweet, and typically could make Seungmin’s knees buckle enough to give you anything you wanted.  “What if it’s what I want for my anniversary present from you?” “Nope, nice try.”  He walked away from you, but still close enough to hear you giving one last ditch effort.  “I’ll think about letting you do it to me!” He paused, the wheels turning in his head momentarily, considering your proposition.  “Nah, I’m good.  Thanks though.  Bye now!”  He said, waving his hand behind him as he walked out your front door. You stood there, pouting, crossing your arms as you watched him walk out.  A second later, the door opened just a crack and you heard him say “Still love you, freak,” before he shut the door again.

Fast forward a month later, and you had just checked into your oceanside rented bungalow for the week.  With both of the glass French doors opened wide and the cool sea breeze rolling in, you stepped out onto the deck and inhaled deeply, breathing in the salty ocean air appreciatively.  

Seungmin dropped his duffle bag onto the king sized bed, glancing over to you as you just lit up with the change in atmosphere.  He couldn’t help but smile at you, you were perfect in his eyes, and he’d do just about anything to make you happy.

“I’m gonna go walk on the beach a little, do you want to come with me?”  You asked, turning to face him before you kicked off your sneakers, and pulled off your socks.

“Uhh, you go on ahead first.  I want to unpack a little bit and then I’ll come meet you,” he replied, resting his hand on top of his luggage.  

“Sounds good,” you said, walking over to lean up and kiss him on the cheek before you turned around and bounded down the weather-worn wooden staircase to the sand just outside.

Once you were far enough away, he exhaled deeply, turning towards his bag.  Unzipping it slowly, he reached in and pulled out the brand new strap-on. 

Holding it up in his hand, examining it for the umpteenth time, he put it down on top of the comforter and placed the cheesy, cheap self-adhesive bow on one of the straps.  “She’s lucky I love her,” he mumbled, shaking his head at himself.  

Not even attempting to unpack anything else out of his bag, he tossed it down on the floor in a random corner and then shortly followed you down to the beach.

Later that evening, after you’d both come back from meandering the quiet beach outside and having found a hole-in-the-wall restaurant within walking distance for a light dinner and a few glasses of soju each, you stumbled back into the bungalow, giggling with each other. 

“I am not drunk!” you insisted, lightly pushing his chest.  Catching your hand, he pulled you against him with a smirk, glancing down at you before he poked one of your cheeks.  “Oh yeah, then why you all red, huh?”

“I am not red,” you pouted, trying to pull your arm away from him limply.  

“Okay, Ms. Tomato,” he mused dryly, that ever-present cocky expression all over his face.  “It’s ok though,” tugging you closer to him, he wrapped his arms loosely around your waist and tilted his head down to yours.  “...I happen to like tomatoes.”

Looking up into his soft brown eyes, you poked him in the ribs gently, causing him to flinch and laugh before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.  “Jerk.”

Seungmin leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft, chaste kiss.  “But I’m your jerk.”  Another small kiss.  “Happy Anniversary, Jagi.”

Against his lips, you mumbled back with a smile.  “Happy Anniversary.”

With a pause, a groan, and lifting his head to press a soft kiss to your forehead, he muttered.  “...there’s a present for you on the bed.”

“What!  Really?”  You asked, immediately pushing back from him with an elated look on your face.  Turning around on the ball of your foot, you excitedly jogged over to the bedroom and opened the door.  Taking one step inside, you froze, bringing a hand to your mouth in shock.  Seungmin glacially followed you, his eyes fixed on the flooring below.

“...you’re serious?”  Turning your head over your shoulder to look back up at him.  “Like… I mean… are you sure?”

Seungmin nodded his head once.  “If it really means that much to you then we can try it… but I get an immediate veto if I want to stop at any point.”  

Spinning around to face him again, you nodded your head quickly, wanting to make sure he was comfortable with anything.  “Absolutely.  We can stop at any point.  And… and we’ll have a safe word.  Like…” your eyes absently wandered around the room, trying to come up with a benign code.

“Pineapple.”  

You looked back up at him with a crooked smile.  “Pineapple it is.”

Shortly thereafter, both of you had shed your clothes and Seungmin was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, eyes closed with his hand loosely tangled in your hair as you had made yourself comfortable on the bed between his knees.  Your lips, already slick with spit and his precum, were wrapped tightly around his dick, pink, hard and veiny.

Neither of you were rushing anything, wanting to take your time with every touch, and appreciate each other in the privacy this vacation was providing.  One of your hands was gently toying with his balls, while the other inched up his torso, trailing your fingertips down his chest and tummy, causing him to shiver lightly under your touch.

“God, you feel so good.”  He whispered, opening his eyes to look down at you, bobbing your head up and down his shaft leisurely.  Brushing some of your hair out of your face, he caressed your hollowed cheek gently, moaning quietly when you took more of him into your mouth, so deep now that the tip of your nose brushed against his pelvis.  “Shit…”

Once you pulled back almost all the way off again, he spoke softly.  “I think I’m ready…” Seungmin’s eyes looked down to yours, pupils blown wide and breath labored, knowing if he let you keep going he would likely cum soon.

Licking your lips, you placed both palms on his thighs and nodded.  “You sure?”

“Yeah… yeah.  Before I change my mind.”  He smirked, motioning you to do what you needed to prepare.  

A few minutes later, you had laid a towel down on the bed, wanting to make sure not to make a mess on the rental’s comforter, and clumsily slipped on the strap-on over your hips.  Making the adjustments with the straps to make sure it was secure, you looked up to Seungmin who was cautiously kneeling on the towel.  “How you make that look hot too, I don’t fucking know.”

With a devilish grin, you crawled back onto the bed behind him.  “At least you still think I’m hot.”  A calming hand went to rest on his backside, and you lightly pressed your palm firmly on the small of his back, guiding him down onto all fours. 

“Don’t forget, we can stop any time you want.”  Lifting your gaze, you looked across the room to the floor length mirror conveniently facing the bed, only to notice that Seungmin had also lifted his head enough to look back at you through the reflective glass. 

Reaching over for the bottle of lube he had so wisely brought with him, you flipped open the cap and put a generous amount on your fingertips before bringing them to his tight hole, lubricating it carefully.  Dropping his head back down to the bed below, he flexed his fingers, the anticipation of how foreign this was going to be making him nervous.  Though, despite his intrusive thoughts, his cock was still rock hard.

“Gonna start small,” you said quietly, slowly pushing the tip of your index finger past his puckered entrance.  Seungmin bit his lower lip, but remained quiet, trying to breathe through the first sensations.  Hearing no resistance, you slowly pushed your finger in further, past the second knuckle, pausing occasionally just in case he asked you to stop.  But, all you heard was a soft hum. 

“You ok?”

“Yeah… it’s, it’s ok.”  He paused, not moving from the position he was currently in.  With his acquiescence, you slowly drug your finger out of him, just to push back in carefully.  A deep exhalation came from your boyfriend, and you felt him relax beneath your touch.  With a reassured closed lip smile, you looked into the mirror for his expression though his head was still down, eyes pinched shut.  

Pulling your finger completely out, you reached for the lube again and coated the entire length of the fake cock before adding another cold dollop to his asshole once again.  Shifting your weight on your knees, you placed one hand on his hip and aligned the tip of the dildo against his hole, leaning forward just enough to let him feel the pressure of the head.  “Don’t forget you can use the safeword, Baby.”

Nodding his head a few times, his fingers dug into the bedding below.  “Go ahead, just be slow while I adjust.”  

And then, you pushed the head of the cock against his rim and let it breach his entrance slowly.  As soon as you saw the tip disappear inside of him, Seungmin moaned out hesitantly with the intrusion.  “Ah-ah… it’s, holy crap.”  Cautiously, you placed your other hand on his opposite hip and began sinking into him even further.  “Fuck fuck… oh my God.”

“Minnie…” you asked quietly, watching him lift his head to look at you through the mirror in front of him.  “S’ok, s’ok… feels, feels full.  I’m ok.”  He nodded reassuringly, his lips parted.  With constant eye contact, you kept pushing the fake cock inside your boyfriend until it was almost fully seated inside.  Stilling there, you could feel all of his muscles tensing, adjusting to the foreign feeling.  

“How does it feel?”  Your hands ran soothingly over his hips and ass cheeks, trying to ease his muscles that were obviously tight all over.  “You’ve done so well so far, Min…”

“It… it doesn’t hurt, just feels… different.”

“...do you want me to continue?”

He only replied with a small nod of his head.  With your fingers back on his hips, you slowly pulled the dick out of his puckered hole, and Seungmin sighed with relief as it left his body.  Though, when you began pushing back inside, he moaned. 

Taking a deep breath, he relaxed slightly before you, and you felt encouraged to increase the pace.  Steadily rolling your hips, fucking the fake cock in and out of his ass, Min’s own cock twitched with the sensation and he started to feel good.  

“More…” he exhaled.

Checking in with him, you repeated.  “More?”

“Yeah… go on with it.”

“Anything for you Baby.”  Smiling with relief finally, you exhaled your own held breath and started to pick up the pace, fucking the cock into him harder.  

“Shit, fuck… yes,” he moaned, dropping his head down as he closed his eyes and let himself be in the moment and feel everything.

“God Minnie, you look so good like this.  You’re doing so so well for me.”  Your hands went back to caressing the skin on his back and ass, before leaning over him a little to reach below him and wrap your hand loosely around his aching cock.  

The moment your warm palm touched his shaft, he cried out in a broken moan, quickly lifting his gaze to meet yours in the mirror once more.  “Oh fuck baby… keep doing that.  I’m… I’m gonna cum.”

Curling over him, your hips kept thrusting in and out of his tight hole, and you began placing soft open mouthed kisses down his spine.  Stroking his cock in just the way you knew he liked, he let out a filthy noise before his voice broke, a tear edging at his eyeline.  “I love you.  I love you.”  

“I love you too, Minnie.”  Your hand continued pumping his dick expertly, timing the rhythm of your hips with your hand, just enough to make him crack.  Dropping to his elbows, he placed his cheek down on the comforter below as he cried out another moan, and you felt his cock twitching in your hand, and soon spurts of thick, hot cum shot all over his stomach and the towel below.   

“You’re perfect, you did so good, so good…” you praised, slowing your hips to come to a stop as you felt his body finally slump, all of the tension released from him.  Pulling the strap-on completely out of him, he sighed heavily, and straightened his legs to fall flat onto the bed.

Standing up quickly, you removed the contraption from yourself and let it fall to the floor before you crawled back up onto the bed and curled your body around his form. 

Brushing his sweat-damp hair off of his forehead and out of his face, he turned to look at you with a look of confusion, love, and satisfaction.  “Well…?”  You asked cautiously, kissing his shoulder as you kept holding the eye contact with his sleepy, blinking eyes.

“Don’t get rid of it…” he whispered, barely audibly.  A wide smile crept over your face and you leaned closer to him to kiss his lips lingeringly.  Muffled against your mouth, his smartass couldn’t help but quip “the things you do for love.”

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[namguys]

Hiii can u make a nam gyu x reader

When u die in jump rope and he goes crazy

Or u did a suicidal attempt and overdose but u surive

Or any happy nam gyu x reader stories

Trying to overdose on Nam-Gyu’s drugs

yes, thank you for your suggestion, i love your ideas!! :)

THIS CONTAINS S3 SPOILERS !!

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synopsis: — After Nam-Gyu lost his necklace in the Hunter vs. Prey/Hide and Seek game, you found it and find the leftover pills in it. Sick of the games, you overdose on them - or, try to.

ft. — gn!reader x bf!nam-gyu

Trigger Warnings: mentions of Drug use, Suicide, softer nam-gyu, substance abuse, depression, violence (NOT GRAPHIC!!)

A/N: i spent like 20 minutes alone thinking of how i’m gonna write this since i didn’t expect someone to make a request so soon lol, hope you enjoy it!! ^^

I’LL ALSO MENTION THAT THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A FIC FOR SOMEONE AND I RARELY WRITE soft!Nam-Gyu SO ANY TIPS/CRITIC IS STRONGLY APPRECIATED!

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You didn’t know what was worse, the fact that your boyfriend, Nam-Gyu, had promised to “quickly” kill someone and then come find you to protect you, since you were on the blue team, or the fact that you feel like you’re going to collapse. You just got attacked; a nasty stab-wound in your left thigh. Limping, you try to find somewhere, *anywhere* to hide, or your boyfriend. Your mind was reeling, did he betray you after all? was he looking for you? did something happen to him? — your thoughts are interrupted when you trip over a corpse laying in an open doorway. "fuck!-" you curse out, stumbling on top of the man that was once on your side of the team, now on neither. As you try to get back up, you feel your hand landing on something. A necklace - no, Thanos’ necklace. The one Nam-Gyu wore ever since he died. You knew about the drugs, wondering why Nam-Gyu would leave it unattended. "Maybe it’s empty.." you think to yourself, picking it up to see if you’re right. However, when you open the necklace’s cross, you see *two more pills.* You suddenly felt an urge to take them, your mind telling you things like "You won’t get out alive anyway if this stuff kills you, you’re weak." or, "Just do it, you’d just be a burden on him anyway now that you’ve got this stab wound." Unable to think properly due to the pain, you grab the pills out of the necklace hastily, tossing it away like a discarded tool, before stuffing the pills into your mouth, chewing and swallowing them. You scramble to your feet, letting out a hiss of pain as you put your weight on your injured leg, just to collapse right back onto the ground. Just when the high was starting to kick in, you heard the speaker, a familiar female voice you’d now known all-too-well ringing through the maze of doors. *"Player 124 - Pass."* You were angry. it had taken him so long to kill someone? really? "Bastard…You promised you’d be quick, yeah, sure you were." You spat, more to yourself than to anyone else. You were starting to feel lightheaded, the drugs and loss of blood getting to you. That was it — You weren’t gonna fight. You’d die here anyway, right? Just as the light in your vision began to fade, your body starting to fall limply against the doorway, a familiar voice rang through the hallway, jerking you back awake. "Shit, honey, are you okay!? What’s wrong!?" It was definitely Nam-Gyu. As you weakly opened your eyes, looking up at him as he ran up to you, he immediately hugged you, tighter than ever before. He looked down at you, concerned, tears welling up in his eyes as he noticed your bleeding wound and those dilated, dull pupils of yours. "Darling…Oh, fuck…! What did you do?!" He was angry, that was for sure. But more at himself than you, knowing you wouldn’t have this wound nor those hazy eyes if he would’ve just found you faster. You felt tired, wanting to speak but your mouth refusing to open. You collapse against his chest, trying your best to form a coherent sentence, "I’m sorry, Nam-Gyu. I thought you’d-…" You broke off, too tired to continue speaking, meanwhile Nam-Gyu, on the other hand, nodded softly, even though you couldn’t see it. "It’s okay, love…I’m here, you can rest. I’ll take care of you, okay?" he muttered, trying to stay quiet. 5 more minutes until the game was over. You felt safe. You didn’t feel threatened by the fact that anyone could come and kill you, because he was there. He’d protect you. You nod into his chest, sinking into his lap. Your vision slowly turns black, the last few words you hear being "I’ll make sure you wake up."

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OKAY THAT’S IT FOR NOW, THATS A LOT OF WORDS

i know it’s not the best, i don’t write fanfics often but i really tried with this one. If you have any critic or suggestions for this i’m willing to take it so i can get better at writing! also if you wanna see a Part 2 to this then tell me because i definitely will make one if you liked this !

[shadycrowengineer]

I don't normally write commentary for the fics I read, but I will make an exception.

-This is my raw opinion after reading, if you don't like it, too bad. (I do care, please don't harass me about it. It is just something I want to talk about.)

-Also, probably will delete this in the morning. I'm writing this at 2am and I feel the need to be insufferable about the soup that's slipping around in the noggin

This series is honestly tragic. I've read a lot of fictions, and this series handles Dead Doves in a tasteful way. It really isn't like others that I have seen where it romanticizes and shows a very... "Rose colored glasses" version. This gets into the grit and rot that lies in these topics. Its difficult to write about certain topics as is, but to frame it in a way that still shows it in the deserving light and not in a romanticized way is a talent.

Now onto the Reader's role as the victim and how it is portrayed. Chefs kiss, no notes. Beautiful and Tragic.

It is so nice to see T.S. get his karma and to watch as R untangles themself from the strings that he had wrapped around them. I often find it difficult to read stories where our view point is that of the abused due to my own history, I wasn't abused by any means, but I was groomed in my younger years during a difficult time by people I thought I could trust. I have been taken advantage of by people older than me when I was just too young to understand what was happening. So to see a character go through something similar and feel things similar to myself is in some odd way validating.

Back to the note about untangling strings, the way things unravelled honestly made that moment of when they decided to leave so much more impactful. Them having second thoughts because they in some ways believe that there is still room for change in T.S. I mean the sheer amount of lovebombing (and yes, I would consider some of those moments, especially in Ch. 5, lovebombing.) from someone that was essentially supposed to play a guiding role in their life. I mean, Father is the wrong word, but for someone that just swooped in and took them, deceiving them kindness, and then once he knew he had her, started down the horrible path, THAT AS AN ADULT he should have never taken. The idea that, "well he's back to the way he was when I was younger, before he got addicted, " is so hugely hinted at through the entire chapter. Seeing them detach themselves from him more and more, and then the moment they catch their chance to leave, they suddenly wonder that maybe, just maybe, he is turning around and being better. Which of course outside reasoning makes them take the step to leave. Which is damn near exactly what happens in life.

I honestly believe most people deserve second chances, but in some cases, the crime committed doesn't warrant a second chance. In this case the crime committed could never be paid back.

Even though this is fiction, I can't help but relate to some of the things that R is put through. It portrays real life issues in a masterful way. I honestly enjoyed reading this. I loved how much thought was put into the character's relationships and how it correlates to the storyline. The story takes time to view how the events affect each character.

Anyways I am gonna cut this here. I don't expect anyone to read this before I remember to delete it.

Remember, this is just soup that I decided I had to spit out onto a post so I would quit thinking about it, it's not meant to be insightful, it's really just for me to talk about how I feel.

── STANDING NEXT TO YOU ; dazai osamu x fem!reader

synopsis ;

╰─▸ ❝ he is someone you should truly stay away from because every smile of his drips with danger, every laugh is coated with mystery and every touch has tragedy lingering yet that's the only thing you can't bring yourself to do -- staying away from him. especially when he seeks you out himself. ( 51.8k wc). ❞

warnings ;

╰─▸ racer!zai. age gap. dazai is twenty two while reader is barely in early twenties, nineteen to be exact. angst. romance. tragedy. illegal racing and illegal activities. port mafia is in here too. dazai has smoking addiction. drug addiction. toxic workplace. reader works at a club. sexual harassment. abuse. prostitution though it's mentioned lightly. uses of whore, slut etc in a derogatory way. pedophilic behaviour and pedophilia, rape, mentions of grooming.

sincerely.

01. i push up on this funk, give me miracles 5.5k wc

02. all night long we rock to this 9.07k wc

03. it's deeper then the pain 12.1k wc

04. something they can't take away 14.2k wc

05. standing next to you 10.6k wc

[cravinganotherworld]

Hiiii !! First time requesting ngl

I've wondered if you can write about Inho x reader, ofc, where the reader meets inho in the games, starting to feel attracted to him,sees him choking that guy in mingle game (he starts feeling smth for her since he entered the games disguised as young il), and like, Inho had to get out of the games and had to stage his death and now reader thinks he's dead, and when the reader gets to the final game of s3, she uses the same technique to choke a guy and kill him as Inho did, and he just watches her from the room with the vips and gets all excited, and after she wins the games the frontman wants to see her and reveals himself, ending in a make out sesion. Just if youre ok with writing this ofc (ik its a long request sorry 😭🙏🏼)

Hiii!! of course i love this idea!!. I'm going to write it as a series, that way i can add some emotion to it!

This is the first part, the second part will be up soon!

DANGEROUS INSPIRATION Part 1 - In-ho x fem! Reader (Squid games)

WARNINGS: Mention of death and dying

It was your fault you’re in here, no one else’s, I mean who chooses to take out a loan of 4.5 billion won anyway? Yet the thought of blaming anyone else, your parents, the loan sharks, even your siblings was better than accepting the truth. So here you are, faced with the choice. Leave or stay. Leave and face the harsh truths of reality and maybe lose a finger or two or stay. Stay and watch hundreds more die, putting yourself in the firing line as well just to win the prize money. Without another second of thought your hand slams down on the ‘O’ and you are handed a blue badge. Groans of defeat come from the ‘X’s but you didn’t care. You have to win that money…no matter what it takes.  One by one the remaining players took their turns, thankfully more choosing to stay than leave, until it came down to the last player. The vote was now tied so the future of the games relied on him and him alone. You watched him as he walked down the centre aisle, his movements concise and meaningful, and as his hand reached up to choose his vote you admired the veins that decorated it. His hand hovered over ‘X’ and your heart sank slightly, until he swiftly changed his mind to press ‘O’. You and the other ‘O’s cheered before retreating back to your bunks. Your mind raced back to red light green light and the man who saved you all, nobody believed him I mean who would? A crazy man shouting that there were people here to kill you playing a children’s game, then you each watched your fellow players fall one by one. Guess he wasn’t so crazy after all. Then, your mind wondered to the vote, the final vote to be more precise. He did something to you, his presence, it felt different…stronger, it stirred up feelings you had long suppressed. Suddenly a commotion starts to your right, two men. One saluting and the other in front of him, both of their sleeves rolled up. You shook your head deciding to pay them no notice, that was until you saw him…player 001. He looked even better in the light. He and a few others were walking up to the man who shouted during the previous game. Should you join them? Internally you battled with yourself, of course not wanting to make a fool of yourself until finally deciding to approach. As you get closer you overhear the conversation.

“The ones who chose umbrella must have been done for, right?”  Silence filled the air as player 001 let out a short laugh and stand up, his back brushing with your front startling him. He turned to face you and your cheeks flush.

“Oh, I’m sorry are you okay miss?” the rest of the group now turn to look at you. You nod gently.

“Yes sir, I’m sorry for eavesdropping…I just wanted to see if I could join you all?” you look towards player 456. He nods slowly, cautious of you. Player 001 gestures for you to take a seat alongside him.

“What is your name player 322?” you take a seat nodding graciously at player 001.

“My name is y/n, and yours sir?”

“Seong Gi-hun” As you all become acquainted you hadn’t realised the curious eyes of Player 001 on your back. You turn to him ripping him out of his gaze.

“What is your name sir?” you ask quietly, butterflies erupting in your stomach as he smiles softly at you.

“Young-il” he reaches his hand put to shake yours. You take his hand feeling the electricity flowing to your hand as you do, “It’s nice to meet you y/n” He turns your hand, placing a gentle kiss on it taking your breath away.

“Attention players, lights out will be in 30 minutes, please proceed to your assigned bunk, I will now repeat the instructions” As the voice repeats the instructions you tear your eyes away from Young-ils and stand, ready to walk towards your bunk. You turn towards Gi-Hun.

“Goodnight, sir, thank you for letting me join you” you bow your head respectfully and retreat to your bunk. As you lay looking at the bottom of the bunk above you, you couldn’t help the butterflies racing in your stomach. The feeling of Young-ils lips lingered on your hand and it took all of your strength not to bring it to your lips and kiss where he had. Thoughts of him infiltrated your mind all night, leading you into a very peaceful sleep.

You are awoken abruptly by the same music that awoke you yesterday.

“Dear players, the second game with begin shortly, please make your way to the game hall” You let out a shaky breath dreading the next game, you had no idea what you were walking into but either way you had to ensure you made it out. As you walk through the doors to the game hall you are greeted with two rainbow circles with 5 stations along the way. Behind you the doors close with a loud bang, and the announcement began.

“Welcome to todays game, the Six- legged pentathlon. You will get into groups of 5, each group will then have 5 minutes to complete a full circle, to do this you must play 5 games: Ddakji, biseokchigi, gonggi, paengi chigi(spinning top) and Jegi. A different person must complete each game. You now have 10 minutes to form a group” You look around hopelessly searching for at least 1 person to form a team with but to no avail. Suddenly you hear your name called from behind you. You turn around to see Gi-Hin calling you over to join their group. A smile of relief washes over your face and you rush to join them. Your team was now complete, and you each decided amongst you who would play which game, yours being Gonggi. Waiting was the hardest, watching each time either win or lose was taxing. Yet everyone seemed to come together and cheer each other on and for the faintest moment you forget where you were, until they didn’t cross the finish line of course. Soon enough the time came for your team to go, you all stood up and got buckled in ready at the line waiting for the starting gun. When the shot went off you all walk in sync to the first station, your mind all fuzzy as Young-Ils hand was wrapped around your waist. All was going well and both stations had been passed on the first turn, now it was your turn. You instruct everyone to get onto their knees so you can better reach the table and begin. Your heart was beating a million miles an hour, you didn’t want to mess up because if you mess up you condemn everyone else and that’s something you couldn’t do. Young-il could sense your nervousness. As you go to flip them onto the back of your hand you fail.

“No!” you cry out “fuck no!” you cry and rush to bring all the pieces together again to start over.

“Hey hey” you hear from beside you and look to your right. “We have time, you’re okay” Young-il speaks softly to you, you look at him unsure “I promise.” He sends a reassuring smile your way and you nod, turning back and starting again. The others could sense you rushing so they each whisper out ‘don’t rush’ and ‘it’s okay’. A cry of relief runs through the team as you complete the game. You move on, young-il was next. You watch as his face contorts and his arms flex as he ties the rope around the spinning top. His arm occasionally bumps with yours sending shivers through your body and as he takes his turn the spinning top falls. Silence falls upon the group.

“fuck” Young-Il whispers. You all look up at the time seeing 3 minutes left. Your heart jumps into your throat.

“It’s okay lets go and get it” Gi-Hun shouts. You all walk to get it and return to the line. Young-il tries again, failing once again, only this time throwing the spinning to behind you. Internally you groan and refuse to look at the timer knowing it will only make you more nervous. Once the group had retrieved it Young-il starts again.

“Hey” you whisper. He looks at you, his eyes easily something you could drown in. “Its okay, don’t stress, relax…we have time…I promise” he smiles softly at you and continues to tie the rope. This time he succeeds, and the group yell out in victory, quickly moving onto the final round. Jegi. Watching Gi-hun try to make each kick was stressful but nonetheless you counted with the rest of the group.

“1…2…3…4…” Gi-Hun kicks the Jegi too far out of reach for him to kick and your heart drops. You were done for. Suddenly you are dragged to the ground, falling on top of Young-il as he uses his other leg to help Gi-Hun kick the final kick.

“5! He got it”! everyone shouts. Young-Ils arm wrapped around your shoulder as you still lay on top of him, your eyes connected.

“Come on let’s go!!” Gi-Hun shouts as you race to cross the finish line. Both you and Young-Il leap up, walking in sync with the rest of the team crossing the line when the timer hit Zero. You drop to your knees in relief bringing down Young-il with you.

“Fuck” you whisper breathlessly, sweat dripping down your forehead as the guards unlock your ankle cuffs.

“Hey, we made it!” you look to your side and see Young-il leaning back on his hands.

“Thanks to you…if you hadn’t of got that last kick in, I fear we’d all be dead” he laughs at you

“Well, someone has to be the hero of the day, right?” you laugh and nudge his shoulder. After a few seconds he rises to his feet and offers you his hands, helping you get up. “Come on, we need to head back” you take his hand silently thanking him and return to the dorms, not realising your hands never parted.

[beomiracles]

Cracks knuckles I said I was gonna read this like a month ago, but here we are. Deadlines aren’t really my thing but i digress. 

First off all, the way you write, is so captivating. I would even go as far as calling it its own language. I could list hundreds of metaphors that you use throughout this ‘short’ introduction to what i can already tell is going to be a gutwrenching fic – and each metaphor hit just as hard. 

The beginning paragraphs are so important and they really set the mood for the entirety of the fic. It’s harsh and cruel, depicting a reality no child should ever have to endure. We’re first introduced to the MC/reader, whatever you wanna call her,, and i’m just like… she’s so esoteric, that’s probably the best way to describe her. She’s not made to be understood and you portray that so well with how people thus far have treated her. And the promise she makes to herself, to never be taken or broken. The way she’s so in tune with both herself and nature around her gives both her and the story in itself such a fairytale setting and feeling. It feels almost like a book i can pick up with a deep green or blue cover, with hand drawn pictures in the corners as you follow on her journey. 

And the cut to beomgyu?? I love that man so much im going to feel for him no matter the fic. Not being the king’s actual son is such a heavy burden on him because he feels as though no matter how hard he tries he can never compensate for being someone he wasn’t supposed to. It’s not the queen’s fault, nor is it his brother’s – but he’s allowed to feel a certain hollowness, even toward the people he should love. Still, i really love that you chose to go the opposite way when it comes to his brother, i love that he has love for him and vice versa. The mention of Kai coming into his room at night???? Do you know i have a glock.

Anyway, continuing on the fairytale theme – you really amplify this by building this chapter in 3s. Three nights of beomgyu coming outside to watch the reader, and it is not until the third night he is found out. I love the spellbound metaphors, in such a magical world they fit perfectly. And adding on even further to the reader’s esoteric persona is when beomgyu sees her and is immediately in awe. For someone grown up around things magical, HER magic is still something truly captivating, something foreign that pulls him in. 

Kai follows him on the third night, and it’s the first time we get a proper feel of his character. You’ve beautifully portrayed their differences — kai feels warm, like the sun, bright yet deep and bold colors. He’s confident, he speaks and acts like a prince because he feels in every part of himself that he is. Beomgyu is not, he’s quiet, blue and purple, the moon and not the sun, you even say it yourself “But then again, Kai had always been the gentler one, the one who wore his heart on his sleeve like a badge of honor. Beomgyu, with all his jagged edges and quiet ache, had never known how to offer such kindness so easily.” spectacular. Beomgyu doesn’t act and speak like a prince because he does not feel he is, him and kai are so similar but so different. — Even as they walk back, it’s kai who’s holding our hand, gently guiding us through the dark forest as beomgyu quietly observes, just like he has been for three nights. 

Now I don't want to get ahead of myself because there is still so much to learn about all of these characters, but right now it feels as though beomgyu and reader are similar, perhaps a little too similar. Whereas kai is this strong and almost dependent force. Kai is someone the reader can rely on, beomgyu is wary, their energies will likely bounce off of each other rather than blending together to create one. 

And as a biased bamtori i will always be rooting for him, not to mention that so far he’s been portrayed as somewhat of an outcast, never enough for anyone – perhaps not even for you. And that’s like what i crave in a fic between the love interests… BUT there’s so much we don’t know about kai, maybe he’s not what ha makes himself out to be, he feels pain too, i feel like there could be so much hidden under his gentleness and im like itching to know what it could be. 

Yeth anyways,, post the next part its been over a month

A FLOWER GROWN IN MOONLIGHT.... ( PT. 1 ) ; a perfect stranger

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pairings 𝜗𝜚 fae prince .ᐟ beomgyu ៹ moonskin .ᐟ reader , fae prince .ᐟ kai ៹ moonskin .ᐟ reader ᧁ ; fantasy ˒ fae ˒ smut ˒ series

warnings ⊹₊ ⋆ mentions of abuse toxic traditional ideologies mentions of death reader has long dark hair kinda stalker-ish vibes from beomgyu (he's just fascinated ok...)

synopsis ୨୧ In the twilight hush of the world, there are strange and wondrous things — shimmering beneath the silver moon, curling their fingers through the soft soil of reality. Like flowers that bloom from the skin of a girl with a secret garden in her veins, these marvels are born from the quiet ache of longing and the fierce defiance of wonder.

The forest swallowed her in a single, silent breath, as though the ancient trees themselves had conspired to hide her from the world’s ruthless gaze. She ran, feet slick with blood and dirt, each desperate stride echoing in the cathedral hush of moonlight and shadow. The night clung to her skin, damp and trembling, as if it too feared the fire and steel that had burned her past to ash. She had no name to call herself, no echo of who she had been to anchor her in the darkness; only the wild, unbroken rhythm of her heartbeat and the magic that bloomed in quiet defiance across her skin. 

She was but a girl of twelve or thirteen summers, and yet her world had already been reduced to a single thread of survival. She had seen the ruin of her family; the house that had once held laughter and warm bread now a silent grave of splintered wood and broken bodies. Their faces flickered behind her eyelids with every breath: her mother’s gentle hands turned still and cold, her father’s fierce laughter replaced by the rattle of dying breath. They had been her world, and now they were echoes, ghosts of warmth fading into the frost of memory. All because of the flowers she bore, the blossoms that stirred and unfurled with each racing beat of her heart. Flowers that were both curse and promise, beauty and burden, shimmering with a magic that the world had deemed too precious to be left unclaimed. The men who had come for her were strangers, eyes hard as iron, voices like the crack of breaking ice. She could not remember their faces, only the glint of cold steel and the smell of smoke as they tore her world apart. They had come for the gift that grew upon her skin, but she would not let them take her. She would not let them claim what was hers, what was a part of her soul. She watched as her mother and father begged for mercy, begged to be left alone. She had been an enigma to them but still loved the same as any other child was. A parents' love was unconditional no matter their faults. 

So she ran, deeper into the forest’s waiting arms, her breath ragged and sharp as winter air. Each footfall was a defiance of the darkness that stalked her, each stumble a vow she would not yield. 

The forest was alive around her; a symphony of ancient whispers and sighing leaves, the hush of roots burrowing deep into the earth. Branches reached for her like the gnarled hands of old spirits, tangling in her hair and tearing at her tunic, but she pressed on, driven by the wild thrum of fear and something older still, hope, perhaps, or the raw, unbreakable will to endure. The flowers on her skin pulsed with a soft glow, petals trembling as they opened to the night. Their perfume wove around her like a spell, the scent of summer rain and the promise of life in the midst of ruin. She ran until her legs gave way, until the night became a blur of tears and silver light, until the world narrowed to the raw ache of her lungs and the cold bite of the earth beneath her feet. She fell in a hollow where the moss was soft as a mother’s touch, the ground damp and cool against her fevered skin. Around her, the forest held its breath, and for a moment, she let the darkness cradle her, let the grief and terror spill from her in shivering gasps. She had no name, no home, no memory of safety left to her, but she had her breath, and the flowers that unfurled with every exhale. She had the pulse of life beneath her skin, a quiet rebellion in every bloom.

The petals glowed faintly in the darkness, delicate as moonlight, fragile as a child’s dream. They were her only inheritance, the only proof that she was still here, still breathing, still hers. She pressed her hands to the mossy earth, feeling the slow, steady heartbeat of the forest beneath her palms. In that moment, she made a promise, not to the memory of the family she had lost, nor to the kingdom that would never claim her. She promised herself, in the hush between heartbeats, that she would not be taken. That she would not be broken. That she would rise from the ruin, root herself in the quiet strength of the earth, and grow. And so she lay there, nameless and alone, while the forest wrapped its green heart around her, weaving her into its endless song of shadow and life. In the hush of ancient trees and the sigh of wind through hollow branches, she let herself rest; just for a breath, just for a heartbeat. Tomorrow, the world would hunt her still. But tonight, she was alive. And the flowers on her skin bloomed brighter than the stars above.

Beomgyu lay awake, staring at the vaulted ceiling of his bedchamber, where moonlight spilled in pale rivers through the glass. Sleep had fled from him, as it so often did, leaving him adrift in the quiet hours of the night. Outside, winter sang softly against the windows, snow falling in delicate flurries, each flake a fleeting marvel. He welcomed the cold that pressed against the ancient stones of Silvertheed, the way it crept into his bones and made him feel more alive. There was a purity to the cold, a sharpness that cut through the murk of dreams and memory. 

Unable to bear the restlessness any longer, Beomgyu rose from his bed and dressed in silence, his movements swift and sure. He slipped from his chamber with the stealth of a shadow, the marble halls of the palace echoing beneath his boots. Silvertheed was a kingdom of silver light and ancient enchantments, where the fae blood that ran in his veins sang to the moon and the stars. But tonight, the stone corridors felt too close, too heavy with secrets. He needed the breath of the forest, the hush of snow-laden branches to soothe the storm within him. He stepped into the cold with a sigh of relief, the winter air biting at his skin and turning his breath to mist. The forest at the palace’s edge was a cathedral of white and shadow, branches heavy with snow and moonlight pooling in icy hollows. Beomgyu walked slowly, savoring the hush of the night, the way the world seemed to pause in reverence for the quiet majesty of winter. His thoughts drifted like snowflakes, half-formed and shimmering, until he heard it; a sound that did not belong to the forest’s ancient hush. 

A song, soft and lilting, like the echo of a forgotten lullaby. It wove through the air, pulling at something deep in his chest, something that felt both fragile and unbreakable. Beomgyu stilled, his breath caught in his throat, and followed the sound through the hush of snow and the sigh of wind. There, in a small clearing where moonlight pooled like quicksilver, he saw you. A girl, no older than twenty summers, your hair dark as the midnight sky. You sat upon a fallen log, weaving flowers into your hair with a careful, almost reverent touch. The flowers glowed faintly in the moonlight, petals of lavender and rose, pale blue and the soft blush of dawn. But it was not the flowers themselves that held Beomgyu spellbound — it was the way they grew from your skin, each bloom unfurling in delicate wonder before you plucked it free and wove it into your braid. 

His breath stilled, the cold forgotten as he watched you. In Silvertheed, magic was woven into every stone and stream, but he had never seen anything like this. Your humming was soft, the notes unfamiliar yet haunting in their beauty, as if you sang to the forest itself and the forest bent to listen. you seemed a part of the night, your presence both fragile and eternal, as though you had stepped from a dream spun of moonlight and memory. Beomgyu pressed his back against the rough bark of a pine, heart pounding with wonder and something else; an ache he could not name. He watched your fingers move with delicate precision, each flower a promise of something unspoken, something ancient and aching. The snow fell around you, each flake a benediction, and you moved as if the world itself was a secret you alone could read. 

For a long moment, he simply watched, caught between the world he knew and the wonder of the girl before him. You were weaving flowers of your own skin, and he could not look away. The cold pressed closer, sharp as glass, but he welcomed it — it made the moment feel real, made him feel real. In that clearing of moonlight and snow, Beomgyu felt as though he had stepped beyond the edge of the world, into a story that had waited centuries to be told. He did not yet know your name, or what fate had led you here, but he knew this: he would remember this moment forever. The girl with flowers on her skin, humming to the night as if she had always belonged to it. 

Beomgyu lingered in the shadows, the snow beneath his boots a muffled echo of your soft, secret song. He watched you through the hush of ancient pines, heart caught in the quiet reverence of the night. Your voice, a low hum that seemed to draw the moon closer, drifted across the clearing in a language he did not know. You sat upon a fallen log, weaving flowers — no, not flowers, but pieces of yourself, into your dark hair, petals pale as dawnlight against the night’s dark silk. Each bloom you plucked from your skin was a quiet rebellion against the cold, a testament to the magic that pulsed beneath your breath. Beomgyu watched with the rapture of a child who has seen a miracle; each unfurling petal a spell, each sigh of wind a promise. He watched you until the night was no longer night, until the stars began to fade and the cold blue hush of dawn bled into the sky. The snow fell softer as the world began to wake, and he felt the pull of duty of the life he could not leave behind, gnawing at the edges of this stolen moment. He could not be caught here, a prince hidden among the roots and shadows, watching you like a pilgrim before an altar. 

With a final, lingering glance, he turned and slipped away, his cloak a whisper of darkness against the snow. You did not see him go, lost in your quiet ritual, your voice still weaving ancient secrets into the hush of the forest. The memory of your song clung to him like a heartbeat as he made his way back to Silvertheed, the cold burning against his skin, each breath a promise that he would return. And though the sun rose over the kingdom in a blaze of gold and winter fire, for Beomgyu, the world remained moonlit and trembling with the wonder of you; the girl who grew flowers from her skin and sang to the night as though it alone could understand.

The next night, sleep eluded Beomgyu once again, as if it were a fickle spirit dancing just beyond his grasp. He lay in the hush of his bedchamber, the cold seeping through the stones and into his bones. His mind was a restless sea, every thought a wave breaking against the memory of you; the girl who sang to the night and wove flowers from her skin as if she were born of the forest’s breath. All day he had carried the wonder of you like a fragile bloom, tucked close to his chest where no one could see. 

He rose at last, drawn again to the forest’s quiet promise. But before he could slip out into the snow, his thoughts turned inward, to the echoes of a past that still clung to him like winter’s frost. The memories of his childhood in Silvertheed’s halls were etched in the marrow of his bones, a tapestry of bruises and hollow silences. His father; the king in name and name only, had never looked upon him with anything but disdain. Beomgyu was not his son, not truly. He was a relic of the queen’s past, a living reminder of a love that had bloomed before the king’s shadow fell upon her. The king’s cruelty had been a quiet poison, administered in cold words and cold hands, each blow an echo of a truth Beomgyu had always known: that he did not belong. Yet in the darkness of those years, there was always Kai; his brother, his solace. Kai was the balm to every wound, the soft light in the kingdom’s cold embrace. Sweet and nurturing, Kai held his brother’s hand when the world grew too dark, his presence a soft murmur of safety in the night. 

Kai did not carry the king’s venom in his veins; he was all gentleness and soft-spoken wonder, a soul untainted by their father’s bitterness. He would sit with Beomgyu by the fireside, weaving stories from the smoke and the shadows, their laughter a quiet rebellion against the kingdom’s chill. It was not Kai’s fault that the king’s love was a blade turned inward, a wound that never healed. And Beomgyu, despite the ache of it all, loved his brother with a devotion that could not be broken. But tonight, as he slipped from his chamber and into the forest’s embrace, it was not his father’s cruelty that consumed his thoughts; it was you. The memory of your humming, the way your flowers bloomed in the cold, unfurling with the soft sigh of winter’s breath. The forest seemed to remember you, each tree a silent witness to the magic you carried in your skin. Beomgyu walked deeper into the hush of snow and moonlight, his breath a pale ghost in the night, his heart a restless flame.  

He did not know what he would find when he reached that clearing, only that he could not stay away. In the quiet ache of the night, with the stars as his only guide, Beomgyu let himself hope that he would see you again, that you would be there, humming to the cold and weaving your secret blooms beneath the gaze of the moon. This time, the forest was a cathedral of silence, the snow beneath Beomgyu’s boots a muffled prayer to the moon. Each step was a deliberate hush, a reverent pause in the symphony of winter. He felt the cold in his bones, but he welcomed it — it was a sharp, clarifying thing, a promise that he was awake and alive in this moment. The ache of the cold was nothing compared to the pull that guided him through the dark, a quiet gravity that led him back to you.

He followed the thread of your song, a gentle melody that wound through the pines like a silver river. The night itself seemed to lean in to listen, each branch heavy with snow, each shadow holding its breath. And then he saw you, the clearing opening up before him like a secret. You were a small, wild flame against the hush of winter, your dark hair a river of shadows that caught the light of the fire you had kindled. The pot above the flames glowed faintly, steam rising in soft curls that vanished into the frozen air. You moved with a surety that spoke of ancient rituals, of secrets whispered by the forest’s oldest trees. 

One by one, you plucked the flowers from your skin, each bloom trembling with a quiet reverence as it gave itself over to your hands. Beomgyu watched as the petals slipped from your fingertips into the boiling water, the surface of the potion shimmering like moonlight caught in a pool. The fragrance was delicate and strange, a mingling of snow and something sweet, something that made him think of distant summers he had never known. He could not look away. You poured the shimmering liquid into a small metal mug, your hands steady as though you had done this a thousand times before. The way you cradled the cup was almost tender, like a lover’s touch or the gentle promise of dawn. And then, without hesitation, you lifted it to your lips and drank. 

The effect was immediate, a soft bloom of light that spread across your skin in a sigh of blue. It was a color he had never seen before, the deep, pulsing blue of glaciers and ancient seas, a color that seemed to hold the memory of every winter that had ever been. You laughed, a sound like bells, like the first breath of spring, and began to dance. Beomgyu’s breath caught in his throat as he watched you. You moved with a grace that defied the cold, your feet barely stirring the snow as you spun and twirled, arms lifted to the moon’s soft gaze. The glow of your skin lit the clearing, a quiet miracle that made the whole world seem to hold its breath. He laughed too, the sound slipping from him like a confession, soft and awed and full of wonder. 

It was not a laugh of mockery — no, never that. It was the laugh of a man who had stumbled upon something so beautiful, so impossibly bright, that he could not help but be humbled by it. You were a secret the forest had been keeping from him, a miracle that had bloomed in the snow and laughter that made the cold seem soft. You did not see him. Or if you did, you gave no sign, lost in the music only you could hear. The firelight painted your face in shades of gold and shadow, the blue glow of your skin a quiet defiance of winter’s hush. Beomgyu watched as you lifted your arms to the sky, fingers splayed wide, as if you were trying to hold the stars in your palms. 

For a moment, he imagined what it would be like to step from the shadows and into the circle of your dance. To feel the glow of your skin beneath his fingers, to share in the secret you carried like a promise. But he stayed hidden, content to watch and let the memory of your laughter etch itself into the deepest parts of him. The night stretched on, a quiet river of stars and snow. Beomgyu leaned against the rough bark of a pine, his breath a pale mist in the cold, and let himself be consumed by the wonder of you. And in the quiet spaces of his mind, memories began to rise, memories of another fire, another cold night, long before he had known your name.

He remembered the hush of the royal halls, the stone walls that had never felt like home. He remembered his father’s voice, sharp and cold as the winter wind, each word a blade that cut deeper than any frost. He had always known he was not the king’s son. It was a truth that lived in the hush of the servants’ footsteps, in the way his father’s gaze slid past him as though he were nothing but a shadow. The way his hand would rise to strike Beomgyu’s cheek when he would say the wrong thing. Beomgyu was a reminder of another man’s love, a love the queen had known before she had been bound to the king’s cold hand. But there had always been Kai. 

Kai, with his gentle smile and quiet strength. Kai, who had never let the chill of the kingdom seep into his soul. When the nights were at their coldest, it was Kai who would slip into Beomgyu’s room, his hands warm and steady, his voice a soft murmur of comfort. “It is not your fault,” Kai would whisper, each word a promise, a shield against the darkness. “You are loved, brother. You are loved.” And in those moments, Beomgyu could almost believe it. 

But tonight, as he watched you dance in the snow, the memory of his brother’s voice felt like a distant echo. You were a new kind of warmth, a light that had nothing to do with the cold halls of Silvertheed or the shadows that had always haunted him. You were laughter and magic, a song that belonged to the moon and the snow and the quiet ache of his own heart. He did not understand you — not even a little. But he did not need to. The forest seemed to hold its breath around you, each tree a silent witness to the miracle you wove with every step. And Beomgyu, hidden among the shadows, felt something inside him begin to thaw. 

For so long, he had carried the weight of his father’s hatred, the cold truth of his own blood like a stone in his chest. But here, in the hush of snow and moonlight, he felt that weight begin to lift, if only for a moment. He did not know what you were, or what magic you had wrapped around yourself like a second skin. But he knew this: you were something bright in a world that had always felt too dark. 

The night grew old around him, the stars a pale river above the trees. Beomgyu watched until the last embers of your fire died down, until the glow of your skin faded into the hush of dawn. You sat then, quiet and still, your head bowed as though in prayer. The blue glow had ebbed from your skin, leaving only the pale curve of your shoulders and the soft spill of your hair. For a moment, he wondered what you were thinking. If you knew he was there, a shadow among the shadows, watching with a reverence he could not name. Then, before the first light of day could slip through the trees, he turned and fled.

The snow swallowed the sound of his footsteps, and the forest closed around him like a secret. The cold bit at his skin. It was a promise that he was still here, still alive, and that this moment had been real. As he walked back to the castle, the memory of your laughter clung to him like a breath of summer, a warmth he carried into the cold stone halls. And though he did not know what magic burned in your blood, he knew one thing for certain: he would return. He would return to the forest, to the hush of snow and the glow of your skin. He would return to the place where the world seemed to breathe in color and light, and where he, too, could be something more than the king’s unwanted son. He would return, again and again, until he could name the magic that had bloomed in his heart the first time he heard you sing. 

The next night, the cold was even sharper, the moon a pale blade that cut through the darkness and laid the forest bare. Beomgyu moved through the snow with a quiet purpose, each step a prayer to the mystery that had taken root in his heart. The memory of your laughter was a ghost at his shoulder, a warmth that had no place in the winter’s chill. He did not know what it was that drew him to you; whether it was the way your magic bloomed beneath your skin or the simple wonder of seeing something so bright and wild in a world that had always felt too sharp. But he knew this: he had to see you again. 

So he went back, moving through the dark like a promise, the hush of snow beneath his boots a secret shared only with the night. The forest opened around him, the pines heavy with frost, each branch a quiet sentinel that watched his passing with a patience that had no end. He did not know that he was not alone. In the hush of his thoughts, in the quiet ache of wonder that pulled him forward, he did not hear the faint rustle of footsteps behind him. He did not see the flicker of movement, the shadow that slipped between the trees like a wraith. 

Kai was there, his brother’s steps as silent as snowfall, his gaze a quiet flame that burned with questions he did not yet have the words to ask. He had watched Beomgyu all day, had seen the way his brother’s thoughts had drifted far from the stone walls of the castle and the weight of the king’s cold gaze. Kai had seen the wonder in Beomgyu’s eyes, the soft light that had never belonged to the kingdom of Silvertheed. And so he followed, silent and unseen, the bond of blood and brotherhood a thread that pulled him through the night. 

Beomgyu moved as though the forest itself was a dream, each breath a hush of wonder that quickened in his chest. He thought only of you, of the way the light had danced across your skin and the laughter that had made even the snow seem warm. He reached the clearing just as the first flicker of firelight began to bloom in the dark. You were there, as he had known you would be, your hair a dark river that spilled over your shoulders, your hands gentle as you plucked the flowers from your skin. The ritual was the same; petals and fire and the soft hush of your song, but tonight, there was something different in the way you moved.

Your eyes were distant, your fingers trembling just slightly as you fed the fire with the blooms that grew like a promise beneath your skin. The potion simmered in the small metal pot, the steam rising in slow, lazy curls that vanished into the cold. Beomgyu’s breath caught in his throat. He had thought he was prepared for this, for the quiet wonder of your magic and the wild grace of your dance. But tonight, there was something else, a shadow in your gaze, a weight in the way you held the cup to your lips.

You drank, as you had before, the glow of blue light blooming across your skin in a sigh of wonder. But tonight, your laughter was softer, almost sad, the dance you wove around the fire a quiet defiance of some sorrow he could not name. He watched, his heart a silent drum in his chest, each beat a question he could not ask. And in the hush of snow and moonlight, he did not see the shadow that watched with him, Kai’s breath a soft mist in the cold, his eyes dark with worry.

Kai saw the way Beomgyu’s gaze followed you, saw the wonder and the ache that lived in the spaces between each breath. He saw the way his brother’s hands clenched at his sides, as though he was fighting the urge to step forward, to break the hush of the forest and let the world know he was there. He understood, though Beomgyu had not said a word. He understood the pull of magic and mystery, the quiet ache of wanting something so bright it hurt to even look at it. And he felt the first flicker of something else — something that lived in the quiet spaces of his own heart, something that made him wonder what it would be like to feel the warmth of your laughter, the soft glow of your magic against his own skin.

But he said nothing. He stayed hidden, a shadow among the pines, his breath a silent promise that he would watch and wait, even if he did not yet understand what he was waiting for. In the clearing, you danced with the fire, your blue-lit skin a miracle that made the night itself seem to hold its breath. And Beomgyu watched, his heart a quiet bloom of wonder and fear, each beat a prayer that this moment would never end.

The forest was a cathedral of silence, the snow beneath their feet a quiet hymn to the cold. And in that hush, two brothers stood in the shadows, bound by blood and the quiet ache of a magic they could not yet name. And you, in the center of it all, were a song that had no words, a promise that the world was still full of wonder, even in the hush of winter’s breath. 

Beomgyu once again found himself hidden behind a great pine, his breath a silver mist in the winter night, his heart thrumming a hymn of wonder and ache. You sat across from him, your small frame hunched over a log, the crackling fire’s glow painting your skin with flickers of gold and shadow. Your hut loomed behind you, a shape of secrets and solitude that rose like a phantom in the snow’s hush. Your shoulders trembled with quiet sobs, the sound of your tears lost to the hiss and crackle of the flames. Beomgyu watched, each tear that slid down your cheek a glimmer of sorrow that caught the moonlight like dew. He did not know why it hurt him so, to see you cry. You were a stranger, your name a mystery, your story written in a language of petals and magic he could not yet read. And yet, something in him ached to bridge the distance between you, to cradle your sorrow in his hands as though it were a fragile bloom that needed only the sun to open.

He did not know what it was that drew him to you; whether it was the quiet glow of your skin, the flowers that bloomed like whispers of beauty beneath your touch, or simply the hush of your song that still lingered in his thoughts like a memory of something long lost. All he knew was that he wanted to be close to you, to offer the warmth of his presence against the cold hush of your tears. He stepped forward, just a breath, just enough to taste the promise of closeness. But before his foot could find purchase in the snow, a sharp crack split the air, a branch breaking under weight not his own. Beomgyu froze, his breath catching in his throat like a secret. In the same heartbeat, your head lifted, your eyes wide and searching in the darkness.

He turned, and his breath left him in a rush of frost. Kai stood there, his brother’s face pale in the moonlight, his dark eyes wide with surprise and apology. Beomgyu’s heart stumbled at the sight—he had been so sure he was alone, so lost in the pull of your sorrow that he had not noticed the presence of the one who had always been his shadow, his silent witness. You stood, your body taut as a bowstring, the tears still fresh on your cheeks but your gaze sharp and wary. The fire crackled between you all, the hiss and pop of burning wood a chorus to the sudden hush that had fallen over the clearing. 

For a moment, none of you moved; three hearts caught in the hush of winter, three souls bound by secrets and the quiet ache of what had just been revealed. Beomgyu’s mouth opened, words a tangle in his throat that he could not find the courage to speak. His brother’s eyes met his, dark with a thousand questions that neither of them knew how to ask. And then your voice, soft as the hush of snow falling in the dark. “Who are you?” you said, your words trembling like the branches that shivered beneath the weight of frost. 

Beomgyu stepped forward, his hands half-raised in a silent plea. “I—my name is Beomgyu,” he said, the words a sigh of truth in the cold night. “And this is my brother, Kai.” His voice faltered, the weight of your gaze a quiet thunder in his chest. “We…we didn’t mean to startle you.” Kai moved beside him, his presence a quiet anchor in the storm of uncertainty. “Forgive us,” he said, his voice a low warmth that contrasted the chill of the night. “We didn’t mean to intrude. We…we were only curious.” 

The hush that followed was heavy with possibility, each breath a question that waited to be answered. You looked between them, your eyes dark with the shadows of things you did not yet trust to share. And Beomgyu, his heart a quiet storm, found himself caught between the wonder of your magic and the silent echo of his brother’s presence at his side. 

The quiet of the forest seemed to cradle you all in a hush, a sanctuary of frost and shadows, the fire’s glow a heartbeat between you. Beomgyu and Kai stood close together, two figures cut from moonlight and winter breath, their princely faces made softer by the hush of the night and the wonder of your presence. You stood across from them, your hair a dark halo of wildness, stray flower petals tangled in its knots, your skin glistening with the tears you had not yet wiped away. The question in Beomgyu’s eyes was a soft ache, a quiet pull he could not name, but it was Kai who gave it voice. 

“What are you?” Kai asked, his tone gentle, like a child asking the forest to tell its secrets. His eyes, so like Beomgyu’s but calmer, steadier, shone with a wonder that made your heart tremble. Your shoulders hunched slightly, as if the question itself weighed upon you. “I don’t know,” you said softly, the words tasting of truth and sadness. “All I know is that I’ve always been…like this.” You raised a hand, and from your palm bloomed a small flower; blue as the night sky, fragile as a sigh. “At night, they come. From my skin. They have…power.” Your voice faltered, and your eyes turned down to the flickering fire. “Sometimes they change how I feel. Sometimes…how others feel.” 

Beomgyu watched, his breath caught in the hush of your confession. The way you spoke; soft and careful, as if every word was a petal you had to coax to bloom. He wanted to reach out, to take your hand and tell you that it was alright, that your strangeness was a wonder and not a curse. But he stayed still, his heart a quiet storm in his chest. “Please,” you whispered, your gaze darting between them, your voice suddenly urgent. “Don’t tell anyone. They’ll come for me. They always do. They’ll say I’m cursed, or that I’m a witch. I don’t want… I don’t want to be hunted again.” Your words cracked like ice underfoot, and the memory of your tears glistened in the glow of the fire. 

Kai stepped closer, his hand lifting as if to touch your shoulder, but he hesitated. “We won’t tell anyone,” he said, his voice the gentle hush of a promise. “We swear it.” Beomgyu nodded, his throat tight with the weight of your fear. “You’re safe with us,” he said, and he meant it. Even if he didn’t yet understand why, even if he didn’t know what the pull in his heart meant, he knew he would not let harm come to you.

For a moment, the three of you stood in a hush of snow and breath, the fire’s crackle the only sound in the world. Beomgyu’s gaze drifted to your clothes; threadbare and dirt-smudged, a cloak of tattered wool that did little to shield you from the cold. Your skin, though glowing softly in the firelight, was streaked with the dust of the forest, your nails rimmed with soil as if you had clawed your way from the earth itself. He wondered, suddenly, how long you had lived like this, alone in the woods, your hut no more than a shadowy refuge, your days marked by the hush of fear and the gentle bloom of your strange magic. His heart twisted, the ache of it a quiet song he could not ignore. 

It was Kai who spoke the words that would change everything, his voice soft but sure. “Would you like to come with us?” he asked, the question simple and gentle, like a hand offered in the dark. Beomgyu’s eyes widened, surprise flickering like a flame in his chest. He had not expected it, this sudden kindness from his brother. But then again, Kai had always been the gentler one, the one who wore his heart on his sleeve like a badge of honor. Beomgyu, with all his jagged edges and quiet ache, had never known how to offer such kindness so easily.

You looked up at Kai, your eyes wide and uncertain, the firelight turning them to pools of shadow and wonder. “I… I couldn’t,” you said, your voice trembling. “I don’t belong in a place like that. And I have nothing to give you in return. No gold, no… no power that could be of use to you.” Kai’s lips curved into a small, tender smile. “We don’t need anything from you,” he said. “We’re princes. We have enough gold to last a hundred lifetimes. We only ask because… no one should have to live alone in the cold. You deserve warmth, and a place to belong.”

Your breath caught, a soft hitch of disbelief. Beomgyu watched the wonder and confusion that flickered across your face, the way you bit your lip as if you were afraid to hope. He understood that feeling all too well; the ache of wanting something so badly that you were afraid to reach for it. He found himself stepping closer, his voice low but sure. “My brother means it,” he said, his eyes meeting yours with a quiet intensity. “If you come with us… we will keep you safe. We won’t ask you for anything you can’t give.” 

You looked between them, your gaze lingering on Beomgyu’s face for a breath longer than it lingered on Kai’s. In that moment, he felt something shift in the hush of the night, an invisible thread binding the three of you together, woven from the hush of snow and the crackle of fire and the quiet wonder of a girl who could grow flowers from her skin. For a moment, you looked as though you might refuse. Your shoulders tensed, your eyes shuttered like the closing of a door. But then your breath left you in a soft sigh, and you nodded, just once, the motion small and delicate as the unfurling of a petal. 

“Alright,” you said, your voice a whisper. “I will come with you.” Relief flickered across Kai’s face, a gentle warmth that softened the angles of his jaw. Beomgyu felt it too, a quiet loosening of the ache in his chest, though he did not know why. He only knew that the sight of your soft, uncertain smile in the glow of the fire felt like the first bloom of spring after a winter that had seemed endless.

Kai stepped forward, his hand outstretched. “Come,” he said, his voice a soft beacon in the hush of the night. “We’ll bring you home.” You hesitated only a moment before you took his hand, your fingers cold and small in his. Beomgyu watched as Kai’s thumb brushed gently across your knuckles, a quiet promise in the softness of his touch. And then the three of you turned away from the clearing, the fire’s glow fading behind you as you stepped into the hush of the forest.

The snow fell in slow, lazy drifts, the moon’s light painting the world in a hush of silver and shadow. Beomgyu fell in step beside you, his eyes tracing the curve of your cheek, the small smile that lingered there like a fragile bloom. He did not speak, but in the quiet of the night, he let his presence be its own kind of promise, silent, but sure. Beside him, Kai’s hand still held yours, his warmth a gentle anchor in the cold hush of the world. And though Beomgyu did not yet know what lay ahead, what this night had set in motion, what magic and ache and wonder would bloom from the meeting of three hearts in the winter’s dark, he knew that something had shifted. Something had begun. 

In the distance, the castle of Silvertheed rose like a dream against the horizon, its spires dark and glistening with frost. Beomgyu felt a quiet thrill in his chest as they approached it — an ache of wonder and uncertainty, a hush of possibility that felt as bright and fragile as the flowers that bloomed on your skin. And in the hush of that winter night, as you walked between the two brothers, your breath a soft fog in the cold air, the first threads of a story began to weave themselves into the world; threads of magic and mystery, of sorrow and wonder, of love that would not be denied. 

(♬) - @beomiracles @biteyoubiteme @hyukascampfire @dawngyu @izzyy-stuff @1-800-jewon @xylatox

[dexantnaomi-askblog]

PUHHHH LEAAASEEEE MAFIOSO WITH A TIMID/SHY READERRRR !!!! AND MY SOUL IS YOURS !!!!!

Gyat damn my first request! I don't really know how write this since i'm only learning but i can try my best!

Mafioso x shy/timid reader

Reader gets she/they (didn't specify gender)

You barely intereact with any of the survivors due to getting overwhelmed easily by social interactions. You liked being quiet. But due to your shyness, you aren't able to bond with anyone so you were on your own

Until you met Mafioso

You were peacefully minding your own business until he came right behind you, covered in blood. You're gonna run but he held into your arm, iron grip tight.

"Ah? Where are you going now little bunny?" He spoke, his voice booming "I'm just getting starting with you..."

You struggled, trying to escape his iron grips. "P-please, I d-don't want to die!" You pleaded, even though you knew you will just respawn back in the lobby, you can't help but fear him. What do you expect? He is a mafia boss after all.

He barked out a laugh, he finds your plead funny. But he still lets you go anyway. "That doesn't mean I won't kill you, so you better run little bunny"

Well you did, as fast as you can actually

During rounds with him, he usually targets you first. But as time go by, he targets you less and less; To the point he leaves you for last or completly spareing you.

Not like him men didn't notice, he often tells his men not to target you; Which surprises them, but they listened anyway, not wanting to anger him by asking why.

Well not like the survivors don't know as well, once Shedletsky asked you why he spares you now. You just srugged awkwerdly before reading

Well you were getting ready in a round with Mafioso again, you might as well ask him why he spares you!

Well you were doing generators and the time expanded by one minute and thirty second, 'Dang mafioso, you are on a streak today...' you instantly thought, getting scared.

You found him in a corner killing Chance, he looked over to you. "Ah, little bunny! What do you want hm?" Werid, he didn't chases you or killed you insantly.

"W-why do you always s-spare me every r-round?" You studdered, you were preparing to run because you thought that if you ask him that question he will kill you; like any killer would. But instead he barked out a laugh and spoke, "Oh? Why i spare you? Well I find you endaring, little bunny. I find your little shyness cute, y'know?"

You quickly blushes on that, and he lets out a laugh again.

"See? Damn you for being so cute!" He cups your face, then leans in, his fave hovering inches away from your face. You can feel your face going crimson red as he gave out another laugh while letting go of your face, feeling proud of himself.

"S-so... A-are we a thing now?" You asked him quitely, covering your face while looking another direction. Well congratuations you got the big guy blushing now

"...Maybe?" He replied awakwardly "I mean, if ya want to tho. I'm not rushing you or anything."

"Uh, I-I guess?" You answered him back awakwardly, somehow your face is getting redder by the second.

"Well then!" He spoke, grabbing you by the waist and peppering you with kisses. You looked away, your face is as red as a cherry while he lets out a laugh again

Well I guess you guys are dating now

Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh my writing isn't so good rnnnnn i need sleep, i hate how short this is cmonnnnnnnnnnn, i think i will edit this tommorow but i have other request so maybe another time, buh-byeeeeee edit: Oh yay i actually did edit this, i hate myself/j

want to request? Right here!

[jd-loves-fiction]

Siiiiiiiiigh. Here we go again because I keep getting ideas and need to write them down before I forget

Platonic Boothill, Mydei, Ratio, Aventurine and Gallagher getting the (un)fortunate chance to see what really happened in reader's past. Like watching it as if it's a film or tape. But we know it's tragic from the actions of their father to how they got enslaved and all the way up to when reader met them.

🌑 back to the angst we go!!

✦ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 ✦

Honestly had his suspicions

Finds it as USB drive with your name on it

Doesn't want you to see it first in case it's something traumatizing (would you look at that, it is😔)

Utterly stunned at what he sees, immediately shuts it off the first time

Then, curiosity wins - he just has to know, for your safety

So he watches, feeling a little numb and very angry

He remembers being irate when you hinted at what happened but this? This has him thinking of murder, downright slaughter actually

Dad instincts taking over cuz how dare they

Let's just say he's very good at hunting people down...

✦ 𝐌𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐢 ✦

Probably was sent to him as a means of blackmailing him into leaving you be because of how weak you are or something of that nature

Under the assumption that all Mydei cares about is strength - which anyone could tell you is not true

Pure distilled rage does run through him for a second, until he calms down enough to think it through rationally

His anger would only make the situation worse

So he calms down, thinks about what he wants to say and goes to see you and approaches the situation in the way that will be the best for you

Has a very calm and emphatic conversation about it... And then gently asks if you'd like him to kill someone and obliges to whatever your wish may be🫡

✦ 𝐃𝐫. 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨 ✦

For such a stoic man, it's quite surprising even to himself, how quickly rage overtakes him

He's a very rational man, but more than that he's very empathetic - when he cares, he cares very deeply

So he's at somewhat of a loss, torn between approaching the situation logical and blowing the fuck up cuz he's so damn angry😡

Decides to approach it rationally for your sake... But if you barely give him a reaction he's gonna blow up anyway because WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS FINE?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT DOESNT MATTER ANYMORE????

So angry, on your behalf of course

You might see little treats appearing near where you're sitting in the coming days👀

(He just feels the need to comfort and reassure you even if you don't really need it, just don't ask him about it cuz he'll deny it like an idiot)

✦ 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 ✦

Conflicted pt??

But this time it's a little different

He's conflicted because confronting your situation and finding a healthy way of dealing with it for your sake, forced him to do the same with himself while reminding him of his own past

And he does nawt want to do that nor does he know how to

So he sees, probably something to do with the IPC, and doesn't mention it for months

Just sits with that information like he sits with his feelings and such

Doesn't bring it up, doesn't act any different, nothing

Until! He meets up with you while still a little drunk, and brings it up like it's nothing, in truth it's been eating him up inside for weeks

Your reaction doesn't really matter here since he's barely listening, if you don't manage to stop him he's just gonna start rambling about both of your pasts and how similar they are how that makes him feel

Full of sarcasm, hidden meanings and pretending it all doesn't matter to him but you know him well enough to see that it clearly does

Ends it really sweetly with something like a reassurance that he understands, if nothing else

All while smelling strongly of booze and slurring his words :)

✦ 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 ✦

This guy... Has me at a loss, sort of

Would probably find out in some way, probably something to do with seeing your memories, either purposely or accidentally

Either way, he knows, and approaches it in what's probably the subtlest way out of everyone

Waits for you to bring it up, be it a joke or an offhand comment, and breaches the topic slightly

Just testing the waters

If you don't bring it up for a while, he will - casually and without pressuring you into talking

But he does want to know, quite badly in fact, how you feel about it now

Patience of a saint so he's gonna wait until you're ready, as long as it takes, and when you are, you've got him to talk to and he's not going to judge you or anything

He just wants to listen, just wants to know

Incredible at reading people so if he sees what you need reassurance or something, that's what he'll offer, if all you need is silence then he can do that too

As a bartender, he's used to hearing about people's woes and responding accordingly so you're in good hands :)

[grinnames]

Possession Collection: @4thwallbreakerdraws2

After running a thorough diagnosis on his body, SMG3 and SMG4 found that there was an anti-virus preventing the purple-clad vessel from leaving. No matter how SMG3 tried to remove his soul from the robot, he would hit a wall every way he went. 

If SMG3 had lungs, he would be hyperventilating right now. But even in a body made of metal and bolts, he felt panic overtake his mind, bubbling up from the depths and rising. He grabbed onto the frame of Mod’s head, struggling to ground himself. But the memories  of that time flashed before his vision, threatening to drown out everything else.

“No… no no no NONONONO! This– this can’t be happening again!”

He felt his knees buckle, and he hunched over. His new holographic wings folded in on themselves, shielding him from the world. “I can’t be trapped again! LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT-”

“Hey!”

The voice that broke through his deafening mental cries was concerned but firm and grounding, almost neutral. He felt two gloved hands grasp his shoulders, holding him in place. 

“Focus on my voice.”

He strained to focus, scrabbling for his sense of control. He hated feeling vulnerable.

“You’re not back there. You’re out here. With me. Totally different situation.”

Despite not needing to breathe (he couldn’t anyway in this body), SMG3 forced his shoulders to relax as if he had taken a deep breath.

“You’ve escaped before. You can do it again.”

SMG3 remembers reality. That’s right, he’s just possessing a robot, on the streets in another world. This isn't the first time he's been through something like this. He's a fighter. And... he's not a alone.

“That’s right, you’re the one in control right now. You’re not helpless anymore.”

After what seems like hours, SMG3 can finally properly see. He sees SMG4 in front of him, still holding his shoulders. He isn’t wearing his usual wide, open grin. His mouth is set in a straight line. To anyone that doesn't know SMG4, his face looks almost expressionless, but SMG3 knows a serious SMG4 when he sees it. He can see it in how his brow is slightly furrowed in concern. Concern for his partner in crime.

“...Alright alright. I’m fine. I’m good now.” He looked away, slightly flustered, and quickly pushed himself to his full height.

“Thought so!” And just like that, that annoying smile was back on SMG4’s face, as if nothing had ever happened at all. He knew that both of them preferred it that way.

“Now, as for your sticky situation…” SMG4 said, getting back down to business. "I have come up with the perfect solution!"

With a snap of his fingers, SMG4 summoned his mallet. “I’ll just break you out!”

“...What-”

“Hold still, Three!”

“WAIT WAIT WAIT TIME OUT!” SMG3 backed up and waved his hands in front of his face as SMG4 cocked back his mallet. “What if you kill me too?! We have no idea what happens if this host dies with me in it!”

“Oh you silly, you’ll live! Like always! Only the host dies, remember?”

“BUT THIS ONE HAS A BUILT-IN ANTIVIRUS.”

“And it will be destroyed with the host too! Now c’mere-”

“GET AWAY FROM ME-”

Right before SMG4’s mallet could connect, the eyes on the screen became blue again and the robot’s hand shot out and grabbed the handle. 

“Aw not you again-”

Officer Mod held his wide yellow gaze with her own emotionless stare. “Like I said, I will be alerted of any crimes, and violence against an officer is-”

“-illegal, I KNOW!" SMG4 was starting to get exasperated. It was not a good look for him. "But since you're here, listen up! If you don’t want to get smashed, let my partner go and we’ll consider sparing you!” 

Sorry if this was long, I couldn't help it, and I've been looking forward to writing this one!

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[hikariyaps]

star.

word count ☆ 1.1k pairing ☆ hiddeninventory!satoru x sta plasmavessel! reader (fem) content ☆ slight angst, fluff <3 a/n ☆ i cried while writing thiss. this req, for you 💛🌻 nonnie <3

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being the star plasma vessel wasn't easy. you'd been protected and sheltered and hidden away your whole life. just so what? some stinky old man could absorb you so he could be immortal?

life wasn't fair to everyone and you knew that. you might've been against your fate while you were younger but now? you'd accepted it. it was your duty to the jujutsu world.

you didn't really get close to anyone in your life, knowing it'd hurt too much to leave when the time came. your parents were killed by a curse, all the more reason to help jujutsu society, so that others didn't go through what you went through. your caretaker, kuroi, was the only person who'd held any value to you. no matter how hard you had tried. she'd managed to make a place for herself in your heart made of stone.

you had no friends. and you didn't feel bad about it. it was your decision. because even though you were tough, there was a chance it might hurt when you leave.

tutors came home to teach you. you'd never been to school. you were too precious to lose. the last star vessel might have lived a normal life, but your parents were overpotective. and after they died, you honoured their wishes.

you have zero social experience, and you know what? you didn't care. the whole point of your life was to get absorbed anyway.

as the date of the merger came closer though, your security doubled, tripled even. you were under complete lockdown. not even your windows were allowed to be open. you hadn't seen the sky in days. the last thing you remembered was an explosion, and then you passed out.

you open your eyes and find yourself looking at this gorgeous man, snowy hair and dark shades leering down at you. at first, you think you've died and gone to heaven because you're definitely seeing an angel because there is no man on the face of this earth that could be this beautiful. but then he smirks and you look around and realize, this is no angel. you spring out from his arms and understand.

they're here to take you for the merger. oh.

you soon realized the only angel satoru gojo would ever be to you was the deliverer of death. well, deliverer to death. and suguru geto his accomplice.one week. you had one week to see the world, before you merged, that was master tengen's wish. and you'd be lying if you said you weren't grateful. on the condition that satoru gojo and suguru geto would accompany you and kuroi and deliver you to master tengen themselves.

suguru geto was in all aspects, a gentleman. and gojo? that man got on your nerves, but in a good way. you didn't know much about boys, being sheltered and all. heck, these two are the first guys your age you've ever talked to. and falling in love was the last thing on your mind.

and a week is not enough to fall in love, right? so why did you always want to be around satoru? you didn't mind if you were away from geto. and oh how he made you feel about yourself. he might piss you off a little bit, but the way he makes you laugh and gets you anything you want, it definitely makes up for it.

and satoru thinks what a waste it is that you're going to merge. he really didn't care at first, of course he thought this was a tad bit unfair, but as long the job got done, he didn’t really mind. that is until he met you. he tried to stay away, he really did, but the way you looked at him the first time he saw you, he was pretty sure it would be impossible to not get to know you. and he doesn’t regret it. you were so sweet, so innocent. full of wonder and childlike curiosity that it actually hurt him. the way you tucked your hair behind your ears or the way you peered at the animals at the zoo. but especially, the way you smiled at him. that had his heart sputtering.

you had no idea you were falling in love, after all how could you? you'd never felt anything like this. in the short span of a week, satoru and suguru, satoru mostly had made all your dreams come true. the idiot even flew you to okinawa to see the capybaras. suguru worried about your safety but satoru? satoru wanted you to experience everyting you hadn't and everything you wouldn't have the chance to.

in one week, satoru had made a place for himself in your heart. the heart you'd considered to be made of stone. you'd tried so hard not to give him importance but it was so hard.

and satoru knew he was in love. he knew it when you'd brushed the hair out of his eyes while you both were building sandcastles. he knew it when he'd carried you, burrowed against his chest back to the hotel room. he knew it when he awoke with a startle because he thought he heard you cry. he knew he was in love when he held you in his arms and comforted you after a nightmare.

satoru gojo was by no means a person who'd become invested in the people his missions revolved around. but you? you were different. he'd burn the fucking world down for you.

still, he had a duty to jujutsu society. he had a mission to complete. so with a heavy heart, he escorted you back to jujutsu high. stealing glances at you whenever he could, soft smiles and eyes full of love.

it wasn't until he was stabbed by toji fushiguro and you were rushed inside to safety that you realized you loved him. you kicked and cried and scream for him. when suguru gave you the option of not merging, you hugged him, only for a second before running out the door all the way till where you saw toji fushiguro's dead body and satoru.

satoru who was wishing all he had was one more day with you. oh he could live forever in a day with you. he didn't want to life it wasn't with you. he was grieving, even though he was almost killed.

your satoru, all bloody but alive. he was alive. you waste no time running to him and falling onto him.he holds you and you hold him. both of you gripping each other as though you were each others lifelines and your mumbling out comforting words for him. he thinks it's crazy and the only way to shut you up was by kissing you.he kisses you all bloody and stained and you kiss him back, maybe not stained but equally scared and savoring it.

you might be the star plasma vessel, but you were his star, his whole world.

jujutsu society could screw itself, all that mattered was that you had satoru, and satoru had you.

©hikariyaps2025

[mindless-existence1]

hii ! can you do a romance x mira x abby os ? im crazy for themm

So im going to do write this in headcannon fashion hope thats chill

Authors note: I wrote this as the Saja Boys become human at the end of the movie is you want demon Saja Boys headcannons instead u can request because requests are open

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So I feel like it would take a lot of getting used to for them because Abby and Romance arent exactly used to being human and dating and Mira hasn't had time for dating before them

But Romance definitely takes the lead on Romantic gestures (for obvious reasons)

Mira takes the lead in "human" situations when they are out in the world

And Abby handles the "care taker" like role. He likes being helpful and protective so thats how he contributes

I feel like Abby is the type of guy to keep a hand on their wrists when walking through a crowd or holds their hand when walking across the street

Romance likes to plan dates ans he really tries his hardest to find something all three of them would love

Mira isnt the type for romantic gestures but have her own ways of showing it. Definitely protective like Abby

They'd talk about eachother to their band mates

Mira would force Abby and Romance to convince Mystery to ask out Zoey

Romance is ment to be the flirty member but after he gets with Abby and Mira he stops flirting with anyone entierly

Abby likes to show off his strength in anyway he can. That leads to him manhandling his partners and just randomly picking stuff up and saying "doesnt this look heavy? Not to me"

They love to take breaks together and have couch time and they find a way to make cuddling work

I think they just fumble through the relationship but once they get into the grove they are very healthy and good for eachother

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[ellaismydog]

Thinking about the different forms of transportation in Trigun and what they say about the characters. Because the way a character chooses to travel is a metaphor for how they go through life yada yada, there's a sick part of my brain that misses writing uni essays and Trigun just brings it out in me.

Vash is usually depicted as walking. It's pretty consistent across all versions of Trigun, to the point where it's featured pretty heavily in both anime intros. It's a slow approach, but then Vash is a very patient man - he'd have to be after 150 years. He wanders across the planet, and he might do it slowly, but it's inexorable. He'll always get to his destination eventually, whether he likes it or not.

It's also lonely. No one else can wander the way Vash does - no human, anyway. They're mortal. They simply don't have the time or the built-up patience for it. It's another thing that separates Vash from the people around him, and shows just how different his perspective really is.

Then, there's Wolfwood's motorcycle, in both Trigun 98 and Trigun Maximum (and hopefully Trigun Stargaze, please please PLEASE give that man a bike).

If we look beyond Angelina just being cool as fuck, I think this choice of vehicle is very interesting, because it's almost as lonely as Vash's walking. Traditionally, motorcycles are only meant to accommodate one person. There's only one seat, only one person can sit comfortably (two if you want to get romantically coded, but we'll get to that later). Sure, as a method of transportation, it's faster than Vash's walking, but then Wolfwood is only human, so he has to go through life much faster than Vash does. But the fundamental LONELINESS is still there. Wolfwood doesn't have room to travel with anyone else. He expects a lonely existence, and that affects his choice of vehicle.

Then, you take into account the sidecar. Something you can tack onto the motorcycle, almost like an afterthought, to let someone else accompany you. Due to his mission, Wolfwood quite literally has to accommodate Vash, and involve him in his life/journey. So, the vehicle that could only seat one, has now grown to seat two - but that's it. Vash is the one person Wolfwood really 'lets in' in this way. I dunno, I just think that's really sweet.

In Tristamp in particular, there's also Meryl and Roberto's car. For as many times as it breaks down and Meryl runs people over, the car is really a symbol of safety throughout the show. Wolfwood and Vash are shown sleeping in the backseat more times than they're shown sleeping in an actual bed, and the design is just so LIVED IN, what with Roberto's stash of cigarettes and the little knickknacks scattered everywhere. There's something almost domestic about it. It's the first method of transportation I've talked about that seats more than one-two people, and it shows. When Vash travels with his three friends in this way, it's like he's with his family.

I think this is especially important in the Tristamp episode with the sand steamer. Vash and Wolfwood need to leave the car behind to board the steamer, and it's not really under the best circumstances. Roberto kinda urges them out - he's suspicious of Vash after finding the photograph with him and Rollo, and wants to protect both himself and Meryl by getting as far away from him as they can. So, Vash is ejected from the car in the same way he's ejected from the family dynamic they'd been building. Only for Roberto and Meryl to literally follow behind him in said car when they realise their mistake, inviting him back in and giving him their trust once again.

Incidentally, once Vash leaves the car, he goes straight from one form of transportation to another: the sand steamer.

The sand steamer is the biggest, most public form of transportation I've talked about so far. If Meryl's car portrayed a family dynamic, the steamer is more like it's own country, filled with all types of people and strangers from different backgrounds. So, when Vash leaves the car and enters the sand steamer, he's being ejected from life in an insulated place of safety, to life in the wider public - and is attacked almost immediately.

Really, this is representative of his relationship with the rest of the world. It's why he chooses to walk and why he lives alone - because people hurt him. It also serves as a fantastic comparison to Meryl and Roberto's car, showing that while he isn't safe around the general public, he is safe around them. His family.

The last form of transportation I could think of is the Thomases. Originally, I didn't have much to say about them - but the more I think about this series, the more insane I get, so have some half-formed ramblings.

Because I kinda see the Thomases as a symbol of Vash's connection to No Man's Land? Like - they're native beasts (I think? Let me know if I'm wrong), and Vash is shown to have such an affinity with them, especially in Tristamp. He rides them with such ease, after so many years of learning from Brad and his own hundred years' experience, that it's practically second nature. It's a form of transportation specific to No Man's Land, and it's something Vash has perfected, because he's tied to this planet in a fundamental way.

It could also be tied to the fact that Thomases are not human, and neither is Vash. They have that connection. So, while travelling by Thomas is still fundamentally lonely, without anyone else to talk to, there's still a level of understanding there, which shines through in how easily Vash can ride them.

I think it's also interesting that Vash chooses to walk in spite of this. He could make his wandering easier on himself by riding a Thomas instead, but he doesn't. Because that would mean putting the Thomas in danger. Because walking isn't so painful for someone like him - and even if it is, he can take it. Because he feels he doesn't deserve to make it easier on himself. This character makes me upset.

I don't really have a conclusion lol. This series just has me by the throat and I need to scream analysis into the void until it lets go.

[bewitched-hours]

Hihihihihihihi i'm back from crashing outtesayfiudshisfuufbl

Anyway i'm sorry if my friend had annoyed you, me too if i annoyed you (it wont happen again i promise)/srs/pos

Anyway i guess i only exist in ur blog to continew the fic ^q^ (The bluudud one tho i want to req for something else after its finish)

Anywas after a while the spectre got really REALLY annoyed and decided to give reader imnsomina to make her go crazy or sum shit since ofc the spectre is cruel and doesn't want anybody to have a happy ending like an asshole they are. Did that stop bluudud, absolutly NOT! He still finds a way to make her sleep and goodjob he's ofically has a crush on her ^o^

I'm burned out and hopefully there's a part 5 or 6 (if i have idea )

-Kikiki Anon

Dw Kikiki! It's honestly pretty hard to annoy me lol I have technically already started writing on this but I can luckily just cut and paste what I have into here so nothing's lost! (And a part 5 would definitely have to be requested lol)

Reader has once. more. again. She/Her-

"NO- I'm not doing that!" Bluudud protested.

You had been watching him play one of your favourite games and although he's grown to actually like it since it had a more complicated advancement system than he expected, he's still stubborn on some of your requests.

But you were huffy. Today was one of those days where you had trouble forming actual words because you were thrown into so many rounds the 'day' prior so today you just communicated with motions.

But what was Bluudud protesting against?

Well, you wanted him to take in a black cat he found in the caves after battling a boss. He didn't want to though because the added responsibility was annoying to him.

"[Reader], I swear-" He grumbled as you bumped your head against him in a stubborn motion. It wasn't rough or anything, just slightly harder than your usual(and affectionate) bumps. Your low growls told him you weren't budging but combined with the bump, it was more like a plea to just do it.

"Ugh, fine..." You finally heard him say before the game announced the cat had been rescued. You were so happy your tail thumped against the ground a couple times before you bumped him again with a satisfied purr coming from you.

You were like a cat yourself and it certainly didn't help that Bluudud started petting you in private whenever you won in an 'argument'. "You're lucky I enjoy the ego-boost..."

Although his words may sound clear, you knew he enjoyed your presence. You just didn't let anyone mention it or tease him about it because that usually ended with him completely ignoring you for Spectre knows how long until he gives into your charms again.

To be fair, it was pretty funny to watch you nearly bodyslam into the other killers like an unaware seal whenever they're about to bring up how you get special treatment from him.

But the Spectre wasn't exactly one to let the routine continue...

So, it decided to give you violent hallucinations to prevent you from sleeping or even leaving your room at night. And who was first to notice? Of course Bluudud.

The lack of sleep had you turn aggressive and a lot more irritable... It made you act almost like 1x... (Please don't come for me 1x simps)

Frankly, it annoyed everyone even more than if you had just been made to forget again.

It was bad enough that you'd attack and scream at the hallucinations which sometimes woke up the others but they didn't want to deal with you attacking them too so they usually waited it out and got used to the noise.

All but one...

"Alright, alright, stop!" His voice grabbed your attention immediately as you froze in place, body still shaking from the hallucinations attacking you.

But instead of saying anything else, Bluudud grabbed one of your front paws and dragged you onto your bed. You shortly took notice that the blood on your paws and on the bed didn't stain him...

It wasn't real...

But without so much as a second thought, he huffed and practically pushed your head against his chest. "There. If I don't react to it, it's not real, got it?" His tone was rather annoyed but you could still detect the softness in his voice that you were used to as you emitted a quiet purr and with your arms wrapped around him, you could finally sleep thanks to the sound of his heartbeat.

He was real... Because how could you hallucinate someone like him?

To the fortune of the other killers, this became a habit. You'd fight your hallucinations, Bluudud interrupts and forces you to sleep by showing you what is actually real.

And let's be honest, your purring helped him sleep too but you know not to let him know that-

But if the Spectre couldn't get you to be in a panic at night, might as well extend the hallucinations to the rounds!

They would plague you during these hunts, taunting you and making you even more aggressive than you already were as you'd rip the survivors to shreds and immediately run to Bluudud when the round was over.

He was safe. He told you what was or wasn't real and he let you feel more sane.

Did you have attachment issues? Probably.

But did he welcome your affection all the same? Abso-fucking-lutely.

It was a bit comical to watch him alternate between being affectionate in his grumpy ways and yelling that he wasn't getting soft... Even though he was.

"Seriously?! Him???" Pr3typriincess had dragged you off to another tea party for gossip but this time you had decided to tell her about your little crush on your little streamer.

You could only shrug, slightly embarrassed as you weren't sure what the problem was. "He gives me special treatment, what can I say?" You chuckled awkwardly, sipping your tea as you could only listen to her rant about what a mess you are if you think someone like Bluudud fits for you...

But it later turned out you made a mistake telling her as she and c00lkidd began planning to set you both up immediately.

First it was through simple stuff. Luring Bluudud to outings using you as a bargaining chip, pushing you to show some extra affection and whatnot...

It was surprisingly effective. Bluudud didn't question anything and just allowed you to basically start doing more couple things. He'd even admit that you two basically were one now but not to tell anyone else.

Though your expression did betray that promise when Pr3typriincess had asked about it...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[wthphe1n]

Hiii, if you accept requests, can you write headcanons for Vinny and Jay's sister reader?👀 it would be filled with sm drama lol.

Hcs — All the Ways He Told You to Leave (and None That Meant it)

Pairing: Vinny Hong x fem!reader (Jay’s Little Sister)

Genre: Angst, Slow-Burn, Mutual Longing, Heartbreak

Rating: T

TW: emotional repression, implied self-worth issues, unresolved feelings

A/N: Hii anon! Requests are totally open, i just never got around to posting a proper intro lol feel free to drop anything anytime! Thanks a ton for your request btw ive been a lil busy lately but im trying to update the fics ive already drafted. Ngl i wasn’t sure if the reader was supposed to be Jay’s lil sis or big sis?? But then I got hit with an idea and decided to go with lil sis vibes. Hope you’ll like it! Tbh angst isn’t really my strong suit but i gave it my best shot and im working on getting better

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– You fell for him when he was still in Hummingbird—when his edges were rough but still reachable. ; You never told anyone. Not even Jay. Especially not Jay.

– You always knew he’d leave before he said goodbye. ; Vinny didn’t need words. His eyes always looked past you like he was already gone.

– Vinny notices your presence even before you speak. ; He always does. The air shifts around you. He gets quieter. Still. Like he’s bracing.

– He hates how you still see softness in him. ; Worse, he hates how he wants to be soft around you, when all he knows is fight or flight.

– You wait outside Sabbath’s training routes sometimes—not to make him come back, but to make sure he’s alive. ; Vinny sees you once in the corner of his eye and pretends not to. His hands shake on the handlebars.

– When you say you miss him, he turns to rage to shield himself from breaking. ; Because if he lets you in, he knows you’ll see all the rot he’s tried to bury under speed and scars.

– Vinny tells you to go home like it’s a command. But what he really means is “please leave before I give in.” ; Because if you stay, he won’t survive your kindness.

– You know the risk of loving someone like him—someone who’s already decided he doesn’t deserve to be loved. ; And you still shows up. Still choose him in the quietest ways.

– After that night, Vinny avoids the route where you found him.

; Not because he doesn’t want to see you—but because he knows he’ll cave the second you look at him like that again.

– He once hears someone joke that you’re “the Hummingbird princess.” ; And something sharp and ugly coils in his chest, because you shouldn’t be thinking of someone like him.

– He calls you “a kid” just to push you away. But he knows you’re braver than him—because you love out loud, and he only knows how to ruin.

– Sometimes, when he lies awake after races, all he sees is you standing under the streetlamp—so small, so real, and so heartbreakingly there. ; And he wishes, just once, he’d turned around and let you in.

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BONUS SCENE — “The Girl Who Waited at the Edge of Him.”

You hadn’t seen him in weeks. Not properly, anyway. Not since he disappeared into the Sabbath Crew—into all that mess. But the city was small when you knew where to look.

And you knew where to look.

You found him the same way you always did—when you weren’t supposed to.

He was standing under a flickering streetlamp, one foot against the wall, chain in hand, messing with the lock on his bike like it had wronged him personally. The collar of his track jacket was upturned. His red hair glowed like a wound under the amber streetlight, curls curling more from the sweat at his nape than any breeze.

You almost turned around. Almost.

But your feet never listened where he was concerned.

Vinny didn’t look up when you approached. Not at first. He never did—not until you were close enough to hurt him.

You stopped a few steps away. The silence stretched between you like something fragile, thin as glass. You swallowed.

“You changed your training route,” you said quietly, like an apology. “Again.”

He gave a small scoff through his nose, barely audible.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“I know.”

Another pause.

But you didn’t move.

He finally looked up.

And god, those eyes. One red, one black. They were tired. Not from the ride—he never showed fatigue from cycling—but from something else. From everything else.

“You’re still following me around?” he asked, voice low, rough around the edges.

You shrugged, a little helpless. “Just… happened to be near.”

He didn’t believe you. He never did.

You tried again. Softer this time. Sadder.

“Vinny… are you okay?”

He looked at you like the question offended him.

Then he glanced away.

“Don’t do this,” he said.

“Do what?”

“This.” He waved vaguely at the space between you. “Whatever this is.”

You bit your lip. “I’m not asking you to come back. I’m not here because of Jay. Or Hummingbird. Or… anyone else.”

Vinny’s jaw tightened.

“Then why?”

Your heart pressed against your ribs.

“Because I miss you.”

The silence that followed wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t sharp. It was just… heavy.

Like snowfall. Soft and suffocating all at once.

Vinny looked back at you, and for a moment—just a moment—his expression cracked.

But then he closed himself off like he always did.

“Go home,” he said.

You stepped closer.

“You don’t have to do this alone.”

“I do,” he snapped, too fast.

You flinched.

Vinny let out a breath like it hurt to breathe.

“You don’t get it,” he muttered, rubbing a hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t have followed me here. You shouldn’t even want to be around me.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not someone you wait for,” he hissed. “I’m not someone you worry about.”

He turned his back, gripping the handlebars. You stood there, fingers curling into your sleeves, chest hollowing.

“But I do,” you whispered.

And this time, his shoulders tensed like he felt it.

Like he hated that he felt it.

“I don’t want to drag you into this mess,” Vinny muttered. “I don’t want you seeing me like this. You’re… you’re not supposed to see this part.”

“I’ve seen worse,” you said gently.

He turned halfway, his eyes dark and storming. “You shouldn’t have to.”

You stepped closer. Just one step.

“Then let me be stupid. Just for tonight.”

He stared at you for a long time. Said nothing.

Then he laughed under his breath, sharp and joyless. “You’re just a kid.”

You smiled sadly. “So are you.”

That shut him up.

The streetlight flickered again. A gust of wind stirred his jacket. He looked older in the dark. Like someone who’d already lived too many lives for his age.

“You should hate me,” he murmured, more to himself.

“I know.”

“And you don’t.”

“No.”

“…Why?”

You hesitated, heart in your throat.

“Because you’re the only one who made me feel like I wasn’t invisible.”

He didn’t answer.

Not with words.

Instead, he stepped back. Pushed you away—not physically, but with silence so absolute it carved a canyon between you.

“I won’t be the reason you break,” he said finally.

You didn’t tell him he already was.

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