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The Stacks

(help me find the Higuruma artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

Stuck together on an all-night study session at the University library, you and your rival Higuruma Hiromi find you may have more in common than you thought...

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, rivals/enemies to lovers, breaking point smut, mild brat-taming/retribution, 'missionary so we can continue fighting'

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The twilight crept in-- but, while your fellow students were heading out for a night of drinks and debauchery, you walked under the evening-dappled willows, to the entrance of the library. You already knew it would be as quiet as the grave.

In the morning was your final, decisive Law exam; this was it. The culmination of years of effort. The final hurdle before the start of a glorious, prolific career. The recognition of yourself as the best Lawyer that your University had ever produced. And, with a curious, melancholy twinge of anger, the last time you would ever have to share a classroom with--

"You." Two voices rang out through the library entrance corridor; one disgusted, the other surprised. Higuruma Hiromi's hooked nose wrinkled at you, beetle-black eyes glinting as he straightened under a straining bag of books, to full height.

A taut moment of silence. Something in Hiromi's jaw clenched and unclenched rapidly, his foot tapping, and he looked aside. Looking back at you, his fury a thin veneer over a flicker of curiosity, he tensed to feel you sweep past him.

"I'm taking the Law section. You can grab some books, and fuck off to study somewhere else, Higuruma."

"Hey-- hey-- you can get fucked if you think you're taking over the place, sunshine--"

Hiromi prickled, rushing to catch up with you. You raced him, his long spidery legs easily putting him in front of you. Two sets of frantic footsteps running up the staircases, crashing and jostling-- "don't touch me!" "--stop it, you're a fucking menace--" "--not sitting with an arsehole like you all night--"

Hiromi and you approached the Law section at speed, a single plush sofa hidden away within circular stacked shelves, tables running between them like the spokes of a wheel. Hiromi shunted you aside at the last moment, slamming his bag on the couch with a satisfied hoot of success, turning to you with a grin and a twinkle in his eyes.

"Bastard!" You snapped, your hackles raised, and the twinkle in Hiromi's eyes dulled, replaced by tired disappointment as he looked away again, jaw twitching under your hateful gaze. Hiromi huffed, moving to empty his bag of textbooks and scattily-organised notebooks.

"Not like I'm going to stop you from studying here," Hiromi clipped, tense, "Lots of room. Didn't anyone ever teach you to share?" He teased, offering another wan smile. You rejected it categorically.

"I don't share with rats," you snapped, grabbing your bag and slamming it onto a nearby table. Hiromi was silent, tapping his fingers against his thigh, mouth puckering up into a bitter snipe.

"Yeah, well...let me know if you want to borrow my paper from the Spring term," Hiromi offered sarcastically, his anger burning low, "I know you didnt do so well on that one--"

"Shut up! My paper was perfect, it was--"

"--second best in the class?" Hiromi hissed air through his teeth, his crossed legs bouncing and jittery as he started to sort through notes, "Yeah, it's okay, I suppose...always room for improvement though, right?"

"Yeah, well..." You retaliated, stumbling over your words, "...you know where you can find a decent essay on Commercial Law, I know you struggle with it."

Hiromi ignored you, relaxed and not taking the bait. It pissed you off how effortless he found all of this, how he didn't have a competitive bone in his body...and all the while, you had toiled away blood, sweat and tears to get to the position you were.

You sat in stony silence for an hour, studying quietly. Any time you relaxed in his presence, you mentally snapped at yourself, not willing to concede one inch to such a snake--

A cup of coffee from the vending machine was dropped in front of you by one long-fingered, elegant hand. You looked up to see Hiromi loping away, warm and lackadaisical in his slim black jeans and Law school sweatshirt. You bristled. Hiromi sat on the sofa again, rolling his eyes as you pushed the coffee away from you with a huff, his own coffee hiding the hint of a smile on his lips and coal-ember eyes.

You tried to hide a yawn behind your hand. Between studying, and part-time bar work to pay your way, sleep was a rare resource. You knew no light in your life other than that from the candle you burned at both ends. Rubbing your eyes, your elbow slipped when you moved to rest it on the table. Your impeccably written flashcards hit the floor, scattering as you swore, kneeling to pick them up.

A few slow footsteps, and those long-fingered hands appeared in your vision again, helping to collect your flashcards with meticulous care. Your shoulders bunched up, and you snatched the pile of cards from Hiromi's hands when he offered them to you.

"Thank you," you begrudged. Hiromi remained on his haunches, hands clasped in front of him.

"Nice flashcards," he offered, and you bristled again, looking for insult, "want me to quiz you?"

"I can do it by myself," you snapped, turning to sit on your chair again, your back to him. You weren't sure if you heard Hiromi sigh.

"Suit yourself, misery guts." Hiromi moved back to the couch, not partaking in the bitter little competition he had never entered. As the clock ticked onwards, approaching midnight, the sky beyond the windows now an inky black, your brain began to fog. You caught yourself reading the same sentence again, and again, and again--

You heard a persistent little tapping. Hiromi had not looked up from his notes, but patted the spot on the sofa beside him in invitation.

"Come on," he pressed, soft and unyielding, "bring your flashcards over, and I'll quiz you. If we're here all night, we might as well be useful to each other."

Your resolve crumbled, despite your prickles of disgust towards Hiromi, and you picked up your lukewarm coffee and your flashcards to sit beside him. You hadn't realised how cold you were, until you felt the warmth of his thickly muscled thigh against yours. You shivered. Hiromi's gaze flicked up and down your body, his hangdog eyes impassively reading you.

He took off his sweatshirt in one fluid movement, holding it out to you. You pretended to ignore him, turning your face away with a pout. Hiromi scoffed. Momentarily, you squealed in indignation to feel his sweatshirt being pulled over your head, your arms being pushed through the sleeves like you were a child.

"Do as you're told," Hiromi chastised without venom, "and wear my fucking sweatshirt. You're cold." You swallowed, rendered speechless by his warmth, the soft notes of his shampoo, and, to your surprise, cologne.

"Did mummy buy you some nice perfume?" You jabbed, and you blushed as Hiromi surprised you with a laugh, deep, rich and genuine. Hiromi leaned across you, his face skirting so close to yours, on his way to reach for your flash cards. He moved his face even closer, his voice conspiratorial as you felt his warm, coffee'd breath over your lips.

"Mummy still thinks I'm some little boy."

You felt a shiver down your spine, feeling heat pool in your belly and pussy, before mentally shaking yourself. Higuruma Hiromi? You berated yourself internally, don't be so fucking ridiculous.

You had felt your eyes wander to him, early in your first year, his quiet confidence so magnetic. You had almost been pulled into his gravity. Then, he bested you in test, after test, after test, never seeming to break a sweat, being lauded as a prodigy, touted as the youngest Judge the Law school would ever see instated. It hadn't taken long for you to see him as the nuisance he was.

Then, he had done something unforgivably dirty, becoming a filthy little sellout, and your conviction in your opinion of him was solidified with brutal finality.

Your train of thought was interrupted by your coffee being pressed into your hands.

"Drink up," Hiromi urged, his tone broaching no argument, a wonky smile on his face which made your stomach somersault, "and get ready. I won't go easy on you."

And, he didn't. He grilled you mercilessly, becoming more and more thrilled as you snapped back each time with devastating precision and accuracy. The flashcards soon became secondary, and eventually discarded in favour of a soulful debate. The back and forth roared through you both like wildfire. You bounced off Hiromi's challenge with ease, his natural foil, and he took it all with a sultry delight that intoxicated you.

Your legs were entangled, now, facing each other on the sofa, and ribbing each other for all you were worth. You hadn't noticed how low your guard had dropped, until you saw how Hiromi looked at you, your wide sparkling smile, your twinkling eyes, your dimples. His square jaw leaned on one hand, his slim fingers stretching from chin to temple, one finger between his teeth, eyes dipped low and burning through you as he smiled. You gulped, feeling the fire warm you from head to foot.

"I'm, uhm..." you trembled, pushing your glasses up your nose as he raised his eyebrows, otherwise still as a panther in the rainforest, "...uhm...just going to get a snack...want anything?"

"...sure," Hiromi eventually answered, watching with mischief as you untangled your legs from his, "anything." You skittered past Hiromi, and it took everything in his power not to pull you to straddle his lap and see just how much he could steam up your glasses.

Turning the corner to the vending machine, you finally released the breath you had been holding. You fanned your face, pressing buttons, selecting a random assortment of snacks, and tapping your card to the card reader. Three little bleeps-- declined.

You felt a thread of panic. You checked your bank account with your heart in your throat...pennies. Literal pennies left to your name, until payday before the weekend. You now burned with shame, considering just leaving your books and bag and turning tail back to your apartment. Instead, with a furious blush over your cheeks, you headed back to the sofa, Hiromi looking at you curiously as you pulled a book onto your lap, empty-handed.

"Nothing decent," you lied, "sorry." Hiromi was silent; his gaze rendered you transparent in a way that was so unwelcome to you now. You felt a wash of relief as he stood up and walked away.

A few minutes later, Hiromi returned, gently placing a bag of crisps and a bar of chocolate down on the book on your lap. Tears of shame prickles in your eyes.

"You like these, right? I've seen you eat them before," Hiromi mused, gentle and casual. You pressed your eyes and lips shut, tears threatening to overspill.

"You didn't have to," you urged, your voice tight. Hiromi hummed to himself, taking a bite of his chocolate, and raising your chocolate bar to boop you softly on the nose.

"Big day tomorrow...today. You won't do well if you're hungry." A pause. "You work hard. It happens." You flooded with a sickening rush of gratitude, Hiromi's easy empathy almost washing away the shame.

"...thank-- thank you," you mumbled, fingers closing round his, your little heart thumping for him, as you accepted the chocolate bar. "I get paid on Friday, I'll pay you back--"

Hiromi scoffed, playful, "Don't worry about it. Just...buy the second round of drinks." You felt your stomach flip, your fingertips pressed over your mouthful of chocolate as you blushed. He was so casual about it. You couldn't see how his heart pounded in anticipation, awaiting certain rejection.

"...I...uhm...yeah. That sounds...that sounds...nice." Hiromi released the breath he'd been holding in a shaky, quiet whoosh. He felt the bridge of his aquiline nose redden. He tried to look surreptitious as he scooted closer to you on the sofa, pretending to choose a textbook.

The exam in the morning was now the furthest thing from Hiromi's mind. You shivered to feel the heat of his thigh against you again, and your fingers itched to reach out and feel the hot corded muscle of them. Hiromi wanted nothing more than to turn, pull your mouth to his, and share the taste of chocolate on each others' tongues. He was torn by indecision.

Shifting your legs, your textbook tumbled off to the side of you. You leaned back, reaching down to the floor, at the same time as Hiromi leaned over your body, his fingers stretching out, too. You found yourself suddenly bracketed by his lithe, long body, his arms either side of your head and his lap pressed to yours.

You stared up at Hiromi, like a little bunny rabbit, trapped. You reached one hand up to brush the black commas of hair off Hiromi's forehead and he shuddered, feeling his cock throb and fatten behind the zipper of his jeans. He leaned down towards you, pupils dilated, a pit of possessive thrill just above his aching length as he spoke, millimetres away from your lips.

"How long has this been almost happening for?" Hiromi pondered aloud, his cock thickening even faster as you squeaked, little hands gripping his biceps.

"Never," you challenged weakly, "it was never going to happen--"

"Yeah, right," he whispered, low and sarcastic, one hand looping behind your neck in preparation for fucking into your mouth with his tongue, "always the same shit with you--"

"-- it might have happened sooner if-- if you didn't sell yourself to that filthy company to become their corporate lawyer lapdog--"

Hiromi stiffened instantly, pulling away from you, your lips chasing his briefly in confusion. You blinked up at him, feeling so small as his face twisted in fury above you, his eyes incandescent with rage.

"I'm sorry-- what?" He snarled, climbing off of you and leaving you cold, confused, blinking.

"--you--you were scouted by that nasty finance company, right? And you accepted. Everybody said--"

Hiromi laughed, humourless, both of his hands cupping his nose and lower face as he leaned back into the sofa, staring at the ceiling, "Yeah? Everybody says, do they? You listen to everybody, do you?"

You felt a thread of dread run through you, the adrenaline of having almost been taken by Hiromi, now replaced with the adrenaline of confrontation. You felt a ruffle of indignation through you.

"I always thought you'd go that way," you asserted, doubling-down, rendered stupid by the need to win, "some little corporate rat for pay."

Hiromi's teeth clenched so hard, you heard the crunch, and you felt exactly how seriously you had fucked up. You gulped. You stood, brisk. You crammed books and flashcards into your bag, before moving to make a swift exit.

"--a--anyway. Good luck in the morning. Have a nice life."

You hurried away, towards the tightly packed bookshelves, at first hearing silence behind you, before the sudden rush of heavy footsteps chasing you and your heart in your mouth and--

You squealed, forcibly spun by one strong hand, your back slammed against the bookshelves. Books slipped and fell around your head, but none of them hit you; Hiromi barely winced as he craned over you, books tumbling off his head and shoulders while his arms blocked your exit. His hips pressing against your belly trapped you further, and you felt the erection you had left him with, straining against his jeans.

"You're smart, but you're such a fucking know it all," Hiromi spat, urging you to answer for your crimes by forcing eye-contact. You swallowed, heart fluttering between your legs, speechless.

"Oh, what? Now you shut up, huh?" Hiromi tsked, a wonky smile on his face, still twisted in anger as he laughed, humourless, into his shoulder.

"What the fuck did I ever do wrong?" Hiromi demanded, leaning down so the side of his hooked nose pressed against yours, your lips almost touching, "What did I do to make you hate me? So fucking competitive, you act like a total brat to the one guy who's good enough to keep up with you."

"Higuruma, I-- I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"

"Oh, no no no," Hiromi whispered, nose still pressed to yours, his cock rigid and twitching against your belly, "Hiromi, please. Enemies are just as intimate as lovers, after all." You shuddered, and Hiromi felt a drip of pre-cum soak his boxers, to see you finally yielding beneath him, and in his sweatshirt no less.

"...I did accept a job, obviously," Hiromi sniped, watching the colour drain from your face as he told you, "...at the Public Defence Office...you gullible little tart."

"...but if you think I'm such a bad person, how about I fuck you like one, hmm?" Hiromi drank down your squeak with a nose-crinkling grin, before crashing his lips to yours, moaning with relief into your gasping, warm mouth. The tension snapped in you, brittle under Hiromi's righteous rage, and you tangled your arms around his neck, pressing your body flat against his, in a kiss that was three years in the making.

"--oh, fuck yes-- fucking pain in my ass-- hate me all you like, still better than being ignored by you--" Hiromi nipped your bottom lip between his teeth, before sucking it between his, soothing the sting. You could feel how he shook with restraint, wanting retribution for years of ill-treatment. In a fleeting moment of shame-faced acceptance, as Hiromi laid claim to your neck, you realised you absolutely deserved it.

Hiromi marked your neck, sucking with his teeth and lips, raking the neckline of his sweatshirt down to do the same to your collarbones with a sandy moan. He scooped his arms under your thighs, lifting you against him, carrying you back to the sofa where he fell back, forcing you to straddle him. The sudden jolt of your clothed aching pussy against his cock made you both moan, and Hiromi bucked his cock up against you instinctively.

Feeling Hiromi's gaze burning into you again, you blushed, looking aside and sheepish. He reached up, tangling one hand roughly into your hair, tilting your head to the side, examining the lovebites down your neck with a shudder.

"You-- you're such a dickhead-- always came so fucking easy to you--" You whined at Hiromi, blushing as he laughed, his hand snaking under the sweatshirt to cup your breast with a groan of satisfaction.

"Fuck off," Hiromi scoffed, "fucking easy-- you treat me like scum, and you think I'm going to let you see me struggle? Please. Been fighting me for three years when you should have been fucking me instead."

Hiromi scooped your tank top and bra down beneath the sweatshirt, doing the same with his other hand, taking both of your breasts between his long, kneading fingers as he rutted his aching cock up into you.

"So go on then, if you're so clever...fuck me with your clothes on." You whimpered above him, feeling both of your nipples rolled insistently between his thumbs and forefingers. Your skirt had rucked up around your hips, and Hiromi swore under his breath to feel your arousal soak through his jeans, onto his cock.

He bucked up against your pussy again, and you mewled as shockwaves ran through your clit. Hiromi's fingers dug into your breasts, squeezing them with barely-contained need. You did as you were told, and hooked your panties aside, your pussy now flush against Hiromi's concealed length, and began to ride the underside of his weeping cock.

Hiromi threw his head back with a hiss, "Good girl-- not such a brat, now you're doing as you're told..." Hiromi bit his lip, moaning unashamedly to feel you hump yourself to orgasm against him. Despite his punishment of you, he already longed for you to fight back. He bucked his hips into you in challenge, thrilled when you planted your hands on his belly, your breasts squeezed together in his hands beneath the sweatshirt.

"--bet you're-- bet you're really fucking pleased with yourself--" You blushed, tears glittering bitterly in your eyes, moaning into Hiromi's mouth as he laughed again, kissing the pout off your face.

"I am, actually," he gasped, tweaking your nipples hard enough to make you whimper, "--gonna cum on my jeans, huh? Shit...don't know-- you never knew-- so fucking beautiful when you're being mean to me--'

Your thighs burned with the effort of rubbing your pussy against Hiromi, but you felt your orgasm building with the rough friction of Hiromi's trapped, twitching cock. Hiromi helped you, rutting up into you, staring at where your lap joined his, his face twisted into a feral snarl.

"--cum on me-- cum on me...shit, I need it, need to see your face when you finish...come on sweetheart--"

Hiromi's insistent growls send you tumbling over the edge, and you came with the sweetest cries Hiromi had ever heard. He watched you convulse and twist above him, his fingers still rolling over your sore nipples, his pupils blown with lust, teeth clenched with the effort of not spilling in his boxers. Hiromi rutted slowly into you, guiding through the haze of your pleasure until you came back to him, glassy-eyed and supple.

Hiromi released your breasts, flipping you over so your arse was on the edge of the sofa, with you on your back. Kneeling, Hiromi positioned himself between your thighs, one hand squeezing the plush of them, while his other pushed the sweatshirt up, his tongue drawing circles on your belly. You tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging until he moaned into your skin. His mouth travelled downwards, dipping beneath your skirt.

"Want to taste you," Hiromi insisted, yanking your panties down your legs, balling them up and shoving them into his back pocket. You opened your mouth to object, suddenly self-conscious. Hiromi growled at you, squeezing your nipple again until you keened at him, high and whimpering.

"Just shut up, and let me taste you," he growled, nuzzling his nose between your folds in an instant, rubbing it harshly from side to side over your sore, abused clit. You clapped a hand over your mouth to hold back the scream. Hiromi reached up, tugging your hand away and gripping them both together on your belly, "and hear you."

Hiromi swore into your cunt, lost in the taste of you, licking quick little flicks over your clit, in a way that filled your head with stars. Your thighs trembled, and you babbled Hiromi's name, watching with fascination as Hiromi unzipped himself, pulling his fat, heavy cock into his hand. He began to stroke himself with wet little plap plap plaps, soaking your pussy with his spit in preparation for sinking himself between your folds.

"Hiromi I-- right there god yes keep going with your nose I love it-- so good, I-- gonna cum, Hiromi--"

The last syllable of his name was dragged out in a sobbing cry. Hearing you whimpering and begging him as his nose and tongue fucked you through the waves of bliss, was worth all these years of your miserable torture, Hiromi thought lightly.

You blushed deeply as Hiromi came up for air, his gleeful face glistening with your cum. He grabbed you by the hips, yanking you so they almost fell off the sofa at an angle you knew would have you twisting against him.

Hiromi grasped his red tipped cock, and you drank it in hungrily; its pretty upward curve, three thick veins running down its length, the thick jet-black hair trailing down his belly. You felt your mouth water, and Hiromi was hyperfocused, sliding his cockhead up and down your folds with hooded eyes, sloppy and pussy-drunk.

"...fuck...I can't wait-- sorry, I--" Hiromi sheathed his length inside your slippy cunt in one slick thrust, whimpering and gripping you to him with dimpled fingerprints, "-- I can't wait any-- ahhh shit, so tight...squeeze my cock, c'mon--"

You didn't need to be told, clenching involuntarily as Hiromi completely impaled you on his cock. Hiromi gasped and cursed, yanking his t-shirt up and gripping it between his teeth, so he could stare down at where his cock sunk into you unhindered.

He fucked into you, slow and smooth, eyes flitting between your fucked-out face, your hands clawing at the sofa, and his cock pushing through your tight walls, its sweet upward curve dragging harshly against your spongy sensitive spot, nudging into your cervix and belly. Hiromi rolled his thumb around your clit, pinching the fatty flesh around it, gently pleasuring you to feel the way your walls fluttered and gripped him.

You locked your ankles around Hiromi's lower back, dragging an animalistic growl out of him. Hiromi stood bringing your hips with him, holding you by the thighs as he planted one hand on the sofa above your head, and upped his pace, fucking into you with messy abandon.

Watching your glasses bounce in time with your tits as he rammed into you, stoked a competitive urge in Hiromi, and he cursed, spitting venom as he upped his pace again. You arched involuntarily, feeling him fill you with such ragged fucks, that you forget where you were, clenching and whining around him.

You felt a fire, deep in the pit of your belly, watching Hiromi with absolute awe as he chased his orgasm, using your body as a cock sleeve with total reverence. Every muscle in his body twitched with effort, and you felt his cock twitching within you as he moaned and cursed. You clenched your pussy deliberately around his length, and Hiromi almost fell apart, his fingernails leaving crescents in the smooth leather of the sofa, his face twisted in anguished ecstasy.

"--so long waited so long-- shhhhit, ugh, s-so tight-- wet, fffuck...squeeze me agai-- oh fuck yes, cumming, I-- I--"

Hiromi broke off into strangled, desperate strings of moans, spurting hot, thick glugs of cum against your cervix. Hiromi continued to pinch and roll around your clit, and you felt yourself judder weakly as you came again, Hiromi gasping as your wet, velvety walls sucked the last spurts of seed from him.

Hiromi dropped to his knees, weak, still plugged inside you, gasping. He dropped his head onto your belly, grinning at the feel of your fingers sinking into his hair, holding him to you. A few sweet moments of companionable silence.

"...still gonna beat you in the morning, though."

Hiromi laughed into your plush belly, biting the soft skin there until you squealed, hearing him mumble against his sweatshirt.

"You wish."

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veryberryjelly · 8 months

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☕️- 35 with Theodore Nott

❤️❤️

𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

35 - kissing you against a wall / door, legs intertwined around their waist.

you had never imagined you would find someone you love as much as theodore not.

he is the most attentive, kind and loving partner ever. and he always made a big fuss over you so you wanted to do the same for him.

his 18th birthday.

you wanted it to be perfect.

so you had asked his friends for help organising a party for him.

you did your best to keep him out of the dorm after classes, taking him for a walk and a small picnic at the lake.

you knew his friends needed you both gone until 6, so you kept taking glances at his watch to make sure you didnt stay out too long even if you did want to stay out here all night.

but when you saw the time on his watch you knew you had to wrap it up out here and take him inside.

when you arrived back at the slytherin dungeons after a lovely quiet walk, you entered infront of theo, leading him into the common room with a nervous smile on your lips.

the minute he came into view the entire room erupted in cheers of 'surprise' and 'happy birthday'

the common room was draped in banners and streamers and there were tables on either end of the room with food and drink.

not everyone had actually been invited, you had managed to convince some of the students from the younger years to stay in there dorms for a few hours, so he was surrounded by people he liked and cared about.

within seconds theo was being pulled into the middle of the room by his friends and you headed over to some of the girls to let him enjoy his night with his mates.

it was about 30 minutes later that theo found you to pull you away from your conversation with pansy.

your brows furrowed softly when he started leading you up the stairs towards his dorm.

" theo, what are we doing..?" your initial thought was that he was dragging you away because he didn't like the party.

" are you not enjoying yourself? " you stuttered slightly, following him up to his dorm and walking in after him when he opened the door. " i'm so sorry, i thought you'd like this, i'm such an idiot.. i-i can clear everyone out if that's what you w-"

you were cut off from your nervous rambling when theo grabbed your cheeks and pressed his lips to yours. only when you slightly relaxed into it did he pull back and swipe his thumb under your eye to catch the frustrated tear that had fallen there.

" i love it... darling, no one has ever done anything like this for me. and i love you so much for doing this for me "

the smile on his face squashed any of your previous fears that he hated it.

" i'm so glad you liked it..." was all you could think to say before he had his lips on yours again and his hands were travelling down your waist to grab at your thighs and hoist you up onto him.

your legs instantly wrapped around his waist, feet interlocking behind him to keep yourself secured.

his hands moved to under your ass to support you. when he stumbled slightly you let out a soft laugh, cut short when you felt your back press against the door to his dorm.

he pushed you further up against the surface, his lips trailing down your neck and shoulder.

suddenly all the work you had put into his party dissipated and all you cared about was this boy sucking a hickey onto your chest while your dress rode up around your hips.

#🥐 - jelly cafe event #·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 #theo nott #theo nott smut #theo nott imagine #theo nott x you #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott smut #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x reader #harry potter

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yawnjunn · 1 year

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:*:✼ TXT attending your concert ✼*･ﾟ

Woahh its been a while huh...got super busy with life, just failed my physics exam 😜✌️ and now im on my school break, i decided to write this post bcs im SUPERRR bored rn but anyways

╰┈➤ idol!ot5! txt x idol!gn!reader

╰┈➤ no warnings, just fluff

╰┈➤ quick guide : y/n = your name, y/g/n = your group's name, y/f/n = your fandom's name

yeonjun(연준) :

☆ This man isnt afraid to attend your concert WITHOUT covering his face, yk how some artists covered their face and attend their friend's concert? yeah...not yj tho

☆ He might only bring a lightstick, not those extra banners or signs or whatever

☆ The only reason why he only brought a lightstick was bcs, he treats your concert like its his monthly/weekly routine

☆ Youre having a 2 day concert in seoul? You know damn right he'll be there despite his busy schedule

☆ Having a concert in japan? Finds a way to get to japan just to attend your concert

☆ so thats why he didnt feel like the need to bring extras cs in the end, yk hes gonna attend anyways

☆ but that didnt stop fans from screaming whenever they saw yeonjun

☆ he'd probably try to make a conversation with your fans while waiting for you to perform with your group

☆ "so how long have you stan y/g/n ?"

☆ "im a y/n biased, and you?"

☆ when you came on stage and during the breaks between performing, you called out yeonjun

☆ "yeonjun i know youre here somewhere, cameraman pls find yeonjun and point the camera at him"

☆ and when the camera is on him, hes smiling brightly and covered his shy face after getting those cheers from your fans

☆ you'd probably ask him to dance to one of your songs

☆ "yeonjun dance this song for me pls" then hes like shaking his head and all, refusing

☆ but the moment the music started, he danced so well that he literally became the hot topic of your group's show

soobin(수빈) :

☆ well soobin however, he'll come 2 hours early before your concert starts

☆ the reason he came early was because he was excited to give out his handmade freebies

☆ the night before, soobin had asked if he could hand out some freebies to your concert and you found this soooo cute that you told all your fans to find soobin for freebies

☆ he may be a little bit biased but all his freebies are just you.

☆ you wonder, what did he made? well...he made a banner, your photocard that he printed himself using his company's printer, candies of your fav and pastries that he had bake

☆ believe me or not, he woke up as early as 4 am just to make cute little pastries as your concert take place in morning

☆ he believed your fans wouldnt get breakfast, so he baked the pastries for them 😭

☆ as soon as your concert starts, he whipped out his phone so fast and record it and whenever you came on screen, hes like "wahhh theyre so pretty"

☆ when you start singing, he starts crying???? hes way too proud of you that he starts crying and vent to his friends sitting next to him

☆ "you know how hard my baby worked? im so proud of them, i remember them crying every night to me because of training and now look at them, theyre on stage now"

☆ his friend sitting beside him was like, soobin are u okay??? are u drunk?? but either way, his friend can only smile and nod while listening to soobin rant

beomgyu(범규) :

☆ idc what anyone says but this man will be fighting for a front row ticket

☆ literally camps outside the venue like..literally

☆ you had offered him to enter the venue earlier than anyone before the show starts

☆ but he refused this bcs he wants to get them freebies from your fans 😭 instead of giving them out, he wants the freebies himself

☆ goes from fan to fan, if he sees a fan handing out freebies? he'll be speed walking, another fan giving out freebies too? he'll be speed walking

☆ receives the freebies until it couldnt fit in his little bag that he brought with him

☆ as soon as the security lets everyone inside, he'll be running just to get close to the barricade

☆ since hes an idol, i know its ridiculous but he'll be surrounded by 2 of his protocol team 😭

☆ even though he had brought his 2 protocol teammates, he'd somehow make them enjoy your concert too

☆ like when your group tells the fans to jump, beomgyu would convinced his protocol buddies to jump aswell

☆ you spot beomgyu in the crowds and he'd wave you like crazy, like a fan boy 😭 ...does beomgyu knows that youre his lover???? 😭😭😭

☆ but anyways, he'll go on weverse and post the concert pics and take a photo of the freebies he received

☆ "what an amazing night, they look so beautiful tonight and thank you to y/f/n for giving out the freebies, i'll be keeping it forever"

taehyun(태현) :

☆ this man is quite lowkey but he is a hardcore stan of yours

☆ hes a bit dissappointed when he founds out that he wasnt the first one to arrive at the venue, he was like "2 hours before the concert starts, and theres alot of people waiting..." poor him, he thought he was the first 😭

☆ he'd show up with his mask on and a cap as he didnt want the fans to know he came to see you

☆ but that kinda failed as your fans started to notice his famous boba eyes in the crowds

☆ this made him open his mask, since theres no point in using it 😭

☆ as soon as y/g/n performs, yk damn well he'd be taking tons of videos

☆ he'd sing along to your songs and dance to some of it

☆ he memorised the fanchant too !!!

☆ bro got jealous when he sees y/f/n got the banners like...ugh he wants one too????

☆ he was like "see i knew i shouldnt have brought lightstick only"

☆ politely asks y/f/n for some extra banners

☆ believe me or not, he'd use those digital text on his phone that says, "y/n please notice me"

☆ luckily you noticed this and blew him a kiss and in return, he gave you a big heart which made you giggle on stage which also made y/f/n cheer louder

hueningkai(휴닝카이) :

☆ you think hes gonna go alone to your concert? nope

☆ he'll invite everyone he knows, his members, his family, his staffs. literally everyone to show how talented you are

☆ as much as you would love your boyfriend to bring in alot of people, apparently it has limits

☆ so in the end, he only brought his 2 sisters, lea and hiyyih

☆ dont worry, he paid for their tickets lmao

☆ LOVES receiving freebies from y/f/n

☆ when lea or hiyyih got your photocard from the freebies, he'd say smthn like "can i have that..?"

☆ not only he likes receiving freebies but hes also a merch buyer. sees a cute wristband for the lightstick? he'll buy. a cute shirt? he'll buy. a batch with your face on it? he'll buy.

☆ he'll buy everything that has your name or your face on it, until lea told him to stop unless he wants his bank account balance to be $0

☆ he'll do anything to get noticed by you, even tho he knows youre his lover

☆ before the concert, he texted, 'i'll be on the middle row, 3rd line from the front!!'

☆ but he decided to go extra as he thought you'd forget to see him so yk what he did? he brought glowing light sticks with him to make him more noticable 😭😭

☆ when you noticed him, you gave him a heart and him being a fanboy of yours, he started giggling and bragged to his sisters, "did you see that? they definitely gave that heart to me"

☆ after the concert ends, he'd ask one of his sisters to take photos of him doing cute poses whenever youre on screen, like him doing a big heart whenever you show up on the screen

☆ fans found this cute as they started uploading his leaked pictures doing those poses

☆ people may or may not label you guys as the couple of the year 🤭

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heivexl · 6 months

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THE GREAT WAR -: LHS

synopsis: your ex and you were going through a rough patch in your relationship, instead of trying to fix things he ghosted you ultimately failing to win the great war. to ‘cope’ you wrote songs about him to hopefully one day scream it in his face. but now that you were here standing infront of the crowd of the award show you find a familiar face, and what song were you performing?

the song you wrote about him.

warnings : kissing, cursing, lmk if i missed anything (reader gets back with heeseung quite quick…idk if i like the ending so sorry☹️)

paring: idol!heeseung x fem!idol!reader

fixing your hair in the mirror before performing, you took a deep breath and practice your smile. you’ve performed and practiced many times but why was something in your stomach telling you that something would go wrong today? maybe it was your breakfast. whatever. you hear your manager call you over for showtime, nodding you walk over to perform the show of your life.

your group gets into positions as the platform rises to the stage, you all hear the crowd roaring making you look at each other and silently laugh. the ear monitor cues you guys to start your intro.

after your performance, your group leaves the stage but you are left alone back facing everyone making the crowd whisper wondering what you were doing. and to be honest, you didnt know what you were doing either. this was the first time you performed this song, it was always in the studio as a draft. it never crossed your mind to publish it not knowing if the public would like it. you turn around and walk up to the mic. taking a deep breath and your ear monitor taps notifying you that your about to start you hear the music making the crowd scream of adrenaline.

‘ My knuckles were bruised like violets. Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked. Spineless in my tomb of silence. Tore your banners down, took the battle underground ‘

you sang looking around in the crowd hesitantly taking in how big it was. this was probably the first time you took it in as you tried avoiding eye contact with crowd while performing to calm your nerves down but you couldn’t help but admire the people swaying their lightsticks.

‘ My hand was the one you reached for. All throughout the Great War, Always remember tears on the letter. I vowed not to cry anymore. If we survived the Great War ‘

slowing you got comfortable with performing alone and got out of your shell while singing dancing a bit to the beat. while singing your forgot that there was a side where idols and groups would watch, not wanting to have bad etiquette you turned over to face them while holding your mic and observed each group naming most of them. your eyes then were directed to a group in the back row all the way at the end. as you were about to turn your attention back to the crowd your eyes stopped at a certain face.

him.

the great war.

lee heeseung.

‘ It turned into something bigger somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed. Your finger on my hair pin triggers, soldier down on that icy ground. Looked up at me with honor and truth broken and blue, so I called off the troops ‘

for some reason you froze, not in the way where you stopped singing. in a way where you kept singing but to him

you wanted this

you wanted to stand there screaming this song in his face. a song where you let him know how hard you wouldve fought for you two, the song that when you finished writing you smiled imagining the look on his face. the moment that you were dying for.

revenge

why wasnt it feeling good?

why were your eyes tearing up?

ever since that day he ghosted you leaving you with your thoughts you hoped that the next time he saw you you’d be shining on stage having a smug smile on your face proving to him to him that you moved on and didn’t need nor care for him anymore, that he’d be on his knees begging and crying for you

so why were you crying?

maybe you weren’t ready to face him

hell, you arent even over him.

not your proudest moment you agree. standing in front of your ex singing him the song you wrote about your hurt when he left. he leaned in looking at you with doe eyes, but you had to pull away. you couldn’t, even if you were strong enough (and over him) you couldn’t sing a song about your pain to those eyes

the same eyes you fell in love with

the eyes you saw fall out of love with you in argument

the eyes you swore you’d see at the alter

those eyes are now the eyes your seeing fade away as water fills up your eyes.

turning back to the crowd you pushed back your tears hoping no one noticed

‘ There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair, and we will never go back ‘

the music stops and the lights dim finalizing the performance. the crowd cheers one last time before you turn your back walking backstage looking to the side one last time seeing his eyes follow you as he stood up to walk away.

your group cheers for you when you make it back to the makeup room, praising you as they were watching you on the tv in the room. thanking them you change out of your stage outfit to normal clothes ready to leave knowing enhypen doesn’t leave anytime soon

you walked out of the room first to get waters for your group. walking down the hallway you hear someone caling you, a voice too familiar. not wanting to face him you walked faster

“y/n! please!”

sighing you stop walking letting him catch up to you.

as you felt him behind you, you turned around facing him. you never thought youd be this close to him since the ‘breakup’. . “its been a while huh” he said chuckling lowly rubbing the nap of his neck. looking at him unamused he looked down at his feet “lets go to a empty room yeah?” he asked, nodding reluctantly you followed him. sitting down on the chair in the room, he sat on the chair across from you.

“i know i owe you a explanation, give me 5 minutes and i’ll explain everything.”

“fine.”

he wasted no time almost cutting you off to speak.

“the last argument we had before i…left.

i had gotten accepted to i-land and as bad as it sounded, i didnt want to tell you. we were already arguing about not being able to spend enough time with one another as a highschool couple, i knew that if i debuted that would only add fuel to fire. that night i was suppose to tell you i had gotten into i-land so we could talk it out in person but you told me you couldn’t meet with me that night as you had to work overtime, i dont know why but that struck a nerve in me. there was no reason to but i think that was our biggest argument ever. the great war if you will.” he joked getting a chuckle out of you

“but we spent that whole night arguing, well mostly me saying how i didn’t feel valued by you knowing damn well it was me that was the problem, but before i hung up the phone…”

he paused hesitant of what he was gonna say next

“i still regret it so much. it keeps me up till this day but i was so angry i didnt even get to process your pleas for us.”

you remembered it all too well

“heeseung please, i’m at work”

“and i have something to tell you that is important that will make or break this relationship but clearly your too busy”

“no-“

you choked on your sob trying to speak clearly

“we can talk as soon as i get off my shift just give me 40 minutes” you said looking at the clock

“no! i dont even know if your my girlfriend or just a person i barely see. i dont even feel appreciated in this relationship y/n, are you even trying?”

now he was playing with fire.

“are you serious? me who isn’t trying? i havent seen you in weeks heeseung. i try my best to show up to all your events, plan stuff for us only for you to cancel for practice. of course you dont know if im your girlfriend

i dont even know myself!”

you said through sobs. the silence over the phone was killing you, was he even listening?

“heeseung?

…

heeseung?

…

heeseung.

please love. we wont fight anymore if you just give me till the end of my shift for us to talk.”

more silence as tears ran down your face quicker.

“heeseung please…

ill be yours completely just give me time to finish this. lets not let this fight get between us yeah? “

beep

fuck.

quickly you close your workplace locking the door as you ran to heeseungs house. you couldn’t lose him not over the phone.

making it to his house you knock on his door hoping he’d answer knowing his parents weren’t home.

knock

after more knocking you had gotten tired

once you had gotten home you passed out on your bed tired from today

your body woke you up. looking around it was dark, picking up your phone it read 4:54 AM. youve been asleep for 5 hours. you decided to text heeseung to see if he wanted to talk things out in the morning when he actually woke up

heeseung

heeseung?

he blocked you.

“im an pussy, i know that. when i heard your pleas i started to cry to the point i couldn’t even respond i realized then how much i really did hurt you punishing you for things you had never did. i was trying to collect my thoughts and just as i was about to speak my phone died. i ran around like a mad man asking anyone for a charger, mom told me she saw you knocking on our door through the camera but i was already at the train stop. i wanted to talk to you before i had to leave at 12 AM but your shift wouldve lasted until then. during i-land i wanted to text you to talk but we couldn’t use our phones and after i debuted your number wasn’t available anymore.

im not asking for you to come back to me because i know i hurt you really bad to write a really good breakup song but

please forgive me” he said with his voice shaking

you didnt know how to respond as now he was actually on his knees crying for you

his eyes welled up even more with the silence

“that was 7 minutes actually…” you said

you both laughed as you helped him up hugging him.

“thank you for the explanation and apology.”

“i dont know if this is too soon but ive missed you. even if i didnt show it back then i really did miss you.”

“would it be bad if i said i did too despite wanting to get revenge on you?”

“no, not after what i did.”

“i really thought i lost you. that you hated me”

“i think you should be the one hating me” he laughed as he held your face

“you’re still as beautiful as i remember.”

“will you be mine again?…

as we survived the great war.”

“yes, just promise me something”

“anything.”

“that we’d never go back to that point of our relationship.”

“never going back to the great war” he smiled as he held you

later that night when you two were on the phone catching up and reliving memories as boyfriend and girlfriend again he decided he was gonna go to bed. exchanging goodnights, you laid in your bed after hanging up the phone smiling like a fool.

picking up your phone you open your notes app with the lyrics lf your song adding lyrics.

‘That was the night I nearly lost you, I really thought I lost you. We can plant a memory garden. Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair. There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair, and we will never go back

I vowed I would always be yours

'Cause we survived the Great War ‘

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heartbinn · 1 month

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Cookies and cream

Hwang Hyunjin birthday special-!

Prompt; Mn got a little too caught up in wanting to celebrate his boyfriend's birthday with just the two of them, he didnt realize everything was gonna go wrong. But would he go back to fix it??

Hyunjin x mreader

It's the day! Finally!! But.. will it go as planned? Mn had pretended to oversleep on purpose. He wanted his boyfriend to be gone by the time he wakes up, and knowing Hyunjin, he wouldn't be woken up either.

So, when Hyunjin had to leave for practice, Mn immidiately was up to the sound of the front door being locked. He got himself ready, washing his face and all that.

Was he looking forward to this day?? Well.. he can't say yes.

But why, he should be happy for his boyfriend. Well, it was Mn who messed up.

He had tried to order a cake about a week before. And.. let's say it didnt go as planned. He was too naive for a moment, not even thinking about the cake. Flavor? Frosting? Fruits? Decoration?

It might have been a little extra, but he immidiately hung up the phone when those questions were asked. Alright, not calling again for sure. He went through other bakeries near. But.. they all had one problem.. too expensive, too short time, having a day off.. and Mn found himself on wednesday, Hyunjin's birthday, without a cake.

Again he was being naive. Baking a cake at home can't be that hard right? Right? Sure, he'll be done in no time!!

Only.. it wasn't easy at all.

Mn put up some decorations, nothing too cheesy, so no 'happy birthday' banner across the living room, but it was still decent.

He put out some candles so by the time Hyunjin arrived, it would smell nice for his taste.

Then.. after everything else. It was time for the cake.

"Alright lets see.. we have.. eggs.. sugar.. milk.. and.. oh whatever, i'll just use whats home" the boy muttered under his nose.

Yeah sure. As if it's that easy.

Let's not forget to mention, an hour of 'the baking ' was passed with him sitting on the counter, looking at cake tutorials and recipes on his phone.

17:54..

And the time just passed. And Jino, so cliché, like in a movie, was covered in flour, a bowl of.. well.. definitely something before him.

He didn't even realize how much he had been in the kitchen, it was only when he heard the sound of keys hitting eachother, and that familiar click of the lock being turned. Oh.

He just froze, pretending he wasn't there. Alright. It's not Hyunjin. Please don't let it be Hyunjin. But of course, who else could it be.

Speaking of, as if on cue, the idol had entered the kitchen, throwing his bag down to the side. As he was about to head to find his boyfriend in the bedroom, he stopped in his tracks.

The only thing he saw, was Mn standing alone in the dimly lit kitchen, covered in.. well.. whatnot..

His lips parted. "Mn..?" He called out for him, not having imagined what Mn could be doing right now.

"Um.." was all could the boy get out. So uh. How do he explain this.

He didn't even have to process when Hyunjin had approached, standing in front of him.

He felt a hand under his chin, tilting it up just slightly, to look into those pretty eyes he fell for. Hyunjin pressed his own finger against his tounge, moving it to wipe powdered sugar off of Mn's nose and cheeks.

He could only blush as if Hyunjin's fingers left a trail of pinkness behind. And soon followed his lips, first on his cheek, then his jawline, then his lips. Soft kisses with Hyunjin always felt like a touch of heaven.

He pulled away and looked at Mn. "Love.. what were you doing." he questioned only to look around. Mn's phone lit up with some tutorial video, looking at the ingredients, he had an assumption "Were you baking a cake.. for uh.. for me?"

Mn could only nod, a little shameful he got caught. "Uhm.. you weren't supposed to be home so soon. Sorry. I uh.. i got into some troubles with ordering one.." He could barely finish the sentence when he felt Hyunjin's plump lips on his again.

"Mhmm.. you know you didn't have to do all that love" he chuckled "The kitchen is a mess" He had of course, meant that just to tease his boyfriend.

"Heyy i tried okay??" He tried to sound firm but couldn't help but laugh too.

"Mhm.. I'll help you okay? We'll make sure it tastes good atleast" He smiled. He couldn't say he was excellent at baking or cooking but he sure had picked up a thing or two from Felix.

Even if they wanted to explain how they did manage to make a cake, none of the two could. The whole time they were more distracted by teasing eachother then baking, yet somehow, they had a very, very small cake on the counter. It looked bad sure, but.. well.. did it taste good?

Jino took a knife, cutting it up in slices. Six at max, as mentioned, it didn't end up big. He put one slice on a porcelain plate, taking a small part of it with a fork and holding it up before Hyunjin "For the Birthday boy..~!"

Hyunjin laughed, he himself beginning to blush a little "Are you sure its safe to eat? You didnt put salt instead of sugar right?" He joked.

"Shut upp just eat it" He held the fork as Hyunjin finally ate the small piece.

he swallowed it, pausing "Yeah next time we should just ask Felix for one. But i guess its edible"

"Hold on" Jino took a bite for himself "uh.. uhh yeah uh.. i guess.. we'll eat it.. somehow.."

Well, it wasn't the best but wasn't the worst either. They put the remaining cake in the fridge and headed to the bedroom.

"Wait" Mn said as Hyunjin sat on the bed. He went and opened the closet, pulling out a small box and sat next to Hyunjin. "Okay so- it's not much but.. i got you a small gift.. it's also a little cheesy but.. cute i guess.."

Now Hyunjin was curious. He took the box and took off the top. Looking inside, there was first a picture of him and Mn together. "Oh- no wait that's.. that's so cute.. you're so pretty.. do you mind if i take this to the studio next time i record a song? To look at you"

Mn blushed. "Yeah of course, i don't mind" he smiled as he saw Hyunjin putting it on the nightstand.

He looked in and took out.. brushes? Paint brushes.. all kinds. "New brushes..? Thank you but.. my old ones are just fine Mn" he hummed

"Look close Jinnie" He said, taking a mental note of Hyunjin's face expression when he noticed the small encravings in them.

'For Mn's lover' 'i love you' 'us' 'kkami's dad' and others. Sure it was cheesy and all but.. kinda cute..

Hyunjin's face lit up and he immidiately hugged Mn, recognizing it as not enough, he gave him a nose kiss. "I love you Mn" was all he muttered, putting the box down, and taking ahold of Mn's waist, pulling him on top of himself in a cuddle type of way.

Mn wanted to laid there peacefully, now on his back, with Hyunjin pressing kisses against him. His face, neck, hands, even his stomach were covered in the ever fading lipstick he had tried on before noon.

Mn loved all the attention but the way his heart fluttered, and stomach tensed each kiss he couldn't be at peace.

"I love you Mn" he said again, now calm, buried in Mn's neck. "Next time tell me before you bake something mh?"

"I love you more jin" he had his fingers tangled in his boyfriend's hair. "No i won't. It was fun" he smirked a little.

"Of course you won't" he rolled his eyes playfully. "I know you" oh yes he did.

The two just laid there silently enjoying eachother. It wasn't too late in the night yet, and they still had to shower. And if Hyunjin gets to decide, after a bath together, they won't be sleeping tonight.

Happy birthday Hyunjin<3

#stray kids #skz #skz x reader #stray kids x male reader #male reader #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #jiniret #x reader #birthday

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