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new task: valentine’s day.

PAIRING! seungmin x reader ; enemies/rivals2lovers!

SUMMARY: boring classes, boring classmates, boring assignments…to seungmin, everyone is boring even if he’s used to pretend otherwise, but you seem to get on his nerves. you, your stupid poem, and his stupid letter.

WC: 10.6k (OH MY FUCKING GOD)

CW: it’s like fluffy comfort because I say so, kim seungmin supremacy (YES), use of spanglish (just on the text messages bc yes, it’s not relevant to the plot, dw), use of text format for plot convenience (and a whole bunch of emojis and colors), the reader is stupidly short (which i know all about), use of cliché valentine and enemies2lovers tropes (BECAUSE THEY ARE FUN AND THEY WORK), academic rivals (we love to see it), bad student reader x good student seungmin (like bad/mean girl x good boy ish), mentions of the unability to deal with complicated feelings, mentions of masking feelings, slight hint of bullying?, mentions of being followed, use of (pet)names because I don’t like using ‘y/n’: little one, shortie, shortcake, smallable, pretty, (yes i’m just petty like that, sue me), hyunjin as a walking therapist, and the ending is almost a reference to a show i'm obsessed with (not gonna say it so i don't spoil it for you guys hehehe)

SPECIAL THANKS! To my lovely pookies @lyramundana and @tonks-21 for ideas and support, plus also, most of the classmate’s names are thanks to gorgeous gourgeous @stayconnecteed and her spanishverse series bc i’m so invested! Go check all of their blogs out! 100% recommend. son mis chicas españolitas, hehe<3

A/N: alone on valentine’s day? same for me, pookie! but dontchu worry, mister kim seungmin is here to help us out<3 (and if not, we can always help each other😚🫶)

[☆★🌷★☆]

{PROLOGUE: THE GROUPCHAT}

At first, you didn’t really know him.

To think for a second that there was a time where you didn’t know who he was made you sigh. Oh, how you wish you had never, ever encountered him.

…Kim Seungmin.

Some may say that ‘rivals’ or ‘enemies’ is a term that could seem too intense regarding a simple statement: that you two didn’t get along.

But no. Because those kind of words were exactly how you’d define your relationship.

And it had all started the first day of your last year before graduating. When you made the class groupchat.

> you created ‘Year 13-A 😼😼’

> you added ‘lucas🤺’ ‘atenea🛐’ ‘noa🫶’ and 16 more.

> you: guys help, am I missing people?

> you: @ atenea🛐 told me to create this group for homework n stuff but idk if I have everyone’s numbers 😵‍💫😵‍💫

< noa🫶: tía you’re missing two people no?

< lara💋: hala, new people?? 👀

< noa🫶: pero- they’re literally from the other group, girl

< abril🌻: you even know them lara

< abril🌻: se te va la pinza JAJSJA

< miguel📚: sí, there should be 22 people (creo)

> you: oh right, Lix told me!

> you: yeah i’ll add them now, brb 🏃‍♀️

Well.

Rookie mistake.

> you added ‘kim seungmin™️’, ‘hyunjin🎨’

> you: omg i even added everyone

< lucas🤺: omg omg

< kim seungmin™️: omg omg so crazyy

You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly as you texted. But that was just because you hadn’t talked to him before.

Now was a different story, of course. You wouldn’t smile, not for Kim Seungmin.

> you: @ kim seungmin™️ what was crazy is how difficult it was finding someone who had your phone number, lol

< han(gry)🐿️🎙️: fr fr omg

< lucas🤺: que es omg

< lucas🤺: ‘oh me gustas’ ? omg?

< lara💋: you’re such an idiot, asshole

< lucas🤺: ohhh you love me so bad 😌😌😌

< isabel🌸: she knows better lol

< lucas🤺: dude, you’re my sister

< lucas🤺: shouldn’t you be backing me?

< isabel🌸: there’s a fee for that, dude.

You giggled at the stupid teasing, used to your mates’ shenanigans that never ceased to make you laugh.

But then, he replied.

< kim seungmin™️: @ you the only difficult thing here is you reaching graduation

…

Your smile faded.

You read that once more. Then again. And another time.

You chuckled dryly.

What was this guy on about?

> you: ah? wdym?

You remember thinking that maybe he was joking. That maybe he was someone who talked to people with a lot of harsh remarks without really meaning them. That maybe he was trying to be funny, or something.

Other texts showed up, but Kim Seungmin —named like so in the contact Felix had shared to you— wasn’t replying.

< minho🐈: guys wtf it’s 00:12

< lucas🤺: oh he uses the other clock

< lucas🤺: so its am-pm for us but not for you

< lucas🤺: think you’re special? wanna fight?

< noa🫶: lucas just shut up and go to bed

< han(gry)🐿️🎙️: damn right 🛌🛌🛌

< miguel📚: guys, stop texting 😓

> you: yeah guys lol

< minho🐈: no u started this

< minho🐈: u shush

You snickered softly, used to Minho’s humour, quickly playing along.

> you: ?! unfair ☝️🤓

< kim seungmin™️: no, minho’s right for once

< kim seungmin™️: you should shush

< kim seungmin™️: you’re less annoying when you’re quiet

You frowned at your phone, your face contorted in angry confussion.

Who did this guys think he was?

With a huff, you typed a rapid “gtg guys!”, ignoring Seungmin’s texts, and quickly settled your phone back on your pocket, getting off the bus and finally arriving home.

You groaned, the text that that Seungmin idiot had sent still rolling in your head even after you laid in bed. You passed your hands through your hair.

“Difficult to reach graduation?” You mumbled, eyes fixated ln the chatroom the sentence feeling like acid in your mouth.

Kim Seungmin wasn’t ready for how difficult his last year was going to be, solely for his stupid text message.

[☆★🌷★☆]

{ACT 1: NOT A LOVEFOOL… YET}

To be in the same class group than him was slightly tolerable.

Is what you’d like to say if you were in a good mood. But it wasn’t the case.

You were mad. As fuck.

“I just need you to give it a chance,” Miss Fernández stated once more, and you had to hold back to not roll your eyes at her.

“But Miss. I know that this subject is difficult and that he could, uh, help me out with the project,” you muttered reluctantly, because on normal circumstances, you wouldn’t go as far as to let Kim Seungmin help you with chemistry. Not ever.

You weren’t in need of help that desperatly.

And that was a fact, not a matter of ifs, buts, or maybes. That was an absolute. Something that lovely-yet-not-so-much teacher Lucía Fernández, spanish accent and all, was not getting.

“Listen. We both know that your grade is the best I can offer considering your behaviour in my class, despite of your average knowledge of the subject. And in this case, I am offering to set that aside if you work on these following assignments with your classmate Seungmin.”

Her harsh tone was also an absolute, and that made you clench your jaw. You blamed Lucas for her attitude towards you —after all, that one accident with a Bunsen Burner had been mostly his fault—, but you breathed in, trying to offer your most pity-inducing grin.

Judging by her glare, it wasn’t working.

“Miss, I—”

“I’m sorry.” She didn’t look like she was. “It’s my last word. And I think that after coming three days to my office on each of your free periods, this is getting a bit tiring.” She sighed, adjusting her glasses by a soft push of her finger.

Nope. She definetely wasn’t sorry.

Witholding a groan you left her office, and huffed as the door closed behind you, swiftly heading to meet your group of friends when they got out of their Biology lesson in other building within the school grounds.

It was a chilly evening, maybe not too much from what one could expect for the first week of February, still one that made you hide your face in your scarf and you hands in your jacket pockets.

You settled your headphones where they belonged, humming to the music to hold back the need to rant and rave against your chemistry teacher, when your phone dinged.

< henry li🫧: everything ok? saw you in lucifer’s office rn

< henry li🫧: did you do smth again? you cheekyyy 🙊

You gingerly laughed, and started typing out your answer, when, out of nowhere, you bumped against someone, making all of the books that they were carrying fall down of their grasp.

You pursed your lips, then pressed them in a thin line. Staring at their— his back, you saw that his backpack was almost empty. Why the fuck would he carry all of his books on his hands then?

The guy had quickly bent down to get his books back, and you followed too, taking your headphones off and quickly trying to prevent the papers from getting wet because of the floor, that was damp from the rain before, when your hands softly brushed against each other, still, you forced yourself to ignore it.

“I’m so…” the word dissapeared in your mouth.

“It’s ok, don’t… oh.” He blinked, his face showing nothing. For fuck’s sake.

Why did it always have to be him?

He swiftly took all of the things from you, as if your touch could be worse than the wet floor. You frowned, feeling a cold shiver trail up your spine, and you crossed your arms in front of you, struggling to seek some warmth.

“Watch it, little one.” He mocked with a light smirk. “I might accidentally step on you one day.”

You looked at him through your eyelashes. What. An. Idiot. You passed a hand through your hair, chuckling dryly.

“I-,” you sighed, shaking your head sideways. “Nah, you know what? I don’t have time for this crap.” You smiled at him widely, full of sarcasm.

But just when you were about to leave, you felt a tug at your sleeve, the fabric of your shirt not thick enough to hide the warmth of Seungmin’s grasp on your forearm. You frowned, confused at the lack of any uncomfortable feelings because of it. There was none, but rather a need to cover yourself with it and wear it like a jacket.

“Did you fix it?”

You blinked, trying to get your brain to focus on his words.

“Huh?”

He rolled his eyes, but his hand didn’t move an inch. “You said you were going to talk to Miss Fernández so we wouldn’t be partners, which is, well, so mature, congratulations,” he tsked, but then continued. “But did it work?”

You licked your lips and swallowed, your throat feeling dry. What was going on? You needed to focus.

In a harsh motion, you moved your arm away from his grasp. You forced yourself to ignore how your skin missed it.

“I… no. She settled. You- I mean… we…” the word felt awkward when it rolled off your tongue.

We? There was no such thing in between Seungmin and you. No we, no us, no nothing. And it was like that for a reason. One that you had almost forgotten with how softly his slender and warm hand had been holding your forearm. Ugh.

As you struggled to say those infamous words, your phone dinged again, and you mumbled a short “oh, wait,” and unlocked it.

< henry li🫧: leaving me on read, shortcake?

Seungmin stared at your phone, shoving his hands on his pockets when he saw you smile at the bright screen. He bit his lower lip. He hadn't taken all of his stuff out of his backpack just for this.

“So,” he licked his lips, and it almost shocked you the sudden roughness on his tone and demeanour. “Chemistry is easy. We can meet up on Friday in the public library. An hour or two should be enough, even for someone with a fun-sized brain like yours.” He chuckled meanly, the motherfucker.

Ever since that stupid text from him, you had made it your mission to surpass him, or at least reach his level, and to be honest, you were even succeding in some cases, like philosophy, art history, spanish, technical drawing and business studies. But Chemistry?

Chemistry would always kick you in the ass.

Before you were able to come up with a comeback for his stupid snicker, the bell rang, and you felt an arm laying its weight on your shoulders.

“Smallable!” Lucas laughed, then realized that you were talking to a certain someone and ful Ty ly gasped. “Oh my god. Are you two finally dating and I interrupted— AH!” He was interrupted by your elbow hitting his side. Noa and Atenea chuckled behind him.

“No. Seungmin was just leaving.” You huffed with a frown, but then you smiled, almost excessively, like a small maniac. “Right?”

But before he was able to reply or mock you, Atenea spoke, ruining your chances of kicking him away.

“But we all have English now,” she said, and if it had been someone else, like Lucas, you would’ve stepped on his shoe or something. “We’re going to the same place, we can go together.”

Seungmin felt you stare intensively at him. He smiled at Atenea, finding that he enjoyed having you look at him, reason why he loved annoying the shit out of you.

“Sure!” He smiled politely, almost sheepishly, and you bit your lip to hold back the need to scoff at his 'obviously fake' kindness.

Because except for you, the rest of your class —heck, probably the rest of the school— were smitten with Kim Seungmin.

Top of the class, funny, kind, and cutely introverted Kim Seungmin was just a dorky student who tried to get along with everyone.

But that was wrong. And you may not have any proof aside from his mean attitude towards you and only you, but you knew it.

Seungmin had to be more than just a pretty boy with high grades, and it was only with you that he proved you right.

You stayed next to Lucas, hoping that Seungmin would at least stay with your friends and ignore you.

But to your horror, he smiled at you, a pink dust on his cheeks. “If you don’t mind?”

Oh, son of a bitch.

“No… it’s whatever.” You huffed.

Because against his dorky self, to the rest of your class —heck, to the rest of the school— you were the quote on quote “bad student.”

Troublesome, mean, class clown? Check. You laughed at teachers in class with Lucas far more than what could be ignored, the dresscode had always been more of a guide in what to wear, unlike what most students usually followed, and you may have been expelled a bunch of times.

Even if you were somewhat kind to the people in school, and even if they all knew your rivalry with Seungmin, God forbid you were mean to him.

You wouldn’t see the end of it.

And he knew it.

Bitch.

So there you were, walking to English class with your friends plus innocent Seungmin —who no one had called, not even the ghostbusters—, who was snickering and giggling with Atenea about who-gives-a-shit. Something class-related. You couldn’t be bothered to listen.

Lucas chuckled next to you.

“Careful, Spongebob.” He laughed. “Some could say you seem jealous.”

…WHAT?!

“Of… of Kim Seungmin?” You snorted. “Are you on drugs?”

He ruffled your hair. “Sure, sure, keep lying to yourself, shortie.”

Finally, you arrived to class, but before you stepped inside, Seungmin stopped you, whispering in your ear.

“Yeah, shortie.” He teased, his lips almost grazing the shell of your ear. “Don’t be too jealous. We wouldn’t want everyone to know you love me.”

His whisper would’ve been almost enticing if it weren’t for the fact that it was Kim Seungmin the man in question, and he snickered, pushing his glasses back.

But then someone cleared his throat behind you two.

“Care to sit down? I don’t have all day.” Mister Holmes grunted, carrying a monster drink and a coffe at the same time.

That mas was slightly terryifing.

You squinted at Seungmin and then walked to your place at the back of the class, hoping that your cheeks felt warm because of how the teacher had startled you and definetely not your classmate’s honey-like voice.

“Pssst. Heeey,” Noa smiled teasingly, whispering with a smirk. “Pssst. You’re blushing…!”

“Shut up!” You frowned at her, but you were unable to hold back a smile. But it was because of your friend Noa. Not Kim Seungmin.

Mr Holmes cleared his throat, and finished off his monster, throwing it to the bin.

“So. I’ve been hearing from some students in the hallways that you’re all excited for saint valentines’ day.” He stated in a strong voice, one that filled the class with little to no effort. “And sadly so, I was thinking of putting an exam that Wednesday…” he faked a sigh, and you had to hold back a laugh, contrary to the frowns and groans that appeared in your classmates faces. Pfft, what a character. “Unless… you guys want to do something in true valentines fashion.”

Mr Holmes crossed his arms, laying back on his chair, his stare cold and face lacking any kind of emotions.

“Say… any ideas, Mr… Kim?”

Seungmin sat up straight at his name being mentioned, and you rolled your eyes, holding back a mocking smirk.

“I ugh… I wouldn’t want to bother my classmates with a lot of work, sir… but maybe… maybe a writing assingment related to the topic would be… enough?” Seungmin stated, his tone soft and shy, and there was even a blush that trailed up from his neck, but he stayed staight and firm as he spoke.

“A valentine-themed task.” Mr Holmes enunciated as he pondered. “It’s a… decent idea. Any complaints?”

You felt some of your classmates’ eyes on you, and you sighed, crossing your arms in front of you, remaining silent. As long as it wasn’t an exam, you’d accept whatever.

“With that settled, I’ll upload the task online this afternoon, but it’ll have to be written by hand. Be sure to hand in a picture of your assignment on time, or your final grade will be affected.” The teacher turned on his laptop, and started taking assistance.

[☆★🌷★☆]

Time had passed dreadfully slowly, until the bell rang and Mr Holmes dissmissed all of you so everyone could leave for the day.

“A valentine-themed task.” You huffed in annoyance as you stuffed your locker with books you weren’t going to take home.

“I thought it was original.” A voice snickered lowly behind you, and you slapped your locker close, smiling at him.

“Well, Henry. It’s no surprise your taste sucks.”

You chuckled when he rolled his eyes.

“I was waiting for your reply,” he mentioned with a soft tone.

You closed your locker, and you two started walking together. “Oh, sorry, I totally forgot,” you apologized with a smile, but he brushed it off. “Yeah, I was with Lucifer earlier. She’s making me work with Seungmin for this term’s assignments.”

Henry frowned. “And we hate that guy… right…” you chuckled.

“Exactly. We don’t like him.”

“So then, don’t do it. You were going to meet him to study, right?” You nodded, smirking slightly at him.

“We agreeded to meet on Friday to start, in the library.” You added, watching his smirk widen. “What are you thinking?”

He stopped walking, smiling at you. “There’s this club that opened recently. Been wanting to go have a look. Apparently, it’s like exclusive and shit. And it’s Friday.” His light-coloured eyes shined as he looked at you. “Meet me there?”

You grinned cheekily.

“Sure. Can’t wait.”

[☆★🌷★☆]

You hadn’t noticed Seungmin on the school bus until this year.

Because he had made himself noticeable, sitting at the back of the bus, a couple seats away from you, but oh, dorky Seungmin was always friend of everyone, sheepishly starting conversation with any kinds of people in the bus, no matter the year they were in.

Before his text, you had even thought he was cute as he gingerly chatted with a group of kids who were probably starting high school.

“Is it too difficult?” A little girl asked.

And it surprised you how he turned to her and smiled, almost tugging at your heart strings, eyes like crescent moons.

“It’s only difficult if you stop trying. And we don’t give up, right?” He stated cheerfuly, and all the kids shined at his sheepish and bashful brightness, high-fiving the girl that talked to him.

You forced yourself to shove those memories to the back of your mind. That Seungmin wasn’t real. And you didn’t like him. The real him. Right?

“Oi, Kim Seungmin.” You called, as it was only you two left on the bus.

He was surprised at your call, but only side-eyed at you, lazily raising his brows, signalling that he was listening. You frowned.

See? You thought to yourself. He’s mean. He isn’t sweet, nor cute. Focus.

“What kind of lame ass idea was that?” You huffed with a mean smile. “A valentine-themed assignment.” You snorted.

His bus stop was close, so he ignored you as he picked up his coat and backpack, but you kept on talking. “You know? Hallmark office called, they want their boring clichés back,” you mocked, laughing.

Backpack on and coat hanging on his arm, he stared at you, and waited for a red light to walk to your seat.

He settled next to you, still staring at you as you chimed mean remarks about his originality and such and such.

“Anything else to mumble? I couldn’t hear you from down there.” He snorted meanly, and you were too focused on annoying him that you didn’t notice his stare at your lips as he licked his own.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a lame guy. He gave you the chance to choose, and you chose that piece of—?!”

His lips tasted as sweet as his voice that day with those little kids.

You felt his hand slowly creep up and cradle your face, his eyes closed as he kissed you, and slowly, your eyes closed too.

It was sweet. So sweet. But what was it? It was a flavour that you knew. Its sweetness was so familiar, but you couldn’t seem to figure out what was it.

You kissed him back, and he let out a surprised whine as you sighed, your hands, which had been frozen on his shoulders, waiting for your order to push him away, slowly followed up and remained on his face, your thumbs almost stroking his cheeks.

You wanted needed to know what he tasted like.

But it was when your hands went into his hair that he sighed too, melting under your touch, that your brain clicked.

…

what were you doing?

…

WHAT WERE YOU DOING?!

You pushed him away, and your breath hitched.

He didn’t look like fake Seungmin.

In front of you was not the innocent boy who had straight A’s and was shy enough to not be able to say no to a lot of things, who sheepishly spoke up in class, or who treated everyone with a bashful kindness that was so endearing.

This Seungmin was different. His glasses had a bit of a fog in them, his hair was all messed up, and his lips were plush, pink from your tinted gloss and slightly swollen from your kiss.

This Seungmin was a wreck, all flustered and kissable, and he looked like a mess.

But it felt real.

And for a second, you wanted to kiss him again, yearning to figure what that kiss tasted like, the word for it almost in the tip of your tongue.

He panted, struggling to catch his breath.

“Finally,” he huffed with a smile, but his dark eyes didn’t match the mocking in his tone. A small part of your mind thought that they looked prettier than any light eyes you had ever seen. “So you were able to shut up, after all.” He gulped, still panting.

He moved away from you slowly, as you remained there, frozen, like a piece of art in front of him, cheeks blushed, lips flushed and parted as your eyes stared at him, an emotion much different from this evening.

He found himself enjoying this one even more.

“Eh… T-this is my bus stop.” He muttered when the bus stopped. Maybe it wasn’t, but he didn’t care. He felt like he would have the energy to run home if needed. “I-I’ll… see you tomorrow.”

You blinked as he stood up and walked away.

What…

What had just happened?

[☆★🌷★☆]

{ACT 2: UNDER THE STREETLIGHT}

After avoiding Seungmin like the plague all Thursday, only looking at his back when you zoned off in class, Friday arrived earlier than expected.

You hadn’t been able to concentrate at all, the thought of his sweet taste lingering in your mouth, almost letting you feel the ghost of his lips pressed against yours.

“Hello? Earth to… oh, you’re awake, Jesus.” Abril looked at you with a smile, but she was unable to hide her worried look.

“Of course I am,” you mumbled, shaking your head sideways. “What’s going on?”

“You haven’t even touched your delicious and totally-not-overcooked pasta.” Lara mentioned the cafeteria lunch as she poked it whith her fork, full of humour. “It leads to believe that you’re dealing with something far more interesting that the technical drawing homework, that’s for sure.”

You bit your lip, hesitating.

“Is it because Henry Li has been ignoring you?” Noa mentioned softly.

You blinked, puzzled. “Huh?”

He’d been ignoring you? Now that she had mentioned, maybe that could’ve happened. Maybe you would’ve realized if you hadn’t been so focused on Seungmin and whatever-happened-that-cannot-and-should-not-be-remembered-every-five-minutes…

…or maybe you should look for an easier name for it.

“Uh, no, he invited me to this new place today, actually,” you brushed your hair with your hand mindlessly. “But I’m fine. Really. Just tired.” You smiled at the girls, and joined in at their conversation.

After lunch, you separated from Lara and Noa, who had literature, and Abril, who had been hanging out with a guy called Jeongin from her photography club recently, and so you headed to the study room.

It was a quiet place, quieter that what you had initially expected for a high school study room. Matter of fact, you thought it was a pity that the school closed it after class, considering that in that case you wouldn’t have to walk to the public library.

You opened the door silently, finding that there were barely any students, only three or four people studying silently. You were heading towards a lonely corner so you could listen to music in a high volume without having to pay attention if it could be heard through your headphones. Or maybe, considering that it hadn’t been a lie and that you had slept like four hours maximum, you could probably rest there until the bell rang.

You snickered when you looked to your right, finding someone struggling with the technical drawing homework that had been assigned that morning, the one that Lara and Noa had been talking about.

You gently tapped the guy’s shoulder, but spoke before he even turned.

“You’re missing this incline here,” you whispered on his ear, your arms coming above his shoulders, placing your hands above his, placing the square and bevel on the right angle. “It should be seen, but with dotted lines, get it? That way the side-view makes sense.” You added with a soft giggle.

“Oh, right. T-thank you…” he mumbled, not facing you.

You brushed it off as weird, but your sleepy self wasn’t bothered enough to notice or pry, and instead smiled, ruffled his hair and settled in your cozy little corner, placing your scarf in between your arms and rested your head on it, merely “resting your eyes”, but only if a teacher happened to come and check on the students.

Seungmin stared at your sleeping figure, eyes almost wide. He felt like his heart was going to explode underneath the layers of flesh. His hands tingled, his usually warm and sweaty palms missing the comfortable coldness of yours, so soothing and relaxing.

Either you had completely gone crazy, or he had fallen asleep trying to complete the stupid assignment. He knew you were good at technical drawing, it was one of the subjects were he wasn’t. It wasn’t a surprise when several students started asking you for help on their papers and assignments, considering that you were one of the few who was able to receive praise from the teacher, a middle-aged man with no kind of vocation with kids or teaching, by any means.

But it had never happened when he was the one in need of help, had you ever considered the idea of helping him.

He watched you, puzzled, as he had never done before, and maybe it would be the first time of many because Seungmin found himself liking what he was seeing, dare I say mesmerized by the image before him.

By you.

Your sleepy figure was as calm as he had ever seen from you, sleeping with little to no care in the world. Your hair remained stuck in a ponytail, which allowed Seungmin to notice that it left the skin of your neck visible, and despite the voice on his head saying that it was a behaviour quite like a man from the Modern Ages, just being so fixated at that small bit of skin, he couldn’t help but feel bashfully amazed.

Suddenly, he noticed you licked your lips, your eyes still closed and your small smile never faltering, but that made something start to flutter in his stomach, as if a whole lot of butterflies had been awaken at the sight of you, tranquil, and sweet, and cute, and he forced himself to stop looking at you abruptly, wondering why he had done that in the first place.

Licking your lips only made Seungmin aware of how dry his were, and action plus the thought of your lips immediately brought back what had happened on Wednesday.

Crazy. He’d gone completely crazy.

He felt his hand slowly approach his lips and he grazed them with his fingers, almost able to taste your chapstick back on his lips. Because he had been able. All Wednesday night. And a small part of him wanted more of it.

He blushed, scratching his eyes. He hadn’t slept shit, his mind betraying him every time he attempted to close his eyes instantly going back to the memory of how you stared at him after your kiss, dark pupils, and red lips, and so ridiculously gorgeous that it made Seungmin wonder why whenever he saw you he resorted to his first line in code: being mean.

He never used that side with anyone. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried, because small, teasing and slightly unhinged Kim Seungmin had tried to be himself in middle school, and… well.

Let’s just say that it didn’t work like expected.

But everyone loved dorky, funny and sweet Seungmin. Even with the difference with grades, that had definetely not been appreciated in his early years, nowadays people would see that as a part of him, and he recieved praise for it, not only from teachers, but also nice classmates, who sometimes went to seek help from him.

He just needed to pretend for a bit. Smile here and there, and put on a sheepish act of bashfulness that despite it not being natural, it wasn’t totally bad. It wasn’t like middle school.

But then you came in the picture.

Something about you made Seungmin want to tease you. To see you finally look at him after battling in your head if you even should, and then, sometimes when you were mad enough, you’d glare at him, and he couldn’t help but grin. Your cheeks flushed in anger that creeped up your body, how you looked at him through your lashes or how you’d tease him back. The first time you had done that, his brain’s chemistry had changed, he was sure of that.

He didn’t care about the mean remarks, and that now seemed almost obvious, considering what had happened almost two days ago in the school bus.

But it got impossible to miss when Seungmin noticed your sleepy self shivering in your slumber. With a mental groan, careful of not making any kind of loud noise in the study room, he slowly got closer to your corner, and tried to close the windows near it. And failed, because the stupid windows were old and rusty, only able to move them a bit.

He bit his lip, arguing in his head. Would that be enough? No, it probably wasn’t, right? Yeah, it couldn’t be. Considering that you always wore thin clothing, always borrowing your mates’ jackets…

…it couldn’t possibly hurt to do a bit more, right?

Seungmin approached you further, and shook a hand close to your face, but you were dead, as still as a fallen tree, despite the sunlight that enetered throught the windows glowing on your face, the Sun in winter, that brought little to no warmth, made you shine in his eyes.

He’d see you in the public library a couple of hours later. It didn’t mean anything. He could probably tease you for sleeping in school later. Yeah. And then he’d ask for his jacket back.

Seungmin was lost in his thoughts as he carefully settled his jacket over your shoulders, and he froze when you sighed deeply, surrounded by a familiar warmth and a cozy scent that you didn’t know you had missed or needed until then, but you didn’t wake up.

He blinked when he noticed your phone in your hand, the screen suddenly turning on. He giggled at your wallpaper, which had a silly joke on it and a funny doodle of a banana.

But then his eyes trailed down to the notification that had made the phone turn on.

[3 new messages from: henry li🫧]

> sorry i didn’t get to see u yesterday, had to sort smth out!

> guys.its.totally.a.real.address.wdym.lol

> it’s the address for later, shortcake 😉❤️

…huh?

Seungmin blinked once. Twice. Nah, his glasses had to be deceiving him. Then, another notification popped up.

> can’t wait to see you ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

He winced silently.

Ugh. What a cringy choice of emojis.

Did you really like this guy?

He frowned, going back to his place in the study room.

Ugh.

He didn’t care, obviously. Why would he care? That wasn’t his business. Never was, never would be. Not like he was interested. Pffft, no. Not at all. Yeah, nah. That kiss had been a one time thing. Totally. 100%. He wasn’t thinking about it again. Nope. Nor did he want to kiss you again. Not in a chance.

Just… ugh.

It was just that… no. Scratch that. No further comments.

He sighed as he went back to his work, feeling a sudden inspiration hit him as he took out a blank paper for the English class valentine’s assignment, but not before he looked at you again, then shook his head, turning the music back on in his headphones. He started writing, drafting, and throwing papers away, getting slightly desperate at his perfectionism.

He sighed. His eyes trailed off towards you.

Slowly, words started to flow in his head. Pretty sentences, things that he had kept hidden in the back of his mind. Maybe it could be good to let it all out. It couldn’t hurt. Yeah.

So he stared writing. Vomiting word after word. And he finished earlier than expected, with two papers.

One was perfect for the english assignment. It was boring and dull enough to be handed in for a school work, but good enough for his perfectionism.

And the other… was something different.

Something that had only happened because you were there, in front of him.

He stood up, letter on his hand. He leaned against the table you were sleeping in, and settled the jacket further on your shoulders. He sighed, grabbing a pen from his pencil case, folding the letter and signed it.

Maybe it was a bad idea, he thought as he picked up his stuff from the table and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He looked at your figure once more before heading out.

It had been to check if you were still asleep, of course.

Just to check.

Yeah.

[☆★🌷★☆]

Your phone vibrated in your hand again.

And again.

With a groan, you silently accepted that there was no way you could fool an inanimate object into believing that you were still asleep.

But when you yawned and looked around and didn’t find the posters in your room, but rather a whole bunch of tables and chairs, your eyes widened.

It hadn’t been your alarm but a phone call that had awoken you.

“Y-yeah?” You mumbled, picking up the call and quickly taking your backpack and scarf and rushing out of the study room, taking a quick scan and making sure you weren’t leaving anything behind.

“I’m heading to the club now, shortcake.” A low voice greeted. “Are you getting ready?”

Who…?

“H-henry?” You frowned slightly.

You heard him snicker through the other side. “Yeah?”

Fuck, shit, fuck.

“N-nothing! Nothing, I, uh, I was just doing my make up. Y-you know.”

What? You frowned, even more this time. No, that didn’t make any sense. You always blabbered about how you never did your make up for clubbing because the one you owned was cheap and never stayed on anyways.

“Sure, yeah.”

It didn’t seem like he had noticed.

“You can head there before me. I’ll go there eventually, yeah?”

You heard him snicker on the other side of the phone call. “Ok, baby.” He cleared his throat, stuttering a bit. “Y-yeah, I mean, I’ll uh… get there in a bit. Don’t rush.”

Only then you felt that the wind from outside wasn’t freezing your bones like usual. You squinted at the jacket you were wearing.

“Henry, did you…?” But he hung up.

It probably was him. Yeah. That’s why he had called you. To make sure you’d wake up.

Besides, there were little to no people who’d do such a kind gesture towards you, and even if the jacket was pretty much your style and it smelled like heaven, it didn’t feel like something any of the girls would keep around.

So, why didn’t it made you feel giddy that Henry had given you his jacket?

You kept on running through the hallways and catched the bus that was usually there for students who had extracurricular classes, unlucky people who had to stay in school late in Fridays. You never had, using Fridays to be a bit lazy or to start homework sooner just to hand it in earlier than Seungmin.

Oh.

Friday.

Seungmin.

The library.

You bit your nails, staring through the window.

Would he wait there for long?

What was he going to do once he figured you weren’t going to show up?

Were you… feeling guilty?

No… that… that couldn’t be, you chuckled dryly. Mean decisions against Kim Seungmin didn’t spend too much time on the judgmental side of your brain. You just… teased him back. And he’d take it. And double it. And so on.

So why did this feel too mean?

Could it be because of whatever-happened-that-cannot-and-should-not-be-remembered-every-five-minutes?

Could the fact that it had been the best thing that had happened in a long while?

Well, fine.

Not just ‘thing’.

A kiss.

And for fuck’s sake, what kiss.

You groaned and grunted, sprinting home as soon as the bus stopped.

Why did it always have to be him?

You entered your room and burst open your closet. The jacket was cool, you thought. And if you were going to see Henry, you could just wear it and hand it back to him in the club.

It was vintage, but its warmth engulfed you as if it had been handmade. Its funky designs and patterns looked cute, and its grey color contrasted well with it. You chose the first dress you saw, a tight black dress with no sleeves that you would’ve discarded as too short if you had more time, but it wasn’t exactly something you could’ve bragged about.

Jacket, dress, high socks, boots, wallet, phone, keys, headphones… yeah. You nodded, checking all of the boxes in your mental list, and started hurriedly walking to the address he had sent.

You hoped you weren’t going to be too late.

[☆★🌷★☆]

“Pick up, pick up, pick up…”

“The number you are trying to call is turned off or out of coverage. Please, leave your message after the—”

You hang up, tired of hearing that mechanic voice over and over again.

You looked around you, and there was nothing that looked like a club. You had tried to enter the building that the address lead to, but it hadn’t got well.

A strange figure opened a small window and gave you a look, almost disgusted. It took you a second to understand that they were wearing a mask, with dark lace and other colours. But just when you were about to speak, the window slammed close.

You blinked, puzzled. Where the fuck was Henry sending you? What kind of club was this?

You had started to roam around the building, trying to call him —and failing misserably, because the damn guy couldn’t pick up the fucking phone for the life of him—, but now you were starting to run out of ideas.

It was past 12pm, your legs shivered with every slight wind that swooshed your way, and there was no one that was going to pick up the phone. Not Henry, that ridiculous imbecile, not Lucas, who always bragged about having his phone in night mode, so nothing would get to him until morning, and not the girls, because Noa had her phone turned off, Atenea was most likely sleeping, Abril and Lara hadn’t picked up either, and your list of close friends who could possibly pick up was… that.

And no one was picking up the fucking phone.

You were about to keep on ranting about how disgustingly bad this was turning out to be, but you heard footsteps coming your way. You looked around, but didn’t find the source. With a frown, you walked to the building again

Placing your hand on one of the windows, who were dark and almost impossible to see through, you could notice that in the dim light from what could be seen outside, Henry was well entertained with a certain kind of company, so much that he couldn’t even pick up your phone.

You closed your eyes and leaned your forehead against the tinted glass. Of course. Yeah. That made total sense. It was Henry, after all. He had always been known to be kind of an asshole anyways. It couldn’t possibly come out as a surprise the fact that he actually was.

You shook your head and mentally mocked him and the blond girl he was kissing.

Henry Li could go to Hell.

Guess there was nothing left to do now. You had dumped Seungmin, and Henry had dumped you. It was an ass move over an ass move. Maybe you kinda deserved it.

But then your thoughts ended in a halt, because you swore you could feel a shadow starting to follow you from a distance.

They were behind you, but not too close, and due to their hoodie it was imposible to distinguish their face.

So you started walking. Turning left. Right. Left again. Right. Just kept on walking. Don’t look behind you. They’d probably just leave. This had to be your imagination, 100%.

But when you took a peak, the silhouette was not only still behind you, slowly walking towards you, but a slight bit closer this time.

You swallowed dry, gulped, even. Your heart tightened in your chest. What kind of joke was this? Your eyes were tearing up. You were tired, and this was mental. Adrenaline rumped through your body, and even if you were already lost, you kept on walking.

You took your phone from your pocket. Think, think, think. Who could you call? Who could pick up at one am? You scrolled down your list of contacts, until for a reason you don’t fully get, your eyes stopped at a certain name.

—> seungmeannie

It couldn’t possibly hurt to try… right?

You sniffed almost silently, and pressed call.

One beep.

Two beeps.

Three beeps.

You started crying a bit louder, unable to hold it back.

“Eh, hi…?”

“S-seungmin!” You sobbed, smiling. It was the first time in your life you had been that happy just from being able to hear his voice, raspy and low.

“W-what?” He stopped talking, and you guessed that it was because he hadn’t figured out who was calling him so late at night. “Do you know what time it is, you fun-sized dingus?” He groaned sleepily at the phone.

You bit your lip and sniffed.

“Wait. Are you… crying?” His tone had changed.

“I-i’m sorry about t-this eve-ening.” You sobbed, failing to hold back the tears, hugging the jacket that was still on your shoulders.

“Are you drunk, little one?” You never thought your shoulders could relax as fast as they had when his soft tone of voice called you that stupid nickname.

“N-no, I… I went to this stupid club, with-“

“With Henry, yeah.” The way he said his name, as if he wanted to put that stupid bitch in a box and send him to the end of the world took you by surprise.

“B-but um, he’s not picking up my phone and I…” you gulped. Taking a peek behind you, you shivered. “I think someone’s following me.”

“Wait, what?” Seungmin had never stood up from bed as fast as he had done that night. “Where are you?” He asked to the phone as he randomly picked a sweater and his glasses, biting his lip as he struggled to put on his shoes.

“I… I don’t know.” You sobbed. “I started walking away so he’d go, but it didn’t work.” You mumbled, sniffing. You felt so stupid.

“Everything’s going to be fine, yeah?” It was the first time in the whole afternoon that you felt like that statement could be true. Because Seungmin was going to help you. “Don’t hang up. Tell me what buildings can you see. Try heading away from small alleys. I’ll find you.”

Seungmin rushed out of his appartment, not before scribbling down what was happening in a post it note and left it on his mother’s bedside table.

“T-there are some restaurants, but they’re all closed.” You started, dubious as how was this going to work. “There’s a road to my left.”

“Can you name any of the restaurants, little one?” Seungmin had a hunch, and he huffed, sprinting to the plaza closest to his appartment.

“I just passed by a Mexican, I think.” You sniffed, Seungmin’s soothing voice working like a charm and calming you down slowly. “In front of me, I think this is a Japanese… it’s called Ginza.”

Seungmin chuckled, feeling relief flooding his body. “Y-yeah, ok! I- god, yes, I know where you are. Keep walking straight ahead. There should be a park, right?” He started running, hiding the fact that he’d have to rush and make the usual fifteen minutes it could take him to arrive where you were and make them five.

He needed to see you and make sure you were safe.

“I… shit, yeah! I can see it!” You went back to crying, a smile planted in your features.

“I’m almost there. You’re doing so well, little one.”

You felt your cheeks getting warmer at that. Walking a bit faster, you looked behind you, finding that the silhouette was still there.

But Seungmin was close. Seungmin said everything would be fine.

“S-seungmin?” You mumbled at the phone, wanting to hear his voice, so soothing and warm.

“Under the streetlight, silly.”

You heard the beep that sounded when Seungmin ended the call, but he was there, tangible, a couple of meters away from you.

You chuckled, happy to see him for the first time ever, and crying away the pent up stress and worry, you ran off to him, and clung your arms around his neck tightly, unbothered at the need to stand on the tips of your toes to do so.

Seungmin stuttered, still panting from the marathon he had ran to get there, 100% baffled at this. But it was ok. You were there. You were safe.

“T-they’re still behind me.” You whispered against his chest.

He could feel your nervousness on your tone, how scared you were judging by how strongly your arms closed behind his neck, and hesitated for a second before hugging you back, his arms pulling you closer by your lower back, keeping you grounded and so weirdly safe in his grasp, and it felt so strangely comforting coming from him that your eyes swelled with more tears.

You couldn’t see or feel the person behind you anymore, but Seungmin did, somewhat clearly.

The only thing that his mind made up that moment is that for the person to leave, they’d have to believe you two did know each other.

And Seungmin’s heart beated loudly in his chest when your grasp loosened and you stood back on your feet, allowing him to see how your lip trembled, how you were holding back tears and how you looked at him with a million emotions hidden in the colour of your eyes. He had never seen you cry before.

His hands itched to touch you again, a sudden need to comfort you that overwhelmed him.

So he did.

His hands cradled your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away your tears, and he pecked your lips softly, smiling at your baffled face. His arms engulfed you in a comforting hug that smelled so much like the jacket you were wearing.

He looked behind you, and the silhouette was nowhere to be found. As if it had never been there before.

“It’s ok.” Seungmin whispered in your ear. “I’m here now. You’re safe. They’re gone, yeah?” His arms rested on your shoulders as his slender hands stroked your hair. “No one’s gonna hurt you now, pretty.”

And you started to cry on his shoulder, because not only then you realized how bad you had needed a hug, and not even the fact that it had been a hug from him that you had secretly yearned for, but because none of your excuses made sense now.

There was no ‘fake’ or ‘real’ Seungmin.

Whatever he was, fake or not, stood in front of you as he hugged you under the streetlight.

And you sighed as he cooed at you softly, because deep down you had known for a while.

It was time you came to terms with it.

[☆★🌷★☆]

{ACT 3: WINDOWS, LETTERS AND POEMS}

Wednesday. 9:56 am. 14th February.

Most of your classmates were still arriving from their next class as you stared at two papers in your hands slightly from afar, pencil in your lips.

You had discarded most of your creations all Monday and Tuesday when you finally ended with a draft you liked for the stupid english homework. It was nothing out of the ordinary.

But the letter in your other hand, however, was something you had never done before.

“What’s that you got there?”

Any kind of bubbly and nervous emption you had vanished at the sound of that low voice.

“Fuck off, Li.” You grunted in a husky tone, frowning at him and grabbing back the letter from his hands.

“Is it a love letter for me?” He chuckled, ignoring your behaviour.

“Why the fuck would I write that, huh?” You laughed, a chuckle full of acid, one that had much more hatred that you had ever said before.

Henry brushed a hand through his hair, and you couldn’t help but think he looked stupid. You had liked this guy? Ugh.

“Because today is valentine’s day, shortcake.”

You squinted and frowned at him.

“Swishing those dyed and damaged locks like a Loreal advert won’t make anyone fall in love with you.” You snorted, and realized the people in the hallway had fallen into silence, listening to your conversation. “Or maybe it worked with that blond girl in the club?” You pretended to ponder out loud, leaning against the locker behind you, facing him with confidence.

“Wait, what?” He mumbled.

You snickered, taking him by surprise. “Oh, silly. I was never going to date you. I kept hearing that you were an ass and figured that was right, because aside from me, little to no people talked to you. I guess I just felt pityful.” You faked a pout.

He clenched his fists, his shoulders tense.

“You’re lying.” He grunted.

You chuckled. “You wish I was. That blond girl didn’t steal my man. She stole my problem.” You heard some gasps from the people in the corridor, as they had formed some kind of circle around you two.

But then, Henry snorted, and cleared his throat, talking with a much louder voice. “So you’re not going to let everyone know about you and Seungmin?” He smirked. “I feel like that’s a bit unfair. Making it seem like I’m the bad guy and all.”

You tried hard to make it seem like that hadn’t surprised you. You were so surprised by it that you didn’t have time to react when he yanked your letter from your hand.

“Such sweet words, all dedicated to him,” he mocked. “I think these people want to know.”

“Give it back!” You clenched your jaw, your eyes dull with embarassment.

Even if he wasn’t as tall as Seungmin, there was still a decent difference between you and him. And with a sly grin, he raised the paper above your head.

You licked your lips, anger filling your body.

“Give. It. Back.”

But then he started reading.

“I looked at him as if he were the Sun, in that I never looked at him except in frustration.” He read out loud, moving the paper from your reach everytime you tried to reach. “I seeked his warmth, I complained when he was gone, but I never looked, not until I noticed he was leaving, and in the beauty of the sunset, I wondered how I had never seen him before.”

You stared at the floor, a blush spreading through your cheeks, coming from your neck.

“And that’s basically what happened.” You mumbled to Abril and Lucas over at a bench in the school grounds, hours after that whole thing had happened.

“What?!” You flinched at Abril’s loud voice. “I’m going to kill him. I am so going to murder that nasty ass bitch.” She threatened to stand up, but Lucas grabbed her forearm.

“And what about Seungmin?” He questioned softly, a lot more gentle that what you usually would expect.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“I haven’t spoken to him since Friday” You stared at him with a weakness you had never felt before. “It’s like he doesn’t want to talk to me, I…” you sighed. “I don’t know what to think anymore.” You sniffed.

You had to stay in the study room for the afternoon, waiting for Atenea to get out of the club she was in so you could head to the library together like you had promised, but as you studied in silence, someone sat in the chair in front of you, frowning at you.

You took your headphones off and scratched your eyes. “Eh… Hyunjin?”

“Abril told Lara and she told me,” he mentioned in a huff. “And I’ve known Seungmin for many years. He’s not an impulsive guy. He hasn’t treated anyone like how he treats you.”

You blinked, puzzled, but frowned at him. “Are you going to scold me?”

“You better believe I am!” He scoffed. “Would you like me to politely tell you that you’ve behaved like a total idiot around him?”

“What are you—?!”

“You simply never bothered to talk to Seungmin about any of what Lara told me!” He stated with force, and you didn’t think to tell him to shut up, considering that the study room was empty that time.

“Do you really expect me to understand whatever was happening and tell him right away?” You blurted out with anger, a bit shocked at his rough approach. “Had I had the opportunity I would have!

He rolled his eyes, passing a hand over his face in a sign of desperation.

“You had every opportunity! For months!” He left his hand on the table, and started tapping at it with force, trying to make a point. “Admit it. Seungmin has been in your head ever since we both changed from the other class and you two started bickering.” Hyunjin’s eyes stared at you with a fierce glare that almost threatened to pierce holes through your skull.

“That’s bullshit!” You spitted out defensively.

“Oh, spare me!” He brushed it off. “There have been countless clues! Your stupid need to make everything a competition when it comes to him is infuriating. He talks to me about these things, you know?” He swallowed, and you leaned back in surprise, but he kept on going. “How you look at him when you’re angry, or how you mock and tease him back. It’s stupid!” He cursed out loud. “And these last two weeks have only made it so much worse.”

“What do you mean, worse?” You pondered softly, slowly taking in Hyunjin’s dramatic act.

“I mean, you were totally smitten by how he ridiculously kissed you at the back of the bus last week, considering that you kissed him back.” He stated clearly. “And he wouldn’t shut up about it and how you were ignoring him after, which, great fucking work, by the way, the dude wouldn’t shut up about you.” Hyunjin blinked slowly, trying to recall and voice what he was thinking. “And then he lends you his jacket when a mystery debutant shows up.”

“A—a what?”

“Motherfucker, eh, that Henry asshole.” Hyunjin rubbed his eyes. “I had to endure him talking shit about him for an hour because he saw him texting you some weird shit with cringe emojis.” The exasperation on his tone rendered you almost speechless. “And even then he struggled to admit how fucking jealous he was about that guy. He had your attention. He had your smile. You looked at Henry, not at Seungmin, and ah, for fuck’s sake.” Hyunjin covered his face with his hands. “He felt so ridiculously powerless that he talked to me about it. He’s never done that before!”

You were only able to blink, struggling to grasp everything he was saying.

“And then, with no word of warning, you called him, at, what, like, one in the morning?” Hyunjin said in a huff, the thought of that bringing back his anger, making him stare at you with a frown again. “He, jesus, he talked for AGES about how you hugged him, and the fact that you were wearing his jacket, like— like you’re doing now, what the fuck.” He stopped mid-scolding, staring at you with confusion.

“It’s… it’s his?”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened slightly as he nodded. “What, you didn’t know? You helped him with tecnical drawing, he gave you his jacket, bla bla bla. That whole thing?”

You blushed, shaking your head sideways. You had done what?

“Nevermind. You can talk to him about that later.”

It was your turn to scoff now. “Judging by the fact that he sent you, I don’t think he would like to see me anytime soon.”

Hyunjin chuckled dryly.

“Don’t you even dare keep ignoring him. This stupid game has lasted for too long. Besides, he doesn’t know I’m here. He thinks I’m in dance practice, but whatever. You needed to know, because he’s a mess.” Hyunjin stated, passing a hand through his hair. “He can’t sleep well, he can’t concentrate, he can’t do anything.”

It looked like the scolding was over, but there was a remaining anger that came back to him as a memory struck.

“And, moreover, you callously ignored the letter Seungmin wrote you, even though he told you he loved you!”

You were looking at your notebook on the table, halfly staring at your nails and fidgeting with them, but your head almost snapped when you stared at him.

“What letter?” You muttered, your eyes locked on his. He frowned, his eyes slightly widening.

Your heart started beating faster, almost so loud you could hear it in your head.

“Hyunjin, what letter?!”

[☆★🌷★☆]

Seungmin felt his lungs on fire.

Run, run, run.

His feet were hurting, because his old ass shoes were busted enough that their insides were almost destroyed from everyday use.

But he needed to find you.

Maybe it was because it was Valentine’s day, despite the obvious influence that a certain friend of yours had done.

“Wait, you— you missed school this morning?” Lucas had muttered with a puzzled look, eyes wide.

“I had to go to the dentist to take my braces off. Yeah.” Seungmin stated again. “So whatever you meant by ‘being an ignoring bitch this morning’, I know nothing about it.”

And then someone next to them had chimed in. “You’re talking about Henry and what happened this morning with—“

“Yeah. Why?” Seungmin had interrupted, frowning slightly.

“There’s a video of it.”

Run, run, run.

The look in your eyes when you spoke with Henry. Your smug smile when you caught him by surprise.

Your poem.

His eyes had widened when Henry started reading it in the video.

Was it…?

Could it…?

Could it really be for him?

He wanted needed to find out.

He needed to find you.

“Watch where you’re going!” A man grunted at him, and Seungmin quickly apologized, running off.

Run, run, run.

He knew where you lived just because of Friday, when you had asked him if he could head towards your house with you, still a bit scared from what had happened. He accepted in a heartbeat, reassuring you that it was fine with a million smiles.

His hand had never left yours. Your touch, colder than his, had something so adicting to it that he didn’t want to let go.

Time seemed to pass slowlier when he recognized your neighbourhood. He was about to ring on your floor, but then, your silhouette got out of the elevators, and you both blinked at each other, staring through the glass door.

You opened it slowly, approaching him.

The look in your eyes was different than what Seungmin was used to.

It wasn’t similar to how you had looked at him ever since the school year started, with a shimmer of anger that turned your cheeks pink. Or how you had looked at him that afternoon in the back of the school bus, pupils dark and lips red and slightly swollen from kissing. Or how your eyes glowed in hope and comfort that Friday night.

It was different. He wanted to savour it. He wanted to see every detail of it.

He walked towards you and cradled your face in his hands.

“Wait.” He muttered in a whisper, taking off his glasses in a movement that to you felt almost enticing.

“What is it?” You whispered back.

He blinked at you as he cleaned his glasses with the hem of his shirt.

“You’re fucking blurry.” He snickered softly, with a sheepish smile that tinted his cheeks pink.

You giggled.

He settled his glasses back in place, and smiled when your image made sense before him.

“Better.” He muttered.

“Seungmin, I—“

But you stopped speaking when his lips crashed against yours.

There it was. He tasted sweet like how hot chocolate tastes in a rainy day. You smiled at your discovery, wanting to taste it for hours.

He wanted to kiss you for days to come, even if there was a million things left for both of you to say.

“I’m sorry.” Kiss. “I wasn’t in school this morning.” Kiss. “But I saw a video of it.” Kiss. “And I needed to—“

You giggled, taking his glasses and settling them on the top of his head.

“We can do the talking later.” You smiled, your cheeks red as your hands grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“Are you sure?” He gulped, blushing too as he mumbled.

“Yeah.” You smiled even more. “I’d rather do the kissing now.”

You'd never know what happened with his letter. But considering where that had lead you, maybe it wasn't totally bad that the wind had carried it out the window.

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~Kats, who, believe it or not, took the text argument in the beginning from an old school groupchat (yes i was the target akbdksbdks idk why lol, but no, i did not have an enemies2lovers :( lmao)

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Be good, feed me, leak for me. 🎨

Avisos: Breeding Kink, impact kink e spit kink levíssimo, lactation kink.

Dinâmica: Alfa x Ômega.

Eles são completamente doidos mas é tudo por causa da classe, não achem os dois emocionados eu imploro!!!

Obrigada aos anjinhos que me mandaram os plots que eu juntei pra fazer essa aqui. 🫶🏻

Boa leitura. 💛

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Louis estava fodido. Hoje era o primeiro dia que ele estava na faculdade após longas duas semanas faltando quase todo dia. Veja bem, ele não é irresponsável nem nada assim, ele apenas teve que cuidar dos irmãos enquanto sua mãe viajava à trabalho. Os gêmeos pegaram uma gripe muito forte e por isso, não puderam frequentar à escola nesse período. Apesar de ser bolsista, Louis tinha notas impecáveis e fazia obras tão fantásticas que era um dos alunos exemplo da instituição, participando sempre de aulas extracurriculares e expondo seus trabalhos em nome da Faculdade de Artes de Doncaster. Chegou praticamente agora na sala de aula, logo sendo chamado pelo professor e ele não tinha dúvidas sobre o enorme puxão de orelha que receberia.

- Tomlinson, eu compreendo. Mas você vai ter que ir até o reitor, existem coisas que não estão ao meu alcance. Você é um dos nossos melhores artistas mas ainda assim, é necessário que compreenda suas responsabilidades. Por favor, fale com o reitor e logo após retorne para minha aula. – o professor franziu os lábios, claramente chateado por toda a situação.

- Tudo bem, eu entendo. – Louis suspirou, agarrando sua bolsa novamente e saindo da sala. Ele atravessou o corredor, subindo as escadas em direção à diretoria, estalando o pescoço antes de bater à porta. Se distraiu olhando a placa dourada na porta: “Mrs. Styles.” Ela dizia, tão prepotente quanto toda a academia de artes era.

- Entre. – A voz de Styles soou do outro lado da porta, despertando Louis do transe. Ele girou a maçaneta, entrando na sala e fechando a porta atrás de si. – Bom dia, Tomlinson. Fico feliz em vê-lo por aqui. Por favor, sente-se. – Harry apontou a poltrona do lado oposto da mesa à qual estava sentado, ajeitando seu paletó perfeitamente alinhado.

- Bom dia, senhor Styles. – Louis sorriu fraco, sentando-se. – Bom, me disseram que o senhor gostaria de falar comigo. – ele introduziu o assunto, deixando sua bolsa ao lado de sua poltrona, ao chão.

- Sim, você está correto. Imagino que saiba que minha motivação é seu repentino sumiço, duas semanas, Tomlinson. O que aconteceu? – Styles ajeitou um cacho atrás da orelha que havia se soltado do coque.

- Meus irmãos ficaram doentes, pegaram uma gripe muito forte. Minha mãe teve que viajar à trabalho, e minha outra irmã faz faculdade em outra cidade, então não havia ninguém pra cuidar deles além de mim. – Louis tentou disfarçar seu nervosismo pela presença de Harry, descontando a inquietação em mexer na barra de sua blusa.

- Eu entendo. – Harry suspirou, pegando Louis de surpresa pela reação. – Eu também já estive na faculdade e também era bolsista, é terrível quando temos imprevistos e não conseguimos cumprir com as nossas atividades. Eu sinto muito por isso, mas não consigo te salvar disso sem algum argumento muito bom pra dar na reunião com os outros reitores. – Ele explicou.

- Desculpe, acho que não entendi. – Louis franziu o cenho.

- Preciso de alguma novidade artística sua, Tomlinson. Algo que eu leve até eles e apresente como um desperdício imenso caso queiram cancelar sua bolsa. Você tem algo pra mim? – ele perguntou, tirando Louis no eixo por alguns segundos.

- Eu... Eu comecei a treinar realismo por observação , em pessoas. Não mais em objetos inanimados. – Ele sorriu ladino, sentindo suas inseguranças em suas habilidades o inundarem. – Mas é só um começo, sabe? Ainda não é apresentável. – Louis olhou nos olhos de Styles pela primeira vez desde que se sentou, sendo puxado para a infinidade verde que eram os olhos do ômega.

- Quero que tente. – Harry desviou o olhar, ajeitando seus anéis em suas mãos antes de retomar o contato visual. – Me desenhe. – propôs.

- Isso é demais, senhor Styles. Eu ainda não sou bom. – ele negou.

- Por favor, Tomlinson. Preciso que me ajude à te ajudar. – respirou fundo, sentindo o cheiro de nervosismo do alfa em sua sala. – Comecemos assim, me chame de Harry. Não sou seu reitor malvado e rígido, sou apenas seu modelo legal e que adoraria ajudar você à permanecer nessa faculdade. – ele sorriu pequeno.

- Ok. – Louis secou as mãos suadas na calça, olhando ao redor. – Pode se sentar no sofá, Harry? Ele é na frente da janela e eu gosto de desenhar contra à luz. – tentou sorrir descontraído, pegando seu sketchbook, um lápis e uma borracha da sua bolsa. Harry acenou positivamente, se levantando da cadeira e indo até o sofá.

- Tem alguma preferência? – Harry perguntou com as penas cruzadas, as mãos apoiadas no joelho.

- Pode tirar o paletó? Foi mal, mas eu odeio desenhar roupa. – Louis sorriu mais tranquilo, indo até o outro sofá de frente com o de Harry e sentando-se ali.

- Claro. – Harry tirou o paletó, deixando ao seu lado no sofá. – E a pose? – ele falou afrouxando a gravata.

- Escolhe você. – Louis disse, olhando Harry fixamente. – Só faça algo que faria, não algo robotizado. Me entende? – ele disse em tom de confusão, genuinamente em dúvida se conseguiu se expressar direito. Harry sorriu, jogando o corpo pro lado. Ele deitou de lado no sofá, uma mão abaixo da cabeça e a outra em seu quadril.

- Me pinte como uma de suas garotas francesas, Jack. – disse rindo, os dentes de coelho aparecendo. O cheiro de Louis não era mais tão nervoso assim. Observou ele rindo de si, deixando sua cabeça tombar no encosto, pronto pra mudar de posição.

- Não! – Louis quase falou alto demais. – Eu gostei, mesmo. – o sorriso dele era imenso. – Foi algo espontâneo, sua personalidade. Eu gostei. – sorriu ladino.

- Vai usar isso pra tirar sarro de mim com seus amigos depois, mas eu aceito esse fardo. – ele riu, voltando a repousar sua cabeça sob a mão.

- Não vou, prometo. – Louis riu, começando a esboçar o esqueleto. Ele começou pelo sofá, se atentando apenas como o estofado afundava com o peso de Harry, só para ter noção das dimensões. Percebeu que ele tinha os olhos perdidos pela sala, como se estivesse desconfortável com o silêncio. – Pode conversar comigo, se quiser. – sorriu pequeno, fazendo as linhas mais precisas, olhando fixamente para as coxas grossas que eram apertadas pela calça social.

- Porque decidiu fazer artes, Louis? – perguntou agora observando a feição do alfa, percebendo como era um garoto bonito.

- Além de amar, acho que porquê eu acredito que seja a forma de arte mais intensa. Por exemplo, quando você ouve uma música, ela tem a capacidade de transmitir o sentimento posto ali mas ainda assim você acaba se prendendo as letras que você mais se identifica, as que falam sobre os momentos que você experenciou, ao contrário das pinturas, por exemplo. Se há uma pintura de uma casa de madeira no meio da floresta, você provavelmente vai imaginar se aquilo foi observado e replicado ou se é um fragmento de um sonho do artista. Você vai se deixar pensar em como seria morar ali, qual é o sentimento, se quando chove há aquele cheiro intenso de terra molhada, se você faria um café ou um chá, se iria sentar em frente à janela ou na varanda. Vai se perguntar se aquilo conseguiria te completar, se a madeira dos pilares de sustentação ficariam úmidos e gelados. Você viaja, sua imaginação faz você questionar sua existência, sua vida, suas escolhas. – Louis falava baixo, fazendo Harry olhar para sua boca sem ao menos piscar, concentrado e hipnotizado no outro.

- E o realismo? Porque se encantou? – Harry disse baixo também, como se tivesse medo de que sua voz quebrasse o encanto do momento.

- Eu sei que o realismo é estimado demais por conta da dificuldade que é fazê-lo. Entendo quem acha a arte mais incrível e também a mais desinteressante, mas pra mim, a magia do realismo não é sua perfeição ou a habilidade necessária. Quando eu te mostrar, você vai conseguir ver como eu vejo você. No espelho, muito provavelmente, haverão detalhes que você vai considerar imperfeições ou traços seus que particularmente não admira. Pela minha visão, é possível perceber como eu te olho, quais são seus detalhes mais fortes, quais coisas em você me chamaram tanto a atenção que eu tive que reproduzir no desenho, te dando a oportunidade de entender quais são os seus detalhes que mais me atraem. – Louis olhou fixamente para seu rosto, dando atenção à cada marca de expressão.

- E quais são os meus detalhes que mais te atraem? – A respiração de Harry estava desregulada, engolindo em seco sob o olhar intenso de Louis.

- Praticamente todos, pra ser sincero. Sua mandíbula é desenhada, como uma escultura. Sua boca também, o contorno é marcado e específico, assim como seus dentes da frente são maiores, o que faz seu sorriso ser extremamente atraente. Me desculpe se eu disse demais. – Louis ainda percorria cada detalhe do rosto do ômega com atenção, sentindo seu lobo se agitar dentro de si. Não o culpe, ele ainda tinha seus instintos.

- Mais alguma coisa? – Harry engoliu em seco, tendo que umedecer os lábios, onde Louis rapidamente grudou seu olhar.

- Seus olhos. O formato deles é particular e o verde intenso, se eu fosse colorir teria que misturar inúmeros tons até se aproximar do real e acredito que mesmo assim não seria possível. Eles são muito, muito bonitos, suas sobrancelhas são cheias também, fazem uma bela moldura para eles e condenam sempre seus sentimentos. – Louis sorriu fraco, se ajeitando na cadeira.

- Obrigado, Louis. – acompanhou o sorriso, sentindo seu estômago gelado. – Você tem um olhar muito bonito sob as coisas. – ele aproveitou que o alfa havia retornado a atenção ao desenho, deixando seus olhos passearem por todo corpo dele, tendo que ignorar seu ômega interior implorando para se submeter.

- Eu sou um homem de muitos clichês. – Louis riu fraco, sentindo que o cheiro de Harry havia se tornado mais presente, deixando a sala mais doce, sentia-se em uma padaria pela manhã, onde os bolos mais cheirosos acabam de sair dos fornos. – Sou rom��ntico, cavalheiro, solícito, emocionado, como meus amigos dizem. – ele riu, se sentindo agitado com o cheiro desejoso de Harry. – Acredito que há beleza em tudo, que até mesmo nos lugares mais sombrios e solitários sempre haverá um feixe de luz solar, um lampejo de esperança e a promessa de um bom futuro. Acredito na mudança, na possibilidade de haver mais pessoas boas, situações boas e caminhos bons. Acredito que devo muito disso à minha criação. – Louis esboçou o coque bagunçado dele, atentando-se aos fios rebeldes.

- Um tanto quanto narcisista, também. – Harry brincou, tentando disfarçar o quão afetado pelo alfa ele se encontrava. Louis tinha um cheiro forte, exatamente como havia descrito sobre a pintura, era como carvalho e terra molhada, um cheiro de casa tranquila, para Harry. Mesmo que ele não soubesse exatamente o que isso significava.

- Apenas sou um apreciador constante de eu mesmo. – Louis não conseguiu rir, tendo que cruzar as pernas por sentir seu cacete pulsar devido ao cheiro. Ele sentiu seu lobo tomar mais espaço dentro de si, se culpando quando passou segundos inteiros olhando para a pele desnuda do pescoço de seu reitor e se perdendo nos pensamentos de marcá-lo. É seu instinto primitivo e não há nada que Louis possa fazer além de se permitir imaginar. – Tire a gravata e abra os primeiros botões. – mandou com firmeza. – Por favor. – ele limpou a garganta, tentando minimizar sua imponência no comando.

Harry levou as mãos já trêmulas até a gravata, afrouxando até que fosse possível passar por sua cabeça. Ele o fez, deixando-a no chão e abrindo os quatro primeiros botões, deixando que Louis percebesse suas tatuagens de pássaro abaixo da clavícula e o início de seus peitos cheios.

- Você tem mais tatuagens? – Louis tentou mudar o assunto mas sendo incapaz de desviar o olhar, deixando-se observar como os peitos do ômega eram durinhos e seus mamilos apontavam pelo tecido fino da camisa.

- Muitas. – Harry respondeu baixinho, sentindo sua lubrificação natural escorrer pelo meio da bunda redonda.

- Eu também tenho, é uma das formas de arte mais bonitas, na minha opinião. – Louis observou mais uma vez as tatuagens, desviando rapidamente para os mamilos quando o tecido começou a escurecer, mostrando que estava molhado contra os bicos. – Harry. – chamou autoritário, atraindo a atenção pata seus olhos, deixando que Harry percebesse suas pupilas dilatadas. – Seus peitos. – avisou, sentindo seu instinto mais primitivo tentando ganhar espaço, a vontade inigualável de ir até Harry e fodê-lo com força.

- Oh meu deus! – Harry choramingou, sentando-se rapidamente e cobrindo as manchas com os braços. – Me desculpe Louis, me desculpe. – seus olhos encheram d’água, se sentindo envergonhado demais.

- Não tem problema, Harry. Você está grávido? Tem um alfa? – Louis abandonou suas cordialidades, sendo invasivo e não se importando nem um pouco com o fato.

- Não. – Harry sussurrou.

- Não precisa mentir pra mim. – Louis sentiu seu pau pulsar forte, tendo que ser discreto ao apertar por cima da calça.

- Não estou mentindo. – Harry choramingou. – Eu... Meus peitos eles...

- Me conte, Harry. – Louis observava as lágrimas do ômega.

- Eu vazo quando fico excitado. – disse de uma vez só. – Pode ir embora, por favor. Me desculpe. – sua cabeça permanecia baixa.

- Eu posso te ajudar com isso, Harry. Me deixa te ajudar. – Louis pediu, deixando o tesão tomar conta de si.

- Como assim? – Harry engoliu em seco, olhando para Louis ainda com a cabeça baixa.

- Deixa eu mamar seus peitinhos, ômega. Prometo que o farei e não direi à ninguém. – Louis deixou o caderno na mesa de centro, abrindo as pernas e encostando as costas no encosto do sofá, dando batidinhas em suas coxas. – Venha aqui. – pediu.

- Promete que não vai contar pra ninguém? – Harry perguntou manhoso.

- Prometo, ômega. Venha, seja bom pra mim. – Ele incentivou, vendo Harry se levantar devagar e ir até ele, ficando em pé entre suas pernas abertas.

Louis tocou suas coxas, puxando para si, fazendo o ômega sentar em seu colo, uma perna para cada lado de seu quadril. Ele segurou a cintura de Harry com as duas mãos, apertando com delicadeza. – Abra sua camisa, mostre seus peitos pra mim. – mandou olhando em seus olhos. Harry o obedeceu, abrindo a camisa até o umbigo, abaixando lentamente põe seus ombros, deixando os peitos bem perto do rosto do alfa. – Eu vou te mamar e deixar seus peitos vazios, ômega. – suas mãos deslizaram para cima, apertando os peitos, vendo o leite vazar entre seus dedos. Ele levou a boca até os mesmos, lambendo devagar um dos mamilos. Harry gemeu manhoso, movendo o quadril, raspando sua bunda cada vez mais molhada na pelve do alfa. Louis fechou sua boca no mamilo, sugando e sentindo o gosto açucarado do leite do ômega. Harry gemeu, segurando a cabeça do alfa com carinho, acariciando seu couro cabeludo enquanto dele mamava seu leite. Louis estava insano, seu pau doía de tão duro, o cheiro de Harry era entorpecente e seu lobo implorava para foder seu corpo.

- Você gostou do meu leite, alfa? – Harry perguntou choroso, gemendo baixinho, necessitado de aprovação.

- É uma delícia, ômega. Eu poderia me alimentar todos os dias nos seus peitos. – afirmou, dando atenção ao outro peito que estava negligenciado até agora. – Rebola em mim, Harry. Você quer isso, não quer? Seu gosto tá me deixando maluco, bebê. – Louis mordeu o mamilo com cuidado, fazendo Harry gemer mais alto e assentir vezes demais, encaixando a bunda bem acima do cacete de Louis antes de começar a rebolar.

- Seu pau parece tão grande. – Harry deslizou as mãos pelo corpo do alfa, apreciando seus músculos.

- Pede, ômega. Pede e eu vou te dar, você está sendo tão generoso comigo, me deixando tomar todo seu leite, sendo tão bom em me servir. É só me pedir e eu vou te dar, sim? – Louis lambeu toda a carne dos peitos, deslizando suas mãos por eles, espalhando o leite e retornando a mamar, inebriado pelo sabor delicioso do mesmo.

- Você pode me dar seu nó, alfa? Por favor, eu preciso tanto, meu rabinho tá doendo, muito vazio. – ele pediu deixando suas lágrimas saírem.

- Claro que sim, ômega. Levanta pro seu alfa tirar sua roupa, sim? – Louis mandou, vendo Harry se por de pé com dificuldade. Ele terminou de abrir sua camiseta, tirando do copo do ômega e a deixando ao seu lado no sofá. Observou as tatuagens pelos braços dele e a mariposa no estômago, tão, tão bonito. Abriu o botão da calça e a braguilha, abaixando lentamente por suas pernas. Harry tirou os sapatos com os próprios pés, deixando Louis tirar totalmente sua calça. – Que surpresa deliciosa, bebê. – Louis elogiou a calcinha boxer verde clarinha de algodão que ele usava. – Lindo, lindo. – beijou seu pau duro contra a mesma, abaixando ela com delicadeza por suas pernas. Observando o quão molhada a mesma de encontrava. Segurou o cacete de Harry, lambendo a glande. – Seu pau é enorme para um ômega, querido. Delicioso pra mim. – elogiou, sugando a glande pra dentro da boca, descendo pelo comprimento e levando até a garganta, mamando o pau dele igual fez nos peitos. Ele apertou a bunda de Harry entre os dedos, abrindo ela com as duas mãos, passando o dedo médio por entre as bandas, sentindo como ômega pingava lubrificação para si. Tirou o pau dele da boca, girando seus quadris e o deixando de costas. Abriu a bunda, olhando o cuzinho piscando, brilhando de tão melado. Se aproximou, sua respiração quente ali fazendo o ômega se arrepiar dos pés à cabeça. Ele lambeu, tomando sua lubrificação doce, sentindo o gosto frutado, como um bolo de creme branco e morangos. Gemeu contra, segurando com força a cintura do ômega e metendo a língua pra dentro do cuzinho, o lambendo esfomeado, o comendo com a língua. Harry segurava firme em seus cabelos e rebolava contra seu rosto, as pernas trêmulas e gemendo baixo.

- Alfa, por favor. – gemeu, levando os dedos até o cuzinho, ameaçando penetrar. – Não, não, não! – ele contraiu o buraquinho. – Posso ter só seu pau? Por favor alfa, me abre com ele. – choramingou.

- Como quiser, bebê. Você vai aguentar meu cacete no seu rabinho, hm? Sem preparação? – Louis deu um tapa fraco na bunda dele, o ouvindo gemer e seu corpo pular.

- Sim, prometo. – Assentiu, sentindo Louis o virar de frente para si de novo. Observou como seu rosto estava molhado, a barba brilhando numa mistura de leite e lubrificação. – Você tem proteção? – perguntou baixo.

- Tsc, Tsc, Tsc. – Louis negou com a cabeça, começando a abrir seu cinto. – Você não quer meus filhotes dentro de você, Harry? Que desrespeito, ômega. – repreendeu. – Eu quero encher você com meus filhotes. Que atitude feia a sua, rejeitando um alfa que foi tão bom com você esse tempo todo. – Louis abriu a braguilha, puxando o pau de dentro da cueca, punhetando lento enquanto olhava nos olhos do ômega.

- Você é tão grande, meu deus. – o ômega gemeu. – Me enche com seus filhotinhos, alfa. – falou choroso, os olhos fixos no pau dele pingando pré gozo. – Me desculpa por falar da camisinha, eu não queria mas achei que você sim, eu... – ele esfregou o rosto, confuso demais com todos os sentimentos que Louis lhe causava. - Pode colocar filhotinhos aqui, Lou. Por favor. – ele parecia desesperado por algo, acariciou a própria barriga, subindo até os próprios peitos, gemendo aliviado quando o leite saiu e deslizou por seu abdômen.

- Eu te desculpo, ômega, mas só dessa vez. Venha, vou deixar você brincar com meu cacete enquanto eu te mamo mais. – ele puxou Harry, o fazendo se sentar em seu colo novamente. Segurou firme e possessivo em sua bunda, passando a cabeça inchada do cacete no cuzinho do ômega, o provocando.

- Por favor, alfa. – Harry rebolou, os olhos pidões nos possessivos de Louis.

- Senta. – mandou, segurando seu pau com firmeza, sentindo Harry sentar lentamente, engolindo tudo com facilidade mesmo que seu aperto fosse doloroso. – Parece que nunca foi fodido na vida de tão apertado. – Louis gemeu, jogando a cabeça pra trás quando Harry soltou todo o peso em si, engolindo cada milímetro do pau grosso.

- Obrigada, alfa. – agradeceu. – Obrigada. – gemeu levando as mãos até abaixo da camiseta do mesmo, sentindo os músculos do abdômen, sendo incapaz de não puxar a camiseta pra cima e a jogar de lado, olhando e apreciando o tronco delicioso de Louis.

- Que rabinho gostoso, bebê. Se esticou tanto e tão bem pra me receber, um ômega tão bom e prestativo. Está sendo tão útil pro seu alfa, querido. Você merece até um beijo, você quer? – Louis segurou os peitos de novo, tão cheios que não parecia que tinha mamado tanto. – Lindo, cheio de leite pra mim de novo.

- Por favor. – Gemeu. – Quero tudo que você quiser me dar, alfa. – ele se aproximou, abraçando o pescoço de Louis.

Louis por sua vez mamou o peitinho, mantendo uma quantidade ali, segurando as bochechas de Harry com força e o obrigando a abrir a boca, encostando os lábios no dele e cuspindo seu próprio leite nela. Harry recebeu de bom grado, engolindo tudinho antes de esfregar seus lábios nos de Louis, que invadiu eles com a língua, o beijando com cuidado e sentindo Harry amolecer em seu carinho. Louis deslizou a mão pela bunda do ômega, sentindo com o dedo médio a borda toda esticada em seu pau, deslizando seu dedo com facilidade ali.

- Você está vazando tanto no meu pau, amor. – disse com os lábios ainda nos de Harry.

- Posso rebolar pra você, alfa? Você deixa? – Harry se contraiu no pau dele, fazendo carinho em sua nuca.

- Pode, bebê. Faça o que quiser, estou aqui pra ajudar você, sim? – Louis beijou seu pescoço, não tardando em voltar a sugar os peitos de Harry.

O fato era que Louis estava ficando louco com tudo isso, o gosto do leite de Harry era absurdamente bom, seu pau latejava e seu baixo ventre contraia desde a primeira vez que sentiu o gosto. Louis sonhava em ficar Harry desde a primeira vez que pôs os olhos no mais velho, no primeiro dia de aula. Em contra partida, sempre se manteve o mais longe possível do mesmo, sabendo que aquele desejo tão presente em si não iria e nem poderia se realizar. Por muito tempo se relacionou com outras pessoas e nunca tinha sentido tal atração por elas. Era desumano demais, a beleza e a presença de Harry causavam sentimentos nele que eram de sentir vergonha. Um homem mais velho, o qual imaginava anteriormente ser comprometido, com um relacionamento profissional estabelecido entre eles. Sua mãe provavelmente odiaria o fato apesar de que ele tinha uma forte crença de que isso mudaria quando ela conseguisse enxergar em Harry o que ele enxergava. Descobrir que seu temido reitor havia se excitado por ouvi-lo, que se submeteu tão fácil à si, que rebolava desesperado em seu pau já era muito para aguentar, mas que seus peitos vazaram leite quando ele estava com tesão? Aquilo era insano. Harry era um ômega perfeito para si e era exatamente por isso que estava se controlando tanto ali, impedindo que seu lobo tomasse conta e sua visão ficasse turva o fazendo empurrar seu pau bem fundo dentro dele, que marcasse todo o corpo dele com seus dentes, que o fizesse chorar e implorar por mais e mais filhotes dentro de si. Harry jogava o quadril para frente e para trás, a cabeça tombada pra trás enquanto seus peitos eram sugados e apertados com tanto desejo pelo outro, causando um alívio imenso e uma sensação sufocante para um ômega, aquela pontada insistente de que estava sendo bom, que estava alimentando o alfa, que estava o dando prazer o deixando entrar dentro de si e tomar tua sanidade. Seu corpo suava e tremia, seu baixo ventre doendo de tanta vontade de gozar litros em cima de Louis, sentindo os mamilos latejarem de tanto serem maltratados pelos dentes dele. – Louis... – ele chamou manhoso.

- Oi, ômega. – Louis respondeu, subindo seus beijos até o pescoço dele, lambendo e sugando sua jugular, sentindo sua pulsação contra a boca.

- Eu quero gozar. – ele sussurrou, rebolando e girando os quadris, fazendo a glande maltratar sua próstata.

- Está tão desesperado assim? Eu nem fiz nada com você ainda, Harry. – Ele sorriu contra seu pescoço, puxando a carne entre os dentes e o fazendo gemer alto, tremendo acima de si.

- Louis, porra! – Harry expôs mais o pescoço, deixando que ele o marcasse com um chupão.

- Você não fez nada por mim ainda, Harry. Você não é um bom ômega? – Louis provocou, dedilhando a coluna dele e o deixando arrepiado da cabeça aos pés. Ele segurou firme na carne macia da bunda dele com força, subindo e descendo o quadril de Harry, estocando lento contra seu buraco. Harry cravou as unhas em seus ombros, sua boca aberta em um gemido mudo. – Você só buscou o seu prazer até agora, não é? – perguntou, vendo Harry assentir.

- Me desculpa. Eu vou ser bom pra você, eu posso ser bom. – Harry choramingou olhando nos olhos de Louis, subindo e descendo em seu colo, fazendo um aperto tão grande em Louis e uma sensação tão boa de preenchimento que os dois gemeram em uníssono. Harry continuou, os olhos ainda grudados nos de Louis enquanto subia e descia, indo cada vez mais forte. O alfa puxou Harry pela nuca, grudando seus lábios, beijando-o com dominância. Harry não discutiu, entregando toda sua submissão de bandeja enquanto sentava, sentindo seu orgasmo explodindo, gozando entre os corpos colados dos dois. Louis afastou o rosto de Harry pelos cabelos da nuca, os quais segurava com possessividade. Com a outra mão, espalmou um tapa ardido na bunda dele.

- O que vamos fazer com isso, Harry? Hm? – questionou, batendo mais uma vez em sua bunda e vendo o ômega revirar os olhos. – Gosta de apanhar, ômega? – Louis riu excitado, dando mais tapas na bunda dele enquanto o mesmo assentia freneticamente. – O que vamos fazer com isso, Harry? Eu quero que me responda. – Louis olhou diretamente nos olhos fechados dele, esperando ele abri-los e conectar aos seus.

- Ainda quero seu nó, Louis, quero você enchendo minha barriga de filhotes. Você quer isso também, não quer? Diz que quer meus filhotinhos Lou. – Harry se remexia manhoso, as mãos percorrendo todo o tronco do alfa.

- É claro que eu quero, amor. Vai ficar tão lindo com eles na barriga, ômega. – Louis sentiu seu lobo tomar posse de si por completo, suas pupilas dilatadas. Ele segurou Harry pelas coxas e o deitou de costas no sofá, ficando entre suas pernas. – Deixa as pernas bem abertas pra mim, bebê. – disse sussurrado em seu ouvido, fazendo Harry revirar os olhos e obedecer. Ele se levantou e abaixou suas calças, deixando as mãos espertas de Harry abaixarem sua cueca com pressa, olhando todo o corpo delicioso de Harry deitado no sofá, as pernas ainda arreganhadas esperando por seu nó. Harry tinha os olhos brilhantes presos no tronco do outro, sentindo seu pau pulsar semi ereto e seu cuzinho soltar tanta lubrificação que escorreu pro estofado, melando todo o couro. Harry estava hipnotizado pelo alfa e sabia que isso era uma das piores coisas que poderiam acontecer consigo, ele era seu aluno, ele deveria estar levando uma bronca por faltar e não fodendo o reitor, mas, Harry não era capaz de evitar. Ele já havia sido de outros homens, já havia se submetido durante seus heats e havia curtido tudo em geral, porém nunca tão intenso quanto Louis. Nunca gozando tão rápido assim, com movimentos lentos, com calma, com carinho. Nunca sentindo que o outro o desejava tanto, nunca com um alfa implorando pra engravida-lo, coisa que o deixava mais e mais molhado à cada segundo. Harry nunca tinha se interessado por Louis apesar de sempre ter reconhecido que o mesmo era o alfa mais bonito do lugar, o pensamento do outro ser mais novo e estar sob seus cuidados sempre o privou de seus pensamentos. Mas agora, sentia até mesmo uma ponta de arrependimento de seu lobo por nunca ter tomado ciência da submissão intrínseca que sempre teve pelo outro. Agora, o olhando de baixo com seu corpo nu, se deu conta de como seu tratamento com o outro havia sido passivo. Se fosse outro aluno, ele provavelmente teria discursado por minutos sobre responsabilidades e prioridades, sobre esforços e circunstâncias. Louis acariciou os cabelos de Harry que já haviam soltado do coque, olhando com curiosidade a expressão ilegível do ômega. Harry sentiu seu estômago se agitar quando sem ao menos pensar desceu do sofá, ajoelhando no chão à frente de Louis, sentou sob suas panturrilhas e olhando nos olhos azuis intensos e escuros, abriu sua boca e expôs sua língua.

- O que você quer, cachorrinho? – Louis perguntou sorrindo ladino, fazendo carinho em seu queixo.

- Ser bom. – Harry sussurrou, inclinando sua cabeça para ter mais do carinho sutil, esfregando sua bochecha contra a palma da mão dele. – Usa a minha boca, Louis. – ele engoliu em seco, vendo a glande brilhando e expelindo pré gozo.

- Quer meu pau na sua boquinha, bebê? É isso? – Louis perguntou mesmo sabendo que era exatamente isso, arrancando um assentir submisso do outro, os olhos verdes tomados pelas pupilas dilatadas. – Abre a boca. – mandou, ouvindo Harry gemer e obedecer. Ele segurou a base do pau, esfregando a cabecinha em sua língua. Harry gemeu e abocanhou a glande, sugando de leve, sentindo o gosto forte e cítrico do alfa. A tirou da boca e passou a lamber todo o comprimento, deixando-o todo babado antes de voltar pra cabecinha, engolindo ela e a levando cada vez mais fundo. Ele ia e voltava devagar, até conseguir que sua garganta relaxasse o suficiente para receber o quanto precisasse do cacete, até que seu nariz ficasse pressionado contra os pelinhos da pelve de Louis. Ele, por sua vez, ajeitou os cabelos de Harry em um rabo de cavalo, segurando com possessividade antes de pressionar mais o rosto de Harry contra seu pau. Retirou da boca dele, esfregando-o contra todo o rostinho choroso, o molhando todo com sua baba e o pré gozo que escorria em abundância. Harry gemeu alto com a ação, segurando nos quadris de Louis e subindo com as unhas até o abdômen, apreciando sua barriga pecaminosa.

- Eu sei o que você quer. – ele afirmou. – Faça, meu alfa. Eu aguento. – incentivou, colocando a glande de volta na boca, esperando Louis o fazer.

- Que cachorrinho bom que eu arrumei. – Louis sorriu malicioso, empurrando seu pau até a garganta dele e voltando, repetindo o processo com lentidão, grunhindo com o aperto sufocante da garganta dele em sua glande inchada. - Eu vou foder sua garganta, Harry. É isso que você quer? – perguntou com a voz rouca, apertando mais os cabelos de Harry e fazendo o couro cabeludo dele queimar. Ele gemeu contra o cacete, revirando os olhos por trás das pálpebras. Assentiu ainda com ele fundo em sua garganta, respirando fundo e se preparando. – Caralho ômega, eu vou acabar com você. – ele usou a mão livre pra dar um tapinha fraco em sua bochecha, fazendo Harry esfregar sua bunda em seus calcanhares. Louis grunhiu excitado, arremetendo o quadril para frente e para trás, aumentando a velocidade das estocadas aos poucos. Harry gemia fora de órbita, os olhos revirando enquanto Louis tinha a cabeça jogada pra trás, gemendo rouco enquanto socava o pau direto na garganta do ômega. Ele aguentava tudo de bom grado, sentindo seus lábios dormentes e a garganta ardendo, se aproveitando de toda a dor e agonia do momento, transformando seu desespero em pura luxúria, tendo que apertar seus peitos e deixar o leite sair, manchando o carpete bege, fazendo uma mancha enorme nele de leite e lubrificação que à essa altura já pingava abundante de sua entradinha que piscava. Louis segurou mais forte em seus cabelos e passou a empurrar sua cabeça contra seus movimentos, pouco se importando se doía ou se era demais, gemendo prazeroso com os barulhos de engasgo que o ômega fazia. Harry sentiu seu baixo ventre retorcer com tamanha brutalidade, sendo fisicamente incapaz de segurar o orgasmo forte que lhe atingiu, gozando por todo carpete, chamando a atenção de Louis pelos jatos que atingiram seus pés. Louis puxou a cabeça de Harry para trás, apreciando sua imagem. Os cabelos bagunçados, os olhos vermelhos cheios de lágrimas, as bochechas úmidas, os lábios vermelhos e inchadinhos, o pescoço suado e corado, os peitos cheios, o leite que deixou todo seu corpinho molhado e por mim toda a bagunça molhada que havia abaixo de si. Leite, lubrificação e porra numa grande poça no carpete, fazendo Louis espalmar um tapa dolorido contra sua bochecha. – Que bagunça, bebê. – ele se abaixou, ficando de frente com o rosto de Harry. – Gozou forte assim só por ter a boca fodida? – ele sorriu, passando o dedão em seus lábios, olhando no fundo dos olhos verdes.

- Sim. – Harry disse envergonhado. – Me desculpa. – ele abaixou o olhar.

- Olhe pra mim, ômega. – Louis usou sua voz de alfa chamando a atenção imediata de Harry que se apavorou.

- Nunca me peça desculpas por ter gozado. Nunca. – repreendeu. – Eu quero tirar tantos orgasmos de você ao ponto de você ficar tremendo e babando nos meus lençóis. Quero foder seu corpo até você ficar tonto de tanto se esforçar pra me aguentar fodendo seu rabo repetidas vezes. – Louis falou sério, segurando no pescoço de Harry e puxando seu lábio inferior com os dentes, o fazendo tremer. – Nunca se desculpe por ser bom pra mim. – ditou.

- Me desculpa. Não vai acontecer de novo. – sussurrou.

- Bom garoto. Agora eu vou te dar meu nó, te encher todinho com meus filhotes, sim? – fez carinho em sua bochecha úmida.

- Não sei se eu aguento. – admitiu envergonhado.

- Não seja idiota, cachorrinho. Seus peitos estão pingando e sua bunda tão encharcada que sua lubrificação está literalmente escorrendo até o chão. Seu corpo implora pelo meu nó e pelo meu leite. Seu cuzinho está tão necessitado do meu cacete que está piscando. Seu cérebro pode achar que não, mas seu corpo te entrega. – ele disse bravo. – Cale a boca e deite no sofá, sua única escolha aqui é se vai abrir suas pernas pra mim de frente ou de bruços. – Louis cuspiu em seu rosto, o beijando possessivo logo após. Harry gemeu alto com tudo aquilo, subindo no sofá e deitando de bruços, empinando a bunda.

- Fode meu rabinho assim. – ele falou com a respiração engatada. – Faz sem carinho, me mostra seu lobo. – pediu manhoso.

Louis grunhiu se colocando entre as pernas de Harry, enfiando seu cacete em seu cuzinho, puxando seus cabelos pra trás e sussurrando em seu ouvido. – Se quiser meu lobo, vai ter que achar uma palavra de segurança. Quando eu me liberto, Harry, eu não sou nada gentil, muito menos paro se você implorar. Preciso de uma palavra que me faça retomar o controle nessas situações. É o que você realmente quer? – ele empurrou seu pau até a base, fazendo o rabinho se alargar todo. Ele esperou alguns segundos, constatando que Harry não queria aquilo verdadeiramente. – Foi o que eu imaginei. – ele estocou devagar, sentindo-o contrair em seu pau.

- Luxúria. – disse manhoso.

- O que? – Louis gemeu em seu ouvido, o fodendo devagarinho.

- Minha palavra. Luxúria. – disse afetado. – Agora acaba comigo. Me fode até eu chorar. – pediu rebolando a bunda.

Louis foi inundado por um misto de sentimentos. Primeiro porque Harry foi um dos únicos que realmente quis seu lobo e, segundo, porque todos que o aceitavam sumiam no dia seguinte. O lobo de Louis é agressivo e completamente primitivo, ele machucava e não se importava nem um pouco de fazê-lo se isso lhe proporcionasse um bom orgasmo. Louis estremeceu, mordendo o ombro de Harry e enrolando sua mão em seu cabelo, o usando como uma espécie de alça. – De for demais, me impeça. Não tente aguentar tudo, eu entendo que sou demais Harry. Não tente ser bom, se quiser me parar, me pare. Entendeu? – ele usou a voz de alfa, vendo Harry revirar os olhos e pulsar forte em si. – Me responde.

- Entendi, meu alfa. – disse aéreo, seu corpo tremendo com a voz de Louis em seu ouvido.

Louis lambeu seu pescoço, sentindo a jugular de Harry tremer sob o raspar de seus dentes ali. Voltou até seu ombro e mordeu fraco, dando a primeira estocada forte, fazendo Harry gemer alto e se empinar mais. – Cuidado, não quero ninguém interrompendo a gente. Não seja tão escandaloso. – Louis disse rouco, passando a estocar com força contra o rabinho sensível de Harry. Ele puxou a cabeça de Harry para trás e virou, deixando seu rostinho virado para si, rosnando em seu ouvido enquanto o fodia firme. Sua outra mão foi até o quadril ele, apertando forte e o mantendo empinado, enquanto seus quadris arremetiam com força. Seus olhos não se fechavam, ele olhava fixamente para as lágrimas que Harry soltava, ficando cada vez mais excitado com o desespero que ele emanava. – Um ômega tão perfeito que eu te marcaria como minha puta particular. Que buraco bom, cachorrinho. Um puta buraco bom de foder. – Louis dizia rouco em seu ouvido soando extremamente possessivo, dando a Harry a certeza de que não era seu alfa delicado que estava ali e sim seu lado mais primitivo, o qual fode e reivindica tudo que quer, como quiser, independente do que seja.

O que Louis jamais esperaria é que Harry seria a última pessoa à temer esse seu lado e o primeiro à implorar para tê-lo novamente. Ser um ômega submisso normalmente o faz ter um tratamento bom e gentil, totalmente o contrário do que fantasia em sua cabeça toda vez que enfia seus dedos em seu rabinho à noite. O lobo do ômega exige dor, exige brutalidade, implora por servir da maneira mais selvagem possível, sendo fodido e subjugado sem limitações, sentindo que é única e exclusivamente utilizado pra aliviar o alfa e procriar. Era burro e nojento, como muitos que já o foderam lhe disseram e por isso sentir Louis alargando seu rabo com força, socando sua próstata sem dó, o fazia chorar por tamanho prazer que não era capaz de ser aliviado somente através dos gemidos que não paravam de escapar. Ele levou suas mãos pra trás, segurando as bochechas da bunda farta e avermelhada pelo impacto da pelve de Louis, a abrindo, deixando que Louis fosse mais fundo em si. O alfa rosnou deitando seu peito nas costas dele, segurando em sua cintura com força com as mãos, mordendo seu ombro com suas presas, perfurando a pele. Suas unhas rasgaram a pele da cintura de Harry, fazendo o outro chorar soluçando por todas aquelas sensações. Aquela dor, tão excitante para si, seu corpo implorava por mais daquilo. Seus mamilos durinhos friccionando com força no estofado já que o peso de Louis o apertava contra ele, seus dentes tão fundo que sangrava, assim como as unhas enterradas em sua carne fazendo aquilo arder como o inferno. E seu cuzinho, ardendo por tamanha sensibilidade, por tanto impacto que o quadril de Louis proporcionava.

- Alfa. – Harry gemeu, ouvindo Louis rosnar e sentindo-o afundar mais seus dentes em si. – Você me fode tão bem. Tão, tão bom pro seu ômega. – choramingou revirando os olhos, sentindo seu lobo tomar totalmente conta de si. – Goza em mim, sim? Me dá o seu nó, me dá seus filhotes. – ele revirou os olhos.

- Vira. – Louis mandou, se afastando sentando sob suas panturrilhas e olhando o cuzinho todo aberto e inchadinho, piscando para si. Rosnou irritado com a demora, segurando as pernas de Harry e o girando no sofá. Puxou as pernas em volta do seu quadril, movendo-o como queria. Ele se apoiou com uma mão ao lado da cabeça do ômega, penetrando ele de novo e se abaixando, o beijou e voltou a foder rápido, perseguindo seu orgasmo à todo custo. Harry gemia em sua boca e arranhava suas costas, deixando faixas de sangue por onde suas unhas alcançavam. – Meu. – Louis rosnou em seus lábios, o mordendo forte, arrancando um filete de sangue.

- Meu alfa. – Harry revirou os olhos, sentindo Louis tão fundo que perdia seus sentidos. – Tão bom que dá vontade de ter sua marca. – gemeu.

- Ômega. – Louis repreendeu, afundando seu rosto no pescoço dele, lambendo, lutando contra a vontade de morder. Suas presas apontaram e ele as raspou em sua jugular, fazendo Harry gozar mais uma vez, tão forte que sua visão escureceu. Mesmo assim, não parou de meter em si, ouvindo o ômega chorar e bater em seus braços. Ele rosnou mordendo o pescoço de leve, arranhando a pele com os dentes. Seu baixo ventre contraiu, ele sugou a pele fervente, sentindo o sangue correr rápido na jugular, arriscando pressionar as presas de leve, gozando forte dentro de Harry e o prendendo em seu nó, inchando em seu interior e o fazendo grunhir de dor, seu corpo tendo espasmos fortes. Rosnou soltando a pele e cravando os dentes em seu outro ombro, depositando ali o que deveria estar em seu pescoço. Lambeu e sugou a pele, começando a retomar a consciência aos poucos. – Está cheio dos meus filhotes. – ele rosnou em seu ouvido, o fazendo revirar os olhos de novo.

- Sim alfa, você encheu minha barriga. – Harry disse aéreo. Louis de afastou minimamente, olhando todo o sangue, nos ombros, no pescoço quase mordido, na boca mordida, na cintura, completamente fodido e machucado.

- Gostoso pra caralho, bebê. – ele apertou seus peitos, deixando o leite escorrer pro sofá, o aliviando. - Porque não me pediu pra parar? – perguntou admirando o estrago que seus dentes fizeram. Harry abriu os olhos, encarando os de Louis.

- Eu disse que aguentava. – disse, a garganta seca. – Eu quis tudo. Ainda quero, bem pior. – suas pupilas ainda estavam dilatadas.

- Você quer mais do que ficar todo marcado, cortado e ensanguentado? – Louis perguntou, impressionado e fascinado.

- Quero. – Harry assentiu, fazendo carinho em sua própria barriga, algo que não passou despercebido por Louis.

- Me diz como que eu vou foder outra pessoa depois disso, Harry? Como caralhos eu vou me desprender do seu laço? – disse sério.

- Você não vai. – o ômega fechou o semblante. – Você é meu, Tomlinson. – rosnou.

- E quanto à faculdade? O que vão pensar? Eu vou perder minha bolsa ou você o seu cargo? – Louis questionou ainda sério, tentando ignorar que Harry rosnou para si.

- Eu sou um ômega, Louis. Mas eu sou o poder nessa merda. Não me subestime. – suspirou raivoso. – Você é meu, Louis. Isso não é discutível. – disse por fim, rosnando mais uma vez, sem quebrar o contato visual. Louis segurou seu rosto com brutalidade, quase juntando seus lábios.

- Não rosna pra mim, porra. – o ômega gemeu com a dor do aperto e Louis invadiu sua boca com a língua o beijando esfomeado. - Você merece ser a porra de um quadro, Harry. Não vou desenhar você, eu vou pintar. Cada milímetro de seu corpo. É isso que eu vou fazer. – sussurrou contra seus lábios. O ouvindo gemer. – A porra de uma obra de arte, é isso que você é. – ele mordeu sua bochecha de leve.

- Meu. – Harry cravou as unhas em sua nuca, o fazendo grunhir.

- Seu. Mimado do caralho. – Louis sorriu ladino, lambendo seu pescoço.

- Cala a boca. – Harry retribuiu, um sorriso ladino nos lábios.

E por mais que essa fosse uma promessa verdadeira, Louis não poderia perder a oportunidade de transformar a vida de Harry num inferno. Lhe faria ferver em ciúmes e o foderia na sala de aula, o faria surtar e rosnar para si só para bater em sua bunda como castigo. Ele faria de tudo para Harry implorar para ter seus dentes cravados no pescoço branquinho.

- Eu preciso voltar pra sala, ômega. – Louis respirou fundo, inalando o cheiro doce dele.

- Eu sei. – disse a contra-gosto. – Mas acho que você deveria terminar de me desenhar. Eu realmente preciso daquilo. – Harry riu baixinho.

- Se a gente tentar você vai me dar todo seu leite de novo, eu vou de foder de novo e o ciclo não vai acabar nunca. – Louis riu, mordendo o maxilar de Harry.

- Prometo ficar quieto, deixar você terminar o desenho e só então pedir pra você me foder de novo. – sorriu segurando em seu rosto, dando-lhe um selar breve.

- Ok. – Louis sorriu imenso, roubando um beijo de Harry antes de levantar. – Eu realmente machuquei você, né? – olhou para todas as feridas e o sangue seco nelas.

- E eu amei. – Harry disse, subindo sua calcinha por suas pernas. – Quero que me machuque mais vezes. – mordeu o lábio inferior, começando a colocar a camisa de volta no corpo.

- É? – Louis sentiu seu peito esquentar por um breve momento. – Achei que era um ômega sensível. – ele subiu as calças pelas pernas, fechando devidamente e fazendo o mesmo com o cinto.

- Sou o oposto. – estalou a língua no céu da boca. – Você realmente acha que bonito do jeito que eu sou, eu estaria solteiro com trinta e cinco anos? – Harry riu bem humorado, continuando a se vestir. – Eu sou o pavor dos alfas, Louis. Nunca chegam nem mesmo num limite que me faça gozar. – Harry sentou no sofá, colando os sapatos.

- Porque você é masoquista, bebê. – Louis riu, puxando ele pela cintura quando ele se levantou. – Que bom que ninguém te fez gozar como eu. – sorriu convencido, puxando o lábio inferior de Harry entre os dentes. – Também nunca aguentaram meu lobo completamente. Você foi o primeiro. – Admitiu.

- Eles são fracos. – Harry riu, beijando Louis mais uma vez. – Agora só falta ver se você não tem um caráter duvidoso e aí sim poderemos nos casar. – brincou tirando uma gargalhada sincera dele.

- Quero eu ver se você não é um velho ranzinza. – provocou, apertando Harry contra si.

- Velho é seu cu, garoto. – Harry brigou, rindo junto com Louis.

- Eu tenho vinte anos e você trinta e cinco, vai dizer que você é o novinho da relação? – provocou mais sentindo Harry estapear seu braço.

- Louis eu mesmo vou cancelar sua bolsa! – Harry brigou, fazendo bico, dando seu máximo para não cair em gargalhada novamente.

- Oh gracinha, para. – Louis beijou sua bochecha. – Meu denguinho tá bravo comigo, é? Bicudinho mais lindo. – Louis distribuiu beijinhos por todo o rosto dele, descendo até o pescoço. – Você é igual vinho amor, só melhora com o tempo. Tenho certeza que vai ser gostoso até quando não tiver dentes pra chupar meu pau. – Louis riu, tirando a pose de Harry que riu até a barriga doer.

- Caralho você é muito idiota. – Harry abraçou o pescoço de Louis, que prontamente o beijou.

- Agora senta lá meu ômega, vai rapidinho pra eu poder acabar o desenho logo e foder você todo de novo. – Sussurrou em ouvido, apertando sua bunda.

- Você tem compromisso hoje depois daqui? – Harry perguntou manhoso.

- Não. Porque, bebê? – Louis respondeu, subindo a mão até sua cintura.

- A gente vai jantar e você vai pra minha casa, então. – disse como ordem, sem ao menos questionar.

- Você vai pelo menos pagar um jantar antes de me usar né, pelo menos isso. – Louis fez piada.

- Quero te mostrar como foder comigo enquanto eu posso gemer alto seu nome é muito melhor. – Harry mordeu o lábio inferior, olhando Louis com expectativa.

- A gente pode pular o jantar também. – sugeriu rindo. – Eu vou amar foder você mais uma vez, ômega. – disse sorrindo ladino, apertando a cintura dele entre os dedos. – Só não pede pra eu te marcar de novo... É demais pra mim.

- Talvez eu faça, só pra ver o que acontece. – Harry sorriu sapeca.

- Acontece você acordando com a minha marca. – Louis riu.

- E se eu quiser?

- A marca de alguém com quem você fodeu pela primeira vez hoje? Acho que você é maluco. – respondeu bem humorado, mas seu baixo ventre contraiu com a ideia de tomá-lo como seu.

- Você não quer que eu seja seu? – Harry arqueou uma sobrancelha.

- Você já é meu, Harry. – ele viu os olhos dele brilharem. – Não é? Todo meu. – disse mais uma vez, vendo o sorriso de Harry começar a se formar. – A marca é seria e eu só farei depois que minha mãe te conhecer. Até lá a gente se conhece e eu marco seu corpo todo toda vez que te foder. – disse, mordendo seu queixo. – Parece bom pra você?

- Ótimo, alfa. – Harry assentiu, hipnotizado pela dominância de Louis.

- Então sente pra eu te desenhar, bebê. Vou te foder contra a porta antes de voltar pra sala. – sorriu ladino, dando um tapa na bunda de Harry antes de ir até o sofá melado dos seus fluidos corporais, rindo com a bagunça que fizeram. Se sentou onde ainda estava limpo e pegou o sketchbook, vendo Harry ir aéreo até o sofá, voltando pra posição que nunca deveria ter abandonado. – Vai ser difícil pra caralho me concentrar com esse seu cheiro. – sorriu ladino, vendo Harry esfregar uma coxa na outra. – Mas já, cachorrinho? – Louis riu, olhando-o todo desesperadinho no sofá.

- Louis... – Harry chamou, o baixo ventre borbulhando de novo.

Louis riu nasalado, levantando e guardando seu material em sua bolsa, andando e parando do lado da porta de entrada da sala – Vem aqui. – mandou, esperando Harry ir, parando na sua frente, brincando com os anéis em suas mãos. Ele levou as mãos até sua calça e abriu de novo. – Coloca as mãos na porta e fica quietinho pra mim, sim? – pediu.

- Louis, todo mundo pode ouvir. – disse receoso.

- Por isso eu mandei ficar quieto. – ele sorriu ladino. – Faz o que eu mandei e empina seu rabo pra mim. – viu Harry umedecer seus lábios, fazendo o que ele mandou, abrindo bem as pernas. Louis segurou os lados da calça dele a baixou até as coxas junto com a calcinha, abrindo seu cinto e calça, puxando seu pau já duro pra fora. Ele passou os dedos no meio da bunda de Harry, sentindo ele pingando de novo para si. – Tá encharcado pra mim de novo, bebê. – Sussurrou em sua orelha, segurando seu pau e forçando pra dentro do cuzinho de novo, segurando firme em seu quadril. Harry gemeu alto e Louis grunhiu, levando sua mão livre pra boca de Harry e a tapando, começando a se mover com força. Ele estocava com rapidez, sentindo Harry gemer contra sua mão. Com a outra ele se apoiou na porta, conseguindo equilíbrio pra manter o ritmo bruto que estabeleceu. – Você não sabe o quanto eu imaginei te foder contra essa porta, Harry. – segredou. Harry jogou sua cabeça pra trás e apoiou no ombro de Louis, que de imediato sugou a pele ferida pra dentro da boca, sentindo gosto metálico de sangue. Harry passou a empurrar sua bunda contra as estocadas rudes, revirando os olhos por baixo das pálpebras. – Você é meu cachorrinho, ômega. Me obedece, se esfrega em mim implorando por atenção, não é? – ele falava baixinho enquanto Harry assentia freneticamente. – vai gozar nas calças de novo? Só com meu cacete fodendo seu rabo? – grunhiu raspando os dentes na carne machucada do pescoço dele, o fazendo revirar os olhos e gozar forte com a dor intensa. Louis meteu mais forte segurando o quadril de Harry com força, gozando forte e o atando em seu nó. O ômega levou a mão pra barriga de novo, sorrindo aéreo.

- De novo. – falou manhoso. – Colocou mais filhotes aqui.

- Vou te encher de filhotes a noite toda, bebê. – Louis beijou seu pescoço, puxando o pau pra fora quando o nó desatou. Observou o cuzinho contraindo, a porra deslizando em suas coxas, a bunda num vermelho vivo de tanto se machucada pelo cinto que pendia em seu quadril. Ele puxou a calcinha e a calça dele pra cima, fechando, fazendo o mesmo consigo. Girou Harry pela cintura, beijando sua boca e o fazendo amolecer em seus braços de novo. – Não quero que ninguém entre aqui, seu cheiro está em toda parte. – ele disse sério. – E eu não gosto que sintam ou vejam o que é meu, ômega. Você entendeu? – ele viu Harry assentir devagar. – Ótimo, bebê. – ele se afastou, pegando sua bolsa e pendurando no ombro. – Eu termino o desenho na aula e te entrego à noite. – selou seus lábios.

- Como vai fazer se eu não estarei lá pra você me ver? – Harry questionou com um bico.

- Eu sou incapaz de esquecer qualquer traço seu, Harry. Decorei cada um deles. – Louis puxou o bico dele entre os dentes, dando um beijo amoroso antes de sair da sala, deixando um Harry aéreo e sorridente para trás.

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