#i’m……. i keep gasping every time she texts me.

[elllisaaa]

no nut november - hwang hyunjin (1st to lose)

-> pairing : hyunjin x fem!reader

-> words count : 2,6k

-> genre : smut, etablished relation

-> warnings : slight pussydrunk!hyunjin, sending nudes, teasing, dirty talk, praising, unprotected sex, marking, oral (f. receiving), fingering, creampie, use of 'good girl', nipple play, begging + the way i'm depicting hyunjin does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language

-> masterlist | skz masterlist | no nut november

When all the members agreed to this stupid bet, Hyunjin was determined not to lose, or at least, not to lose before Jisung. Everyone knew both of them would be the first to be out, it was obvious, but he had his pride. He just wanted to not be the first to lose. Because he had a bit of consciousness left ; his sex drive was too high to not do anything for a whole month, but one week, maybe he could handle it. 

He didn’t text you right away, thinking about all the things he had to do and that he would see you tonight ; he’ll tell you at this moment. But when he got home, you were not here, just a note saying you were spending the night at your best friend's because she wasn’t feeling well. Hyunjin didn’t think much of it, going on about his day casually texting with you. He didn’t recall the bet once because they had all agreed not to talk about it in order not to disturb them while they were working. 

It’s only when, three days after the agreement was made, you sent him a picture of you, wearing only your underwear, that he realized he totally forgot to tell you. He came very late last night and just wanted to sleep. And you left very early in the morning, which didn’t give him a chance to address a word to you. 

Hyunjin gulped loudly, closing his eyes and trying to think about all the most disgusting things he knew, just to stop the memories of you and your sweet voice moaning his name coming back into his mind. But it was too late. He had a bonner, and all he wanted was to came back home and fuck you. 

He resumed practicing his choreo, but all he was thinking about was you. Your face when he gave you what you wanted, your moans when he got down on you, your mouth wrapped around his cock, your tight little cunt that he was just wishing to be buried into right now. And all of that didn’t help him to calm down, nor the fact that you were actually still wearing only your underwear when he stepped into your apartment. He knew you were more comfortable like that when you were alone but you always put something back on before he got home - or you would end up fucking like bunnies everytime. But he came back earlier and the sight in front of his eyes was very, very tempting. 

“- Baby… Why are you doing this to me ?”

You turned around with a grin on your face, letting the meal you were cooking warm up behind you, still not aware of how difficult you were making it for him to keep his calm. 

“- Doing what ? Thought you liked it…”

You stopped the gas under your pot before stepping closer to him, noticing how tense his jaw was. 

“- Are you alright Jinnie ?

- Yeah, yeah, don’t worry. You’re just… I can’t resist.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his compliment. You always liked men being vocal about how much you were driving them crazy, and Hyunjin just reinforced that by telling you everything that crossed his mind at every moment. 

“- Why would you have to resist though ? I’m here to please you.”

You smiled once again, finally reaching him and pecking his lips, making him gasp and going stiff. 

“- I… Me and the boys made a bet.”

You frowned and tilted your head to the side, wondering which dumb shit it was this time, and if it was coming from your boyfriend or Jisung. 

“- And what is it ?

- No nut november.”

The laugh that escaped your lips was so loud that Hyunjin was torn between finding your smile beautiful and feeling vexed that you thought he was so bad at controlling himself. The pout on his face told you exactly that when you were finally able to look at him again. You put your hands on his cheeks, still smiling from ear to ear. 

“- And you agreed ?

- Yeah, why ?

- Baby… We both know that you won’t last a week in this. You’re so hard right now, and I haven’t done anything yet.”

Hyunjikn groaned, closing his eyes to stop himself from looking at your thighs, and your lips, and your whole body. Still, you were absolutely right. He knew he wouldn’t last long, but he thought he was stronger than that. While he was thinking, you started to run your fingers through his hair, kissing his cheeks but never his lips. 

“- So ? Am I still “so in for it” or not ?”

He thought about it for a moment. Yes, he would never hear the end of it if he lost on the third day, and Jisung’s ego will get even bigger. But what was the point ? He didn’t want not to touch you for a month when you were literally his stress reliever. 

Without saying a word nor answering to you, he put his hands on your hips and his lips on yours, making you smile into your passionate kiss. He gave up so much more easily than you thought, but you weren’t going to complain. Hyunjin broke the kiss just to let his eyes wander all over your half-naked body. 

“- Like what you see ?”

He licked his lips, his hands sliding from your hips to your ass with a grin on his face. And even if you should be used to it, the fact that he was effortlessly so hot still made a shiver run down your spine.

“- So much… Makes me want to fuck you right now.”

Your own hands slipped under the hem of his shirt, your fingers running across his warm skin. And it was driving him crazy. It’s been three days since he had felt your touch for the last time, and he didn’t want to contain himself any more. It’s already been too long for him. 

Hyunjin pushed your hips into his, letting you feel his hard cock under his clothes, and kissed you once again. You could feel his heated skin through his still clothed body. And that was driving you insane. You could make fun of Hyunjin all you wanted, but you knew you were not any better. You couldn’t have resisted him more than he did. Your sex drive was as high as his, but you were grateful he gave in first - wouldn’t have been good for your image. 

Soon enough, you felt Hyunjin’s tongue licking your lips, and you opened your mouth with a little whimper, kissing him hungrily while your hands were gripping his shirt, forcing him to break the kiss to take it off. You stepped back and settled on top of the kitchen’s counter, and then pulled Hyunjin between your legs, your face inches away from his. 

“- Then fuck me Jinnie… I want you so bad…”

And that did it for him. Hyunjin let his head fall into your neck, sucking on it, licking it, biting it, and making you moan and tug his hair in your fingers. His own hand already found the clip of your bra and took it off. His lips traced a trail from your neck to your nipples that he quickly took in his mouth, getting you to whine his name and grip tightly at his roots. 

“- I missed feeling your skin…”

You smiled at how innocent this comment was even though Hyunjin was playing with your breast, and that his lips were making their way to your soaked panties. Your boyfriend was always eager to eat you out. Of course he loved it when you sucked him off, but he could spend hours between your legs without getting tired of your taste, or the noise you were making every time he did. And well, you couldn’t protest when he was this good with his mouth. 

Hyunjin kept eye contact with you while he slowly took off your panties. He threw them away somewhere in the room, kissing your inner thighs and making his way to your cunt. You sighed, relaxing completely under his touch, spreading your legs wide and tugging at his hair. When he finally put his mouth on your clit, you moaned and closed your eyes shut, the familiar rush of pleasure coursing through your veins. 

“- God… I wouldn’t have survived one month without your mouth on me…”

Hyunjin chuckled against you, sending vibrations that made you shiver. He stuck his tongue out, practically making out with your clit as you were clenching around nothing, whining and grinding against his face.

“- You really love tasting me baby, don’t you… ?”

You let out a shaky breath when your boyfriend pressed a finger against your entrance, teasing you a bit before pushing it between your folds and making you moan loudly. He didn’t stop licking you all this time, a mix of his saliva and your juices dripping down from your cunt to the counter beneath you. 

“- Yeah… Pussy drunk are you ? Of course you are… Look at you baby, face buried into me like you didn’t eat me out just three days ago…”

As much as you liked teasing him, it was getting difficult to even think of a single thing, and your words were quickly replaced by never ending and louder moans each time his now two fingers pressed against your sweet spot. You just stopped talking for a while, the heat in your body starting to get unbearable. 

“- Jinnie… P-Please… A little more… Just n-need… More…”

Hyunjin almost whined at you begging for him, for his tongue and fingers to give you what you were waiting for. Your hands were gripping his hair tight, and he could have come untouched just from the feeling and the view of your blissed out face. But he wanted to be in you so bad, he just pressed his tongue harder on your clit, overstimulating you a bit while you were coming just for him. 

He let you come back from your orgasm while he was wiping off your juices that dripped on his chin. Hyunjin smiled at you when you opened your eyes, looking so fucked out he just wanted to burry himself deep in you. 

“- Wouldn’t survive a month without eating you out…”

You heard his mumbled words and it made you laugh : you two were definitely not made for this type of challenge, but it didn’t even cross your mind as you kissed Hyunjin and your hands were sliding his pants down his thighs, his boxer following quickly. 

“- Want you in me…”

You were asking for it so sweetly, how could he say no to you ? (and yes, he had convinced himself that he caved in only because you were looking really gorgeous, not because he couldn’t hold back anymore.) Hyunjin guided his cock to your cunt, letting only the tip slide into you. 

“- How much do you want it love ? Tell me… ”

He liked to tease you just before entering you, just before he couldn’t tease anymore because he was always too far gone in your warm, tight, wet cunt. He was crazy over you, over this feeling. But at the same time, he couldn’t resist the urge to hear you beg for him, for his cock one more time. 

“- P-Please… 

- Please what ?

- Want your dick in me… Want you to be rough…

- That’s my good girl…"

You almost cried at the feeling of him entering you fully, making you feel on the verge of tears from the overwhelming feeling of his warm body against yours. Hyunjin’s lips were only inches from yours and you leaned in to kiss him hungrily while he was putting his hands on your waist and started to move back and forth. Both your moans were muffled by your messy kisses, feeling saliva drip from your mouth to your chin, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when his dick in you felt like heaven. 

“- Shit… You’re so tight love… 

- Just for you… For your big cock…

- Yeah ? Big enough for your little wet cunt ?

- Fuck ! Yes… Don’t stop… C-Close…”

As your second orgasm was approaching, you started to lose your words, only capable of letting out some words here and there, and rutting your hips against Hyunjin. You nuzzled your face into his neck, muffling your moans against the sensitive skin, making your boyfriend shiver, loving to be so close to him, even though his pace was all but romantic. 

“- Gonna cum love ?

- Y-Yeah… Keep going p-please…”

Hyunjin sped up the rhythm of his hips, feeling you getting tighter with each thrusts, then getting sloppier and messier, telling you he was also almost there too. You also knew he liked to be praised when he was about to come. So you did just that.

“- You’re making me feel so good baby, so full… Love it when you lose control like this, just for me… You’re going to make me come with your big dick…”

Your boyfriend moaned against your lips, his forehead pressed against yours and his fingers digging into the skin of your hips so deep you hesitated between whining in pleasure or in pain. 

“- Ah- So good for me Hyunjin… Want you to fill me up… Come on, give it to me…”

“- Baby… Fuck !”

And that did it for Hyunjin. It only took him a couple more thrusts before he reached his high, cumming hard inside of you. And the feeling of his hot seed spilling in your cunt pushed you over the edge too, crying out in pleasure, joining the fucked out songs your boyfriend was letting out as he continued moving until it all started to feel too much. 

Both of you needed a moment to come back to reality, looking each other in the eyes and smiling softly before sharing a sweet kiss. You sighed, leaning totally against Hyunjin’s firm body while he stocked your back softly. You didn’t know what was to gain if he won the bet, but judging by your actual state, you didn’t care much, rather not at all. 

“- Go to the shower baby, I’ll warm up our meal and we could watch the drama we started last time. How’s that sound ?

- Perfect. I love you so much…”

You giggled before kissing him and muttering an “I love you too” against his lips. You pushed him away from you, just so you could get down off of the counter and put back your underwear, preventing his cum from spilling out of you and dripping down your thighs. Hyunjin stared at you, frowning and you understood something was bothering him.

“- What ?

- Sure you don’t need help to clean up ?

- Yes, I’m sure. I can do that myself, and I know you need your shower after work.”

Hyunjin took you in by your waist to kiss you before gathering his spare clothes on the floor and getting to the bathroom. Once there, he took his phone out of his pants, sending a message in the group chat.

Hyunjin shutted his phone off for the night, wanting to enjoy this moment with his sweet girlfriend that he could have whenever he wanted while the other would have to contain themselves. And for him, that was the real victory.

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[marlenesluv]

Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny. (OP)

summary: being the mclaren admin, you’re quite close with the papaya boys, one more than the other…

note: never had a redhead/strawberry blonde fc, but i love red hair, so this is for all my redhead/strawberry blonde babes 😗 also this seems short :( i’m sorry, ill try to post again in a few!

based on this idea i had a while back -> post link

fc: bella anderson (bellaanderrson on insta)

pairing: oscar piastri x mclaren admin!fem reader

type: smau

warnings: very slight suggestive comment, not bad tho

masterlist here -> masterlist link

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liked by: oscarpiastri, landonorris, and 89,193 others

y/n.user: media day vibes + a photo kika insisted i include 😐

view comments…

francisca.cgomes: you look so pretty❤️🤗

↳ y/n.user: you looking in a mirror? bc yes you are

f1updates: favorite posts from the best admin in f1 🙏

oscarpiastri: look at me on that scooter

↳ y/n.user: scootah 🦘🇦🇺

↳ oscarpiastri: if you and lando could stop making fun of me now

↳ landonorris: you know we never will mate

papayaedits81: brooo, i love this trio sm :’)

user3: she’s too pretty to be stuck with these men ugh

↳ user6: you mean the hottest men on earth??

↳ user3: they aren’t that hot

↳ user6: *GASP* GET. OUT.😖

mclaren: slay queen

↳ danielricciardo: y/n we know it’s you

↳ mclaren: no…..

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: landonorris, oscarpiastri, and 372,924 others

mclaren: 🧡💙double podium weekend💙🧡

view comments…

user5: somehow, y/n eats every time with her photos and posts

y/n.user: 🧡🧡🧡🧡

f1edits: y/n commenting on posts she makes is too good

4ln81op: PODIUMMMMMMM LFGGG

user9: WOOOOOHOOOOOOOO

oscarpiastri: cool photos!😎

↳ mclaren: thank you, mr. piastri 🫡

f2postsss: boom, double podium

opfanpage3: oscar looks so good in theseee

papayaboys: love these pics sm!! y/n, once again, you slayed this up

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story:

seen by: oscarpiastri, lilymhe, and 82,193 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: oscarpiastri, logansargeant, and 92,203 others

y/n.user: preoccupied🌹

view comments…

f1updatepg: WOAH????

user7: hold up now, pump the breaks. WHO is that man???

paddockposts: y/nnnnn spill who this is????

landonorris: i know something everyone else doesn’ttttttt

↳ y/n.user: lando😳 zip it

↳ carlossainz55: he told me already….

↳ charles_leclerc: lol………..

↳ y/n.user: STOPPPPP

op81: oscar linking but not commenting?? fishy

francisca.cgomes: mwahahahaha i am matchmaker

y/nfanpage7: anyone else thinking it might be a driver??

↳ f1edit0: yea but who? i don’t wanna assume lando/oscar but she is closest to them, yknow?

↳ user4: i was thinking maybe logan idk

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

texts with oscar:

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: logansargeant, y/n.user, and 368,130 others

tagged: y/n.user

oscarpiastri: i would say she’s judy hoops because zootopia is one of her favorite movies, but she’s more nick wilde 🧡

view comments…

y/n.user: does that make you judy hoops?

↳ oscarpiastri: i’ll be judy if you’re nick, babe

↳ y/n.user: so i’m sly and you’re dumb?

↳ oscarpiastri: sure, but only you can call me dumb bunny🤷‍♂️

↳ pierregasly: y’know hes down bad when he’s into this shit

↳ francisca.cgomes: you’re talking? really

↳ y/n.user: LMAO

f1wags: HOLD UP. WAIT A MINUTE😳😳😳 I LOVE THIS

user5: this is calling me lonely in every language

formulawags7: WOAH keep it in your pants there oscar, talking bout “only you can call me dumb bunny” OK

op81edits: oscar having a gf just makes him more bold and i’m loving it

papayaedit9: they actually are so cute together stopppp

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

oscar on a podcast, clip of him talking about you:

(interviews name: matt)

matt: “well, mate. i know we are running low on time now, but we are going to end it off with some fan questions.”

oscar: “awesome.”

matt: “alright, i’m not going to lie, a lot of people are very curious on how you and y/n started dating. who initiated it? how long?”

oscar: “um…yeah. kind of a long story, i’ll make it shot though.” *laughs* “when i came to mclaren last year, i actually had a crush on her and lando found out fairly quick. he started telling me her favorite foods, shows, hobbies, stuff like that. like, for example, one of her favorite shows is pretty little liars, so i binged that whole show just to try to talk to her about it.” *laughs and takes a sip of his water*

matt: “wow, man. thats a lot of seasons. did you at least enjoy it?” *laughs*

oscar: “honestly? yeah…it was quite entertaining. and i got a few conversations in with her about it.”

matt: “that’s really nice, i don’t think i’d have the attention span. now, how long have you guys been together?”

oscar: “well, i announced it last friday, and it’s thursday…probably around two months, i’d say.”

matt: “why did you guys decide to wait a bit?”

oscar: “we were a little worried about what my pr manager would say and we didn’t want either of us to get in trouble. but y/n was mainly worried about the fans. she didn’t want to upset them, but, i don’t really care. i mean, if a fan can’t understand and respect your relationship….”

matt: “then they really aren’t fans, are they? well, you two are absolutely adorable. tell y/n i say ‘hi’ and i send her good wishes for this upcoming year. you guys are the cutest, and i’m sure fans will agree.”

oscar: “thank you, mate.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story:

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

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[agaypanic]

former theater kid as well !! maybe a story about regina with a gf in theater club ?

My Little Star (Regina George X Theater Kid!Reader)

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Summary: Your girlfriend comes to see you in your last high school show.

A/N: depending on which regina you’re envisioning with this, au where everyone has smartphones. post!mean girls regina bc then i wont feel too bad if she seems too ooc. ive been thinking a lot about romeo and juliet lately so the play is romeo and juliet teehee

***

If you had told your younger self that at the end of your senior year, you’d be the leading star in your final show and be dating Regina George, she would’ve thought you were insane.

Yet here you were, getting ready for the opening night of Romeo and Juliet while your girlfriend spam-texted you words of encouragement.

Regina <3

You’re gonna do so good, I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU!!!

I was gonna keep it a surprise until after the show, but I got your favorite 

*Sent 1 Attachment*

Unlocking your phone to respond, you were greeted with a picture of Regina sitting in the auditorium holding a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. She had a great big smile on her face, her eyes squinting from it. 

Your breath hitched. You knew Regina loved you, but the picture radiated her feelings of pride for you. It made you want to run out and smother her in affection.

Instead, you texted her back.

You

OMG you’re literally the sweetest Regina!!

I’ll be looking for you in the audience lol

Regina <3

I’m sitting in the very center, so hopefully I’m easy to spot

Especially with this giant ass bouquet

You laughed at the message and soon got a tap on your shoulder from one of your friends, telling you places were in five minutes.

You

I have to go, we’re gonna start soon

But I’ll be looking for you :)) 

You waited until you saw a response from Regina before putting your phone in your bag.

Regina <3

YOU’RE GONNA DO AMAZING

BREAK A LEG <3333

DON’T ACTUALLY BREAK A LEG THO

THAT’D BE BAD

I LOVE YOU!!!

Laughing at her stream of messages, you put your phone away and rushed out to your place. As much as you revel in the fact that you had a leading role, you were already waiting for the show to be over so you could see Regina.

***

If you had to choose one, the death scene was probably your favorite. It was dramatic, which was always fun, and you got to stab yourself with a retractable blade.

“What’s here? A cup, closed in my true love’s hand?” You took the empty cup out of Romeo’s, whose real name was Jared, stiff hand, inspecting it. “Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?” You dropped the cup in distress, wondering what to do. Then your eyes fell on Jared’s lips, and you had a revelation. “I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to make die with a restorative.”

You held his face gently in your hands and leaned down to kiss him. Every time you went through a kiss scene with Jared, you pretended it was Regina you were kissing. The passion seemed more authentic that way.

You pulled away, staring down at Jared.

“Thy lips are warm.” You said brokenheartedly. You were just barely too late. If only he had waited a while longer to drink the poison so you’d be awake to stop him.

“Lead, boy: which way?” You heard from offstage. 

“Yea, noise?” You looked toward the direction of the noise’s source in a panic. “Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger!”

You grabbed Romeo’s dagger and raised it to the audience. And that’s when you caught a glimpse of Regina. Despite the room being dark and her being far away, you could feel her excitement as she watched. You had to stop yourself from smiling.

“This is thy sheath,” You say before shoving the dagger into your heart. You gasp a little and look up. To the audience, you could’ve been looking up to the heavens in your last moments. But you were doing your best to stare into Regina’s eyes that were fixated on you. “There rust, and let me die.”

With that, you fell on top of Jared’s body, doing your best not to crush him as you ‘died.’

The scene continued from there, and you did your best not to move. Your back was killing you from the long show, but eventually, it ended. When you came out for bows, you heard a particularly loud cheer, and you didn’t have to guess who it was. It made you smile even more, so much that your cheeks started getting sore.

When the bows were over, and the cast and crew were finding their friends and family in the audience, you ran to Regina. It was a bit difficult weaving through the crowd, especially in your costume, but eventually, you reached the blonde, who had her arms opened wide and ready to catch you.

“You were amazing!” Regina all but shouted in your ear as she hugged you, squeezing you tightly. “Absolutely showstopping. One day, you’ll be a famous actress.”

“You think too highly of me, Regina.” You said with a giggle, and you were sure that your reddening cheeks were showing through your heavy stage makeup.

You grabbed your girlfriend’s face and kissed her. It was a million times better than pretending you were kissing her instead of Jared when you were on stage. Regina’s hands dropped to your hips, pulling you close against her. When you let out a little moan, you knew you should pull away before you felt like you couldn’t turn back.

“These are for you,” Regina said before biting her slightly swollen lip, giving you the giant bouquet she had gotten for you. One thing about Regina was that she was never cheap.

“I love them.” You smiled, giving her a few pecks.

“Anything for you, my little star.” The nickname made you giddy, made you feel like you were the only ones in this gigantic room. “Now how about you go change, we get some food, and then you sleep over at my house?”

“That sounds perfect.” You kissed Regina again; it was like you were addicted to her lips. “I should go now. If I kiss you anymore, I’ll probably never leave.”

“I definitely wouldn’t complain,” Regina smirked, but agreed that you should go change. She turned you around by the shoulders and gave you a quick pat on the butt to send you on your way, laughing at the way you squealed in surprise.

#agaypanic #regina george #regina george x reader #mean girls #mean girls x reader #rachel mcadams #rachel mcadams x reader #renee rapp #renee rapp x reader

[soursturniolo]

Send Me Your Location

Pairing - Matt Sturniolo/Reader

Summary: A girls night out goes south, and your boyfriend comes to your rescue.

Tags: angst while reader is alone, a creepy man being creepy (this doesn’t last long), Matt being a good bf, Nick and Chris being good bros, fluffy fluff at the end

TW: unwanted touching - (creepy man touches readers waist), unwanted attention

Word Count: written on my phone so I’m not sure

You found yourself outside, shivering from the cool breeze in downtown LA. You had been invited to club with by some friends, and decided to go pretty last minute. Matt hadn’t been able to come due to needing to film with his brothers.

So now, here you were, standing outside the club staring down at your phone, finger hovering over the call button near Matt’s contact. Matt always told you to call if you ever needed anything. You were still worried you’d upset him, knowing if you called now the boys were probably in the middle of a video. But it was dark and uncharacteristically chilly for LA tonight, and you were now alone after your friends insisted on moving to a club that you knew had a bad reputation and didn’t feel comfortable going to. Every Uber and Lyft had at least a two hour wait, and you were getting more scared and uncomfortable by the minute.

Sighing to yourself, hoping it wouldn’t upset Matt or his brothers too much, you decided to give your boyfriend a call.

It rang twice before he answered, and you smiled as you heard him yell at his brothers to shut up before he said anything to you.

“Hey, baby. How’s girls night going?” He asked, voice quiet but sounding happy.

You grimaced at the question before answering.

“Hi Matt, not so well. The girls wanted to go to another club but I didn’t feel comfortable going and now I’m kinda stranded,” you told him, voice soft and a bit shaky. It was scary being in this part of LA by yourself at night.

“They just left you?” Matt asked, sounding shocked as you heard the sound of his key turning in the ignition of his car and it come on.

“Yeah, I tried to get an Uber but they’re all over a two hour wait, so I was wondering if maybe you’d have time to-“ before you can even finish asking Matt is answering.

“Text me your location, baby, we’re on the way now,” he tells you as you also hear him talking to his now, very confused brothers.

“What is going on? Is she okay?” You hear Nick ask, sounding so worried. Chris speaks up and offers to take the phone so Matt can focus more on driving. You hear some rustling as you move to send your location to him, so you assume Matt took him up on the offer.

“I just shared my location with you,” you tell him.

“Chris, map us there,” Matt says.

“Already doing it. We are 15 minutes away,” Chris tells you both.

“We’re coming, babe. Just try to stay in a well lit area and stay on the phone with us,” Matt tells you, voice soft but serious.

“Okay, I’m sorry for interrupting you guys, I know you were probably trying to film,” you apologize, feeling bad for stopping them. Instantly your met with multiple assurances that there’s no need to be sorry.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s completely okay,” Chris tells you.

“Your safety matters more than us concluding a silly video,” Nick adds in.

“Baby, never apologize for calling me when you need me. There’s nothing to be sorry for in this situation,” Matt speaks up at the end, sweet and kind.

You stay on the phone talking to Matt and his brothers, their voices keeping you calm as they tell you about their day and ask about yours. Suddenly you feel a hand on your waist, making you jump and gasp.

“Baby?” Matt asks, voice worried through the phone as his brothers also call out to you.

“Hey sweet thing,” the creepy guy leers at you, eyeing you up and down in a way that makes your skin crawl. You take a couple steps back, making the creeps hand fall off you and your hand grips your phone a little tighter.

“Don’t touch me,” you tell the man. The boys all call to you again urgently, sounding more worried after hearing what you just said. You also hear Matt’s car accelerate in the background, meaning he was driving to you faster. Faster meant sooner, and sooner was good as you now felt paralyzed in fear as the man kept looking at you.

The man steps closer as you step back, continuing to follow you until your back is pressed against the cool brick of the club building. You’re shaking in fear as this man continues to approach you.

Suddenly, Matt’s black SUV rolls up quickly, jerking to a stop on the street. After throwing the car in park, you see Matt jump out of the drivers side, jogging over to you, making you sigh in relief.

“Matt!” You call out to him, so happy to see him. The creep turns around to face your boyfriend. Matt’s jaw is clenched in anger as he assesses the situation, his fears confirmed as he sees the situation he was coming up on.

“She’s not interested, fuck off,” Matt tells him gruffly, reaching out to grasp your hand and pull you away from the man who had been bothering you. You allowed yourself to be pulled away from your position against the wall. Matt moved you to stand behind him, shielding you from the man and his creepy gaze.

“You wanna go?” The creep asks angrily, trying to step up to your boyfriend but stumbling a bit.

You all hear two windows roll down from Matt’s car. Unbeknownst to you, they had already been cracked so Matt’s brothers could watch and hear what was going on.

“I don’t think you’d want to do that man. You mess with him, you mess with us too,” Nick calls out from the backseat. Chris just nods and raises an eyebrow at the man. Matt just smirks at the dumbfounded look on the creeps face.

The creep grumbles and stumbles away, shaking his head. You wrap your arms around Matt, hugging yourself to him tightly. His arms wrap around you as he releases a sigh, and you feel him press his lips to your head.

“Did he hurt you?” Matt asks you, concerned.

You shake your head, “No, just scared me mostly. He put his hand on my waist but I backed away so he’d stop,” you tell him in a whisper.

“I’m so sorry baby,” he tells you, kissing your head again. He held you for a moment before he began to gently lead you over to his car. While you both had been hugging, Chris had moved to the backseat with Nick so you could sit up front with your boyfriend.

Matt opens the passenger door for you and you get in. Before you can reach for it, he’s grabbing the seatbelt for you and buckling it for you, making you smile. He gently shuts your door and jogs around the car to his side, getting in and buckling up. As he adjusts and moves to put the car in drive, you turn to meet the gaze of his two brothers who look equally relieved to see you but still concerned.

“I’m okay, guys,” you assure them with a small smile.

They nod and return the smile.

As Matt pulls away from the club, one hand remains on the wheel as his other comes over to hold your hand. While your boyfriend isn’t always one for public displays of affection, he never was shy about holding your hand, and tonight you welcomed the comfort his hand in yours brought.

“Can you stay over at our place tonight? I’d feel better,” Matt asks you softly. You smile and nod, glad that he asked.

The ride home was quick and quiet, Matt’s brothers were on their phone. Chris played some songs that he knew you liked at a low volume. Once arriving to their place, you gave Nick and Chris a big hug before letting Matt lead you to his room.

“Come here, I just wanna hold you for a minute,” he whispers to you after he shuts his bedroom door. His room is cozy, dimly lit by the lights on his bedside tables. It’s warm and safe. Just like Matt. He pulls you into his arms, gently rocking you back and forth with your head resting near his collarbone.

“Thank you for getting me,” you whisper to him, before leaving a soft kiss on his jaw.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. you can call me, day or night, no matter what I’m doing. I’ll drop it for you if you need me,” he tells you as he brushes a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You lean up and give him a gentle peck on the lips, and he kisses back just as softly. After you both reluctantly part, Matt walks over to his dresser. He grabs out a pair of sweats and a T-shirt for you to wear to bed. You thank him with a smile and you get changed while he also changes into a pair of flannel pj pants, opting out of wearing a shirt.

You sit down on his bed and watch as he takes off his chain and the couple rings he had worn that day. He surprises you when he turns around and walks over with a package in his hand.

Makeup removing wipes, the specific brand and scent you buy too. He’s always surprising you with his thoughtfulness.

“Here, let me get your makeup off baby,” he says as he comes to sit next to you. You smile as he begins to wipe your makeup off. He’s so gentle and thorough, his eyebrows creasing a little in the middle with focus. In a few moments he’s done, throwing away the used wipes in a nearby trash can and tossing the pack to land over on his desk.

You both pull the covers back and climb into his bed, you move to lay on your side as Matt rests behind you on his side as well. His arms snake their way around your waist, hand going under your shirt to rest on your bare tummy as he soothingly rubs the skin there. Your legs tangle together under the sheets and you feel a kiss pressed against the side of your head.

“Love you, baby,” Matt whispers to you, voice getting deeper as he gets sleepy.

“Love you too, Matty,” you whisper back, drifting off to sleep in the safety and comfort of his arms.

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[pleasingforharry]

For Your Eyes Only

college!harry x quiet!yn

SUMMARY: Harry didn’t want Y/N to leave for class as he woke up needy and horny. But she needed to go, so he was left alone wishing she were there to take care of him. Maybe there was a way to persuade her to come back home. A text? A video? Something for her eyes only.

WORD COUNT: 6.2k

WARNINGS: Uhhhh smut because I was in a smutty mood.

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"Don't go," Harry begged, clutching his girlfriend to his chest. He was sitting on the edge of his bed with Y/N stuck in between his legs. “I need you.” His tone was suggestive. And to make it more obvious, he pushed her naked leg against his clothed cock—hard and throbbing.

Y/N sighed and tangled her hand in his hair. It was beyond messy in the mornings. “I don’t have time, dove. Class starts soon. I’m pretty sure I’ll be late even if I leave now.” 

“So, just stay,” He whispered in her ear. Y/N let him handle her so now she sat on his lap, arms loose around his neck. It may have looked as if she was agreeing to stay as she sat comfortably on him. “I’ll make it worth your while. Take care of you so good, baby. I’ll do anything you want.” His voice was raspy from the early morning, but also dark from desperation.

It was very enticing. Y/N gave her boyfriend a light kiss before pulling back before he deepened it. Then appeared that charming smile. “No, dove. I can’t. But I'll come right back, as fast as I can. Promise.” she told him softly. Her lips pressed against his cheek, nose, brows, and back to his own pair of plush lips.

Harry wasn’t ready to give up yet, though. His hand grabbed Y/N’s hips and moved them so her cunt rubbed against his hard cock. “Feel that?” He gazed at her with hooded eyes. Y/N could moan from how fuckable he looked. He bucked his hips up, causing her to gasp. “Just for you, baby. I can make you feel good. Just stay, okay?”

Y/N dropped her forehead on his shoulder in defeat. 

“I just know you’re wet. I know my baby too well,” Harry turned his head to reach her ear. He gently bit her lobe. “Come on. Let me eat your pretty cunt out. I want to suck on your little clit while you try to push me away. Then I’ll fuck you so hard, baby. I can make you come so many times. And then we can watch a movie while I massage your puffy pussy lips with my fingers. Maybe accidentally let one slip inside.”

Damnit. She moaned. She couldn’t help it. Neither could her hips as she moved them on her own.

“Harry,” she cried.

“I got you, come on. Stay.” His voice traveled through every inch of her insides.

If Y/N wasn’t so worried about missing an important topic in class, she’d keep her ass right in Harry’s room and let him have his way with her. But as much as she loved to be with Harry, she’d never forgive herself if she missed class over something that could wait.

“Okay, fine,” Y/N sighed and kissed his cheek. “But I’m hungry. Can you make me some breakfast?” Harry’s eyebrows shot up. He was not expecting to win that battle.

He nodded and flipped them over so Y/N was laid out on the bed. “Stay right here, princess. I’ll bring you up something nice,” He said, smiling widely. Y/N patting his jaw. “Thank you for staying. I love you.” He leaned down to kiss her, which she gladly accepted, before Harry shot out the door and down the stairs.

Y/N only laid there for a minute, debating which guilt would make her feel worse. Was it really a big deal if she missed one class? Was it so bad if she left Harry here for only two hours? She thought about it. And then she decided.

Her movements turned quick because she didn't want Harry to catch her in the act. Y/N dressed herself in sweatpants and a tank top that were left in her boyfriend's room and had never returned to her own dorm. She layered it with Harry's hoodie.

There were a pair of crocs that she left in his closet. They had to do. Her bag was against the desk as she slid it on, before leaving the room. She listened for Harry in the kitchen. He wasn’t alone as numerous voice toppled over his.

Y/N planned to sneak out the front door because it wasn’t in view from the kitchen. She crept down the stairs, listening in on Harry's conversation to ensure he wasn't about to go back up to his room.

“You gotta put that thing away, man!” She heard Isaiah complain.

“Why don’t you take care of it for me? If you’re so worried about it,” Harry snapped back. Niall laughed loudly.

“Poor Y/N, how does she even walk after that?” He sighed. “Don’t you feel guilty, H?” 

“Mind your own business, Niall.”

“Hey, she’s my friend. I have a right to be concerned about her ability to walk after you destroy her with that absolute weapon!”

Y/N rolled her eyes and continued her journey. She successfully made it out, but hesitated closing the door behind her. Her teeth sunk into her lip as she thought about it. She’s already late. Maybe she could just email her professor to sum up the class.

It was tempting. Very. But she still closed the door and started a light jog to the bus stop.

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dove: you left.

my baby: i did. i have class

dove: i made you breakfast

my baby: i know. i asked you to

dove: you tricked me.

my baby: i love you

dove: i need you

my baby: need me from afar

Harry didn’t respond, which surprised Y/N. But she just shrugged it off and flipped her phone over as her professor continued to teach the class. When she arrived, no one looked at her, but her professor gave her a sidelong glance. Y/N blushed profusely and scurried to her seat. She spread her papers out in front of her and caught up with everyone.

On the other hand, Harry wallowed in his room. He ate the breakfast he made for Y/N and sighed with every bite.

The class was two hours—two hours too many for Harry. He was laid out on his bed, huffing and pouting like a child. He missed his girlfriend. And so did his cock. His hand was softly squeezing over his sweats as his other texted Y/N again.

dove: i’m so hard rn

dove: i think i might have to fuck my hand, i cant wait two hours

Y/N placed her phone under the table, before looking at the screen. And she was thankful she did. She shot her eyes to the people sitting next to her, but they were too busy copying what was written on the board.

Her legs twitched at the message, and she shifted in her spot. She lowered her brightness, before responding.

my baby: i’m in class

dove: then come back. maybe ill forgive you

my baby: busy

dove: i need you.

my baby: i’m sorry

The three dots appeared for a while, but then disappeared. Y/N was a little disappointed. She didn’t think he’d back down. Unless both of his hands were busy. She shifted in her seat again, feeling a sudden damp in her panties.

Y/N began to set her phone down when a video sent from Harry appeared. The thumbnail was black, so Y/N clicked on it with curiosity. And her eyes widened when it started.

Harry’s cock filled up the screen with his thick fingers wrapped around it. The tip was red, twitching, and leaking with come. His voice was gravely as he slurred out a moan. Y/N squealed, lowering the volume completely before more was heard. No one glanced at her as the professor boomed her voice.

Harry’s hand moved up and down his cock at a slow pace. Y/N whole body jumped at the sparks that attacked her. The V line that led to his cock was prominent and so kissable. Harry lifted his hips to meet the thrust of his hand.

“Jesus, Harry,” Y/N mumbled, her eyes memorized on every detail of the video. His thigh muscles had Y/N’s breath uneven. She shot her eyes up when the class got suddenly quiet. The professor had asked a question and everyone’s hand went up. But for the first time, Y/N didn’t bother answering. She looked back down at the video of her boyfriend.

Nothing more happened besides Harry fucking his hand. He would occasionally swipe his tip, and his legs would twitch in response. Y/N was so eager to hear the sound, knowing exactly what noise he’d be making.

dove: for your eyes only, baby

Y/N was wet. It was starting to become uncomfortable. She had replayed the video with her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. 

“Damnit,” she groaned. Her clit was now asking for attention. Y/N's free hand innocently rested on her lap before sliding between her thighs. It just looked as though she was simply warming up her hands with her heat. Her sweats were baggy, so nothing appeared off about her appearance.

Y/N watched the video again while running her finger along her cunt. She poked at her clit and flinched at the pleasure. She imagined how Harry’s cock would slide up her cunt to tease her before pushing in slowly, every inch stretching her.

Fuck.

dove: i want to come

dove: my cock needs you, Y/N. please.

Double fuck.

Y/N slapped her phone down and sat correctly, her attention trying to focus back on the class. She wrote what the professor explained and copied the board. Harry’s cock was red and shiny from the saliva he had spat in his hand. Y/N pushed her hair behind her ear and cleared her throat. His thighs muscles thickened when he thrusted up, just like he would when she would get tired on top of him. Y/N pinched her nose to ignore the thoughts. His hand moved faster when he felt close, but stopped to tease himself.

Triple fuck!

Y/N gathered her things and stuffed them into her bag. She was quiet but fast, making sure to not disrupt the class—whatever topic they were on. Her phone pinged, and she flipped it over as she expected Harry’s text.

dove: please tell me you're wet. are your thighs clenching together and your pretty fucking clit puffy?

Her grip on her phone tightened. She put it in her pocket before gathering the rest of her belongings. She slug her bag over one shoulder and excused herself out of the classroom.

Y/N walked with speed to the closest bathroom. Fortunately, not many classes were in session in the building, so the few stalls in that smaller bathroom were empty. Y/N took out her phone as she leaned against the counter.

my baby: i’m in the bathroom

my baby: can’t focus anymore. thanks for that

Harry answered right away.

dove: are you wet?

my baby: so wet.

She could imagine Harry moaning at her text.

my baby: did you come yet?

dove: ofc not. its only going to be inside of you

Y/N covered her mouth to gasp. She walked into the farthest stall and locked it shut. She threw her bag to the side and pressed her back against the wall.

dove: what are you doing in the bathroom?

my baby: you know what

Her hand shoved into her sweats. She didn’t waste any time pushing her panties to the side and collecting the juices that instantly coated her fingers.

dove: tell me

my baby: you don’t deserve to know. but i can tell you it feels really good.

Y/N wasn’t lying. Her thumb and index finger pinched her clit, causing her to moan in the echoing, empty room. Her hand holding her phone dropped to the side as she focused on her fingers. She pushed her ring finger inside herself, imaging it was Harry’s. That made her eyes roll back.

Suddenly, her phone started to ring. Y/N looked down and saw Harry’s contact on screen. She smirked through her gasps. “Fuck,” she whined, before declining the call. Her hand dropped again.

dove: answer. let me see you.

Y/N typed with one hand while the other plunged more fingers into her cunt. Her eyes were turning glassy that it was kind of hard to see.

my baby: not yet.

dove: just wait until you come back, baby. i promise I’m going to fuck you dumb

Y/N moaned at the text. Her legs warned to give out, but she didn’t want to sit naked on the bathroom floor. Harry had too much power over her when it should’ve been the other way around. So, she had an idea.

Y/N swiped to the camera app and pressed the video tab. Her phone was between her legs, revealing everything. She started recording, looking down at the screen with a whiny face—eyebrows drawn together, lips parted as she gasped with each thrust of her fingers.

“Yes,” she moaned, touching her sensitive clit. “I want to come so bad. Fuck. I need it, dovie,” She hissed. “I have to do it all by myself.” Her head fell back against the wall, the camera shaking from her wavering hand. Her fingers shot into her cunt and curled, just like Harry would do to earn the most symphonic noises from her.

The video was filled with heavy breathing and wet fingers moving inside of Y/N’s cunt. Her thighs clamped together. 

“I can’t hold this anymore,” Y/N sighed, raising the camera to her face. She stared back at her flushed cheeks and smiled. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” Y/N ended the video and boldly sent it to Harry.

A few minutes of silence passed. During that time, Y/N stopped playing with herself and cleaned up with toilet paper. She was desperately horny, and just as needy as her boyfriend, but really didn’t want to come in the bathroom alone.

When she was composed, Y/N walked to the door to leave, but a message from Harry finally went through.

dove: Y/N, come to my dorm right now.

my baby: i have to get back to class.

dove: then im on my way

Y/N chuckled with a roll of her eyes.

Yeah right.

my baby: ill see you later

Y/N left the bathroom and snuck back into her classroom. Maybe she was gone for a suspiciously long amount of time because the classmates that sat besides her gave her an up and down glance. One raised their eyebrows and chuckled.

Y/N wanted to die on the spot.

Another ten minutes passed, and Y/N was able to rejoin the class as if she had never left. She quickly caught up on her notes and answered some of the questions the professor asked. It felt good to be back and focused on what was important. Not her boyfriend, who should be at his dorm pouting and waiting for the time to roll by.

She was wrong.

Her phone pinged, and she was going to ignore it, but after another buzz to her thigh, she looked.

dove: im outside your classroom. come here

dove: i’ll gladly walk in and take care of business on your professor’s desk

Y/N eyes widened as she read the messages. She cursed under her breath, considering what to do. Harry wouldn’t actually do that—storm into her class and cause a scene, but the fact that he was here, in the building, caught her off guard.

Once again, her papers were collected and stuffed back into her bag. Y/N waited until her professor turned away to face the board, before scurrying out. She could feel the heat of eyes on her back, and her hand connecting to Harry’s face when she finds him.

Just like he said he was, Harry leaned against the wall by her classroom door. He looked out into the distance with a smug smile, lost in thought. Y/N puffed out a breath, earning his attention. His smile turned into a devilish smirk.

“Hello, baby,” He said, stalking towards her. 

“What are you doing here?” Y/N stepped forward and hit his chest. “Everyone saw me leave twice because of you. I’m so fucking embarrassed. I’ll have to drop the class now. I can’t walk in there ever again. You—”

Y/N was cut off by a hard kiss from Harry. He grasped her neck and held her there, immediately shooting his tongue into her mouth. Y/N moaned within the kiss, holding onto Harry’s wrist. He pulled away an inch to speak. “What bathroom were you in?” He asked in a voice so low, Y/N could barely hear him.

Her head motioned to her right. “Down the hall. It’s the smallest in the building so more likely that I’d be alone,” She explained. The end of Harry’s lips curled up.

“Perfect.” He kissed her roughly again before moving behind her. He pushed his cock against her ass and sighed in relief. “Lead the way. I’m right behind you.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” 

Harry pressed closely to his girlfriend as she walked them to the bathroom she previously occupied. He leaned down to find her ear. “I missed you. And I love you.” Y/N looked up at him.

“I know, and I know,” She giggled, stopping in her tracks to push her ass back against him, before continuing to walk.

The couple made it to the bathroom, and it was empty. Harry thanked the heavens because no one deserved to hear the noises he was soon to yank out of Y/N’s throat.

“Which stall?” He asked. Y/N pointed to the farthest one, and the biggest. “Get in there.”

She turned to face him. “You’re staying here?” He lifted his chin, staring down at her degradingly. 

“When you get inside, you take off this hoodie and bra. Then you get on your knees and wait patiently for my cock. Understand?” Harry instructed. His hand swiftly wrapped around her neck. 

Y/N gulped—nervously and excitedly, she wasn’t sure—before nodding. 

“Finally listening. Good girl.” Harry smacked her ass. “Go.”

Y/N went inside the stall and shut the door behind her, but didn’t lock it. She placed her bag on the wall opposite of her. Harry was quiet on the other side, and it grew nerves inside of her. What was he doing?

Like he told her to do, his hoodie came off, so did her tank top and bra. She stuffed them inside her bag so it wasn’t on the floor. Finally, she sank down to her knees and shuddered. She was facing the door, so whoever opened it would have a full view of everything. 

Y/N’s eyes saw Harry’s feet near the sink, deadly still. He didn’t move for a while, nor made any sound. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to tell him she was ready, but it had to be obvious because it’s been a while.

“I made sure I didn’t come, this morning,” Harry suddenly spoke. Y/N flinched in surprise. “Even after you left, after I texted you, sent that video, watched yours and fucking almost died on the spot, Y/N, I stopped myself. You know why?” Y/N wanted to soak into the floor by the authority of his voice. He sounded mad. Good.

Y/N watched his feet move closer to her stall. They stopped when he was exactly on the other side. 

“You want to know why I made sure I didn’t come after the painful hardon I had?” Harry asked. The door swung open and there he was. Eyes filled with desire, lips panting out harsh breaths. And his cock out of his boxers and sweats. It was slapped up against his chest—thick, veiny, and perfectly fitted for any of Y/N’s holes. 

The girl gasped as she stared straight at his cock. Her mouth dared to water at the sight. 

Harry leaned forward, and Y/N had to tilt her chin up to meet him face to face. His tilted to the side in a teasing manner. It felt degrading with her naked on the floor as he stood, almost clothed, with a shit eating grin.

“Because I promised myself that when I have you, this heavy load that I’ve been carrying is going to fill every inch of you,” Harry finished as he grabbed Y/N’s jaw. He made sure she continued to look at him. “And you will take everything I give you. I almost feel bad about how much you'll leak when I take you back to my room and do it all over again.”

Maybe Y/N shouldn’t have teased him.

She smiled sincerely at him. “Is it too late to apologize?” Harry chuckled and let go of her jaw to stand back up straight. He took his cock into his hand.

“You’re about to apologize right now,” He said. “Now open.”

Y/N was timid to do so, but her mouth widened anyway. Her boyfriend definitely wasn’t small, and it always took some time for him to fit anywhere inside of her. But she was still obsessed with him. He was pretty, and veiny, pink at the tip, and reactive every time she was near. It made her feel special.

Harry sighed at the sight of Y/N. His hand tugged on his cock. Not that he really needed to because he was already as hard as he could get. He’d been waiting for this all morning.

Harry pressed his thumb into Y/N’s lower lip to push it down further. His other hand directed his cock into her mouth. Y/N subconsciously closed around him, hollowing her cheeks. Harry hissed at the warmth around him. He tangled his fingers into her hair for a grip.

“Think you’re ready, baby?” He asked her. Y/N looked up at him with doe eyes and nodded. “I don’t think so,” He teased. 

Harry doesn’t waste another minute stuffing his cock into Y/N’s mouth like he dreamt of since that morning. His body tensed up as he let out a predatory moan. Y/N used her hand to stroke the inches that couldn’t fit in her mouth.

She bobbed her head quickly, feeling Harry twitch inside of her. He could drop on the spot from how weak in the knees he felt. His thighs gladly accepted her sharp nails digging into the flesh. 

He wanted it to leave a mark.

Harry’s cock was finally getting the attention it needed. It was warm inside Y/N’s mouth and was teased by her tongue that petted the veins along the sides. His tip pressed the back of her throat, causing her to gag and back away briefly. But Harry had a hold on her hair to guide himself back inside of her.

Moans were spilling out him. “I’m already about to come, baby. Doing so good for me,” Harry praised her. He looked down to watch Y/N’s eyes squeezed shut as she focused on sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. She fondled his balls to quicken the process. “Gonna let me fuck your face now? Finally adjusted to my cock?” He needed to get control again before he got lost in the pleasure. She did that to him.

Y/N nodded and dropped her hands to his thighs for leverage. Harry drew his eyebrows together as he held her by the hair. He planned to start at a slow pace, but as Y/N tried to move her head closer to suck him in, he knew she was ready for him. Needy thing.

Harry kept Y/N’s head still, before snapped his hips forward. He tested the waters and watched for a reaction. Y/N shut her eyes while a muffled moan strained out of her. Harry took that as the confirmation to keep going.

His thrusts were quick. Each time he went in, he’d hit the back of her throat. It felt like heaven. Y/N moaning around him sent vibrations to every nerve in his cock. She watched his stomach muscles—covered by ferns—react to each thrust. She loved the view.

Her eyes turned glassy from the tears building up. Her jaw was tired and sore, but it was only the beginning. She was ready for it all.

Harry didn’t back down on his speed. His hips were fast and direct, never missing a beat or shifting. He hit the same place each time. “Fucking love your mouth, baby,” He spoke out loud. “The perfect shape. Made for me, I swear.” He groaned as he looked down at Y/N drooling from the corner of her mouth.

There was a puddle dripping in her sweats. Y/N was extremely wet that she dared the thought of taking care of herself right in front of him. But it was a death wish to try. Harry had a plan for her.

His grip in her hair tightened, pulling a moan out of her. He was close. His head threw back again, Y/N getting the perfect view of the underside of his chin. His neck was thick and veiny as he clenched his teeth together. He was letting out hard pants.

“Gonna fill your mouth with my come, baby. You’re gonna swallow it all like my good girl?” Y/N nodded, unintentionally bobbing her head to match his thrust. She shifted on her knees in anticipation. She loved the taste, the saltiness of his come. It spurted in her mouth like a dart from how hard he usually comes. She had pride from being able to make him do that.

Harry stopped his movements as he moaned out a gasp. “Take it all, Y/N. I’m not asking.” Her thighs wanted to squeeze together.

After one last thrust, Harry was shooting down Y/N’s throat. His moaning and heavy breathing got louder as he released. He repeated Y/N’s name under his breath, and it was music to her ears.

Harry pulled out, allowing Y/N to swallow properly. She smiled like an angel as she enjoyed the taste in her mouth. Harry had a hand on the stall door to balance himself. 

“Open,” He said to her through pants. She stuck her tongue out. Every drip was gone and down her throat. “You’re fucking amazing. I don’t think I tell you enough.” Y/N laughed.

“You don’t. You only tell me three times a day. I need more.” Harry winked at his girlfriend and stood back up straight. Y/N wanted to discard her sweats as her panties were destroyed, and soon her sweats.

Harry grabbed Y/N by the armpits and lifted her to her feet.. She had to hold onto his shoulders. Her body was on complete fire, mostly her bruised throat and scalp. But it felt amazing. 

“You okay, baby? Too much?” Harry held Y/N by her hips, their bodies close together, as he asked her. He kissed her cheek, before backing his head to look at her.

Y/N smiled drunklike. Her throat was tight, and she didn’t trust herself to speak. So, she did it by grabbing his face and engulfing him in a wild kiss. Harry tasted himself on her tongue. 

“I can take that as a ‘yes’?” He chuckled when she stopped. Y/N nodded and quickly kissed him again. “Okay, good. Stand at the wall and hold onto it,” He instructed, flicking his eyes to the spot he wanted her at.

Y/N did her best to walk over there with a seductive sway of her lips. Harry smiled proudly at her. He leaned down to pull his sweats and boxers down, stepping out of them. Y/N didn’t see as she was facing the wall.

Harry approached her from behind and did the same with her sweats. “Lift your feet, baby. Let me get you out of these.” He helped her slid the rest of her clothes off until they were both naked. “This is a sight I need embroidered in my head,” Harry commented as he unabashedly examined Y/N’s posed body leaning against the wall. She smiled shyly and looked away, facing the wall again.

Harry stood behind Y/N, kissing the back of her neck as his arms wrapped around her body. His cock poked into her ass, and she pushed back against it. She was actually dripping down her thighs now that her panties were gone.

He sucked a mark on her shoulder and another on her shoulder blade. He peppered more kisses down her back, before traveling back up until he found her ear.

“Ready to take me like a good girl, baby?” Harry asked. Y/N arched at the question and nodded. “Say it. I don’t care if your voice is gone. I want to hear you want me.” She whined with her head falling back on his shoulder. Harry grabbed her breasts and squeezed them in response.

She let out a breath, before struggling to properly say, “I’m ready for you. I want your cock in me so bad, dove.”

“Yeah?” Harry smirked and kissed her jaw. “You want my cock?” Y/N nodded, pushing into him again to prove her point. She was thinking of just reaching back and doing the work herself. She was over the teasing.

“Yes. Please.”

“Alright, I got you. You’re gonna take me so well. I just know you will,” Harry whispered, dragging his hand down her stomach and around her hip to her ass. He squeezed her cheek, before finding his cock and holding it. “My baby is gonna let me fuck her so hard, yeah? Apologize for leaving me all alone this morning, huh?” Y/N nodded, even though she really wanted to roll her eyes hard enough that her pupils disappeared.

Harry held Y/N by her waist—an arm horizontal across it—while lining himself with her cunt. Y/N waited in anticipation. Her hands holding the wall in front of her. She arched her back and bit her lip.

A gasp was shared between the couple when Harry finally pushed into Y/N completely. His lower abdomen touched her ass. Harry was in complete bliss that he had to stay still for a moment because of the overwhelming pleasure. He placed his hands over Y/N’s against the wall. He curled his fingers between hers.

“Fuck me,” He groaned as Y/N panted. She thought his cock in her mouth took her voice away. No, it was his cock stretching her walls as if it were their first time. He slipped in so easily from her wet cunt inviting him in eagerly. “Good, princess?”

“Yeah. Yes. Fuck, yes,” Y/N nodded rapidly. Her eyes fluttered shut so her senses were directed to Harry leaving her cunt briefly before plunging right back inside. Her hands turned into fist—one of Harry’s held the back of hers, but the other dropped to her hip for leverage. She felt his nails dig into her hip.

He started a slow pace so they could cherish the tightness of Y/N’s walls and Harry’s thick cock filling her up. Y/N choked on her own moans at each thrust. Her ass snapped back in its own. Harry loved it.

“Alright, baby. I’m done being gentle with you,” Harry whispered in her ear. “Ready?” 

“Mhmmm. Yes,” Y/N answered, followed by incoherent noises that added to Harry’s list of his favorite things he’s heard come out of her mouth.

Both of Harry’s hands were on her hips. His grip was rough that it was for sure going to leave marks. For his eyes only, though.

He fastened his thrust, jumping to a brutal speed. The skin slapping sounded of an audience clapping at an award show. Loud, fast, and full of pride. That’s what Harry felt as Y/N took him perfectly.

His head tilted up to the ceiling with his eyes shut. He buried himself in the pleasure of his cock being covered by what it yearned for. Not his hand, but the cunt made for it. His cock was home, and it wasn’t leaving any time soon.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Harry moaned loudly as he felt his legs almost give out. His pace didn’t stop, it actually went faster. Y/N gasped at the fiery of his thrust. He was getting his revenge, and she loved the pain that was included.

“Keep going, dove. I want it,” Y/N panted out. She searched behind her for some part of him. Harry felt her hand on his shoulder and smiled. He let go of her hip to twist her arm behind her back—a new kind of leverage. Y/N whined as she wanted some sort of comfort. But as he squeezed at her wrist, her eyes rolled back.

“You’re so warm and tight, baby. I can stay in you all fucking day. I don’t think I’m ever gonna stop,” Harry spoke over the skin slapping. Y/N had a moment of weakness from his voice. She had to use the wall to stop herself from falling on the floor. “I got you, princess. I’m not letting you go anywhere. You’re taking all of this,” Harry chuckled as he watched her struggle in front of him.

Harry barely spoke like that during sex. He was gentle, holding back on the teasing because he was too caught up in the love of their intimacy. But today, he was pissed. And he was going to make sure she felt it.

He switched his thrust again. Snapping his hips hard into her at a slow pace. Y/N yelped each time, feeling him reach deeper than before. She looked down at her stomach.

“What? You feel me in there, princess?” Harry asked. He pushed into her and groaned. “I do too. Reaching so deep inside my baby. Only I can do that, right?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes. Only you. More.” Her words were wavering, but he still understood. He always knew what do to satisfy his girl. She would turn into a moaning, mumbling mess because of him. He loved that power.

Harry wasn’t stopping anytime soon, but Y/N could feel her release creeping up on her. He noticed because she was squeezing his cock more frequently and writhing in her spot. She was too busy whimpering to tell him. Her ass tried to meet his thrust like before, but she was tired and ready to burst.

Her forehead met the wall. “I’m... dovie, I—”

“I know, babygirl. Doing so fucking good. Gonna lick that pretty little cunt of yours when we get home,” Harry whispered to her. She moaned through heavy breaths. He was trying to kill her.

Harry continued to throw praise and light degradation to tease her. Y/N took it all with whining moans. Her knees bent and wiggled. She was getting close. Harry, on the other hand, she wasn’t so sure as he’d snap into her with a loud, gravely moan, causing her clit to throb, before pulling out slowly and doing the same again.

“Can I hold onto you? I’m close,” Y/N cried out. Harry was still holding her arm down behind her back. His face grew soft at her request.

He briefly stopped his thrust. “Of course, my good girl,” He chuckled. “Turn around.” Y/N did so, and Harry wanted to kiss all over her. She looked spent but not completely satisfied. 

His hands grabbed her legs and picked her up while they wrapped around his waist. He pressed her to the wall, smiling up at her. She returned it and kissed him. Her arms locked around his neck.

Harry slid his cock back into her and continued his fast, furious pace. Y/N cried out every curse she could think of while twisting Harry’s name into the mix. It was getting him close to his own release. Hearing her beg him to bring her to euphoria became his most important mission.

Fuck revenge. He would do anything right now to please his girl.

Harry reached between them to rub at her clit. It was throbbing fast like her heartbeat against his chest. “Mmmm, my baby’s clit is so warm and pretty,” He said, pressing his lips against Y/N’s opened ones. She was trying her best to breathe properly. “It’s all mine. I get to rub it all day, all night. Make my girl feel so fucking good. That’s all I want to do. Make you feel so good. Okay?” 

Y/N suddenly came, gasping loudly and digging her nails into Harry’s back. With a few slow thrust, he was right behind her.

Harry smoothly rode Y/N through her orgasm, whispering more sweet nothings in her ear as his fingers quickened its rubbing on her clit. His cock continued to spurt more come that he stayed deep inside of her.

The couple were panting in sync now, reminiscing the sinful activity they partook in this innocent bathroom.

Harry pushed his cock into her a few more times. “Making sure all my come stays in there. Keep hold of it for me.” Y/N giggled and kissed his neck. It was all just dirty talk. Harry knew Y/N should pee and clean up her legs. 

He pulled out of Y/N, before placing her on the toilet. While she peed, he gathered their clothes from the floor and her bag. He bent down to slip her panties and sweats back on. She put on the rest of her clothes herself so Harry could catch up with his own.

When they were completely dressed, Harry lifted Y/N back in the air and held her against him. Her legs wrapped around his waist again. 

“How ya feel, baby?” He asked her, walking to her bag in the corner. He slipped his arms through the straps so he was wearing it himself.

“Sore. Very fucking sore. It’s not fair,” she pouted. Harry chuckled and kissed her puffed out lip.

“Well, your only break is during the drive back to my room. Use it wisely,” Harry said, nonchalantly. Y/N eyebrows raised.

“What?”

“Don’t you remember? We’re doing this all over again.” His smile was wicked. Y/N sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. Harry walked them out the bathroom and to his truck.

Y/N really shouldn’t have teased him.

- 

dont even say it. i know. im ashamed. but fuck, it was kinda good

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles x yn #college!harry x quiet!yn #College!Harry #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff

[aakeysmash]

Roommate or boss?

part 1, part 3, part 4

Pairing: f!reader x Katsuki Bakugou.

Warnings: cursing, maybe a little bit of suggestive language.

Word count: 2079 words.

Having Katsuki as a roommate proved to be not that bad. He was almost never home apart from most evenings, and when he was home, he minded his own business.

It’s not like he didn’t acknowledge you to be under his same roof, he was a decent guy, even if he swore a lot.

After sleeping in the guest room for a month, he painted it like he said he would at the beginning, and it took him 3 days. He had to sleep on the couch to not inhale the fumes, and you heard him cursing every morning.

“Can you keep it down? Jeez, it’s 7 am” you say coming out of your room, having heard the commotion in the living room.

“You have to change this shit of a couch. My back hurts so fucking much. My feet don’t even fucking stay on the couch while I sleep ‘cause of how fucking small it is” he barks at you.

“Not my fault you’re big” you say yawning, while rubbing your eyes and going straight towards the coffee machine. You hated having early lectures.

He scoffs. You widen your eyes, shooting him a mean look.

“I meant to say you’re tall” you add.

“Huh? And what would even be the other meaning? Freak” he says flipping you off and sitting himself at the table.

“Whatever” you mumble, putting your coffee in a cup.

“Give me some” he says stretching his hand.

“Make it yourself, big guy” you reply, sticking your tongue out and going towards your own room.

“OI! And here I was about to make you breakfast in exchange” he loudly says.

You turn around and smile at him sweetly. “Roomieeee you didn’t have toooo” you say, trying to hug him.

You know he hates physical contact. He told you so after you accidentally touched his hand passing him the salt one day at dinner. He jumped out of his chair like he was burned by your touch.

“GET OFF OF ME YOU GREMLIN!”.

Meanwhile, things at work could be going better. Your manager came back the day after your talk with Kirishima, and saying that she was pissed off and nervous at the same time would be an understatement.

For the weeks after, she was nicer than she ever was with the clients, but meaner with you and your colleagues. Bitch.

One day you’re cleaning the milk machine when Momo comes behind you.

“I heard the boss came to know about her little escapades and he wasn’t happy” she whispers in your ear.

You throw her a sneaky look before admitting “it might be my fault”.

Momo gasps. “What? Why haven’t you told me anything?” she whisper yells now.

“Shh! It happened last month. You know the guy with the spikey red hair?” you ask her, and she nods.

“Apparently, he’s the boss’s right hand. He told me the boss needed her and I told him she left” you calmly explain.

“I hope she doesn’t come to know it was you who told him that. She’s already making our life a living hell” she sighs.

“Whatever” you say rolling your eyes. “I’m clocking out, see you tomorrow?”.

“As always, babe”.

While you’re going out, you shoot a text to your new roommate. You’re feeling lazy, but you don’t want to feel lazy alone.

You: ordering takeout right now. Do you want something?

Katsuki (roommate): who dis

You: Katsuki are you for real?

You: I’m your roommate

You: you didn’t even save my number?

Katsuki (roommate): wtv

Katsuki (roommate): get me wings

Katsuki (roommate): extra spicy

You: sorry, who’s this???

Katsuki (roommate): petty bitch

Katsuki (roommate): im locking the door

You: I’m calling the firefighters down the street and you’re gonna pay for the new door then

Katsuki (roommate): just get me fkn wings woman

You roll your eyes. This man is insufferable.

“What are you doing Saturday night?” you say while munching on your chips on the couch.

Katsuki is cooking dinner for the both of you. He’s been living with you for the past 4 months now. You’ve grown accustomed to his antics, and he’s done the same with yours. For example, he knew how you tended to overcook his eggs. And since he hated that, he cooked them himself, just like he was doing right now.

“Hopefully not seeing your ugly face” he grumbles. He watches you over his shoulder and puckers his lips. “Why are you so fucking disgusting? I always find crumbs of everything on that fucking couch”.

You roll your eyes. “Just answer the question, Bakugou”.

“Not gonna be home. I have to run errands at work. You bringing some scum over? I’m not cleaning stains on top of your shitty crumbs on that couch”.

He’s not paying attention to what you do anymore, cutting up vegetables.

“And I’m the disgusting one? Ew” you cringe. “Ochaco and I wanted to have girl’s night. It’s been a while since we’ve done that, but her roommates are at home”.

“Short girl, brown hair, round face?” He asks.

“Yeah”. You’re surprised he remembers, but it’s true that you’re basically always calling her.

“Don’t mind. When’s your next shift? You’re next on the “cleaning the bathroom” list”. He adds.

You barely ever talk about work: he said that he’s some type of accountant and he knows you’re some kind of barista. After all, you both don’t care about what the other does if you both still pay rent on time.

You like these little moments you have with him. They don’t happen that often, but it’s like you’re bonding over time. He doesn’t look like he thinks the same, though. Most of the time he voices that you’re “pissing him the fuck off with all your stupid fucking questions”.

“Tomorrow morning, and then on Sunday. It’s weird now that my ex-manager isn’t around anymore, our schedules are much more organised. I wonder why she got fired” you say thoughtful.

Katsuki stiffens up. Your manager has been fired the same week he fired Camie? Must be a coincidence, a lot of extras are shitty workers anyways. He shrugs it off.

He turns abruptly to face you and he scares you so bad you throw the chips in the bowl lying on your lap on your face. He laughs like a maniac.

“Why did you do that?! I get it, you’re a clean freak! Okay! I’ll clean the damn bathroom!” You angrily say.

“Curry is ready, rat” he says, wiping his tears.

“Great, now I’m a rat too?”. Katsuki has this bad habit of always forgetting names and just giving everyone mean nicknames.

“With all those cheese chips on your face? Yes, dumbass” and he starts laughing again.

“It’s all your fault!” you whine, and then help him set the table. You might be annoyed, but you know his curry is bomb.

You’re so happy to be free from Camie’s claws that you and Ochaco drink more than you normally do on Saturday night.

You’re both lying lazily on your bed when she’s telling you about her new boyfriend. He’s the same guy from that one physics assignment (which, by the way, you didn’t fail), and she calls him Deku.

“I swear you’d like him Y/N. He’s so shy, but his arms are so biteable” she dreamily sighs.

You look up at the ceiling before answering “and what’s the correlation between any of the statements you just made?”.

She throws you a punch. “Why are you lucid still? Just… blabber!” she complains.

You chuckle. “I’m so getting an aspirin for tomorrow morning, for both me and you. Just go under the covers and sleep while I’m gone, okay?”.

She nods and you stand up, wobbling towards your kitchen.

“You know, you still haven’t delved into how good or bad things are going with your new roommate” she suddenly says. “You know I need the details”.

You lean on the wall next to your door for some stability before thinking about it.

“He’s good, I guess. We talk here and there when we’re both home, he told me he’s enrolled in economy. He seems rough but he knows how to cook some bomb ass curry, so I’ll keep him” you sluggishly reply. Damn, you really drank too much.

“Yeah Y/N you’ve told me this much. But do you find him hot? Did any of you just enter the bathroom not knowing the other was in it?” your best friend mumbles.

“He locks the door before doing anything” you roll your eyes, then wince because it has hurt your head.

“He’s mean, but he takes the time to be a good roommate I guess? I’d like to know him more than he lets others know, yeah, but he’s not very talkative. To be honest, I think that he’s scared to let people in. I’m probably too invasive for him” you ramble on.

“Did you even hear what I said?” you ask after the silence stretches too long, but the only things replying to your question are your best friend’s snores.

You sigh, then continue going to your kitchen.

It takes a while for you to find the medicine, and when you do, you hear your front door being opened.

With your mind still hazy, you recognise Katsuki’s figure.

“Hi” you tell him.

“Hello? God, you reek. You’re becoming a rat more and more each day” he roughly says while getting his coat off and on the hanger.

“How was work?” you continue, ignoring his comment.

He looks you up and down. He thinks you look kinda cute with your cheeks tinted pink and your hair ruffled, but he’s really tired. “Good, mind your fucking business though. I’m gonna sleep”.

You look hurt for a second, then relax your features. He always answers this way.

You take a good look at him. The light that enters from the window behind your couch makes his face barely visible; with the moonlight as your only aid, you take a moment longer than usual to just stare at him. Broad, blonde, big shoulders, a light scowl on his face, red eyes that seem to follow your every move. Maybe, in his next life, he could be a hero.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re, like, really pretty?” you stumble out.

He looks at you like you’ve just said the dumbest thing ever.

“What the fuck are you saying? Just let me go to sleep and go do whatever the fuck you were doing before”.

“I said you look really fucking hot, Katsuki” you repeat, kind of annoyed. “It’s not like I asked you to cut your hand and offer your blood for a sacrifice, fuck. Why do you have to be so rude?” you spit out.

He’s surprised. “That’s not the words you used the first time. Pretty and hot don’t mean the same thing” he says, faking that he hasn’t heard your outburst, while stepping closer to you.

“Whatever” you mumble.

He stops in front of you. Maybe he’s been kind of rude lately because the situation at work hasn’t been the best. He fired Camie because he repeatedly heard she wasn’t capable of doing anything good on top of being mean to her colleagues, but finding another manager was stressing him out. He wanted to fire her as soon as he came to know her behaviour the first time, but Kirishima said neither of them had enough time to deal with her father. As much as this infuriated him, he was right. They were in their last year, and university wasn’t gonna finish itself.

You’re looking up at him with a scowl. “Let’s both go to sleep, m’kay? You don’t know what you’re saying” he says, nicer than any other time he talked to you. In the back of your mind, you notice he isn’t cursing anymore.

You keep on mumbling something and almost trip on your feet trying to get to your room.

You’re about to fall when he picks you up bridal style and goes to get you in your room himself.

Just before you fall asleep in his arms (how strong is he? He’s not even straining) you put your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks, sorry, I’m really drunk. I didn’t want to invade your privacy” you say.

He just shushes you up before telling you to sleep.

And just before you pass out, you notice he smells faintly like coffee.

#bakugo katuski #bakugou katsuki #bnha #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou fic #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #and they were roommates #barista au

[rosekasa]

(slumber) partycrasher

He’s finishing up on Rue de la République when he sees Ladybug on Alya’s balcony. His footsteps slow to a halt on the roof tile. It’s Sunday today, isn't it? Ladybug doesn't patrol on Sundays. Did something happen at Alya’s? He stops, reroutes, and heads over.

He gets closer, the lights bringing them further into focus. The two girls stand close together, huddled over Alya’s phone, murmuring quietly.

“Good evening, ladies,” he says as he lands.

The shriek that exits Ladybug echoes through the street.

He stands there, rigid, all the punny greetings he had planned effectively smacked out of his mouth. He has never heard Ladybug make that sound before. He didn't even know Ladybug was capable of making that sound. Even Alya seems taken aback, staring at her wide-eyed.

After five heavy seconds of silence, Ladybug comes back to life. “Um—!” she says. “Wow! Chat Noir! Hi! I wasn't expecting you to crash our slumber party!”

He blinks, still reeling from the scream. “...Slumber party?”

This time, it's Alya’s stupor that lifts. “Um— yep! Ladybug comes over every Sunday and we have a sleepover. Y’know, Ladyblogger-Ladybug bonding time.”

Huh. So that’s why she doesn't patrol on Sundays? He thought it was a civilian thing.

…She could've told him.

“Oh. Well.” He hopes his voice doesn't sound strained. “Don’t let me intrude.” He gives them both a smile, then leaps back onto the rooftops.

Neither of them say goodbye.

══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══

He doesn't want to be petty, but why would Ladybug not tell him about the sleepovers? They’d agreed to keep superhero things completely transparent between each other. So is this not a superhero thing, then? Is Ladybug hanging out in costume with Alya Césaire more personal than hanging out with Chat Noir?

He huffs, eyes snapping over to the light on Alya’s balcony. He has a right to bring this up, surely. He's her partner.

Ladybug is alone, this time, but the glass door is open. She has a blanket over her shoulders, a fox-printed mug in her hand, the light of Alya’s phone illuminating her face, eyes glued to the screen.

Remembering her reaction from the last time, he steps onto the balcony a little gentler from behind her. “Hey—”

“They're making out on a fire escape.”

He chokes on his spit, grappling for purchase at the balcony door. “I— I’m sorry?”

Ladybug whips around, the blanket flying onto the floor. At least she doesn't scream again. But the look in her eye is somehow even more concerning.

Behind him, a toilet flushes, and padded footsteps draw near. “Did you get to the part where he books a hotel—” She cuts herself off with a gasp. “...Chat Noir. Hi.”

The three of them stand together silently, in their awkward vertical line, for what feels like a full minute.

This was such a stupid idea. What’s wrong with him, accosting his partner on her days off? It’s not his business how she spends that, nor who she spends it with. Unlike him, she’s not wasting all her time thinking about their partnership. Maybe he just needs to get a life.

“Sorry for crashing— again,” he quickly says. He takes a couple of steps back to the railing, turning to face both of them. “I— uh, thought there was an akuma down the road and wanted to tell you but, uh, looks like it's just a tree.” He laughs nervously, grabbing around for his baton. “I’ll be off, then.”

“Wait— are you sure—” Ladybug starts.

There’s sympathy in her eyes. His breath hitches.

“Yes!” he says. As he steps away from her again, his baton slips from his hand. “Sorry, I’ll just text next time.”

Alya pipes up from behind him. “Chat, you’re always welcome to stay—”

“No, seriously, I, like, am allergic to sleepovers. I break out into hives.”

Ladybug furrows her brow. “I don't think that's true.”

“My medical history is very complicated.” Finally retrieving his baton, he opens it and turns to the skyline. “Well, bye!”

Ladybug makes a small, aborted sound of protest. But then as she reaches to stop him, her grip on Alya’s phone slips.

She screams. Alya screams. Chat Noir wonders whether this is what they're practicing together every Sunday.

Still balanced on his baton, he grabs the phone midair, holding it up over the safety of the balcony.

Automatically, his eyes fall on the screen.

Ladybug moans as Chat Noir kisses down her neck. He lifts her onto the fire escape, pulling her legs around him, lifting his head to press a hot, wet, kiss to her—

Alya snatches the phone from his hand. “Thanks.”

Ladybug’s face is crimson, hands tight around her mug.

Chat Noir looks from Ladybug, to Alya, to the phone. Her screen is still on. He looks away before he catches any more words.

He clears his throat. “W-Well, I should, uh, get off, then. I mean—!” He holds up his hands. “Be off! This balcony! And back home! Um— you should read— I mean, um, use your phone indoors just in case. Bye!”

He never does get around to asking about their slumber parties.

#im sorry #miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #ml fic #♡alizeh writes♡

[hysteria-things]

i need a part 4 of sinful desires 🙏🙏🙏🙏

SINFUL DESIRES (part four)

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read part two here

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i stumbled upon this photo and nate got me spiraling like how is the (my) man low key ripped🤣

“y/n! nate’s here!” your mom yells from the bottom of the stairs.

you’ve been trying to keep the relationship on the down low with him, but it doesn’t help that he’s attached to your hip every time you guys are in school. it didn’t take long for people to notice.

usually, he’d text you if he’s coming over, but this is the first time he’s here unannounced.

you walk down the stairs and see your mom talking to him, but when they see you your mom smiles. “i’ll leave you two be.”

she exits, and that’s when you notice a white box in his hands. “i know you don’t like attention.” he starts. “like whenever your family and mine would go out for your birthday you’d throw a hissy fit when i told the waiter to sing to you.”

you roll your eyes playfully. “yeah, yeah. what’s this about?”

“so.” he sighs. “since we’re official and because i’m not that much of an asshole to ask you in front of the whole school, i got you cupcakes.”

he opens the box, revealing five nicely decorated cupcakes with extra treats around it. it’s your favorite flavor, and the writing is in your favorite color.

you grin widely.

PROM?

the sound of the zipper is heard while your mother beams behind you. “you look so beautiful.” she says and you turn around.

not to sound biased, but your dress is beautiful. it’s red and sparkly with a slit on the side of your leg. it’s off the shoulder and flows neatly down to your ankles. the top of it is separated by a mesh with red stems and leaves stitched on it.

you hear footsteps come up the stairs, and your dad enters the room. “nate’s downstairs waiting for you.” he says, smiling at the way you look.

you get deja vu when walking down the stairs. it feels like the day when he asked you to prom a few weeks ago.

nate moistens his lips, holding your hands in his to put the corsage on your wrist. he’s wearing a simple black tux with a red tie and handkerchief, along with red dress shoes.

“you’re so fucking hot.” he mumbles so only you can hear. “i can’t believe you’re mine.”

prom went on smoothly… except for the football player who tried to flirt with you in front of your boyfriend’s face.

you didn’t feed into it or anything, but you’re a people pleaser. so, you talked back politely to the guy trying to let him down easy. he didn’t get the memo.

your dress is bunched up on the floor along with nate’s shirt and pants. he still has his boxers on for now.

he tightens the tie he wore on your hands that are tied to the headboard of his bed. he didn’t give you shit for talking to the guy, but you know this is your punishment.

he leaves wet kisses down your neck until he finds your sweet spot. biting down, you moan softly at the sensation.

a purple bruise forms, and then he moves down to your exposed breasts. he leaves multiple marks there, squeezing hard at them causing you to gasp.

he kisses down your stomach, chest heaving in the process. you’re getting wetter by the second the closer he gets to your core.

his bottom lip grazes down your body as he spreads your legs wide. he grins smuggly at the way you’re dripping. instead of going where you want him most, he bites down on the inside of your thighs to yet again leave hickeys there.

you whine when you feel his breath on your sensitive folds. “tell me what you want.” he demands, staring at the way your pussy reacts to his voice.

you squirm under the restraints but whine again in response.

“words, pretty.”

“i need you so bad, nate.” you whimper. “please. please, i’ll be—” you stop talking when his tongue flattens on your slit, licking a strand up painfully slow.

his lifts your legs on his shoulders and licks painfully slow again. you wiggle, pulling your wrists away but they don’t move an inch. he tied it good.

he moves away and hovers over your face. this teasing is making your eyes water from the way your clit is swollen from being so turned on without doing anything about it.

he smirks. “i love how needy you are. i bet i can make you cum with just my words.”

uh oh.

you turn your head away, but he takes his finger under your chin and forces you to look at him. he nibbles your earlobe before whispering. “you’re such a pretty mess for me. going to have you walking around with hickeys so people know you’re mine. maybe you can show your new friend who you were talking to before.”

you squeeze your legs together for friction, but nate notices right away and forces them back open. “need me to fuck you real good, don’t you? have you begging for me, right? remember that night i came into your room and fucked you so hard you were limping at school the next day? or when i had you bent over that desk over there?” he points, and you follow his finger and whine.

“wearing my jersey with my name on it, taking my cock as if you were made for it. tied up nice just begging to be used. i’m gonna fuck you like i own you, baby.”

you exhale, pathetically fluttering the start of your release out of you. he rubs his fingers on your clit and you moan loud before he pushes two in, pumping them as slow as a snail. “tell me you’re mine, y/n.”

you let out a quiet sob, feeling helpless under his dominance. “i-i’m yours, nate.”

he kisses your lips passionately, continuing to move his fingers in and out… in and out. you moan into the kiss, the rest of your orgasm making a mess on his sheets.

he takes them out and licks his lips when you open your mouth and suck on his digits. “that’s my good girl.”

when taking his fingers out, he goes back to your core. you rut once his tongue makes contact like it did before, but this time he does something.

your moans come out in bits and pieces while he eats you out like a starved man, hitting just the right spot. “shush. you do know my family is sleeping, right?”

“please, nate.” you scratch at the fabric. “i need to touch you.”

“no,” he says blankly, somehow digging deeper than before.

this time, his tongue moves in weird directions, until you figure out that he’s spelling out something.

MINE.

you pinch your lips together tightly so you don’t moan too loudly from the pleasure, but it’s no use. “i’ll stop.” he threatens, pulling away. “be quiet. don’t make me tell you again.”

he pulls you in closer, your legs shaking and squeezing around his head when you feel your orgasm approach for the second time. you bite your lip hard, smearing your white on his mouth.

he sighs. “i knew you’d taste good.”

finally, he pulls down his boxers to reveal the raging boner that he’s been holding in way too long.

his hands roam your body, squeezing at your arms, then your tits, then your hips, and then your thighs.

each time he squeezed, he’d say ‘mine.’

aligning himself to your hole, you’re filled with adrenaline because this is the moment you’ve been waiting for all night. his lips make contact with yours — because he knows you’ll be loud — and starts pushing into you.

he thrusts deep, but not too fast, making sure to feel how your walls wrap perfectly around him. (even though he’s felt them multiple times before)

both of your lips are red when he pulls away so you guys can breathe, soft whimpers leaving your mouth.

his forehead leans on yours. “what’s my name, pretty?”

“n—” you start but get cut off when his tip gets closer to your g-spot the more he thrusts into you.

“nathan.” you whimper, tugging like the tie will magically pop off the headboard. “oh my god, nate.”

his hand covers your mouth. your moans and squeals are muffled when he starts moving faster. he’s close himself, and all he wants to do is fill what’s his. “fuck, i’m going to cum inside you. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

you nod frantically, pleading into his hand. he grunts and tries to not have the bed bang against the wall before spilling into you, still thrusting to make sure he coats your pussy well.

your body twitches, feeling numb but so good at the same time as you cum around his dick.

nate wipes your tears, peppering kisses on your face while he unties your hands. they hurt little, but he soothes the pain by rubbing them. he pulls you close, the sound of his heartbeat calming your breathing. “remember when i hated you?” he asks, and you laugh.

“yeah; and i hated you.”

“want to know something?” he stares at you as if you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. “i think i’m falling in love with you.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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Omega Retreat : Chapter 3

Pairing : Alpha Bucky x Omega reader

Warnings : R18, Eventual Smut, reference to physical ailments

Word count : 2083

Masterlist

Summary : As an unmarked and lonely omega you find a flyer for a service called The Omega Retreat.

You are paired with a compatible alpha to spend your heat or just a week at a luxurious cabin at a forest resort. Amenities and Utilities included. Enjoy the beautiful scenery, fresh air, as well as the company of an alpha of your choosing. What could possibly go wrong?

You tried to focus on your work, but you found yourself losing focus time and time again. Your eyes kept leaving the dull glow of your computer monitor to steal glances at your phone.

“You seem distracted.”

Her tone was playful, but the abrupt interruption still had you jumping in your seat. Your boss had snuck up behind you easily as you were rechecking your email on your phone.

“Geez, we’ll have to string a bell around you if you're going to sneak up on people.” You laughed back, reassured by her coy smile.

“Something’s got you in a good mood.” She hummed behind you.

“Oh, yeah I guess.” You try to hide your pink cheeks, too embarrassed over getting caught texting a new flame like a love-struck teenager.

“All the girls can smell the change. Even the betas, dear.” She sang back.

“Who is he?” She tried to hide her beaming smile behind the back of her hand as she leaned over on the wall of your cubicle.

You scoff, trying to cover your warm cheeks as you answer. “You sound more excited than my mother was.”

She gasped with a wide smile, like a schoolgirl getting gossip from a friend. Omega’s always connected more closely, and it warmed your heart that she could be equally happy for you. So, when she leaned in for a hint of another scent that may have been left to linger on your skin, you quickly answered the anticipation in her eyes.

“We haven’t met in person yet; you're not going to catch a whiff of him, so don’t bother trying.” You laughed up at her before she pulled away.

“No fun. You could at least tell me what he is.” You knew it had to be the question bugging her the most.

You hesitated for a second, biting back on your lip before whispering back, “An alpha.”

“I knew it!” She nearly jumped with delight, leading you to try and shush her before the other cubicles were privy to your personal business.

It made you happy that you could feel like you had bonds even at work, and we’re thankful for her gentle omega nature.

“Keep your voice down.”

“I’m sorry; I’m just so happy for you. After everything, I just..”

You didn’t want her to finish that sentence. Luckily for you, she wouldn’t, looking back into your saddened eyes instead. “I’m just so happy for you.”

“Thank you.”

“You think you’ll meet him soon?”

You chuckled alongside her, glad to have the conversation shift back to a lighter tone.

“We’ll see. We’ll see.” You shoo at her, hoping to get some of the work she’d given you done today.

She gets the message, realizing she’d been gushing for too long and had work of her own.

“Fine, but I expect an invite to that wedding.”

It was the last you heard of her before she walked back to her office.

You smiled back at your computer, a drab Excel sheet still painted over its background. You sighed back at it until a telltale ding rang across your previously ignored phone.

A relationship with an alpha was still scary, but Bucky seemed to dampen those worries every time you looked at his photo blipping over your screen.

You pulled the phone towards you to glance over the notification of Bucky’s message.

“I wait to see you tonight.” You read along with the small message box.

You ran your fingernail along the power button before pressing on it, letting the passcode window light up the screen before tapping on a handful of numbers.

You looked back at the few cubicles behind you, making sure you had a moment to answer.

“Me either. I can’t focus on work,” you typed fervently.

“I’d rather meet you in person, Omega." The message pops up in the next second.

You let out a breathy chuckle with a smile, still in disbelief that you could be his omega even in text.

“I know. Hopefully soon, but I’m excited about our video date.”

You were more than excited; it was all you could think about as the hours ticked away slower than they normally would. When 5 p.m. finally rolled around, you nearly lept from your seat. You nearly forgot to shut off your computer before grabbing your stuff and rushing away.

A giddy drive home was a delightful change of pace, spurring you to drive just a tick above the speed limit as you neared your little house.

You fly through the house, letting the door slam behind you before tossing your purse over the couch. You stumbled past the mirror, only to twist back towards it after catching sight of your messy hair.

Your fingers only tangle into it as you fight to take it out of its messy bun. You only tied it up halfway through the day for a little comfort, only to ruin all the work you put into it that morning.

You didn’t have any time to fuck with it now, yet you continue to burn through the few seconds you have left trying to tame your tired looks. Could each flyaway be seen through your laptop's webcam?

You stopped for a second, closing your eyes and sucking in an uneven breath before looking back up at your reflection.

You looked red—nothing new, of course—but not a face you wanted him to see, and yet there wasn’t anything you could do to fight it except to finally calm down.

Your hair wasn’t bad, and your reflection wasn’t meant to scare you, and as you continued to breathe, that red blush began to fade. You can do this.

You leave the mirror, setting your eyes on the laptop still sitting on the coffee table. You lowered yourself to the sofa to sit as comfortably as possible before pulling the computer to your lap and switching it on.

A brief photo of you with your arm wrapped around your mother’s shoulder flashed in the background of your screen before you set up the video call.

It was just more of those bouncing dots with a different ring as it all danced along a blue screen. You held your breath, waiting patiently for his image to take over. Yet, when the square zoomed over the page and movement took over your screen, every ounce of air seemed to force its way from your lungs.

He was there, tucking his hair behind his ear and smiling at his own screen as you gave a shocked smile.

“Hi!”

You mouthed back an overwhelmed ‘hi’ as you watched him intently. Your mouth moved in an attempt to form words, but you were far too mesmerized by the real alpha on your screen. That is, until his smile fell.

“Is your sound on? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” You were quick to reassure him, wanting desperately to see that smile set upon you again.

Just as you hoped, it was back in an instant after hearing your voice.

“Sorry, I was just a little speechless for a second.” You blinked at his image, wanting to make sure it was real as you spoke to it. “It’s amazing to finally see the real you. Not that I thought your photos were fake..uh it’s just.” You fought your way through your ramblings as he chuckled at your giddy and nervous demeanor.

“No, I know what you mean. It’s so exciting to finally see you, Omega.”

It was like a dream, finally laughing and talking where you could see one another and study each of his expressions as he took each word that left your stuttering lips. Hours pass, and the conversation continues to burn through the night as it’s carried happily between the two of you.

It was so much better, but not nearly enough. A frustration shared by both you and him began to show as the veneer hiding it broke away.

“But, I wanna bury my face in your neck.” His voice deepens, showing a glimpse at a small possessive side. It was something you’d initially feared from an alpha.

“I gotta see you for real.”

It’s so sudden, you could hardly believe it would always be like this for omegas, but how could someone who had shut themselves away for so long really know?

You think back on what others spoke of during their tales of pleasure and even the more harrowing words from your physician only a few weeks prior. They’d cut off your suppressants ‘for your own safety’, and urged you to seek a sexual partner in the most blatant terms. But, they weren’t wrong, and with another possibly fatal heat on the horizon, you had to make a very difficult choice.

“Maybe we should. It's just...” You stopped for a second to calm yourself. “It hasn’t been very long, and you're already..so smitten.”

“Can you blame me?” His voice rang low over the speaker yet still sang through your worries so melodically.

His tone drops, becoming more serious and heavy, so much so that it only echos the ever-grave voice that bounced around the back of your mind. “What are you scared of?”

It hit close to home, like he could be looking right through you and seeing every mounting fear you tried so hard to bottle up.

“It's just, with a heat coming in a couple weeks..” you tried to ignore the breaking of your own voice as you spoke. You didn’t want this to be the reason why, and you didn’t want it to be so soon that you two had to meet or finally be intimate. “...and I just don’t want to rush things. But I agree; maybe we should consider meeting in person soon."

You fought not to let your true emotions show and not to let your true fears come to light in front of him. It was a relief when his face lit up with so much joy. He just stared back at you, his eyes beaming through the screen.

You could nearly cry. After ripping off this first bandage, it was such a relief that you finally felt you could breathe properly. You chuckled happily together, taking in each other's joyous reaction when he finally spoke again.

“I can send you an invitation right away. I can be there for you.” He spoke so passionately, looking at you with big, wet blue eyes before typing away at the keys on his keyboard.

“W-what invitation?” You nearly coughed on the words as they left your throat.

You do think back on the vacation packages on the original website and how they boasted about safety as well as elegance. The thought of having that kind of special getaway with the Alpha often, finally seeing Bucky where the sun could hit his skin instead of in the glow of your laptop monitor.

But, he was still technically a stranger, in spite of the two of you consistently sharing messages over the course of several weeks. Running away with him seemed, in the most juvenile sense, stupid. Yet, a twinge in your stomach urged you to leap at his offer.

“It is such a beautiful resort.” You chuckled nervously. You recalled all the photos you’d scrolled through before he’d matched you on the website.

“I’ll meet you anywhere you want me to, Omega. I just want to feel you so bad.” The low drag of his voice wasn’t unfamiliar by now, after having heard similar sentiments during a steamier exchange over a phone call. You felt a little embarrassed as your skin started to flush again.

“I don’t want to make you spend that much money on me.”

"This is not about money. I just want everything to be perfect for you.”

You try to force yourself to speak, but each word falls flat on your tongue. He was offering you what felt like a lifeline with open arms. You never wanted something like this to progress so damn quickly, but maybe you were really that desperate. Maybe you were really that scared.

It was so nice to be wanted, and by him especially, an alpha unlike any other you’d ever met. You still wanted time to think about it, but what time do you have left before a possible disaster? The date of your heat was growing closer, but you had to afford at least a night to ponder something like this.

“C-can I have a few days to think about it?”

Chapter 4

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Co-Host part 4

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Part 3 here

Warning - smut

The moment Lucy left, the girls had spoken non stop throughout the week. At first it was a stream of texts, until Leah decided that took too much effort and would rather see Lucy’s face. They had FaceTimed every day, mostly after training or before bed, talking about their days or not talking at all, sharing the calm silence between them.

The energy between them had shifted, it felt like it did that first night in the hotel room, when both girls dropped their guards. But it was even better then that, it felt like their relationship had jumped up a level, it felt like both girls could breath, like a heavy weight had disappeared, and a light air had settled between them.

——————

A week later and Lucy was on her way to pick up Leah for their first official date.

She had thought about it all week. She didn’t want to do anything too outlandish or over the top, she wanted to keep it simple and do something Leah would actually enjoy.

Then it came to her, cinema and bowling.

Classic.

It was the top tier first date for anyone, and it even involved a bit of a competition, that of course both girls loved.

Lucy knocked at Leah’s door, waiting for the blonde.

The door opened to a very cute looking Leah. She was wearing an over sized white shirt undone, with a loose white crop top, revealing her toned stomach. She finished it off with a pair of loose baggy jeans and brown converse. Her blonde hair in a pony tail.

Leah was nervous, she had been nervous the whole week, she was finally getting to go on a real date with Lucy. She had wondered what a date with the brunette would be like for a few years.

She stood at the door way looking at Lucy, who was also looking very cute. She was wearing a black over sized T shirt, with cream cargo trousers. Two thin gold chains sparkled on her neck, finishing it off with white Nikes. Her hair nearly parted in her famous bun to finish it off.

“Hey.” The blonde smiled sweetly at the brunette, closing the door behind her.

“Hi.” The brunette smiled shyly.

They embraced warmly, both girls holding on a second longer, just wanting to feel the others body.

Leah pulled back, her heart racing a little harder.

“So, where you taking me? I’m excited.”

“I was thinking cinema and bowling?”

Leah’s smile widened. “Oh I’m going to beat you, I’m amazing at bowling. You don’t know what you’re in for.”

Lucy laughed, it was nice to see Leah a lot more laid back, something she hadn’t got to experience face to face in a long time.

“Pshhh, yeah, yeah. You wish.” Lucy grinned ear to ear.

Both girls laughed, each catching small glances at each other.

Considering both girls had seen each other naked plenty of times, also having sex countless times, there was a nervous, shy exchange between them.

It was a weird feeling, going on a first date with someone after you had already seen their come face hundreds of times.

——————

In one of the rare occasions when they actually spoke after a night of sex, the girls had spoken about films and shows they liked. Lucy had remembered Leah mentioning that she was a marvel fan, and luckily enough, so was Lucy.

Marvel had a new film out, so of course Lucy got two tickets for them to watch. She also bought the largest popcorn for them to share, but even with such a big box they found themselves constantly touching hands.

Not that either girl minded.

During the film Lucy would find herself staring at Leah, it was mostly after a funny scene. She'd watch the blonde laugh, she loved how her her eyes wrinkled from her smile. Lucy couldn’t help but catch herself smiling at the sight.

The film came to an end and the credits rolled up, but of course neither girl moved. Leah scoffed as other movie goers got up to leave.

“Why don’t people know that there is a whole scene after the credits?” She rolled her eyes.

Lucy chuckled softly at the girls annoyance.

“Maybe cos they’re not as nerdy as you?”

Leah faked a gasp. Throwing the end of the popcorn at Lucy.

“Erm no. Nothing about Marvel is nerdy, thank you. And neither am I.”

Both girls laughed loudly. As the credits finished Leah grabbed Lucy’s hand.

“Shhh it’s starting.”

Lucy had held Leah’s hands plenty of times, in many different ways. She had felt the majority of the girls body, but Leah’s hand in hers right now felt completely different, the butterfly’s were flying hard in her stomach.

Lucy smiled and whispered. “Nerd.”

Once the film was finished they made their way to the bowling alley next door.

Leah rubbed her hands, smirking at Lucy.

“I’m really good at bowling, so don’t be too upset when I beat you.”

Lucy laughed as she finished putting their names in the computer. She walked up close to Leah’s face.

“I actually can’t wait to beat you. Do you not know who you’re playing with? I don’t lose.” The older girls smirk was playful, showing off her pearly whites.

Leah wasn’t sure if it was the excitement of the competition or the excitement of having Lucy so close to her face that made her heart rate spike.

Either way she wanted to wipe that smirk right off of Lucy’s annoyingly gorgeous face.

The girls started their first round, both starting of strong, but neither hitting a strike. By the last round Leah was in the lead by only two points, but she was making sure to remind Lucy every five minutes.

And of course Lucy wasn’t happy, she was shocked at just how good Leah was. She never normally would have to interfere with any game or competition she was in, but Leah’s teasing was getting the better of her.

It was now Leah’s turn, she waited for the machine to release the dark green bowling ball she’d been playing with throughout the game. Just as the ball was released she felt a strong body behind her back, a familiar perfume taking over her senses.

“Thats not too heavy for you, is it?”

Lucy was pressed up against Leah’s back, breathing down her neck. She dipped her fingers into the dark green ball, trying to make a show.

Leah shivered, she watched Lucy’s dexterous fingers dip into the holes, giving her flashbacks of nights when Lucy had those exact fingers inside her.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself Lee.” Her voice was deep and full of mischief.

Leah knew what she was doing, and annoyingly it was working, she let out a deep breath trying to gain some composure.

“No, it’s definitely not too heavy, thanks. You can go back on the bench now.” She smirked.

Lucy chuckled, she pressed her front a little deeper into Leah’s arse.

“No problem, just wanted to make sure you don’t hurt those precious fingers of yours. They’re important to me.”

She felt Lucy move away, but her presence still stuck to her. She turned around to see Lucy back on the bench, a wicked smile plastered on her face.

Fuck.

Leah walked over to take her turn, she tried to concentrate but Lucy was in her head.

She threw the ball, and before it even got half way it swerved to the side, hitting the gutter. All 9 skittles still standing.

She turned around to see a shit eating grin plastered on Lucy’s face.

“Ahh Leah, gutted for you.”

Lucy laughed as she stood to take her turn. 

“You cheated! At least I know I didn’t have to mess with you to win.”

Leah sat at the bench, her arms folded in annoyance.

Lucy couldn’t help but feel a little bad, but seeing Leah sulk like this was maybe the cutest things she’d ever seen, she even had her bottom lips sticking out.

Lucy walked up to take her go, she took the shot as she normally did but this time she striked.

She couldn’t hold back the grin on her face as she heard Leah behind her.

“Are you serious?”

The blonde stuck her tongue between her lip and teeth in annoyance.

Lucy gingerly walked over to the blonde, trying to hold back the laugh.

Leah wouldn’t look at her, she wanted to prove a point. Until Lucy bent down, her face close to hers once more.

“Ahh I’m sorry Lee.”

Leah kept her eyes purposefully off the brunette, standing her ground.

“You play dirty Bronze.”

Lucy’s smirk was devilish. She gently cupped Leah’s chin, making her face her, so she had nowhere else to look. She purred her next words.

“You love when I play dirty.” 

Leah couldn’t hide the shiver that ran up her spine. Hating that Lucy saw it for herself.

“How can I make it up you Lee?” Her voice was low and soft.

Lucy’s lips were inches from Leah’s, the brunettes eyes were staring at the blondes glossed lips. She looked like she wanted to devour her.

Leah couldn’t keep up the annoyance any longer, having Lucy this close to your face and not kissing her felt criminal.

She grabbed the brunette by her shirt and connected their lips together. Both girls moaning softly at the feeling of each other’s lips. It had been over three weeks since they last kissed, this was long overdue.

After a few minutes they reluctantly pulled back, they were in a public place after all.

“I’ve missed that.” Lucy bit her own lips, smiling at the girl in front of her.

“So have I.” Leah was a little breathless.

For a few seconds the girls stared at each other, just smiling, until their moment was interrupted by a group, cheering loudly a couple rows down, bringing them back to the room.

Lucy stood back up, a mischievous smile on her face.

“Right, next round.”

“Try not to cheat this time Bronze.”

They played one more round of bowling, with no distractions this time, Lucy kept her flirting to a minimum and Leah won the round by three points. Lucy being only slightly annoyed.

They wondered over to the arcade, both girls ready to show off their gaming skills. The pair were in their element.

Of course between two athletes and competitive gamers, they ended up winning an absurd amount of pink tokens. Lucy winning the most on the basket hoops, Leah secretly finding the sport sexy on the brunette.

Lucy used her winnings on a white teddy bear for Leah. It was the least she could do for her shenanigans at bowling.

Once they were all gamed out they made their way to an Italian restaurant Lucy had made reservations for. She knew Leah was picky, so she didn’t want to take her anywhere too spicy.

Throughout the meal they didn’t take their eyes off each other. The playful mood from earlier was turning into playful flirting. It was hot between them, the girls playing footsies throughout the meal.

They spoke about what happened between them these last few months. Both apologising every chance they could. It wasn’t too heavy, but it was needed. They both felt lighter, both gaining an understanding of the other’s point of view.

It was upsetting to now know if they had just spoken they wouldn’t have gone through all the heart break. But as they say, you live and you learn. They were just happy to be with each other now.

Their first date came to an end, Lucy paid the waiter and of course Leah tried to argue, but Lucy wasn’t having any of it.

Lucy hailed a black cab. The brunette mindlessly played with Leah’s hands as the spoke in the cab. Leah noticed the warmth in her cheeks from the touch, loving the feeling of Lucy’s soft side coming out. The side she had got a small glimpse of that first night.

The taxi pulled up to Leah’s house.

“Can you give me two minutes, I’ll be right back.” Lucy asked the cab driver.

“No worries.”

“Thanks,”

She walked Leah to her door, she really didn’t want to end it here but she knew she had to.

Both girls came to a stop, shy smiles plastered their faces. Leah broke the silence.

“I’ve had the best day. Thank you so much. And thank you for my bear” She held the toy close to her face.

Lucy smiled bashfully at the blonde. “You’re welcome. I’ve had such a good time.”

Leah pulled Lucy gently by her hands, closer to her face.

“Are you sure I can’t pay the taxi to leave now? And you and I finish this date off properly?”

Lucy bit her lip. It was very tempting.

“I want nothing more than to have my way with you, but I really want to give us time.”

Leah nodded, she knew Lucy was right, she wanted that too, she wanted more than what it was before. She just was so desperate to have Lucy.

“You’re right. Sorry, I know we agreed. I just…god I just want you so bad.”

Lucy chuckled. “I do too.”

Leah grabbed her hands kissing her softly.

“The next date is my turn.”

Lucy smiled. “Oh another date? I don’t remember agreeing to that.”

Leah laughed sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll see if Ona’s about for a date. Im sure she’d appreciate me.”

Lucy laughed pulling Leah closer to her body.

“I’d love to go on another date.”

“Thats what I thought.”

They kissed once more, finding it hard to let go. Lucy made her way back to the cab. She waited until Leah was in her house before she got in the car.

She got her phone out texting Leah straight away. Also receiving an instant reply.

Lucy - God, that was hard

Leah - I know, I was close to dragging you inside

Leah - not in a creepy way 

Lucy chuckled.

Lucy - so what’s the next date?

Leah - you’ll have to wait and see

Lucy - hmmm I can’t wait

——————-

The girls ended up going on a series of dates, they had gone to gigs, comedy clubs, pottery class and even a football match. Each date was better than the last, they grew closer each time, constantly finding out new things about the other.

It was also becoming harder at the end of each date to say goodbye without finding themselves pressed against a wall, tongue’s down each other’s throats.

It had been 6 weeks, and they had kept to their no sex rule, keeping it PG. A few kisses and make out sessions here and there, but the desperation was starting to show.

——————

On their next date Leah planned for the pair to attend a cocktail making class.

The girls were standing around a C shape bar, with a few other participants and a cocktail teacher in the middle. There was a bunch of fresh ingredients laid out in front of them, with some fancy T ools Leah had never seen before.

The teacher walked through the instructions on how to make their cocktails, step by step. The girls were enjoying themselves, now and   again Leah was finding it a little hard to follow instructions and of course Lucy was making it look easy, and at times even sexy.

But it seemed Leah wasn’t the only one that had the same thought. A short blonde girl besides the brunette had been shamelessly checking Lucy out during the entire class.

Leah tried to not let it get to her, Lucy was beautiful. She was going to get people looking at her, Leah had actually already gotten used to women and annoyingly men, admiring Lucy, it happened a lot. But this girl was just a bit too bold for Leah’s liking.

The striker could hear the girl making unnecessary conversation with Lucy, Lucy of course was oblivious to the girls flirting or if she had noticed she didn’t lead on. She replied politely enough with a laugh or a one liner.

“Have you done this before? You seem to know what you’re doing. You definitely have the arms for it.” The blonde girl smiled.

“Oh, thanks.” Lucy smiled politely.

Lucy could feel Leah’s rage next her, watching as she cut the Lemon for her drink, gutting the poor fruit.

She knocked Leah gently, giving her a wink, she was happy to get a small smile from the girl.

By the third cocktail the blonde continued to flirt with Lucy, even though Lucy wasn’t giving her anything.

“Oh wow, your cocktail looks so good, do you think I could taste you? Sorry, I mean yours?”

The short blonde girl laughed, stepping a little close to Lucy.

Lucy was lost for words, she looked like a dear in head lights.

That was far enough for Leah.

Leah reached over to Lucys section, grabbing the cocktail and downing the glass in one go.

She smacked her lips loudly. “You’re right, that was delicious.”

Leah wiped the dribble from her chin. Going back to her own cocktail.

The blonde screwed up her face, muttering something under her breath, clearly pissed off. Leah looked back over at her smiling sweetly.

“But it didn’t taste as good as you.” She whispered it into Lucy’s ear but loud enough for the girl to hear.

Lucy gulped, she smiled wickedly at Leah, she was loving this jealous side to her.

That had shut the blonde up, she didn’t try and talk to Lucy again after that.

The class came to an end, so the girls made their way down to the bar part of the building, they ordered some drinks and found a small wooden booth lit by a candle.

Lucy was smiling at Leah, an amused smile Leah’s hadn’t seen before.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?”

Lucy chuckled. “I like jealous Leah. She’s cute.”

Leah ducked her head, playing with the beer mat, she couldn’t help but smirk. She was glad Lucy saw it as cute and not anything bad.

“Yeah, well. She was too much, she wouldn’t stop staring at you, talking to you. She was like a bitch in heat.”

Lucy really laughed then. She took Leah’s hands stroking it gently.

“Well, just so you know, I only have eyes for you.”

Leah felt her cheeks blush, thankful the table was lit by the low light of the candle.

“Good, glad to hear it.”

The girls spoke for a bit, they decided to stay at the bar as they were enjoying the vibe and drinks.

“Same again?”

Lucy nodded. “Please.”

Lucy watched Leah as she walked to the bar, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pure happiness wash over her.

These last couple of weeks had been the happiest she’d been in a while. Every time she saw Leah, or got a text or call from her, she’d feel those dangerous butterflies in her stomach. She was all she thought about, her feelings were growing for the blonde more and more everyday, it was scary but she liked it.

Leah ordered their cocktails, she glanced over at Lucy, catching the brunette looking at her with a doppy smile on her face.

She looked over at Lucy every now and then, enjoying her view.

Like Lucy, Leah couldn’t help but notice just how happy she was in herself. She couldn’t deny it she was falling for Lucy, it was the happiest she’d ever been, she felt so comfortable around the brunette. She felt like she could be herself, no mask just her.

By the fifth glance Lucy was no longer alone.

Lucy looked up ready to see Leah, but the blonde from the class was now in front of her.

“Hey, I’m Erin. Let’s cut to the chase. I think you’re really fucking hot. I’m really fucking hot, so you should give me your number.”

Lucy had heard a few bad chat up lines, a few one liners that were even a bit bold, but that had to be one of the cringiest ones she’s ever heard.

“No, you’re alright. My girlfriend is hot enough.” She gestured towards Leah at the bar.

Even in this stupid conversation, Lucy liked the way she said girlfriend so easily.

Leah could tell from Lucy’s body language that she was uncomfortable but was being polite, it even looked like she nodded towards Leah, but that didn’t seem to deter the girl.

Erin didn’t bother to look at Leah, she clearly knew who she was talking about.

“Girlfriend? God, well I can be your friend surely? Aren’t you allowed friends? Friends that can fuck?”

Lucy felt herself physically back up in her seat.

Back at the bar Leah could feel the anger boiling up in her. Why did this girl not get the hint?

Just in time the drinks were made and Leah was back at the table in seconds. Lucy’s face brightened as she watched her marching over.

“Hey Lee. I was just telling Emily.”

The blonde cleared her throat “Its Erin.”

“Oh sorry. Erin that we a-hmm.”

Lucy couldn’t finish her sentence as Leah’s mouth was now on hers.

Leah held Lucy by the chin, sticking her tongue deep inside her mouth, licking and sucking every inch of her tongue, causing the brunette to moan.

Leah moved to straddle the brunette, she loved that Lucy wasn’t pushing her away, or stopping their kisses.

Lucy’s head was spinning, she was close to passing out from the lack of oxygen but she didn’t care, not when Leah was kissing her like this. She knew as soon as the blonde came over Leah was going to loose her shit and she couldn’t help but love this jealous side of her.

Leah pulled back, just slightly as she heard Lucy groan. She felt Lucy pulling her closer by her arse, she couldn’t hold back her own moan from the move.

She’d almost forgotten why she’d gone all out like this. She turned around to see the blonde still sitting there, she looked disgusted.

“Are you still here? Mate you’re not getting her, she’s mine. Fuck off.”

The girl looked shocked, she huffed, leaving the booth quickly.

Leah turned back around to face a very smug looking Lucy.

“I’m yours? Is that so?”

Lucy grinned from ear to ear, her lips swollen from Leah’s kissing.

“Well, I would have liked to ask you in a completely different way, but yeah. I do want you to be mine. I want you to be my girlfriend, if you want to be of course.”

It was the brightest smile Leah had ever seen on Lucy’s face. It made her heart race.

“I do. I definitely want to be your girlfriend. I just told her that you were my girlfriend, my very hot girlfriend.”

“Oh did you now?”

Leah’s smile was just as bright as Lucy’s, she leaned in to the defenders lips, kissing her softly. She continued.

“Shall we finish these drinks and head back to mine?”

Lucy nodded eagerly. “Please.”

They had just about finished their drinks by the time they started to drag each other out the bar. Leah couldn’t help but wink at the blonde while Lucy pulled her by the hand.

Her face was a picture.

—————

They tumbled into the back of a black cab, Lucy gave Leah’s address to the driver and within seconds her mouth was back on Leah’s lips. But it was over as quickly as it started. Both noticing the cab drivers eyes lingering in the rear view mirror, they kept their hands to themselves, not wanting to give the cab driver a show.

But Lucy couldn’t help herself, she glanced down at Leah’s beautiful bare thighs, thanking the gods the blonde had worn a skirt that day.

She traced her fingers slowly around Leah’s hot skin, watching the girl open her legs wider. Lucy couldn’t hold back the chuckle at Leah’s eagerness.

Leah’s breath caught in her throat, just this simple touch from Lucy was making her pussy throb. It had been so long since she last felt Lucy’s hands on her skin.

Lucy snaked her hand higher up the firm thigh, past the end of Leah’s skirt, she watched as Leah’s body reacted to her touch. She heard Leah make a small groan as she got a little higher, she felt her own pussy throb at the site.

Leah placed her coat over her lap, not wanting any wondering eyes to see what they were up to.

Her fingers hit the curve of Leah’s thigh, she could feel her lace underwear under her fingers, Lucy smiled to herself, she could tell Leah was wearing thongs.

She gently skirted her fingers across Leah’s lips, feeling the dampness of the fabric. Once again her smile grew, her beautiful, cocky smile plastered on her face. She whispered in a low voice.

“Is someone wet already?”

Leah felt her skin prickle with goosebumps, she hadn’t been touched by Lucy in so long, even the slightest touch made her feel completely on the edge.

“I’ve been wet since we met.”

Those words alone made Lucy want to rip Leah’s clothes off and take her how she wanted in the backseat of the cab, but she knew she couldn’t.

Well, she could if Leah could be quiet.

She pushed her fingers hard against Leah’s sex, knowing exactly where her clit was, causing the blonde to moan hard.

“Fuck Luce.” Leah gasped.

Lucy pushed harder, rubbing slowly against her sensitive clit.

Leah was in heaven, even if Lucy’s fingers wasn’t on her completely, it still felt amazing. But suddenly the feeling was gone, Lucy pulled her fingers back.

Leah blinked her eyes open in confusion, she looked at the brunette who had a mischievous smile on her face.

Fuck.

“You got to be quiet Lee, I’ll stop if you make another sound.”

“I won’t, please. Don’t stop.” Desperation stuck to her voice.

Lucy bit her lip, she got more comfortable and dipped her hand back in between Leah’s legs.

Leah bit her own lip, feeling Lucy rub against her again. She could handle this if she concentrated, she could keep quiet and not lose Lucy’s beautiful fingers.

But Lucy wanted more, she slipped her fingers under Leah’s wet fabric, sliding her fingers between Leah’s wet lips.

The gasp Leah let out was loud but she stopped herself quickly. She looked at the cab driver hoping he hadn’t noticed, and thankfully he didn’t. She chanced a look at Lucy, who had the audacity to be smiling at her.

But she didn’t stop her, she only opened her legs further, giving Lucy as much room as she needed.

Lucy watched as Leah bit her lip, holding in her whimpers, she looked amazing, she was concentrating so hard to not to make any noise.

“You’re doing so well Lee.”

Leah closed her eyes, she couldn’t look at Lucy, not now.

Then without warning, Lucy dipped a single digit into Leah’s cunt, her muscles tightened instantly around her finger.

The blonde let out a raspy groan, her eyes closing hard as she felt Lucy start to pump gently into her.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Lucy whispered.

Leah sunk down into her seat, wanting to feel Lucy as deep as possible. She felt a little self conscious considering she was in the back of someone’s car, but there was no way she could stop Lucy.

Lucy kept her pace slow, but deep. She watched as Leah’s face scrunched into a frown, still trying her hardest to be quiet. She could feel Leah’s cunt clenching around her, making Lucy’s own pussy wet.

She pushed in another finger, feeling some resistance, but it didn’t stop her, she pushed herself further inside Leah slowly pumping away.

Leah gasped, she gripped Lucy’s free hand, needing to feel the girl, she could feel Lucy stretching her.

Lucy kept her movements slow, she brought her thumb up, just barely rubbing small circles on her sensitive clit. She knew her slow movements wasn’t going to allow Leah to come, and that’s exactly what she wanted.

Leah let out a small high pitched whimper, as she felt Lucy barely touch her clit, it was painful how much she needed her.

She knew Lucy was teasing her, she knew she wasn’t going to let her come, but Leah was desperate. She pushed her hips up, trying to find the pressure that she needed, but of course Lucy pulled her thumb away.

“That’s naughty Lee, I didn’t say you could do that.”

“Please Lucy, please.” She hated begging so early on in their sexual activities but it had been so long and she was desperate.

Lucy looked hard at the girl, her green eyes were intense, only making Leah squirm more under her.

Before the blonde could say anything the older girl pushed perfectly on her clit, her fingers pumped harder, hitting at her g spot.

Leah’s head fell backwards, she let out a small moan, but Lucy was quick to remind her to be quiet.

“You need to be quiet Lee, you don’t want me to stop do you?”

Leah put her own hand over her mouth, in the best attempt to make it look natural. She  closed her eyes once more, letting Lucy take her as she pleased.

She could feel the cusp of her orgasm building, her stomach tightening, she just needed a little more. But before her body could get any further Lucy’s hand was gone.

“Anywhere here?” The cab driver pulled up.

Thankfully Lucy replied, Leah was caught completely off guard, not realising they were already outside her house.

“Yeah, here’s perfect, thank you.”

Lucy tapped her card on the reader, she opened the door, putting her hand out for Leah to take, knowing the girl was probably on wobbly legs.

Leah took Lucy’s hand, her head was a complete daze, one minute she was on the verge of a glorious orgasm, and the next minute she was being pulled out from the back of the cab, feeling a little uncomfortable from her drenched thongs.

Suddenly, she felt Lucy’s strong body against her back, almost holding her up. Lucy snaked her hands around her waist, her mouth against her ear, tickling her skin with her lips. She whispered.

“God, I can’t wait to have you. It’s been so long. I’ve missed you.” Her voice sounded desperate, like she was ready to have Leah right there, on the street.

Leah shivered, she grabbed Lucy’s hand, dragging her to her door, she tried to be quick with the keys but Lucy was once again behind her, breathing down Leah’s neck, in the most delicious way.

They fell in the door way, both girls grabbing each other in a mess of hands and mouths, kissing where they could. Leah grabbed Lucy by her shirt, pulling her in for a hard kiss.

Lucy was more than happy to have Leah against her lips, he pushed her tongue in desperately, needing to feel Leah’s mouth.

Leah whimpered, Lucy was everywhere, Leah’s pussy was throbbing to the point of painful.

The girls were hungry for each other, it had been nearly three months since they last had sex, both parties were desperate for the other.

Lucy easily picked Leah up by the waist, Leah instantly wrapped her legs around the brunette, kissing each other deeply. Lucy walked the pair to Leah’s room, smelling the familiar smells of Leah’s house.

She guided Leah to her dresser draws, placing her on top gently, never stopping their kissing. She removed Leah’s shirt, leaving her in her bra and skirt.

Lucy bit Leah’s bottom lip, loving the whimpers that came from the blonde. She soothed her lip gently with her own tongue, sucking the pink flesh once more.

The brunette held Leah by her sides, gliding her hands up and down Leah’s body, feeling her muscles flex under her hands. She’d missed this so much She pulled Leah in closer, so she was on the edge of the dresser.

She looked at the sight of Leah in her bra and skirt.

Her hair was tussled her cheeks a blush pink, her chest heaving hard, her lips swollen from Lucy’s harsh kisses. She looked amazing.

Lucy placed her hands on Leah’s thighs, pushing upwards, she grabbed her ruined, soaked thongs, pulling them down her thighs. She threw the ruined clothing over her shoulder.

“I want to fuck you with your skirt on.”

Leah nodded, whatever Lucy wanted, she would do.

Lucy slowly pushed Leah’s legs further apart, never taking her green eyes off of Leah’s blues.

Lucy guided her hand inbetween Leah’s legs, finally back at the spot she needed her most.

The hiss Leah let out was loud, she was extremely sensitive, Lucy’s little game in the cab had worked up her body. The slightest touch felt like it was going to make her explode.

Lucy let out her own moan, she was a little shocked at how wet Leah was, she had seen the girl wet hundreds of times before, but this may have been the wettest she’d ever felt her. But she wasn’t complaining.

She circled her fingers, watching Leah lose her grip on it all, her face in complete bliss. Her eyes were closed tightly the older girl pushed two fingers into Leah’s cunt, not giving her anytime to get used to the feeling. She drove her fingers deep and precise into Leah, she felt the blondes long legs wrap around her waist.

“Oh my god! Lucy!”

Lucy began to kiss Leah’s neck, sucking on her skin, she was definitely going to leave a colourful mark. She kissed up to Leah’s soft skin, closer to her ear.

“I’ve missed you.” Lucy whispered.

She pushed her thumb against Leah’s clit, loving the loud moans escaping her mouth. Lucy couldn’t get over how good Leah looked, how good this felt.

This felt different to every time before, it felt like it meant something more, like she was allowed to feel something. She could feel her own walls were breaking down, her feelings were heightened.

“I’ve missed you too.” Leah gasped.

Leah was going through her own feelings, it was hard to concentrate with Lucy doing what she does best. But just like Lucy, this felt different, there was a sense of different sense of excitement. It felt like both girls were holding each other a little longer, their kisses had a little more longing to them.

Lucy snaked her hand up to Leah’s neck, holding her firmly as she pumped, she wrapped her fingers gently around her throat. She could feel Leah’s heart beating beneath her fingers.

“I’m coming, I’m coming Luce!”

She came hard on Lucy’s fingers, she could feel Leah’s cunts muscles twitch around her fingers. Her head slumped forward on Lucy’s shoulder, trying to catch her breath.

Lucy slowly removed her fingers. She kissed Leah gently, pushing her hair back.

“Hey, you okay there?” Lucy smiled at the blonde.

Leah finally sat back, revealing a doppey smile, looking a little dazed.

“I’m sooo good. My girlfriend just made me come so hard, I can’t feel my legs.” 

Lucy laughed, she kissed Leah again.

“Glad to hear it. Do you think you could take the strap?”

“You have so much energy.” Leah laughed softly, still coming out of her pleasured daze. “You know I want the strap.”

“Good. You’re going to ride me, then before you come I want you to sit on my face.”

“Ergh Lucy, fuck. Please, please can we do that.”

Lucy helped Leah down from the draws, Leah could never get over just how strong Lucy was.

They helped each other get naked, stealing soft kisses inbetween each clothing that was removed. Constantly pulling each other closer.

Lucy got the harness ready, wearing one of Leah’s favourite 7 inch dildos, this dildo also gave the wearer pleasure, having a small vibrator that rubbed at your clit.

She rubbed a generous amount of lube and shuffled to the top of the bed, leaning her back against the head board.

Leah crawled after her, shimmying herself above the glistening dick, straddling Lucy.

Lucy leaned forward, sliding her hand behind Leah’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss. She loved having Leah like this, face to face, getting to see every detail of her face while she fucked her.

“You ready?”

Leah nodded, her concentration face was on. Her hands rested on Lucys shoulders as she slowly lowered herself on the head of the dick.

Lucy had one hand on the dick, the other on Leah’s waist, helping guide the blonde down.

Slowly, Leah pushed herself onto Lucy’s dick, feeling the slight stretch from the thickness of the toy.

She was thankful Lucy warmed her up before hand, it had been a while since she had anything this big in her.

Lucy stared in amazement, she watched as Leah’s cunt swallowed her dick, inch by inch, until her thighs were skin to skin with Lucy’s.

The younger girls shakey breath caught in her throat. Her frown line deepened as she tried to get used to the sensation inside her.

“Fuck.” Leah let out a shakey sigh.

Lucy’s hands lightly stroked up and down the blondes thighs, waiting patiently.

Leah gently moved her hips, a small whimper already escaping her mouth, she could feel her cunt twitching at the stretch.

Lucy snaked her hands up onto Leah’s hips, helping the blondes movements, not that she needed help but Lucy couldn’t keep her hands off of her girlfriend.

Leah started to move quicker, easing her hips upwards as she felt Lucy’s dick stroke her. She groaned hard, she kept her hands on Lucy’s shoulders, she could feel her strong muscles twitching under her hands.

“That’s it baby, you ride my dick so well.”

Leah got faster, completely used to the fullness inside her. She finally opened her eyes to a soft smiling Lucy. She felt her pussy squeeze at the sight of the brunette, the way Lucy was looking at Leah was almost overwhelming.

She moved her hips harder, moving forward to capture Lucy’s lips. She kissed her girlfriend gently, happy to have Lucy’s lips on hers again, she wanted nothing else just everything that was Lucy.

Lucy began to kiss Leah’s neck, her perfume drowning her senses. She began to move her own hips, making sure to keep in time with Leah’s.

She smiled against her skin, hearing the blonde moan from her movements, one of Lucy’s favourite sounds. She loved Leah like this, she loved her in most positions, but this one was intimate, having Leah’s face inches from hers, while she fucked herself with her dick. It was breathtaking.

Lucy pulled Leah closer to her, her hands on the strikers back. She ducked her head, capturing a perfectly perked nipple in her warm mouth.

Leah moaned louder, her hands gripping the back of Lucy’s head, both girls keeping up their movements of their hips.

Lucy moved on to the other nipple, swirling her tongue over the pink flesh, she could feel Leah’s back curve under her touch, pushing her closer to her chest.

Lucy let go of the nipple with a loud pop, she covered Leah’s chest with kisses, tasting her sweat that began to form of Leah’s skin.

Leah’s moaning got louder, her clit was begging to be touched.

“Luce.”

“Yeah baby?”

“Please.”

“What do you need Lee?”

“You.”

“You’ve got me.”

Fuck. Lucy loved doing this to Leah, making her beg or just making her talk before she gave her what she wanted, but Leah secretly loved it. It always made her orgasm more intense.

“No. I want to come, please.”

Lucy sucked on Leah’s pulse point, the girl was going to look like a Cheater tomorrow.

“Hmmm do you deserve it?”

“P-Please Lucy, give your g-girlfriend what she wants.”

That got Lucys attention, she smiled that beautiful smile that Leah loved.

“I like that. Say it again.”

Leah was sweating, her voice was raspy.

“Give your girlfriend what she w-w-wants. Ple…..Fuck. Lucy, fuck yes.”

Lucy had her skill full fingers on Leah’s clit, rubbing her just the way she liked.

“God Leah, you’re so beautiful.”

She captured Leah’s lips, swallowing a moan. Leah could just about form a kiss, she was going into over drive. Her thrust got harder, her hips grinding deeper as she felt Lucy’s magical fingers building up her orgasm.

Lucy hadn’t turned on the vibrator yet, but it had been rubbing at her clit throughout. She could feel her own orgasm slowly building in her stomach.

Lucy drover her hips hard, she could feel her own sweat on her skin. Her wetness between her legs started to drip down onto the sheets below.

She snaked her other hand into Leah’s hair, making her face the brunette.

“You got so jealous today. Do you know how hot it was, how fucking hot you are.”

Lucy’s accent was so deep and thick Leah nearly couldn’t understand her, something she noticed when Lucy was aroused.

“You’re mine Luce.”

Leah’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as Lucy’s fingers pushed harder on to her bundle of nerves, picking up the pace. The groan she let out was animalistic.

Lucy quickly switched on the vibrator. She wanted to come with Leah.

“I’m all yours Leah, no one else. Just yours.”

Leah nodded her head, she couldn’t form words right now. Her head tilted forward, her thighs shock as she felt her orgasm building.

Lucy rocked her hips hard, grunting as she chased her own climax, her clit was begging for release.

Lucy pushed Leah’s face to hers, needing to feel her lips. She smiled at the frazzled look on Leah’s face, it was absolute perfection.

And for Leah that’s what pushed her to her climax, a very hard and loud climax. Lucy’s beautiful smile, her mischievous gorgeous green eyes looking at her like she was everything and more.

She screamed Lucy’s name as she came.

Her orgasm nearly pushed her body to black out, it was one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had. She held on to Lucy’s shoulders, her head falling in her neck. She could feel her own juices gathering at the bottom of the strap.

Lucy watched her girlfriend come down from her orgasm, just barely slowing down her hips. She was close to her own orgasm she just needed a little more friction.

She knew Leah wouldn’t be able to hold herself up, she grabbed the younger girl by her hips, pushing them both over until Leah was flat on her back.

Lucy was still inside her, she laid over Leah’s body, driving her hips into the girl beneath her, so close to her own climax.

Leah’s body was in over drive.

“Luce.” She whimpered.

“I’m so close Lee.” Lucy husked.

Lucy grinded her hips, forcing Leah’s body hard into the mattress below her.

Leah gripped at Lucy’s back, holding on for dear life as Lucy fucked her into a mess of moans.

“Thats it baby. Just a little more, take it.” Lucy grunted in Leah’s ear.

Leah would take another hour of Lucy fucking her, if it meant Lucy would feel even a little bit of pleasure. She tilted her head back, whimpering from Lucy’s thrust.

Lucy sucked on the blondes neck, knowing it was a turn on for her.

“You- you’re so….so fucking go-good Lucy.”

She wrapped her legs around Lucy’s waist pulling her deeper, pushing Lucy into her own orgasm.

“Fuck. Leah!”

Her hips jerked into the girl below as her clit pulsated against the vibration. She pushed as hard she could, chasing her sweet climax.

She slowed her movements, still pumping into Leah, breathing hard into the younger girls neck, kissing her sticky skin. She could feel her own juices gathering at her thighs.

Her muscles felt heavy, as her body came down from the high, sinking into Leah’s hot skin.

“Oh my god.” Lucky chuckled with a slight rasp.

Leah laughed, kissing Lucy’s neck.

Both girls panted hard, trying to catch their breath. Lucy gently pulled out of Leah, quickly taking off her harness.

She crawled back on the mattress.

“I hope you’re ready to be eaten out.”

Leah bit her bottom lip, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, but she had a better idea.

“I hope you are too.”

Lucy raised her eyebrow, smirking at the blonde.

“Lay down.”

Lucy did what she was told, laying in the middle of the bed. She watched as Leah swung her leg over her body, sitting in a reverse cowgirl position.

She backed up, her knees either side of Lucy’s arms. Lucy instantly grabbing her waist, guiding her in the right spot.

“You’re dripping.”

Lucy licked her lips, eager to get her mouth on Leah’s pussy. She loved eating Leah out like this.

Leah chuckled as she felt Lucy pull her hips down, the girl was always so impatient. She looked down at Lucy’s abs, mindlessly stroking her hand on firm muscles.

She casted her eyes on Lucy’s pussy, still dripping from her last orgasm. She swiped her finger up through her lips, she felt Lucy jolt under her.

“Leah! Don’t tease.”

Leah giggled, she leaned forward her face inches from Lucy’s pussy. She lowered her own body so Lucy could reach what she needed most.

Lucy pulled Leah’s hips down, her tongue ready and waiting, she took a long broad stroke through her folds.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” Leah groaned.

Lucy started to lap at Leah, she was fully open for her. Every inch of her exposed for Lucy to have as she pleased.

Leah dipped her head, kissing on Lucy’s clit, she felt the girl buck again, she was clearly still sensitive from her previous orgasm.

Both girls were in heaven, the wet sucking sounds in the room were utterly filthy.

Leah started to grind her hips, as she felt Lucy suck on her clit, her juices dripped down Lucy’s chin as her climax started building.

Leah could tell Lucy was close, she pushed two fingers into Lucy’s cunt, pumping slowly, she knew Lucy loved coming like this, she loved having Leah’s fingers inside her when she came.

And the moan Lucy let out only spurred her on, she sucked and pumped hard into Lucy, in love with the moans that escaped Lucy’s mouth.

Lucy was finding it hard to keep her mouth on Leah, while she was fucking her like this.

“Lee, I can’t. I - I….can’t.”

“It’s okay Luce, let me take care of you.”

As Leah captured her lips back on Lucy’s swollen clit she felt Lucy’s hips thrust, her moans stuttering out. Leah pushed her fingers deep, hitting Lucy’s sweet spot.

The brunette squeezed Leah’s thighs, needing something to hold onto as her orgasm hit her hard, waves of pure bliss washed over her body.

Leah could hear Lucy coming, she smiled as she lapped at Lucy’s juices, swallowing what she could.

Lucy’s hips jolted, thrusting hard, pushing herself into Leah’s tongue, she moaned when she heard Leah slurping at her folds.

Lucy’s thrusting came to a slow stop. Her breathing escaping out in shorts burst, her limbs once more feeling heavy.

“God, your mouth is amazing.” Lucy’s voice was raspy and low.

The blonde smiled as she pressed light kisses to Lucy’s thighs, loving the way the girls body reacted to the touch.

Before Leah could respond her hips were being pulled down and her clit was being sucked by Lucy’s warm, wet mouth.

Leah bucked her hips into Lucy’s mouth, she was already feeling her orgasm build, it was already on the cusp. She could hear Lucy’s tongue, hear her swallowing Leah’s juices, it drove Leah into her own orgasm, it was fast but it was no less strong.

Leah screamed, grinding her hips, hard into Lucy’s face, at this point not caring if Lucy’s was struggling to breathe, her body needed Lucy’s tongue and she was going to get it.

She slowed her hips down, small shivers took over her body, she flopped to the left of Lucy, falling on the mattress.

“Don’t speak to me for an hour.” Leah blew back the hair out of her face, she was utterly wrecked.

Lucy laughed, she pushed herself on her elbows, she smiled as she looked over at the blonde. Leah was a beautiful site to see, her pussy and thighs glistening from her juices, her lips swollen and wet, from sucking on Lucy’s clit.

And this beautiful girl was now her girlfriend, Lucy had never been happier.

“Hey, do you fancy a shower? I’ll order us some food.”

Leah laid on her side, holding her head up by her hand. She looked over at Lucy, she couldn’t stop the smile that plastered her face. She couldn’t believe this gorgeous woman was officially her girlfriend, she actually got to call Lucy hers.

“Ohhh that sounds good, what do you fancy?”

Lucy smirked.

“You.”

Lucy dived forward, grabbing Leah, easily pulling her into her lap.

Leah laughed, she loved seeing this side of Lucy, it was a side many didn’t get to see.

Lucy captured Leah’s lips on her own, both humming happily.

“I fancy you, but I could also do with a burger.”

Leah chuckled and hummed in agreement.

“Same, burger sounds good. Just nothing with sauce or veg in mine, just a plain burger, with cheese.”

“Cool. I’ll order that now, you jump in the shower.”

“Okay, join me when you can.”

Lucy kissed Leah’s cheek as the blonde made her way to the shower.

Lucy glanced up, watching the blonde’s beautiful, perky arse walk out the door. She couldn’t help but bite her lip as the sight.

She jumped up, making her own way to the bathroom. Loving the squeak she got from

Leah as she grabbed her from behind

The burger could wait another 20 minutes.

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[matts-k1tten]

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞. pt.3

Pt.1 Pt.2

summary: y/n finds her boyfriend (now ex) Chris cheating on her at a party and vows to make him feel the way she did..

warnings: foul language, guys nothing much this part lemme know if I missed anything.

*Not proofread*

purple: Mia

pink: y/n

orange: Chris

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I wake up with the sun shining bright through the curtains blinding me as I wake up.

I quickly turn around to find Mia fast asleep laying on her back with her mouth open slightly snoring.

Trying to go back to sleep, something keeps me up.

I decide to check the time.

I grab my phone to be met with 99+ notifications from none other than Chris.

Memories from last night came flooding back in my head as I sit up abruptly.

I violently shake Mia awake.

She groans. “What?”

“Mia you have to wake up Chris spammed me last night!” I say panicking.

At that she wakes up a bit and slowly sits up.

“Well what did he say?” She asked in a raspy voice.

“I don’t know, I haven’t checked yet.” I say as I unlock my phone and go to messages.

“God damn this man texted me on every fucking app what.” I say looking at all the notifications.

He texted me on messages, instagram, snapchat, twitter, literally everything.

I click on messages first.

I read all kinds of angry messages like “What the fuck did you do?! My house looks like godzilla vomited on it!” or “Why the fuck would you do that?! I get it you’re mad at me that I cheated and I’m sorry but this is a whole other level!” As I read that last text my eye brows furrow.

“What the fuck?! This kid said trashing his house is a whole other level than cheating? like what the fuck she literally was gripping his dick.” Mia laughs as I yell in anger.

“I didn’t even see that!” Mia exclaims laughing even more.

He then texts me again.

“I’m coming to your fucking house to drop off your stuff and talk to you because what the fuck, I won’t leave until I talk to you.”

I gasp loudly making Mia look at me.

“What is it?!” She asks frantically.

“H-he’s coming today.” I say stuttering.

“Oh shit. Well! That sounds like a you problem, I’ve actually got a lot to do today like- um.” I grab Mia.

“Mia don’t you fucking play with me right now! I need you here I’m not gonna be terrorized alone in my own house by my ex boyfriend, so you’re staying here.” I say in here face.

“Alright, let’s go brush our teeth at least PLEASE, I can’t STAND bad breath.” Mia replies unaffected about what I just said.

I roll my eyes as she gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom.

“When is he coming?” She yells from the bathroom.

“I don’t know he didn’t say!” I tell her.

I too get out of bed and walk to the washroom.

Mia hands me my tooth brush and squeezes toothpaste on it. I wet it and start brushing.

Mia turns to me and smiles at me with the toothpaste in her mouth.

I smile back and we laugh.

We continue brushing our teeth until Mia tries to say something.

“Mmrp-ermp.” I laugh and take out my toothbrush.

“What?” My voice kinda muffled from the toothpaste.

She spits. “Are you nervous?”

“Kinda I guess?” I say to her and spit.

Mia gargles water and spits it out harshly.

“Well don’t be, all he wants to do is talk.” Mia speaks.

I gurgle water and then spit it out wiping my mouth with the cloth.

“Yeah I know, but I don’t want to talk to him!” I say gesturing to myself.

“Okay then just don’t open the door and we can watch tv in the living room and eat the snack we bought last night.” She says and gets excited.

I smile.

“Ok let’s go get changed.”

-

Mia and I are watching shameless when there were frantic knocks at my door.

“y/n open the fucking door! I know you’re in the ere I can hear the tv!” Chris yells from the other side of the door.

Chris coming completely slipped my mind as he keeps banging.

I look at Mia, “Just ignore him and don’t say anything he’ll think we fled the country or something and left the tv on.” She whispers.

I giggle quietly and nod.

Except I can’t ignore him. Just as he said, he won’t leave till he talks to me.

“Y/n! Open the fucking door! You’re cleaning my fucking house!” He says muffled by the barricade keeping him from rushing in.

“And really? The promise ring AND the necklace? I thought you really liked it. I thought you’d never take it off! That one really fucking hurt y/n.” Chris says through the door sounding sad the longer he talks.

I suddenly feel bad and turn to the door.

I hear him sniffle and small sobs coming from the door.

“I really loved you, y’know that?” He says barely above a whisper.

At his words, I feel a tear stream down my face. I go to say something when Mia covers my mouth.

“He’s guilt tripping you! He’s trying to make you open the door ignore him! He’s the one who cheated so why is he crying?” She whisper yells.

I look back at the door once more and wipe my tears.

We continue watching tv as Chris bangs on the door.

“I already said it y/n! I won’t leave until I get to talk to you!” He screams and bangs harder.

“Can we just watch this in my room?” I whisper and she nods.

We turn off the tv and tiptoe away to my room.

I close the door as he still bangs on my front door.

“I asked nicely! If you had just opened the door I wouldn’t have done this!” I hear him faintly.

I look over at Mia.

She looks at me.

“D-don’t worry he’s not gonna do anyth-“ She suddenly cut off by my front door flying open.

“If you want your shit come down and get it!” He screams from the living room and starts to run up the stairs.

Mia hops out of bed and quickly locks the door just in time.

Chris bangs on the door violently while twisting the knob.

“You really shouldn’t keep the spare key under your mat.” He says.

He’s crazy.

He sighs. “Look y/n please just talk to me. Through the door is fine and I’ll leave right after we’re done, I just wanna talk.” He says calming down.

I look over at Mia.

She sighs and nods at me gesturing towards the door.

I look back towards the door.

“What do you want Chris?” I say quickly.

He sighs in relief. “I know I did something wrong and I hate myself for hurting you, but trashing my house? That’s next level.”

My face immediately changes.

“Trashing your house is worse than cheating?! What the fuck do you mean?! Your fucking hand was down her pants and she was sticking her fucking tongue down your throat?!” I scream.

Mia almost bursts out laughing but covers her mouth to muffle her laughs.

Somehow he didn’t hear her. He stays quiet for a moment.

“I-I’m sorry alright? I didn’t know what I was doing and I got carried away.” He says as I hear a small thud guessing he’s resting his head on the door.

“Huh? I saw her pressing her ass on your dick and you just got ‘carried away’?!” I yell again.

Mia is trying to control herself as she quickly tiptoes to the bed and gets in slowly burying herself under the comforters.

“Just leave Chris!” I yell fed up with his excuses.

He sighs harshly.

“I understand.” He accepts his defeat as I hear his footsteps descending.

The front door slams close and Mia pops her head above the covers.

“Is he gone?” Mia asks.

“I don’t know. I’m gonna go check.” I get up and open the door slightly.

Mia comes up behind me.

“Hurry up what are you waiting for?!” I roll my eyes at her and step out the room.

I look downstairs to see my box of stuff.

I run down the stairs to rip open the box.

I dig through to find some of my clothes and gifts.

I get to the very bottom and find a note.

“I’m so sorry y/n, I never meant to hurt you. I will hate myself forever now, I still love you.”

My face softens.

Then I feel the anger bubble in me.

I rip the paper into pieces and plop down on the couch.

Mia sits down next to me and speaks.

“I have another idea.”

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a/n: what do you guys think she’s thinking ?? guys this part is ass don’t flame me.

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[cinnajun]

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: 365 days | pgw

summary | the first year of your relationship with park gunwook, quantified by 12 separate events.

genre | park gunwook x fem!reader, high school!au, very slice of life, fluff, angst, y/n is bisexual, roughly 1 month has passed in between every part

warnings | jealousy + attempted sabotage, the horrors of girlhood (insecurity, slight mention of beauty standards, comparison)

wc | 12.7k

a/n: if you listen close enough you can hear me screaming in agony ++ can someone please remind me how to think up ideas that don't require several thousands of words

ft. youngeun and yeseo from kep1, boys planet/redstartz junhyeon, ppl i made up

i. confession

Tears bunch in your eyes as you sit behind your school building, the intensifying heat of spring embracing you like a warm hug. You feel devastated like someone had just stabbed you through the heart and left you to bleed.

“I think you’re overreacting, [First].” Youngeun’s voice is gravelly over the phone yet still uneasy, overall impacted by the sound of her gym class. Yeseo, who’s sitting next to you, hummed, although you weren’t sure if she was agreeing with Youngeun or not. “I mean, is it so bad he knows? It was bound to happen, probably.”

“Well, no, it wasn’t,” you stuttered, trying to keep the urge to sob and scream at bay. “And, to be fair, that’s not what I’m worried about. I’m worried about what else Yukyung was telling people without me knowing.”

Youngeun begins to speak but doesn’t get more out than a squeak, and you can almost imagine her opening and closing her mouth in an instant. Yeseo picks up the slack, saying, “Well, it’s worse to assume than to deal with the facts. Yukyung, for whatever reason, told Gunwook about your crush on him and showed him the texts, and it’s getting out among our classmates. In my opinion, there’s one course of action you should take.”

“Which is?”

“Youngeun tells Gunwook that you want to talk to him after school, and then you talk to him after school.”

You groaned audibly and Youngeun gasped, presumably in horror. You stared at her in exasperation, letting a single tear fall down your face. Yeseo wiped it off with her cardigan’s sleeve, frowning at you. “I mean, the worst that could happen is that he doesn’t feel the same way and you feel embarrassed for a couple of months. And we all unfriended Yukyung pretty much instantly, so she won’t be around anymore.”

“Doesn’t matter, still happened,” you replied. “I don’t want to see him ever again. I’d rather die than see him again.”

Yeseo put a hand on your back, while Youngeun yelped at the sound of a basketball hitting the closet she was hiding in. “I’ll ask him, and you’re gonna do it, [First]. You can’t skip a week of school during the first week of school.”

“Who said I was going to skip?”

“Every time you’re minorly embarrassed by something you skip school,” Yeseo said, looking at you like you were insane. “Like that one time you got a bad score on our math midterms during our first year and the teacher asked you what happened in front of everyone, so you skipped 2 days and sulked in your room.”

“That was warranted,” Youngeun commented, which caused Yeseo to glare at the phone. “But! Not the point. For all you know, Gunwook could like you back, and you’ll be able to say you had a boyfriend in high school. Right?”

“The chances of that are incredibly low,” you whined, drawing your knees up to your chest and burying your head in between them. “We’ve barely even talked. We just sit kind of next to each other during our cram classes, and that’s it.”

“He could be delusional too!”

“Are you calling me delusional?”

“The bell is about to ring,” Yeseo cut in, grabbing your phone out of your hands. You immediately popped out of your fetal position, reaching for it as quickly as you could. “Youngeun, leave the supply closet and ask him, please. Pick a location and text the groupchat. [First] and I have to go back to the classroom so we don’t get in trouble for skipping our study block.”

With that, she hung up and left you to your devices. The day passed agonizingly slowly after that, and you found yourself struggling to focus on anything your teacher said. At some point during your study block, Yukyung had left, leaving you alone at your desk with no seatmate to annoy or watch (not that you wanted her there, anyway) for the day. That was likely out of embarrassment, too, as now your classmates, who generally liked you, weren’t as sure on how to deal with the newfound information.

The only other thing worth noting was that, during your 5-minute break in between classes, Yeseo told your homeroom teacher what happened and she approved you switching hers and Yukyung’s desks after school, but, other than that, you felt your sanity whittling away by the minute.

Youngeun had haphazardly chosen a tree behind the gym, typically reserved for successful confessions, because she’d been staring at it out the window as she talked to Gunwook (which she described as the scariest conversation of her life) and didn’t know where else would work.

According to her, he’d blushed as she asked, accepting on the pretense that it wouldn’t take long because he promised his older brother that he’d get dinner with him that night. Initially, you lamented over the fact that you wouldn’t have anyone to stare at during your after-school classes, but it quickly dawned on you that he thought you were going to confess to him (which was true—you were going to confess to him).

Then, when you got done with class for the day, one of your classmates—Gyuvin—hit you on the shoulder on the way out with a quick “good luck!”

It took Yeseo dragging you to the gym and offering you $20 and a free fun drink afterward for you to get used to the idea you were doing this, and about another 3 minutes of you panicking at her in a hushed whisper while she told you to get over yourself. Then, Youngeun sprinted over, panting and still half in her gym clothes.

“You didn’t change after gym?”

“Not the focus! You’re actively making him wait!” she choked out, apparently exhausted from her mad dash. You rolled your eyes, dropping your bag down next to them and taking a deep breath.

“If I throw up on him, I’m going to kill you.”

With that, you began your death march to the tree, where Gunwook stood, scrolling through his phone. The sight of him made your stomach explode with butterflies, which you tried to shut down given your (supposed) fate of rejection. You were mentally preparing yourself to be in turmoil for the next few days, but deep down, all you wanted was to rewind time to when you told Yukyung about your silly, little crush and stop it from ever happening.

Your crush on Gunwook was never meant to go anywhere but your brain, and now you were walking up to him, about to pour out feelings that were half-manufactured by Yukyung convincing there was a future that would come with them.

“Hi,” you managed, causing Gunwook to spin around and shove his phone in his pocket.

“Hi,” he replied, scratching his neck as if he was unsure what to do with his hands. “Um, how are you?”

It was a stupid question, and you could tell he knew that. Of course you wouldn’t be doing well—one of your best friends told the entire world (him, and then one of his friends leaked it to the rest of the school) your entire life story (a single crush).

“Could be better.”

“Yeah.”

You looked off to the side, seeing Gyuvin and Junhyeon, who you knew were close to him, watching from a second-story window in the school building. You tried to ignore it, but you knew you’d hyperfocus on it now.

“Look, I’m sorry,” you finally breathed out, twiddling your thumbs. “Yukyung—I don’t know what to say that you don’t already know. I guess I have a bit of a crush on you. Sorry.”

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?” he asked, sounding genuinely perplexed. You looked back up at him, shrugging.

“Well, it’s weird. We don’t really know each other, and then a girl you don’t know very well is suddenly telling you that I’m head over heels for you.”

“You’re not?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say it that way, no. Just a crush. Not much else.”

You thought there would be a weight off your shoulders once you managed to say it to his face, but it was, quite literally, the opposite. Your stomach was tightening up and your throat was closing, but you didn’t move, just staring him in the face.

“So it would be awkward if I professed my undying love for you right now.”

You flinched at that, frowning. “That was kind of mean.”

Gunwook’s face dropped when you said that, and he shook his head rapidly. “No, not—I wasn’t making fun of you, I swear. I promise. It was a bad way of saying I have a crush on you too. Sorry. Uncalled for. Didn’t mean it.”

The words fell from his mouth like an avalanche, and all you could do was stare at him in awe. “Wait, really? Why?”

“Why? I don’t know. We spend a lot of time together, even if we don’t talk often,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “We were in the same class for our first year, then we started at the same cram school, and now we sit near each other. You’re entertaining to watch when you’re taking notes.”

“You stare at me in class?” you asked, genuinely shocked at his admission. You thought you stared at him enough during the same classes that it was impossible he could’ve been doing the same thing. Apparently, he was good at catching you when you weren’t watching his every move. “Creep.”

“Like you don’t? If I’m a creep, what are you? You’re way worse than I am,” he replied. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter. What now?”

You tapped your chin, looking back over at the window Gyuvin and Junhyeon had been in. They were gone now, presumably to meet Gunwook when your conversation was over. “We could try being a ‘thing.’”

“A thing?”

“I don’t think we know each other well enough for like—I don’t know, for me to call you boyfriend,” you replied. “So we can just be a ‘thing.’ No strings attached! And we can go on a date or two. Maybe.”

“A date or two? Whereabouts?”

You smiled, and he did too; you were shocked at how well he managed to goad information out of you. You tended to say things but never follow up on them, not unless you were pestered over and over again—it had taken Yeseo nearly a year to get it down.

“Do you like the zoo? Recently, I’ve been wanting to go to the zoo. They have a new baby bear—cub?—that I wanna see. Perhaps on Sunday? Are you free then?”

“I might be free on Sunday,” he said, handing his phone out of his pocket. He unlocked it, pressing a couple of buttons before handing it to you with an empty contact screen open. “How about we talk about it later? I’m late for meeting my brother.”

You typed in your name and number, sending yourself a quick text so you’d be able to initiate if you felt he didn’t text you fast enough. “Sounds good to me. I’ll see you later. Tell your brother I said hello.”

“Okay, sounds good,” Gunwook chuckled. He reached out and ruffled your hair, giving you a wide, bright smile that could’ve overpowered the sun if he tried hard enough. “I’ll see you later, so we can start our ‘thing.’”

“Yup, bye-bye. See you tomorrow.”

ii. lunchtime

You and Gunwook, mostly on purpose, don’t spend a lot of time together at school. Sometimes, you say hi and smile at him when you walk into his classroom to grab Youngeun, but, other than that, you keep it separate.

For one thing, it makes it easier to keep it “no strings attached,” as you’d proclaimed the day Yukyung briefly ruined your life, but it also was somewhat fun for you and him to not address what happened. Thanks to Gyuvin, half—if not all—of your grade had heard about it, and someone had spotted the both of you under that god-forsaken tree, but you hadn’t said a thing.

For you two, it was like nothing had happened, and, for everyone else, it was like a bomb they were just hoping would go off. It was fun—like you were living out a cliche, teen drama.

So, when Gunwook sauntered into your classroom in the middle of your lunch period, proudly holding a bottle of special juice you briefly talked about wanting, you were somewhat shocked. For the most part, you weren’t mentally prepped to interact with him during the day, especially as Yukyung watched on with her new couple of friends from the corner of the room.

You, Youngeun, and Yeseo stared at him as he approached, Gyuvin following close behind. He put the drink down in front of you, a proud smile on his face. “Look,” he said, gesturing towards it, so you looked. It was a brand of juice—they advertised it as a “smoothie,” but it was just slightly thicker juice—that you’d enjoyed a lot on a trip to the United States that you’d gone on a while back.

You hadn’t seen it once in Korea, even after taking Yeseo with you to search for it for hours. “Where in the world did you get this?” you spluttered out, picking it up. It was chilled, too, as if he’d been keeping it in a refrigerator (or, an insulated lunch box with an ice pack in it).

“He didn’t,” Gyuvin snorted, putting an arm around Gunwook’s shoulder. “Junhyeon did while he was in Busan this weekend.”

Gunwook hit him hard on the chest, clearing his throat. “Do you like it? Are you excited?”

“The right flavor and everything,” you replied, a surge of joy running through you. “Thank Junhyeon for me, okay?”

Gunwook scoffed, mumbling, “It’s not like I didn’t pay him back twice the price or anything,” under his breath. You held up your fist, to which Gunwook stared at it, somewhat dumbfounded.

“What?”

“You want a fist bump from me?” he asked incredulously. You nodded, exaggerating the movements to make it seem like he was missing the obvious. So, he bumped your fist with his, shaking his head. “See you after school, [First].”

“Yup, I’ll see you.”

And you watched him walk out, Gyuvin in tow—and, from the corner of your eye, you saw Yukyung watching his every move, up until he left the classroom.

iii. field trip

The third-year field trip was something you’d looked forward to for a long time—as a way to force students to take a break from their studying, your school sent all the first years to some fun location, paying for most of it with donations they got from alumni and parents.

This year, they’d had the bright idea to send you all to Hawaii, which had been both shocking and exciting. The farthest they’d ever sent anyone was Jeju, and that was a few years ago; but, they’d got some huge donation this year and decided to splurge.

So far, the trip had been fun, for the most part. On the airplane, you’d forced Gunwook to sit next to you so that you could hold his hand every time the plane shook (he’d laughed at you over your fear of turbulence, but you were too aware of the fact that he was rubbing your hand with his thumb to care). Almost all of your classmates, to whom you had not disclosed the nature of your “thing” yet, had stared at you every time they walked past. About halfway through, Youngeun, who’d volunteered to be the third wheel, leaned over and told you she was pretty sure the news was making its way down the plane, and people were getting up to fact-check it for the row members.

“That’s stupid,” Gunwook laughed, pulling your hand onto his tray table. “Doesn’t everyone know [First] is just afraid of planes? Nothing else going on here, not at all.”

Then Yeseo had popped her head above her seat and turned around to face you, an eyebrow raised. “Have you two kissed yet?” she’d asked out of nowhere, to which you shrugged.

“Why would we kiss when nothing is going on?”

Then, upon arrival, you and Gunwook had sat next to one another on the bus to the hotel, to which you’d promptly fallen asleep on his shoulder (since you didn’t sleep much on the plane) for the entire ride. You woke up to him holding your hand again, scrolling through his phone haphazardly.

After that, you’d had all eyes on the both of you—when you got to the hotel, while you were listening to your teachers give instructions, while keys were being handed out. And, as a result of what you assumed was anxiety over not knowing English, Gunwook and his two friends, Junhyeon and Gyuvin, followed you, Yeseo, and Youngeun around for the entire trip.

Then, on the third day of the trip, Gunwook asked if you’d want to go on a date with him. The idea was silly to you—not because you didn’t want to, but because you were two teenagers going on a date on your almost-all-expenses-paid trip to Hawaii.

That’s what you were doing now. It was the day before you were to head back home, and Gunwook had, for lack of a better word, taken you out. To a fancy restaurant—where he made you translate the entire menu and order for him—and to get some sort of fancy pineapple dessert afterward. Now, you were strolling on the beach, watching the sun fall below the horizon slowly but surely.

“How much longer until curfew?” you asked, turning around to face him. You continued walking backward, lacing your hands together behind your back.

“About half an hour. We’re close enough to the hotel that we don’t have to start walking back now, but we should think about it soon.”

You hummed, stopping abruptly. You faced the shoreline, listening to the sound of the waves draw in and out like breaths from a sleeping person. It was so alive, yet not at the same time, and it mesmerized you; you’d never seen an ocean like this before.

“You look pretty tonight,” he mused, staring at you rather than the ocean. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the comment.

“Look at yourself in the mirror.”

“I’m not pretty, I’m beautiful, thank you very much.”

A question was bubbling up in your throat now, much like the water in front of you. You felt a surge of anxiety wash through your stomach, and you were mentally transported back to that tree from a couple of months ago. The pure embarrassment you felt was gone and replaced with a sort of hope that was more painful than uplifting, as if it was a glass cup teetering on the edge of a table.

“I have a question,” you started, banishing the unease from your stomach.

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, raising his eyebrow. He wouldn’t look away from you, no matter how much you tried to focus on the sight in front of you. A crooked smile bloomed on his face which should’ve quelled your worries in an instant, but, for some reason, it only made them worse. “I suppose I have an answer for you.”

“Do you?”

“I just might, if you manage to ask the question.”

“Okay, here I go,” you said, mustering up all your courage and turning to face him. His eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and you immediately felt discouraged just looking at him. He was right—he was beautiful, almost impossibly so. Yet, here you were, boring and average, barely even able to hold a T to him. Plus, the only reason you were even here was because someone you’d considered a best friend had told him you liked him, and now you were getting into your head over something that was long over.

His smile dropped a bit when he (most likely) realized you were panicking a bit, but he didn’t say anything, simply waiting patiently for you to continue. You forced yourself to regain focus, shaking your head as the image of Yukyung permeated in your mind. He grabbed both of your hands as a way to help soothe the worry, and it worked as well as it could, pulling you back into reality.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend, maybe?” you finally asked, watching as his face lit up against the sun.

“Do I?” he asked back, allowing himself to smile fully. “This is the best question I’ve ever been asked. Seriously.”

“Seriously?”

Gunwook giggled, swinging your hands around a bit. “Can I kiss you? Pretty please?”

“Can you?” you mimicked, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks. Gunwook giggled again, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. It was slow and sweet, his lips soft and tasting slightly of the pineapple you’d had earlier. He laughed and smiled through the entire thing, squeezing your hands in delight before letting go and wrapping his hands around your waist. As cliche as it was, you draped your hands around his neck, starting to giggle too.

When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours, still chuckling in delight. “This is so exciting,” he said, rocking you back and forth on the sand. “I’m so excited. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this for my entire life, you know? Even if I’ve only known you for three years. I can’t explain it—it’s unexplainable. I’m so excited.”

“You know what, I’m getting the idea you might be excited.”

And Gunwook shut you up with another elated kiss, ending your night in an impenetrable wall of pure joy.

iv. sleepover

Your parents were adventurers and you decidedly weren’t, which often meant you had your house to yourself. It was nice, mostly because it allowed you to spread out all your study stuff on the dining room table and do all of your work right then and there without your parents talking to you every 20 seconds.

Sometimes, though, things didn’t go as planned, and you had to do things you didn’t want to do. Namely, spend the night in the house completely alone. Every creak or thump made your heart beat out of your chest, which ended up in you taking a knife and a flashlight through the entire house with the emergency number pre-dialed.

Oftentimes, it ended with you not sleeping and then having to miss school because of over-exhaustion.

You were sitting in your living room while on the phone with Gunwook (he claimed you were moral support for his studying) when your mom texted you, the message starting with a bunch of emojis, which was her way of beginning a message with bad news.

“Oh god,” you said, cutting through the hour-long silence you’d maintained with your boyfriend.

“Huh? What’s up?”

“My mom texted me. There’s some huge accident on the freeway, so they’ve got the entire thing blocked off. Traffic is awful on other routes so they’re just going to pull off to a motel and sleep there tonight.”

“Oh no,” he said, and you could tell he was preoccupied with whatever math problem he was doing. “House to yourself, I guess?”

“I’m glad it’s Saturday,” you said, frowning. “I’m not gonna get any sleep tonight.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t like being completely alone in the house. I’m convinced someone’s gonna come in and kill me.”

“Hmm,” Gunwook hummed, pausing briefly. “I could come over and stay the night? I’ll leave early in the morning so they don’t find out I was there.”

Realistically, you knew you should say no because the chance of your parents finding out about Gunwook terrified you, but you had poor judgment and liked your boyfriend too much to turn down seeing him. “Would you actually? It’s kind of late, and I wouldn’t want to make you walk that much in the dark.”

“It’s not that far of a walk,” he said, and you could hear him packing his school stuff already. The sound of pencils clinking against pencils and books closing made you feel all warm and fuzzy—instead of studying for the test that was going to decide his fate as an adult, he was coming to make sure you felt comfortable and safe.

“Oh yeah, because 30 minutes is ‘not that far.’ Just get it over with and tell me you’re in love with me.”

Gunwook cleared his throat at your quip, choking on air. You snickered, finding how flustered he got at the “L-word” quite cute (as if you wouldn’t do the same thing). “I’ll be there shortly.”

He hung up the phone without saying bye, most likely out of embarrassment, which made you feel proud of yourself. And, true to his word, he showed up about fifty minutes later, balancing his school backpack on one arm and another bag on the other. “Do you know how hard it is to jump out of your window with two bags?” he asked, walking into your house as if it was his own. You wondered if he cared about the fact that he’d never actually been inside before, given he’d only ever walked you home, but you assumed his unwillingness to do his usual hello-and-hug meant he was somewhat flustered by it.

“Are you moving in, or something? What’s in the bags?”

“Well, I can’t stay the night without all my nighttime stuff,” he huffed, breezing past you and dropping his bags off next to the stairs. You watched him look around frantically, and you somewhat assumed that he’d hung up on you because he’d realized what exactly he had suggested and had no way of backing out of it now (you hoped he hadn’t even thought about backing out).

“You’re such a diva,” you scoffed, shuffling back into your living room and returning to your position on the couch. He sat next to you, leaning against the armrest and putting his legs on top of yours. You rolled your eyes, picking up the remote and pressing play.

“So, what are we watching?”

“Whatever romcom was playing when I turned the TV on,” you replied, keeping your focus on the screen. Suddenly you were feeling embarrassed even though you’d been feeling so egotistical a second ago, as you were realizing you were in more danger here than he was. He’d successfully snuck out (or so he said, but you were pretty sure he probably told his mom and then snuck out the window to avoid his dad finding out), but your parents lived here, and if they got here before you were expecting them, it was over for you.

It dawned on you that you needed to find out when they were planning on getting back, so you wrenched your phone out of your pocket, furiously typing to your mother. Gunwook noticed, pointing at you and laughing. “You were so high and mighty a second ago, and now look at you. Somebody realized they’re going to be in bigger shit than I am.”

“Shut your mouth,” you hissed, watching the little bubble that indicated your mom was typing.

“Maybe we should send her a selfie, huh? Just so she knows a random teenage boy that she doesn’t know is in her house,” Gunwook continued, sucking all of the confidence you’d once had out of the air. “She’d be super excited, right?”

“If you’re not out of my house by 5:30 tomorrow morning, I’m going to break up with you,” you announced, glaring at him. He made a face at you, shaking his head.

“Be glad I like you so much. Waking up at 5:30 is brutal. I didn’t even do that when Gyuvin got his appendix out and texted me thirty times to ask if I’d be there when he got out of surgery.”

“You liar, Gyuvin literally told me that you showed up with flowers and a get-well-soon card.”

Gunwook blushed at that, clearing his throat. “Okay, whatever, fine. Let’s just watch the movie.”

The two of you got about twenty minutes of the romcom in before he checked the time and announced that you were both going to sleep. You said he could go on his own—midnight was early for both of you, and you weren’t the one waking up at 5:30—but he got all whiney, turning the TV off and picking you up from the couch.

You’d gone through the motions of your nighttime routine together, with Gunwook’s being about fifty steps longer than yours. You ended up sitting on the floor while he put on a million serums and waited thirty minutes in between each one, claiming it was to “let each product soak into his skin.”

You texted Youngeun and Yeseo about it, not thinking about the implications behind waiting for him to finish his skincare routine. Immediately, they began blowing up your phone, and you promptly muted your group chat and their individual text threads, not wanting to deal with the onslaught of questions they were likely unleashing onto you.

Then, you looked up to see Gunwook putting on a lip mask. Knowing it was probably the last step in his routine, you hopped up from the floor, staring at the small, pink container that the gel lived in. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to try that out,” you said, not thinking about it too hard. “Is it nice? Does it work?”

“Shouldn’t you know better than anyone whether it works or not?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. You slapped him hard on the shoulder, causing him to yelp in pain. “Okay, geez, yes, it works. Do you want to try some?”

“Oh, can I—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Gunwook leaned down and kissed you somewhat hard, almost causing you to stumble back a bit. Either way, you almost immediately broke it off, incredibly flustered at the act. You slapped him again, although this time it was a million times weaker. “You’re so stupid, oh my god, you cliche loser.”

“Be grateful I was willing to give you any, this stuff is expensive,” Gunwook said, cackling. He put a bit more on his finger, rubbing it into his lips to compensate for what he lost from kissing you. “I thought you liked kissing me, no?”

“I also like the thought of you getting hit by a train. These things aren’t mutually exclusive,” you huffed, looking to the side. “Whatever. I’m going to my room.”

“Ooh, me too,” he said, draping an arm around your shoulders as you walked past him. He kept himself in step with you, flicking the bathroom light switch off as you both exited the room.

“Who said we’re sleeping in the same room?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. Gunwook laughed in your face, causing you to frown.

“Okay, sure, but one noise and you’ll be prancing into the guest room like a scared dog.” “Who said I had a guest room? Go to the couch.” You wiggled out from under his arm, opening the door to your bedroom and flicking the lights on. Gunwook continued following after you, but quickly walked past you and climbed under the duvet on your bed. Somehow, he’d already plugged his phone in and put his bags neatly in the corner of your room—it must’ve been when he walked out to grab his toner pads from his bag—and had settled into your bedroom quite nicely. You stared at him in awe as he yawned, patting the bed next to him.

“It’s bedtime.”

“For you.”

He laughed at you again, patting the bed once more. You shut your bedroom door behind you, turning your phone’s flashlight on and turning the lights off as soon as they’d come on. You shuffled over to the bed, sliding in next to him and cuddling up to him. He reciprocated, putting an arm on your waist and giggling.

“You giggle too much.”

“Good night, [First]. I won’t wake you up tomorrow morning, but I’ll be out by 5:30. Promise.”

Even though you weren’t tired, you fell asleep like a baby next to Gunwook, basking in the warmth he brought. You were pretty sure you’d fallen asleep before him, actually, but you swore up and down it was because he’d been humming to you and rubbing your back in a way that was more relaxing than you would’ve liked it to be.

So, when you woke up the next morning, the sun barely peeking through your curtains, to find him gone, you felt relief. You groaned, turning over to search for your phone, which was, as always, placed on your bedside table.

You picked it up, barely being able to make out the time—5:01 am. Huh, you thought, frowning. He left earlier than he needed.

And then you looked at your notifications—three texts from your mother.

2:34 am—Hi honey, the motel was uncomfortable and we couldn’t sleep, so we’re getting an early start. I know you get paranoid, and I hope you’re not awake, but texting to let you know just in case you are. Should be there about 4:30.

3:47 am—Update, we’ve hit some early traffic, so probably closer to 4:45. It might still be 4:30 if we’re lucky.

Finally, 4:11 am—We got lucky!!! We’ll be there in 10. Assuming you’re asleep…am glad. Can’t wait to be in my own bed.

You shot up from your bed, suddenly feeling more awake than you’d ever been in your life. With what little sunlight there was, you looked to the corner of the room, clearly seeing two black bags that didn’t belong to you. Then, an extra phone on your nightstand.

Panic set in. You, as quietly as you could, got out of bed, shuffling to the door. With a hand haphazardly placed on the knob, you pulled your door open, cringing at even the slightest of noises. You heard the sound of a glass hitting your table downstairs, and you felt like crying.

Slowly, you tiptoed down the stairs, catching sight of Gunwook, blue sweater on and exhaustion written on his face, sitting across from both of your parents. Breakfast was ready on the table, and Gunwook had a full plate in front of him, but it had barely been touched.

He noticed you first, looking up at you from the table. He looked violently uncomfortable, pleading for you to come save him, and you just about turned around and went back to your room.

“[First],” your dad said, turning his head to look at you. “Why don’t you come join us? I suppose you have a few things to explain.”

v. ice cream

You loved summer for a multitude of reasons—the lack of school, the increase in fun treats, and the overall happiness that came upon everyone during your one month off of responsibility. So, when you caught wind of a fair opening up, you knew you couldn’t pass up going.

Your first invites were Yeseo and Youngeun, since the three of you always spent your summers at amusement parks and pop-ups. But, they’d had the bright idea to invite along your boyfriend and his couple of friends—it would be okay, they said, since there’s three of you and three of them. So, you did, and you were entirely grateful that you had.

You didn’t know Gyuvin or Junhyeon very well before today; Gyuvin tended to follow Gunwook around, and Junhyeon had bought you juice once upon a time, but that was about it. It was the same for Gunwook and your couple of friends, as the most they’d interacted with him was on your plane ride to Hawaii.

Seeing your friends getting along with his warmed your heart, and it had put together a day you would never forget, most likely. About twenty minutes ago, your four accompaniments had made up some excuse as to why they needed to separate from the two of you, which had left you strolling through the fair as the sun was beginning to set.

The sky had erupted into a million different colors, namely pinks and purples, which you were particularly enamored by. You’d endearingly linked your arm with Gunwook’s and you’d been walking through the local artist alley that they’d put up.

“I’m glad it’s cooling down,” you said, staring at a booth where a woman was showing off all of her handmade jewelry pieces, which you found to be quite impressive. “As much fun as a fair is, it always sucks when it’s too hot to enjoy.”

“It wasn’t that hot today, though, was it?” he replied. “I mean, it got warm around 3, but that was just about it. I thought today was relatively tame compared to the rest of the week.”

“Okay, Fireboy, whatever you say. But, for the record, tame compared to the rest of the week doesn’t mean much when it was nearly 35° the other day,” you scoffed. Gunwook chuckled, and you looked over at him, intending on continuing to talk about the heat. But, a booth behind him caught your eye, distracting you from whatever you were planning on saying next.

You unlocked your arm from his, smiling mischievously at him. “Wait here,” you said excitedly, pulling your wallet out of your tote bag. You quickly walked over to the ice cream booth that you’d seen in the distance, the thought of how cold it would be tainting your mind. Even just a little bit of freedom from the heat was enough to sweep you off your feet, at this point.

“What would you like?” the server asked, to which you smiled at her, staring at the menu.

“Um, just two vanilla cones, please,” you said, realizing you had no clue what flavor of ice cream he’d even want. You hoped he didn’t have a terrible disdain for vanilla, but you doubted he did, given you’d never seen him actively dislike any food in your life. You got the amount of money it cost out of your wallet and placed it on the counter, shoving your wallet back in your bag.

The server handed them to you, and you thanked her, turning back around to hobble back to where you’d left Gunwook. And, as you did, you were met with quite possibly the worst sight in the world—he stood off to the side of the jewelry booth talking to someone. Namely, he was talking to Yukyung.

Of course she would be here—before she’d broken your trust, she tagged along on your summer adventures. She was your best friend once upon a time, and now, she was not much other than a bad memory, and she was talking to your boyfriend.

You didn’t know how to describe the feeling it evoked. It wasn’t jealousy—you knew what jealousy felt like, and this was too mellow and depressing to be jealousy. Yukyung looked gorgeous, as she always did, dressed in a pretty, flowy, red sundress that just barely brushed against the tops of her shoes. Her makeup was perfect and rosy to match the dress, and she’d braided white ribbon into her hair, which you thought made her look even more elegant than she had before.

Oh, you thought, biting your lip. This is inadequacy.

You watched them talk, and you watched the way she smiled and the way he seemed uncomfortable just from the way he stood. For a brief moment, you thought they even looked a bit good together, but that thought was quickly washed away when you felt ice cream drip onto your finger.

When you looked back up, she was gone, and Gunwook had gone back to lingering. You shook your head, jogging up to him with a smile. “Happy summer,” you said, handing it out to him. He smiled back at you, taking the ice cream cone from your hand.

“Thank you,” he said, taking a big bite straight from the top. You widened your eyes in shock and your face distorted into one of disgust.

“You bite ice cream?”

“And what about it? Do you have a problem with it?”

“Yeah, actually, I do. That’s weird and strange.”

“You know what else is weird and strange?”

“Huh?”

“The fact that you’re letting your ice cream melt all over your hand.”

vi. overwhelmed

You’re wondering how long you can get away with staying in the bathroom before someone notices that you’ve been gone for much longer than you were expecting. You hug your knees to your chest, playing a mindless game in hopes it’ll calm you down at least somewhat.

You knew this would happen at some point—every upperclassman you’d talked to told you that, in the months approaching your college entrance exams, your mental health would plummet. From panic attacks in the bathroom during math classes to not being able to fall asleep until four in the morning.

You just underestimated how much it sucked to feel like this in the first place. You’re no stranger to stress, that much is certain, but this was much more real. And, this sort of panic hit you anywhere and everywhere—including Gyuvin’s birthday party.

Briefly, you glanced at the time—8:02. You’d been in the bathroom for about 10 minutes, and nobody had come looking for you yet, which was good. The bad news was that you weren’t any closer to calming down and were feeling utterly helpless.

As if you’d jinxed yourself, Gunwook texted you at that very moment, asking where you’d gone. You half-assed your reply, saying you were still in the bathroom taking a break from the chaos, ignoring the temptation to ask him to come help you. It would be mean to Gyuvin and him—so, for the sake of your sanity, you’d stay quiet.

Meanwhile, Gunwook stood in one of Gyuvin’s hallways, staring at his phone. Junhyeon had followed him back as Gyuvin was well entertained by Ricky, who he hadn’t seen in nearly a year, and stood next to him, leaning against the wall.

“Things have been weird lately.” Gunwook frowned, reading over your text again and again. Junhyeon tilted his head inquisitively.

“Weird how?”

“Just…I don’t know, she’s been weirdly distant from time to time. Everything will be fine, and she’ll shut off with no warning. It happens no matter where we are, too—if we’re studying, if we’re walking home, if we’re eating dinner. It’s strange.”

“Could it just be test jitters? I know a lot of couples who broke up in anticipation of the test, with plans to get back together afterward. Like Yuna and Jaechan, in class 4. They did that.”

Gunwook’s frown deepend. “I don’t want to break up with her, though,” he sighed, watching as the typing bubble on your end appeared and disappeared. “Would it be weird to look for her? Like would she find that strange?”

“She probably walked off because she didn’t want to take you away from Gyuvin, but Ricky’s here now, so I don’t think it would be a bad idea, per se,” Junhyeon said, patting his shoulder. “But make sure she doesn’t feel bad taking you away from everything. I think Gyuvin would understand. And Ricky wants to meet her, so no harm in making sure nothing’s wrong.”

Gunwook bit the edge of his lip, shoving his phone into his pocket. Gunwook gave Junhyeon a pat on the shoulder, and he nodded, walking back toward the bulk of the party.

The bathroom was behind a bed sheet curtain that Gyuvin had hung up before the party, with a lame “do not enter” sign taped to it. He’d proceeded to give you, Gunwook, and Junhyeon special permission to break the rules, as the three of you had been in the house before and knew which rooms were okay to enter and which ones weren’t.

The door was closed and the light was on, which meant you’d gone out of your way to go to the off-limits bathroom, where Yeseo and Youngeun wouldn’t be able to find you. He frowned, raising his hand to knock on the door.

Then, he heard a small sniffle behind the door and stopped. Gunwook had never seen you cry—early into your relationship, you’d told him you weren’t a crier, and not many things pushed you to that point. At the time, it had been relieving, as he didn’t know you well enough to even attempt to comfort you.

But, now a good three months had passed, and he still had no clue what to do, which made him feel more stressed than relieved. Nevertheless, now that he knew, he couldn’t just leave you, so he knocked on the door.

Your response was, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Gunwook took that as an invitation to open the door, finding you sitting on the floor of Gyuvin’s bathroom while holding your phone. You weren’t crying, but he could tell you were close to it. He slipped inside, closing the door behind him, and sitting next to you on the ground.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, scooting closer to you so you’d be shoulder-to-shoulder. You shrugged, looking off to the side.

“I’m stressed. You know, with the college entrance exams and graduating stuff, the world is just a lot right now. I didn’t think it would hit here, though, but the number 18 being passed around made me think about it too much. It’s silly.”

“No, it’s not,” Gunwook replied. “It’s okay to be stressed out about something stressful, even if you’re at a birthday party. And it’s okay to tell me because Gyuvin’s friend came to surprise him after he moved to California, so he’s not upset that I’m gone. Okay?”

Your lip quivered a bit, and Gunwook put his arm around you, pressing you into his side. He rubbed your shoulder reassuringly as you sniffled again, obviously having to try harder to keep your feelings in.

At that moment, you wanted to spew everything at him. Your feelings of insecurity towards Yukyung, the stress you felt knowing he was going to get into some fancy university and you probably weren’t, how scary everything was right at this moment.

But, you stayed quiet and chose to burst into tears instead. The moment one tear escaped from your eye, the rest did, too, and you found yourself crying into Gunwook’s chest. He was rocking you back and forth, rubbing your back while you covered his shirt in your tears.

You felt miserable—if you could, you wanted to pause time, run outside, and scream. At what, you were unsure, but you needed it, more than you needed anything else in the entire world. You could only take this for so much longer.

“I’m here for you,” Gunwook whispered, squeezing you gently. “I’ll always be here, I promise.”

You took his words to heart.

vii. wisdom teeth

On day four of Gunwook’s wisdom-teeth recovery, you’d been asked to be his caregiver, which you were okay with. His mom, who was infinitely grateful that you’d offered to take care of her son, assured you that he was technically cleared to go back to normal after day 3, but he was still feeling a bit wonky, and his pain medicine enhanced the wonkiness.

Your jobs were as such: make soup or mashed potatoes when he asked, remind him to clean his wounds if he forgets, and hang out with him. You found the list quite easy and told his mom that you’d make sure he was all good and cared for.

You underestimated, however, how needy your boyfriend would be. The moment you’d walked into his bedroom to wake him up, he attached himself to you, whining about how much he’d missed you over the past few days. He spoke as if you’d gone off to war and left him behind with your nonexistent children, insisting that your absence had ruined his life.

After you managed to make him brush his teeth, spray salt water into his mouth, and eat his breakfast (a bowl of yogurt), he passed out on the couch, leaving you to do whatever seemed appealing at the moment. Initially, you spent your time scrolling through all the selfies he’d sent you of his face all swollen and puffy, which had got you giggling. Then, you had the bright idea to help 

You started by slightly cleaning his room up, feeling pretty good about yourself as you washed his clothes and his sheets. In your mind, you were building a resume to ensure his mom liked you, and you were going to earn extra affection from it, so you didn’t care about the repetitiveness at all.

About halfway through your cleaning adventures, Gunwook appeared in the doorway of his bedroom, staring at you folding the load of laundry you did. “How are you?” you asked, continuing to fold his t-shirts.

“Have I ever told you that you’re perfect?” he mumbled, shuffling over and draping himself onto you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and shoved his face into your neck, nearly knocking you over by putting his entire weight on you without warning.

“Only every day,” you replied, giggling. “Seriously though, how are you? Anything feel off or more painful than it did before you napped?”

“No,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your neck. “Stop sounding like my mom. It’s weird.”

“What do you want me to say? ‘I hope you get dry socket?’”

“It’s better than mom-speak,” he replied. “She’s going to love you after today. Not gonna shut up about it.”

“That’s the entire reason that I’m doing all of this.”

“And not to help out your hurting boyfriend? You’re terrible.”

You scoffed, finishing folding the rest of his clothes. “Are you hungry?”

You patted his arm and Gunwook unattached himself from you, letting you turn around to face him. He rubbed his eyes, shaking his head. “No. I’m so glad you’re here. I missed you a lot.”

“Did you?”

“My mom said I cried about you being at school right after I got out of surgery,” he replied. You widened your eyes, not expecting him to be that forward about it. “I don’t like being away from you for so long. I hope we never, ever separate.”

You smiled, half-heartedly punching him in the shoulder. “I hope you stay this nice even after you feel fully better.”

Gunwook gave you a serious look as if he was thinking hard about something. You waited awkwardly, staring at one another as he sounded out whatever he was thinking in his head. “Over the past few days, I’ve been thinking a lot about something.”

“Which is…?”

“I’m going to say something,” he said, putting his hands on your shoulders. “I’m not expecting a reply. I just need to say it. I’ve thought about it a lot.”

“Okay, go on ahead. I’m listening.”

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as if whatever he was going to tell you was stressing him out. It made you get a bit anxious, wondering if he was going to break some terrible news to you. “Over the past couple of days, I’ve missed you a lot, more than I missed Gyuvin and Junhyeon combined. And it was hard only being able to talk to you through texting, even though I only text my friends for days on end sometimes. And it got me thinking about everything, you know? Because it’s all I’ve had to entertain myself since I got my teeth pulled.”

“Right.”

“I love you, [First]. A lot. And it’s okay if you’re not ready to say that yet, I get it. But I do. Truthfully. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

It felt like a rock was stuck in your throat. You opened your mouth expecting words to come out, but they didn’t—so, you just stood there, staring at Gunwook. He stared back at you, eyes glossy from tiredness and cheeks pink. You weren’t ready—the words were so big and so scary, and it wasn’t that you didn’t love him, you just couldn’t find the words to say it.

Your solution to this was to engulf him in a hug, latching to his waist like you’d done a second ago. No words were needed as he did the same, and, for a while, you stood there, enjoying one another’s company.

viii. mirrors

You don’t remember the last time you’ve felt this gross when looking into a mirror. The dress you’re wearing is gorgeous—it’s long, flowy, and summery, the type of dress that doesn’t look bad on anyone. Yet, staring at yourself right now, you feel utterly disgusting.

It’s the same type of dress you saw Yukyung wearing at the fair, and, when you look at yourself, all you can do is compare yourself to her. Even when you were best friends, this was a problem you had, but it wasn’t nearly as awful when she made you feel safe and loved. Now, it felt threatening and nauseating.

Gunwook knocked on the door of your dressing room, causing you to wince. “[First], are you done? Can I see?”

“Yeah, sure. One second.”

You quickly retied the bow around your waist, hoping it would make you feel a little less awful. It didn’t have the intended effect, but you turned around anyway, opening the door to the dressing room. Gunwook’s expression bloomed into a smile the moment he saw you, but, instead of feeling loved, you only remembered the way he looked at Yukyung with slight disdain at the fair while she wore the same thing.

“You look so beautiful,” he said, which caused you to subconsciously frown. He noticed immediately, his smile morphing into a frown to mirror you. “What’s wrong? Do you not like it?”

You turned around, staring at yourself in the mirror once more. “I don’t feel pretty in it,” you said, trying to be as upfront with your emotions as you could. You saw Gunwook’s jaw drop in his reflection in the mirror as if he couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“How in the world could you not feel pretty? It fits you perfectly, and it’s entirely on theme for your cousin’s wedding. You look gorgeous, I swear. Everyone would agree with me.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, hoping and praying that, if he said it for a third time, the image of Yukyung in your mind would miraculously go away. He nodded earnestly, making the most serious look you’d ever seen him produce.

“One thousand percent. And I’m not just saying it because I’m your boyfriend, I mean it. You look beautiful, and every other synonym of beautiful. I’m serious.”

You nodded, fabricating a smile so you could take it off and put your sweater back on. “Okay, I’ll get it then. I’m sure my mom will agree.”

You shut the dressing room door, fighting the urge to slam your head into the mirror. You just pulled the dress off of you, replacing it with your normal clothes and putting it back on the hanger, swiftly exiting the room so you’d no longer be facing the mirror.

After that, you’d tried to escape the mall as quickly as you could, dragging Gunwook through the corridors like you were on a mission. He’d followed without saying anything, but you could tell he was somewhat confused—and you hoped that confusion would go away when you arrived at the bus stop just as it arrived.

Gunwook knew you better than that, though, shooting you multiple inquisitive looks for the duration of your bus ride. And, the moment you got off, he whistled a small tune, which was a clear sign that he was going to bring it up.

“So, what’s up?”

“What do you mean?” You feigned ignorance, hoping he’d get the message and leave it alone. He wouldn’t, though, and it was now a question of whether he meant today only, or why you’d been acting so strange over the past month or so.

“You’ve been acting weird for a while, [First]. Not all the time, just sometimes, and it has me worried. Did I do something? Or is there something you aren’t telling me?”

“I’m just on edge,” you lied, clearing your throat. “Exams are next month. I don’t like the idea that a single test could dictate the rest of my life, and the idea that, if I do poorly, I have to spend another year studying for it.”

“Are you sure that’s it? You seem fine every time we’re studying, and your grades are good. You don’t ask for nearly as much help as you did a few months ago either.”

“I promise. Things will go back to normal next month, I swear.”

“Okay.”

Great, you thought, kicking a rock on the sidewalk. He knew you were lying, and now you had one month to fix your ex-best-friend troubles before you had to face your issues. And, you had no idea how.

You kicked the rock again, and it flew out in the street, falling into a storm drain, never to be seen again.

ix. exams

Before today, you didn’t think your hands could hurt this bad. Nor did you think your brain could hurt this bad, either.

The moment you walked into Gunwook’s room, you drop everything you’re holding, face-planting into his bed. He laughed at you, and you could hear him neatly placing everything he was holding onto his desk.

“How can you unpack things right now?” you asked, mentally praising whoever created mattresses. “I feel like my brain is short-circuiting.”

“I’m good at school stuff, that’s why,” he replied. Outside, the rain that you’d dealt with walking to his house got worse, and you briefly considered the possibility that you wouldn’t be returning home tonight unless one of your parents were willing to drive to Gunwook’s house. “Do you want something else to wear? Other than your uniform.”

“Really?” you asked, hopping out of his bed. He nodded, opening his drawer and taking out a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants.

“They’ll probably be a little big,” he said, handing them to you. You waved him off, shaking your head.

“They’re not this god-awful uniform, so they’re winners in my book.”

You practically skipped out of his room and into the bathroom, changing into the pajamas he’d given you hastily. They were soft and smelled like the detergent his mom bought (which smelled exactly like you thought Gunwook would smell, back when you just had a delusional crush on him).

Before you went back to his room, you folded your uniform, giving yourself a once over in the mirror. You looked exhausted and you felt it too, overloaded from the hours of straight testing that you’d endured for the sole purpose of going to university. You were so tired you couldn’t even muster the strength to be worried about your test scores.

You shuffled back into Gunwook’s room, shutting the door behind you. He was already laying down, scrolling through his phone and wearing the black-and-white sweater he’d been so obsessed with recently. You put your uniform on top of your bag, which he’d moved to a chair in the corner of his room, before collapsing on top of him and forcing your hands around his waist.

The act caused him to laugh at you before ruffling your hair, kissing you atop the crown of your head. “I’m proud of you,” he said, and you felt his chest rumble as he talked. “I’m sure you did well.”

“Stop being sappy,” you replied, suddenly feeling a lot more tired than you had been. “But I’m proud of you too. I know you did well.”

He hummed, and you assumed he went back to scrolling through his phone, which you weren’t angry about. You had about five minutes before you fell asleep on him, and you were fine spending it in complete silence save for whatever random thought you had.

“Oh, did you see the Yuna-Jaechan reunion? It was, like, dramatic. He gave her some super expensive necklace or something.”

“I didn’t see it, but I heard about it. Junhyeon hasn’t shut up about it. He thinks it’s hilarious.”

“If we’d done the CSAT breakup, would you have bought me a super expensive necklace?”

“We wouldn’t have, but I would’ve bought you the most expensive necklace ever. With Gyuvin’s money.”

“Aw, how romantic.”

It went quiet again, and you felt yourself fading quickly. The rhythmic up-and-down of Gunwook’s chest paired with the rain pitter-pattering against the window was putting you to sleep with ease, to the point where you could barely keep your eyes open.

And then a bright flash and near-immediate thunder awoke you instantly, causing you to flinch hard. Gunwook laughed at you instantly, causing you to feel embarrassed.

“Oh, is someone afraid of thunder?”

“No,” you huffed, closing your eyes again. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Okay, whatever you say. But that jump was pretty intense. I almost thought you were convulsing, was scared that the test had killed you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Good night, [First]. Sleep well.”

Now aware that you were enduring a thunderstorm, the booming noise that came with the rain only added to your sleepiness. Within minutes, you were almost completely asleep, barely able to register when Gunwook laughed at something on his phone or shifted slightly.

“I love you,” he whispered, putting a single hand on your waist. With that, you were asleep and entirely dead to the world for the next few hours.

x. gossip

You didn’t like the way Youngeun was looking at you. She couldn’t keep secrets—it was obvious she knew something, but you couldn’t figure out what exactly she could know.

Yeseo, on the other hand, seemed completely fine, even if Youngeun kept giving her worried glances. She simply drank her juice, mixing her noodles around with seemingly no intent to actually eat them. It was silent at your table, the sun beating down on you as you sat outside the 7/11 you’d all agreed to go to after school that day.

“What is up with you two?” you finally asked, frustrated with whatever was happening. Youngeun winced and Yeseo put her drink down, balancing her chopsticks on top of her bowl of ramen. It was silent for a few moments, and you felt anxiety eating you up.

“There’s a rumor going around,” Youngeun blurted out, causing you to tilt your head. Yeseo crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair.

“It’s not a big rumor. It’s small and contained, and it shouldn’t get much bigger, but we don’t want you to hear it from someone random, or to overhear it when you don’t mean to. We don’t think it’s true, but you deserve to know.”

“Okay, just tell me. I don’t need this huge build-up.”

“There’s a small group, and I mean small group, that think Yukyung and Gunwook are dating behind your back.”

You went quiet, feeling your heart drop into your stomach. Realistically, you knew it wasn’t true—from the way Gunwook talked to you to the way he looked at you, there was no possible way that this was true. The part of you that was borderline traumatized by her sudden switch up on you believed it in an instant, though.

“Do they have any proof?”

“Apparently, they see her talking to him a lot. I mean, she doesn’t hang out in your classroom often, ‘cause her new friends are in mine and Gunwook’s class. And, to be fair, they aren’t wrong, she does talk to him a lot, but he doesn’t like it. It wouldn’t shock me if she’s trying to get him to break up with you, but they’re not dating,” Youngeun said, suddenly sounding a lot angrier than she did before. “I’ve seen him shoot her down several times. But people take it the wrong way, I guess.”

“Long story short, don’t believe it, [First]. We both know it’s not true and if you start hearing it from other people, ignore it. Okay?”

Like the world was playing an awful, cruel joke on you, your phone started ringing, and one look confirmed your suspicions. You picked up, hearing Gunwook’s voice come through, clear as day. “Do you want to see a movie tomorrow?” he asked, skipping over the greeting. Intrusively, you thought, would he go with her, too? “I’ll pay. It’s a showing of a Ghibli movie that Yujin said was good.”

“Sure,” you said, feeling Youngeun’s and Yeseo’s eyes burning through you, as if to say don’t you dare overreact about this. “What time?”

You were going to overreact about it anyway, though. You couldn’t do this, at least not with Yukyung—or, at least the thought of her—breathing over your shoulder at every moment. She meant too much to you that your mind was racing through every single thought you’d had over the past few months.

She was your best friend, and you’re pretty sure that, before Gunwook came into the picture, you were in love with her. You spent hours upon hours with her, and now you spend hours looking through the old pictures that you refuse to delete. You’re stuck on her—not in love with her anymore, but yearning for a friendship you lost—and it’s getting in the way of your relationship, and your mind concludes that there’s one viable outcome.

And, now, you have an excuse to carry it out.

xi. her

You don’t have the time to knock on Gunwook’s door before he throws it open. He hugs you immediately, picking you up and spinning you around right there in his doorway, and, for a minute, your mind is clear of all the terrible things that you’ve been trapped with for the past month.

“We did it,” he cried out, putting you back down so he could see your face. “We did it! Oh my god, how could we not have done it? We were always going to get in.”

About twenty minutes ago, both you and Gunwook received an email from Seoul National University that you’d gotten in. After you’d cried for four hours over your good CSAT scores, you nearly passed out at this news, wondering in what world you had deserved this. And, among your caving-in mind over Gunwook and Yukyung, you’d immediately left your house and ran to Gunwook’s.

He cupped your face in his hands, planting a kiss on your lips in utter joy. You laughed, feeling immensely happy for the both of you.

You tripped over your feet as you walked into his house, kicking off your shoes and emerging into his living room. “I never thought this would happen,” you said, pacing around the room. Gunwook watched you from behind the couch, smiling. “I mean, for the last month, I’ve just—I haven’t caught a break. I’ve been miserable every waking moment and now I finally have something to be happy over. Can you believe that?”

You look at him, and you watch his smile drop. You backpedal over what you said, realizing that you’d let your little secret slip; since Youngeun and Yeseo had told you about the rumor, you’d done an excellent job at hiding your panic, acting like everything was fine when it wasn’t in the slightest.

“What do you mean you’ve been miserable?”

You stopped pacing, and the room went quiet. In an instant, you’d knocked the happiness out of the room and brought in everything you’d been avoiding. The breakup plan you’d thought of night after night flashed in your mind, along with Yeseo telling you that you were an idiot for even considering it.

“I don’t know where this came from,” he continued, his voice a bit tight. “But I was under the impression everything was okay. We took the test and you looked better—why wouldn’t you tell me you were miserable?”

You weren’t sure what to say. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you felt nauseated, no longer feeling the excitement of the college acceptance you’d yearned for since you were a kid. “It’s stupid,” you said, your voice small. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll get over it.”

“I don’t know if you understand how that sounds to me,” he said, and you were getting the idea that he also had an issue that he hadn’t been talking about, either. “But we’ve spent a lot of time together over the last month, and you saying that you’ve been miserable the entire time sounds a lot like you saying you were miserable being with me.”

“What? No, that’s not what I meant.” You shook your head, feeling mortified at the idea. “I promise, that’s not it. It has nothing to do with you.”

“Then why won't you tell me? I don’t think I’m entitled to hear anything from you that you don’t want to talk about, but when it’s been torturing you for months, [First], I feel like I deserve to know. Especially since it seems like Youngeun and Yeseo haven’t gotten any of the side effects.”

You bit your lip, closing your eyes. “You know Yukyung was my best friend, right?” Even saying it aloud made tears bunch into your eyes. For the first time since nearly a year ago, now, you were facing something you hadn’t even talked about with your mom. “Like, best friend. We’ve been—we were friends from our first year of middle school. She was my everything. And she threw it all away over—over you, and it’s been hard for me to stomach it.”

Gunwook rolled up his sleeves, leaning on the couch. “That happened in March,” he said, almost sounding frustrated. You knew it wasn’t directed at you, rather, he was probably angry that Yukyung had any say in your relationship even though you’d never even spoken about her.

“It killed me, Gunwook. I didn’t sleep well for a week. I mean, she was telling people things I told her in middle school, running around and painting a picture of me that I didn’t know she had.” You felt exasperated, unsure of how to convey what you needed to without sharing a secret you’d never shared with anyone. “It was hard for me. Even though I was happy about us, I couldn’t get over losing her like that with no warning. And then, I saw her talking to you at the fair, and then Yeseo and Youngeun told me about the rumors, and—”

“Rumors?” he interjected, furrowing his eyebrows. “What rumors?”

“People think you’re cheating on me,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. That seemed to confuse Gunwook, as he looked down, staring at the couch rather than looking at you. “It’s just hard, okay? It’s hard.”

“And you couldn’t have told me you felt like this? It didn’t cross your mind, even for a second, to just be honest?”

“Well why didn’t you tell me that she’s been talking to you at every chance she gets?” you rebutted. That caused him to wince, and you watched him realize that he couldn’t say much, either. “It’s not like we’re both innocent, here. So let’s get it over with. Now.”

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” Gunwook said, pushing off the couch and mirroring your stance. “Gyuvin brought it up during our second year before we knew each other. It didn’t cross my mind again until I saw you staring at her when I came in to give you your calculator back. And then—it’s been months and you haven’t said you loved me.”

Every muscle in your body tensed, and it, once again, occurred to you that you could never pull anything over on Gunwook.

“Are you in love with her?”

You gulped, your throat suddenly feeling drier than it ever had. “I was. A long time ago.”

It went silent again, and you wondered if he believed you. “I promise you it’s in the past. It was only during my first year and some of my second, but I got over it when she started dating Seungeon. And they lasted long enough for me to get over it, and we added Youngeun to the mix, so I was preoccupied. That’s in the past. But it doesn’t change that she threw out five years of our friendship without a second thought.”

He didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, beginning to pace back and forth. You let him think, hoping that your defense was sound enough that he wouldn’t break things off then and there.

“Do you love me, [First]?”

Two months ago, Yeseo had asked if you’d said “I love you” yet. You’d, embarrassingly, had to share that Gunwook had but you hadn’t, which perplexed both of them. And, when they asked why, all you’d been able to tell them was that the last person you’d said “I love you” to was Yukyung, the night before Youngeun called you, telling you everything she’d heard.

“Yes,” you said, nodding. “I do. I love you.”

Right in front of you, Gunwook burst into tears, walking straight past the couch and enveloping you in his arms. “I thought you were going to break up with me for so long,” he choked out, squeezing you so hard you could barely breathe. “I was terrified the entire time, and I thought things got better after the exams, but I couldn’t shake the feeling. I was so scared, [First]. I love you so much that I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

“I love you too,” you said, although it was muffled. “I promise. And I didn’t love her as much as I love you.”

xii. graduation

You were realizing that your claim that you didn’t cry often was quickly becoming a lie. You were sitting on the floor of your room, holding your diploma to your chest while tears streamed from your eyes. Gunwook was staring at you with a mixture of amusement and worry as you rocked yourself back and forth.

“Youngeun is leaving me,” you said, hiccuping. “Both of them are. For Japan. I’m going to have to make new friends.”

“But you’ll still be able to talk? They won’t even be in a different timezone.”

“Okay, and?” you said, hiccuping. “It’s so far. I won’t be able to go to 7/11 with them anymore.”

“We can go to 7/11?”

“That’s different, you’re my boyfriend. 7/11 is a commitment when it’s with you.”

“What does that even mean?”

You let out another Earth-shattering sob, and you supposed that convinced Gunwook to come over and attempt to comfort you. “There, there,” he said sarcastically. “Japan is very far. And you’ll have to pay more to call them. I’m sorry.”

“At least try to sound a little serious!”

“Neither Junhyeon nor Gyuvin got into SNU.”

“Okay, but they’re still in Korea, so you’ll be fine. There’s no train to Tokyo here.”

Gunwook wrapped his arm around your shoulder, leaning his head on yours. “It’ll be okay. They’ll be here over breaks and you’ll get to see them then, right? And you always have the—wait, why don’t you have a picture of us framed?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No, I’m serious,” he said, pointing to your dresser, which was right in front of you. On top were multiple framed pictures of the three of you, smiling, laughing, and doing other things. “What’s up with that? Am I less important than them?”

“Shut up.”

“No. I’m going to buy a disposable camera right now, and we’re going to take pictures so you can print and frame them.”

You rolled your eyes, wiping away your tears. “Okay. Whatever you say. Even though you’re my wallpaper, and you’re the only number pinned in my text messages, and you’re the only person who’s ever known the password to my phone.”

“You love me.”

“Not when you’re a greedy loser.”

“Aw, I love you, too.”

thank you for reading !

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[sideeve]

SELF CONTROL ⭑ MILES MORALES

⭑ maybe love isn’t the only thing that can keep someone tied to you .

miles morales x f!reader

part 1 — part 2

⭑ miles’ pov , cheating , normal spider-man violence , the spot , miles attempting to win reader back , major spoilers for atsv , arguing

miles’ pov

every thing was stressing him out. fighting with spot wasn’t helping either. while basically punching himself, he was trying to text his parents that he would be a little late.

“can we finish this later? i have a meeting with my parents!” miles yells, trying to web the villain to the wall.

“no! we cannot! i have to kill the thing that-wait! we’re not finished here!” spot attempts to wiggle out of the webs keeping him stuck.

“i’ll catch you later.”

with the spot “done”, miles finally had a moment to breathe. he got a message from you.

mrs. morales 💓 : miles. where r u? ur parents keep asking me and idk what to say😭

mr. morales 🕷️ : just tell them i’ll be there in a moment. had to pick up the cakes :)

he huffs.

everyone needed him at the exact same time. from juggling the responsibility as spider-man and being a boyfriend and son, school. he couldn’t do it all.

his hand slide down his face. “if only gwen were here right now. she’d know what to do.” he looks down at the boxes of cake in his hands before making his way to his apartment.

grounded. for two months. just because he couldn’t tell his parents that he’s spider-man. rage filled in his body. no one understood him. no one. but her.

fuck! he shouldn’t be thinking about her. he has a girlfriend! one that lives him to death too.

but him and gwen are just friends…right?

that thought leads him here. an inch of space left between him and gwen. he would make a mistake tonight that he would gravely regret.

“¡miles! ponte aquí ahora mismo.”

his mouth pulls him out of his trance he gasps out of shock. what the hell was he doing? why is he kissing someone else? where is his girlfriend? what is he going to do?

his eyes looked blown out. thoughts clouded his head, making him unresponsive. “i’m not going to call for you again.” the party fell silent, looking at miles in disbelief.

he didn’t even say a word to gwen nor his mom. he just ran as fast as he could (while also swinging) to you.

out of breath, he knocked on your door.

"hey babe. my mom wanted me to check on you. she said you left early." he lied. he just wanted to know if you knew what he did. "we're done. i can't be with a cheater."

fuck!

"baby. you don't understand-" "go!" you slammed the door in his face. he heard you sobbing behind the door. his heart broke.

what did he do?

he walked home like a kicked puppy. he lost the only one he loved. once he opened his house door, his parents stood in front of him, arms crossed and disappointed. "mama, i-" "no, go to your room. and make it 4 months."

he wasn't even upset, he understood why he was in this situation. he had hurt you. and there was no way to take it back.

cut to when miles meets miguel

"every spider person has lost someone close to them. that is what makes us who we are." miguel stands before miles, making him look small. the holograms of spidermen and women crouching over their loved one's dead bodies. then there was him. crouching over you.

"my canon event is my girlfriend dying?" "ex-girlfriend. and yes. i'm sorry miles. but this can't be changed." every ounce of rage when to his fists. "no! it can't be her! i gotta save her."

“miles. you know we can’t let you do that.” a disk slides under him, creating a force field around him.

“miguel! that’s enough!” the yelling from the spider society was overwhelming him. ontop of the fact that you are going to die.

in his arms.

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[psychickiss]

accident

— saiki kusuo x reader (no 3rd person pronouns, 2nd pov)

— summary: You and Saiki partner up for an assignment. Things go... not-smooth. Saiki lets you know he has powers in the worst way possible (to him).

— notes: never beta read hell yeah also there are mentions of cockroaches here and i hate them so its just one not-so-paragraph paragraph

— things: platonic maybe ooc you could see this as romantic whatevs

— masterlist | request form | retrospring

“Oh, Saiki! I didn’t know this was your house.” You smile warmly, but deep down you and Saiki both know that you knew where he lived.

“You’re joking, right? You’ve tagged along with Nendou, Kaidou, and I on the numerous occasions we walked home together.” Was what Saiki wanted to say. However, he couldn’t make any snarky comments at you whatsoever, not with his mother standing behind him.

“Ku? Is this another lovely friend of yours?”

Saiki gives you a blank glance then turns to his mother. “I guess.”

Saiki’s mother approaches you with a smile on her face, you look at her cheery expression then at Saiki’s lack of one. Polar opposites, you think. You quickly introduce yourself.

“You look lovely, Mrs. Saiki. It’s nice to meet you.”

She holds your hand gently and asks, “It’s nice to meet you too! What brings you here?”

You answer her, “I wanted to ask Saiki out.”

Saiki’s mother immediately lets go of your hand and gasps loudly. “On a date?! Do you and my Ku like each other?!”

You laugh awkwardly as you shake your head. “Goodness, no! Saiki doesn’t seem to have a romantic bone in his body.”

Well, you’re right about that. Saiki thinks to himself as he stands quietly while you talk with his mother.

“I just wanted to ask if he has a partner for our summer Pre-Calculus assignment, I was absent when it was assigned and most of the people I know have partners already. I’d text your son, but I don’t have his number– does he even have a phone?”

Saiki takes a step forward, closer to you and his mother. “I don’t have a partner yet, and Nendou wasn’t an option for me. Do you know what the assignment is?”

“If my memory serves me right, Hairo told me we had to find a partner and explain derivatives and anti-derivatives, then cite any problems with real-life situations.”

Saiki exhales, a small smile appears on his face for a second. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look nice at the action, rarely did Saiki smile, after all. You didn’t expect as well that he’d be smiling at you. “Your memory is quite well, then. We can do this in the public library.”

Saiki’s mother turns to him, frowning. “You’re not going to let your friend stay for drinks?”

Saiki shakes his head. “We can get drinks outside, thank you.” He turns to you and says, “Wait a minute. I’ll go grab my stuff. You could... talk to my mom while you wait.”

You shoot him a thumbs up and Saiki nods as well. He says something to his mother before heading up the stairs in their house.

“So, you and Ku are good friends?”

You turn to Saiki’s mother. “You could say that. He’s a pretty chill guy, and he listens to what people have to say.”

Saiki’s mother’s face grows more cheerful than before. “I’m relieved to hear that...! He’s had a hard time making friends with his powers, being psychic and all.”

You laugh, taking every single word as a lighthearted joke. “Is he like Kaidou? I think it’s nice that you play along with his imagination. Ah, I’m sorry! I just went and assumed you knew him.”

Saiki’s mother awkwardly laughs before she answers you, “Mhm, yep! We have talked to Kaidou before, he’s a nice boy. The one with red bandages on his arm. He and Saiki are definitely friends for that!”

You nod. “Yep, he says it’s to “keep his powers at bay,” but we all know it’s fake, and we still play along. Well, some of us.” You point your index finger upwards and position your hands above your head.

“And I bet Saiki’s funky hair clips limit his powers too!” You heartily laugh. You don’t notice the way Saiki’s mother desperately keeps looking back at the stairs, waiting for her son to come down.

Powers? Please.

You see Saiki walking down the stairs and you quickly put your hands down. You ask him, “Shall we go?”

Saiki nods. You two say your goodbyes to his mother before leaving the house.

“Uhm, were you serious about the whole “getting drinks outside” thing?” You ask. Saiki looks at you confused for a second.

Ah. The thing he said to his mother earlier. He answers you, “If you want to. It’s fine by me.”

You shrug. “I could go for some coffee right now. You?”

Saiki stops to walk and looks at you. He doesn’t really know what to reply, so he stays quiet.

“Straight to the library is alright.”

You both walk side-by-side on your way to the library, not saying anything. You aren’t too nervous, and your thoughts are mostly related to the assignment and how you wish to get it completely over with so you could relax. Saiki shares the same sentiment.

You and Saiki finally arrive at the library– it’s quiet and not too crowded, so there were lots of empty seats for you two to occupy. The whole place seemed a little unclean but you two didn’t mind. You both opted for the most secluded area possible.

You sit down and look at the empty chair beside you, then at Saiki, who is still standing up. “You aren’t going to sit down yet?”

Saiki shakes his head. “I’m going to go look for books we could use as references.”

You slowly nod. “Okay, thanks.” Saiki nods back and walks off to search for books.

You place your bag on the table before you and take out the stuff you figured you two would need – ballpens, paper, etc.

...

This assignment is fucking killing me...

“Hey, Kusuo, do you know how many of these we should be writing down?”

“18. With proper citation. APA format. Also, Kusuo?”

You groan. You drop your pen for a second and shake your hand, exhausted from continuous writing and page-turning. 3 problems left...

You say to Saiki, “I didn’t know you were left-handed,” as you cracked your fingers. He nods in response. “Also, calling you by your name just felt natural.”

18 is such a weird number of problems to require, to be honest. I’m glad we don’t have to solve it ourselves.

You exhale and look at your surroundings. Come to think of it, this library looks pretty old. Probably why there aren’t a lot of people today. I’m glad there aren’t any cockroaches.

As you babble on with your thoughts, Saiki stops writing, the thought of a roach interrupting his work mortifies him.

Usually there’d be a roach or two in places like these, especially in Saiki’s and my spot. It’d be pretty funny if one did come crawling or flying around here–

Horrendously perfect timing and the worst of luck bestows you and Saiki as a large cockroach appears itself in front of you, it crawls its disgusting little legs on one of the books next to you.

You and Saiki act immediately and irrationally.

You cover your mouth with one hand to stop yourself from squealing and have an instant grip on Saiki’s sleeve with the other, and;

Saiki, figuring since he’s in a secluded area, teleports far, far away from the cockroach... with you.

...

You stare at your surroundings, slowly lowering your hand from your mouth. Your other hand still on Saiki’s sleeve, you give him a slight pinch.

Good grief. It was Saiki’s turn to stop you from screaming.

WHAT THE FUCK!!!! WHERE ARE WE!!!!!! HOW DID WE GET HERE!!!!!

“Shut up.”

You shakily ask, “Huh? I didn’t say anything... God, don’t tell me you can hear thoughts too...”

Saiki takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

LIAR.

“Fine. I can.”

You step away from him. “Are you... serious?”

Saiki stares at you with the same blank expression he always wore.

Oh my God.

“Does anyone else know? Where are we?”

Saiki answers, “Toritsuka, Aiura, they both have powers, and Akechi, due to his stubbornness and intelligence. I think we are somewhere on the other side of the world... Paris”

“That’s crazy... PARIS?”

Saiki nods.

You smile mischievously, “We should ditch our homework.”

Saiki doesn’t respond. You can feel his judginess through his unwavering stare at you without a word spoken. Jesus, do you blink?

Saiki blinks and you frown.

“Come on! We’re in Paris! City of love! Don’t they have pretty cafés here? We should eat a bunch of baked goods.”

“We don’t have any money.”

You click your tongue. ... Right. “It’s back to our stupid assignment, I guess.” You tug on the back of his shirt. “To Japan.”

“Wait.” Saiki crosses his eyes. You try your best not to question the action. “The coast is clear. Let’s go.”

In an instant, you two were back at the library.

You remember your words from earlier. Power limiters... Don’t tell me they’re real... Oh God, you probably know about me making fun of your hairpins earlier...

“They’re real.”

You whisper angrily, “I get that you can hear my thoughts but wait for me to actually say it out loud!”

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright. Let’s just finish this and maybe finally get coffee, yeah?”

Saiki nods.

An hour or two passes and you two are finally done with your shared assignment.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, what other powers do you have?”

Your bag floats towards you. “Telekinesis.”

A small flame ignites on the tip of Saiki’s index finger. “Pyrokinesis.”

Saiki removes an incredulous thin glove from his hand and touches one of the books you two had used. “Psychometry. This book was returned just the other day.” He quickly wears the glove, and it amazes you how it seems like nothing is even there.

Saiki holds up his notebook and a ¥500 coin appears in its place. “Apport. It lets me exchange items of the same value.”

“Okay. Can we teleport to a café?”

Saiki shakes his head.

“Come on! You have powers and you won’t use them like that?”

He shakes his head at you again. “Have you ever seen me use my powers at school before?”

You shake your head. “I guess I see why... You’d probably be popular if you did, in a good way and bad way. Has it been like that since... well, the start?”

Saiki nods.

“Ah... I’m sorry.” Saiki doesn’t say anything else. In an attempt to break the silence, you ask, “Café, then?”

He nods again. “I could buy coffee jelly.”

“No. Allow me to treat you to coffee jelly, as thanks for letting me in on a secret this big.”

“If telling people I’m psychic meant getting free coffee jelly, I’d probably tell the world.”

“It’s not worth it.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

#saiki k #saiki x reader #saiki k x reader #saiki kusuo x reader #saiki kusuo #ok

[yeonzzzn]

☁️sweet venom (literally): jungwon

a you complete me series: four / seven

pairing: jungwon x afab!reader

word count: 1.6k

synopsis: spending a lazy night with wonnie until he craves your blood and you crave eternity…

genre: established relationship, vampire!jungwon

warnings: mentions of blood, and super cute wonnie ♡

a/n: tried a little something different with this one!

p1: vampires bleeding mlist

☾ sunghoon(1) | niki(2) | heeseung(3) | jungwon(4) | jake(5) | jay(6) | sunoo(7) ☽

Jungwon laid his head in your lap scrolling through his phone while you had your nose in a book. 

You enjoyed nights like this, laying on the couch with your soulmate while reading a good book as he naps or watches TV or even reads with you. It was always so perfect. 

The living room was quiet so you nearly jumped ten feet in the air through the roof of your shared apartment ceiling when Jungwon released a loud gasp from his lips. 

“Goddamnit Won,” you slapped your book to his abdomen, “You scared me!” 

Jungwon smiled cutely at you, “I’m sorry my love, but Heeseung and __ are back from their trip.” 

You sighed, “That’s good, why is that such a gasping moment?” You understood how close the boys were, so obviously Wonnie would be excited to have his oldest brother back in town, but you don’t get why it was as big of a deal, “Are you texting them?” 

Jungwon nodded, tilting his phone up to you, “Read the group chat.” 

You glanced over at his phone, reading the messages.

Jungwon giggles and brings his phone back to himself, his thumbs typing away. 

Your phone was sitting on the coffee table and you’d have to make Jungwon move just to grab it. 

“Tell them I said congrats,” you said, tapping your book to his forehead. 

“I already did, my love.” he said, waving the book out of his face, “They are going to have a summer wedding!” 

You closed the book, tossing it to the coffee table, “A summer wedding would be perfect for them.” 

Jungwon agreed, tossing his phone onto the table next to yours. 

He sat up, wrapping his arm around you pulling you to him, “Pretty sure the main cause of their engagement is the council probably told Heeseung he needed to marry __ for her to have any say in important matters.” 

You looked up at him confused, “Why would that have to happen? Didn’t she automatically become queen when they bonded?” 

Jungwon nodded, remembering seeing that line of fate whip around his hyung and __ tying them together after defeating Dorian. 

He thought the feeling of being in a pack with the king himself was a strong feeling, but it was nothing to the feeling after he bonded with his queen. 

“From what I am assuming is that one of the first kings probably made it a rule, probably to keep the queen, or even another king, from using the vampire king in some way.” 

You blinked, even more confused than before, “How would the queen, or king, use the vampire king? Wouldn’t they be bonded?”

Jungwon shrugged, “Maybe the first king wasn’t bonded to his queen?” 

It made more sense after thinking of it in that way, the first king probably wasn’t bonded to his queen. He probably loved her and she used that to her advantage until he caught along. 

Either way, you knew Heeseung and __ would rule the vampire world perfectly together. They are soulmates after all. 

“Anyway!” Jungwon said cutely, squeezing you tightly, “Should we start planning our outfits for their wedding? We can wear matching ones!” 

You nodded, smiling so wide at your mate. Watching him as he throws out every outfit idea possible. 

The more you listened to him talk, the more your thoughts took you in another direction. 

You’ve been bonded to Jungwon for quite some time, yet you’re still just a human. 

Jungwon always said after everything with Dorian was taken care of that it’ll finally be the perfect time to turn you. 

But when would that perfect time be? 

Jungwon has to be careful with you. Whether it’s kissing, cuddling, hugging you, or gently pressing you down onto your shared bed while he carefully hovers above you gently touching you. 

If you were a vampire too, he wouldn’t have to treat you like a glass doll. 

“Y/N?” Jungwon called to you, waving a hand in your face, your attention coming back to reality. “Y/N? Baby? What’s wrong?” 

You softly smiled, “Nothing, I just zoned out.”

Jungwon, cupped your face in his hands, “You’re really cute when you zone out.” 

You giggled, rolling your eyes at him, “Wonnie, my eyes were probably all crossed.” 

He tried to hide his smile by shaking his head, “No, they weren’t.” 

You shoved him, “You’re a liar Wonnie!” 

Jungwon finally let his beautiful smile show, giving the tip of your nose a soft kiss. 

“I love you.” He said, placing his forehead against yours. 

“I love you too, Wonnie.” 

Jungwon placed his lips to yours, his thumbs rubbing gently on your cheeks. 

Jungwon’s heart rate was increasing sitting this close to you…the smell of your blood through your body made him dizzy. He wanted to drink from you. 

After the night of your first date when he got the taste of your blood on his tongue, he craved it even more. 

Drinking from the blood bags wasn’t enough anymore, it got him by, but it wasn’t the same. 

Jungwon has wanted to ask to drink from you again but was way too scared to. Mostly now that the rest of the pack isn’t around to stop him in case…he loses control. 

You trusted him, he knows you do. But the last thing Jungwon wants to happen is to drink too much and he loses you. 

He wouldn’t be able to live if he lost you. 

Normally being this close to you never bothered Jungwon, there’s only been a few times when the smell of your blood got to him. But most of the time he was able to control it. But tonight was hard. 

Jungwon deepened the kiss, his hand sliding down to cup your neck gently. He was already starting to lose control. 

You felt Jungwon’s fangs poke your bottom lip, slightly scaring you. 

You released your lips from his, slightly pulling back, “Won?” 

Jungwon looks up at you, his crimson eyes glowing, fangs peeking out from his top lips, not fully retracted yet. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I’ll go grab a blood bag and take a walk to calm down.” 

He started to stand up, but you pulled him back, “Wonnie,” He softly looked at you, his chest rising and falling, “Just drink from me.” 

Jungwon’s heart rate sped up, shaking his head quickly, “No. Not happening.” 

“Why not?” 

“No one else is here to help keep me in check,” Jungwon admitted, “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“Jungwon,” you cupped his face with your hands, “I trust you.” 

You backed away from him, tilting your head and sliding your shirt down to your shoulder, neck fully exposed. 

Jungwon’s fangs completely retracted, his breathing becoming uneven. 

“Baby…I-“

“Just do it, please.” You interrupted him. 

Without a second thought, Jungwon’s fangs were attached to your neck, breaking the skin. 

You gasped at the sudden puncture. Feeling his lips and tongue on your skin, taking in your blood. 

Jungwon placed his hand on the other side of your neck, the other tearing your shirt apart, giving him even more access to your bare neck. 

You wrapped your arms around him, hands playing in his hair as he continued to feed from you. 

Jungwon was in heaven. Absolute pure bliss. The high ones feel from smoking weed, is the same feeling he gets from drinking your blood. All he wanted to do was chase this high even more. 

“Wonnie,” you softly breathed out, “I’m starting to get dizzy.” 

Jungwon didn’t want to stop but knew he had to. Right when he was fixing to release his fangs, your voice stopped him. 

“Turn…me…” you carefully whispered, head so dizzy you could barely make out the words, “Keep…me forever.” 

Jungwon never thought you’d ask. 

He’s been wanting to wait until it was a perfect time and moment, but what better moment than right now while he already has his fangs deep in your neck?

“It’ll sting, baby,” he said in your neck, taking more of your blood down his throat before pushing his fangs in deeper, the venom releasing from them. 

You gripped onto his shirt, your whole body burning from feeling his venom, oh his sweet venom, travel through your bloodstream. 

Jungwon released his fangs from your neck, your blood dripping from his lips and onto his shirt. 

His hands held you tightly and your body went through the motions. 

You figured his venom soaring through your body would be painful, you’ve seen enough vampire movies to know that the venom isn’t a walk in the park. 

You kept gasping for air, and pulling at Jungwon even tighter. 

“Shhh baby, it’s okay, I am right here. It’s almost over, I promise.” 

You felt your K9’s coming to a sharp point, poking your bottom lip. 

Then everything all at once fell quiet. Your body stopped hurting but damn you had a massive headache. You felt the holes that were once in your neck from Jungwon were now closed up, not a scar in sight. 

You slowly open your eyes, Jungwon being the first thing you see. 

Jungwon smiled at you, seeing your now crimson eyes glowing back at him, “How do you feel baby?” 

You softly scoffed, “My head hurts, and I’m hungry.” 

Jungwon chuckled, cupping your face with his hands, “I’ll get you some blood bags, okay?” 

You nodded, observing your mate as he walked to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of blood bags from the fridge. 

“Wonnie?” You called for him, he glanced over at you from the kitchen, the bags in his hands, “I think you need to change your clothes and clean your face.” You circled your finger over your lips. 

Jungwon chuckled again, looking down at the blood on his shirt, “Yeah I’ll go change.” 

Jungwon set the bags down on the counter beside the sink, running the water and splashing his face, your blood washing down the drain. 

He quickly made his way to you, handing you the bags, “I’m going to change my clothes and I’ll be right back. Drink but do it slowly, okay?” 

You nodded. 

Jungwon placed a kiss on your forehead before running off to your shared room and returning to you within seconds. 

“You’ll have to teach me how to run that fast.” You said, placing the blood bag to your lips, and taking it all in. 

Jungwon pulled your hair behind your ears, “The only thing I’ll need to teach you is control, and even then I have full faith in you.” 

You felt different, brand new. Like you could take on the entire world. 

“Well, we now officially have eternity to figure it out.” you smiled at him.

“Yes baby,” Jungwon whispered, placing his lips to your nose, “All of eternity.”

#wonnie #yang jungwon #jungwon x reader #reader x jungwon #enhypen #enhypen x reader #reader x enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fanfic #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #established relationship #youcompleteme #yeonzzzn writing

[jjunieworld]

01. oh “dear diary” ⸝ ˚⋆

↳ half written, half texts. word count: 1.7k

— SOCIOLOGY CLASS, 5:45PM —

class seemed to be going on forever, you felt as you rested your head in your hand.

the teacher was going and on about who knows what now. you glanced at the clock on the wall. it read 5:45pm. the soft clicks taunting you. 15 more minutes and you can finally see your friends.

nobody shared your last hour and a half class with you. none of them minored in sociology. everytime to stepped into class you regretted it instantly.

you slid your phone out from your bag, positioning it behind your laptop.

“remind me to never take another sociology class again,” you typed to the group chat. a few seconds later and your phone buzzed with a reply from yeonjun.

“you say this every time you have the class,” he replied with a laughing emoji.

glancing up to the clock again, you sigh. 5:50pm. you could make it another ten minutes. you tune in to what your teacher is saying and realize he’s talking about some dog his wife got and how now they have to keep it because their children have already become attached to it. you look around the class to see either people half asleep or close to it. the teacher either doesn’t notice or doesn’t mind as they’re talking a mile a minute on a rant with their hands flying everywhere.

you slide your phone back into your bag and start to clean up your supplies. by the time you put your last notebook in your bag the bell rings. the class is suddenly alive. you close your laptop, sliding it into your bag and stand up, flinging the bag over your shoulder.

your phone vibrates as you walk down the hallway and you pull it out, telling your friends that you’re on your way to the cafe now. hueningkai and jake text that they already have the table saved.

a voice startles you out of your messages, “honestly, remind me next semester to not take another late class. i'd rather take morning classes and get everything over with.” yunjin complains as she walks up next to you, her hair is a little messy and she has lines on her face that shows she just woke up from a nap. you laugh a little and she looks over to you.

“what?” a smile creeps up on her mouth and you point to her face. she opens her camera on her phone and begins to look at herself, then let’s out a small gasp.

“oh my god!” she flattens her hair and rubs at her face a little, but stops when she realizes that it’s not making the marks go away. she mutters a “whatever” under her breath. she turns to you again.

“so…” she trails off and giggles a little, “anybody compliment you on the outfit?”

you laugh and shake your head, “everyone was too busy sleeping to bother to look at me.” the two of you stop at the elevator to go down to the first floor before yunjin’s face lights up.

“fuck!” she yells. “i forgot to get my textbook!” she turns on her heels and books it down the hallways back to her last class. you shake your head at her, laughing a little.

you move to the side of the elevator, out of the way of all the other students. a couple minutes past and yunjin still isn’t back.

she must’ve gotten into it with her teacher, you think.

“are you waiting for the elevator?” you hear a voice speak.

you look up from the game you were playing on your phone to see none other than the most popular boy in your college. choi soobin, resident golden boy, and the guy who you unfortunately have a crush on like almost every other girl in the school.

you can feel your cheeks heating up. the words to reply to him seem stuck in your throat. his eyes bore into yours and it feels like flowers are blooming in your heart after years of darkness.

“y-yes.. no!” you quickly reply, stuttering and accidentally shouting the last word. you clear your throat hastily. “yes,” you start again, “but i’m waiting on my friend.” where is yunjin, you think.

he nods as if considering your words. you glance up at the LED screen that shows what elevator the floor is on. floor five, and you’re on floor three. and the rickety old thing takes forever to get from floor to floor. they really need to fix it.

it’s quiet for a moment between the two of you. you’re too nervous to get back on your phone, not wanting to seem rude and also wanting to seem attentive if he starts speaking again.

“so… you major in sociology?” soobin speaks. you raise your eyebrows in shock and before you can ask how he knows you take sociology he continues. “your textbook,” he points to your bag where half of the textbook is falling out from you moving too quickly, “sorry, didn’t mean to sound like a creep.” he lets out a small laugh and you swear it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard.

you adjust the bag on your shoulders and laugh a little. “minor… and it’s okay, i didn’t think you were being creepy.” you mentally smack yourself. did that sound weird to say? did you just ruin your chances to talk to the person you’ve been crushing on since you got to this school?

if soobin thought your reply was weird he didn’t say anything about it. he takes a step towards you and your breath catches in your throat. you hands start to feel sweaty as you tightly grip the straps of your bag.

“i’m actually trying to take a sociology class next semester!” soobin exclaims with a sheepish smile on his face. he runs a hand through his hair and looks down. “how’s the class? i heard mr. lee is kinda intense.”

“it’s not that bad actually…” you trail off. and it isn’t. when mr. lee isn’t going on a tangent, the information you learn is actually really useful. “i wouldn’t take the late class though, he tends to start rambling a lot towards the end of the day.”

soobin nods and thinks your answer over. a smile spreads on his mouth. “i don’t know if this is a weird ask, but do you mind if i get your number?”

your heart completely stops and you struggle to think if you heard his words right. he wants your number? you of all people? this has to be a fever dream.

“…for questions on the sociology subjects?” soobin continues. you try and subtly take a deep breath to get the blood in your body flowing again.

“of course!” you smile softly. he pulls his phone out and scrolls on it for a second before handing it over to you. it’s already on the ‘new contact’ page, empty and ready for you to put your information into it. you take it carefully, trying not to let it show how your hands are shaking. typing in your name and number, quickly checking it over and making sure to only put your name and nothing else, you give a slight nod to yourself and hand the phone back to him.

soobin beams and thanks you. the elevator beeps and then creakily opens. you look around again for yunjin and see no sign of her. you start to curse her in your head before remembering that if she was here you would have to get on the same elevator ride as soobin.

thank you yunjin. i love you and you’re the best and i’ll never doubt your ability to get in trouble again, you think to yourself.

soobin walks in the elevator and turns a little, “coming?” embarrassment shoots through you and you shake your head a little.

“my friend…” you start to say before soobin cuts you off with an “oh yeah! sorry about that! it was nice talking to you, i hope to see you soon.” and as the last word comes out his mouth, the elevator doors shut.

finally you feel like you can breathe again. there’s no way that just happened. absolutely no way. shakily you open the messaging app on your phone and type out a message to your friends, demanding that they all come to the chat this instant.

your phone buzzes as yunjin comes barreling around the corner. “sorry! so sorry!”

as she runs down the hallway she continues, panting and out of breath, “stupid bitch was telling me off for forever for sleeping in class and forgetting my book. as if everyone in that forsaken class wasn’t asleep. that’s a problem with her as a teacher and not me as the student.” her phone is in her hand, open to the group chat.

she doubles over and breathes heavily for a couple seconds before lifting her phone up and shaking it a little. she stands up straight and manages to breath out a “what?!”

“i know!” you say, excited and nervous all at once. you tell yunjin exactly what happened, not leaving out a detail, and telling her your inner thoughts. you can’t help but think about how out of a movie this all feels. the popular and unpopular girl and boy. it almost too on the nose, and you wouldn't have believed it if it hadn’t just happened to you.

the hallways are long deserted and you and yunjin boast each other on the what ifs that could’ve happened as you wait for the elevator to make its way back up to your floor.

“what if when i grabbed his hand to put my number in, he pulled me to him and kissed me!” you squeal. yunjin makes an ‘O’ face and points to you, “that would’ve been so good! and then it’s all like ‘time stopped even though it was only a couple seconds.’” she puts her hands over her heart. “‘and the elevator dings as we go into our happily ever ever!’”

you both giggle as the elevator does ding and you step on to it.

masterlist.

summary: choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. y/n… not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can’t get y/n to date him in a month. unfortunately for y/n, they’re a hopeless romantic.

A/N: first written chapter! and so the bet begins… how did you feel about the chapter! enjoy!

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— kipo <3

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