#so every time a teacher passes i just close my mouth and let it sit on my tongue and hope they don't ask me a question 💀

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Withering for You || Seungcheol-Part 2

Pairings: Seungcheol x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, CEO! Seungcheol au, Husband! Seungcheol au, Wife! Reader au, Music Teacher! Reader au, Arranged Marriage au, College Sweetheart au, Exes to Lovers au

Synopsis: When you are arranged married to the man, whose heart you had broken years ago, even dreaming about mending things seems next to impossible when he has been holding grudge for all these only to return it to you tenfold.

Warnings (specific to this part): Seungcheol is still the biggest meany, crying, profanities, everyone is hurt and sad, everything is on rocks, mentions of infidelity (doesn't happen to though), smut, mention of alcohol consumption

Word Count: 6.1k

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Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Epilogue

You are laying on the bed draped over by your husband, Seungcheol.

The reception party passed in a blink of an eye and after you both were driven to the house aided by nothing but silence, Seungcheol was all over you as soon as you both stepped into the house.

He dragged you into the nearest room he could get and next, both of your clothes were off, now littering the floor.

You two blended in so naturally that it seemed like you two were never apart. Seungcheol still has the map of your body memorized and it has been over an hour since he has started to work his mouth on your pussy. He's been teasing your clit, sucking on your buds but never giving you an orgasm.

You lay breathless, gasping as he continues to deny you orgasms, overstimulating you and when you try to squirm away his strong grip is keeping you in place.

"P-Please I can't take it anymore", you say in your hoarse voice, giving his hair rough tug, "Please let me cum, Seungcheol please..."

Seungcheol lifts his gaze to meet yours, his lips curled up in mockery before dives into your folds once again eating you out like a starved man of years.

And suddenly, all of it's gone. You open your eyes again at the emptiness only to see him hovering over you.

He takes both of your hands and pins them down to the bed. He growls into your mouth and bites your lower lip a little too hard. You moan when his other hand kneads your breasts and pinch your nipples. It's all so intense that you have gone void of anything and everything except for Seungcheol. All you feel and see is him.

Seungcheol is marking you tenaciously, a clear message to you that you're now solely his. He's painting your neck, your chest, your thighs in shades of pink and purple for the world to know.

A loud moan erupts out of your throat when he enters you, filling you up to the hilt. He releases your hands and you find them wrapping around his shoulder. With each sharp thrust of his, your nails dig deeper on the skin of his back. And it doesn't take long for you to reach your first orgasm of the night.

But your husband has just started. He doesn't give you any time to recover. He sits up and perches both of your legs on his shoulder and starts to thrust into you deeper while his fingers rub your clit. A few more thrusts and you are cumming again along with him.

You're exhausted, so numb from the session that your eyes close shut. And when you're drifting off, you feel a grip on your hips and your husband whispers in your ear, "We are just getting started, did you forget how long we went before?"

And next you're being flipped onto the bed.

You wake up at noon and your mood immediately sours seeing the empty space beside you. Seungcheol's words from last night ring in your ears.

"Where are you going?", you ask when you see him getting off the bed after he's satiated at the dawn hours.

"To my room", he says draping over the towel he got from the bathroom, "And", he turns to look at you, "This is your room, you'll be staying here."

You're eyes go wide as saucers and with every ounce of energy you could gather you sat up, "What do you mean by that? We're married!"

Seungcheol laughs and throws you a glare, "Just on paper. Don't you dare to cross the threshold to my room. I'm warning you."

And then he leaves.

After showering, you decide to get something to eat and that's when you meet the housekeeper Ms. Oh in the kitchen.

"Hello, Ms. Oh!", you greet her in glee because you knew her and absolutely adored her.

Ms. Oh turns around in surprise and the first thing she does on seeing you is pulling you aside and saying with concern, "I never believed you'd do something like that to Seungcheol. So please be honest with me and answer me. Did you really cheat on him all those years ago?"

You sigh and try to usher off but also you didn't wanna disappoint people who loved you anymore so you answered honestly, "I didn't. I have loved Seungcheol devotedly throughout. There was never anyone else."

"Oh poor thing. You must have had your reasons to let that happen", you hear Ms. Oh exclaim and next you're being pulled into her embrace. She has been with Seungcheol since his childhood days. Ever since he had a house of his own, she has been sent to take care of him. You had met her when you had visited the Choi mansion while you both dated. She was always the one to welcome you.

"Is he up yet?", you ask and Ms. Oh shrugs off urging you to check it yourself.

So you are now standing at the threshold of your husband's room and contemplating where to fight the lion or flight from the spot.

Ofcourse you choose to the former, hence you don't even knock, just push the door behind and walk in.

"Where do you think you're heading?", you freeze seeing Seungcheol who's sat on the bed, glasses on, probably reading something on the tab, "You're not allowed in here, get out."

Your absence of fear and bored expression irks your husband. Before he could speak again, you are pacing fast and now you're seating infront of him.

"Do you really think all these tactics would work on me?", you roll eyes, "I'm your wife and not just on paper."

"People can be really shameless.", he snickers, "I thought I was a good judge of character but thanks to you, I don't think so anymore."

"Seungcheol, it's in the past, can't we start again?"

"So simple for you to say, isn't it?"

The atmosphere drops. The gloom caves in. And as Seungcheol's eyes turn darker, his face scares you off. Tab long forgotten on the bed, both of his hands form a fist, a sign you know very well. He's controlling himself, he's keeping his feelings, his hurt, his words at a bay.

Moments pass by. You stare at him, he glares at you.

"I have never loved again Y/N.", he says like a scarred man, all the anger now replaced with all of the agonies, "I have trust issues, I can't trust people easily."

His voice cracks, he lets all those tears fall, "I wasn't like this. It's so suffocating, so difficult to live like this."

You are rendered speechless. All these years you have only wept in self pity. All three years you've only thought how wronged you were, how difficult it was for you.

But what about Seungcheol? How did he cope up? Was there ever a scope of healing for him?

Clearly not. You could see the entire span of heartbreak in the way he's sobbing now, face hidden behind his palms.

You want to engulf him in your embrace. Want to take all of his pain away. But you know if you reach out it would only hurt him more. So you wipe your tears hastily and walk out of his room.

Were you really going to do him any good? That's what you could think of.

"All you had to do is stay.", Seungcheol murmurs to the door which slammed shut when you walked out.

The flashlights are blinding. The fake smiles are nauseating. The entire venue is suffocating.

But you know better, being the wife of Choi Seungcheol comes with a whole lot of baggage. The most displeasing one to you being in the limelight. And Seungcheol knows it well, hence he has been attending every event he could despite his busy schedule only to drag you along with him in each one of them.

He takes pleasure in your discomfort throughout the night. His lips curl up everytime an obnoxious person approaches you just to sprut nonsense or talk business, your interest in neither.

You don't let go of your husband's arm. Though you know it attracts more of an unnecessary crowd, you don't let that grip loosen, not even for a moment.

"I don't understand you sometimes.", Seungcheol says as you both occupy a table at the corner, "You say you don't like the limelight but isn't that what you've been running for? You did marry me for my money, my status and my fame. What else do you want?"

Your gaze is fixated on the some random couple you don't know when you say, "What if all I need is you?", you crane your neck to meet his gaze.

Seungcheol breaks the gaze from you and he leaves the table. You have been confessing your feelings at every chance you could but to Seungcheol it's amusing, how swiftly you could lie through your teeth even without batting eyelashes. Marvelous he thinks and he hates you more each time.

That night, like any other, he fucks you dumb till the dawn.

You are not unaware of Seungcheol's hostility towards you. He thinks of you as nothing but a gold digger, a ruthless woman who wouldn't hesitate to trample people if they come the way of something you wanna achieve.

It's already been three months since you both got married. Three month of you chasing Seungcheol and him pushing you away.

When you, every morning take your sweet time in his walk-in closet only to select an attire he'd wear for the day, he later would unabashedly walk out wearing an entirely different outfit.

You can't cook to save your life but you wait for him, everyday at the table for breakfast but on spotting you, he walks out informing Ms. Oh he'd grab something on the way. But that didn't stop you. Nowadays you grab his arm forcefully and take him to the table, pester him until he gives up and eats the breakfast that's served.

He never spends the night with you in the sheets. Even though you're begging, he pads out of your room as soon as he's done.

You never miss to say the 'I love Yous' everytime he walks out of the door.

And you believe someday he'd say it back.

You take a deep breath as you arrive at the Choi mansion. It's kind of a ritual for the Choi's to hold a family dinner at least once every month. The last two times were kinda awkward but manageable.

But this time you're a lot hesitant because unlike for the last time, Seungcheol's father would be present and you're still thinking of making an excuse to skip it. But you also know Seungcheol looks forward to it a lot because it's not like he gets to spend a lot of time with this parents. Their busy schedules allow only a limited amount of time for togetherness and the three of them put every effort to make it happen.

"Welcome my sweethearts!", your mother in law coos as she embraces you both.

Seungcheol has noticed how stiff you go around his mother all the time now. Doesn't click, because when you both dated you and his mother got along really well. He wonders what could have happened.

His father walks out to recieve you both and Seungcheol suddenly feels a strong grip around his arms. He looks to find you sticking closer to him, your eyes unsure as his father approaches you both. He finds it odd. But again he knows his father and you never got along since the old days. It was mostly his father, who didn't let go if any chance to express his disliking towards you.

The dinner proceeds with horrible awkwardness. It's mostly the son catching up with his parents. You just sit quietly only giving short answers if asked anything. Your appetite is long gone.

"I have packed some dinner for Wonwoo.", his mother says, "and asked him to come and get it. That boy never joins us even though he drives you here everytime.", she says disappointed.

"Mom, that's how he is.", Seungcheol adds light heartedly.

"How are things going with your music academy?", Mr. Choi asks you and waits for you to speak with undivided attention.

"It's going to be hectic since it's gonna be the competition season soon.", you answer curtly.

"Are you going to participate or perform in any of the events?", Mrs. Choi asks.

"In a couple of them.", you say smiling at her.

You're heaving a sigh of relief as you walk out of the mansion to get some fresh air. Meanwhile, Seungcheol is bidding goodbyes to his parents. You don't think it's ever gonna get easy.

"I hope you're treating her well, son.", Mrs. Choi says with an undertone.

Seungcheol just looks at her in disbelief before speaking, "Are you being serious? That woman had broke me apart and you want me to treat her right?", he hisses, "No, sorry, I can't and I won't."

His mother sighs, "She is the one for you, Cheol. Make things right while you still have a chance. Don't do anything that you'll regret later."

"Mom, why--"

"Because there are things you might be unaware of. You don't know what the person on the other end might have gone through.", she smiles sadly, "Marriages are not meant for revenge, not when you both have feelings for each other."

Seungcheol laughs, "Feelings? I hate her mom!"

"You hate her because you have those feelings entangled in your heart, all in your head.", she pats his arms, "Otherwise it's been years Cheol, if there are no such feelings involved, you should been apathetic towards her."

Seungcheol knows he lost the debate then and there. But he's ready, to stab the knife and twist it. He has been preparing to suck out your soul hollow.

"You didn't have to come here, I know I make you uncomfortable."

You don't move on hearing the voice. You just keep looking ahead.

"I'm sure you must be happy, Mr. Choi.", your lips curl up slightly, "We aren't making any progress, he still hates me the same."

Mr. Choi chuckles bitterly, "Nothing I do would make you forgive me but I'm sorry. I'm really ashamed for what I had done--"

You hold your hand up to stop him and turn to look at him, "It's all meaningless and I know you don't mean a thing you say. All I could hope is that this time you don't interfere in our relationship"

You're walking out before he could speak further. When you get home, Seungcheol finds it odd once again when you don't try to initiate any conversation with him but rather go straight to your room, closing the door shut.

"Is it that bad?", you ask in a small voice, "Sorry, but this is all I could come up with."

There's no response from the other end. You think you might cry because the expression on Seungkwan's face, you're sure can't be of something good.

You get up embarassed, "We don't have enough time to create something else. I think you should ask someone else or take my name out the competition. I'm really sorry."

Then you're turning back to walk out of the room.

"I have never heard of anything this good.", comes Seungkwan's stern voice.

And the next few moments go by you chasing him and him running, screaming around in the hall to save his life.

"Aashole, I'm not taking part anymore", you say catching your breathe, "I'm done with you."

"You are not, honey.", he sits on a chair and says, "I heard you've taken a bunch of invitations out this time. Is it what I'm guessing?"

"Yeah. I'm going to invite Seungcheol, his parents, Wonwoo and some more people.", you deflate instantly, "Though, I'm assuming none of them would be attending."

Seungkwan chooses silence because he has nothing but some mere words of consolation to offer.

"I'm going have lunch with Seungcheol today, I'll give him the invitation card then."

"Okay ma'am! See you in the evening?", he asks, you nod.

Ridiculous or not, this is the first time you are visiting the Choi enterprise after your marriage. The staff are greeting you throughout, offering to guide you to Seungcheol's office but you had already texted Wonwoo and he diligently waits for you at the reception.

Something's off, you can sense it from Wonwoo's demeanor. He's not as bitchy as he generally is. When you're out of the elevator, he says, "The last cabin on the hallway."

You acknowledge and pull out an invitation card. He's surprised when give it him saying, "I hope you'll come to watch."

Wonwoo in turn surprises you with his respond, "Sure, I'll be there."

You gape at him but defer yourself from asking, not wanting to probe further.

"He doesn't have any meetings scheduled for the next two hours right?"

"No he doesn't and this is the time he usually has lunch."

"Ok thanks.", you excuse yourself and walk to his cabin door. You take a deep breath, anxious because Seungcheol doesn't know about your visit yet and you're not sure how he'd react.

You knock at his door and hear a faint come in. Sliding the handle you're met with an unpleasant sight.

Rather an unpleasant person, Jiah almost hovering over your husband. Seungcheol's brows cock at your unannounced presence.

"What are you doing here?", Jiah asks and you stand over crossing your arms. The response never comes.

"I asked what the hell are you doing here? Who gave you the permission to come here?"

You take out your phone and click a photo of both of them at such an angel which looks a lot more compromising than it actually is.

"What are you doing?", Seungcheol asks but you ignore him.

"Out.", you say glaring at Jiah.

"You are bold to assume I'd listen to you.", Jiah scoffs.

"So you'd listen to Seungcheol then.", you say smiling and look at your husband, "Tell her to get out of here."

Seungcheol generally is unbothered but something in your aura is scaring is him today. He knows of your anger and he wonders what could happen if you're ticked off.

"Jiah, leave.", Seungcheol commands and Jiah looks at him as if betrayed.

"Heard it, now get lost.", you say while approaching her. Jiah instantly gets the flashback of her getting slapped by you on your wedding day. She gets a shiver through her spine and she's almost scurrying out.

"You had done something to her, haven't you?", Seungcheol asks you, "I think I just now saw terror in her eyes."

"Doesn't concern you.", you snark at him.

"Why did you take that picture?", he asks again.

You lips curls up in a cold smile and Seungcheol for some reason feels petrified, "Oh this", you hold out your phone for him to see the picture you took, "If she stayed, I would have sent this to the media. And I'm not sure how'd your companies handle the reputation damage."

Seungcheol is rendered speechless because he knows you can be cynical at times.

"Let's have lunch after that you'll take the medicine and then we'll head home.", you say, "Or do you wanna go home first?"

Seungcheol gives you an incredulous look, "What nonsense are you blabbering? Why would I go home now?"

You return him a sharp look, "Because you're having a splitting headache."

Your husband is once again, rendered speechless. He gulps once, blinks twice and asks, "H-How did you know?"

"Does that even matter?", you say getting up, "Your eyes are red, you're biting your lips every two seconds and your legs, you're continuously tapping them."

While Seungcheol gapes at you, you're calling Wonwoo.

"Does he have any important meetings today?", you ask, "No, actually, can all the meetings be rescheduled to some other day?"

Seungcheol doesn't get to hear Wonwoo's response but he watches as the creases on your face flats out in relief.

"Thanks, please reschedule them and also could you please pull out the car? We'll be heading home now.", you tell him, "No need to come up here, I'll bring him with me."

And you're making another call.

"I won't be going back to the academy, please reschedule my classes.", you inform. Seungcheol listens to your side of conversation carefully, "Yes, with my husband.", then you're nodding your head, "Sounds good. Thanks a lot."

Suddenly Seungcheol becomes an obedient man. He let's you grab his coat and briefcase. He also let's you take his hand and guide through his entire office.

Throughout the way, anyone who comes across you both, coos in amazement. The way you're carefully treading your way holding your husband and the way your husband's eyes are only on you is enciting. Pictures are being taken, praises are being whispered.

On the way to home, you call Ms. Oh, instructing her to cook something light but definitely not bland because Seungcheol won't even touch it at the sight.

When Seungcheol comes to the dining table after washing up, he finds you waiting for him. He's surprised at himself because he doesn't deter you when you're holding the spoon to his mouth. He eats all of it without uttering a word. When you're handing him the glass of water, he waits for you to hand him the medicine. When you take him to his bedroom, he lays down, subtly towards the inner side leaving you space to sit.

He is discreetly grabbing the corner of your dress when you massage his head. He hopes that his grip doesn't loosen when he falls asleep. And he feels your lips gently grazing his forehead as he falls asleep.

Seungcheol might be surprised at his own behaviour but you're definitely not. You know your husband becomes unhinged clingy whenever he feels unwell so if tonight he goes back to his asshole behaviour, you'd surmise that he has recovered.

The next day, when Seungcheol is getting ready for office, you walk into the room already dressed up and before he could scold you're handing him the invitation card.

"I had visited your office yesterday with the purpose of giving you this invitation card.", you smile, "There's a competition and I'm gonna perform. It's in a month later, so please clear your schedules ahead. I hope you'd come."

You are already dejected because you're sure he won't be attending but there's still a silver lining in your heart which makes you think he might come and watch you perform.

While Seungcheol takes a look at the card, you are rushing out saying him bye.

The dining table is empty but Seungcheol sits trying to simmer down his curiousity but ultimately fails.

"Did she already have breakfast?", he asks Ms. Oh.

"No", she answers with concern, "When I asked her, she said something about having classes throughout the day, because she couldn't take those yesterday. Also, she said she'd be returning late at night."

"Her phone has been ringing since early morning", she adds, "She was waiting for you get up so she could give you the invitation card.", a smile spreads across her lips, "She gave one to me as well."

Seungcheol knows your dedication towards music and he is aware that the academy is your lifeline.

You had to skip breakfast and now that you have another set of classes lined up, you are running on heels to grab quick lunch. The competition season are meant to be hectic for the tutees as well as the mentors. And you being the only one with Cello being the instrument it's getting tougher.

It's 2 at night when you are finally done with the classes as well the paperwork. You check your phone and among the enormous amount of calls and texts your mood deflates when none of them belonged to Seungcheol. What did you expect? He's probably happy with you off his tail. You're not sure why but suddenly you think it's better to stay the night at the academy to avoid the hassle. You've pulled this before as well and it's convenient when you have to take early classes.

It's not like anyone is waiting for you at home.

This goes on for the whole week. You barely get to spend time at home. Early mornings you would sneak into your husband's room whom you dearly miss, just to catch a glimpse of his pretty face while he's asleep. And it becomes a habit, you press a soft kiss on his forehead each time carefully because he's light sleeper.

Despite knowing everything, despite of the hectic schedule Seungcheol is pulling you in for another event. Even though you tried to decline he's not listening. So here you are in another event that is making you sick.

You catch a breathe when you spot Eunsoo attending the same event.

"I barely see you these days", she says leaning against you.

"Only the people in the academy see me all the time.", you gruff, "I'm already so tired and now I had to attend this event."

"Seungcheol won't let you catch you a breathe.", Eunsoo laments, "How are you both doing? Any progress made?"

You sigh wishfully, "I really wish. Though he doesn't scowl as soon as I come in the periphery of his vision, he still can't quite tolerate me."

"Have you ever thought of telling him the truth?", Eunsoo asks.

"It will beat the purpose of hiding it at first place itself.", you say as you look at your husband talking with which you assume is a business partner, "It would hurt him a thousand times more than it did. It's for his sake."

"What if he doesn't change? How long are you going to keep on trying?"

The question falls on you like a bucket of ice cold water.

As long as your heart prevails, you think.

"What are your plans for Tuesday?", Eunsoo cocks her brows comically, "Can we meet atleast?"

"Honestly, I wanna catch a breathe.", you say tiredly, "But you all won't let me do that."

"It's your birthday bitch, stop being a granny.", Eunsoo rolls her eyes, "I'm not sure whether your dickhead husband knows it or not, we won't let you mop over him."

Your heart hurts. Ofcourse Seungcheol remembers but he won't acknowledge it as for you know.

"I have made a prior appointment so you can't cancel on us", she tugs at your arm.

"Ok fine, anyways I have taken the day off.", you say, "But let's spend it at Mingyu's house. Also, nothing too fancy please."

"Noted Ma'am. I'll go catch up with Miyeon.", she says and leans in to whisper in your ear, "Your husband is literally undressing you with his eyes, gross.", and then she walks away.

You do everything to passtime but never once look at Seungcheol. Because whenever you've swept your gaze it's always some random lady trying to leech onto your husband and him never ushering them away. You know he's doing it on purpose just to irk you but for the past few days it's getting to you.

Like now, your presence feels like a joke.

Blame it on exhaustion, blame it on lovesickness, there are tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

And that's why you're standing at the balcony of a deserted area frantically wiping your eyes and cheeks. Seungcheol wouldn't even notice if you're gone, that thought itself brings another bout of fresh tears to your eyes.

As the cool breeze grazes your face and arms, your mind lingers back to the past few months since you've been married. When you were mentally preparing nerve will to get back Seungcheol, he was also equally preparing to get back to you.

You might have underestimated Seungcheol's pettiness. You might be questioning your determination now.

"What are you doing here?", you are wiping your tears once again upon hearing Seungcheol's voice.

"Nothing much.", you say dismissively, "I think I'm gonna head out now. You can stay, no need to be bothered."

As you're walking out, a strong grip makes you halt in steps.

"Let's leave.", he says when you look at him before walking out of the venue hand in hand. The ride back to home is heavy. It sits on your chest.

"Everyone deserves a second chance, Seungcheol.", your voice cracks, "You know me all too well, you know how to throw a jab. But this is me trying."

Seungcheol is skeptical, about you, about everything you say, not his fault, you have made him the man he is today.

"I know you love to win.", your blootshot eyes look at him, but they hold so much grievance within them, "I might as well let you win this time."

The door shut echos throughout the house, just as your words echoes in Seungcheol's head.

"Isn't that Wonwoo?", you squint your eyes one more before confirming.

"Wonwoo!", you call him out and the later get startled and once spotting you freezes on spot.

A tutee you have been mentoring has her mother admitted in the hospital whom you've been visiting regularly.

"What are you doing here?", you ask him and notice his dilated pupil.

"Are you okay--"

"Mr. Jeon", you see a doctor standing beside him say, "Your brother's condition has deteriorated and if we delay the surgery it will cause more implications.", his voice turns grimer,"The reports don't look good, please let us know your decision as soon as possible."

Wonwoo collapses on the floor as soon as the doctor leaves.

"Oh my god, Wonwoo!", you hold him, make sit on the chair and bring him a glass of water.

You panic when the man in front of you suddenly bursts into tears. With no idea what's happening, how to console him, you watch him quietly as he pours his heart out.

Once he calms down, you take him to the nearby cafe. Wonwoo isn't a guy of many words so as expected he's keeping his mouth shut when you ask him. Bonus, you know he hates you.

When you almost threaten him with digging information yourself and calling Seungcheol, he pleads you not to do so. That's when you come to know that his brother has been suffering from a rare disease and has been hospitalized since last three years. Seungcheol knows about this and has already been paying Wonwoo generously so he could cover the bills. But his brother needs a series of surgeries which would cost a lot more and what's more devastating is it doesn't even ensure recovery.

"Have you talked to Seungcheol about this?"

Wonwoo vigorously shakes his head, "He has already been paying me a lot more than promised. I can't leech of him."

"He's not only your employer, Seungcheol's your friend as well.", you tell him, "Fine you don't have to ask him, how much do you need?"

His eyes go wide and he thinks he has misheard.

You are smiling when you place your hand upon on his on the table affirmingly, "Let me help you please. I know you don't consider me as a friend, but I do."

"No. Never. I shouldn't--"

"It's not for free.", you say and Wonwoo gulps nervously.

"Y/N, please. I can't take help from you. I won't be able to repay you."

"Then I'm telling Seungcheol--"

"Ok fine.", Wonwoo says hesitantly, "Please tell me how I could repay you?"

You smile mischievously, "Well for the starters you can stop being a bitch to me."

Wonwoo gapes at you and when laughs when he finally gets the joke.

"Thanks Y/N. I'll be forever indebted to you."

"Wonseok will be recover soon."

He nods, "Hopefully.", he's a little hesitant but thinks that there's never a right time more than this to bring this up.

He takes a deep breath and asks, "I overheard your conversation with Mr. Choi that night at the mansion."

He watches you freeze.

"I think it has something to do with.....", he doesn't speak it out and continues cautiously, "I might sound rude, but please tell me all of it because no matter how much I think about it now, it's not making sense."

You're hot on heels. You think you should immediately run away but that was never an option so it isn't as now.

"I'll tell you", you say fumbling with your fingers, "but first promise that you won't tell Seungcheol."

"Are the papers ready?", Seungcheol asks Jiah while going through some documents on his laptop.

Jiah's ear to ear grin says it all. She fishes out a file from her bag and hands it over to Seungcheol.

"What will happen if I take her lifeline away from her?", a sinisteric smile splits across his lips. His disgust, pettiness and hatred towards you have only curved into a humungous ball ever since he saw you again.

He hates when you claim to be his wife, he hates when you act as if the betrayal never happened, he hates the sight of you. So he has been waiting. Waiting for the right time to break your bones.

He wants nothing but for you to have the taste of your own poison.

"When are you planning to strike the hammer?", Jiah asks excitedly.

Seungcheol smirks, gazes at the pages of the flat open file, "This is gonna be interesting. The more buildup, the more pain. I'll be the one to nail the coffin, when the time is right."

He's already imagining your deserted state and the rush he's feeling through his body is impeccable.

He checks the calendar and your birthday pops up. Let it be the start, he plots.

Tuesday rolls in a blink of an eye with you currently groaning because your phone keeps on ringing disrupting your long planned sleep schedule.

"Mom", you grumble into the phone, "Let me sleep..."

"Happy Birthday to our precious!", you hear both your parents wish from the other end, "I'll be making all your favourite food, please come soon. Your dad has even baked your favourite cookies", you hear some rumbles before she continues, "and burnt his hands in the process."

You are not surprised, not at all.

"I'll be there in an hour.", you inform, "I have plans with my friends as well."

"And what about Seungcheol?", your father asks and you're quick to dismiss it.

Battling the urge to sleep for the whole day, you finally separate yourself from your bed. You have your whole day planned ahead and not a thing in it includes Seungcheol.

Before you could stow away, Ms. Oh catches you, making you drink the seaweed soup. You gulp down the delicious soup while your brother, who's out the country for attending yet another business matter facetimes you.

The day goes by you getting pampered by your parents who don't let you leave until it's Eunsoo, Mingyu & Seungkwan who physically had to barge into your parents house to take you away.

You are pleasantly surprised to see Wonwoo already waiting for you by the car.

"He's a gang member now.", Mingyu declares happily.

Another round of cake cutting and recieving gifts before you all catch up and drink to wash away the worries of life. Every time your phone dinges, you anticipate it to be from the one who hogs your mind but it's never him.

You decided to call it a night, thanking your friends happily and bidding them farewell as Wonwoo who on purpose kept low on drinking to drive you back home.

It's almost 11, you check the time while entering. You are crossing the hallway when you notice something on the centre table, a 3 tier red velvet cake sitting on it. Not trying to mind it, you are beelining towards your bedroom when you Seungcheol walks out of it.

"Happy Birthday, Y/N.", he wishes you with crescent eyes and toothy smile which makes you think you had one too many drinks so now you're hallucinating.

It's not until Seungcheol holds your hands, you snap of it.

"We've still got sometime until it's midnight", he then turns you back to hallway, "Let's cut the cake."

You push all the brewing questions at the back of your mind. For once you want to be happy without thinking of causes or consequences.

When you cut the cake, Seungcheol sings the birthday song. He makes you take a bite of your favourite cake before you could feed him. He brushes the cream off his fingers onto your cheeks and nose. Just like the old days, when you both dated.

The music starts all of a sudden and he's taking your hands. Your feet dance perfectly to the rhythm because you both have done this before, for many times.

As your heart soars, you try to blink away the tears. But also, unknowingly you're falling into your husband's woven webs of opacity.

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[voltronisanobsession]

A small teen wolf thought I had

I’m really missing season 1 Stiles, so let’s imagine him having a crush on reader😍

We all know how Stiles had an enormous crush on Lydia, it was absolutely devastating tbh. Like this dude was lowkey devoted to her💀💀

So what if a new student (reader) moved into town and it’s love at first sight for him. He’d bump into you after rambling to Scott about whatever was on his mind and knocks your binder and books to the ground.

Helping you pick up your stuff, right when he’s giving you your notebook, he’d look up and just. Stare. Cuz ZOOWEEMAMA YOURE ABSOLUTELY STUNNING IN HIS EYES

You’re busy thanking him and apologizing for the collision, waiting for him to let go of the notebook, voice slowly fading out when you notice him just staring at you with his mouth slightly open.

“Thanks for helping me. Can I have my book?”

“Uh huh.”

“…”

“…”

“Stiles, you know you have to let go of the notebook.” Scott is trying his best not to slam his head in a locker when his friend still doesn’t let go LMAO

Your chuckle snaps him out of whatever daze he was in, causing him to blush and apologize awkwardly. You’d smile at him and in good nature, joke about it and walk away, leaving him in awe.

Most people would normally give him the stink eye, but seeing how you joked about it made his heart flutter a bit.

Everything is HISTORY after that. If you have any classes with Stiles, you already KNOW he’s gonna try and sit as close to you as possible. Teacher assigns partner or group projects? He’s springing out of his seat and going to you first. You both have the same lunch period? He’s inviting you to sit with him and his friends. You’re having trouble with a certain class? Man, he’s already offering to help you after school, you’ll nail that test with flying colors!

You just get him! You like his sarcasm and MIRACULOUSLY understand his random references from movies and video games! With all the time you guys spend together, his crush on you grows more and more.

You appreciate how Stiles is so interested in the things you like and dislike. You love how he asks why you enjoy a certain movie despite the terrible reviews it got. Why you dislike an artist he just began listening to. You both love the same things, but have different opinions on everything, every conversation flows so naturally with him that you can’t help but develop a crush on him too.

You’ve never met anyone as eccentric and energetic as him, he never fails to bring a smile to your face teehee

Stiles is the type to remember every little, seemingly insignificant, thing about his crush. When your birthday rolls around, this dude has so many gifts ready😭 a warm feeling fills you when you open one gift to see it’s an item you’ve mentioned in a passing convo yall had MONTHS ago

He’s so sweet and kind with you too like don’t get me started. Stiles just enjoys being around you and seeing you happy makes him happy. SEASON 1 STILES IS THE DEFINITION OF PUPPY LOVE LIKE UGGHH

Takes you out on late night drives, barges into your room through the window with any takeout food you’ve been craving. Hed even take you out on a mini ‘date’ to the local arcade!!! his dad sees how much you mean to his son and is super happy that Stiles is happy. Loves when you come over to study with him, he’s always telling you stories about when stiles was younger (he would definitely cover your ears with his hands and speak loudly over his dad LMAO)

I’m telling y’all, stiles having a crush on you is the cutest thing ever, especially if you reciprocate his feelings!!!When you guys get together, cuz it’s not a matter of if with his friends, you’re the ultimate duo.

He’d confess his feelings for you in the most cheesiest way ever, probably during or after a school dance cuz why not.

UGH I NEED TO WRITE MORE STILES STUFF I LIVE HIM SM‼️ HE WAS NEVER THE SAME AFTER SEASON 3😭😭😭

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[mitsies]

PASS IT FORWARD ! ; itoshi rin > rin is only the jealous type when it comes to you.

it’s safe to say you’re a little bit annoyed.

you’ve been best friends with itoshi rin for the longest time– years, at this point– and you think it’s time to end your little streak because he’s seriously pissing you off. the both of you are in class right now, and your teacher, an elderly woman with a fierce temper is yammering about geography or whatnot. there’s a test the following week so you’re really trying your damndest to focus on the gibberish she spews, but it’s proving exceedingly difficult when rin won’t stop bugging you.

every two seconds, it seems, he’s sliding another light yellow sticky note with irrelevant and unimportant messages scrawled onto them. the content is stupid, simply saying things like ‘nice weather outside’ even though it was raining outside and ‘what was the math homework’ despite the fact that he’d quite literally given the answers to you an hour earlier at your lunch break.

it’s getting to be a problem. the pile is mounting on your desk– it’s a blend of pale yellow, lime green, and neon pink squares of paper, one that is growing difficult to conceal beneath your notebook. you give rin, who has the desk next to you, a dirty look to try and get him to stop. he reaches over and places another sticky note on your desk. this one is electric blue and says ‘what class do you have after this.’ it’s the last period of the day.

you open your mouth to whisper something, to maybe tell rin to stop or ask him why the hell he’s being so strange, when you catch your teacher’s eyes. she levels you with a withering glare and you snap your mouth closed. if she were to catch the two of you talking, let alone passing notes, you’d surely be sent to detention after school. and you really, really couldn’t risk that– not today of all days. because today, you’ve got a date. 

a tiny smile cracks your face as you grow giddy at simply the prospect– you had a date. today. in an hour. with a person. rin slides another sticky note onto your desk and it snaps you out of your stupor– you send him another look. he is infuriatingly neutral as you return your gaze to the teacher. rin should know better than to risk detention today, especially when you’d been chatting his ears off about this date all week. he’d always replied with his typical placidity and blunt, harsh remarks. he called the guy’s forehead big and told you that you could probably do better, to which you’d rolled your eyes and asked when he was going to get a date. rin didn’t respond to that.

you’d assumed he had nothing left to say, which was decidedly proven false, now, with how many damn sticky notes he kept passing you. you furtively look around before whipping out your phone and shooting him a text:

you: what the fuck r u doing. stop omg i cant miss my date u know this

you: are u like trying to get me in trouble

and he leaves you on read. you look at him, and he’s staring at you. ‘what,’ you mouth, but he just blinks. there’s another sticky note on his finger. he looks at you and then the teacher– you follow his eyes. she’s looking at the class. you and rin are in plain sight. rin looks back at you and you meet his eyes. desperately, but as subtly as you can, you shake your head because you know what he’s about to do– like when a cat just sits and stares at a glass at the edge of a countertop. it feels like a slow-motion video as rin reaches out, sticky note in hand, and you hear your teacher’s ruler smack against the wall with a force you never thought a little old lady could muster.

“the two of you,” she practically bellows, flashing her ruler like a sword in the both of your faces, “detention! after school. this room for an hour.”

she turns back to the board and you unfreeze, slumping back into your seat and running your cold fingertips across your face. frustration bubbles inside you and you let out a breath sharply, pulling your phone out underneath your desk to shoot your date a quick message to cancel last minute. you refused to look at rin, letting your furious thoughts brew like a storm. what had gotten into him? why was he practically sabotaging you? 

you don’t spare him a glance until everyone else walks out the classroom, to irate to bother. your date had been gracious and offered his condolences, and you felt immensely guilty for canceling so last minute, as well as angry at your best friend. the room was basically empty, now, save for you and him. the teacher leaves, stating that the school personnel who’d be watching over the both of you would be here shortly. you sideeye rin.

“nice work.” your words are sharp and serrated and he flinches, a reaction you’ve never seen from him. you blink and turn to face him. he doesn’t say a word, so you ask, “what the hell was that for?”

he can’t meet your eye, and just shrugs, “dunno.”

you’re usually a lot nicer to him– or, at least, when you’re mean it’s always in a joking-besties-i-love-you way. but you lack your typical kindness as you narrow your eyes at him and snark, “if i didn’t know better, i’d think that was on purpose. good thing i know better, right?”

it’s a challenge, and he knows it. you’re asking him if he meant to get you into detention, if he meant to force you to cancel on your date. and his silence is the only response you need.

you groan as you tip your head back to the fluorescent lights and close your yes, pinching the bridge of your nose. “what the fuck, rin? why would you do that?”

he doesn’t reply again and you sit back up, pulling your leg onto your chair and glaring at him. “well? don’t tell me you suddenly have nothing to say. what happened to all the things you had to say to me?”

again, he winces at your bittered tone. a tinge of guilt makes itself apparent in your chest and you turn your head away, to face the window. rain kisses the glass and your eyes track little droplets in their journey down the pane as if they’re race horses. it’s a minute of pure silence before rin speaks: “i didn’t want you to go out with him.”

you snort a laugh and don’t bother looking at him. his voice is small and maybe you’d feel worse for him if you still weren’t kind of miffed. “that much was obvious, i think.”

“you deserved better.” he’s more firm in this statement, like he believes it more. at this, you turn your head and meet his eyes. “but he liked me. he actually liked me. is that not good enough?”

rin looks genuinely mad, moreso than usual, as he returns your scowl. “he’s not fucking special.”

you blink. he blinks. “what?” you ask. rin keeps staring awkwardly, before putting his head down on the desk. “oh my god, stop brooding. what did you just say?”

“nothing,” his voice is muffled by his arms and you stand, chair scraping the floor as it’s moved by your actions. moving over to the side of his desk, you poke his arm. your best friend looks up and his face is pink as he glowers at you. 

a beat passes and he’s about to bury his face in his arms on the desk again but you speak: “what do you mean, ‘he’s not special?’”

rin’s teeth click together as he stares you down. you’d be a little intimidated if you weren’t so familiar with him. “you implied there’s someone else who likes me.”

“okay.”

“so tell me who.”

“no.”

your eyes light up and rin groans– he knows he’s made a mistake now. “so there is someone.”

“okay.”

“stop okay-ing me. who? do i know them?” it’s almost as if your previous gripes are forgotten, just like that, or maybe you just couldn’t be mad at him for too long. as was your friendship with itoshi rin– easy, easier than most things have come to him. you look around the room, checking for the teacher, before hopping up to sit on his desk, effectively shoving him off and preventing further moping. 

maybe that’s one of the reasons rin fell for you. you could be as headstrong as he was, and your personalities just clicked. you made him better, he thinks. you make him soft around the edges, and you make him fuzzy like a mango seed and warm like a spring-turned-summer day. maybe that’s why itoshi rin couldn’t stand it when you had a date with another person. he let his envy get the better of him and acted before he spoke, because he was stupid and headstrong and dumb like you, because you’ve been rubbing off on him. 

he was your best friend. he had been for years. and he wanted more, more with you. the sticky-notes were his last resort. he wasn’t planning on telling you anything, but his words tripped out of his mouth and now he was here.

“are they on your team? are they tall?”

you kick your legs in the air and your heels click against the silver legs of the desk. rin watches. you tilt your head at him, “how close am i?”

“close,” he mutters, trying to find a place to look that isn’t your legs or your face. closer than he’d like to admit.

“isagi? oh, but he’s not very tall,” you muse. and he can’t take it anymore. he can’t, not when you had a date with someone else today, not when you’re listing off guys who could like you, guys who you could like back, guys who were not him. he can’t do this, watching you slip between his fingers and into someone else’s hands. you’re still sitting on his desk when he says, “it’s you.”

“it’s me? like.. are you saying that i like me? i don’t think crushes work like that.”

he shakes his head, letting out a breath, and looking up at you, “no, no. it’s me.”

“you.. like me?”

rin nods and he’s suddenly so tense and his mouth is dry and he feels sick to his stomach, but he keeps going because he needs you to know, and his hand migrates to your thigh as your skin sparks a fire inside his ribcage. “no one else. none of my teammates. it’s me. i like you.”

he sounds angry still, especially so  when he mentions his teammates, and it’s as if he’s clarifying that no one else deserves you, that you’re perfect for him and just him. you stare at him. he’s looking at you. regret sets in: what did he just say? why did he say that? oh, that was embarrassing. oh, you’re going to say no. oh, you’re going to leave forever.

and then you smile. and you laugh. “i wish you’d just said that.”

he doesn’t miss the heat beneath your skin, and he doesn’t miss the way you spin a lock of hair around your fingers and give him the most bashful expression he’s seen you wear. and he’s proud, suddenly, because he did that. not the guy you had a date with, not one of his teammates, not anyone else– he did that.

you look around the room. “the teacher’s not coming, i don’t think.”

rin follows your gaze– it’s very possible that the teacher might just be late. but he’s not about to pass this opportunity. “you’re right.”

“i say we get outta here, then. i was promised a date today, right? i’d rather it be with you.”

rin’s heart stalls, and then stops, and then sprints a fucking marathon in his chest. you grin at him, and he gives you a half-smile as you take his hand off your thigh and hop off the desk, keeping him in your grasp. you move to take your schoolbag in your hands, but he beats you to it, picking it up along with his own. 

“that sounds perfect,” he manages to get out, “that sounds good.”

✄ this was written for the mitsies 3k follower event using the prompt 'they get you both in detention because they were passing you notes on purpose so you miss your date with someone else'

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[cinnajun]

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: 365 days | pgw

summary | the first year of your relationship with park gunwook, quantified by 12 separate events.

genre | park gunwook x fem!reader, high school!au, very slice of life, fluff, angst, y/n is bisexual, roughly 1 month has passed in between every part

warnings | jealousy + attempted sabotage, the horrors of girlhood (insecurity, slight mention of beauty standards, comparison)

wc | 12.7k

a/n: if you listen close enough you can hear me screaming in agony ++ can someone please remind me how to think up ideas that don't require several thousands of words

ft. youngeun and yeseo from kep1, boys planet/redstartz junhyeon, ppl i made up

i. confession

Tears bunch in your eyes as you sit behind your school building, the intensifying heat of spring embracing you like a warm hug. You feel devastated like someone had just stabbed you through the heart and left you to bleed.

“I think you’re overreacting, [First].” Youngeun’s voice is gravelly over the phone yet still uneasy, overall impacted by the sound of her gym class. Yeseo, who’s sitting next to you, hummed, although you weren’t sure if she was agreeing with Youngeun or not. “I mean, is it so bad he knows? It was bound to happen, probably.”

“Well, no, it wasn’t,” you stuttered, trying to keep the urge to sob and scream at bay. “And, to be fair, that’s not what I’m worried about. I’m worried about what else Yukyung was telling people without me knowing.”

Youngeun begins to speak but doesn’t get more out than a squeak, and you can almost imagine her opening and closing her mouth in an instant. Yeseo picks up the slack, saying, “Well, it’s worse to assume than to deal with the facts. Yukyung, for whatever reason, told Gunwook about your crush on him and showed him the texts, and it’s getting out among our classmates. In my opinion, there’s one course of action you should take.”

“Which is?”

“Youngeun tells Gunwook that you want to talk to him after school, and then you talk to him after school.”

You groaned audibly and Youngeun gasped, presumably in horror. You stared at her in exasperation, letting a single tear fall down your face. Yeseo wiped it off with her cardigan’s sleeve, frowning at you. “I mean, the worst that could happen is that he doesn’t feel the same way and you feel embarrassed for a couple of months. And we all unfriended Yukyung pretty much instantly, so she won’t be around anymore.”

“Doesn’t matter, still happened,” you replied. “I don’t want to see him ever again. I’d rather die than see him again.”

Yeseo put a hand on your back, while Youngeun yelped at the sound of a basketball hitting the closet she was hiding in. “I’ll ask him, and you’re gonna do it, [First]. You can’t skip a week of school during the first week of school.”

“Who said I was going to skip?”

“Every time you’re minorly embarrassed by something you skip school,” Yeseo said, looking at you like you were insane. “Like that one time you got a bad score on our math midterms during our first year and the teacher asked you what happened in front of everyone, so you skipped 2 days and sulked in your room.”

“That was warranted,” Youngeun commented, which caused Yeseo to glare at the phone. “But! Not the point. For all you know, Gunwook could like you back, and you’ll be able to say you had a boyfriend in high school. Right?”

“The chances of that are incredibly low,” you whined, drawing your knees up to your chest and burying your head in between them. “We’ve barely even talked. We just sit kind of next to each other during our cram classes, and that’s it.”

“He could be delusional too!”

“Are you calling me delusional?”

“The bell is about to ring,” Yeseo cut in, grabbing your phone out of your hands. You immediately popped out of your fetal position, reaching for it as quickly as you could. “Youngeun, leave the supply closet and ask him, please. Pick a location and text the groupchat. [First] and I have to go back to the classroom so we don’t get in trouble for skipping our study block.”

With that, she hung up and left you to your devices. The day passed agonizingly slowly after that, and you found yourself struggling to focus on anything your teacher said. At some point during your study block, Yukyung had left, leaving you alone at your desk with no seatmate to annoy or watch (not that you wanted her there, anyway) for the day. That was likely out of embarrassment, too, as now your classmates, who generally liked you, weren’t as sure on how to deal with the newfound information.

The only other thing worth noting was that, during your 5-minute break in between classes, Yeseo told your homeroom teacher what happened and she approved you switching hers and Yukyung’s desks after school, but, other than that, you felt your sanity whittling away by the minute.

Youngeun had haphazardly chosen a tree behind the gym, typically reserved for successful confessions, because she’d been staring at it out the window as she talked to Gunwook (which she described as the scariest conversation of her life) and didn’t know where else would work.

According to her, he’d blushed as she asked, accepting on the pretense that it wouldn’t take long because he promised his older brother that he’d get dinner with him that night. Initially, you lamented over the fact that you wouldn’t have anyone to stare at during your after-school classes, but it quickly dawned on you that he thought you were going to confess to him (which was true—you were going to confess to him).

Then, when you got done with class for the day, one of your classmates—Gyuvin—hit you on the shoulder on the way out with a quick “good luck!”

It took Yeseo dragging you to the gym and offering you $20 and a free fun drink afterward for you to get used to the idea you were doing this, and about another 3 minutes of you panicking at her in a hushed whisper while she told you to get over yourself. Then, Youngeun sprinted over, panting and still half in her gym clothes.

“You didn’t change after gym?”

“Not the focus! You’re actively making him wait!” she choked out, apparently exhausted from her mad dash. You rolled your eyes, dropping your bag down next to them and taking a deep breath.

“If I throw up on him, I’m going to kill you.”

With that, you began your death march to the tree, where Gunwook stood, scrolling through his phone. The sight of him made your stomach explode with butterflies, which you tried to shut down given your (supposed) fate of rejection. You were mentally preparing yourself to be in turmoil for the next few days, but deep down, all you wanted was to rewind time to when you told Yukyung about your silly, little crush and stop it from ever happening.

Your crush on Gunwook was never meant to go anywhere but your brain, and now you were walking up to him, about to pour out feelings that were half-manufactured by Yukyung convincing there was a future that would come with them.

“Hi,” you managed, causing Gunwook to spin around and shove his phone in his pocket.

“Hi,” he replied, scratching his neck as if he was unsure what to do with his hands. “Um, how are you?”

It was a stupid question, and you could tell he knew that. Of course you wouldn’t be doing well—one of your best friends told the entire world (him, and then one of his friends leaked it to the rest of the school) your entire life story (a single crush).

“Could be better.”

“Yeah.”

You looked off to the side, seeing Gyuvin and Junhyeon, who you knew were close to him, watching from a second-story window in the school building. You tried to ignore it, but you knew you’d hyperfocus on it now.

“Look, I’m sorry,” you finally breathed out, twiddling your thumbs. “Yukyung—I don’t know what to say that you don’t already know. I guess I have a bit of a crush on you. Sorry.”

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?” he asked, sounding genuinely perplexed. You looked back up at him, shrugging.

“Well, it’s weird. We don’t really know each other, and then a girl you don’t know very well is suddenly telling you that I’m head over heels for you.”

“You’re not?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say it that way, no. Just a crush. Not much else.”

You thought there would be a weight off your shoulders once you managed to say it to his face, but it was, quite literally, the opposite. Your stomach was tightening up and your throat was closing, but you didn’t move, just staring him in the face.

“So it would be awkward if I professed my undying love for you right now.”

You flinched at that, frowning. “That was kind of mean.”

Gunwook’s face dropped when you said that, and he shook his head rapidly. “No, not—I wasn’t making fun of you, I swear. I promise. It was a bad way of saying I have a crush on you too. Sorry. Uncalled for. Didn’t mean it.”

The words fell from his mouth like an avalanche, and all you could do was stare at him in awe. “Wait, really? Why?”

“Why? I don’t know. We spend a lot of time together, even if we don’t talk often,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “We were in the same class for our first year, then we started at the same cram school, and now we sit near each other. You’re entertaining to watch when you’re taking notes.”

“You stare at me in class?” you asked, genuinely shocked at his admission. You thought you stared at him enough during the same classes that it was impossible he could’ve been doing the same thing. Apparently, he was good at catching you when you weren’t watching his every move. “Creep.”

“Like you don’t? If I’m a creep, what are you? You’re way worse than I am,” he replied. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter. What now?”

You tapped your chin, looking back over at the window Gyuvin and Junhyeon had been in. They were gone now, presumably to meet Gunwook when your conversation was over. “We could try being a ‘thing.’”

“A thing?”

“I don’t think we know each other well enough for like—I don’t know, for me to call you boyfriend,” you replied. “So we can just be a ‘thing.’ No strings attached! And we can go on a date or two. Maybe.”

“A date or two? Whereabouts?”

You smiled, and he did too; you were shocked at how well he managed to goad information out of you. You tended to say things but never follow up on them, not unless you were pestered over and over again—it had taken Yeseo nearly a year to get it down.

“Do you like the zoo? Recently, I’ve been wanting to go to the zoo. They have a new baby bear—cub?—that I wanna see. Perhaps on Sunday? Are you free then?”

“I might be free on Sunday,” he said, handing his phone out of his pocket. He unlocked it, pressing a couple of buttons before handing it to you with an empty contact screen open. “How about we talk about it later? I’m late for meeting my brother.”

You typed in your name and number, sending yourself a quick text so you’d be able to initiate if you felt he didn’t text you fast enough. “Sounds good to me. I’ll see you later. Tell your brother I said hello.”

“Okay, sounds good,” Gunwook chuckled. He reached out and ruffled your hair, giving you a wide, bright smile that could’ve overpowered the sun if he tried hard enough. “I’ll see you later, so we can start our ‘thing.’”

“Yup, bye-bye. See you tomorrow.”

ii. lunchtime

You and Gunwook, mostly on purpose, don’t spend a lot of time together at school. Sometimes, you say hi and smile at him when you walk into his classroom to grab Youngeun, but, other than that, you keep it separate.

For one thing, it makes it easier to keep it “no strings attached,” as you’d proclaimed the day Yukyung briefly ruined your life, but it also was somewhat fun for you and him to not address what happened. Thanks to Gyuvin, half—if not all—of your grade had heard about it, and someone had spotted the both of you under that god-forsaken tree, but you hadn’t said a thing.

For you two, it was like nothing had happened, and, for everyone else, it was like a bomb they were just hoping would go off. It was fun—like you were living out a cliche, teen drama.

So, when Gunwook sauntered into your classroom in the middle of your lunch period, proudly holding a bottle of special juice you briefly talked about wanting, you were somewhat shocked. For the most part, you weren’t mentally prepped to interact with him during the day, especially as Yukyung watched on with her new couple of friends from the corner of the room.

You, Youngeun, and Yeseo stared at him as he approached, Gyuvin following close behind. He put the drink down in front of you, a proud smile on his face. “Look,” he said, gesturing towards it, so you looked. It was a brand of juice—they advertised it as a “smoothie,” but it was just slightly thicker juice—that you’d enjoyed a lot on a trip to the United States that you’d gone on a while back.

You hadn’t seen it once in Korea, even after taking Yeseo with you to search for it for hours. “Where in the world did you get this?” you spluttered out, picking it up. It was chilled, too, as if he’d been keeping it in a refrigerator (or, an insulated lunch box with an ice pack in it).

“He didn’t,” Gyuvin snorted, putting an arm around Gunwook’s shoulder. “Junhyeon did while he was in Busan this weekend.”

Gunwook hit him hard on the chest, clearing his throat. “Do you like it? Are you excited?”

“The right flavor and everything,” you replied, a surge of joy running through you. “Thank Junhyeon for me, okay?”

Gunwook scoffed, mumbling, “It’s not like I didn’t pay him back twice the price or anything,” under his breath. You held up your fist, to which Gunwook stared at it, somewhat dumbfounded.

“What?”

“You want a fist bump from me?” he asked incredulously. You nodded, exaggerating the movements to make it seem like he was missing the obvious. So, he bumped your fist with his, shaking his head. “See you after school, [First].”

“Yup, I’ll see you.”

And you watched him walk out, Gyuvin in tow—and, from the corner of your eye, you saw Yukyung watching his every move, up until he left the classroom.

iii. field trip

The third-year field trip was something you’d looked forward to for a long time—as a way to force students to take a break from their studying, your school sent all the first years to some fun location, paying for most of it with donations they got from alumni and parents.

This year, they’d had the bright idea to send you all to Hawaii, which had been both shocking and exciting. The farthest they’d ever sent anyone was Jeju, and that was a few years ago; but, they’d got some huge donation this year and decided to splurge.

So far, the trip had been fun, for the most part. On the airplane, you’d forced Gunwook to sit next to you so that you could hold his hand every time the plane shook (he’d laughed at you over your fear of turbulence, but you were too aware of the fact that he was rubbing your hand with his thumb to care). Almost all of your classmates, to whom you had not disclosed the nature of your “thing” yet, had stared at you every time they walked past. About halfway through, Youngeun, who’d volunteered to be the third wheel, leaned over and told you she was pretty sure the news was making its way down the plane, and people were getting up to fact-check it for the row members.

“That’s stupid,” Gunwook laughed, pulling your hand onto his tray table. “Doesn’t everyone know [First] is just afraid of planes? Nothing else going on here, not at all.”

Then Yeseo had popped her head above her seat and turned around to face you, an eyebrow raised. “Have you two kissed yet?” she’d asked out of nowhere, to which you shrugged.

“Why would we kiss when nothing is going on?”

Then, upon arrival, you and Gunwook had sat next to one another on the bus to the hotel, to which you’d promptly fallen asleep on his shoulder (since you didn’t sleep much on the plane) for the entire ride. You woke up to him holding your hand again, scrolling through his phone haphazardly.

After that, you’d had all eyes on the both of you—when you got to the hotel, while you were listening to your teachers give instructions, while keys were being handed out. And, as a result of what you assumed was anxiety over not knowing English, Gunwook and his two friends, Junhyeon and Gyuvin, followed you, Yeseo, and Youngeun around for the entire trip.

Then, on the third day of the trip, Gunwook asked if you’d want to go on a date with him. The idea was silly to you—not because you didn’t want to, but because you were two teenagers going on a date on your almost-all-expenses-paid trip to Hawaii.

That’s what you were doing now. It was the day before you were to head back home, and Gunwook had, for lack of a better word, taken you out. To a fancy restaurant—where he made you translate the entire menu and order for him—and to get some sort of fancy pineapple dessert afterward. Now, you were strolling on the beach, watching the sun fall below the horizon slowly but surely.

“How much longer until curfew?” you asked, turning around to face him. You continued walking backward, lacing your hands together behind your back.

“About half an hour. We’re close enough to the hotel that we don’t have to start walking back now, but we should think about it soon.”

You hummed, stopping abruptly. You faced the shoreline, listening to the sound of the waves draw in and out like breaths from a sleeping person. It was so alive, yet not at the same time, and it mesmerized you; you’d never seen an ocean like this before.

“You look pretty tonight,” he mused, staring at you rather than the ocean. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the comment.

“Look at yourself in the mirror.”

“I’m not pretty, I’m beautiful, thank you very much.”

A question was bubbling up in your throat now, much like the water in front of you. You felt a surge of anxiety wash through your stomach, and you were mentally transported back to that tree from a couple of months ago. The pure embarrassment you felt was gone and replaced with a sort of hope that was more painful than uplifting, as if it was a glass cup teetering on the edge of a table.

“I have a question,” you started, banishing the unease from your stomach.

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, raising his eyebrow. He wouldn’t look away from you, no matter how much you tried to focus on the sight in front of you. A crooked smile bloomed on his face which should’ve quelled your worries in an instant, but, for some reason, it only made them worse. “I suppose I have an answer for you.”

“Do you?”

“I just might, if you manage to ask the question.”

“Okay, here I go,” you said, mustering up all your courage and turning to face him. His eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and you immediately felt discouraged just looking at him. He was right—he was beautiful, almost impossibly so. Yet, here you were, boring and average, barely even able to hold a T to him. Plus, the only reason you were even here was because someone you’d considered a best friend had told him you liked him, and now you were getting into your head over something that was long over.

His smile dropped a bit when he (most likely) realized you were panicking a bit, but he didn’t say anything, simply waiting patiently for you to continue. You forced yourself to regain focus, shaking your head as the image of Yukyung permeated in your mind. He grabbed both of your hands as a way to help soothe the worry, and it worked as well as it could, pulling you back into reality.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend, maybe?” you finally asked, watching as his face lit up against the sun.

“Do I?” he asked back, allowing himself to smile fully. “This is the best question I’ve ever been asked. Seriously.”

“Seriously?”

Gunwook giggled, swinging your hands around a bit. “Can I kiss you? Pretty please?”

“Can you?” you mimicked, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks. Gunwook giggled again, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. It was slow and sweet, his lips soft and tasting slightly of the pineapple you’d had earlier. He laughed and smiled through the entire thing, squeezing your hands in delight before letting go and wrapping his hands around your waist. As cliche as it was, you draped your hands around his neck, starting to giggle too.

When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours, still chuckling in delight. “This is so exciting,” he said, rocking you back and forth on the sand. “I’m so excited. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this for my entire life, you know? Even if I’ve only known you for three years. I can’t explain it—it’s unexplainable. I’m so excited.”

“You know what, I’m getting the idea you might be excited.”

And Gunwook shut you up with another elated kiss, ending your night in an impenetrable wall of pure joy.

iv. sleepover

Your parents were adventurers and you decidedly weren’t, which often meant you had your house to yourself. It was nice, mostly because it allowed you to spread out all your study stuff on the dining room table and do all of your work right then and there without your parents talking to you every 20 seconds.

Sometimes, though, things didn’t go as planned, and you had to do things you didn’t want to do. Namely, spend the night in the house completely alone. Every creak or thump made your heart beat out of your chest, which ended up in you taking a knife and a flashlight through the entire house with the emergency number pre-dialed.

Oftentimes, it ended with you not sleeping and then having to miss school because of over-exhaustion.

You were sitting in your living room while on the phone with Gunwook (he claimed you were moral support for his studying) when your mom texted you, the message starting with a bunch of emojis, which was her way of beginning a message with bad news.

“Oh god,” you said, cutting through the hour-long silence you’d maintained with your boyfriend.

“Huh? What’s up?”

“My mom texted me. There’s some huge accident on the freeway, so they’ve got the entire thing blocked off. Traffic is awful on other routes so they’re just going to pull off to a motel and sleep there tonight.”

“Oh no,” he said, and you could tell he was preoccupied with whatever math problem he was doing. “House to yourself, I guess?”

“I’m glad it’s Saturday,” you said, frowning. “I’m not gonna get any sleep tonight.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t like being completely alone in the house. I’m convinced someone’s gonna come in and kill me.”

“Hmm,” Gunwook hummed, pausing briefly. “I could come over and stay the night? I’ll leave early in the morning so they don’t find out I was there.”

Realistically, you knew you should say no because the chance of your parents finding out about Gunwook terrified you, but you had poor judgment and liked your boyfriend too much to turn down seeing him. “Would you actually? It’s kind of late, and I wouldn’t want to make you walk that much in the dark.”

“It’s not that far of a walk,” he said, and you could hear him packing his school stuff already. The sound of pencils clinking against pencils and books closing made you feel all warm and fuzzy—instead of studying for the test that was going to decide his fate as an adult, he was coming to make sure you felt comfortable and safe.

“Oh yeah, because 30 minutes is ‘not that far.’ Just get it over with and tell me you’re in love with me.”

Gunwook cleared his throat at your quip, choking on air. You snickered, finding how flustered he got at the “L-word” quite cute (as if you wouldn’t do the same thing). “I’ll be there shortly.”

He hung up the phone without saying bye, most likely out of embarrassment, which made you feel proud of yourself. And, true to his word, he showed up about fifty minutes later, balancing his school backpack on one arm and another bag on the other. “Do you know how hard it is to jump out of your window with two bags?” he asked, walking into your house as if it was his own. You wondered if he cared about the fact that he’d never actually been inside before, given he’d only ever walked you home, but you assumed his unwillingness to do his usual hello-and-hug meant he was somewhat flustered by it.

“Are you moving in, or something? What’s in the bags?”

“Well, I can’t stay the night without all my nighttime stuff,” he huffed, breezing past you and dropping his bags off next to the stairs. You watched him look around frantically, and you somewhat assumed that he’d hung up on you because he’d realized what exactly he had suggested and had no way of backing out of it now (you hoped he hadn’t even thought about backing out).

“You’re such a diva,” you scoffed, shuffling back into your living room and returning to your position on the couch. He sat next to you, leaning against the armrest and putting his legs on top of yours. You rolled your eyes, picking up the remote and pressing play.

“So, what are we watching?”

“Whatever romcom was playing when I turned the TV on,” you replied, keeping your focus on the screen. Suddenly you were feeling embarrassed even though you’d been feeling so egotistical a second ago, as you were realizing you were in more danger here than he was. He’d successfully snuck out (or so he said, but you were pretty sure he probably told his mom and then snuck out the window to avoid his dad finding out), but your parents lived here, and if they got here before you were expecting them, it was over for you.

It dawned on you that you needed to find out when they were planning on getting back, so you wrenched your phone out of your pocket, furiously typing to your mother. Gunwook noticed, pointing at you and laughing. “You were so high and mighty a second ago, and now look at you. Somebody realized they’re going to be in bigger shit than I am.”

“Shut your mouth,” you hissed, watching the little bubble that indicated your mom was typing.

“Maybe we should send her a selfie, huh? Just so she knows a random teenage boy that she doesn’t know is in her house,” Gunwook continued, sucking all of the confidence you’d once had out of the air. “She’d be super excited, right?”

“If you’re not out of my house by 5:30 tomorrow morning, I’m going to break up with you,” you announced, glaring at him. He made a face at you, shaking his head.

“Be glad I like you so much. Waking up at 5:30 is brutal. I didn’t even do that when Gyuvin got his appendix out and texted me thirty times to ask if I’d be there when he got out of surgery.”

“You liar, Gyuvin literally told me that you showed up with flowers and a get-well-soon card.”

Gunwook blushed at that, clearing his throat. “Okay, whatever, fine. Let’s just watch the movie.”

The two of you got about twenty minutes of the romcom in before he checked the time and announced that you were both going to sleep. You said he could go on his own—midnight was early for both of you, and you weren’t the one waking up at 5:30—but he got all whiney, turning the TV off and picking you up from the couch.

You’d gone through the motions of your nighttime routine together, with Gunwook’s being about fifty steps longer than yours. You ended up sitting on the floor while he put on a million serums and waited thirty minutes in between each one, claiming it was to “let each product soak into his skin.”

You texted Youngeun and Yeseo about it, not thinking about the implications behind waiting for him to finish his skincare routine. Immediately, they began blowing up your phone, and you promptly muted your group chat and their individual text threads, not wanting to deal with the onslaught of questions they were likely unleashing onto you.

Then, you looked up to see Gunwook putting on a lip mask. Knowing it was probably the last step in his routine, you hopped up from the floor, staring at the small, pink container that the gel lived in. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to try that out,” you said, not thinking about it too hard. “Is it nice? Does it work?”

“Shouldn’t you know better than anyone whether it works or not?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. You slapped him hard on the shoulder, causing him to yelp in pain. “Okay, geez, yes, it works. Do you want to try some?”

“Oh, can I—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Gunwook leaned down and kissed you somewhat hard, almost causing you to stumble back a bit. Either way, you almost immediately broke it off, incredibly flustered at the act. You slapped him again, although this time it was a million times weaker. “You’re so stupid, oh my god, you cliche loser.”

“Be grateful I was willing to give you any, this stuff is expensive,” Gunwook said, cackling. He put a bit more on his finger, rubbing it into his lips to compensate for what he lost from kissing you. “I thought you liked kissing me, no?”

“I also like the thought of you getting hit by a train. These things aren’t mutually exclusive,” you huffed, looking to the side. “Whatever. I’m going to my room.”

“Ooh, me too,” he said, draping an arm around your shoulders as you walked past him. He kept himself in step with you, flicking the bathroom light switch off as you both exited the room.

“Who said we’re sleeping in the same room?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. Gunwook laughed in your face, causing you to frown.

“Okay, sure, but one noise and you’ll be prancing into the guest room like a scared dog.” “Who said I had a guest room? Go to the couch.” You wiggled out from under his arm, opening the door to your bedroom and flicking the lights on. Gunwook continued following after you, but quickly walked past you and climbed under the duvet on your bed. Somehow, he’d already plugged his phone in and put his bags neatly in the corner of your room—it must’ve been when he walked out to grab his toner pads from his bag—and had settled into your bedroom quite nicely. You stared at him in awe as he yawned, patting the bed next to him.

“It’s bedtime.”

“For you.”

He laughed at you again, patting the bed once more. You shut your bedroom door behind you, turning your phone’s flashlight on and turning the lights off as soon as they’d come on. You shuffled over to the bed, sliding in next to him and cuddling up to him. He reciprocated, putting an arm on your waist and giggling.

“You giggle too much.”

“Good night, [First]. I won’t wake you up tomorrow morning, but I’ll be out by 5:30. Promise.”

Even though you weren’t tired, you fell asleep like a baby next to Gunwook, basking in the warmth he brought. You were pretty sure you’d fallen asleep before him, actually, but you swore up and down it was because he’d been humming to you and rubbing your back in a way that was more relaxing than you would’ve liked it to be.

So, when you woke up the next morning, the sun barely peeking through your curtains, to find him gone, you felt relief. You groaned, turning over to search for your phone, which was, as always, placed on your bedside table.

You picked it up, barely being able to make out the time—5:01 am. Huh, you thought, frowning. He left earlier than he needed.

And then you looked at your notifications—three texts from your mother.

2:34 am—Hi honey, the motel was uncomfortable and we couldn’t sleep, so we’re getting an early start. I know you get paranoid, and I hope you’re not awake, but texting to let you know just in case you are. Should be there about 4:30.

3:47 am—Update, we’ve hit some early traffic, so probably closer to 4:45. It might still be 4:30 if we’re lucky.

Finally, 4:11 am—We got lucky!!! We’ll be there in 10. Assuming you’re asleep…am glad. Can’t wait to be in my own bed.

You shot up from your bed, suddenly feeling more awake than you’d ever been in your life. With what little sunlight there was, you looked to the corner of the room, clearly seeing two black bags that didn’t belong to you. Then, an extra phone on your nightstand.

Panic set in. You, as quietly as you could, got out of bed, shuffling to the door. With a hand haphazardly placed on the knob, you pulled your door open, cringing at even the slightest of noises. You heard the sound of a glass hitting your table downstairs, and you felt like crying.

Slowly, you tiptoed down the stairs, catching sight of Gunwook, blue sweater on and exhaustion written on his face, sitting across from both of your parents. Breakfast was ready on the table, and Gunwook had a full plate in front of him, but it had barely been touched.

He noticed you first, looking up at you from the table. He looked violently uncomfortable, pleading for you to come save him, and you just about turned around and went back to your room.

“[First],” your dad said, turning his head to look at you. “Why don’t you come join us? I suppose you have a few things to explain.”

v. ice cream

You loved summer for a multitude of reasons—the lack of school, the increase in fun treats, and the overall happiness that came upon everyone during your one month off of responsibility. So, when you caught wind of a fair opening up, you knew you couldn’t pass up going.

Your first invites were Yeseo and Youngeun, since the three of you always spent your summers at amusement parks and pop-ups. But, they’d had the bright idea to invite along your boyfriend and his couple of friends—it would be okay, they said, since there’s three of you and three of them. So, you did, and you were entirely grateful that you had.

You didn’t know Gyuvin or Junhyeon very well before today; Gyuvin tended to follow Gunwook around, and Junhyeon had bought you juice once upon a time, but that was about it. It was the same for Gunwook and your couple of friends, as the most they’d interacted with him was on your plane ride to Hawaii.

Seeing your friends getting along with his warmed your heart, and it had put together a day you would never forget, most likely. About twenty minutes ago, your four accompaniments had made up some excuse as to why they needed to separate from the two of you, which had left you strolling through the fair as the sun was beginning to set.

The sky had erupted into a million different colors, namely pinks and purples, which you were particularly enamored by. You’d endearingly linked your arm with Gunwook’s and you’d been walking through the local artist alley that they’d put up.

“I’m glad it’s cooling down,” you said, staring at a booth where a woman was showing off all of her handmade jewelry pieces, which you found to be quite impressive. “As much fun as a fair is, it always sucks when it’s too hot to enjoy.”

“It wasn’t that hot today, though, was it?” he replied. “I mean, it got warm around 3, but that was just about it. I thought today was relatively tame compared to the rest of the week.”

“Okay, Fireboy, whatever you say. But, for the record, tame compared to the rest of the week doesn’t mean much when it was nearly 35° the other day,” you scoffed. Gunwook chuckled, and you looked over at him, intending on continuing to talk about the heat. But, a booth behind him caught your eye, distracting you from whatever you were planning on saying next.

You unlocked your arm from his, smiling mischievously at him. “Wait here,” you said excitedly, pulling your wallet out of your tote bag. You quickly walked over to the ice cream booth that you’d seen in the distance, the thought of how cold it would be tainting your mind. Even just a little bit of freedom from the heat was enough to sweep you off your feet, at this point.

“What would you like?” the server asked, to which you smiled at her, staring at the menu.

“Um, just two vanilla cones, please,” you said, realizing you had no clue what flavor of ice cream he’d even want. You hoped he didn’t have a terrible disdain for vanilla, but you doubted he did, given you’d never seen him actively dislike any food in your life. You got the amount of money it cost out of your wallet and placed it on the counter, shoving your wallet back in your bag.

The server handed them to you, and you thanked her, turning back around to hobble back to where you’d left Gunwook. And, as you did, you were met with quite possibly the worst sight in the world—he stood off to the side of the jewelry booth talking to someone. Namely, he was talking to Yukyung.

Of course she would be here—before she’d broken your trust, she tagged along on your summer adventures. She was your best friend once upon a time, and now, she was not much other than a bad memory, and she was talking to your boyfriend.

You didn’t know how to describe the feeling it evoked. It wasn’t jealousy—you knew what jealousy felt like, and this was too mellow and depressing to be jealousy. Yukyung looked gorgeous, as she always did, dressed in a pretty, flowy, red sundress that just barely brushed against the tops of her shoes. Her makeup was perfect and rosy to match the dress, and she’d braided white ribbon into her hair, which you thought made her look even more elegant than she had before.

Oh, you thought, biting your lip. This is inadequacy.

You watched them talk, and you watched the way she smiled and the way he seemed uncomfortable just from the way he stood. For a brief moment, you thought they even looked a bit good together, but that thought was quickly washed away when you felt ice cream drip onto your finger.

When you looked back up, she was gone, and Gunwook had gone back to lingering. You shook your head, jogging up to him with a smile. “Happy summer,” you said, handing it out to him. He smiled back at you, taking the ice cream cone from your hand.

“Thank you,” he said, taking a big bite straight from the top. You widened your eyes in shock and your face distorted into one of disgust.

“You bite ice cream?”

“And what about it? Do you have a problem with it?”

“Yeah, actually, I do. That’s weird and strange.”

“You know what else is weird and strange?”

“Huh?”

“The fact that you’re letting your ice cream melt all over your hand.”

vi. overwhelmed

You’re wondering how long you can get away with staying in the bathroom before someone notices that you’ve been gone for much longer than you were expecting. You hug your knees to your chest, playing a mindless game in hopes it’ll calm you down at least somewhat.

You knew this would happen at some point—every upperclassman you’d talked to told you that, in the months approaching your college entrance exams, your mental health would plummet. From panic attacks in the bathroom during math classes to not being able to fall asleep until four in the morning.

You just underestimated how much it sucked to feel like this in the first place. You’re no stranger to stress, that much is certain, but this was much more real. And, this sort of panic hit you anywhere and everywhere—including Gyuvin’s birthday party.

Briefly, you glanced at the time—8:02. You’d been in the bathroom for about 10 minutes, and nobody had come looking for you yet, which was good. The bad news was that you weren’t any closer to calming down and were feeling utterly helpless.

As if you’d jinxed yourself, Gunwook texted you at that very moment, asking where you’d gone. You half-assed your reply, saying you were still in the bathroom taking a break from the chaos, ignoring the temptation to ask him to come help you. It would be mean to Gyuvin and him—so, for the sake of your sanity, you’d stay quiet.

Meanwhile, Gunwook stood in one of Gyuvin’s hallways, staring at his phone. Junhyeon had followed him back as Gyuvin was well entertained by Ricky, who he hadn’t seen in nearly a year, and stood next to him, leaning against the wall.

“Things have been weird lately.” Gunwook frowned, reading over your text again and again. Junhyeon tilted his head inquisitively.

“Weird how?”

“Just…I don’t know, she’s been weirdly distant from time to time. Everything will be fine, and she’ll shut off with no warning. It happens no matter where we are, too—if we’re studying, if we’re walking home, if we’re eating dinner. It’s strange.”

“Could it just be test jitters? I know a lot of couples who broke up in anticipation of the test, with plans to get back together afterward. Like Yuna and Jaechan, in class 4. They did that.”

Gunwook’s frown deepend. “I don’t want to break up with her, though,” he sighed, watching as the typing bubble on your end appeared and disappeared. “Would it be weird to look for her? Like would she find that strange?”

“She probably walked off because she didn’t want to take you away from Gyuvin, but Ricky’s here now, so I don’t think it would be a bad idea, per se,” Junhyeon said, patting his shoulder. “But make sure she doesn’t feel bad taking you away from everything. I think Gyuvin would understand. And Ricky wants to meet her, so no harm in making sure nothing’s wrong.”

Gunwook bit the edge of his lip, shoving his phone into his pocket. Gunwook gave Junhyeon a pat on the shoulder, and he nodded, walking back toward the bulk of the party.

The bathroom was behind a bed sheet curtain that Gyuvin had hung up before the party, with a lame “do not enter” sign taped to it. He’d proceeded to give you, Gunwook, and Junhyeon special permission to break the rules, as the three of you had been in the house before and knew which rooms were okay to enter and which ones weren’t.

The door was closed and the light was on, which meant you’d gone out of your way to go to the off-limits bathroom, where Yeseo and Youngeun wouldn’t be able to find you. He frowned, raising his hand to knock on the door.

Then, he heard a small sniffle behind the door and stopped. Gunwook had never seen you cry—early into your relationship, you’d told him you weren’t a crier, and not many things pushed you to that point. At the time, it had been relieving, as he didn’t know you well enough to even attempt to comfort you.

But, now a good three months had passed, and he still had no clue what to do, which made him feel more stressed than relieved. Nevertheless, now that he knew, he couldn’t just leave you, so he knocked on the door.

Your response was, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Gunwook took that as an invitation to open the door, finding you sitting on the floor of Gyuvin’s bathroom while holding your phone. You weren’t crying, but he could tell you were close to it. He slipped inside, closing the door behind him, and sitting next to you on the ground.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, scooting closer to you so you’d be shoulder-to-shoulder. You shrugged, looking off to the side.

“I’m stressed. You know, with the college entrance exams and graduating stuff, the world is just a lot right now. I didn’t think it would hit here, though, but the number 18 being passed around made me think about it too much. It’s silly.”

“No, it’s not,” Gunwook replied. “It’s okay to be stressed out about something stressful, even if you’re at a birthday party. And it’s okay to tell me because Gyuvin’s friend came to surprise him after he moved to California, so he’s not upset that I’m gone. Okay?”

Your lip quivered a bit, and Gunwook put his arm around you, pressing you into his side. He rubbed your shoulder reassuringly as you sniffled again, obviously having to try harder to keep your feelings in.

At that moment, you wanted to spew everything at him. Your feelings of insecurity towards Yukyung, the stress you felt knowing he was going to get into some fancy university and you probably weren’t, how scary everything was right at this moment.

But, you stayed quiet and chose to burst into tears instead. The moment one tear escaped from your eye, the rest did, too, and you found yourself crying into Gunwook’s chest. He was rocking you back and forth, rubbing your back while you covered his shirt in your tears.

You felt miserable—if you could, you wanted to pause time, run outside, and scream. At what, you were unsure, but you needed it, more than you needed anything else in the entire world. You could only take this for so much longer.

“I’m here for you,” Gunwook whispered, squeezing you gently. “I’ll always be here, I promise.”

You took his words to heart.

vii. wisdom teeth

On day four of Gunwook’s wisdom-teeth recovery, you’d been asked to be his caregiver, which you were okay with. His mom, who was infinitely grateful that you’d offered to take care of her son, assured you that he was technically cleared to go back to normal after day 3, but he was still feeling a bit wonky, and his pain medicine enhanced the wonkiness.

Your jobs were as such: make soup or mashed potatoes when he asked, remind him to clean his wounds if he forgets, and hang out with him. You found the list quite easy and told his mom that you’d make sure he was all good and cared for.

You underestimated, however, how needy your boyfriend would be. The moment you’d walked into his bedroom to wake him up, he attached himself to you, whining about how much he’d missed you over the past few days. He spoke as if you’d gone off to war and left him behind with your nonexistent children, insisting that your absence had ruined his life.

After you managed to make him brush his teeth, spray salt water into his mouth, and eat his breakfast (a bowl of yogurt), he passed out on the couch, leaving you to do whatever seemed appealing at the moment. Initially, you spent your time scrolling through all the selfies he’d sent you of his face all swollen and puffy, which had got you giggling. Then, you had the bright idea to help 

You started by slightly cleaning his room up, feeling pretty good about yourself as you washed his clothes and his sheets. In your mind, you were building a resume to ensure his mom liked you, and you were going to earn extra affection from it, so you didn’t care about the repetitiveness at all.

About halfway through your cleaning adventures, Gunwook appeared in the doorway of his bedroom, staring at you folding the load of laundry you did. “How are you?” you asked, continuing to fold his t-shirts.

“Have I ever told you that you’re perfect?” he mumbled, shuffling over and draping himself onto you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and shoved his face into your neck, nearly knocking you over by putting his entire weight on you without warning.

“Only every day,” you replied, giggling. “Seriously though, how are you? Anything feel off or more painful than it did before you napped?”

“No,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your neck. “Stop sounding like my mom. It’s weird.”

“What do you want me to say? ‘I hope you get dry socket?’”

“It’s better than mom-speak,” he replied. “She’s going to love you after today. Not gonna shut up about it.”

“That’s the entire reason that I’m doing all of this.”

“And not to help out your hurting boyfriend? You’re terrible.”

You scoffed, finishing folding the rest of his clothes. “Are you hungry?”

You patted his arm and Gunwook unattached himself from you, letting you turn around to face him. He rubbed his eyes, shaking his head. “No. I’m so glad you’re here. I missed you a lot.”

“Did you?”

“My mom said I cried about you being at school right after I got out of surgery,” he replied. You widened your eyes, not expecting him to be that forward about it. “I don’t like being away from you for so long. I hope we never, ever separate.”

You smiled, half-heartedly punching him in the shoulder. “I hope you stay this nice even after you feel fully better.”

Gunwook gave you a serious look as if he was thinking hard about something. You waited awkwardly, staring at one another as he sounded out whatever he was thinking in his head. “Over the past few days, I’ve been thinking a lot about something.”

“Which is…?”

“I’m going to say something,” he said, putting his hands on your shoulders. “I’m not expecting a reply. I just need to say it. I’ve thought about it a lot.”

“Okay, go on ahead. I’m listening.”

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as if whatever he was going to tell you was stressing him out. It made you get a bit anxious, wondering if he was going to break some terrible news to you. “Over the past couple of days, I’ve missed you a lot, more than I missed Gyuvin and Junhyeon combined. And it was hard only being able to talk to you through texting, even though I only text my friends for days on end sometimes. And it got me thinking about everything, you know? Because it’s all I’ve had to entertain myself since I got my teeth pulled.”

“Right.”

“I love you, [First]. A lot. And it’s okay if you’re not ready to say that yet, I get it. But I do. Truthfully. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

It felt like a rock was stuck in your throat. You opened your mouth expecting words to come out, but they didn’t—so, you just stood there, staring at Gunwook. He stared back at you, eyes glossy from tiredness and cheeks pink. You weren’t ready—the words were so big and so scary, and it wasn’t that you didn’t love him, you just couldn’t find the words to say it.

Your solution to this was to engulf him in a hug, latching to his waist like you’d done a second ago. No words were needed as he did the same, and, for a while, you stood there, enjoying one another’s company.

viii. mirrors

You don’t remember the last time you’ve felt this gross when looking into a mirror. The dress you’re wearing is gorgeous—it’s long, flowy, and summery, the type of dress that doesn’t look bad on anyone. Yet, staring at yourself right now, you feel utterly disgusting.

It’s the same type of dress you saw Yukyung wearing at the fair, and, when you look at yourself, all you can do is compare yourself to her. Even when you were best friends, this was a problem you had, but it wasn’t nearly as awful when she made you feel safe and loved. Now, it felt threatening and nauseating.

Gunwook knocked on the door of your dressing room, causing you to wince. “[First], are you done? Can I see?”

“Yeah, sure. One second.”

You quickly retied the bow around your waist, hoping it would make you feel a little less awful. It didn’t have the intended effect, but you turned around anyway, opening the door to the dressing room. Gunwook’s expression bloomed into a smile the moment he saw you, but, instead of feeling loved, you only remembered the way he looked at Yukyung with slight disdain at the fair while she wore the same thing.

“You look so beautiful,” he said, which caused you to subconsciously frown. He noticed immediately, his smile morphing into a frown to mirror you. “What’s wrong? Do you not like it?”

You turned around, staring at yourself in the mirror once more. “I don’t feel pretty in it,” you said, trying to be as upfront with your emotions as you could. You saw Gunwook’s jaw drop in his reflection in the mirror as if he couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“How in the world could you not feel pretty? It fits you perfectly, and it’s entirely on theme for your cousin’s wedding. You look gorgeous, I swear. Everyone would agree with me.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, hoping and praying that, if he said it for a third time, the image of Yukyung in your mind would miraculously go away. He nodded earnestly, making the most serious look you’d ever seen him produce.

“One thousand percent. And I’m not just saying it because I’m your boyfriend, I mean it. You look beautiful, and every other synonym of beautiful. I’m serious.”

You nodded, fabricating a smile so you could take it off and put your sweater back on. “Okay, I’ll get it then. I’m sure my mom will agree.”

You shut the dressing room door, fighting the urge to slam your head into the mirror. You just pulled the dress off of you, replacing it with your normal clothes and putting it back on the hanger, swiftly exiting the room so you’d no longer be facing the mirror.

After that, you’d tried to escape the mall as quickly as you could, dragging Gunwook through the corridors like you were on a mission. He’d followed without saying anything, but you could tell he was somewhat confused—and you hoped that confusion would go away when you arrived at the bus stop just as it arrived.

Gunwook knew you better than that, though, shooting you multiple inquisitive looks for the duration of your bus ride. And, the moment you got off, he whistled a small tune, which was a clear sign that he was going to bring it up.

“So, what’s up?”

“What do you mean?” You feigned ignorance, hoping he’d get the message and leave it alone. He wouldn’t, though, and it was now a question of whether he meant today only, or why you’d been acting so strange over the past month or so.

“You’ve been acting weird for a while, [First]. Not all the time, just sometimes, and it has me worried. Did I do something? Or is there something you aren’t telling me?”

“I’m just on edge,” you lied, clearing your throat. “Exams are next month. I don’t like the idea that a single test could dictate the rest of my life, and the idea that, if I do poorly, I have to spend another year studying for it.”

“Are you sure that’s it? You seem fine every time we’re studying, and your grades are good. You don’t ask for nearly as much help as you did a few months ago either.”

“I promise. Things will go back to normal next month, I swear.”

“Okay.”

Great, you thought, kicking a rock on the sidewalk. He knew you were lying, and now you had one month to fix your ex-best-friend troubles before you had to face your issues. And, you had no idea how.

You kicked the rock again, and it flew out in the street, falling into a storm drain, never to be seen again.

ix. exams

Before today, you didn’t think your hands could hurt this bad. Nor did you think your brain could hurt this bad, either.

The moment you walked into Gunwook’s room, you drop everything you’re holding, face-planting into his bed. He laughed at you, and you could hear him neatly placing everything he was holding onto his desk.

“How can you unpack things right now?” you asked, mentally praising whoever created mattresses. “I feel like my brain is short-circuiting.”

“I’m good at school stuff, that’s why,” he replied. Outside, the rain that you’d dealt with walking to his house got worse, and you briefly considered the possibility that you wouldn’t be returning home tonight unless one of your parents were willing to drive to Gunwook’s house. “Do you want something else to wear? Other than your uniform.”

“Really?” you asked, hopping out of his bed. He nodded, opening his drawer and taking out a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants.

“They’ll probably be a little big,” he said, handing them to you. You waved him off, shaking your head.

“They’re not this god-awful uniform, so they’re winners in my book.”

You practically skipped out of his room and into the bathroom, changing into the pajamas he’d given you hastily. They were soft and smelled like the detergent his mom bought (which smelled exactly like you thought Gunwook would smell, back when you just had a delusional crush on him).

Before you went back to his room, you folded your uniform, giving yourself a once over in the mirror. You looked exhausted and you felt it too, overloaded from the hours of straight testing that you’d endured for the sole purpose of going to university. You were so tired you couldn’t even muster the strength to be worried about your test scores.

You shuffled back into Gunwook’s room, shutting the door behind you. He was already laying down, scrolling through his phone and wearing the black-and-white sweater he’d been so obsessed with recently. You put your uniform on top of your bag, which he’d moved to a chair in the corner of his room, before collapsing on top of him and forcing your hands around his waist.

The act caused him to laugh at you before ruffling your hair, kissing you atop the crown of your head. “I’m proud of you,” he said, and you felt his chest rumble as he talked. “I’m sure you did well.”

“Stop being sappy,” you replied, suddenly feeling a lot more tired than you had been. “But I’m proud of you too. I know you did well.”

He hummed, and you assumed he went back to scrolling through his phone, which you weren’t angry about. You had about five minutes before you fell asleep on him, and you were fine spending it in complete silence save for whatever random thought you had.

“Oh, did you see the Yuna-Jaechan reunion? It was, like, dramatic. He gave her some super expensive necklace or something.”

“I didn’t see it, but I heard about it. Junhyeon hasn’t shut up about it. He thinks it’s hilarious.”

“If we’d done the CSAT breakup, would you have bought me a super expensive necklace?”

“We wouldn’t have, but I would’ve bought you the most expensive necklace ever. With Gyuvin’s money.”

“Aw, how romantic.”

It went quiet again, and you felt yourself fading quickly. The rhythmic up-and-down of Gunwook’s chest paired with the rain pitter-pattering against the window was putting you to sleep with ease, to the point where you could barely keep your eyes open.

And then a bright flash and near-immediate thunder awoke you instantly, causing you to flinch hard. Gunwook laughed at you instantly, causing you to feel embarrassed.

“Oh, is someone afraid of thunder?”

“No,” you huffed, closing your eyes again. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Okay, whatever you say. But that jump was pretty intense. I almost thought you were convulsing, was scared that the test had killed you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Good night, [First]. Sleep well.”

Now aware that you were enduring a thunderstorm, the booming noise that came with the rain only added to your sleepiness. Within minutes, you were almost completely asleep, barely able to register when Gunwook laughed at something on his phone or shifted slightly.

“I love you,” he whispered, putting a single hand on your waist. With that, you were asleep and entirely dead to the world for the next few hours.

x. gossip

You didn’t like the way Youngeun was looking at you. She couldn’t keep secrets—it was obvious she knew something, but you couldn’t figure out what exactly she could know.

Yeseo, on the other hand, seemed completely fine, even if Youngeun kept giving her worried glances. She simply drank her juice, mixing her noodles around with seemingly no intent to actually eat them. It was silent at your table, the sun beating down on you as you sat outside the 7/11 you’d all agreed to go to after school that day.

“What is up with you two?” you finally asked, frustrated with whatever was happening. Youngeun winced and Yeseo put her drink down, balancing her chopsticks on top of her bowl of ramen. It was silent for a few moments, and you felt anxiety eating you up.

“There’s a rumor going around,” Youngeun blurted out, causing you to tilt your head. Yeseo crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair.

“It’s not a big rumor. It’s small and contained, and it shouldn’t get much bigger, but we don’t want you to hear it from someone random, or to overhear it when you don’t mean to. We don’t think it’s true, but you deserve to know.”

“Okay, just tell me. I don’t need this huge build-up.”

“There’s a small group, and I mean small group, that think Yukyung and Gunwook are dating behind your back.”

You went quiet, feeling your heart drop into your stomach. Realistically, you knew it wasn’t true—from the way Gunwook talked to you to the way he looked at you, there was no possible way that this was true. The part of you that was borderline traumatized by her sudden switch up on you believed it in an instant, though.

“Do they have any proof?”

“Apparently, they see her talking to him a lot. I mean, she doesn’t hang out in your classroom often, ‘cause her new friends are in mine and Gunwook’s class. And, to be fair, they aren’t wrong, she does talk to him a lot, but he doesn’t like it. It wouldn’t shock me if she’s trying to get him to break up with you, but they’re not dating,” Youngeun said, suddenly sounding a lot angrier than she did before. “I’ve seen him shoot her down several times. But people take it the wrong way, I guess.”

“Long story short, don’t believe it, [First]. We both know it’s not true and if you start hearing it from other people, ignore it. Okay?”

Like the world was playing an awful, cruel joke on you, your phone started ringing, and one look confirmed your suspicions. You picked up, hearing Gunwook’s voice come through, clear as day. “Do you want to see a movie tomorrow?” he asked, skipping over the greeting. Intrusively, you thought, would he go with her, too? “I’ll pay. It’s a showing of a Ghibli movie that Yujin said was good.”

“Sure,” you said, feeling Youngeun’s and Yeseo’s eyes burning through you, as if to say don’t you dare overreact about this. “What time?”

You were going to overreact about it anyway, though. You couldn’t do this, at least not with Yukyung—or, at least the thought of her—breathing over your shoulder at every moment. She meant too much to you that your mind was racing through every single thought you’d had over the past few months.

She was your best friend, and you’re pretty sure that, before Gunwook came into the picture, you were in love with her. You spent hours upon hours with her, and now you spend hours looking through the old pictures that you refuse to delete. You’re stuck on her—not in love with her anymore, but yearning for a friendship you lost—and it’s getting in the way of your relationship, and your mind concludes that there’s one viable outcome.

And, now, you have an excuse to carry it out.

xi. her

You don’t have the time to knock on Gunwook’s door before he throws it open. He hugs you immediately, picking you up and spinning you around right there in his doorway, and, for a minute, your mind is clear of all the terrible things that you’ve been trapped with for the past month.

“We did it,” he cried out, putting you back down so he could see your face. “We did it! Oh my god, how could we not have done it? We were always going to get in.”

About twenty minutes ago, both you and Gunwook received an email from Seoul National University that you’d gotten in. After you’d cried for four hours over your good CSAT scores, you nearly passed out at this news, wondering in what world you had deserved this. And, among your caving-in mind over Gunwook and Yukyung, you’d immediately left your house and ran to Gunwook’s.

He cupped your face in his hands, planting a kiss on your lips in utter joy. You laughed, feeling immensely happy for the both of you.

You tripped over your feet as you walked into his house, kicking off your shoes and emerging into his living room. “I never thought this would happen,” you said, pacing around the room. Gunwook watched you from behind the couch, smiling. “I mean, for the last month, I’ve just—I haven’t caught a break. I’ve been miserable every waking moment and now I finally have something to be happy over. Can you believe that?”

You look at him, and you watch his smile drop. You backpedal over what you said, realizing that you’d let your little secret slip; since Youngeun and Yeseo had told you about the rumor, you’d done an excellent job at hiding your panic, acting like everything was fine when it wasn’t in the slightest.

“What do you mean you’ve been miserable?”

You stopped pacing, and the room went quiet. In an instant, you’d knocked the happiness out of the room and brought in everything you’d been avoiding. The breakup plan you’d thought of night after night flashed in your mind, along with Yeseo telling you that you were an idiot for even considering it.

“I don’t know where this came from,” he continued, his voice a bit tight. “But I was under the impression everything was okay. We took the test and you looked better—why wouldn’t you tell me you were miserable?”

You weren’t sure what to say. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you felt nauseated, no longer feeling the excitement of the college acceptance you’d yearned for since you were a kid. “It’s stupid,” you said, your voice small. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll get over it.”

“I don’t know if you understand how that sounds to me,” he said, and you were getting the idea that he also had an issue that he hadn’t been talking about, either. “But we’ve spent a lot of time together over the last month, and you saying that you’ve been miserable the entire time sounds a lot like you saying you were miserable being with me.”

“What? No, that’s not what I meant.” You shook your head, feeling mortified at the idea. “I promise, that’s not it. It has nothing to do with you.”

“Then why won't you tell me? I don’t think I’m entitled to hear anything from you that you don’t want to talk about, but when it’s been torturing you for months, [First], I feel like I deserve to know. Especially since it seems like Youngeun and Yeseo haven’t gotten any of the side effects.”

You bit your lip, closing your eyes. “You know Yukyung was my best friend, right?” Even saying it aloud made tears bunch into your eyes. For the first time since nearly a year ago, now, you were facing something you hadn’t even talked about with your mom. “Like, best friend. We’ve been—we were friends from our first year of middle school. She was my everything. And she threw it all away over—over you, and it’s been hard for me to stomach it.”

Gunwook rolled up his sleeves, leaning on the couch. “That happened in March,” he said, almost sounding frustrated. You knew it wasn’t directed at you, rather, he was probably angry that Yukyung had any say in your relationship even though you’d never even spoken about her.

“It killed me, Gunwook. I didn’t sleep well for a week. I mean, she was telling people things I told her in middle school, running around and painting a picture of me that I didn’t know she had.” You felt exasperated, unsure of how to convey what you needed to without sharing a secret you’d never shared with anyone. “It was hard for me. Even though I was happy about us, I couldn’t get over losing her like that with no warning. And then, I saw her talking to you at the fair, and then Yeseo and Youngeun told me about the rumors, and—”

“Rumors?” he interjected, furrowing his eyebrows. “What rumors?”

“People think you’re cheating on me,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. That seemed to confuse Gunwook, as he looked down, staring at the couch rather than looking at you. “It’s just hard, okay? It’s hard.”

“And you couldn’t have told me you felt like this? It didn’t cross your mind, even for a second, to just be honest?”

“Well why didn’t you tell me that she’s been talking to you at every chance she gets?” you rebutted. That caused him to wince, and you watched him realize that he couldn’t say much, either. “It’s not like we’re both innocent, here. So let’s get it over with. Now.”

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” Gunwook said, pushing off the couch and mirroring your stance. “Gyuvin brought it up during our second year before we knew each other. It didn’t cross my mind again until I saw you staring at her when I came in to give you your calculator back. And then—it’s been months and you haven’t said you loved me.”

Every muscle in your body tensed, and it, once again, occurred to you that you could never pull anything over on Gunwook.

“Are you in love with her?”

You gulped, your throat suddenly feeling drier than it ever had. “I was. A long time ago.”

It went silent again, and you wondered if he believed you. “I promise you it’s in the past. It was only during my first year and some of my second, but I got over it when she started dating Seungeon. And they lasted long enough for me to get over it, and we added Youngeun to the mix, so I was preoccupied. That’s in the past. But it doesn’t change that she threw out five years of our friendship without a second thought.”

He didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, beginning to pace back and forth. You let him think, hoping that your defense was sound enough that he wouldn’t break things off then and there.

“Do you love me, [First]?”

Two months ago, Yeseo had asked if you’d said “I love you” yet. You’d, embarrassingly, had to share that Gunwook had but you hadn’t, which perplexed both of them. And, when they asked why, all you’d been able to tell them was that the last person you’d said “I love you” to was Yukyung, the night before Youngeun called you, telling you everything she’d heard.

“Yes,” you said, nodding. “I do. I love you.”

Right in front of you, Gunwook burst into tears, walking straight past the couch and enveloping you in his arms. “I thought you were going to break up with me for so long,” he choked out, squeezing you so hard you could barely breathe. “I was terrified the entire time, and I thought things got better after the exams, but I couldn’t shake the feeling. I was so scared, [First]. I love you so much that I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

“I love you too,” you said, although it was muffled. “I promise. And I didn’t love her as much as I love you.”

xii. graduation

You were realizing that your claim that you didn’t cry often was quickly becoming a lie. You were sitting on the floor of your room, holding your diploma to your chest while tears streamed from your eyes. Gunwook was staring at you with a mixture of amusement and worry as you rocked yourself back and forth.

“Youngeun is leaving me,” you said, hiccuping. “Both of them are. For Japan. I’m going to have to make new friends.”

“But you’ll still be able to talk? They won’t even be in a different timezone.”

“Okay, and?” you said, hiccuping. “It’s so far. I won’t be able to go to 7/11 with them anymore.”

“We can go to 7/11?”

“That’s different, you’re my boyfriend. 7/11 is a commitment when it’s with you.”

“What does that even mean?”

You let out another Earth-shattering sob, and you supposed that convinced Gunwook to come over and attempt to comfort you. “There, there,” he said sarcastically. “Japan is very far. And you’ll have to pay more to call them. I’m sorry.”

“At least try to sound a little serious!”

“Neither Junhyeon nor Gyuvin got into SNU.”

“Okay, but they’re still in Korea, so you’ll be fine. There’s no train to Tokyo here.”

Gunwook wrapped his arm around your shoulder, leaning his head on yours. “It’ll be okay. They’ll be here over breaks and you’ll get to see them then, right? And you always have the—wait, why don’t you have a picture of us framed?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No, I’m serious,” he said, pointing to your dresser, which was right in front of you. On top were multiple framed pictures of the three of you, smiling, laughing, and doing other things. “What’s up with that? Am I less important than them?”

“Shut up.”

“No. I’m going to buy a disposable camera right now, and we’re going to take pictures so you can print and frame them.”

You rolled your eyes, wiping away your tears. “Okay. Whatever you say. Even though you’re my wallpaper, and you’re the only number pinned in my text messages, and you’re the only person who’s ever known the password to my phone.”

“You love me.”

“Not when you’re a greedy loser.”

“Aw, I love you, too.”

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[lunaekalenda]

make you my lover

warnings: femreader, breeding, use of pet names as "love, wifey", mentions of pregnancy, use of "step-mom" (i'm sorry), semi-public, pretty passionate if you let me say it, LONG AS FUCK, this is purely selfish

The principal of the school was slightly surprised with how many meetings Megumi's adoptive father has asked you for. As the kid's tutor, you always say that he studies, he's quiet and that he's lovely on the evaluations. That's why seeing him enter your classroom at last hour, when he leaves work and the school is about to close, almost every week calls his attention. After all, he gets some parents like to be informed on how his kids evolve during this years of school, when they're still children and are learning to read and write. That's the logical explanation that he can think of, and also, he knows who works on his center, and you're one of his best workers. Attentive with children, nice to talk to and really servicial and kind to parents.

Maybe too much, but he doesn't need to know that.

Satoru smiles at you when you open the empty class for him. Since you're the youngest of all the teachers and the last to join, they gave you this class as a type of office, full of tables and chairs and things without color due to the past of the time. Gojo sits, as usual, on a desk near yours while you lock the door. No one usually passes by around this time, but it's better to be careful. It's his big hands on your hips and his mouth on your neck what welcomes you as soon you walk near him again. "You dressed so cute for me today, didn't you?" he coos. You knew he was coming when yesterday Megumi came up to your desk to show a handwriting you knew too well, asking you for a meeting today after work.

The first times, Satoru did came to check on Megumi's education. After all, he just adopted him, and he's concerned about 'Gumi. But as soon as he saw how good he is adapting and how good of a teacher you are, he started to gain interest about you. He discovered shortly you just graduated and this is your first job. He also knew that your office was an unused class in the bottom of the school. And, last but not least, that you were single.

"Why do you think so?" you ask, one hand caressing softly his neck while the other takes the border of his t-shirt, slowly pulling it to get him closer. Your whispers are shared intimately, between kisses, when he takes your body into his lap and his lips find yours.

"I got this dress for you the other week." kiss. "And you said you would show me first how it looked on you." kiss. "Still, twenty toddlers and five teachers saw earlier." kiss. You part slowly from him as his thumb caresses your lips softly, smiling at you sweetly. Your legs are on both sides of his hips, and his blue eyes are fixed on your face, your smile and eyes.

"My bad, 'Toru. I'll make sure to send you a pic before anyone." He lets a little laugh escape before his hands reach your thighs, taking them up, and the dress too, before letting it go as his hands keep going.

"No. I want it to be a surprise gift when I see you." he whispers. He takes the sleeve out of your body slowly. "A surprise I get to unwrap" His lips follow the way of his fingers, kissing your now exposed shoulder sweetly, softly and open-mouthed, following then his fingers back to the next sleeve, slow, taking the dress away with ease. You feel the fabric drop from your torso to your feet, the cold air mixing painfully good with Satoru's hot skin. He takes your body up easily, hands on your ass to pick you up and let your knees meet the wooden surface, folding in both sides of his body. He looks at you, at your shiny lips, your darkened eyes, the way your bra matches with white lace panties that look innocently naughty on you. The long white socks, almost on your knees, that end on cute shoes. You look amazing, every single day he feels more starstruck about you. His lips play on your jaw as his hands do on your back, caressing up and down, from your neck to the waist of your underwear. He's so tempted to open every single door and window and let everyone see how you're his, but he respects you enough to keep it indoors. And, still, he hasn't been brave enough to even ask you on a date. Just coming from time to time. He scolds himself internally, you must think he's just interested in you physically, a sexual attraction that will disappear with any other person, when the truth is that he's so deep in love with you that he's starting to put on Megumi's little head a picture of you as his adoptive mother. Still, he knows you're maybe too young to take care of a kid, specially, one that isn't yours. Also, what would that make to your work status? There's too much to think and it's too hard, specially, with the lace around his fingers. Your worried gaze welcomes him back to reality. He smiles at you when you ask if he's alright, a big hand placed on your cheek to take your face close to his. His lips move softly against yours, the kiss heating up as his hands cover more and more of your skin, your thighs, the space between your breasts, your hips. His lips trace a way from your lips to your neck, sucking, bitting softly. Your hands are quick to take his t-shirt away, discovering hard muscles and pale skin. His lips take yours again, hungrily, hard. You're nothing more than a mess of caresses, sighs and kisses when you take the other's clothes away slowly, but passionately. His hands take you again, when only both underwear separe your bodies, before letting you rest on the table, pushing your back against the surface until you're lying on it. Satoru looks at you as if you were his dessert, hungrily, with his eyes shining and his lips red from all the kisses shared. He gives a step towards you, until his bulge is against the table when he takes a hand up to your panties, long digits caressing up and down above the underwear, slowly, without any rush. His eyes are fixed on the way your muscles move whenever he caresses harder, on how the white panties are starting to get slowly wet, more and more with every movement of his fingers. Looking at you in the eyes, asking for permission, he moves the panties to a side after you nod to him. He kneels softly in front on you, only a finger caressing you now, painfully slow.

"You seem happy to see me, darling." he speaks softly as his index keeps the work, up and down, taking the wetness with him on every movement he makes. You nod softly as your hips try to get more friction from his hand. "Do you want something?" he asks, nothing more than a whisper, when he drags his tongue up your inner thigh, getting insanely close, but not reaching where you need him the most. He enjoys this little game and you know it. He enjoys seeing you so desperate for him, moving your hips against a single finger, moaning against your own hands to avoid any personal of the school to hear you. He loves this tiny little session, but he wants more. He wants to have you lying on his bed, naked, trembling and moaning and asking him for more in full voice. Making your legs unstable and your voice break, cuddling against your body when the two of you are two tired to continue. Marking you up on places no one can see and marking them again the next night. He wants to be familiar with you, to cook with you and automatically next bend you over the kitchen counter for him. To bath with you after having the most intense makeout against the mirror. But, specially, to be able to take you on dates, to wake up by your side, to bring you to work and to return home together.

"I want you, 'Toru, please..." your whispers are desperate and Satoru smiles at it, standing up, his middle finger still caressing you when he tilts to kiss your lips. "Please."

"Please....?" He's such a tease, and he enjoys it so much. He wants to hear those words from you, he wants to hear your desperate begs so he knows you want it as much as he does. You feel how his still clothed bulge rubs softly against your body, getting closer and closer to your core. You sneak a hand softly towards his waist, your fingers reaching his underwear before taking it slowly down. Satoru moans softly under the caress of the fabric against his hardness before his hands naturally rest on your thighs, opening yourself for him. His eyes focus on the way your hand prepares yourself for him, touching and caressing and fingering while you wait for him. He doesn't take long, though, slowly stroking himself to the same pace you do, getting harder (if that's possible) for you. His tip rests slowly against you as you press it inside with your fingers, jaw dropping because of the intense sensation of him and his mouth on yours drinking your moans.

His thrusts are hard and quick but still full of tenderness. His hand is gripped to yours as he keeps moving, mouth open in desperate moans and sudden kisses, heavy breaths against your skin, your fingers tangled with his and your body arching to take him deeper. Your body arches and his gets closer, glossy skin rubbing as he buries his face on your neck, groaning slowly, you can hear how he catches his breath enough to speak, between moans. "I wanna make you my wife." his lips drag a lazy kiss, moved by the rest of his body. "You would like that, won't you?" his voice cracks softly when he thrusts in again, your inner walls trapping him so good he holds his breath. "To wear a ring with my name inside." His hands tighten around yours as his thrusts are slower, but more intense. He seems to reach every single spot that makes your eyes close, your mouth open wide and your legs tremble. "To call you wife. To give you..." one of his hands gets on your tummy, the palm completely open, feeling himself against it with every thrust. "To give you my children, hm? Our." Your brain is too deep in pleasure to think about anything more than his cock reaching the deepest spots of you and his voice softly against your neck. "Would you like that, sweetheart?" you can't find the words to reply back, so you just nod desperately, your hips moving on their own in tiny circles against him, the sounds of your skin slapping against the others filling the room, getting interrupted by the collision of your lips. Satoru kisses you hungrily, tongue playing with yours as he presses on your tummy, feeling himself again, making his cock grow bigger and twitch inside of you. You barely keep your eyes open and your body straight, muscles too tired to keep your legs up, and Satoru notices it, of course he does. His arms embrace you lovingly, taking your body against his chest and lifting you up, still inside you. He sits on a chair with you on top, thrusting painfully deep again on you, your breasts at a sigh of distance from his mouth. His hands are still on your hips, touching, taking the pace, groping. He buries his head on your neck again, leaving kisses, licks, love bites. Moaning against it so you're the only one able to listen to it. "I'm gonna take you home with me and treasure you." You don't know how much pleasure you can bear, specially, with Satoru's words entering your brain as the only though available for you. "I'm gonna love you, and take care of you." His words are cut with your moans, your quick breaths and the kisses you're sharing in between. "If you let me, I'll make you happy." His last whisper and the kiss he leaves in your lips make you body move with even more necessity against his, as your noises die against his mouth and his own orgasm feels dangerously close. His thrusts get slower, softer, deeper. You can feel every inch of it when he moves, and your eyes start to form tears on the corners from the huge pleasure he's giving you. His big thumbs take them away with ease and he thrusts again, taking your cheeks on his hands. You're painfully close, and you know he is too, as you try your best not to whimper too high and he bites his lips to silence himself. His mouth searches yours again, and he whispers against your mouth softly, lips brushing when he does.

"I love you."

The orgasm hit both of you like a train while his lips are still covering yours and your bodies tremble still united. Satoru's hold is careful on your back to avoid your tiredness to take your body away from his. He hugs you when he parts, still trying to calm his breath against your body, as his long fingers caress your back up and down. He takes enough air to talk.

"I was serious." he whispers, leaving another kiss on your naked shoulder. "I wanna make you my lover."

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Take My Breath Away: Eddie Munson x Reader (One-Shot)

Summary: Eddie Munson seems almost incapable of not noticing your presence in any room. Where he is usually confident and cocky, in your presence he is a fumbling mess. So how is he supposed to cope when he's forced to sit next to you in class for a semester?

Request: I was hoping for an Eddie x reader where he has a huge crush on the quiet girl in his class and always tries to show off for her but feels like an idiot every time he does. And maybe Dustin or someone invites her to play dnd and Eddie’s heart is just pounding out of his chest.

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Word Count: 5.7k

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

Tags: fluff 

A/N: I don’t know how this got so long, but I suppose I've never been good with word limits. This is my first ever request so I hope you guys enjoy! Who knows, maybe I’ll start doing more requests if you guys like them. As always, let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

Eddie Munson thought of you as something close to an enigma.

You were quiet; you were shy; and you mostly went unnoticed by the vast majority of Hawkins High. And yet still Eddie seemed practically incapable of not noticing you. You were a passing flash in the hallway as one of your familiar dresses flowed behind you; a blur in his peripheral vision. You were a passing sound as you chatted idly with a friend. You were the remnants of a scent, your perfume always so lovely and wholeheartedly intoxicating.  

And with every passing encounter, no matter how small or how fleeting, Eddie would find his heart beginning to race and his breathing beginning to quicken and his head turning to find you like a dog to its owner. It was pathetic, it was embarrassing, and it was wholly stalker-like; but Eddie found himself unable to stop noticing you.  

So it was wholeheartedly surprising when Eddie walked into his first English class for the semester—although in truth he had missed a week of classes already—to find you not only present in the class but sitting towards the back of the room; Eddie’s usual domain. And as luck would have it, since Eddie had never once worked up the courage to actually speak to you nor did he think he ever would, the seat next to you was the only one left available for him to sit within. Although this was not the first time he had shared a class with you, it was most certainly the first time he had ever done so in so close a proximity. The thought oddly terrified him, and yet he seemed unable to wipe the smile from his face.  

“Thank you for finally joining us, Mr Munson,” Mrs O’Donnell said from her position by the chalkboard.  

“I thought you’d miss me too much if I missed another class,” he quipped back, although his heart wasn’t really into it, his breaths coming out shallow and laboured as he sauntered towards the available seat, his eyes seemingly incapable of leaving you. You glanced up at him only once—a brief, fleeting thing that lasted less than a second—before your gaze returned back to rest upon the teacher. Yet Eddie’s heart pounded in his chest nonetheless as he finally took the seat next to you.  

Mrs O’Donnell continued on with her lesson and you continued on with listening and Eddie continued to sneak glances towards you every so often in what he hoped was a subtle way. He could smell your perfume from this close, the same sweet and yet smoky scent he often caught traces of in the hallway. It was intoxicating now being so close to it so that Eddie found himself having to refrain from leaning closer towards you.  

For the majority of the class Eddie thought that he should most likely say something to you and for the majority of the class tried to brainstorm what that should be. Introducing himself was probably the best place to start, and yet every time he opened his mouth to do so he found that nothing would come out. So Eddie resigned himself to a comfortable silence for the entirety of his first class, hopeful that maybe he could somehow find the courage to speak to you tomorrow.  

But then, just as the class was coming to an end and just as you were beginning to pack your things away, the pen that had sat beside your notebook for the entirety of the lesson was brushed off the desk with an accidentally flick of your wrist. Eddie watched on as it tumbled to the floor where it continued to roll until it eventually came to a stop right under his chair. He bent down to retrieve it just as you did the same so that your fingers came to brush lightly against each other. You were close then, so very close to him as you leant forwards and he did the same so that for just a second he could feel the heat emanating from your skin.  

Quickly, you pulled your hand back from his and sat up upright in your chair.  

“S-sorry,” you stuttered, turning your gaze away to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks.

Eddie found himself unable to move from his position half bent over within his chair, his arm still outstretched towards the pen. You had been so close to him, so much closer than he ever thought he would ever get to you so that Eddie was quite positive his heart would beat right through his chest if he were to move a muscle. The touch of your hand had been so fleeting upon his own and yet he could somehow still feel it, his skin hot where yours had brushed against it.  

And then as he realised that your gaze had returned back to him and he had still failed to move, he altogether thought that he was being quite weird and forced his body to move once more, his fingers coming to grasp the pen. He unfolded himself back upwards and presented the stationary towards you, a small triumphant grin curling his lips upwards.  

“Here you are, m’lady.”

The words spilled from his lips seemingly of their own volition, and Eddie wished that his first words to you had been something cooler. But then you were extending your hand towards his and plucking the pen from his grasp so that your fingers brushed against his once more and Eddie, for just a second, found himself incapable of intelligent thought.  

“Thank you,” you said quietly as you shoved the pen into your bag and hastily stood up. Eddie followed suit, wanting desperately for the interaction to continue but not knowing how to make it do so. By now the rest of the class had filtered out so that it was just the two of you standing alone in the back of the empty classroom.

“I-I’m Eddie by the way,” he managed to stutter out as you made your hasty escape down the aisle of desks.  

“I know,” you called back, slowing your walk as you turned back to look at him. A small blush adorned your cheeks as you realised what you had just said. “I’m Y/N.”

“I know,” Eddie responded with a smirk.  

You smiled back at him before you left, and although it would have been physically improbable, Eddie thought his heart skipped a beat.  

---

“You’re staring again,” Dustin cooed before taking a bite of his sandwich.

“No I’m not,” Eddie responded, tearing his gaze away from where it had been fixated upon you across the cafeteria.  

“Why don’t you just go and talk to her? This whole pining from afar thing is getting kinda annoying,” Mike added.  

“Thank you for your impeccable wisdom, Wheeler, but I actually spoke to her today, thank you very much.” Eddie’s gaze flicked towards you once more before he physically had to turn his head away.

“And what did you say?” Dustin asked excitedly.

“I told her my name.”

Mike rolled his eyes.

“But,” Eddie hastily added, “she already knew it so that’s a good sign.”

“Whatever you say man,” Mike said before turning his attention back to his lunch.  

Eddie propped himself up so that he was crouching upon his chair, leaning forward menacingly over the table so that he was looking down upon Mike.

“Just you wait, Wheeler. I now sit next to her in O’Donnell’s class so things will start escalating real fast real soon.”

“I’ll be waiting on the edge of my seat then,” Mike responded disinterestedly.  

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“You youths have no respect for you elders these days,” he said dramatically, standing up fully upon his chair before jumping backwards to get down. But because he had been so enamoured in his conversation, he had completely failed to notice you depart from your seat. And because the world apparently had a sick sense of humour when it came to his crush, Eddie almost barrelled straight into you. You let out a small gasp of shock as Eddie jumped backwards, his hands instinctively coming out to rest upon your shoulders to steady you. His skin instantly ignited as it made contact with your own so that in the end Eddie hastily pulled away from you partly because he was sure he had just been burnt and partly because he had not meant to touch you in the first place.  

“S-sorry!” Eddie hastily blurted out, turning his gaze away from you as a deep blush invaded his cheeks. There was a prominent eruption of snickering that came from behind him as he tried his best to ignore it.  

Eddie pulled back further to stand out of your way, bowing lowly as he gestured for you to pass. You did so with some hesitation and with a prominent blush fixated upon your cheeks that Eddie wholeheartedly failed to notice but that Dustin did not. A grin curled its way onto Dustin’s features as he turned to look at Mike next to him. Mike upturned an eyebrow in confusion.

It was only after you had passed Eddie and promptly left the cafeteria that he found himself able to function coherently once more. A wide smile was seemingly fixated upon his features and no matter how hard he tried he was unable to get rid of it.  

“Why does she always smell so damn good?” Eddie said more to himself than anyone else.  

“Well that was embarrassing,” Mike whispered to Dustin.

“Shut up, Wheeler,” Eddie responded, throwing a pretzel at him.  

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Eddie was, for quite possibly the first time in his life, early to class.  

As he awaited your arrival he anxiously chewed upon his nails, a habit he thought he had grown out of in middle school but which had apparently made its resurgence with a vengeance. He was leaning back precariously in his chair, his feet propped up upon the desk. But upon seeing your figure seemingly glide into the classroom he hastily sat upright, nearly overturning his chair in the process. Your gaze flicked to his as you put down your bag, offering him a friendly smile as you did so which he immediately returned.  

“Hey,” Eddie managed to say, trying to act collected when his racing heart said otherwise.

“Hi,” you responded as you took your seat, flicking your gaze away from his as you started extracting your things from your bag. When you weren’t looking, Eddie quickly ran his hands through his hair in an attempt to tame it if only slightly. In the end it made no difference, but the movement eased his ragged breathing somewhat.

Eddie racked his brain for something to say. But then Mrs O’Donnell was entering the classroom and he knew his opportunity had fled. With a small sigh, he sat back in his chair disappointedly.  

Throughout the duration of the class Eddie found his gaze flicking towards you every so often. Your hair was up today so that he could clearly see the curve of your neck and the rounding of your shoulders. For just a moment he imagined what it would be like to kiss the skin there. It would be soft, he was quite sure, a sensitive area maybe that would have you panting under his touch, the skin marking easily.

His breath hitched in his throat when he eventually pulled his gaze upwards once more only to find that you were looking at him quite expectantly.

“S-sorry?” he questioned, shuffling to sit upright within his seat.

“Did you need a pen?” you repeated in a whisper, your eyes flickering to Eddie’s empty desk. For just a moment Eddie found himself unable to respond. In the entirety of his high school career—which indeed had been longer than most—no one had ever asked him such a question. In truth, no one seemed to care, not even the teachers who had promptly given up on trying to make him do work after his freshman year.  

Eddie didn’t quite know what to say. He thought it quite embarrassing if he were to tell you the truth; that no, he did not need a pen because no, he had never once done any work in Mrs O’Donnell’s class. But then if he were to lie and accept the stationary it would likely only lead to more embarrassment when you eventually discovered that he had no paper to write upon anyway.  

“Okay,” tumbled from Eddie’s mouth as he realised he had been silent for too long. It wasn’t really a response and he was quite well aware of that as you furrowed your brows slightly. You placed the spare pen tentatively upon his desk and then—seemingly as if you could read his mind—you flipped your notebook to an empty page and tore it out, placing it next to the pen upon his desk.  

“Thank you,” he said as he looked up at you, suddenly quite breathless.

Your eyes met with his just briefly before you turned quickly away in an attempt to hide your blush. Eddie looked upwards towards the board for the first time during the class and found himself wholeheartedly confused at what was written.  

“What are we doing?” Eddie whispered to you before he had a chance to think it through. A small smile flashed across your features that had Eddie’s heart suddenly racing at the sight of it.  

“Romeo and Juliet,” you whispered back, your gaze not moving from the teacher.

“Ugh,” Eddie said, scrunching his face in disgust before he could stop himself.  

The small giggle that left your lips had Eddie’s breath hitching in his throat.

“Yeah, it’s not my favourite either. It’s not even a good love story. It’s just about two teenagers who were too scared to stand up to their parents and ended up killing themselves.”

Eddie thought that in that moment he had never been more interested in Shakespeare in his life.

“Oh?” Eddie cooed. “And so what would you say is a good love story then?”

Eddie could see the small blush make its way up your neck before invading your cheeks. Your gaze was still fixated on the board, unwilling to turn towards him. Yet Eddie found himself quite grateful for that fact since it ensured that you could not see him staring intently at you.

“Much Ado About Nothing is my favourite.”

“And what’s that one about?” Eddie was surprised to find his voice oddly unwavering considering his hands were shaking quite violently under the desk.

You turned towards him then and for just a moment Eddie forgot how to breathe.

“It’s about two idiots who hate each other. But they’re really just too stupid to admit they like one another.”

Eddie was quite sure that you had never looked upon him—really looked at him with your gaze unwavering from his—for quite as long as you were doing now. He quickly came to realise that he was quite grateful for your shy disposition, for in that moment he found himself wholeheartedly unequipped to deal with your full attention. Now it was his turn to glance away, hoping that you wouldn’t notice the red tint that was burning upon his cheeks.

A silence lingered between you then, Eddie not quite trusting his voice to speak again. You turned your attention back to the board, periodically writing notes within your workbook. Eddie glanced between them and the board, confused as to what it was you were actually supposed to be learning and yet not quite caring enough to figure it out. So he leant back in his chair once more and lazily began to doodle on the page you had given him.

The sketches were rough, his pen strokes lazy and inattentive as he continued to fill the page. He wasn’t really trying, not in the full sense at least like when he drew up characters for his new campaigns. His hand moved languidly over the page, filling it with images of monstrous creatures, spiky weapons and even some ideas for some new tattoos that had been floating around in his head for the past few days. He thought about drawing you, maybe the line of your jaw or the curve of your lips or how some stray pieces of hair had come loose from where you had tied it up and were dangling around your face. But then as he looked up at you—having decided that drawing you was bordering a little too far on creepy—his breath hitched in his throat. For instead of your gaze being fixated on the board like it almost always was, your eyes were instead glancing down to the page sitting upon Eddie’s desk.

At the sight of Eddie’s hand stilling above a particular doodle, you glanced back towards him. Seeing his gaze already upon you had your blush returning with a vengeance as you hastily turned away.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

Eddie felt like pulling the page away, scrunching up the sheet and throwing it in the bin before you could see any more of his mediocre drawings.

“Y-you’re just really good,” he heard you add.

Eddie couldn’t quite stop the wide smile that adorned his features. But then before he could say anything the bell was ringing, and you had already begun to pack away your things. He held out your pen towards you hesitantly, not quite wanting to part with it yet knowing it would be stupid to steal it. But then as you reached out to grab it the tips of your fingers brushed lightly with his so that Eddie was quite happy with his decision to return the instrument to you.

Without thinking, Eddie leaned forwards and grabbed the sheet of paper upon his desk, instantly scrunching it up into a ball. He threw it absentmindedly towards the bin in the corner of the room, partly because he couldn’t quite be bothered to walk the short length but mostly because he hoped to impress you by getting it in from such a distance. The two of you watched as it sailed through the air and landed upon the floor.

Eddie groaned, suddenly quite embarrassed as he realised you had been watching the action with rapt attention.

“Why did you do that?” you asked hesitantly just as Eddie was about to rise from his seat to retrieve the paper.

He furrowed his brows slightly in confusion as he stood up before offering you a sideways grin.

“I didn’t mean for it to miss,” he responded.

But then you were looking up at him through your eyelashes as Eddie stood above you, and the sight had all the air rushing from his lungs. He cleared his throat, trying to refocus his mind before he left your side and retrieved the paper to throw in the bin. When he turned back around you were still looking at him and for a moment Eddie considered just rushing straight out of the classroom lest he embarrass himself any further in front of you.

“But they were good,” you protested, your voice wavering slightly from the confession. You averted your gaze from his and for once Eddie was greatful for it.

“I’ll redraw them better for you next time,” Eddie said, walking back over to you before heading towards the door. “Promise,” he called, lifting one hand up to wave goodbye to you before he exited the classroom. He consumed a large breath of air once finally out of your presence, quite sure that he should probably be concerned by how hard his heart was thumping within his chest.

And because Eddie was trying to get his body under control once more, he completely failed to notice when you made your way over to the bin and retrieved the crumpled paper.

---

“You want something freak?”

Eddie, who was currently stood atop the lunch table, brought his index fingers up above his head and stuck out his tongue. When Jason Carver rolled his eyes and turned back around, Eddie smiled triumphantly.

Eddie turned back around and began making his way back down the length of the table, but because he seemed apparently incapable of not noticing your presence in any given space, his eyes somehow flicked over the cafeteria to where you were sitting a few tables over. Your eyes were already on him, your gaze hastily shifting away when he turned to look at you, a slight blush adorning your cheeks. Your lips had been upturned into a smile just moments before as you said something to your friend, and Eddie couldn’t quite help the frown that covered his features.

You had been laughing at him, just like everyone else had.

A scowl crept its way onto his face and stayed there for the remainder of the lunch period, Eddie seemingly incapable of dispelling the thought of you whispering with your friends.

“So about postponing the-” Mike tried to continue.

“Find a sub, Wheeler,” was all Eddie could be bothered to say.

---

Eddie couldn’t quite manage to hide the irritation that covered his features. He sat lazily within his throne his hands brought up to lay under his chin as his gaze remained glued upon the door. One of his legs was bouncing incessantly upon the ground but he seemed incapable of stopping it nor did he particularly want to.

Gareth and Jeff were oddly quiet and he supposed it could have been because of his mood. But in that moment he was quite thankful for their silence and so continued to say nothing. Finally, the doors opened.

“Well look who decided to grace us with their presence,” Eddie boomed, revelling slightly in the looks of fear that met him from the two boys who had entered.

“Sorry, Eddie,” Mike began. “We only just managed to find a sub and they-”

“And so where is this supposed sub then?” Eddie knew he was being dramatic and yet could not quite bring himself to stop.

Dustin peaked his head back down the hallway they had just come from.

“She’s coming,” he said, the smile on his lips too cocky for Eddie’s liking. “We thought we’d run ahead since we’re so late.”

“She?” Eddie began, his words instantly dying upon his lips.

Because suddenly there you were standing within the doorway, your head slightly bowed in nervousness as you looked around the room. And even though he had seen you earlier that day, even though his mind had been plagued since with the image of you laughing at him with your friends, he couldn’t quite stop his breath from hitching in his throat.

Faintly, he registered that Dustin’s grin was growing.

“Eddie, this is Y/N,” Dustin said.

“Oh, we’ve met,” you said tentatively, your gaze dropping to the floor as the attention in the room turned to you. “We’re in O’Donnell’s class together.”

Eddie was still too stunned to form a coherent sentence, so Dustin filled the silence. Eddie really wished that he hadn’t.

“Oh you’re that Y/N. Eddie’s mentioned you a few times.”

Eddie wanted to lay down and die. Eddie wanted to strangle Dustin. But mainly, Eddie wanted to protest. For he could not quite fathom spending the next hour locked up in a room playing D&D with you, not when he had already spent the majority of the day embarrassing himself in your presence. The thought completely terrified him and yet he knew he would not be able to refuse you; would never be able to refuse you anything.

He forced a smile onto his lips that became a little more genuine when he turned to look at you.

“Well then welcome to Satan’s lair!”

You walked further into the room as you followed closely behind Mike and Dustin, glancing up periodically at Eddie as you went. Just as you were about to take the seat at the end of the table, Dustin spoke once more, testing Eddie’s patience so much that his eye twitched.

“Oh, you should go and sit up with Eddie. He’s the Dungeon Master so he’ll be able to teach you the best.”

“Oh, okay,” you said, hesitantly making your way to the head of the table.

Eddie thought it was quite possible he might keel over and die in that moment for his heart was beating so concerningly fast within his chest. He tried to keep his features composed as he looked at you, his smile still somehow in place. Without a word, Jeff moved down a seat and smiled up at you as you sat down.

“Have you, um,” Eddie said, clearing his throat after hearing how wobbly it was. “Have you ever played before, Y/N?”

“No, sorry,” you responded with a nervous smile that had Eddie’s heart somehow beating faster.

“T-that’s okay. It’s quite easy once you get the hang of it. You’ll need to make yourself a character-”

“We’ve already helped her make a character,” Mike added.

“Well how very kind of you,” Eddie said back through gritted teeth before turning his attention back to you. “Um, so everything revolves around the adventure. I’m the Dungeon Master so I describe what’s going on throughout the quest. These bad boys,” Eddie leaned over and picked up the dice scattered upon the table. “They’re what everything is determined by. The numbers that you roll are what determines whether your attack hits or misses or whether you dodge a hit in time. Make sense?”

You nodded in understanding. Eddie had done this speech so many times before, had always been so animated whenever he introduced someone new to the game he so loved. And although he could feel himself loosening up the more he talked, he still found himself fumbling over his words and running his hands through his hair nervously. You were leaning in so close to him as he explained, the smell of your perfume wholeheartedly intoxicating and the sight of you listening with rapt attention so very distracting.

Finally, when you understood the basics of the game and the campaign finally got underway, Eddie could finally seem to breathe. This was his domain now and he was damn well going to rule it.

The game was fun, you had to admit. Far more fun than you had expected it to be when Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler had cornered you against your locker as their pleads filled the empty hallway. And although you found yourself becoming totally enraptured within the story, you couldn’t quite help yourself from sneaking glances towards the Dungeon Master when he leaned dramatically over the table or when his voice became low during some scenes. You had never seen him come alive as much as he was in that moment, and it made something warm stir within your heart as you watched him.

Now you were sweating, your gaze fixated on the board in front of you.

“You’ll need to roll a 20 if you want to get out of this one, sweetheart.”

You partially registered the pet name, and where usually you would have blushed or turned away from Eddie smiling cockily at you, blood was now pumping heavily through your veins as the rest of the boys looked upon you expectantly. You were the last one left alive and it somehow brought a confidence to your posture that felt oddly thrilling.

“What do you guys think?” you questioned the table, feeling Eddie’s gaze fixated upon you.

“We’re with you till the end, Y/N,” Dustin answered. “It’s your decision.”

You hesitated for just a moment before announcing, “I’ll attack.”

Your hands were sweaty as you held the dice, shaking them in your hands several times in hesitation, knowing that you were just delaying the inevitable. When you released them from your grasp you watched them roll with bated breath. They tapped across the board, flipping once, twice, three times until they finally came to a stop. Everyone leaned in to get a better look.

20.

You jumped up from your seat just as everyone else did, engulfing Dustin in a hug. Eddie had never quite seen such a wide smile cover your features and he revelled in its beauty for just a moment as he watched you from his throne. He brought a hand up to partly cover his mouth, trying to hide his own grin that infiltrated his face. He knew he should not be so happy—he had not made the campaign to be beatable after all—but he could not quite stop the jumping of his heart as he looked upon you so elated and carefree and so breathtakingly beautiful.

When congratulations had been exchanged and the room’s excitement eventually begun to die down, Eddie began to pack up. He waved to the boys as they left, smiling softly to himself when they continued to talk about the game all the way down the hall. But for a man who seemed incapable of not noticing your presence, he was still surprised to find you lingering near the table.

“Do you need some help?” you asked, your gaze meeting his for longer than it normally did.

“U-um.” Eddie was caught off guard. “Yeah sure.”

The two of you packed away the table in silence, your fingers periodically brushing as you leant over to hand Eddie some dice or a figurine that had been left out. And even though Eddie expected the touch every time, he still could not seem to stop his breath from hitching in his throat at the feeling of your soft skin against his.

“That was, um,” Eddie began, needing to fill the silence that had consumed the room. “That was really nice of you. Subbing in for the game.”

“Dustin and Mike just seemed so desperate. I felt bad for them really,” you responded. Eddie’s smile faltered slightly. Of course your participation had only been out of pity.

“But I have to admit that was super fun,” you continued. “I’d, um…I’d be happy to join in on any more games if you ever need a sub.”

Eddie was caught wholeheartedly off guard.

“Yeah, of course! You can join whenever you want.”

He shuffled slightly closer to you as he leaned over to collect the remainder of the figurines so that the side of your body was practically touching his. He could feel the heat emanating off your skin, could feel the swaying of your clothes as they brushed against him when you outstretched an arm or turned slightly.

“Sorry if I was, ugh, embarrassing at all today in the cafeteria.” The words seemed to fall from Eddie’s mouth of their own volition.

“What, when you stood up to Jason?” you questioned, furrowing your brows in utter confusion as you turned to look at Eddie. “I thought that was quite…brave.”

Eddie nearly laughed. “Oh, I’m no hero,” he said. “I just like messing with him sometimes. Most of the rest of the time I feel like I can’t do anything right.” He wasn’t too sure what prompted such a confession, and for just a moment he regretted doing so. But then you were turning so that you were facing him completely and most coherent thoughts left his mind altogether.

“Why would you ever think that?” you asked. “You’re like the coolest guy ever.”

As the words left your mouth a vibrant blush invaded your features as you realised what you had said, turning your head quickly away in embarrassment just as Eddie’s own cheeks started to burn. You were close now, the both of you realised, but how you had gotten so close neither of you could quite remember. A silence lingered between you, a silence that seemed to contain something more; something hot and palpable and heavy.

“I always feel like such a fool in front of you,” Eddie whispered, his face slowly inching towards yours.

But then you did something that Eddie was not quite expecting, something that had him unsure of whether to be happy or nervous.

You laughed. 

And although it was a beautiful sound, although it made Eddie want to smile, he could not quite help but await your response with bated breath.

“I feel exactly the same around you.”

Eddie smiled, and he thought in that moment that if he did not traverse the distance that still sat between you he might never get the chance to do so again. The thought terrified him.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered into the air between you.

He awaited your rejection, braced himself for it really. But then instead of a rejection—instead of any response at all—your lips were suddenly crashing against his, the scent of your perfume completely engulfing him as his hands instinctively came up to hold you. He hesitated for just a second, trying to decipher whether what he was experiencing was indeed reality, before he kissed you back so fervently and breathlessly and hungrily.

Eddie Munson had imagined kissing you so many times before, and yet in every daydream he had been wrong. Where he had imagined you to be timid and slow and shy against his lips, now you were intense and fierce. You tasted different as well; more savoury where Eddie had always imagined you to be sweet so that he couldn’t quite stop himself from wanting to devour you in that moment.

Eddie was the one to pull away first partly because his lungs felt as if they were on fire and partly because he thought he might pass out from how hard his heart seemed to be pumping. Your pants filled the air, your lips tinged slightly red in a way that had Eddie itching to reach back down and capture his lips with yours once more.

You were looking up at him, but then suddenly your gaze flickered to the floor as a raging blush encompassed your features. Eddie, seemingly unable to stop himself, reached out a hand and cupped your chin, turning it upwards so that you were looking at him once more.

“Oh there’s no need to be shy with me anymore, darling. Not after what we just did.”

A devilish grin upturned the corner of your mouth as your gaze flickered down to Eddie’s lips. Suddenly he was nervous.

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Office Hours

Loosemble Gowon x Male Reader | (Tags: Smut) | bratty student!Gowon

A/N 1: For @gangplanksorenji and @kaedespicelatte. Thank you Kaede as always for your input.

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“And the last step to solve this problem is integrating by substitution.” 

The red marker creates an audible squeaking sound as you drag it across the whiteboard, creating complex mathematical symbols and equations that your five-year old self would be confused by. The silence doesn’t surprise you considering how you struggled with this same topic as an undergraduate, you can only hope that the students truly understand what you are writing. 

“I’m pretty sure Dr. Lee taught you all how to do that right?”

Hushed whispers of confirmation gives you the cue to erase the contents of the whiteboard and to continue on with the lecture—with some students quickly taking their phone out to take a snap of the whiteboard. Take a quick peek at your watch to make sure that everything is right on schedule. You wait a few more seconds for any objections and thankfully there is none. Great, looks like you’re going to be able to go home early. “Okay good, so let’s move on to the next prob–” 

“Gosh, this is so boring.”

Turn your attention to the blonde sitting in front of the classroom. Park Gowon, a third year mathematics major who is known around campus for her otherworldly visuals—and more importantly, for being one of the smartest. Some say she already has multiple job offers from top companies but who knows how much of that is the truth. What is true though, is that she is incredibly difficult to work with, both as a teacher and a student. Her inflated ego as the smart student makes it a hellish time to deal with her. But of course since you are relatively new, you have no choice but to take on the task the department assigned to you. 

A disinterested look paints her face as she rests her chin on her palm, making it as clear as possible that she does not enjoy sitting in your lecture. This is not the first time she’s done this but it is getting on your nerves—she claims that your class is “too easy” and that she can pass with her eyes closed (which is probably true, but still). You must maintain your professionalism, however, you don’t want to lose your teaching assistant position when you only earned it last year.

Audible gasps can be heard throughout the small classroom as your other students are absolutely enjoying the spectacle unfolding right in front of them. “What was that, Miss Park?”

Every word that comes out of her mouth is venom and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. “I said this class is boring. There, happy?” Then a raise of her eyebrows, seemingly trying to urge you on. It’s working because you loosen your tie as you can feel the tension starting to grow. 

You usually tolerate her antics but perhaps the fact that you spilled your morning coffee is causing your patience to be much shorter than usual. Or maybe because the bratty, annoying look that she gives you every single damn time is starting to irritate you. It doesn’t help that she’s wearing that stupid uniform in the first place—causing your mind to travel to places it definitely shouldn’t.

You grit your teeth, holding yourself back before you lash out any hurtful words; she’s still your student after all and you do not want to involve yourself in any altercations. You will just have to discipline her instead and hopefully such incidents don’t occur ever again. “Miss Park, please come with me to my office right after this class. The rest of you may leave.” You don’t miss the way she rolls her eyes but you chose to ignore it.

The classroom quickly empties out and you begin to pack up your belongings and Gowon does the same. Soon, you are leading her towards your office; it’s at this point that you realize that she’s the first student to ever enter your office, which is surprising considering you always hold office hours every semester; would more of your students pass if they just reached out to you for help? Who knows. Maybe it’s because of that fact that you are just now noticing how messy it is once you’ve finally reached the small, confined space.

Paperworks are scattered across your work desk while crushed cans of energy drinks fill up the trash can; the dissertation that you’ve been working on for months is due in just a couple of weeks so you are extremely tired and stressed. You almost feel embarrassed as she scans her eyes with a disgusted look but you remember the reason why you brought her along in the first place. You close the door behind you and shut off the blinds as you make your way towards your chair.

“Please, Miss Park. Have a seat.”

She fortunately doesn’t spit out another complaint  as she takes a seat right in front of you. Her doll-like features are more apparent in such an intimate setting and it’s hard to focus with her in such close proximity, though that annoyed look with her eyebrows raised is causing your blood to boil once again. “Would you care to explain to me why you act so disinterested and rude in my class? Is it really that boring for you?” You try to speak to her in a soft and calm voice because escalating the situation is not going to help you or her; you just want to help her if you can.

But it doesn’t matter anyways because Gowon is not paying attention to you at all, humming as she casually scrolls through her phone as if her instructor isn’t lecturing her, as if she’s on a date with a guy she’s clearly not interested in, as if she’s a princess and you’re just a mere peasant invading her space. Apparently even talking to you bores her and it’s a major insult to you not just as her superior, but as a man. “Miss Park, I’m speaking to you.”

She continues to ignore you, deliberately avoiding your gaze as she would twirl her curly hair around her fingers while lightly tapping her feet on the floor. “Miss Park.” Your voice is becoming more stern, but it just makes her more stubborn as she goes back to scrolling through her phone. You ball your fists in rage, you may be a patient guy but she’s driving you over the edge. You can only tolerate her for so long before you end up exploding.

“Yah Park Gowon!” You shout, far louder than you anticipated which causes her to flinch—you’ve never been this angry before. You hoped that it would be enough to persuade her but you knew better than to escalate the situation and now, there’s no turning back. She takes a deep sigh as she stands up from her seat, fixing her skirt and checking her hair using her phone.

“If you have any concerns, you can just email me sir. I don’t wanna be here in your disgusting office.” 

She picks up her bag and proceeds to make her way out of your office but you stop her in her tracks just in time, barricading yourself between Gowon and the door to prevent her from leaving. You are going to get an answer from her and you are going to get it now. You can’t just let your manhood be insulted, you still have your pride and ego after all. Not when she already trampled all over your dignity by disrespecting you in front of all your students.

“No.”

Unfortunately for her, you are just as stubborn. And considering that she already pushed you to your limits, you have decided to play along with her little game—even if it may cost you everything. Fuck it, you’re going to let your dick do the thinking for once.

“What are you talking about, sir?” For the first time, you have the upper-hand; a cruel realization in the dynamics between an instructor and his student. She could only look at you in a mixture of curiosity and fear as she has never seen this side of you, and perhaps no one else has seen this side of you.

“I’m done trying to play nice with you, you’re gonna need to be punished.” You lock the door behind you and close all of your windows, making sure that no one can see the sinful events that are about to follow. “And as per university policy, it’s my duty to carry out any form of punishment.” You completely loosen your tie before taking it off. “Now get on your knees and suck my cock.”

The request flabbergasts Gowon, though a faint trace of lust can be seen in her eyes. “What?!”

“I said get on your fucking knees and suck my dick, I won’t repeat myself.” You’re surprised by how commanding you sounded, though that’s probably fueled by the fact that you can’t think of anything else right now other than ruining this brat in front of you, maybe it’s because she looks so damn irresistible in that uniform.

Thankfully she obliges immediately, kneeling down as she begins unbuckling your belt but she struggles—whether it’s because of her inexperience or nervousness you don’t know. Your skilled hands are much quicker however and you remove it and your pants in no time along with your boxers and your fully erect cock almost hits her in the face, dripping with so much precum. 

She can only look in awe as those soft and gentle hands of hers begin to stroke you. Her touch feels cathartic and it’s causing your libido to increase, your busy schedule rarely allows any time for such activities so your sensitivity is through the roof. “Fuck, you’re so big sir.” More precum continues to dribble out with each careful stroke and she reaches a finger out for a taste, a satisfied hum escaping her lips. 

“If I just knew how much you were packing, I would’ve gladly sucked you off eve—hmph!” If you can’t use your words to get her to shut up, then your dick surely can. In one swift motion, you plunge your shaft into her welcoming mouth. You don’t give her time to adjust to your length nor to your pace as you start off with frantic thrusts. Fortunately, Gowon catches up to speed and begins slurping on your meat with hunger and even uses her hands to fondle your heavy balls.

“You’re not stubborn anymore, huh? Guess all you needed was dick in your mouth to be tamed.” You don’t stop thrusting in her mouth, tears falling down her eyes and drool oozing out of the side of her lips, ruining her princess-like image as she devours you. The sound of your cock hitting the back of her throat adds to the lewd display in what is supposed to be an academic sanctuary and it just turns you on even further. If you just knew how good those lips are at dick sucking, you would have punished her a long time ago.

Her lipstick has stained the base of your cock but you absolutely don’t mind because all you care about is how good her mouth feels. You grab her hair into a makeshift ponytail as you quicken your thrusts to match the bobbing of her head, using her mouth as your personal fleshlight while you continue to vent out all of your frustrations on her. And considering that you rarely receive blowjobs, it doesn’t take too long for you to reach your peak.

“Gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum inside your mouth and you’re gonna take it all in you hear that?”

The built up stress of the past few months is released with an animalistic growl as you unload thick shots upon thick shots of cum down her throat, pushing your tip as far deep as possible while you hold her head steady. You lean your head back as your vision goes white from the strong orgasm, the result of such a heavenly experience leaving you breathless and yearning for more. You both rest in that position for quite a while as you recover from the intensity of it. Eventually your shaft begins to limp and you remove it from her mouth, leaving a string of saliva and cum in the aftermath.

“Fuck…….”

Without even being asked, Gowon opens her mouth to show the massive amount of cum that you’ve released, with some staining her lips. She then swallows it before wiping the excess using the sleeves of her uniform, then that bratty look shows up on her face and you are rock hard again in just a matter of minutes. “That was such a big load, sir. Maybe we should do this everyday to help you relieve it.” But alas, her words continue to affect you at this very moment, your eyes burning with even more passion and lust. 

“Take off that uniform now.” Another command that she quickly obliges to and perhaps she’s starting to get the hang of it, she should have been obedient a long time ago anyways. Your dress shirt was the only piece of clothing you still had on so you were able to get rid of it with ease, helping Gowon just in time unzip her skirt and you throw the flimsy piece of clothing at the door; not a smart decision but neither is what you are currently doing with her.

You always knew she had a deceptively curvy body underneath those hoodies and oversized shirts that she loved to wear occasionally but seeing it with your own eyes beats any imagination you had. Time is ticking however and as much as you want to appreciate her body more, you’re not exactly in the appropriate place to do so—the result is you stripping her off of her remaining undergarments and turning her around on your work desk, swiping the paperworks to the floor and any other obstruction to your goal: to ruin her.

“If you want this dick badly, I’m gonna give it to you. Gonna ruin you so badly you’ll barely be able to walk out of my fucking office.” It’s not a surprise that her juices are already leaking down her thighs, your words turning her on even more. “When you do manage to walk out of here, everyone is gonna know how much of a slut you are fucking a teacher in his office in broad daylight when they see my cum flowing out of your skirt, you get that?” 

You give her cute and petite ass a slap which causes her to moan; the reaction only urges you on as you bend her over, slowly inserting your cock in her tight pussy and you groan as her walls constrict around you, making it difficult to move. Her moans increase in volume as she holds on to the edges of your desk tightly and you have to place a hand over her mouth to prevent her from getting too loud—though inside you want everyone to know just how well Gowon is taking your dick. Hell, they could walk in and you won’t mind them watching you tame the blonde in front of you.

“S-Sir! Ruin me with that cock, please!”

It’s a good thing she’s already aroused otherwise it would take you longer to establish any sort of rhythm. A few more slow thrusts and you feel her starting to loosen up, giving you the green light to start pounding her instead. Look down and you watch how easily your length moves in between her buttcheeks, each thrust causing more of her juices to leak on your table as she tries to hold on for dear life. Not satisfied with the position, you wrap an arm around her body to pull her upper body upwards and press her back against your chest.

This allows you to inhale her intoxicating scent as you leave kisses all over her shoulder and neck, continuing your assault on her pussy and her moans start to turn into desperate cries of pleasure. The position also allows you to feel how amazing her body truly is as you give her breasts a gentle squeeze before resting your hands on her stomach. She’s so warm, so tight, so hot and you wouldn’t mind spending the entire day here in your office fucking her until you’re both completely spent. 

“Shit, fuck, fuck! You’re taking my cock so fucking well, Gowon. You’re truly made to be ruined.”

“And you feel so big inside me, sir! Keep fucking me, please! I-I’m so close!”

It’s evident with the way her walls are starting to tighten around your cock again but you are also nearing your peak. With both of your pleasure in mind you push her down to the table and bend her over once again, increasing the pace of your pounding as they become more desperate and hurried. The idea of any sort of rhythm is gone as the table start to creak with how hard you are fucking her. Sweat starts to drip down your face but it doesn’t matter, the only thing you can focus on is how her wet and tight pussy is going to handle your load.

“Faster, sir! I-I wanna cum with you!”

“Shut the fuck up! Don’t tell me what to do.”

Your cock is throbbing violently and it only takes one, two, three deep and powerful thrusts for Gowon to completely unravel underneath you, a high-pitched moan so loud that someone outside will definitely hear it. She quivers as her body is laid completely flat on your table, hips pushing themselves back towards you as her orgasm continues to run through her small, tiny body. Her juices begin to squirt out of her pussy in a violent manner, completely spraying your table with her essence and such overwhelming pleasure brings you to your own orgasm as you empty yet another thick load from your balls, this time it’s going straight inside Gowon as every thrust pushes your cum deep inside her breeding hole. The combination of your juices on your table is definitely going to be a messy job to clean but that’s not your concern right now. Your punishment for her is not over.

“We’re not finished yet.”

You grab Gowon by the hands and drag her towards your chair. Sit down on it and pull her closer towards you, effectively making her straddle your lap. She squeals at the motion as you don’t waste any time and bring her down your needy dick, coated liberally with your cum and her squirt. One orgasm down the drain makes it easier to penetrate her this time around as you are able to bring her to your hilt in just one go.

“F-Fuck! Be more gentle, sir!” She wraps her arms around your neck and buries her face in it, her hot breath giving you goosebumps as her tight, velvety walls clutches your shaft once again. “I’m s-still sensitive.” But instead of slowing down and giving her time to adjust, you begin to thrust upwards at an unrelenting pace, wrapping your arms around her body as you press as much of your skin against hers. The squelching sound after each pump into her wet cunt only gets louder as more cum begins to flow out of her from your orgasm earlier.

“Shit! So fucking tight, so fucking wet!” 

Knead her buttcheeks as you plant kisses on the side of her face, the sounds of her cries of euphoria fueling you to chase yet another orgasm. Gowon pulls away from you this time, running her hands through her disheveled hair to fix it. The intensity of the session completely left her a mess and ruined. And yet the burning passion in her eyes is still there and they’re only telling you one thing: to breed her. You lean forward and begin nibbling on the porcelain skin of her neck, leaving dark love bites as she bounces intensely on your lap while you try to match with her thrusts.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again, sir. Oh fuck!” 

Gowon is struck by a second, smaller orgasm as she falls again into your arms, but the amount of squirt gushing out of her is still the same as it completely drenched your thighs. Your tired, aching body follows her orgasm with one of your own—replacing the cum you’ve left inside earlier with more shots of semen, wringing you completely dry and exhausted. Carefully run your hands through her hair as she comes down from her high, her breathing taking minutes to stabilize but when it does, she’s already drifting to dreamland. It’s not a surprise considering how hard you fucked her and how much energy she spent.

It’s a good thing you don’t have any more classes for today as you let Gowon fall asleep in your arms while you follow suit. When you both woke up, you quickly cleaned up the mess you’ve made in your office then brought her back to your apartment where you ended up having more rounds of intense sex. All it took was a quick nap for both of you to re-energize and you were already filling her up again, this time she wasn’t afraid to vocalize her pleasure as her screams reverberated around your apartment (your neighbors will definitely file a noise complaint). As expected, she wasn’t able to walk at all the following day and so you excused her absence. But it was all really just a part of your bigger plan…

Because you fucked her again when you came back home that day.

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Connection

Heyy! I made another one, let's pretend Tsu'tey didn't die and he's happily alive a. Alsoo Tarsem is in here, is just for story building. Thank youu, lots of love! Have a good dayy <3

Pairing: Tsu'tey x Avatar! AFAB Reader

WC: 3K+

Warning: NSFW/SMUT, nothing that dirty; confusion?; a bit of breeding kink; a bit of desperate Tsu'tey; Oral(f receiving); creampie. Summary: a couple of idiots making things work on a new path of life.

Morning are somehow boring, awaiting for more. Until the rustles of the cocoon beds and huts cut the silence off. Laughter, sleepy steps and chitchats getting louder by the hour, life blooming on the branches of hometree. The Lights of the outside world foreshadowing their memories, a new start of the day on Pandora; your new home.

 A fresh start with the Clan Omaticaya after the war with the RDA. You thank Miss Smiles, JakeSully aka Olo’eyktan, his new rank at the moment. He got you in with him, belonging to the same squad before.

 This guy is lucky. Even when you both got here, having the pretty princess as a teacher from the start, and you, sadly, the thanator trying to get your head in a leaf plate. The king of scowls, Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyo’iyan. You’d to admit that he was good as fuck, he taught you until things got engraved to your core memory, your bones nearly breaking and you accomplish your maidenhood in a record time.

Rethinking your life in the morning is hard, engrains fuming as the skxawng of your ex-teacher is stuck beside you. His tail flicking against your back, he knows you're trying to ignore him, enjoy the little time you have. His playful manner wouldn't have happened months ago. You really don't know how hard his head got hit after his fall on the Hallelujah Mountains, this guy got a big fat luck to not die that day. Although his mind got some flick on, some variation of himself.

 He has been all over you, even when recuperating, taking your free time; throwing it all away, filling your mind. Feelings started blooming with the time spend together, they were already there before feeding into dryness. So small and not grown. Those emotions morphing into a complex concept making things complicated.

The stinging on your skin taking all the attention again, thoughts kicked out by a hard hit in your back. You picked your hand up swiftly, slapping his tail off. "Tsu'tey, I know you love my attention on you at every passing hour," strained smile cracking your angry face, "but for Eywa, I'm so close to cutting that tail of yours and feed you with it." you whispered loud enough for him. He leaned closer, breath fanning your ear, "You are not using the collar I gave you last night, your neck looks empty without it. Should I do another one?” His hand gently caressing yours, both hidden from prying eyes.

 Your mouth went dry. Looking away is safer than trying to look at him, weak to his shinning eyes, and his scowling face. He deserves someone better, greater than a half-breed, an avatar; his time wasted around you. You sighed, “I-I like what you do, every time, they’re wonderful,” squeezing his hand yearning for more, “I know that your partner is going to love them as well.”

His eyes are seeking for yours, his ears cowering as his heart started pumping slower. You look so tense, your shoulders trembling. ’Are you disgust by him?’, his silent question trying to come out swallowed quickly. His body seems frozen to his sitting space, feeling numb. He can’t feel the beating of his heart, his hands reached for his chest, thumping still there. His movements were so sudden that it made him feel dizzy, leaving is the suitable end. He has to be left alone on his own, rotting on his emotions, the shame of being rejected pushing him farther away.

His courting was going smoothly, you have appreciated every gift and his skills. Even the smallest gifts were welcome. Time spent together flashing on his mind, darkening his new path. You look at the empty space beside you puzzled, wandering for his strange behavior. Chores must be done, maybe his should’ve started long ago. Hand resting on the warm left behind, you want him around in your life. As a friend if the time says so. Adding the possibility of him being with somebody else to the equation, crushing your heart with it. At the moment the time is not enough to wander and lament the imaginary lost, the day barely started and things need to be done. Later you're going to mend this and be honest for once to yourself and him, open your heart.

Hours had passed since you’ve started your research for the ‘lost na’vi’. The light of the sun died as the eclipse took place, bringing closer the humid air of the night on Pandora. Your strength gone, energy wasted on nothing. Hiding and ignoring you for this long, his attention taken by anything, but you. You’ve felt like this before, when he was your teacher; known breathless and consuming feelings of rejection heavy on your soul.

Staying longer on hometree builds pressure over your shoulders, seeing more than what you got today as your sentiments decayed. Mindless walk taking you to the natural luminescence on the path before you, step by step shinning as the bridge started taking form. A large tree trunk covered in moss and beautiful glowing flowers, while their roots sunk in the river. You have been here with your enigmatic partner, you don’t seem to go far from him.

 This river is majestic, current not that heavy, maybe swimming is going to flow your emotions away.

 Your eyes stuck on the crystalline water, blinding your reaction to the light footsteps approaching your way, “Hello, dream walker! Are you lost?” echo of a deep teasing voice yanking you out of the scenery. Body rigid for a few seconds, ready to jump and attack, but it’s just Tarsem. You have seen this guy around, shared hunt parties with him and chitchatted from time to time. “Hello, Tarsem,” gesturing to him with your hand, “I’m not lost, just admiring the eye-catching view, wondering if I should take a dip.” a faint smile forming in your lips.

He looks agitated, his tails twitching and ears pulled back. He lifted his hand, slightly trembling, slender fingers brushing your shoulder, “I-I came here to give you a gift,” he held his breath, “a courting gift. I’ve seen you with Tsu’tey around kelutral, many times together, but it seems that you’re not being courted by him or anyone.”

Maybe if you stood there longer you'll turn into a tree, no more problems. Words said by the man in front of you made you part every interaction since your warrior's fall on Hallelujah Mountains in two, the gifts he gave you, taking you hunting with him and his new interest in skinship. Reactions you’d had replaying in your brain, your tail flicked as you worked your brain to mush. Relationships matter are done differently here-y-you fucked this up, his customs lost you in some platonic limbo. Your shoulder being squeeze made you jump, his sharp stare scanning you, the younger man put both hands in your stiff shoulders. "Uhh, I-I..." you babbled confused, trapped on the uncomfortable moment.

Tsu’tey’s gaze fixed on the shape of two na’vis near the other, his blood boiling; little of air provided by nature, not enough to suffocate it.

 He won’t take this again, his partner stolen so fast and in front of his eyes. “She’s being courted, Tarsem. You should go away now!" he hissed, bare teeth threatening the other man. Ears pointing down wards, body tensing as he marched to you, a protecting barrier before you. The younger na'vi held his arms up and left, tails tuck in between his legs. Dismissing your warrior's invitation to fight off, hissing as he passed beside Tsu'tey.

Feet moving by themselves, bringing you closer, instinct taking you to him. You are seeing everything fully, him completely. Pleased by his bright eyes on you, “I’m sorry, Tsu’tey. I-I didn’t know how mates worked," wetting your lips, "uhm, just the ending part. Neytiri and Jake are not that good at teaching stuff." you snicker embarrassed, hiding your face in your hands, waiting to be eaten by earth.

Tsu’tey's hands pushed yours away, he wants to see your beautiful face. His lips pursing in a charming smile, "I was supposed to be teaching you the way of the people, and I got lost on you, ma yawne." he chuckled, his beating heart quaking in anticipation.

 Embracing your body to yourself, caressing your arms, "I adore every gift you gave me, Tsu'tey, and you're great at any activity taking place. A known strong warrior.” Inhaling air fully, " I-I didn't feel right for you and I tried to hide my feelings away, cage them for myself.” you blurted out. Showing yourself bare is weakening, even to him. But he’s not reacting badly, he looks almost lost. As if he was trapped.

His eyes enchanted by the holy image before him, a halo of bluish light confining your form; shy and sweet, even in front of your mate. He panted, breathing seems harder around you; inching closer in your space, hands cupping your face. Feelings crashing into a fever induce kiss; his mouth following yours. Bodies pressing closer to the other, minds consume by the melting heat of the moment, longing for more than just a kiss.

Breaking the kiss felt as a forbidden act, “Come with me, please." he pleaded, his hand reaching for yours, reassuring squeeze encouraging your weaving heart.

 "I like when you beg, my love,” you joked as a teasing smile took place in your face. "Come now!" he pulled you with desperation, afraid of this being an illusion, just a dream of his. Slow steps turning into a fast pace. A never-ending walk, every passing minutes making your skin crawl, hand holding not enough.

The sudden stop made you sweat, tree of souls surrounding you both. Lilac lights drawing shadows on his muscle back, tensing with every trembling step, tail swinging with impatience. “I was worried, you didn’t come to me in dinner, not even your shadow near mine,” he confessed breaking the tensing silence formed, “I should’ve talked this out with you, instead of leaving and try t-to h-hate you.”

Nearing his body from behind, grasping your arms around his waist, leather like material prickling your skin; resting your cheek on his bare back. “The time we had to think was enough, ma Tsu’tey. I see you, regardless of anything that had happened before” pinching his side, “and you were really annoying from the start.” you pointed out playfully. His hand now wrapped around yours, breathy laugh catching your ears, “Your laugh is alluring, I’d love to hear you more, my love.” hot breath hitting his back. His face turning lilac, he’s supposed to make you feel shy and flustered, not him. Parting you from his leather belt on his waist, slowly turning to you, still holding your hand; he bringing it closer to his lips, a feather like kiss igniting skin.

 "A handsome and charming warrior." you bite your lip, “I’m such a lucky girl. Uhm, don't you want a kiss, pretty boy?" you teased him further. You took on the sight of heavenward, Tsu'tey on his knees; eyes glossy, face flush and quickening breath. "Yes, p-please." wavering voice taking you out of place, 'what happened to his strong manner?' you wander.

Dragging his hands through your legs, groping your plump thighs to his own desire. Nostril flared at the smell of your aroused scent, playing with the string of your loincloth, "Can I kiss you here, my love?" he pleaded. Heart thumping in your ears, lips parted freeing a low whimper, nodding twice starving for his skin in direct contact with yours.

Item of clothe discarded, bare to his gentle pecks on the inside of your thighs, yearning to taste you more. His fingers wantonly travel to grace your wet folds, sliding slowly inside, rubbing your clit over and over again. Warrior’s eyes fixed on your reactions. The way your face contorts in pleasure, mouth slightly open welcoming soft moans, ears retracted in ecstasy; he wants to please you more, so beautiful, a toxin consuming his mind.

 Your addicting smell making him get closer to the source, mouth salivating with the sole idea of tasting you. Parting your glistening folds, he buried his tongue straight in, lapping your juices satiating his hunger as he flicked at a short and quick motion your bundle of nerves. Tsu'tey’s free hand went directly to his navel, untying his loincloth. A teasing stroke of his pulsing cock, sending vibrations of groans to your core, causing loud prays of his name come out of your mouth.

 Thumb circling his cock-head, pearls of pre-cum dripping to his hand, wrist movements following the same motion of his tongue fucking your hole; aching to fill you up with his shaft. Your smaller hands went to his hair, desperate for your release, holding him closer to you. Rutting your hips faster, tangling nerves on the pit of your stomach blooming. The feeling pushing you over the edge, trembling legs making you unable to hold yourself any longer. Trying to get a grip of anything, your smaller hand dig in Tsu'tey’s shoulders.

Air knocking out of your lungs on instinct, but the hard impact on the grass floor didn’t hit you. Your mate’s palms were under your head, softening your fall, "I'm sorry. I-I lost my balance," you cry out, ears clasping in your scalp "Did I hurt you, ma Tsu'tey?"

His chest vibrated as he burst into laughter, your face felt hotter by the seconds, not just the teasing striking you, but the image before your eyes. Starstruck by him on top of you, his sharp features soften up as the corner of his eyes wrinkled hazily and mouth slightly open showing his teeth usually hidden from the world. “Thank you for your blessing, Eywa,” you mumbled quietly as your fingers reached for him, softly caressing his jaw. Tsu’tey’s eyes on you, his pupils dilated, lips parted panting for clean air, while your thumb in a feather like manner trace his glistening bottom-lip. Bringing him closer to your mouth, lips smashing together in a starving kiss tasting yourself on his tongue.

 Breaking the kiss, his lips descended slowly from your jaw to your neck, nibbling your pulsing point. His digits tracing the collar covering your chest, sliding it up, enough to expose your breast to his eyes. His hand cupping your breast, finger caressing your nipple; mouth stuck tending the other, pointy tongue licking it teasingly.

Hazy eyes looking at him, flicking tail wrapping around his wrist, “Touch me more, yawntu,” you pouted desperate.

A wet 'pop' like sound reaching your fogy mind, "My needy pretty mate, wants to feel more, hmm?” he mewled in your ear. Tsu'tey's hand grasping his queue, understanding the idea you went on to grab yours, looking at him through your eyelashes, such an innocent image for a seductive mate. This connection was something unknown to you both, just tales of mated pares to think on. Emotions flowing your system, knowing more than the surface. Hearts beating on their own accord, linked to the other. Nuzzling your head closer, you tenderly peck his cheek, "I love you, my handsome warrior.” your breathed his skin.

Your big and strong warrior crawling to you, confining you under him, a predatory like stare on his eyes; hands on your hips calming your heated skin. His rougher hand doing his way in between your thighs, spreading you wider for him, glistening pussy folds exposed. "So wet and ready for your mate, yawne.” he licked his lips, eyes fixed in your cunt. Tsu’tey’s slender fingers plunge inside your slippery slit, dragging his digits in and out of you, while his thumb rubbed your clit at a torturing pace. Working your hole open for him; your pink walls contracting around his digits, his sudden stop making a loud whine leave your lips. "I want to feel you around me." he groaned, fingers covered of slick going to his lips. You moaned needy a loud 'yes', ready to be fill up by your mate.

His heavy shaft rutting against you, lubing himself up with your essence. Running his hands lightly over the back of your thighs, he parted them enough to have a better access to your entrance. Cock-head brushing your wet hole, as he pushed inch by inch inside you. Teasing snap of his hips inducing to a guttural groan, "You're all mine now. A-All mine to breed and use." he breathed shakily, feeling your fluttering walls accommodated his length.

 Setting a new pace as he rolled his hips slowly, holding your sweaty body closer to his. His mouth devouring yours, hungry for more of you. As he pulled your plump hips harder on him, swallowing every sweet moan.

Low growls in your ears, almost enough to cover the wet sound skin slapping together. Using your hips to his satisfaction, rocking your body to his will, bringing you closer to your climax. Teary eyes on him, and a mind consume by pleasure, "I-I want m-more, Tsu'tey," you stuttered. Followed by a pornographic squelch of wetness as he dragged his glistening cock out, before plunging his shaft back to the hilt on your puffy folds, knocking the air out of your lungs. Starting an erratic tempo, frenetic to get you off along with him.

Tsu'tey’s gaze caught by the place where you're both connected, a white ring of your essences mixed took form at the base of his cock. Your pussy pulsing as he grind his thumb tenderly on your clit, “Cum for me, honey, cum. I-I know you want to." he hissed in your ear, hips snapping merciless in you.

You're not that far, the way your walls have him in a visceral grip, trying to suck him deeper. Hazy stuttered pounds, leaving his twitching sensitive cock spilling hot white cum inside your throbbing hole. You whine over-stimulated as he dragged his shaft out, release dripping from your fluttering hole, "You have to keep it all inside, my love," his breath fanning your lips, as his thumb pushed his cum back inside.

Tsu’tey laid beside you, his eyes bright on yours, his hands softly holding your face. He pecked gently your skin, embracing your body closer to his, tail swinging excited. “Let’s sleep, my beautiful mate.” He murmured, nuzzling his head closer to your crown. Your head resting on his chest, beating heart lulling you to sleep. 

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[aweskeetskeet]

Everyone’s talking about mafia boss bakugou or handy man bakugou or piercer bakugou, what about bartender bakugou. Jesus that would be so hot so here ya go- a gift from me to you.

CW: smut, porn with TONS of plot

(I will be turning this into a series)

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after a 10 hour shift at work burdened with nothing but exhaustion and frustration with your pain in the ass boss, the second you got home you decide that you needed a drink so you ubered to the closest bar you could find knowing that you were going to get drunk. You walked up to the bar, head hanging low, not wanting anyone to even try to talk to you and sat down in one of the bar stools with a huff.

“Damn, you look like you had a rough day” You heard the bartender say as you looked up to see him smirking down at you. “Thanks” you say sarcastically. “What can I getcha” he said with a cocky grin drying a cup. “I don’t know, you choose” you say brushing your hair out of your face. “Alright then, one screw driver coming up” “thanks” you respond tiredly. You watched closely as he poured the liquor and mixed the drink. He was wearing a button up that looked like it was gonna rip open if he flexed his muscles even once. You imagined how he would look shirtless and you shook your head blushing and forcing yourself to look away. ‘This guy probably fucks every girl that walks into this bar and I’m not even going to think about being the next one’ you think to yourself “Here ya go” he said passing the drink to you cutting off your thoughts. You half ass smiled and chugged it all in one go.

Screw drivers aren’t meant to be chugged and you knew that but you did it anyways just trying to clear your head as quickly as possible.

He stared at you with a grin. “Damn, maybe I should’ve given you a couple shots instead. so what happened to you today princess?” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the nickname. “My boss is a dick, if it’s not her way it’s the wrong way whether it works or not. She has the worst god complex I’ve seen in my entire life. She enrolls kids that we don’t have space for and she truly believes she’s doing nothing wrong. I’m just glad it’s Friday so I won’t have to see her for the next two days.” “Teacher huh? You don’t look like a teacher” “yeah I’m a preschool teacher and what’s that supposed to mean” you say this time being the one smirking looking up at him as he towered over you. this guy has got to be at least 6’5 and I mean at LEAST. “No clue, I’ve just never seen a teacher with that many piercings and tattoos.” “Valid” you say as he passes you 2 tequila shots and you down those with no problem at all. You could feel myself starting to get tipsy. “Ya know princess, you’re gonna get pretty drunk pretty soon if you keep that up” there were about 10 other people sitting at the bar and one other bartender. This guy should be helping out with the other customers but seems to be focused on just you. “Yeah that’s the plan. I need to take my mind off of today” you retort quickly. “What’s stopping you from quitting?” “Bills” you say letting out a groan tossing your head back. “Gotta pay rent some how, plus I love the kids it’s just my boss that makes it tough” You say with your head still thrown back against the chair and you laugh. He passes you two more tequila shots and you swallow those ones with ease and start to slur your words. You didn’t even notice how close the bar was to empty. “FINISH UP KATSUKI, BAR CLOSES IN 20!!” A man yells from the back. “Sorry princess, gotta cut you off” the man you now know as bakugo says as he collects your empty glasses. “Katsuki huh?” “Yep, katsuki bakugo at your service.” He said tipping an imaginary hat. You let out a little giggle. “Cute” he said smirking and passing you a glass of water and a bowl of pretzels. “Try and get a little sobered up, princess” “cute huh? I bet you say that to every girl that walks in here” you say as you pop a pretzel in your mouth. “Tch’ no way, all the girls here are either annoying as hell or just not my type” You start to laugh. “So which am I? Your type? Or not annoying? Since you called me cute.” You say eating more pretzels feeling yourself go from straight up drunk to just tipsy. “Both” he says smirking. “What makes me different?” “Hmmmm let’s see, for starters, you didn’t hit on me the second you walked up” he said chuckling. “Ah, and what makes me your type?” “Hah, that’s an easy one, the piercings, the dyed hair, your sarcasm, not to mention you’re pretty funny, oh and can’t forget the fact that you’re cute as hell, and definitely submissive judging by the fact that you blushed every time I called you princess” you could feel the heat in your cheeks rising. “Well you’re not too bad looking yourself” you say resting your chin on your hand. “10 MINUTES KATSUKI” the man in the back shouted again. “SHUT UP OLD MAN, I KNOW” katsuki quickly shouts back. “Wow, you talk to your boss like that?” You say laughing and eating the last of the pretzels and drinking the rest of your water. “Eh, he’s my uncle” “oooohhhhhhh” you say rolling your eyes. As katsuki quickly wipes the counter down. “Mind if I drive you home? It’s nearly 2am” he asked nervously. “Mmm I don’t know, is it smart to get in a strangers car? I can just take an Uber” he rolled his eyes. “Okay so an Uber driver is more of a stranger than I am, we’ve been talking for the last 2 hours and you’d rather go with someone you’ve never even spoken to?” I sigh “I was just teasing, I’m not that dumb” you say laughing as you pull out your wallet to pay for the drinks. “On the house princess” you pull your card out anyways passing it to him. “I don’t take handouts” he smirked “crazy woman” he pushed your card back to you and walked over to the register swiping his own.

“No fair!” You shout as he laughs. You watch him walk to the back and clock out laughing. He walked back out and over to you smirking “let’s go princess” you stand up shaking your head in sarcastic disappointment as you followed behind him. He led the two of you to a black dodge challenger and you paused. ‘HOW THE HELL CAN HE AFFORD SOMETHING LIKE THIS AS A BARTENDER?!?!’ You scream internally as he unlocks the car and holds the passenger side door open. He starts to drive “What’s your favorite movie, if I have it then you have to come to my place and watch it with me, deal?” He said “hmmmmmm fine, as embarrassing as it is… 50 shades of grey” You watch as a smirk grows on his face. “Have it” he quickly responded and your eyes went wide “well shit” you said he said with a cocky look on his face. He makes a u-turn and you start heading in the opposite direction. After about 10 minutes you both arrive at his house and you look up in awe at the size. It’s a gorgeous house. It’s a huge house. He smiles seeing your reaction. “Let’s go” he hops out and opens your door for you before you get the chance. You step out and he leads you to his front door. He walks you over and shows you where the couch is and pulls out the box set. He pops the first one in the dvd player and sits next to you. You both watch silently but as soon as it started getting ‘heated’ you could feel the slick gathering between your thighs. “Why the hell did I tell the truth, this movies always makes me horny” you thought while blushing. You subconsciously rub your thighs together a little bit and he looks at you. He admired your flushed face and visibly needy body and decided to tease you. “You alright there y/n?” You nod your head biting your lip. “Mhm” You mumble. You try to keep your eyes on the movie so that he hopefully wouldn’t notice the state you’re in but it just makes it worse. You feel his hand placed gently on your thigh, you were wearing shorts and could feel the cold of his metal rings against your flesh and jolt at the touch. “You sure you’re alright princess?” He said smirking and you can tell he knows what going on. “You seem a little on edge, anything I can do to help?” “I- mhm I’ll be fine” you say reminding yourself of earlier when you told yourself you weren’t gonna fuck him. You curse yourself for making that decision. Katsuki gave your thigh a squeeze and you let out a slight whimper. You look over and notice a bulge in his jeans. “I- fuck.. I told myself I wouldn’t fuck you-“ “told, or promised?” He said chuckling moving his thigh closer to your heat. He has a point. You didn’t promise. “Told” you say shakily. “By the looks of it, you seem like you need me to fuck you, do you want me to make you feel better princess?” He said as he trailed his hand further up tugging slightly at your shorts. “Mhm” you wimper. “Need conformation princess” “fuck- yes katsuki just fuck me” you say embarrassed. “Gonna need a safe word too, I go pretty rough” you groan in annoyance. “Angel shot” you say breathing heavy as he starts to suck on your neck. “Ironic, isn’t it?” he said chuckling. “Shut up katsuki” You say tilting your head back. He quickly stands up and scoops you up like you’re lighter than a feather and Caries you to his bed. He places you down and leans over you kissing your roughly and you can feel him unbuttoning your pants. With one swift motion he pulls both your shorts and your underwear off of you. “Hm, you need me more than I thought princes.” He said dragging two fingers along your folds scooping up some of your slick and tasting it. “Tastes good too” he said as he got on his knees and pushed your legs apart. You havnt had sex in months and know this is going to be a wild ride. “How about i taste a little more” he said lowering his head down and gliding his tongue slowly against your folds flicking it right as the tip of his tongue reached your clit. You jolt at the sudden sensation. ”my princess is so sensitive, how long did you think you would be able to hold on watching this movie”

You squeeze your eyes shut as he starting sucking on your clit waiting for your answer “Ngk- I forgot- fuck~ what is does to me” you whimper as he continues to devour your pussy. “Gonna make you cum with just my mouth before I do anything else princess” he slipped his tongue inside of Of you and you through your head back. He took his tongue out and roughly sucked and licked your clit. You could already feel the knot in your stomach building. As he continued abusing your pussy with his tongue. “You’re- Mm you’re good” You say with unsteady breaths. I blew on your clit sending a shiver through your body and pushing your right over the edge. It took one last flight k if the tongue and you were coming undone whining and whimpering as he licked up every bit of your release like a dog who hasn’t had water in days. He pulls away and smirks at your flushed still mostly clothed body. He scoops you up and carry’s you to his room and places you in the bed. He pulls your shirt off and stared at your breasts smiling before unclasping your strapless bra watching it fall off. He groans at the sight of your tits before cupping one and massaging one while leaning down and sucking on your other. “Fuck” you whisper gripping the sheets. He let go and started sucking on your neck leaving hickeys. “How am I supposed to cover these up for work katsuki?” You say chuckling a bit. “It’s winter, wear a turtle neck” he says before continuing and you laugh. “Okay” you say smiling and tilting your head back with a slight moan as he finds your sweet spot. His hand dips down and starts playing with your already sensitive clit before dipping two fingers in and you gasp. “Gotta stretch you out princess or it won’t fit” he says giving you a devious grin. You didn’t really think about that part, you figured it would be big but you didn’t think about how big it might actually be. You arch your back slightly as his fingers curl inside you every time he moves his fingers in and out hitting your g-spot perfectly. He entered a third finger and you gasped and winced at the stretch. You’ve done three fingers on yourself before but his fingers were much bigger than yours. He gave you a second to adjust to the size before moving them in and out once more. The sensation of the size and the curling made you cry out “F-FUCK KATS-“ you shouted as you came again. “Awe, look at that, you’ve came twice already and it hasn’t even been that long since we started, and I havnt even used my dick yet” he pulled his fingers out and you whined at the sudden loss of sensation. You propped yourself up a bit and lifted his shirt off of him and gazed at his prominent abs and muscles. Your eyes slowly traveled down to his v-line and you saw how clearly defined it was. “Eyes are up here princess” you looked up at the devious grin on his face. “It’s been a while since I’ve fucked someone, this is going to be fun” you flashed back to him telling you that he never sleeps with anyone from work. You looked up at him with a smile on your face. “Fuck me katsuki” Just those three words had him practically pouncing on you. Within seconds his pants and boxers were across the room and starting pushing himself into you before you could even see how big it was. The stretch was painful. He was big. “Ah-fuck lemme AH- adjust!” You tried to get out as he just kept pushing into you. He finally bottomed out and you were writing in pain. As you adjusted you looked down to see a slight bulge in your stomach. You still hadn’t even seen how big his dick was it was already inside you before you could register. He looked at you and waited for the full go ahead and you nodded. The second he got your conformation he started pounding into you. You watched the bulge in your stomach rise and fall as he pushed himself in and out. You were in nothing hit pure pleasure. Your knees practically touching your ears as he put you into a mating press. You felt every bit of him. You felt the veins of his cock. You felt the heat of his member pulsing inside you. You felt his balls smacking against you.

The pace he was going was brutal. There were no breaks. “Fuck princess, so tight” You were laying there eyes rolled back with drool dripping down your chin in an insanely lewd position. “FU- AH- KATS- AHH” you were screaming out in pleasure not capable of even finishing each word that you tried to get out then all do a sudden you shouted “DADDY” and he froze. You whimpered at the lack of motion. He smirked. “Say jt again” trying to catch your breath you look up at him. “Please Fuck me more daddy” you say with a whimper and tears running down your cheeks. He pulls all the way at then in one quick motion slammed all the way back in and was going faster than before. He pressed a hand down on your lower stomach right where the bulge was causing you to feel it even more and you came on the spot. “You didn’t even ask daddy if you could cum, that’s too bad I guess we are gonna try that again” he went back to slamming into you. You were shaking and crying in overstimulation feeling your orgasm building for the 4th time. “G-GONNA CUM” bakugo grunted “Not yet princess” You tried to hold back as he kept going until he started rubbing your clit whilst still slamming into you “NEED TO CUM PLEASE DADDY” “not yet princess this is punishment” he rubbed your clit faster with his other hand pressing down in the bulge in your stomach. “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME CUM PLEASE” you begged and pleaded as he mercilessly fucked you. “So needy, all for me” You couldn’t even speak, you could tell, you couldn’t even get any moans out. Your jaw was hanging open as you were fighting back your orgasm. “So fucked out you can’t even beg anymore. You can cum princess, let it out” you finally let go of the knot that had been on the brink of exploding and gushed all over him. You squirted on bakugos cock and he came inside of you. He rested his head on your shoulder and laughed. “Such a mess you made” you looked up at him unable to get any actual words out and smiled at him softly. He blushed as he pulled out and lifted you up to carry you to the bathroom. He ran a bath with salts in it and gently placed you inside. “You did so good princess” you smiled. “Thank you katsuki” You managed to get out a small sentence trying not to fall asleep in the tub as he cleaned you up. He dried you off and gave you a pair of his draw string sweatpants that you had to tie fairly tight and one of his tshirts that went down to your mid thighs. He laid you down on the fresh sheets he put on the bed while you changed and tucked you in. He laid down next You in a similar pair of sweatpants but no shirt. You snuggled up next to him and passed out already knowing or rather hoping that this wasn’t going to be a one night stand.

Prt 2

#katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo #bakugou #katsuki bakugo #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader

[quillthrillswriting]

this one's for all the kataang shippers that got a little sad every time they saw absolute husband aang slander in a zutara fanfic.

OR: the common zutara trope of "zuko helps katara escape an unhealthy relationship with aang" is flipped entirely and completely on its head.

...

The liveliness of this mountaintop temple was nothing like the cold quiet that she had felt in Zuko’s castle these last few years. After she and her friends had saved the world, ending the Fire Lord’s reign, Katara had found herself at a crossroads. Although it made the most sense, she couldn’t bring herself to return back home, to the Southern Water Tribe. The memories were… too much.

Sokka had extended an offer for her to join him at the Northern Water Tribe, where he planned to find a teacher to aid him in mastering the traditional non-bending fighting styles of their people, but Katara just couldn’t bring herself to go back there, either. Toph and Aang were both headed to reconstruct important cultural monuments destroyed during the war, including the Air temples. She had considered coming with them, she really had, but ultimately… she made a different choice. 

...

So she had stayed with Zuko. 

Through his breakup with Mai, she had been the one he came to.

Through his first year as the Fire Lord, she was at his side. Attended every meeting, talked through his ideas, dragged him out to social events when he felt so in over his head that he would sit paralyzed in his room. That closeness had turned into something else the first night that he had kissed her.

...

And after what felt like years of quiet complacency and mild agreement, Katara felt her temper awaken, flicker. She calmed herself, reasoned that she didn’t know what he was doing with them. He could be checking for threats on her life, for poison sealed into an envelope. She held fast onto that tiny scrap of belief that he was still the man she had married, trusted, loved and been loved by.

Until that last thread of hope and trust was pulled taunt and then snapped entirely when Katara slipped into his office and found them. 

There were entire drawers of letters with her name on them.

...

Her attention drifted to the bottom of the bag. To Aang's scrolls. The ones she still hadn’t let herself read.

...

Katara,

How’s the fire palace? Started any underground dance clubs yet? I guess they’d be pretty tricky to start right under the nose of the new Fire Lord. Is Zuko adjusting well? I’m a bit worried about the burden of dismantling an entire empire falling squarely on his shoulders. Do you think I should head back, stick around for some peacekeeping? Give me any reason to come to be with you help, and I will.

Yours, Aang.

...

(Fire Lady) Katara,

I heard by word of mouth from a few Fire Nation travellers that passed through the Western Air Temple that you and Zuko had gotten married. Congratulations are in order, of course, but… Sokka, Toph, your dad and I never got our invitations. Was it a Fire-Nation-only event, or something? Your dad is pretty broken up about it. Sokka and I tried to console him, but he’s fairly upset, and honestly? I’m worried about you, Katara. This doesn't seem like you. You don’t sound like yourself.

Yours, always, Aang

...

She selected a third scroll, dated only a month before.

Katara,

I can’t deny that I’m concerned about how you’re doing. Especially considering that the Katara I know would never shut down every single opportunity to see her friends. We don’t mean to be overbearing, but we love you. So much. If all the new duties that come with being wife to the Fire Lord are too much, please, please, talk to any of us. Talk to me. I care about you, Katara, I always have, and I miss my best friend.

Forever yours, Aang.

Katara slid the scroll closed before her tears could drop onto it, and she quietly packed the papers away. She reached up, rubbing those tears away furiously the way she did as a child whenever Sokka called her a crybaby. The attempt to hold the tsunami of emotion back was fruitless. She doubled over, shoulders shaking with sobs.

She knew where she would go once the cargo ship reached the land. 

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PREVIEW - full story coming soon! ★ The Tutor (SFW version XP) ★

this is the first 7k of an over 23k story. i'm finishing this up but wanted to give everyone interested a preview. this is the sfw (safe for work) version of the story. nothing too scandalous going on... yet : ) so i hope you enjoy this and come back for the full release <3333

Word Count: approx. 7.1k

Pairing(s): fem reader x johnny (dad and high school math teacher) feat. jaehyun (as her math teacher)

Warnings: explicit language

Note: in this story Johnny and Jaehyun are the same age ^^

It wasn’t as if you didn’t try. You did everything humanly possible to turn your grades around. Studying to all hours of the night; going to the tutors on campus for help — all of which ran for the hills when they saw you coming. Even asking your bestie, Doyoung, for help, knowing full well what a pickle you were in he ‘volunteered as tribute.’ However, when he saw how truly helpless you were he forfeited and told you to change career paths.

Currently in your second year at Neo University, you were acing every class except one. One single class in which you were warned about. No one passed with flying colors, even Doyoung struggled. Doyoung, the Valedictorian when the two of you were in High School — acing his classes with flying colors in Elementary and Middle school, but when it came to this class — barely passing with a D+. This class was a different beast all together. Some girls in your dormitory actually cried when their final grades came in. Only sending shivers down your spine for the following semester where you too would find yourself in tears time and time again. 

Sadly, all of your feeble attempts only resounded in a giant letter in blood red ink, F. Again! This has been your fifth F of the semester. Thankfully completing all of the homework assignments, even the extra problems was keeping your head above water. But still, an F was not what you wanted to see. Not only that, your teacher decided to emphasize the triumph with a thick red circle. And to top it off he scribbled underneath, ‘stay after class,’ written in beautiful cursive. This was it. The talk. You were dreading this moment. Every year, every teacher from primary school to secondary has given you the talk. 

‘What is wrong?’ ‘What aren’t you understanding?’ ‘If you were struggling this much you should have asked for help!’ ‘Have you tried a private tutor?’ Groaning you let your head fall flat onto your desk. Mr. Jeong wasn’t going to be any different. He was going to say the same things you’ve heard all your life. 

At this point you were sure that Math was just a big douche who loved to shit on you time and time again – your personal kryptonite in the world. All of the functions, equations, a million fucking ways to do one single problem because some sick twisted asshole came around and said ‘hey, I’ve discovered a new method,’ only adding to everyone’s frustrations! Yeah, Math hated you and you hated it. Case closed.

When the bell rang and everyone scattered out of the classroom all too eager to leave, you stayed back, as instructed. Raising his arm and slicking back his dark brown hair — a habit Mr. Jeong had that made all the girls swoon, yourself included, he made his approach. Eyes dead set on you. Lips in a hard line, he pulled out the chair in front of you sitting down. 

“I’m guessing you know why I’ve asked you to stay back,” he starts a long tired sigh leaving him.

“I swear I’m trying!” You rush to get everything out before he even has a chance to ask you the same questions every other teacher has asked you. “I went down to the tutoring classroom. They all have decided I’m a lost cause. I even asked my friend who took your class last semester! He only looked at me like I’m stupid. I’m not stupid by the way,” you hiss surprising Mr. Jeong. A tiny smile creeping at the corners of his mouth. “I’ve struggled with Math my whole life. No matter how hard I try to study I just can’t seem to grasp any of the concepts. At this point I’m pretty sure it’s my arch nemesis!”

“Why didn’t you seek my help from the very beginning?” He asks calmly.

“I don’t want to look like an idiot right off the bat! I hate being peoples’ ‘little project.’” You roll your eyes at the label you’ve been placed with since childhood.

Turning his head away Mr. Jeong covers his growing smile with the back of his hand disguising it as a cough. “Well, I for one don’t think you’re stupid.” 

“Eh?!”

“I just think you need some guidance. May I see your test?” Nodding you grab the paper from your folder sliding it to him. “Right here, you used the right equation, but made the tiniest error here,” he points with a blue pen circling the area of your mistake. Thank heavens it wasn’t a red pen. By the end of your college days red is going to be a color you would never want to see again.

Looking up at Mr. Jeong stunned you shake your head in disbelief. “S-So I just goofed?”

“Well, yes and no. Do you go over your work and double…triple check your answers?”

“I never know if I’m right or wrong and I get freaked out and second guess myself. So I just think it is what it is and hand in my paper. I promise I’ll triple, no! Quadruple check my work next time!”

“Checking your work is only half the problem. You still aren’t understanding all the equations.” He points to the problems on the second page. “These equations are all wrong. You mixed the second page equation setup with the third page. So, ultimately, they’re wrong.”

Groaning you slam your head on your desk. Mr. Jeong moving his hands away just in time before you made another blunder and crushed his fingers. “Maybe I am stupid. I’m sorry, Mr. Jeong.” 

“You’re not stupid. Please don’t call yourself that and please don’t slam your head down that hard. You’ll hurt yourself. Now, sadly, I myself am booked up solid with tutoring some of my other students. But, I do have a friend who I know can help you.”

“Really?!” You practically spring up from your seat.

“Y-Yes,” he moves away from you. “His name is Johnny Suh. He teaches Mathematics at a high school not far from here. If you don’t mind I can give him a call and see if he’s available to help you.”

“Yes! Please, Mr. Jeong! My mom is going to kill me if my grades don’t start taking a turn for the better.”

And with that you stand outside of Mr. Suh’s house, or mansion? Your head tilts to the side wondering how in the hell a high school teacher is able to live in a home that can be used in itself as a small school for kids. Checking down at the address Mr. Jeong gave you, you check to make sure you’re in the right spot. 7716 Zennie Drive. 

Shrugging you ring the doorbell and place a gentle knock on the door. After your talk with Mr. Jeong, the next day you had his class he pulled you to the side when you walked in. Having said he talked to Mr. Suh, and he was more than willing to help. 

Apparently the two went way back to their early high school days as best friends. You were told you’d be well taken care of but the only time Mr. Suh’s schedule was free was Wednesday, Friday and Saturday from 4PM to 7PM. Thankfully, you scheduled all your classes in the morning hours — your last class ending around 12PM each time, giving you ample time to eat and rest up before going to hopefully your saving grace. 

But the door remains closed. No movement. No sounds coming from inside. Checking your phone you make sure that today was in fact, Wednesday. Yep. And it is 4:14PM. Having trouble locating the home at first put you behind schedule. Yet, you’re still standing outside the massive door. 

“Mr. Suh!” You knock on the door calling his name this time. 

Stepping back you wait. Shuffling back and forth you try to focus on any signs of life coming from behind the door when a blood curdling scream comes from the other side of the house.

Jumping at the sound your hand goes to your heart. “What the —” Looking around hoping you weren’t the only one who heard the scream you find yourself alone. Great…

Reaching into your pocket you grab your keys which hold not only a rape whistle – provided so kindly of the females on campus, but a fresh new canister of pepper spray. Gripping the spray tightly in your hand you slowly make your way around the side of the house. 

“M-Mr. Suh…” you whisper. No answer. Sticking yourself to the wall of the home you make your way around the first corner only to see something you didn’t expect.

“No!” Another high-pitched scream pierces your ears.

“I’m going to get you!” An older gentleman chases after a small girl in a tutu around a massive backyard.

“No! The evil troll king!” The little girl wails. 

“Get back here with my gold!”

Blinking a few times you hope your mind is making up the scene in front of you. This is Mr. Suh?! The man in front of you appears to be around the same age as Mr. Jeong, but he is much more…he lets out such a light hearted laugh that you step away from the scene before you… handsome. 

“Fuck…” you whisper to yourself.

Mr. Jeong was already the hottest teacher on campus. Granted, not exactly your type. He held some kind of mystery behind his eyes that unsettled you the numerous times you’ve made eye contact with him. Perhaps it was a look of pity he had knowing you were bombing his class, but there was something darker and mysterious. Something in his gaze that made your stomach twist and turn. 

Many girls would gawk and stare when he’d walk across campus after his classes ended before his break. Admittedly so have you. Every time he walked it seemed as if there was a red carpet or some type of runway he was strutting down. The man was a living breathing luxury brand model! Definitely up there with the Versace or Prada models. 

Mr. Suh, gulping the saliva that was threatening to pour from your parted lips — he was a different type of handsome, and absolutely your type. Short jet black hair sticks to his forehead the longer he plays with the little girl. A loose fitted white button down shirt, with three buttons undone revealing a glimpse of his chest. Despite the loose shirt, he definitely has a broad chest and just the thought of what he looks like shirtless has your heart beating faster. You were entering dangerous waters with your gawking but you continued. Loose fitted trousers that didn’t give way to the shape of his legs but with the overall size of Mr. Suh, his physique overall just screams toned.

“U-Uh,” you try to find your voice holding up your hand. “E-Excuse me,” you manage to squeak out.

Freezing, the little girl and who you assume is Mr. Suh turn in your direction. 

“Daddy!” The little girl clings to him, her gaze peeking out from behind his long legs.

Daddy? You stare wide-eyed. He’s a father, already?!

“I’m sorry,” you start to back away. “I don’t mean to intrude. I heard a scream and —”

“It’s fine,” a chuckle comes from the man. “You’re the student Jaehyun sent over, right?”

“Jaehyun?” Your head tilts. “M-Mr. Jeong?” 

Nodding, Mr. Suh walks forward, his daughter clinging to him for dear life. “Sorry, yes. Mr. Jeong,” Johnny towers over you. “I’m Johnny Suh, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He reaches out his hand.

Saying your name quickly, you enclose your hand around his only to gasp at the size difference. “N-Nice to meet you too…” you say in awe.

“I hope you weren’t waiting long. I lost track of time. This is my daughter, Lily.” He gestures to the girl glaring at you from behind him.

Bending down to her level you try to give her your sweetest smile. “Hi, Lily. It’s nice to meet you.”

“No!” She shouts running away from you and into the house.

“U-Uhhh…” a sliver of sweat rolls down the side of your face. 

“Lily!” Mr. Suh shouts. “I’m sorry, for her behavior. I think she’s a little shy.” He brushes his hair out of his face. “Please, come inside. So, Jaehyun told me you’re having trouble in his class,” he starts off the conversation.

“Y-Yes,” you follow behind him. “No matter how hard I try I can’t seem to understand a single thing he’s teaching. I’ve tried asking for help on campus but no one seems to want to deal with me. It’s sad to say that you too may fall prey to my idiocy and drop me as well.”

Chuckling Mr. Suh slides open the glass door leading straight into the kitchen. “I’m sure we can figure out what the problem is.”

“I hope so. My mom’s going to kill me if my grades don’t improve soon.”

Taking off your shoes at the door you’re led to a small table in front of a window. “Please, have a seat and I’ll be right back. Would you like anything to drink while you wait?”

“A glass of water would be lovely.”

Heading over to his cupboard he grabs down a glass, goes to the fridge and pours you some water. Thinking he would do what your father always does when you ask for a glass of water and get it from the tap — this was definitely an act of kindness. 

“I’m just going to go check on Lily, and then I’ll be right back.”

“I can leave and come back some other time if this is an inconvenience for you. I don’t want to take your time away from your daughter.”

“Nonsense. She’s just a little crabby today,” he rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Why don’t you get your book out and start on your assignment and I’ll be right back.”

“Yes, sir,” you scramble to take out your book and binder.

When Mr. Suh was out of earshot you exhale a long deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding in. This is terrible. Absolutely terrible! Taking out your phone you shoot a round of texts to your best friend Jennifer.

I’m in deep shit!  My tutor is soooo hot! Like fucking hot!  And he’s sooo tall! What do I do Jen?!!!!

Hiding your phone under your leg you wait for her reply. Having seen the time she should be getting out of soccer practice soon and heading for the lockers. Twiddling your pencil in your hand you try to focus on the problem staring back at you.

This was going to be grueling. How is it that for the last year and a half you haven’t stepped foot in front of a man you thought was handsome — but when you need help because you’re a dumbass, the Universe places a walking Greek God before you? 

Then again, you scoff. “He’s married, you idiot. And he’s a dad! Focus!!”

Finding a smidge of peace from your rampant thoughts you get to work. The homework seemed easy when Mr. Jeong was explaining it. All you had to do was follow the equation that you just learned. Simple enough.

Or so you thought... An eon went by and you were still staring at the first problem. Pencil snagged between your teeth, bite marks up and down the piece of wood. A personal habit you picked up specifically from Mr. Jeong’s class.

“You use this, to solve this.” You start talking to yourself quietly. “Then why is it so damn hard to solve this problem?!” 

“Stuck already?” A voice whispers next to your ear.

Jumping back, your phone crashing to the floor you stare wide-eyed at Mr. Suh. With a small cat-like grin he takes a seat next to you, picking up your phone in the process.

“Didn’t mean to startle you. You were just hyper focused and I couldn’t resist.”

“Uh, y-yeah,” you reach for your phone only for it to slip out of your hands. “Shit,” you curse.

“About the language,” Mr. Suh clears his throat.

“Oh no!” You pop your head up from under the table. “Yes. No. I’m sorry. I know you have a child. I’m just nervous I guess. Please forgive me. It won’t happen again.”

Nodding he leans back in his chair. “Why are you nervous? Is Jaehyun stressing you out with all the work?”

“No!” You shout. “I mean,” you try to speak calmly. “I’m just nervous that you’ll find out I’m unteachable.”

“No one is unteachable. I’m sure Jaehyun will tell you the same thing. He’s given me a heads up on what you’re having trouble with, but if you don’t mind me asking, may I see your tests?”

Horror befalls you. He can’t be serious. He doesn’t actually want to see that travesty. Surely Mr. Jeong told him how much of a dumbass you are. He has to know that you’re in desperate need of help.

“My-My tests?” 

“Yes. I want to see exactly where you’re struggling. This tutoring is going to be in regards to your Final. For the next two and a half months I’m going to try my best to bring your grade up so you can pass and put this class and Jaehyun behind you. In order to do that, I need to see everything that you’re struggling with.”

Begrudgingly you sigh opening up your binder. “Fine…” Fishing out all of your tests and quizzes, every proof of your failure – you hand them to Mr. Suh one by one. “I’ll understand if you want to quit while you’re ahead.”

“Oh stop it can’t be —” he pauses mid-sentence his mouth falling open. “Oh, wow…” he mumbles.

“Yep. Told you. I’m stupid. Still want to take on this walking nightmare?”

“I mean he told me you were really struggling but I didn’t think this badly.” He glances up at you for a second to see the pout on your lips and in your eyes. “I’m not going to run away. I’m just shocked he waited until you were this deep in the hole to do something.” 

“Maybe he thought I would magically get better.”

“He said his schedule is booked solid with tutoring other students?” 

“Yep.”

“He’s so blind,” Mr. Suh shakes his head. “Okay, how about today I help you with your homework for Monday, and by tomorrow I’ll have a study plan and a guide all made up for you!” 

“Eh?! You still want to help me? Are you sure? I won’t be upset if you say no. Even my best friend abandoned me.”

Laughing he waves a dismissive hand. “Believe it or not, Jaehyun wasn’t the Math genius he is today. Even when he was back in college he struggled a little. Everyone needs help every now and then.”

“Thank you, Mr. Suh! I won’t let you down!”

Just like he promised, he helped you with your homework. Shockingly only looking at you incredulously a few times when he needed to dumb everything down for you to the point his daughter would be able to understand. Feeling a little better after your first tutoring session, you head back to your dorm with your head held high. Maybe this is going to be your second wind. A power up to keep you in the game!

You were sure of one thing. You would not let Mr. Suh down. 

When you got to your dorm room your best friend, Jennifer taps her foot impatiently outside your door, her fingers being gnawed by her teeth. “Where the hell have you been? I was worried about you. I tried calling and texting back.”

“Eh?” You grab your phone. “My phone was on the whole —” you press the home button but it doesn’t turn on. “This can’t be. I charged it before I left. I had a full battery.”

Pressing the small button on the side you find your phone had been turned off completely. A cold shiver rakes over you. Did Mr. Suh turn off your phone when he picked it up? Your Lock Screen appearing, a text from your friend the only thing displayed.

A hot tutor?! How hot is he? A scale of 0-10? Take a picture I want to see!

Gulping you show her your phone. “I-I think Mr. Suh turned off my phone. Jen! What do I do? What if he saw your message?! How can I show my face around him again? He probably thinks I’m disgusting! He’s a married man with a child! What do I do?!” You stomp around like a kid as you open your door.

“Don’t freak. Maybe he just turned it off. He could have a no phone policy.”

“You think?”

Nodding she ushers you to your bed where she plops down beside you. “So, tell me everything! Seriously! How hot is he?”

x - - - - - - - - - - - x

Giving his daughter one last kiss, Johnny wishes her a goodnight and sweet dreams. Today was a day like no other. Little did he know when he would take on the job of being your tutor would he find out you needed a savior. Sighing he reaches into his pocket for his phone. 

Jaehyun had a lot of explaining to do. Why didn’t he tell him you were so far behind in your studies? When he said one of his students needs help and he’s booked solid he assumed it was just a normal case of an over achieving student. Seeing your grades brought on a whole other problem. You would need to get at least a B+ on your final to even have a passing grade. Why would he let you get so far behind, and how does Jaehyun expect you to get your grades up in such a short period of time?

It didn’t make sense. Jaehyun has always been active in the Math Lab, as well as private tutoring jobs on the weekends. During his breaks he helps any student who can’t meet up with him after his usual working hours. Something had to be up. There is no way he would let you slip through the cracks like this.

Holding the phone to his ear, Johnny steps away from his daughters’ room.

“Hey!” Jaehyun says on the other end. “How did it go?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Johnny hisses quietly. “Why did you let her get to this point? When I saw her grades I thought I was seeing things! Seriously, Jaehyun…what the hell is going on?”

“I didn’t intend for this to happen.” Jaehyun snaps defensively. “I’ve been booked solid since the semester started. She was doing poor in the beginning but so were a lot of other students. This course is one of the hardest courses to teach and learn. I figured if she was really having trouble she would ask me for help or go to the Math Lab.”

“She’s in deep trouble, you know that, right?”

“Of course I know that! Which is why I sent her to you... Plus,” Jaehyun pauses alarming Johnny. “I wouldn’t have been a good tutor for her anyway.”

“Why not? You’re her teacher! You know all the answers. Everything! How would you not be a good tutor?” Johnny heads for his study.

Mumbling into the phone Jaehyun confesses. “A conflict of interest.”

Stopping dead in his tracks Johnny stares out into the empty hallway. Jaehyun had to be kidding. He couldn’t have possibly — “For fuck’s sake, man…”

“I know. I didn’t intend for this to happen. I don’t even know when it happened. But it did. That’s why I sent her to you. You are the only person who can help her. I talked to those in the Math Lab and they can barely help the students who understand the basic concepts of what I’m teaching. She was never going to get help from them. I would help her but I can’t.” 

“No shit!” Johnny rubs his forehead feeling a migraine slowly creeping up. “I’ll handle things here. She seems to need a lot of one-on-one guidance. What you’re teaching her isn’t hard but at the same time it is. Exactly what major is she in?”

“Well, this class is for those who are education majors. Primarily those who want to teach either Elementary or Middle School. Sorry for all this. I really wish I could help.”

“Yeah, I know. I may need to push some things around,” Johnny opens the door to his study. Off to the side a liquor cabinet rests with his favorite brands of wine, brandy and vodka. Putting his phone on speaker he pours himself a glass of vodka. The tension leaving his body. “If I’m to help her get a B, she’ll need help every day.” He chugs down the hard liquor wincing as it burns the back of his throat.

“What about Lily?”

Laughing, Johnny plops down into his chair. Your face when Lily ran away from you resurfacing. “Lily got scared of her and ran away. She asked me who she was and then asked if she would be around a lot more,” he smiles gently. “She had such a sour face it was hilarious.”

“So, Lily’s staying strong?” Jaehyun asks gently. 

Swirling the small amount of liquid left in his glass Johnny exhales. “As good as can be expected. She still doesn’t understand what’s going on. Hell, neither do I.”

“Have you heard from —”

Johnny quickly stops him. “No! And I don’t want to talk about her,” he glares at the snug silver ring wrapped around his finger. A daily reminder of the love of his life’s betrayal. “I’m done with her.” He touches the ring, fiddling with it. “I’ve given up. It’s been two years. I need to focus on Lily.” He slides the ring up his finger but pushes it back down. 

“I really am sorry man. I thought she was the one.”

“Me too…”

x - - - - - - - - - - - x

Looking at the problems you do exactly what Mr. Suh told you to do. Breathe. Take your time. Go through each step slowly. There is no need to rush when it comes to homework. It’s all about understanding the basic fundamentals and building confidence. Solve the problem and get an answer. Check so that you don’t miss anything and especially check to see if you made a mistake and got the answer wrong. Everything seemed to be going great. For once your confidence seemed like it was soaring. Then again…

“Only three right?!” You slam your pencil down onto your small desk in your room. This was useless. For the past two hours you worked hard to try to figure out the problems. Doing exactly as instructed only to end up with three out of seven answers right!

The worst part is that you don’t understand where you got the problems wrong. Which part did you hiccup on and why didn’t you see it and how you can avoid it for next time. You did everything right. Triple checked to see if you missed a step or did something wrong and yet, the same thing happens. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!

Closing your book for the night you trudge to your bed plopping down. Tomorrow you’ll ask Mr. Suh where you made a mistake and hopefully he can help you.

Mr. Suh, you try to hold back the smile creeping on your face. After having talked with Jennifer you were for sure going to love and dread spending time with him. Love, getting help and finally seeing your grades turn around for the better — at least that’s what you’re hoping, but also for the eye candy factor. His whole presence just made you feel weak in the knees. The dreadful part, actually having to learn all this bullshit your University was calling Math and the fact that Mr. Suh is a married man with a cute adorable little girl. 

“His wife,” you whisper. “Why wasn’t she home too?”

Shrugging, you tear your thoughts away from her unknown whereabouts. Whoever she is she’s most likely beautiful. To find a man as handsome as Mr. Suh, and have a cute daughter like Lily, she’s bound to be a gorgeous woman. Someone who works to help others just like Mr. Suh a power couple and their precious angel.

Rolling over onto your back aggressively, you kick your legs like a child. If only you could find your one true love too. To have what Mr. Suh has. Actually, first, you need to get through Mr. Jeong’s class, and then find yourself a job, and then you can worry about finding a man. Just as your eyes start to close your phone dings startling you. An unknown number and a message sits on your Lock Screen, making you spring up.

Next time the cellphone gets turned off when the lesson begins. No distractions while you’re under my tutelage. You can swing by tomorrow around 1PM. We’ll have more time to work. Sleep well. You’ll need it. J.Suh

And boy was he serious when he said you would need sleep. Actually, for the past three weeks he’s been working you like a dog. Having put together an entire binder of what to expect on the Final and of what you didn’t understand from all of your quizzes, tests, and the Midterm. A Bible of information completely personalized to suit your needs. Every day you went over to Mr. Suh’s house to get help. When you showed up on Saturday after your first study session, he stated he thinks you should come by every day. Monday through Friday your lessons were from 3PM- 7PM. On Saturday’s, secretly the worst day out of the week, you spent six grueling hours being tutored. 

Honestly, how a man who teaches all day can have the energy to help your dumbass self is beyond you. But, there was a silver lining. At the end of each day, Mr. Suh would create a tiny three question pop quiz talking about the main concepts he helped you with. And after the first week, a complete bombshell, you actually started to grow in confidence. The problems were making sense and with this last pop quiz, you got all the answers right! 

His method of madness was actually working. He taught you something! After that small victory you were positive you could end up learning what Mr. Jeong was teaching and you would find a way to turn your grades around. On the topic of grades, that is one thing Mr. Suh never talked to you about. On three separate occasions you asked him what grade you needed to get on your Final in order to pass. He would brush the question off by saying,

‘The final is a long ways from now. Let’s focus on your upcoming test.’ 

However, today is the day you’re getting back your first test since you started getting tutored. When you were taking it, you heart started to beat quickly. The numbers and questions becoming blurred and spiraling out of control but thinking about everything you’ve learned you took a deep breath and focused. The whole class was empty by the time you finished. Mr. Jeong waiting patiently as you took up until the bell to complete it. 

Now, you will see whether or not your efforts were in vain — that is as soon as Mr. Jeong shuts up and hands you back your damn test! 

“Okay, you can start packing up,” Mr. Jeong places the whiteboard marker down onto his desk. “I’ll be handing back your tests from last week. Please if you have any questions or concerns, feel free to ask me.”

Your leg starts to shake. Your pencil rammed into your mouth. This was it. He makes his way across the first row. One by one you see your classmate’s expressions. Some surprised, some angry, some…well; you know that look all too well. Defeated. As you stare at each of your classmates your nerves start to take over you. Your whole body tingling with anticipation. Mr. Suh would be in the middle of teaching his second class by now and told you to send him a message about how you did around lunchtime. 

Mr. Jeong stops in front of you, his eyes unreadable, lips in a hard line. He grabs the corner of your paper flipping it over onto the back before moving onto the next student. Saying a quick prayer you turn the paper over. 

Your whole body becomes numb. A cold sweat spreading over your skin like wildfire. This can’t be happening. Flipping through the pages of your test you go over everything with a fine tooth comb. But it was happening. In very bold and almost threatening letters, ‘stay after,’ was bleeding through the first page onto the second. 

The bell rings and everyone leaves except for you. Again. Not even bothering to pack up your belongings until after Mr. Jeong had a word with you, you wait until the last student leaves his classroom. He wishes them well and closes the door. Gulping you sit up straight. 

“I think we should talk about your test,” Mr. Jeong starts.

“Y-Yes, sir…”

He saunters up to you, once again seeming like the ground is his runway — pulls out the chair in front of you and sits down. Combing his fingers through his hair he shows you something you never expected to see. A huge smile with his dimples on display. 

“Congrats!” He leans back into the chair. “You did a wonderful job!”

“Wonderful?!” You scoff. “I got a C- practically a D! How is that wonderful?!” You point to the paper. “After all this work I thought I would for sure get an A this time.”

Laughing, Mr. Jeong turns his face to hide his beautiful smile. Wow. Something else you would have never expected to see from him. 

“Trust me. You did a wonderful job. You can’t expect in such a short time to see massive results. You should feel proud of yourself.” He rests his hands on your desk. “Seriously, this is making me feel that you won’t have to take this course again next semester.”

“That would be a gift from God himself,” you mumble only to realize what you said. “Ah! S-Sorry Mr. Jeong, it’s just —”

“I understand. When I had to learn how to teach this course I wanted to run away myself. It’s not easy and I know it’s hard to learn. I’m just glad you’re doing better.”

“Well, it’s thanks to you and Mr. Suh. I owe everything to the two of you.”

“Speaking of Mr. Suh, how is everything?”

“Great!” You beam. “Mr. Suh went through all of my old tests and quizzes and pointed out where I made mistakes. How to solve the problems and how to find my errors,” you bring out the binder he created for you. “He’s gone above and beyond anything I’ve ever experienced and I’m so grateful for that.”

Mr. Jeong takes a look at the binder his eyes widening. You were right. This was going above and beyond the call of duty. Scanning over the little quizzes he’s even given you, Mr. Jeong’s happy demeanor starts to fade. He was happy you were doing better, but at the same time he knows full well he would have never thought of doing this for you or any of his students. 

“Impressive,” he clears his throat. “I’ll have to treat Johnny to a beer or two for his help.” He hands you back the binder. “So, everything is okay? He’s treating you nicely?”

“Oh, yes! He’s very nice!”

Nodding Mr. Jeong leans forward. “I’m happy for you. I do want to apologize for not trying to do something to help you sooner.”

“No. It’s totally fine. It was my fault. I should have asked for help, or asked questions in class something so that my grades didn’t fall to this point. Oh! Mr. Jeong, I’ve been wondering, exactly what grade do I need to get on my Final in order to pass your class? Mr. Suh keeps avoiding the question which is making me a little nervous.”

“Oh, uh,” Mr. Jeong turns from you his eyes trembling. “I think if Mr. Suh wants you to focus on your studies that’s what you need to worry about. The Final is still some time away.”

Pouting you glare at him. “It’s going to be impossible for me to pass this class isn’t it?”

“No, it’s just going to take a lot of work,” he rubs the back of his neck. “If you want, we can get a better look at your grades and what you need to do in order to pass this class.”

“Yes, please!”

“Well, I’m free for this break period unless you have a class.”

“Nope. My next class doesn’t start until 11.” 

“Great, follow me.”

Quickly you pack your backpack and follow Mr. Jeong through the hallway where people were coming and going to their classes. As you make your way through the halls you notice that people are staring your way with strange gazes. They weren’t shocked, or angry, more like perplexed with a dash of spite. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why. 

Jeong Jaehyun, Mr. Jeong, the campus hottie. The Professor every girl and woman wishes to have but only those in the Education department ever get. Walking beside him you glance up to see his side profile. He is extremely handsome. Eyes laser focused on the path he’s walking. Shoulders straight and broad, his body has a natural sway that shows nothing but confidence. Upon further inspection he dresses nicely as well. 

On most occasions he wears a button down white shirt, black slacks, with black shoes – a simple style but on him, luxurious. The only person you think that can compete with such a simple style is Mr. Suh. Laughing to yourself you see how they became friends. They have a similar aura about them but Mr. Suh is a lot easier to be around. Then again, it’s probably because he’s not your Professor and you’re not terrified of failing his class.

“Exactly how long are you going to stare at me?” Mr. Jeong asks you a playful tone in his voice. 

“E-Eh?! Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” 

Keeping your eyes down at your feet you walk a few steps behind him ashamed of your ogling. It wasn’t like you to stare at someone so shamelessly. Then to be caught red handed, the embarrassment sweeping over you is all consuming. 

“I don’t mind the staring,” Mr. Jeong continues. “I get stared at all the time.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I really didn’t mean to stare.”

“Please, class is over. You can call me Jaehyun.”

Stopping dead in your tracks you stare at your Professor. There is no way in hell you can call him, Jaehyun. You are his student and he the teacher. It would be improper. 

“I don’t think I can,” you chuckle nervously.

“When you’re with Johnny, what do you call him?”

“Mr. Suh.”

“All the time?”

Nodding you smile. “He is my tutor after all. He’s there to help me. Not to be my friend. Plus, he’s already taking a good chunk of his time to help me instead of spending it with his wife and daughter.”

“His wife?” Mr. Jeong walks up to you. “What do you mean his wife?” He grabs you by your shoulders.

Looking down at his hands you see them tighten onto you. “U-Uh, well I haven’t seen her at all, but he has a wedding band.”

Sighing in relief Mr. Jeong releases you. “Oh, okay. Sorry about that.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Has Johnny talked to you about his wife?”

“No, Mrs. Suh’s never come up in conversation. Actually, nothing personal has come up at all. It’s strictly school work and studying.”

Nodding Mr. Jeong starts walking again, heading down the stairs. The light atmosphere surrounding the two of you long gone the moment you mentioned Mr. Suh’s wife. Was she a sensitive topic? For the last three weeks you’ve wondered why each night you never saw her. Why she wasn’t in the kitchen getting dinner ready for Mr. Suh and Lily. By the time your tutoring sessions ended it was 7PM, she would have at least started cooking by then. 

A thought strikes across your mind. What if she’s sick? What if she can’t get out of bed and that’s the reason you’ve never seen her. Slowly your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach. Mr. Suh’s wife lying in bed ill. Not able to play with her precious daughter, or spend time with her husband in their beautiful home — at least what you’ve seen of it. Smiling brightly you plan out something just for her. A gift that will hopefully brighten her day. 

Holding open the door to the side of the building, Mr. Jeong allows you to walk outside first. “Mr. Jeong,” you keep up with his pace. “What type of woman is Mr. Suh’s wife?”

“She, uh,” he starts fumbling over his words. A strange sight for the suave Professor everyone adores. “Wh-Why do you want to know?”

“I want to get her something. I can only assume that since I’ve never seen her she must be sick, right? I can’t imagine what Mr. Suh must be going through having to juggle teaching, Lily, taking care of his wife, and now tutoring me. He truly is a saint.”

“No. You’ve got it all wrong,” he grabs your wrist stopping you. “Johnny, his wife, she’s not sick.”

Your heart that was wading in the dark depths of your stomach instantly bounces back to its proper place. “Well that’s wonderful news! I still want to thank her for sharing her husband. I know all this tutoring must be an inconvenience for her. I was thinking of getting her chocolates and flowers. Does that sound like a good idea?”

Shaking his head Mr. Jeong runs a stressful hand through his hair. “No. It doesn’t. She won’t get them.”

“Why won’t she?”

“She left. She’s gone. Don’t ever bring her up in front of Johnny or Lily.”

Gasping you cover your mouth with your hands. “Sh-She died?!”

And that is all for now XP I hope that you look forward to the full release of this story. With how long it’s turning out to be it may be broken down into a longer main portion and smaller continuous portion (so 2 posts) if you want to be notified of when the story is released let me know with a comment saying you want to be added to this stories tag list and I’ll put you in ^^ Hope you have a wonderful day/night and I hope to see you in the full release <3333

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In My Solitude

Pt. 1 of ?

TW: NON-CON, NON-CON, NON-CON!!! *** Dark!Henry, Stockholm syndrome-ish, Violence, literal mind fucking, taking virginity, shame fucking, non-con/ dub-con??

It's a long one.

"Put her in Solitude. We'll sort her out later." Brenner's smug voice ignites a rage in you like a gas stove. The only voice that pisses you off more, is One's. He carries your stubbornly dead-weighted body down the hallway to a room meant to deprive you of social interaction.

Your crime? Scrambling the shock collars of every other volatile subject in the facility. So yeah, they were right to lock you up, actually. They take you to a small room with a bed, a desk, and one single wooden chair.

"You're such a teacher's pet, One." You spit like fire as the two of you draw closer to the room. You hated Solitary. It scares you to be alone, more than anything. Though, One already knew that about you.

"You're too old to be playing rebellious teenager, don't you think?" He lowers you over the bed and drops you onto the mattress. "I'll be back once you've calmed down."

"I am calm!"

"Okay, I'll be back once we've regained control of the violent children you sent on a killing spree today." He speaks flatly and exits without another word. The second the door closes, anxiety sets in.

"Fuck you guys! Do you hear me!?" You use your abilities to sling the one non-bolted-down piece of furniture at the camera; it was the small wooden chair. The seat busts into shreds and your collar instantly shocks you at max power.

You release a cry of pain and collapse on the floor, paralyzed until the voltage stops.

"Oh, you mother fuckers. Did I forget to scramble MY COLLAR?" You curse out loud at yourself.

"I imagine your brain is fried from the constant amount of electricity being sent to your brain every time you fuck up." One reappears in the doorway, silently. He glances at the damaged camera and the red light slowly goes dim.

"Oh no, poor camera. Now you can't watch me stare at the wall." You jeer, rolling your eyes as you lie back on the bed.

"That's fine. I'll just have to come to check on you more frequently." The tone of his voice causes a knot to form in your throat. One finally steps into the room and lets the heavy, computerized door close behind him. You sit up on the bed, hanging your legs off the side, careful to avoid eye contact.

"I like chatting with you, Y/N. You're... Interesting." He walks closer until he's standing right in front of you. The bed is frameless and bolted to the ground, so it's not very high. Leaving you at eye level with his belt as he gazes down at you.

"D-Don't even think about it." You narrow your eyes, disgusted by what his stance suggests- though you already know you'll be thinking about it later.

"Oh, Y/N. You couldn't be so lucky." He glances at the camera one more time, making sure it's broken. "Though, it does get boring here after all these years. You'd think you'd be begging for it."

He holds up the remote that controls your collar, sending a Pavlov-like programmed fear through your bones.

"So beg for it," he speaks with a quiet, breathy voice. Your eyes widen, but as soon as you open your mouth to stutter out "what?" Someone calls for One outside the door. He smirks, satisfied with your speechlessness. He exits silently, returning to the hallway as if nothing happened.

You remain speechless, sitting in silence questioning if you'd somehow misread the situation. You shake any thoughts of One out of your head and try to look zoned out in case the camera came back on. Really, you were trying to use your abilities to unlock the door. You don't know how, but it seems like One can always sense your powers. Your collar goes off immediately.

You scream, ceasing your attempt to open the door, but it keeps going. Sending endless volts of electricity through your body. Once it finally lets up, you pass out on the bed.

Night falls and you're sound asleep, still exhausted from the electrocution. Silently, as usual, One enters your room. He takes his time, drinking in the image of you unconscious on the bed. Your legs are exposed from under the hospital gown you're all forced to wear when they run tests on you.

One slips into the bed, propped up right beside you. His hands wander your body before carefully palming and playing with your breasts. You moan softly in your sleep, only exciting him more. He reaches a careful hand to the hem of your gown, carefully raising it to expose your bright white, cotton panties.

His breathing shudders as his gentle hand grazes over your covered clit. You unknowingly arch your back, desperate for more friction. He takes the hint and slips his hand into your panties, rubbing his long, nimble, middle finger up and down your throbbing slit.

Your eyes flutter open as pleasure consumes you, and that's when you realize why you're feeling so euphoric. You instantly jerk away, attempting to scream, but he's too fast. He pins you in place, his powers have always been much stronger than yours, he could just control them better.

"What are you doing!?" You question, panicking as your brain comprehends being awake.

"Shh," he whispers gently as he continues to work his fingers, carefully slipping one deep inside of you. Your face is consumed by a shade of bright red as you fight back your moans. One chuckles in your ear as he slips his hand from your underwear and brings his fingers to his lips, delicately licking them clean.

"Go back to sleep," he demands calmly before shocking you until you pass out again.

The next few weeks are just like this. In the daytime he slips into your room and taunts you, enraging you until you melt down. At night, he plays with you, sometimes letting you cum, other times edging you until you're convulsing. The more you try to tell other doctors, the longer your stay in Solitude is extended for "misinformation."

Then, one night, something seems different. He's grinning ear to ear as he slips into your room. Usually, seeing him would illicit a sassy remark from you, but after the last few weeks, you find yourself keeping quiet. He excites you, even if you don't want him to.

"Why are you smiling like that?" You ask, desperate to break the tense silence.

"I brought you a... Toy." He reveals a baton from behind his back. It's long and metal with a taser bit on the end. The other guards use them to keep numbers in check.

"W-What is that for?" You ask, as tears already well up in your eyes.

"This." He extends the baton and rests it under your chin, lifting your head with it. He pulls it away, staying close to your face when he activates the electrical current. You flinch, startled by the sound. One laughs, leaning his tall, thin frame over to your bed.

"Don't worry, the battery is dying," he chuckles before prodding your thigh, sending a jolt through you that is much milder than the collar. You jump and let out a small yelp. Your face blushes, alerting him to your excitement.

"Look at you. I knew you'd come around." He joins you on the bed, close enough for your thighs to touch. A soft hand trails up your back before sharply gripping the back of your gown and pulling you over his lap. A deep, satisfied exhale leaves his nose as he runs his hands over your curves.

"O-One-" you start, but he cuts you off.

"Henry." He corrects you with a sudden, firm smack on your ass. "I don't dehumanize you by calling you by your number; do I, Y/N?" And he doesn't. He never has, but you'd only just realized that. The sound of your name from his lips causes your breath to hitch in your chest. He lands one more firm smack.

"Say it."

"Henry." You furrow your brow. "I thought I heard Papa call you Peter?" You glanced back over your shoulder, peering at Henry's studious eyes as they scan over your body repeatedly.

"I don't think it would be as exciting for me if I made you moan a fake name." He drags the end of the baton up the back of your legs as you remain positioned across his lap. The electric barb was cold from being inactive, sending goosebumps up your back. The softness is quickly contrasted when Henry activates it against your left ass cheek.

You release a loud burst of sound, a mixture of cries and moans as you arch your back, lifting your ass higher for him.

"Don't eavesdrop on me again, Y/N." He breathes in your ear with a raspy voice. "I don't think Brenner even remembers you're in here, you know that?" He traces more lines over your skin with the baton.

"What do you mean?" Your voice is no more than a breathless whisper.

"I mean if I didn't come to play with my new toy, you'd starve and rot back here- alone." He puts extra emphasis on that last word, alone. The thought of this fate causes your breath to hitch in your chest. "Don't worry, Y/N. I wouldn't let that happen."

Suddenly, you're reliant on his visits. You're desperate to be violated. (As if this wasn't something you already fantasized about for years prior.) Half of you is terrified of a lonely, painful death and the other half is slowly becoming obsessed with his unwelcome touch.

Another two weeks pass. You're tormented with orgasms every night. He loves to find you sleeping so he can grope and tease your unconscious body while manipulating your dreams with his abilities. Something you don't know he can do.

He makes you dream of getting fucked by five or more men at a time. Taking painful thrusts in every hole they can access. Henry loves the fear and blush on your face as you're passed around inside your mind. He knows this terrifies and turns you on. (Having spent most of your life in the facility, you're still a virgin. No one's taught you that shame isn't real, so you desperately try to gain respect by not being "easy." You tend to feel weak or foolish when your morals are questioned or insulted.) He makes sure you can mentally feel the way your inexperienced cunt stretches around a cock.

You whimper and buck your hips against the air, desperately searching for some sort of friction. Your breaths become shallow gasps as he starts playing with your nipples under your gown. Your hips continue to grind against nothing until he slides his leg between yours, making contact with your clothed, drenched pussy.

Adorable whines escape your chest at the sensation. Henry tilts his head to the side, curiously. A devilish grin spreads across his face as he warps your dreams again. Still getting filled in every direction, you begin to moan his name.

"Henry, oh my God!" You erupt. Suddenly, the dream changed. It's just you and Henry on a cold, metal exam table. Common in the facility. He's pinning your wrists above your head and fucking into you like he hates you. Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as tears fall down your cheek. You and Henry climax at the same time in your vision, causing you to finish in real life, against Henry's leg.

Short, shallow breaths occupy your chest, but you remain asleep. Grinning, Henry releases his hold on your mind. He rises from your bed, palming himself through his white, pleated pants. He's unbearably hard, pressing desperately against his zipper.

He leaves the room and doesn't return the next night. He doesn't even check in all day, but you still receive every meal.

"At least he didn't forget," you reassure yourself out loud. Being alone makes you anxious, but you pass most of the time thinking about your dream. The recollection causes a throbbing in your clit and you attempt to fight off the urge to touch yourself at the thought of him.

You imagine how smug he'd be if he walked in on you with your fingers inside yourself. For a few hours, you loathe the idea of giving him the satisfaction. But as the thoughts remain in your mind, you find yourself losing the battle. You do your best to look nonchalant as you finger yourself softly.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you accidentally moan his name aloud.

"Henry..."

Like a sixth sense, he excuses himself from his duties and finds a quiet area to project to you. You can't see him, though you'd be able to sense him if you weren't overtaken by your fantasies. He smiles as he watches you throw your head back, begging for him to tear into you.

Just as your finish, he returns to his duties, continuing to ignore you for the rest of the night.

The next day is the same. You don't see him at all, but you're still fed. But after that, the meals slow down too. Anxiety sets in as you wonder what could keep him. You stare hopelessly at the camera all day every day for an entire week. By the third day, you stopped receiving food altogether.

You're hungry and weak and panicking from being left alone in silence for too long. You're just about to give in to low blood sugar when you hear the small serving window slide open, meaning your food had been delivered. You eat quickly, almost crying with relief as you fight to slow down with each bite. A couple of hours later, Henry appears in the doorway, stepping in to let it close behind him.

"Henry," you gasped like you hadn't been breathing the entire week. Without thinking or realizing it at all, you threw your arms around him.

"You needed to see that I'm the only one who cares about you now." His voice is dark and cold. He carefully pushes you off of him so he can look into your eyes.

"Please don't leave me again, please-" you fight to steady your voice.

"I don't think you appreciate the time I put aside to take care of you like this. I mean, look at how you feel when I don't come to visit," he steps closer, causing you to step away.

"What? Please don't, Henry. Don't leave me again-" panic reignites.

"Oh, no. Don't be stupid, Y/N. I'm not leaving. I just need you to repay me for my efforts." Another step closer, placing you in a corner.

"I-I can't do anything from in here. I don't have anyth-"

"Shut up and take your gown off." His words are stern and cold. You're shocked by his demand and freeze in place.

"Uh-uh-what?" You stare into his expressionless face and he just rolls his eyes. He grabs the thin cloth and tears it down the middle, exposing your white undergarments. You release a small scream, but quickly stifle it in fear.

"I don't think you're going to fight too hard. You want me to take you. You need to be taken so the shame of being an easy little whore won't ruin it for you, isn't that right?" He breathes his words into your ear as he closes in on you. You're still frozen and speechless. Unsure of how wrong his words really are.

He slides your panties down your legs and discards them along with the torn gown. His eyes carve you like knives as he takes in the image of your naked body pinned against a wall, waiting to be ravished for the first time.

You always imagined your first time would be slow and gentle, but you could tell you were about to be used as nothing more than a hole. That made you blush.

"I hope it doesn't hurt you too much because I don't plan on stopping," he chuckles as he wraps a large, strong hand around your neck and drags you to the bed. He carelessly tosses you onto the mattress and makes quick work of undoing his belt and pants. His face looks angry and focused, his eyes are dark.

You glance at the large, metal door and a tear slides down your face as you realize there is no getting out of this. Henry's throbbing erection springs past his underwear and brushes against your dripping clit. You gasp at the sensation, your pulse quickening as reality sets in. For weeks he had been sexually tormenting you in ways you weren't even aware of yet, but now Henry's finally taking what he wants.

"Look at how you don't even fight me. Both legs wide open; you're so desperate to be fucked out." He taunts you as he strokes himself right outside your entrance. You feel blood rise on your face in shame. You're embarrassed at how horny you are. You cover your face, unable to look at him anymore.

Henry tilts his head, scanning your hands over your face. He chuckles, thinking of more ways to get off on your shame. Without warning, he slams into you, full length. You scream in pain, and your walls throb around him, causing him to moan through his evil laughter.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," he gasps, thrusting into you with no time to let you adjust.

"Henry, please!" You beg, losing your breath from the hurt.

"You really are a virgin, aren't you? There were so many rumors about you fucking the guards for more freedom," Henry teases. "I always wondered why you wouldn't give it up for me." Slowly your body adjusts to his size and the burning becomes a tight knot in your abdomen. He can tell by the way your unclenching that you're starting to like getting fucked.

"I n-never fucked a guard!" You defend yourself, but Henry just laughs at you.

"Don't you love the idea of letting them all pass you around and fill you with cum so you can skip around outside for 15 more minutes?" His relentless teasing only adds to your embarrassment.

"No! I'm not a wh-whore!" You sob, remembering how often the guards called you that when you rejected their advances.

"Yes, you are, Y/N. And you're mine. And if you don't want to be alone, then you're going to learn to love being my whore." His words seal your fate and you fall silent. You fight all urges to moan, keeping your face covered as you cry and cum. Henry laughs loudly as his thrusts speed up and he finishes deep inside you.

As you remain laid out on the bed, Henry stands and recomposes himself. He fastens his belt and straightens his hair up before exiting without another word.

You lie in a puddle of sweat and cum, completely unable to feel anything below your waist. The longer you're left to recover, the more you wonder... When he's coming back.

Henry returns the next morning, no longer taunting you because he knows you aren't going to tell anyone anything anymore. He enters the room with a new gown, placing it on the table across the room. You pretend to still be asleep after a tiring night, either to get him to leave you alone... Or to see what he'll do.

He quietly walks over to your barely-covered, naked frame and shakes his head.

"Stupid little thing," he taunts, fully aware that you're awake, but saving that information for himself. He reaches a gentle hand down to your "sleeping" face and traces over your soft lips delicately. The gentle affection causes a sudden blush on your cheeks. You open your eyes and meet his gaze above you.

"Oh, you're awake," he quips. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept okay," you move your hands to try to cover yourself as best as you can.

"Here, I brought you a new gown." Henry gracefully strides from one side of the room to the other, passing you another thin gown.

"Why can't I wear my thermals?" You question, uncomfortably.

"Because, before your last 'mistake' you were in the gown due to testing. And now you'll keep wearing it because it's so easy for me to tear off of you, okay?"

"Okay." You agree like it was instinct to do as he says. Henry helps you into the garment, tying it behind your back for you. After the final knot, he spins you around to face him. Your eyes widen as you raise your guard, unsure of his next plans with you. At this point, you put nothing past him.

He grabs both your arms by your side in the blink of an eye, keeping you restrained where you are. He pulls you into him roughly and plants a hungry kiss on your lips. You scrunch up your face, still unsure of how he makes you feel. Fantasies or not, he was violating you repeatedly. He chuckles at your confused, disgusted expression before leaving the room once again.

Part one of ???

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[sunnyie-eve]

3 | Deep Down

Series: No Prince Charming

Paring: Harry Hook x Original female character Princess!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

Doug and Bella were chatting when Evie comes up to them to show Doug what she got on her test. "Also, B, you were right. Chad is not worth it." Evie sits down at the table with them.

"What made you realize that?" Bella laughs.

"He gave the teacher her magic mirror and was going to expel Evie. But she passed her test without it." Doug says so Evie shows Bella what she got.

"Good for you. Now, excuse me. I have to go find my mother because she wanted to talk to me." Bella gets up walking up but Mal grabs her arm dragging her back towards Evie.

"Ben just asked me out on... a date." Mal tells her.

"So why did you grab me?" Bella asks confused.

"Because he's you're brother. And you need to help me too." Mal looks at her.

"I need to?" Bella laughs then gets dragged by her as she and Evie walk together.

In the girls room, Bella just kinda watched Evie help Mal out for the date. And listen to their conversation, Bella felt for the girls hearing about their relationships with their mothers.

"There anything I need to know about Ben?" Mal turns to Bella.

"A bit childish at times so don't be surprised if he pulls a little something." Bella tells her as there was a knock at the door so Mal opens it to show Ben.

"For the first time, I understand the difference between pretty and beautiful." He tells her making Bella cover her mouth from busting out in giggles. "I hope you like bikes."

"Have fun you kids!" Bella smiles as they leave and Evie closes the door. "I can't fully relate to you guys with your parents but I sorta can at the same time." Bella speaks up to Evie.

Evie turns to look at her, "How so?" She goes to sit with her.

"I'm scared of my parents at times. I don't want to disappoint them, but what they want from me isn't what I want. Then they hold Ben to these expectations, and I know that they want me to follow them too at some point." Bella looks down at her hands, "Every single day I have to hear; you should be more ladylike and wear a dress. You're the Princess of Auradon act like it." Bella laughs at herself, "I didn't choose to be that. I just want to be myself. Not this princess everyone wants me to be. And I for sure don't want to depend on a stupid Prince."

"Shouldn't your mother kind of understand that? If I remember her story correctly." Evie tilts her head.

"Yeah, you would think that but no. It's; you'll find your Prince and you'll understand, my dear. You just have to give it time." Bella mocks her mother, "She fails to see I'm exactly like she was before she got with my dad."

"Yeah, hopefully she will see that soon." Evie smiles, "You're parents should just let you be you."

"Evie, maybe you should repeat that last part to yourself in the mirror. I know for Mal it's a little different because of who her mother is. Just be yourself too." Bella gets up heading for the door, "Hopefully you four realizes doing what your parents isn't what you really want." She adds before leaving the room.

While Bella was in her room, Ben knocks before walking in, "Hey, hey." He smiles walking in.

"How was your date?"

"Good, little picnic. Found out Mal can't swim." He chuckles.

"Swim? Did you go to the enchanted lake?" Bella sits up all the way, "And?"

"Yeah, and I'm still have feelings for Mal. And seeing your reaction you know she spelled me?"

"I had this guess once you sang to her in front of the whole school. I was just glad Audrey was out of the picture." Bella says being truthful with him.

"Not very-,"

Bella cuts him off, "If you say, Princess of me... I'm going to shave your head while you sleep." She smiles so he leaves her room quickly.

Bella gets up going over to her window looking out wishing she could just run away, "As mom once said..."

I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell. And for once it might be grand, to have someone understand. I want so much more than they've got planned...

-

For Family Day and the performance of Be Our Guest, Bella kept her distance not wanting to be a part of it. But after it was done her mother motions her to come over so they could take a family photo together.

"Oh. By the way, I have a new girlfriend." Ben tells their parents as they stand of the photo.

"Well, I never wanted to say anything, but I awkward thought that Audrey was a little self-absorbed with a fake smile and kind of a kiss-up." Their mother tells them.

"Oh, but when I have my opinions of her it's not princess-like." Bella laughs while smiling for the picture.

"Do we know your new girlfriend?" Their dad asks.

"Well, sort of... Mal." Ben says as the camera counts down so him and Bella were smiling for it while their parents where shocked by the news.

"Did you?" Their mom looks at Bella and Ben walks over to Mal.

"Oh, yeah. And I'm for it." She smiles patting their backs before walking off. "Guys..." She sees Jay and Carlos at the chocolate fountain.

"You saw how they got out of the limo arriving." Evie tells her.

"That's true." Bella nods her head.

"They want to play a game croquet before lunch." Ben says as he and Mal join the others.

"Oh, great."

For a while everything was going well. Bella was chatting with Evie and her daughter while Adam was with them. Jay and Ben were playing. And Carlos was running around with the dog.

"You?" They all look over to see Aurora's mother with Mal. "How are you here? And how have you stayed so young?"

"Queen Leah, it's okay. Maleficent is still on the island. This is her daughter, Mal. Don't you remember my proclamation to give the new generation a chance?" Ben tells her.

"A change to what, Ben? Destroy us? Come on. You remember, don't you. The poison apples. And the spells. Spells. My daughter was raised by fairies because of your mother's curse. So, her first words, her first steps, I missed it all!"

"Why are you going off on Mal for what her mother did? Mal wasn't around then or even thought of." Bella gets upset.

"I'm so..." Mal starts but Chad cuts her off.

"Go away! Stay away from her!" He steps in front of her to block her way.

"Don't do this Chad." Ben tells him.

"What? They were raised by their parents. What do you think villains teach their kids? Huh? Kindness? Fair play? No way, okay? You stole another girl's boyfriend."

"What did Cindy and Charming teach you? Because it sure wasn't kindness because you're a stuck up idiot prince. What? Did mommy shove a her broom up your butt since you're such a pain?" Bella snaps.

"Isabella!" Their parents gasp.

"And technically you can't just blame Mal for taking Ben from Audrey because Ben chose to leave her fake act." Bella adds smiling.

"You want to be so different don't you, Bella?" He eyes her. "You okay enjoy hurting people. And you, you're nothing but a gold digger and a cheater." Chad looks at Jay then Evie.

"Mirror, mirror, in my hand, who's the biggest jerk in the land?" Evie asks them shows Chad it was him.

"What? Come on!" He slaps her hand away.

"Don't touch her!" Bella shoves him away so Jay grabs him then Evie sprays him making him fall asleep. "Oh, he'll wake up." Bella rolls her eyes at the everyone freaking over Chad.

The four walk off and their dad said he fear something like this would happen and that's it's Ben's fault. "Because everyone can't see past who their parents are! And it doesn't help that you hold them accountable for what their parents did!" Bella snaps at her parents and everyone before going off to find the four.

When she finds them and takes a seat with them, they look at her, "You didn't have to do any of that." Mal speaks up.

"Yes, I did. Yes, you guys are still planning to steal the wand just to make your parents proud of you... but the from the time you guys have been here. I know deep down, getting to know you, you don't actually want that. Jay, you love playing. Carlos, you love the dog. Evie, you feel like a princess here and learned you don't need a Prince. Mal, you are actually feeling feelings you've never felt before with my brother." Bella tears up because she's gotten close with them some. "I understand in a little way and Evie knows that."

"Thank you, for standing up for us. Especially snapping at Chad." Evie smiles.

"Of course, that's what friends do. And if you haven't noticed, I don't really have friends here besides from Doug.

"Come here." Evie gives her a side hug.

"If we do pull off this stunt... I promise we won't let anything bad happen to you." Mal gives her a slight smile.

"That's nice to know." Bella giggles.

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[anysin]

Fic: Payment For Silence

For an anon who wanted teacher/student AU for Jon/Martin with an obsessed Jon, here you go, I hope it's to your liking! Technically SFW but with a very creepy Jon.

Payment For Silence

"Mr. Blackwood," Jon says, "stay here after the class. I need to talk to you."

It hasn't escaped his attention that Martin has been struggling to stay awake for the latter half of the session, his eyelids constantly falling shut even as he manages to sit upright by his desk. Jon's words, however, instantly make an impact, and Martin's head snaps upward, his eyes locking with Jon's. He looks very much like a startled animal, all naked vulnerability. It's actually rare to catch Martin like that, off guard; it must mean he knows what is about to happen.

Jon wants to smile.

He waits for the other students to leave, making sure not to look into Martin's direction until he has locked the door. Jon shivers inside with anticipation as he turns around, seeing Martin standing by his desk. Martin is staring downward, worrying on his lower lip with his teeth, in the middle of a deep thought. Jon interrupts it:

"Let's get to the point, Mr. Blackwood." He waits for Martin's eyes to dart in his direction before continuing: "Don't think I didn't notice what happened during the last exam."

He can see Martin's throat move as he swallows, his nerves plain on his face. Jon has him right where he wants him.

"I'm sorry," Martin mutters, clasping his own fingers.

"Sure you are." Jon brings his own hands behind his back, linking his fingers together as he paces towards Martin, taking it slowly. He needs to savor this. "As much as I sometimes doubt it, you are actually smarter than this. You could have passed that exam easily, just without the best possible grade. It's sad and pathetic that you resorted to cheating."

With every word, Martin's face falls a little more until he looks away, his mouth trembling slightly. Jon closes the distance between them, just barely managing to restrain himself from reaching out, from tucking a lock of hair behind Martin's ear, from placing his hand on his shoulder, from gripping him.

"Do you even have a reason for it?" he asks, staring at Martin as Martin turns towards him again. Martin jumps a little, apparently surprised to find him so close, but he doesn't move away. He never, ever moves away when Jon gets too close, perhaps especially when Jon is displeased with him.

It makes Jon pound with madness.

"I have a part-time job," Martin explains in a small voice. "It's taking a lot of my time, but I really need it. I couldn't prepare for the exam as well as I wanted to, and I really needed that best possible grade for it."

Martin looks away gain. "I'm so sorry. Please don't tell my mother."

And there is the opening Jon has been waiting for.

He doesn't react instantly, letting Martin close his eyes and shiver there, obviously disraught. Jon lets him simmer, lets Martin's nerves and his own nerves to stretch taut, before saying:

"That's a lot to ask for. If you expect that from me, I expect a lot from you in return."

Martin opens his eyes slow; the look in them is damp, and needy.

"I will do anything," Martin whispers.

And there goes Martin, sealing himself into Jon's hands.

Jon breathes in deeply, keeping his eyes on Martin's. He indulges himself now, raising his hand and stroking the back of it down Martin's cheek, following its soft curve with his knuckles.

"I will hold you onto that word," he says. "I'm going to demand a lot from you, Martin. You're going to have to earn my secrecy."

"I promise I will," Martin replies, fast and eager. Willing.

Jon will hold him onto that word.

#my fic

[multistanisms]

Soft Notes & Gentle Shades | Shadowhunters

Shadowhunters

Alec x Magnus

Word Count: 1,246

One Shot, Part of my College Dorm Series

Living together has brought some complicated feelings for young artist Magnus and vocal prodigy Alec. The moments where they can sneak loving looks are some of the most treasured.

Being roommates with a music major wasn’t as terrifying as Magnus had originally suspected. Alec’s preferred instrument was an acoustic guitar, thank Nyx, and more often than not, Magnus found himself listening quietly to the lilt of Alec’s voice as he practiced the assigned music or worked on covers for his hobby posting covers on youtube. Sometimes he would just sit and watch, enjoying the way the slightly younger male got into the music. It was beautiful and inspiring. Magnus would never forget the first time he picked up a charcoal pencil and began rough sketching Alec leaning back on their couch, fingers strumming as he taught himself “Thinking Out Loud”. Drawing Alec was something Magnus did to try and keep his feelings for his roommate and friend in check. Today had been rough, professor Fairchild critiquing works meant to be reminiscent of Van Gogh and only a handful of his classmates got a decent amount of praise. Magnus himself had gotten a fair bit of it, but he hadn’t been satisfied with his work, and he had admitted as such. Professor Fairchild - his favorite of the art teachers he’d had - had smiled as she patted his shoulder and explained that it was okay to not like every work he created.

“Sometimes things didn’t fit our usual style, Magnus. It’s okay to not feel complete when we try something new for the first time.”

Magnus had smiled and offered to let her keep his painting, since he didn’t feel he would do anything with it. The lovely woman had agreed and before he’d left, he had helped her hang it next to the vast window near her desk - the forest creek beautiful, but to Magnus not complete. So he’d walked back to the dorm room and gone to put his things in his room, waving at Alec as he passed the other on the couch, smiling back when the blue eyed man smiled and waved as he held his guitar. He set his bag in his room and grabbed his homework, going to the other couch and opening his textbook to read about the Rococo period with Alec's voice in the background. After finishing the needed chapter and filling several pages in his notebook with notes for the next day, he stopped to get a snack from the kitchen, pausing as he actually began listening to the song Alec was singing. Why was his roommate so damn beautiful? It should be illegal and to top it off, Alec was so talented it was unreal. Magnus was in awe as he watched Alec, the other so lost in the music that he didn’t notice Magnus staring for a long moment. Dark eyes closed and Magnus had to shake himself as he moved back to his spot, pulling his sketchbook from the pile of stuff on the coffee table between them, pulling out one of his finer pencils and glancing up as he began to draw his roommate.

Alec wasn’t sure how to respond when he finished the practice of the cover he was working on to find Magnus drawing on a sketchpad. “Mags?” The nickname pulled Magnus from whatever he’d been working on, and he smiled, dark eyes so loving Alec melted inside. Why was Magnus always so perfect? But after a moment he figured he should say something, so he opened his mouth. “You alright?”

“Yeah. I just...I heard you singing and it just kind of...sparked something. I needed to draw it.” Magnus replied, eyes going back to the page and smudging something the lightest bit.

“What is it?”

The artist shrugged a little. “Nothing major. Just a doodle, really.” he replied, waiting a moment with his lip caught between his teeth. “Will you sing again for me, Alexander?” The inquiry came with a smile and Alec forgot completely that he hadn’t been singing for Magnus, or even to his roommate. But he nodded and moved to make sure his guitar was in tune again, letting the song flow from him as he played.

“Pick up the pen, put it on the paper, Write on my skin, bring me to life. Can’t start again, there ain’t no eraser, All of my flaws, you got them so right.”

He didn’t notice as Magnus twirled his fingers to rotate the pencil before the other went back to work, Magnus shading and drawing without looking.

“Everything is blank until you’ve drawn me. Touching on my body like you know me. Write on me, color outside the lines. Love the way you tear me up, baby take your time. Write on me, give me some wings I’ll fly. Love the way you tear me up, I’ll never change my mind.”

Magnus didn’t need to look up to get the details right. He’d been drawing Alec for almost two years, after all. But it all came to life as he brought the image to life, drawn in by the music. The faintest smile curving Alec’s lips as he sang, the easy way slender fingers moved along the neck of the guitar, even the way the light filtered through raven hair. Magnus smiled as he filled in places and left others empty, the image perfect as he set the pencil down and closed the book, getting up to wash the pencil residue from his hands. “Should I give you some time to film so you can post?” he asked, looking over at Alec from the little kitchen island as he washed his hands off and dried them.

Alec looked up and smiled. “No, I’m not posting this week. The state contest is this weekend, I won’t have the time to edit. Besides, it’s not quite where I want it to be.” he answered, looking up as he put his guitar away. “How’d the critique go?”

“Good, I just didn’t feel like my piece was complete. Professor Fairchild has it in her room now.” he replied, smiling. “She loved that I went with the nature aspect. Most everyone went with self portrait style.”

“I don’t see why you didn’t do the self portrait.”

“I’m not good at drawing myself, Alexander.” Magnus replied, bringing a soda from the fridge over and handing it to Alec. “Are you nervous about the competition?”

“Not as worried as I was. We finally got results, and I was second chair.” came the reply as Alec popped the cap from the soda bottle and took a drink. “I mean, yeah, I’m still practicing, but I’m not as super worried about it like I was last week.”

“You’ll be fine, Alexander. One more patch and trophy, right?” Magnus teased, not missing the blush on Alec’s cheeks as the other bit his lower lip.

“I’m glad you don’t put much emphasis on my singing. That’s all some people see.”

Magnus arched a brow from where he had situated with another textbook. “Alexander, there is so much more to you than people believe. Maybe it’s because I have such a close relationship with you day to day, but I know there’s more to you than that angel’s voice of yours.” He gave an encouraging smile and Alec smiled back and when he looked back to his book, Alec moved to pick up his own textbook and the two fell into comfortable silence. Magnus didn’t comment on the fair blush painted along Alec’s face, and Alec didn’t mention the way Magnus’ eyes had lit as he’d said the words ‘close relationship’.

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[purplefangirl42]

Crossing Worlds

Summary: Two women are whisked away from their own lives to a strange place where they meet a mysterious force and receive a special mission.

Relationships: Hunter/OC (Kimber Sallaros), TBB & Kimber, TBB & OC (Lena Orim) (implied romantic undertones for Crosshair/Lena).

A/N: This is part 1 of a 2 part birthday gift for my lovely friend @photogirl894 💜 sending you all the love in the world Morgan! Kimber belongs to Morgan and is from her wonderful story Sun and Rain. Lena is my OC and her relationship with Crosshair (the beginning of it so far) can be found in my story Bad Timing.

AO3 Link || Part 2

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Timelines, Multiple POV

Darkness surrounded her as she fell through what felt like nothingness. There was no rush of air passing by her as she fell, no indication that she was approaching any destination. Suddenly, she came to a stop on what felt like ground, landing in a heap. With a groan, Lena stumbled to her feet and took in her surroundings. There was absolutely nothing around her. No structures, no wind, no source of the strange light that surrounded her, no ground; just nothing. 

Where am I?

The absolute absence of sound was unnerving, but what shocked her more was how alone she felt. Her entire life, Lena had been able to sense the universe around her. Every form of life had a connection to the Force, every person had a cloud of emotions and thoughts following them everywhere. Now there was no sense of anything, no brush against her mind, no wave of emotion. It scared her more than she cared to admit.

Lena sat down on the “ground”, crossing her legs and closing her eyes. Maybe if she focused, she would be able to sense something. She wasn’t sure what kind of place she had ended up in, but there had to be some way she could connect to what she was familiar with.

Keebo was the first person she tried, hoping their bond as teacher and student would still be accessible. No such luck. She tried Obi-Wan next, searching desperately for the presence that had been constant for most of her life. Nothing. In a last effort, she reached out for her grandfather, thinking the ties in their blood would allow her to reach him. As she grasped at empty space with her mind, Lena let out a frustrated shout and opened her eyes to the nothingness around her.

Just as the sound left her mouth, there was a flare of light. Lena lifted her gaze to see a hole open in the space above her. A few seconds passed before, just as she had, a figure fell from above and landed in a heap. Suddenly, Lena didn’t feel alone. There was another mind, full of confusion and frustration.

The figure sat up, a feminine voice letting out a string of expletives in Huttese that Anakin would have been proud of. The person was wearing red and gray armor that looked like a combination of trooper armor and Mandalorian armor, fitted to her form perfectly. A long brown braid hung over her shoulder and flopped against the ground as the woman pulled her helmet from her head.

“Who are you?”

Kimber had no idea what had happened. One moment, she was talking to Echo. The next, she found herself falling through darkness. Even though she was wearing her armor, helmet and all, hitting the ground hurt. She was not proud of the words that left her mouth at the sensation. As she sat up, she pulled her helmet from her head, trying to get a clearer look at her surroundings. She found herself staring at another woman sitting on the ground a short distance from her.

“Who are you?” Kimber asked.

The woman stared at her with a slight tilt of her head. As Kimber looked her over, she noticed that she was wearing the brown and beige robes of a Jedi. Like herself, she had a long braid hanging over her shoulder.

“My name is Lena. Who are you?”

“I’m Kimber. Kimber Sallaros.”

“You’re wearing armor. Are you Mandalorian?” Lena asked.

Kimber laughed softly and gestured to herself.

“Maker, no. I’m part of a squad of clone troopers. Gray and red are their colors, which they graciously let me use when I joined their squad.”

Lena looked like she was deep in thought as she looked Kimber over. Eventually, her gaze settled on one of her shoulders and she raised her hand as if to touch the plate there.

“The skull…99…” she paused for a second before looking back up to meet Kimber’s eyes. “Are you with the Bad Batch? Clone force 99?”

Kimber smiled in response.

“Indeed I am! Do you know them?”

“They helped me on a mission. Crosshair saved my life more than once.”

Kimber felt her heart constrict at the mention of Crosshair. She wondered if this woman knew what had happened to him, if she knew about the things he had done.

“When did you join them? When I met them not too long ago, there were only four members on their team.”

“Four?” Kimber asked. “When did you meet them?”

“A few months ago, I think?” Lena said. 

Suddenly, it all made sense. Wherever this strange place was, it seemed to have pulled them from different points in time. Kimber didn’t have time to say anything else before there was a loud noise that surrounded them, making further conversation impossible. A large portal opened a short distance from them, bringing a ship into the mysterious emptiness of this realm. A ship Kimber recognized.

“Speak of the devils,” she muttered.

Lena looked over at her with a puzzled expression.

“Do you think they were dragged in from wherever you were taken from?”

“Hard to say,” Kimber said with a shrug. “Let’s go find out.”

Crosshair cursed as he got back to his feet from where he had fallen to the floor of the Marauder. While Tech’s flying was sometimes questionable, it rarely knocked him off balance.

“What the kriff is going on?” he asked as he made his way to the cockpit.

“That is an excellent question,” Hunter said as he came up alongside him. “Tech, what happened?”

Tech spun around in his chair to face them, looking more confused than Crosshair had ever seen him in their whole lives. 

“I’m not sure what happened,” he said. “One second, we were flying through space and I was calculating our jump to hyperspace. Next, we were crashing here.”

“Let’s go check things out,” Hunter said, pulling his helmet down over his head. 

Crosshair and Tech did the same and followed Hunter down the lowering ramp, Wrecker hot on their heels. Crosshair scanned the area around the ship and was surprised to see absolutely nothing. Well, not exactly nothing. 

“There’s two figures over there,” he said, pointing across the vast expanse of darkness before them.

The four of them started walking towards the figures he had spotted. As they got closer, Crosshair pushed his viewfinder down to get a better look. With the enhanced view, he could see the people more clearly. Two women stood together, looking like they were waiting for something, or someone. 

“It’s two women,” he said to Hunter. “One is wearing armor and the other looks a bit like a Jedi.”

“Let’s hope they know what’s going on.” Hunter said.

When they were a short distance away, Hunter stopped, indicating for the rest of them to do likewise. Crosshair looked the two women before them up and down. Though he had never seen either of them before, something seemed eerily familiar about both of them.

“My name is Hunter, and this is my squad,” his brother said. “Do you ladies know where we are and what’s going on?”

Crosshair noticed the facial expression fall on the taller woman in armor. If he didn’t know any better, he would say she looked heartbroken. She seemed to gather her wits quickly and schooled her expression back into a more neutral one.

“I’m afraid we’re as clueless as you, Sergeant,” she said. “Neither of us are sure how we got here either.”

Crosshair saw Hunter tense in the corner of his vision at the woman’s mention of his rank. He hadn’t said what his rank was when he introduced himself, so the fact that the woman knew it was suspicious.

He narrowed his gaze and gave her a thorough lookover. His gaze landed on her armored shoulder, seeing a reflection of his own armor in the paint. The 99 and the skull painted there were too similar to the ones on his and his brothers’ armor.

“Do you know us?” Tech asked, saying what was on both his and undoubtedly Hunter’s minds.

The two women exchanged a glance before the shorter one stepped forward to offer her hand to Hunter, no doubt expecting him to shake it.

“I am General Lena Orim of the Jedi Order. This is Kimber Sallaros. We seem to both know your squad, but separately.”

Crosshair had no memory of either of these women. His confusion must have been prevalent, as the woman that had introduced herself as Lena turned to look at him.

“I know it sounds unreal, but somehow we have all ended up here together. I know your names, you helped my battalion on a rescue mission, and escorted me back home once the mission was over.”

The other woman stepped forward, closer to Hunter. She reached out her hand to touch his arm and Hunter visibly flinched away. Crosshair’s hand drifted towards the blaster on his hip, ready to act if Hunter called for it. The order never came, however. 

“Kimber…I remember…”

Kimber’s face lit up with a look of hope. Lena seemed to realize something and surged forward, grabbing Crosshair’s wrist. He moved to pull away, but stopped when a wave of memories hit him.

A smile bright as sunlight. Warm skin under his fingertips. His arm around her waist as they sped away from danger. Attraction, warmth, protectiveness. 

Lena released his wrist and looked up at him expectantly.

“Sunshine?” he whispered, almost to himself.

Both women looked at him in shock at that single phrase. Before he could move, Kimber stepped forward to touch his hand and he was hit by another wave.

Sunsets. Sniper practice. An exhausted and worn form beneath two suns. Affection, anger, betrayal, forgiveness.

Crosshair ripped his helmet from his head and threw it to the ground, trying to get fresh air into his lungs. These memories didn’t belong to him, they were foreign. 

“What did you do?” he heard Tech’s voice echoing beyond the rushing sound in his ears. “What’s wrong with him?”

“He’s remembering,” Hunter said softly.

When Kimber had touched his arm, Hunter had felt a shock like a lightning bolt go through him. Images of things he had never seen flashed briefly before his eyes. He didn’t see much before he pulled away from her touch and the images vanished. All that was on his mind was a name.

Kimber.

“Kimber…I remember…”

Watching Crosshair’s reaction to first Lena’s touch and then Kimber’s brought the sensation that he had felt back to the front of his mind. It was like they were downloading memories of their other selves. The helmet flying from his brother’s hands as he drew ragged breaths startled him and he sensed Tech surging forward on his other side.

“What did you do?” he shouted. “What’s wrong with him?”

Before he knew what he was saying, Hunter answered his brother’s question.

“He’s remembering,” he said softly, pulling his helmet from his head and dropping it to the ground.

“Remembering what?” Wrecker asked from behind him.

Hunter glanced at the two women before him and held out his hand to Lena. She seemed to understand his request and gently laid her hand in his. He felt the shock once again, not as powerful this time. He didn’t seem to have as strong a connection to Lena as he did Kimber.

“You need to touch,” he said, gesturing to Tech and Wrecker. “That’s what activates the memories.”

Hunter watched as both Tech and Wrecker held out their hands for Lena and Kimber to touch, trying not to flinch as they shuddered in reaction. His worried gaze landed on Crosshair once again, who seemed to still be experiencing the aftereffects of the transfer.

“Are you alright?” he asked his brother.

Crosshair looked at Lena and Kimber for a moment before standing up straight and meeting Hunter’s gaze.

“It’s a strange feeling, but I think I’ll be alright.”

“Strange is a good word for this situation,” Tech said. “We all seem to come from different timelines and dimensions. The concept is fascinating.”

“Yeah, but how do we get out of here?” Wrecker asked. “There’s nothing here!”

“One thing at a time, Wrecker,” Hunter said. “Kimber, can I talk to you?”

Kimber was unsure how to answer Hunter’s request. He had only asked to talk to her, but she wasn’t sure if that was wise. She had already let it slip before that she knew him by calling him by his rank. With how quickly he pulled away from her touch, she wasn’t certain that the memory transfer had been complete.

He wasn’t her Hunter.

Deciding it was probably best to just get it over with, she accepted his request and the two of them split off from the rest of the group to speak privately. When they were out of hearing distance, Hunter stopped and turned to face her.

“I think we need to do the transfer again,” he said. “I have vague memories and a connection to you, but that’s all. I don’t know what our relationship is like.”

Kimber was conflicted. Maybe the memory transfer had been a mistake. Granted, she had done it by accident at first. Lena had only taken her lead and completed the process on Crosshair. There was no way of knowing what the long lasting effects would be.

When this Hunter returned to where he was from, would he remember her? Would she essentially be abandoning another version of her beloved Sergeant to pine after her from a different dimension?

“That might not be the best idea,” she said. “I don’t want to change your life by doing this. Not when we’ll have to go our separate ways afterwards.”

Hunter held out his hand to her, a determined look on his face.

“I’m willing to take the risk.”

Kimber sighed and flexed her hand at her side before making the leap, lifting it to rest in Hunter’s. She watched him shudder as the memory transfer was completed, his grip on her hand tightening so much that it was almost painful. When the process was over, his grip softened and a gentle, loving expression replaced the one of agony. 

“That’s what you were going to keep from me? That you’re my sweetheart?”

“Except I’m not,” Kimber said softly. “You’re not my Hunter.”

Hunter’s expression fell and he released his grip on her hand.

“I guess that’s true. All the same, it’s not an unpleasant feeling. Even if I have to say goodbye to you later and live with this knowledge, I am content with it staying.”

Kimber gave him a small smile and nodded in the direction of the group.

“Should we rejoin the others?”

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