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kotohq · 12 days

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##. BABY, THINGS I WANNA SAY TO YOU

♡ How you (accidentally) came to know his feelings for you

♡ Contents & warnings: secondhand embarrassment (major on hiiragi and umemiya's part), unestablished relationships but implied mutual feelings, humor (this was not written seriously), manga character spoilers, not proofread, reader is addressed as pretty (umemiya)

♡ Characters: sakura haruka, kaji ren, hiiragi touma, suou hayato, umemiya hajime (xgn! reader)

To be honest, Sakura Haruka is truly the king of not being subtle about his feelings. This boy will literally stare (he thinks it’s a stare, but he doesn’t know he’s furrowing his brows and squinting his eyes like he’s glaring at you) at you at every wake moment that you two are in each other’s presence but when you turn your head to acknowledge his presence, he flushes a deep shade of red and comically turns his head away to avert his gaze from yours.

And, of course, having someone bore holes into the side of your head isn’t a particularly nice feeling so one day you jokingly confront him by saying: “hey, Sakura-kun, why are you always staring at me? Are you in love with me or something?” and you swear you meant it as a joke, and you fully expected him to call you stupid and tell you to stop joking around. But!! When the only reaction you pulled out of him were flustered stammers and reddened ears, you knew you accidentally threw the dart right on the bullseye.

As if things weren’t awkward enough, he had to poorly defend himself (and confirm his infatuation further) by saying “and what of it?! What if it’s true that I like you, huh?!” congratulations on the first “oh.” moment of your life, you’ll have to pay for it by communicating with this boy. Good luck and don’t tease him too much because he might explode.

Ah, yes. Kaji Ren. The king of not confessing. He’s not someone who falls in love or falls out of love easily so he’s probably been pining over you since middle school, and everyone who went to the same middle school with him probably knows how dumb in love he is with you.

And that is why Ren’s good friend since middle school, Sako, broke into a sweat when he accidentally came across Ren, after accidentally meeting you. The thing is, Sako also considers you a good friend from middle school, so when he met you by accident while walking around to find the new trendy dessert, he didn’t deny your invitation to hang out. And that is because he didn’t take into account that this will happen, that his good friend would see him walking around with said good friend’s crush. It’s only when he meets eyes with Ren that he realizes how bad everything looks. You and Sako, hanging out. Just the two of you.

At the sight of Ren’s shock-widened eyes, Sako, feels his panic meter rising to 100 real quick. He’s not about to be dubbed as someone who steals his friends’ crush, not today.

“D-don’t get the wrong idea! I met them by accident while walking aroundー” he blurts out in a haze of alarm, briefly turning his head to you for confirmation. You give a nod, and he continues his panicked rambling, which is probably the worst single decision he’s ever going to make in his entire 15 years of living.

“ーand there’s no way I’ll go on a date with someone that you’ve liked for 3 years!”

Immediately after hearing Sako’s explanation, you and Ren chime a “what?” simultaneously. you in confusion, and Ren in disbelief because no way those years he spent pining over you was just outed like that. And then Sako makes some half baked excuse to leave you two alone to talk as if he wasn't the one who made this mess in the first place, like wtf bro clean it up. Good luck communicating with this one too, assuming he hasn’t run off in embarrassment, that is.

Hiiragi Touma the chad!! He actually has the balls to confess, I love this man. He planned it meticulously too, like what he’s gonna say, at what place, what his reply is gonna be depending on your answer, yada yada, you name it, he’s got it all prepared. And right now the timing is right, he’s got you in a secluded place so he can save both of you the embarrassment of having anyone hear an intimate moment, he’s even got his hand latched onto your wrist too. He gulps a bile in his throat so he doesn’t stutter when he tells you exactly what he’s been dying to tell you.

“Listen, I have something to tell you,” he sucks in a heavy breath, he feels like his lung is gonna run out of air soon from the nervousness. He’s prepared, he just needs to say it. say the three words.

“I like—” “oh, Hiiragi! You already confessed to them? Good for you.”

Hiiragi doesn’t think he’s ever felt his nervousness disappear so fast before, immediately being replaced by anger and pure exasperation. His brain stopped thinking about how your wrist fits nicely in his hand and has instead started repeating the phrase “fuck you, umemiya hajime”.

The glare he gives the Boufuurin leader is harder than any punch he’s thrown in his life and it effectively makes Umemiya disappear behind whatever wall he came from. Feeling awkward and bad for him, you initiate a conversation.

“Hiiragi-” “sorry,” he cuts you off, sinking down to the floor in a squat as absolute exhaustion takes over him, his free hand going up to cover his face. “Sorry. Just… give me a minute and I'll confess to you properly.”

Hiiragi is relieved though when he feels your wrist sliding up from his hand, moving to intertwine your fingers with his. Maybe everything will be okay, after all. Still, fuck umemiya hajime indeed. read the room, man.

Suou Hayato is the king of confessing. Or, he would be, if he didn’t treat it as a joke and asked you to date him everyday jokingly. Now he finds himself stuck in a complicated situation where you don’t ever take his confession(s) seriously and he’s quite in a pinch because he really likes you and wants to seriously date you. He can’t blame anyone but himself, though, because who the hell says “just kidding” after literally confessing that he likes you. Not only that, but he’s setting himself up by saying “let’s date” everyday in such a carefree way that you can’t take it seriously.

Truth to be told, Hayato keeps asking you out because he's still holding on to the hope that something miraculous might happen and you’ll take him seriously. So far, though, it isn’t looking any good. Woe is he. Sorry man, you set yourself up for this yearning.

His yearning gets so bad that one day when he finds you asleep on your desk after school with your head nestled between your arms on top of your desk, he sits on the chair in front of your desk. His hands found themselves mindlessly wandering to your hair, twirling a strand between his fingers and watching the sunset illuminating your hair. He observes your sleeping face for a while, before his hands reach out to give your cheek a gentle poke. He chuckles when you make a funny face and turn your sleeping face away from him. He doesn’t even know why he does what he does next, but he gets close to your head, stopping just beside whatever part of your ear is exposed. Then, he whispers, voice lacking the teasing lilt that it’s usually bathed in.

“You don’t know how much I actually want to date the hell out of you.”

And then Hayato realizes how silly he’s acting so he grabs your shoulder to shake you awake. He gets surprised, though, when your hand suddenly grasps his, holding him in place before he could pull back (let's be real he doesn’t want to, though.).

“Do you really mean that?” he realizes he kinda fucked up but it’s okay because at least you’re aware of his feelings now.

Umemiya Hajime does have the courage to confess, though. But he’s also kind of afraid that you might not see him in the same way and it’s gonna change his friendship with you so he’d rather wait until he’s certain his feelings aren’t one sided.

But all that logical reasoning gets thrown out of the window when he catches sight of you playing with the orphanage kids. He’s a family man through and through so of course that kinda stops the gears in his head from turning. In any case, though, he’s happy to see you getting along with his younger siblings, though, ecstatic even. Like, it’s to the point that he doesn’t realize he’s staring at you with such a lovesick smile that he might as well make the “hearts in eyes” phrase a real phenomenon.

“I can’t wait to confess to you.” the words trickle from his mouth without consent from his, y’know, logical reasoning. Panic takes over momentarily before he realizes you didn’t hear what he just said because your ears are probably full of the children’s laughter.

You didn't hear. But some of his younger siblings did.

“Onii-chan, is that person the one you like?” as if it wasn’t bad enough that you heard the question, the little girl had to also point straight into your direction. Well, it wouldn’t have mattered if they did or not anyway because the only two teenagers in the room are you and hajime.

“Oh so they’re the one you talk about with heart eyes!” One pipes up. “right! The person whose eyes would sparkle when the sun hits them.” Another one follows. “and the person whose hair looks especially beautiful when it’s illuminated by the setting sun!” You get the gist.

Hajime would think about how cute his younger siblings look with their eyes sparkling with excitement if it weren’t for the fact that he can’t think of anything else because his mind is filled with the sound of his racing heart.

The fact that he talks about you to his younger siblings is exposed in bright daylight, and you’re looking at him with a surprised expression etched on your pretty face.

The discovery his younger siblings made did nothing but successfully make them gush over you even more. Well, who could blame them, their older brother’s crush is right in front of them. Deepest condolences, though, because children are always unnecessarily nosy and stubborn so they’re gonna end up matchmaking you and Hajime. You bet they’re not gonna let you go until you both confess to one another, right in front of them. What a nightmare.

#wind breaker (satoru nii) x reader #sakura haruka x reader #suou hayato x reader #umemiya hajime x reader #hiiragi touma x reader #wind breaker x reader #kaji ren x reader

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vixennz · 1 year

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Anomaly of Heaven. Overblot mc

Synopsis: You finally have enough of Crowley's bullshit

Character/s: Ace, Deuce, Grim, Crowley, Housewardens, Vice, First years [only malleus, riddle, azul, and leona are actually mentioned but only little]

Content Warnings: Bottled up emotions, rage, screaming, cussing, trauma, abit ooc characters, mentions of body disfiguration [although not too vivid], overblot, afab mc, fem pronouns (she/her)

Genre: Pure angst, no comfort

Word count: 1k+

Song: Skyfall — Adele

It was tiring.

It drained you.

Helping everyone, cleaning up everyone and Crowley's mess, and then... getting nothing in return. It was always you to blame. It wasn’t your fault you were brought here so why are you always to blame? Why is it always you who is unlucky?

You sighed staring up at the night sky, tired and angry. The built up rage was lighting something sinister within you; but you had hope, one little spec of hope, that Crowley finally managed to find some way to bring you back; sure, you have friends here but what about your friends back home? Your family? You wanted some sort of normality just for once.

Surely you were brought here because you’re special, right? You must have some kind of role other than being just- there

You stared ahead, out of the window of ramshackle, grim was long asleep, but you simply just couldn’t bring yourself to, no, not with all these feelings and thoughts mixing in; but slowly the exhaustion finally kicked in and you found yourself succumbing to slumber.

Drip drip

The next day you felt off, something just did not feel right, and it wasn’t because of someone... No, it was because of you or rather something within you.

Every little thing was irritating you, your senses felt overstimulated, so you left, not bothering to explain to the trio where you were going, you just wanted to be alone.

The walk to the garden was quiet and peaceful... finally some alone time, you thought.

“Ah prefect! There you are, could you get these....” of course there had to be disturbances, it just wasn’t your day today.

“sure, and uh, sir? Have you found a way back home?”

“ah! Home.. Haha of course! But lately I have been very busy for some things to help the school!”

“right.” you replied, “now if I shall I've got other matters to attend to” crowley said hastily leaving

After finishing what he asked for, you finally had time to spare for yourself, but you were wrong. Walking to crowley’s office you wondered what the hell those three idiots have caused again, in fact, what have they not caused?

Drip

You swung the door open and entered the headmages’ office “prefect! Perfect timing!”

“what happened now?”

“Well, these three have broken something, and as the prefect of ramshackle it is your utmost responsibility to take care of them, and you failed to do so... again.” crowley sighed

this was incredulous! You were busy and did not know what was happening, so why are you to blame once again. “what!? It wasn’t even my fault sir- I was doing what you asked me to-”

Drip drip

“ah ah, but you were assigned to keep them out of trouble as well!” he replied in that sickenly voice of his, feigning innocence and what not

“I-” you were about to protest when another voice piped in “hey! We did it so punish us instead, just leave my henchman alone!” grim said running by your side, sure he may be a little menace at times but he is your friend, and he just couldn’t stand there while his beloved human was getting blamed for something she didn’t even do.

Deuce and ace nodded as well agreeing, “yeah! They weren’t even there it’s all on us three, sir”

He couldn’t just take all the blame on you! You did nothing wrong.

“Listen crowley, I did absolutely fucking nothing! I wasn’t there how was I supposed to know?!” you screamed, finally having enough of all the shit he’s put you up for, hell even grim stood by you.

Crowley, ace, and deuce were stunned, they didn’t expect their quiet and kind prefect to just scream out of nowhere!

“Prefect! What is this kind of behav-”

“Shut up! All you have ever done for me is treat me like some sort of fucking servant! Have you even worked on finding a way back to my home?!” you screamed, it seemed that all your bottled up emotions have finally decided to spill

“Well- yes I am working on it-” crowley replied, but you knew better than to believe what he said

“Oh really? Do you even work at all? Cause it seems to me like you have been lazing around being fucking incompetent! Overblots happen every single month, and who must clean it up? ME! All your work? IT'S ON ME!”

Drip...

“We wouldn’t have had any overblots if only you actually cared!”

Drip drip..

“It's because of your negligence, lack of involvement and greedy ideals that’s what’s getting us wrapped up into a mess!”

Drip..

“have you even considered what I've felt? I act like it doesn’t bother me, but I deeply miss my home!”

Drip drip...

“You talk as if you’re some kind, responsible person BUT. YOU. ARE. NOT!”

….

The room was silent as everyone tried to get themselves over the shock and horrid, grim was seething beside you, he didn’t like the fact crowley kept on stressing you out.

You were tired of his selfishness, his lack of care, for the betterment. A gnawing darkness came from within, slowly little droplets fell from your eyes, great you were crying now, you thought as you reached up to smudge it away..

Again and again, but it seemed to just keep coming, you couldn’t understand why.

Horrified gasps were heard in front of you; deuce stared wide eyed, and ace felt guilt. “[n-name]”

“henchman..! this is all your fault you damned mage!” grim yelled at crowley, he looked genuinely worried; how could he? How could he cause [name] such pain that she’s slowly finally, succumb to the darkness?

You finally understood what was happening, looking down at your hands, it wasn't tears, it was ink.

The magicless student was actually... overblotting.

It’s suffocating, the gnawing darkness from earlier has now fully enveloped you. Staggering back, you were shaking, it hurts... it hurts! you said not even realizing you were screaming in agony. Unknown to you grim was starting to overblot as well, he just couldn’t keep it in anymore...

“So painful... MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE-” you sobbed in anguish, it felt like you were too small for your own skin...

Riiiip

Three pairs of inked wings came out from the rip on your back, the other three were downright horrified.

“you two.. Get the dorm leaders.” crowley said “what!? What abou-”

“GO!” ace and deuce had no other choice but to do so.

The word slowly started to blur out as you succumb to the outcome of your pure unfiltered rage. Your appearance drastically changed, your hair was longer ending in white, defying gravity itself as it slowly floated, your eyes became slitted as another pair opened just below it, and finally a halo of thorns formed just right above your head, as if it was some sort of mock to you.

You were good, you followed everything that was said, and now here your reward is, to be in the form of one of the most kind and known celestial beings, an angel; but was it really a reward when you are simply a mock version of it? A version made from hate; Your hate, despair, and suffering.

You embraced this new form with open arms, it was you, after all. Grim was beside you, oh little grim, he didn’t seem so weak now, a tailed beast he has become, fire burning hotter than before. Mounting the huge beast, you both headed for the courtyard, leaving that part of the building in ruins.

“housewarden!” ace and deuce busted in the meeting room, panting as they ran from the whole other side of the building

“Ace? Deuce? You clearly see there is a meeting happening right now. I will not tolerate such beh-” riddle said in disappointment but was cut off by the two first years “now is NOT the time, [name]- she-" deuce panted.

“spit it out you idiots, I've got no time here.” leona spat out, just then a loud screech can be heard, loud enough to shake the room abit, now this caught their attention.

“[name] has overblotted we don’t know how-”

The housewardens all looked at the two in shock, running out and to the courtyards.

Destruction, chaos, and fire was what they reached to. The screams of horror rang throughout the entirety of the school, and the once magicless, helpless prefect was the cause of it all, laughing as they tore the school down and reduced it to nothing but rubbles of ashes.

“what the hell have you become [name]!? Snap out of it!” screamed azul; they were terrified, this... This was nothing to their overblot, right now, it was pure destruction, they aimed to obliterate this place.

Where you go, I go

Ace and deuce and the other first years have finally arrived at the scene

What you see, I see

They stared in disbelief at what their beloved friends had become “[NAME]! PLEASE! COME BACK TO US!”

I know I'd never be me

“[name!]”, “Prefect!”, “Come on [name]!”, “PLEASE!”

Without the security of your loving arms, keeping me from harm

They shot magic at you, but grim shielded you away from them, screeching at them to get away

Put your hand in my hand and we'll stand

Your wings finally spread to their full lengths for the first time; covering the courtyard in its’ shadow as you take flight to the heavens above. You were different, your blot just wasn’t caused by magic, no... It was created from within you, it was made from your pure ravenous rage.

“Youve all caused me to BE like THIS! You don’t know what it’s like... NEVER.”

Let the sky fall

They look up in shock as the once dark skies have parted to let the sun’s glow shine down onto you, if it weren’t the current circumstances, you would have looked ethreal.

-let the sky fall-

“No..” Malleus mumbled, he didn’t want to lose you, no, not this early...

When it crumbles

“My fury... will never be quelled” you raised your hand as the ground shook, and tore itself into crumbs, slowly floating to the high heavens

-when it crumbles-

They didn’t want to hurt you, but this was too much.

We will stand tall

-we will stand tall-

Face it all together

You were dear to them, but they cannot just let this continue...

Let the sky fall

-let the sky fall-

Spears made of pure onyx blot rained down to the land, and oh how the loose beast heavily destroyed the land

When it crumbles -when it crumbles-

We will stand tall -we will stand tall-

Face it all together...

At sky fall...

Let the sky fall

The sky... it truly felt like it crumbled down onto them

We will stand tall

At sky fall

As the rubble arose to the now blood red sky, a broken shard of mirror flew past you showing your reflection

Ooh...

You stare at it.

A monster stares back.

I hope you guys enjoyed this!

©vixennz please refrain from reposting/stealing

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #ace trappola #twisted wonderland deuce #twisted wonderland angst #twst #twst x yuu #twst x reader #twst x y/n #twst angst #malleus x y/n #overblot #overblot yuu #overblot grim

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lovelyhan · 1 year

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— inflection point ⟢

pairing: jeonghan x reader x seungcheol

summary: things make a turn for the worse (or the better?) when jeonghan leaves you with the most insufferable person on earth. but maybe a few weeks alone is exactly what you and seungcheol needed after all.

word count: 8.3k words

tags: unresolved emotional tension, established relationship, angst, smut

warnings: implied alcohol consumption, graphic sexual content (minors dni!!)

notes: here's part two! this is mostly cheol and mc unknowingly picking up the pieces from their past breakup while jeonghan is away. nothing like getting to know someone you used to love all over again, right?

additional notes: the first part has been flagged so it's virtually invisible now :| you can go visit it in my masterlist if it still hasn't showed up in the tags!

part one - part two - part three | masterlist

To say that you’re nervous is a terrible understatement.

Today is the day you’re supposed to meet Jeonghan’s boyfriend, who’s technically your boyfriend as well, now that you’ve agreed to this odd arrangement. You fidget with your phone beneath the table when Jeonghan excuses himself to fetch him from the restaurant’s entrance.

It should be fine, right? Your boss already took you to dinner before, and he has a knack for setting an atmosphere comfortable for everyone in attendance. Jeonghan just has this charismatic air to him that makes him easy to be with. A mediator of sorts.

He reassured you before you both left the office today that his lover is the most accommodating person you’d ever meet. Though, Jeonghan hasn’t really mentioned his name at all—saying he wanted his boyfriend to tell it to you himself.

So there you are, not-so patiently waiting for them to return to your table.

When Jeonghan finally comes back with another person in tow, you perk up with curiosity, running over all the introductions you practiced in your head.

Hi, it’s nice to meet you! Thanks for letting me exclusively join your relationship!

Fuck. That already sounds so bad in your head, what more if you say the words—

“Here he is,” Jeonghan says, while pulling out the vacant seat on your table, smiling fondly at his lover. “I really do hope you get along.”

Five minutes ago, you hoped that, too.

Except when you finally see the face of the other man you’re supposed to be in a relationship with, your heart nearly drops into your stomach.

“Hi,” Choi Seungcheol says with that stupid dimpled smile of his. “I’m Seungcheol. It’s nice to meet you.”

What’s the protocol for when you unexpectedly land yourself into a relationship with the same person you spent literal years getting over? You have no idea. What you do know is that, from the hopeful smile that Jeonghan flashes at the both of you, and the obviously practiced grin plastered on Seungcheol’s face, the former isn’t privy to your relationship with the latter.

Erm. Past relationship.

You take a deep breath through your nose—forcing down all those years of heartbreak and longing and loneliness—and give him a smile of your own.

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” you say, and if either of them notice how your voice cracked, they don’t say anything about it.

“Let’s take care of each other, yeah?”

…

“So what you meant to say is,” Jihoon starts, and it takes every ounce of willpower to keep holding his accusatory stare, “the guy who dumped you after taking your virginity, the legendary shitty ex, is the same guy you’re dating with Jeonghan now?”

“Say sike. Like, right now,” Soonyoung scowls once Jihoon lays out his deduction, but you can’t really take the guy seriously with his cheeks stuffed with popcorn.

“I would if I could, and you know it, Soonie.”

In your defense, you didn’t mean to come clean about Seungcheol’s identity to them during game night at their apartment. But one of the reasons why you begged them to hold your monthly hang-outs here is that Jeonghan is leaving for Busan tomorrow morning, and you’re a little over your head with the fact that you’re spending two weeks alone with Seungcheol.

Sure, he’s become marginally less of an asshole after upgrading the furniture in their bedroom to cater to you specifically, but you’re not about to let your guard down. God knows when Seungcheol will switch back to being the prissy jerk that’s been tormenting you for the past two months. Especially with Jeonghan out of the picture, your sanity is free fucking real estate.

“Okay, let’s skip the part where we talk about how weird that is, and what a small goddamn world we live in.” Thank the heavens for Jihoon, really. Always the logical one. “But why didn’t you tell us your ex-boyfriend is a star football player. What the fuck?”

…Or not.

“Really? After everything I just told you, you’re choosing to focus on that ?” You shoot him a grimace before dipping your hand in the popcorn bowl for a quick bite. “For the record, I haven’t heard anything about Seungcheol until he walked into that restaurant and introduced himself as Jeonghan’s boyfriend. I only found out that he was a big shot athlete a week after we started dating, too!”

“Isn’t that a good thing, though?” Soonyoung wonders before kicking his feet up on the coffee table. “Never mind the fact that he’s the same guy that took you ten years to get over, but you’re dating two filthy rich, and ridiculously hot men now! What more could you ask for?”

You groan, burying your face in your palms. “Did you two seriously not listen to a single word I said? Jeonghan has no idea that we’re exes, and we have to act like we don’t hate each other whenever he’s around!”

Jihoon raises an eyebrow. “But didn’t you say Seungcheol explicitly told you last night that he doesn’t hate you?”

“Oh, so you were listening after all.” You huff.

“We listened to the whole thing, you know.” Soonyoung pouts. “But honestly, all I heard was ‘I’m an idiot who can’t swallow her pride, so I’ll just act like I despise him because it’s easier than having to admit that I’m still in love with him.’”

Jihoon practically cackles as he leans across the couch to give Soonyoung a high five—like the bestest fucking friends in the universe. You shoot both of them a chilling glare with your tail between your legs, not liking how they dissected your dilemma in under five minutes.

“Okay, okay. We’re sorry,” Jihoon placates, offering you some more popcorn as a peace offering. “It’s just that you’re probably making this whole thing more complicated than it actually is. I mean, yeah, he was kind of a dick for ditching you like that, but weren’t you also a dick for deciding that you could only choose one or the other? Seungcheol or Seoul?”

“Yeah, haven’t you heard of long distance relationships?” Soonyoung wonders before snapping his fingers like an idea just occurred to him. “Actually, maybe you didn’t have to keep up the LDR for long? He ended up living in Seoul just like you did, right?”

Once they’ve laid those ideas on the table, Jihoon and Soonyoung both cast you another round of disbelieving stares—making you want to crawl under their couch and just rot with the dust bunnies.

“Fine! I was a bit too hasty back then, I admit that!” You chew on your bottom lip, unable to come up with anything in your defense. “But, but…”

Soonyoung rises from his seat with a long sigh, walking over to your spot to engulf you in a tight hug. You resist his affection for a few seconds, not wanting to give in too easily, but you end up caving into his touch either way.

“Hey, you fucked up, and that’s okay,” he murmurs as he smooths down your hair. “But don’t you think it’s unfair for Seungcheol if you keep acting like he’s the only one who messed up? It’s just like Jihoon told me once: relationships are a two-way street. Well, a three-way street in your case, but that's not the point.”

You sniffle, surprised at the tears that are pooling along your lashes. “But he always acts so hostile. It didn’t make sense to me when he said he didn’t hate me because whenever Jeonghan isn’t around, it’s obvious that he still hasn’t forgiven me…”

“What if he’s just giving you back the same energy you gave to him?” Jihoon hypothesizes. “Be honest, who fired the first shot?”

“...Right after we had dinner at that restaurant, I kind of told him I’m only doing this for Jeonghan. Might not have been too nice about the delivery either.”

Again, your two best friends share a look—like they don’t know what to do with you anymore.

That makes three of you then.

“Okay, from what you’ve told us, I can say for sure that Seungcheol probably wants to fix things with you,” Jihoon offers with a reassuring smile. “One hundred percent. The only thing that’s stopping him is…well, you.”

Soonyoung nods. “He can’t make things right if you don’t let him, silly.”

“It’s actually better that Jeonghan is going away for a while ‘cause the two of you can have some time to sort everything out.” You’re about to sharply ask how in the world that makes things better, but Jihoon puts up a hand to shut you up. “If Jeonghan is there, you two will be too busy trying to butter him up with lies to actually sit down and hold a proper conversation.”

“Just…just try to hear out what the guy has to say, yeah?” Soonyoung suggests while squeezing you in his arms again. “While you’re at it, you can explain to him that you were young and hasty and overly-emotional—”

“Hey!”

“—and let’s see where we can go from there.”

Silence fills the room as your best friends stare at you with equally expectant looks—hoping that you wouldn’t fuck this up now that a rare second chance has been granted. You sigh as your gaze lingers on the forgotten UNO cards on the coffee table.

Still, maybe going to them for advice might’ve been the best decision you’ve made so far.

“Okay, I’ll try,” you grumble as you push Soonyoung away. “No promises that I’ll do it without any blunders though…”

“And that’s more than enough for us,” Soonyoung says cheerily before picking the cards back up. “Now let’s team up and destroy Jihoon this round, yeah?”

...

You absolutely despise having to get up and out of bed earlier than the time your alarm goes off. But when the day of Jeonghan’s business trip finally comes, you find it easy to prepare for work despite the fact that it’s only four in the morning, and you don’t have to time in for another four hours.

Jeonghan texts you that they’re right outside your apartment, and it only takes one glance at your window to confirm the presence of Seungcheol’s car idling by the curb. After going over all the things you’re set to bring to their house, you text him back, saying that you’ll be down in three minutes.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Jeonghan greets from the passenger seat with a relaxed smile. “You really didn’t have to come. I know how much you hate getting up early.”

“I’d hate it even more if I didn’t get to kiss you goodbye, though,” you chuckle as Seungcheol takes your travel bag and helps put it inside the trunk.

The moment he pulls it shut, you blurt out:

“Good morning, Seungcheol.”

He looks so surprised, you wonder if what you said was remotely offensive. But after reminding yourself of how you’ve treated each other for the past two months, you suppose the reaction is completely warranted.

Baby steps, you muse. You’ll both make things right one day. For Jeonghan and for yourselves.

“Good morning,” he grumbles, and for some reason, his words send a fluttering sensation blooming across your chest.

Okay, what the fuck?

You think you did a pretty good job ignoring the strange reaction that Seungcheol unknowingly pulled from you in the next thirty minutes. Well, mostly because you spent the entire ride to Jeonghan’s station fast asleep, but that’s besides the point.

Though as you drift in and out of consciousness, you can hear bits and pieces of conversation coming from the front. Not like you’re conscious enough to make sense of any of their words, though.

“You sure you’ll both be okay while I’m gone?” Jeonghan pouts when you’re literally right in front of the entrance—looking more like a needy puppy than the boss of a reputable corporation. “Call me if anything comes up, okay?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Weren’t you the one who insisted that we’ll be just fine, Hannie? Now, get in there before you’re late for boarding.”

Jeonghan continues to surprise you by pulling you closer by the waist, pressing a long, fervent kiss on your lips. Your eyes widen at the suddenness of his gesture, but this is Jeonghan. You can never resist him if you try.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips. “Try to get along with Cheol while I’m gone, yeah?”

You shoot him a puzzled look before pressing another kiss on the corner of his lip. “What do you mean? We get along just fine.”

He flashes you a tight-lipped smile before turning to Seungcheol. “You, mister, are going to take care of our princess here. Got that?”

“Copy,” Seunghceol lets out a low, deep laugh before pulling Jeonghan closer to plant a soft kiss on his forehead. “Take care over there. Earn us enough money for a comfortable retirement for three.”

“Oh, you bet I will.”

You and Seungcheol linger by the entrance until Jeonghan disappears into the bustling crowd of commuters en-route to other, far-away places. But you only notice how closely you’re standing next to each other when he catches your attention by tapping your wrist.

“What is it?” you ask, swallowing awkwardly.

Seungcheol takes a moment to glance at his smartwatch, 5:24 A.M flashing on-screen.

“You want to grab breakfast before I drive you to work?”

If he asked you the same question a month ago, you would’ve spat something along the lines of in your dreams before stomping off to the nearest taxi bay. But you remember that you’re a fully functioning adult who still has mistakes to make up for.

So, with a deep breath, you say:

“Sounds like a plan.”

…

By ‘breakfast’, you expected Seungcheol to just drop by a McDonald’s Drive Thru so you could both munch on burgers and stale french fries in the parking lot. But you’re reminded of the fact that he literally earns about seven digits’ worth of won whenever he’s playing in a season.

You’re suddenly grateful for having enough foresight to dress smart casual—not the oversized hoodie and sweats you intended at first—because Seungcheol thought it was a good idea to bring you to a five-star restaurant at the crack of dawn.

“Mister Choi, it’s nice to have you back,” the waiter at the front desk greets with a bow.

Seungcheol nods. “Table for two. Al fresco.”

“Understood. Some of our staff will be with you shortly.”

You’re not completely unfamiliar with all these fancy settings. Your line of work requires you to follow Jeonghan and his secretary, Joshua, around for a lot of pretentious business dinners. This is just one of the many places you’ve felt out of place, but you like to think you’re already used to blending in.

When a waitress leads the two of you towards the balcony, where you’re granted a panoramic view of the city just before dawn, you nearly forget to breathe.

“Nice view, isn’t it?” Seungcheol’s voice suddenly snaps you out of it as he helps you into your seat—making your cheeks glow red with embarrassment. “Our coach likes coming here whenever he needs to meet us. Thought you’d appreciate the ambience, too.”

“Gotta say, it’s a huge upgrade from those old ice cream parlor dates,” you tell him a bit too loosely, and when you realize what you just said to him, it’s a little too late.

You try to gauge Seungcheol’s reaction from the corner of your eye—looking for any signs of offense—but if anything, he even looks pleased by the reference. The lanterns hanging overhead bring forth the small smile on his lips, and you don’t like how Seungcheol is starting to make your heart race the same way Jeonghan does.

The same way he used to all those years ago.

In a poor attempt at dismissing these strange sensations, you bury your nose into the menu instead.

You wonder what’s wrong with you all of a sudden. You’ve spent weeks fueled by anger alone whenever you and Seungcheol are at each other’s throats. But now that you’ve psyched yourself out with the determination to make things right, you’re at an impasse.

With the disdain that you wore like armor having been stripped away, you’ve never felt more vulnerable. Seungcheol isn’t even doing anything except scrolling through his phone, but you feel like your heart’s going to explode in the next few seconds.

Suddenly, you’re a teenager again, but this time the boy you're catching feelings for is actually a fucking football player who can buy out your entire existence.

“Stare at me any more, and you might just put a hole through my skull,” Seungcheol says without glancing up from his screen—making you flinch and hide your face behind the menu again. “Oh, and if you can’t decide on what to eat, their waffles are pretty good.”

That makes you raise an eyebrow, lowering your makeshift shield. “How would you know? Don’t you hate waffles?”

Seungcheol shrugs. “Don’t you love them? I’m just saying because one of my teammates gave me a bite last time, and it wasn’t too bad.”

You try not to think about the implications of why both of you still remember that about each other, flipping through the pages of the menu instead. When you do spot a delectable preview of the waffles, though, you’re immediately sold.

The waitress comes by to take your orders a few minutes later. As she asks if both of you wanted to order coffee in advance, Seungcheol speaks on your behalf.

“Just one coffee and your best hot chocolate.”

Your mouth hangs agape even when the waitress makes her leave, and Seungcheol glances at you with brows raised. “Oh, shit. Do you not prefer hot chocolate over coffee anymore?”

“No, I still do,” you mumble. “I was just…surprised you still remembered.”

Seungcheol doesn’t reply, but you don’t miss the way his ears turn red as the dark sky begins to light up behind him.

There’s nothing remotely romantic about that breakfast run, really. The waffles are good, so is the hot chocolate. But not even those little recollections from the past could ease you and Seungcheol back to normalcy so easily. Worst part is, this is the first time you’ve eaten outside without Jeonghan, so the entire meal is spent in the most awkward of silences.

But…when the sun finally rises in the far east, you and Seungcheol find a momentary common ground. Both of your gazes are trained on the way it peeks above the high rise buildings and skyscrapers—the iridescent rays breaking through both the clouds and the darkness of the night.

Before you knew it, it was a brand new day.

The fascination brought about by the sunrise doesn’t last all that long. You and Seungcheol are back to finishing your food in the ear-splitting silence like usual. However, you can’t help but sneak a few glances every now and again—especially with how the sunlight makes him look even more vibrant than he already is.

No one would catch you admitting to it, but he looks gorgeous like this. Gorgeous enough to make you wonder where everything went wrong.

Except you do know, and you’re hell-bent on fixing…whatever this is before Jeonghan comes back.

“If you don’t mind me asking…”

Seungcheol’s dark eyes flicker to meet yours with an inquisitive stare. “What?”

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you continue, “When did you move to Seoul? Actually, when did you even start playing professionally?”

He swallows down his food before reaching for a glass of water. You try not to pay too much attention to how his throat bobs with each gulp. It’s way too early to get your head into the gutter—

“Right after college, I got scouted to train under the professional league in Seoul,” he explains. “I only started playing in official games about…three years ago, though.”

You nibble on your bottom lip, unsure of how he’ll take your next question.

“Why didn’t you come find me then?”

There it is—silence even more awkward than the last. Seungcheol affixes you with an unreadable stare that makes you want to squirm beneath his gaze. But instead of prolonging your suffering, he simply lets out a soft sigh.

“I didn’t think you’d want to see me again after what I did,” he says honestly. “Besides, it’s been…years since we split up. I thought you would’ve already moved on by then.”

It took me ten fucking years to move on from you but okay.

You nod before taking a sip of your hot chocolate. “I see. How did you meet Jeonghan?”

“Friend of a friend,” Seungcheol tells you. “Kind of thought he was a nuisance at first, but you know how he gets when he wants something.”

That, you can agree on. “Unstoppable.”

“I was at his mercy,” he attests with a soft laugh. “It took a while, but I fell in love with him eventually. Then we moved in together. Then—”

“He suddenly brings up the fact that he’s attracted to one of his employees?” you supply with an uneasy smile.

Seungcheol shakes his head. “Jeonghan has more tact than that, you know. But he was honest about how he felt about you, and asked if I was open to the idea of going for the set-up we have now.”

“Were you?”

You thought he’d exercise some caution answering that. Or at least show you a hint of hesitation. But Seungcheol is surprisingly not taken aback by your question, and answers with, “Strange enough, yeah. Normally, I’m really possessive of him, but when he came up to me that day and proposed the idea…I was completely alright with it.”

Your brows scrunch together. “Is it because you knew it was me?”

“God, no,” he sighs. “If I knew it was you, I would’ve disagreed right away. When I saw you at the restaurant that day, I had to keep myself from running back outside.”

“Ditto,” you chuckle. “It was like the universe giving me the biggest fuck you in existence.”

For the first time in years, the two of you share an easygoing laugh—the morning light making you feel even warmer than you already are.

You and Seungcheol finish up with the rest of your meals after that. It’ll take a while for you to reach the office since this particular restaurant is a bit out of the way. You don’t blame Seungcheol for his urgency as he leads you back to the parking lot, seeing as you only have about an hour left before Joshua marks you off as a latecomer.

The drive back is quiet, but it’s, by no means, awkward or uncomfortable. Seungcheol talks to you every now and again, asking if he should sort out your stuff for you once he takes your suitcase home or if you wanted to organize it yourself. His thoughtfulness flusters you so much, you end up not giving him an answer at all.

When you’re finally in front of your office building with ten minutes to spare—never underestimate rush hour traffic—Seungcheol tugs on your elbow before you get out of his car.

“Did you mean it?” he asks.

You tilt your head, confused. “Mean what?”

“When you said you were only doing this for Jeonghan?”

Oh. He still remembers what you said at the restaurant, the first time you saw him after years.

You consider it for a moment—only a moment, since you’re burning daylight here. Back then, you’re sure you meant every single word. You were shocked and hurt by Seungcheol’s mere presence in front of you, but because you loved Jeonghan so much, you were willing to make a few compromises just to be with him.

Now, though?

“I…don’t know,” you admit.

There’s a first for everything—and this is the first time you’ve ever seen Choi Seungcheol’s face light up in the face of uncertainty.

…

Your arrangement is pretty simple.

Seungcheol drives you to and from work whenever he doesn’t have games, and you agree to cook him some dinner as compensation.

Tonight, though, your chaperone has a practice match that’s running a little late, so you decide to hang back in the office even later than Joshua, who’s usually the last person who times out for the day. You reassure him that Jeonghan is going to keep you company through FaceTime while you wait for Seungcheol to come pick you up, and it seems that your boyfriend’s secretary is more than convinced with that line of reasoning.

“He took you to that fancy breakfast place?!” Jeonghan squawks from the other side of the screen. “He hasn’t even taken me there!”

“Well, whose fault is it for going on a sudden business trip?” You stick your tongue out at him as you do some last-minute paperwork on your laptop. “Better luck next time, Hannie.”

“Hmph. I’ll go there by myself when I get back to Seoul! Who needs companionship anyway?”

You roll your eyes, stifling a laugh of your own. “That’s funny coming from a guy who has two partners.”

“...Okay, good point.”

Jeonghan always proves to be excellent company even when he isn’t physically here with you. Your boyfriend does an excellent job in keeping you entertained—from stories about who’s having an affair with who in the conference he’s attending to all the delicious food he wants to eat with you and Seungcheol one day, he tells you all of it.

But about an hour into the call, Seungcheol still hasn’t texted you, and your eyelids are starting to droop.

“I think you should take a nap first, sweetheart,” Jeonghan suggests, concern lacing his delicate features. “Go on, I’ll keep watch.”

“As if you can do anything if some lunatic tries to murder me in my sleep.”

“Hey, I’d still be an important eye witness if that was the case.” He chuckles. “Now go to sleep. I’ll tell Seungcheol to text me once he’s there so the guards can let him up.”

Normally, you would’ve argued but…

“Fine…”

…

Seungcheol has only gone inside yours and Jeonghan’s office building twice in his life. The first time was to surprise him on his birthday, and the second was after an argument so bad, they almost broke up.

On his third time, the other employees have long since left the building. It’s only the security guards and…well, you.

He didn’t mean to make you wait so long, really. But what was meant to be just one practice match turned into three as extra preparation for his game tomorrow evening. Seungcheol felt a familiar bout of déjà vu at the thought of having to make you wait longer than you’re supposed to.

In short, he didn’t like it, and when his teammates requested for a fourth match despite it already being ten o’clock in the evening, Seungcheol was ready to bail.

Even the guilt that roots itself into his chest once he sees you dozing off in front of your laptop is familiar. He doesn’t deserve your patience, really, but he’ll gladly accept it.

To his surprise, he notices that you’re in a FaceTime call with Jeonghan, who he just texted a few minutes ago so he could come fetch you from the office. His lover waves at him from the other side, casting him a smile that Seungcheol has grown to miss with each day he’s away.

“She waited for two hours, you know,” Jeonghan scolds.

“I know. I’ll make it up to her later,” Seungcheol laughs before leaning closer to wake you—

“Cheol?”

Perking up at the sound of Jeonghan calling his name, Seungcheol glances at your phone with a puzzled expression. “Yeah?”

He opens his mouth as if meaning to say something, only to close it again and shake his head.

“It’s—it’s nothing,” he laughs, almost like he’s embarrassed. “I love you. Both of you.”

Seungcheol feels his chest pang with warmth, eyes flickering from Jeonghan then to your peaceful form, hunched over the desk.

“I love you, too,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

“Both of you.”

…

Jeonghan [5:15 P.M.]: love, can you bring cheol his favorite energy drink before his game?

Jeonghan [5:15 P.M.]: it’s kind of his pre-game tradition, but they won’t let food deliveries past the gates. gotta give it to him in person.

Me [5:20 P.M.]: sure thing. cheol already asked me to do that tho, so i told joshua i’m timing out early.

Jeonghan [5:21 P.M.]: ah, that’s great news <3 take care on the way!

Jeonghan [5:30 P.M.]: wait. cheol ASKED you to?

...

Like Jeonghan had requested, and like you promised to Seungcheol, you handed him his favorite energy drink—a niche brand that wasn’t available in any of the vending machines, picky little bastard—ten minutes before they had to do their warm-ups. He stared at you like he didn’t expect you to actually follow through with what you said, and nearly killed you with a bone-crushing hug.

“Thanks,” he whispered breathlessly into your ear before planting a wet kiss on your cheek. “I’ll clean up quickly after the game so we can go home and have dinner.”

Immediately after, Seungcheol bolted at the sound of one of his teammates calling for him, leaving you standing there, red-faced.

It’s almost the same thing each time you meet him before all of his games. Seungcheol spends a few seconds convincing himself that you’re not a mirage before taking the drink you personally got for him. Then, like some sort of good luck ritual, he kisses your cheek and heads back to the field just in time for warm-ups.

You honestly didn’t think you’d be so willing to run all these errands on his behalf. Hell, you didn’t think you’d find yourself seated amongst thousands of spectators as one of your boyfriends kills it on the field.

You’ve been to Seungcheol’s games back then, so you thought you were already prepared for the audience’s loud cheers once you settled into your seat. But you completely overlooked the fact that the open field in your old high school is insurmountably different from the biggest indoor stadium in the country.

So when Seungcheol’s team rakes in victory after victory, you feel just the slightest bit of pride swelling in your chest. Who knew that the same guy who often ditched football practices to go on dates with you in the past would become such a rising star in only a few years?

On their last game for the week, Seungcheol gets hailed as the MVP of the season, and you tell yourself that he absolutely does not have to know that you nearly screamed your lungs out when his name was announced on the big screen. Definitely not.

Seungcheol ends up finding you before you can find him once the awards ceremony has been concluded—making a show of biting the piece of 24-carat gold hanging from his neck. You roll your eyes before taking out something you’ve expertly hidden in a wide tote bag.

“Congrats on beating their asses, I guess,” you say sheepishly before handing him a perfectly arranged bouquet of—

“Gladiolus?” Seungcheol smirks when he accepts your gift. “You sure did your research, huh?”

“Hey, the info is easily accessible on the internet,” you huff, yet still pose accordingly when Seungcheol fishes out his phone to snap a picture. “Not much effort was required to pull this off.”

“Sure it didn’t.”

When he finally stops teasing you about the present you got for him, Seungcheol proposes to have dinner somewhere fancy—an idea you might’ve flat-out rejected at first, but choose to consider. Just this once.

But before you can give him the green light, a couple of his teammates come up to the both of you with congratulatory smiles. You recognize them as Kim and Jeon—two players who also caught your eye on the field. Seungcheol introduces them as Mingyu and Wonwoo respectively, and out of the blue, Mingyu invites the two of you to the team’s victory party happening at a nightclub just across the street.

You expect Seungcheol to immediately agree. After all, he’s the star of the season. His presence there is practically tantamount. But instead, he glances at you with a questioning look.

“We don’t have to show up if you’re tired,” he says. “I know my games have been keeping you up late.”

Wonwoo nods in agreement. “True. Besides, we can have more exclusive celebrations once our coach has given us this season’s payroll. Tonight is more of a free-for-all than a victory party, actually.”

“No, I’m good.”

Mingyu cheers at your response, while Seungcheol’s eyes widen just a fraction. “You sure?”

You know he’s only being this way because Jeonghan probably told him about the Myeongdong Incident, A.K.A., an office party from a few years back, where you made an absolute fool out of yourself for downing one weird shot too many. Your boss-slash-boyfriend hasn’t let you live it down since.

“I’ll be fine,” you reassure him. “Besides, this is your night. What kind of fiend would that make me if I hog you all to myself?”

Wonwoo lets out a very loud wolf whistle that has the tips of Seungcheol’s ears turning pink with embarrassment, and it takes all your self-control to keep yourself from snapping a pic.

“Fine,” he sighs. “Don’t expect me to take care of you if you go overboard, though. Got that?”

…

Except he does take care of you when you inevitably go overboard.

Like in every instance where you find yourself wasted beyond belief (move over Soonyoung, someone has taken the crown), the details are a bit muddled in your brain. You just remember seeing a bunch of women in skimpy outfits crowding your boyfriend right after he gave his MVP-of-the-season speech, and it was all over for you.

You’re not very sure, but you might’ve put on a bit of a…territorial display out there. You also might’ve done a body shot on Seungcheol before kissing him in front of everyone just to prove a point.

Again, you’re not sure, so you’re innocent until proven guilty.

“Cheol, ‘sso hot,” you mumble as he props you upright on the king-sized mattress back home. “Turn on the…air conditioner, please.”

You hear him laugh. What’s so funny?

“Baby, it’s twenty degrees outside,” he says. “That’s just the alcohol. Come on, drink this so you can sober up a little. You can’t take a shower if your head’s still spinning.”

Your eyes are still screwed shut, so you don’t know what exactly it is he’s offering. Still, you say, “Don’t wanna.”

Seungcheol sighs. “Please? Jeonghan said your hangovers get worse when you don’t freshen up before sleeping.”

Jeonghan… The mere mention of your lover has you writhing on the mattress, chasing after the remnants of his scent on the sheets.

“I miss Hannie…” you whine, unconsciously letting Seungcheol prop you back up as he places whatever drink he’s forcing you to ingest in your hands. “When’s he coming back?”

“In a week or so, baby,” he reassures. “Now, drink. Please?”

You’ve never felt more thirsty at that first drop of water in your mouth, downing the entire glass like you did with those shots back at the party. Seungcheol chuckles again, and you open your eyes a bit to shoot him an unamused look.

“There we go,” he commends. “That’s my good girl. You want some more?”

Oh… You might be in the ninth circle of intoxication right now, but you heard those words come out of Seungcheol’s mouth loud and clear. And they are not doing your poor underwear any favors.

If you were sober, you think you would’ve had an internal meltdown about that…inappropriate reaction you had to Seungcheol’s completely harmless words. But you tell yourself not to overanalyze every single thing for once and just let your not-ex-boyfriend take care of you.

“Yes, please.”

About an hour later, you’re fresh from the shower and tucked in bed—body still weighted by both fatigue and the leftover intoxication. You don’t see it when he does, but Seungcheol’s stare lingers a second too long once he climbs on the other side of the mattress.

King size is huge, especially without Jeonghan sharing the same space with both of you. But Seungcheol hasn’t tried to close the distance that your lover’s absence has introduced. He doesn’t want to be the one to come onto you, especially with the way he left things between you in the past.

But on nights like this, when he hears your soft snores on the other side, he wants nothing more than to reach out and hold you in his arms. Just like he used to.

Before he lets those introspective thoughts consume him, Seungcheol turns off the lamp on the bedside table—hopefully turning off his brain in the process.

In the right time, maybe.

…

You can’t sleep.

The burn of inebriation has long been flushed out of your system, but your skin still feels like it’s on fire. When you turn to the side to face the man you’re currently sharing this too-massive bed with, that’s when you realize that your body is being engulfed by a different kind of heat.

Eyes parsing through the darkness, you figure that Seungcheol is still fast asleep as you move over to scoot closer to him—taking your pillow and comforter with you.

You would’ve been more reserved with your actions on any other day, but now you wrap your arms around the broad circumference of his bicep—breathing in the fresh scent of his shirt like a well-known comfort. It helps you relax a little, but you know this isn’t nearly enough to address the throbbing between your thighs.

Fuck.

“Baby? What’s wrong?”

Your heart lurches at the realization that you woke him up. Seungcheol moves to glance at you with sleepy yet concerned eyes—wondering what on earth possessed you to cling to him like this. You can’t even bring yourself to meet his gaze without crumbling from embarrassment.

“I…”

He hums. “What? I didn’t hear you.”

“I can’t sleep,” you mumble.

Seungcheol nods. “Okay. Why?”

You press your forehead into his arm, letting out an internal scream.

Are you really going to tell him?

“...’m aching.”

“Aching?” he asks, brows raised. “Well you kinda danced your heart out earlier. Where does it hurt? Maybe I can help.”

You take what might be the deepest inhale you’ve taken in your entire life before untangling your arms around Seungcheol’s—using your free hand to guide him lower, lower, until his hot fingers are resting above the apex of your thighs.

“Here.”

He’s quiet—maddeningly so.

You don’t think your pride can handle it if he gets out of bed and leaves you again. In fact, you might just flee the country altogether. Change your name, and start anew in some faraway land. But Seungcheol is quick to recover from the absolute stupor you just subjected him to.

The next thing you know, he’s manhandled you in a way that has you trapped between his broad frame and the bed—gaze boring into you so intensely, you nearly moan.

“Look at me,” he commands sternly. “Are you serious? You’re not still drunk, are you? Do you really want to…?”

Despite yourself, you roll your eyes. “Cheol, if I was drunk, I would’ve already jumped you without a second thought.”

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

God, you forgot how insufferable he can be.

Now that the drowsiness has long left your body, replaced by something more untamable, more volatile, you lace your fingers around Seungcheol’s neck—pressing your foreheads together.

“Choi Seungcheol,” you whisper. “I can’t sleep because I’m horny as hell. If you don’t do anything about it, you’re sleeping on the goddamn couch.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs.

Seungcheol smashes your lips together like he’s been deprived of your kiss for lifetimes and more—one hand going to the back of your head, and the other beneath your waist so he can press your hips impossibly closer. You thought those makeout sessions back in the high school locker rooms were the hottest ones you’d ever get to experience from him, but apparently, marinating in ten years’ worth of longing charges the air with enough sexual tension to make you dizzy.

You breathe his name against his lips as he explores every inch of your mouth—mapping it out with his tongue as if relearning something he never thought he’d get to relive again. When you feel him grinding his hardening length against your thigh, you take his bottom lip between your teeth in heady anticipation.

You want him so badly. Wanted him all this time, and you’re just realizing how much of an idiot you were for depriving each other for so long.

“Cheol,” you whimper, mouth still hot against his as you roll your hips. “Need— Need you.”

“I’m right here, baby,” he whispers. “I’m never leaving again.”

In your lust-drunk daze, you couldn’t completely comprehend the meaning behind those words, but your heart responds in kind—racing in your ribcage so quick, you thought you’d pass out.

However, Seungcheol is intent on keeping you wide awake and completely aware of every single thing he’s going to do to you. He’s quick to take off your shirt, and you’re an all-too willing accomplice. A rush of pride surges through you when Seungcheol groans at the sight of your bare tits.

“You have no idea,” he starts, voice husky with arousal as he peppers your breasts with hungrry kisses, “how much I missed these. Knowing Han gets to play with them while I can’t drove me fucking insane.”

“They’re all yours now, Cheol,” you chuckle before your breath hitches all of a sudden once he bites down harshly on your skin.

“All mine,” he growls.

His shirt is gone the next moment, and the reaction you have to seeing him completely shirtless isn’t so different to how he took the sight of your breasts for the first time in a long time. This man is fucking huge—all bulging pecs and rock hard abs. You would’ve laid him down on the bed just to take your time to worship his ridiculously fit body (thank God for their tireless training), except Seungcheol doesn’t look like he has any plans on relinquishing control tonight.

Not after he’s waited for you all this time.

Even if you tell him you’re too goddamn horny for foreplay, Seungcheol isn’t having any of it. He splays himself between your thighs—a sight that’s all too new to you. Back then, you’d simply experimented on occasional fingering and a handjob, but oral was foreign territory.

And just thinking of having the mouth that just won’t stop running on you is enough to drive you up a wall.

Seungcheol doesn’t need any words to make you feel good. Once he’s bruised the inside of your thighs with his rough, biting kisses, he tears through your underwear before tossing it to the side. Before you can even utter out a single word in complaint, though, he’s flattening his tongue along your slit—licking a long, broad stripe that has you preening on the mattress.

He spreads you open with his fingers, making sure there’s no inch of your pussy untouched by his greedy tongue. When Seungcheol moves to press a single finger at your entrance, the sound you let out is unholy. You nearly hide your face out of shame, but Seungcheol reprimands you the second you move away.

“Keep those eyes on me, baby,” he growls. “Watch how I fuck you on my fingers. Watch how I’ll make you fall apart with my mouth.”

You practically buck your hips along with the shallow thrusts he makes with that long, thick digit. You can’t even begin to imagine how good it’ll feel once he sticks his throbbing cock inside of you, but you tell yourself that patience is a virtue. Seungcheol has always had a mean streak, and you’d rather not get teased to death tonight.

When he slides in the next finger, you can already feel the stretch. Seungcheol distracts you from it with his tongue—flicking it against your clit in a way that has your toes curling with the preciseness of his movements. It makes you wonder how many women he’s done this to get this good, but the thought leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

Still, you can’t complain. After all, you’re reaping all the benefits from whatever past experience he’s had over the last ten years. You’d be a fool not to take complete advantage of that.

“So fucking wet for me,” Seungcheol sighs before spitting on your cunt—lathering his spit with your dripping essence—and the sight makes you tug at his hair in your horny delirium.

“You’re going to kill me,” you whisper hoarsely.

Seungcheol snickers condescendingly before pulling out his fingers from your sopping cunt. Then, he raises them to your lips. “Open.”

You part your lips to make way for his fingers a bit too easily, lathering the underside with your tongue as the tangy taste of your essence fills your senses. There’s a dangerous look in Seungcheol’s eyes as you lick his fingers, and something tells you that, despite the heavy fatigue from his past games, this one still has a lot more vigor to offer.

Seungcheol moves to discard his boxers, and you try not to look too desperate for his cock—pressed firmly against his toned stomach before he pumps it with his fist.

“On your knees, sweetheart,” he sighs. “Raise that ass for me.”

“No.”

He frowns, obviously not used to his authority being tested in bed. “And why is that?”

Like a bullet straight through his skull, you rest back on the plush comfort of the pillows, spreading your legs so tantalizingly, Seungcheol almost pounces at you without thinking. You’re posed so sexily on the same bed he’s dreamed of taking you on countless times—offering your sweet cunt for him to take.

“I want to see you, Cheol,” you tell him with a bossy undertone that makes him fall in love with you all over again as you beckon him closer.

“So are you just going to stare at me all night, or are you going to fuck my soul out of my body?”

You’re so fucking daring. And Seungcheol is so fucking whipped.

There’s something so new yet so familiar with the way Seungcheol handles your body. Each touch is imbued with all the time he wishes he could have spent with you; each moan, a timeless rendition of all the words he wanted to say to you. You can’t even let yourself go to the feeling of him ramming his thick girth into your pussy because you’re overwhelmed by the surge of emotions he quietly imbues into your body.

When Seungcheol notices you crying, he immediately halts each and every movement—panic eclipsing the hunger he’s been keeping down for weeks. But when he realizes the tears aren’t from pain, his eyes soften.

“I’m sorry,” you sob, tugging him back down into a messy kiss. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Fuck. He isn’t sure what to feel right now. Bliss because you’re clamping down on his cock so deliciously tight? Relief because he doesn’t seem like the only one who’s still tormented by the past?

I love you, he wants to say. I never stopped, and I never will.

But he won’t say it. Not yet. He doesn’t want you to think he’s saying it in the spur of the moment, or because his emotions are especially high-strung now that he’s balls-deep inside you.

He’ll tell you when Jeonghan is back, and the three of you can all start this strange, strange relationship from scratch.

When you finally reach the high you’ve desperately been clawing after—as evidenced by the angry red marks on Seungcheol’s back—he commits the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head in the pinnacle of release into memory. It renders him completely fucking wrecked for you, spilling into your awaiting heat as he fucks himself into completion.

You’re both sweaty and sticky by the time Seungcheol collapses back on the mattress, but you don’t care. Though he’s frayed every single nerve-ending beneath your skin with that blistering orgasm, you let yourself bask in the encompassing warmth of his body.

For the first time in years, you fall asleep in Seungcheol’s arms—like a quiet forgiveness you’ve decided to afford both him and yourself.

…

Jeonghan arrives back in Seoul a week ahead of schedule.

After hearing about all the records that Seungcheol has broken for himself this season, he wanted nothing more than to hop on the first train back home and be with the two people he cherishes the most.

So, like the natural schemer he is, he asked his beloved secretary if there was any way to cut this gruesome business trip short. Long story short, after learning (through completely legal means!) that his annoying business partner has a troublemaking son that’s been laundering money behind his back, Jeonghan is quick to pull some strings.

Once the news reached said business partner, he was immediately apologizing to Jeonghan for having to postpone the deal because of a personal matter.

Now, he’s back home—closing the front door to their house as quietly as he could.

It’s no later than six in the morning, and while you’d usually be up and about as you got ready for work by this time, he remembers that it’s Saturday, and how you loved to sleep in.

As Jeonghan places his luggage somewhere in the living room, however, he notices that the flower vase on the coffee table—strategically placed for aesthetic, yet is usually empty—has an assortment of colorful blooms spilling out.

Gladiolus flowers. Seungcheol’s birth flower.

When he opens the door to the bedroom with curious eyes, his heart is put at ease at the sight before him. You and Seungcheol lie there without an inch of distance separating you—limbs tangled together with the sheets in a way Jeonghan has only dreamed of seeing.

He breathes out a soft laugh, smiling to himself.

“It’s about time, my two beloved idiots.”

part one - part two - part three | masterlist

#seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #jeonghan #s.coups #svt smut #svt fanfic #seventeen x reader #lovelyhan #🐇 500 #full length fic 📚

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DESIRE

(Adam x Lute x Reader)

After you gave so much love to the first part of the series, I thought I'd post the second this week. A little more fluff this time, but the next part will be very spicy. Have fun with it.

Tags: @mournings-stars

Synopsis: Y/N just wanted to spend some wholesome time with her lovers but they had other plans.

Part 2 (of 3)

Part 1

Warnings: Language

Y/N straightened her shoulders and opened the bathroom door. "Yes, I'm ready," she said and let her eyes wander over Lute. She was actually wearing the dress she had just bought. It clung perfectly to her curves and Y/N had to avert her eyes. Even if Lute was an angel, she was made for sin. Damn, she was already thinking like Adam. He came up behind Lute and scrutinised Y/N. "Woah damn girls you look really hot" Lute just rolled her eyes and punched Adam lightly in the arm. Y/N also looked at her other lover and couldn't help but grin slightly. "Adam? Is that gel in your hair and you're wearing a jacket?" He just grinned and his nose coloured slightly pink. "So can we then?" Lute asked, a little more annoyed and held out his hand again. Y/N nodded and grabbed her handbag before the three of them left the flat.

Holding Lute's hand felt incredibly good. She looked quite petite, but her grip was firm and firm. Adam walked next to them and talked about a dog he'd seen the other day that had totally dragged its owner through the mud because it had seen another dog. "And then he dragged him all over the park. I really thought the ice cream was going to fall out of my hand I laughed so hard." His two girls just grinned at the story and threw in a few comments here and there. Once Adam started talking, he never stopped. Y/N thinks it's because he was alone for so long after Lilith and Eve left him. You could really feel sorry for him.

When she first met him, she thought he was just a jerk who was self-absorbed and reckless. Just like the high school jocks in the TV series on Earth. But after getting to know him better and seeing behind his façade, she realised that he longed for love and acceptance. Things he would never admit to, of course, but were very obvious when you knew him.

The three of them arrived at the elegant restaurant and quickly took the seats they had ordered. As they were all quite hungry, they immediately began to check out the menu. "Really a fancy place," said Adam and grinned at Lute out of the corner of his eye, "Yeah, you'd never have thought of such an idea, you Dickmaster." He just rolled his eyes and grinned behind the menu. God those two were cute when they weren't out for blood and fighting. Y/N thought about the little surprise she had in her handbag. When would be the best time to give it to them? Before dinner? After? She decided to give them the present while they were waiting for the food.

After a few minutes, a waiter came and took their orders. He also placed a glass of crystal clear fresh water in front of each of them. No matter how many times Y/N saw the food and gifts of heaven, it was still a mystery to her how everything could be so clear and clean. Every colour seemed brighter and more intense. Lute took a sip from her glass and then put it down. "Y/N darling … why are you looking like that? What's bothering you?" "N-Nothing's bothering me I… well" she took a deep breath "It's just that I have something for you both because today is such a special day." None of the three would ever admit to dating in public. What would people think if they knew it was a three-way relationship? Unfortunately, they didn't realise that they were so obvious that everyone already knew. Y/N reached into her handbag and handed her two lovers a small parcel each.

Curious, the two opened it and stared at the contents for a moment. The parcels contained a bracelet for each of them with the initial letters of the three of them. "I made them myself. The band is made of leather and the letters are made of silver." "That's really pretty," said Lute, her eyes taking on a warm glow. She took the bracelet and held it out to Y/N. "Will you make it for me baby?" She nodded and carefully put the bracelet on her. Adam was silent the whole time and just held out his arm. Y/N put the bracelet on him too. She had been wearing her own since she had left. Why didn't Adam say anything? Didn't he like it? Too cheesy? Too feminine? But she didn't dare ask, after all, she had her pride. Luckily, the food arrived and took the decision off her hands.

After the meal, they paid and went back to their flat together. "Kitten" Y/N turned to Adam. "We have a little surprise for you too" She raised an eyebrow curiously and Adam gripped the side of her waist and led her in the direction of the bedroom....

#hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin vaggie #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel charlie #adam #adam x lute x reader #adam x lute #hazbin hotel adam #adam x reader #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lute #lute x reader #lute #guitarspear

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kisskiss-killforlove · 10 months

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Could You write a Scenario in wich we hug Horuda and Megami? They deserve a hug

♡ Darling gives them a hug ♡

Pairings: Megami Saikou, Horuda Puresu x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.2k (Megami); 1.3k (Horuda) Content: Hurt/comfort, mentions of nepotism, mentions of bullying, crying, mentions of obsessive behaviour, fluff, probably improper use of Japanese honorifics.

{Megami Saikou}

It had been a tiring day for Megami.

A stern lecture from her father, a fight breaking out at school, a stolen answer sheet, an explosion in the Science Club - and those were just the things she could name off the top of her head.

Bit by bit, it had all piled up, leaving her wondering if perhaps the world was intent on testing her patience that day. Thus, as soon as cleaning time was over, she shut herself in the student council room, instructing most of its members to do another round of patrols.

It was silly, she knew, but by then, her patience had run too thin for her to tolerate other people's presence, and she didn't want to compromise her image as the perfect student council president by showing her irritation.

At that moment, however, as she sat by herself, working diligently on an assignment, she felt anything but perfect.

Yet no matter how many times she reached her boiling point, there would always be more to do. Be it at school or at home, something would require her attention at nearly all hours of the day; today and tomorrow and the day after that and-

"Saikou-senpai?"

An all too familiar voice broke her out of her spiralling thoughts as the door slid open. Megami looked up from her work, her stomach filling with a fluttering sensation as her tired gaze landed on you.

"Are you alright?" you asked. "I heard from Toriyasu-senpai that you seemed upset, so I wanted to check on you."

Ah, of course you did.

You had left abruptly during cleaning time to fetch some bleach after it had run out, so you ended up missing the memo about staying away from the council room. Not that she could ever fault you for it, of course. After all, it was your kind-hearted nature that drew her in initially, and why she insisted you continue to be a part of the student council despite your lack of qualifications.

She would never admit to having such a bias, though, as doing so would force her to acknowledge just how unhealthy her obsession had gotten.

"I'm alright," she answered immediately, sounding more confident than she felt. "You should start your patrol now if you want to finish in time for our meeting."

Undeterred by her attempt to push you away, you stepped inside and slid the door closed behind you. "Saikou-senpai," you spoke gently, approaching her with cautious steps. "Are you sure you're okay? I'm here if you need someone to talk to you."

Megami sighed at your persistence, setting down her pen as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "You don't know when to give up, do you?" she asked, though there was no hint of annoyance in her voice. Quite the contrary, she was thankful for this opportunity to be alone with you, even if it was due to unfortunate circumstances.

At this, you chuckled. "I guess not..."

Grabbing a chair, you placed it in front of her desk and sat down. With your elbows on your knees, you leaned forward as you rested your head in your hands, looking at her expectantly.

After a moment, Megami relented, "It's really nothing you need to concern yourself with. I'm simply going through a period of stress as everyone does."

You frowned when you heard this. "Oh... Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe take some weight off your shoulders?"

She sighed. "No, there's nothing that can be done, although that's not to say I don't appreciate your concern. The best you can do is let me handle this on my own."

Her answer didn't seem to satisfy you as you looked away, staring absentmindedly at the floor in deep thought. Right as Megami opened her mouth to ask you to leave, you spoke up, "Do you want a hug?"

Immediately, you slapped a hand over your mouth, staring at her in horror as you realised what you'd just asked. Megami returned your look of bewilderment as she asked, "Excuse me?"

Snapping out of your shock, you raised your hands defensively, speaking quickly, "I...! I'm sorry, I didn't mean... I just..." After stumbling over your words for a bit, you finally took a moment to calm yourself, taking a deep breath and letting your hands drop to your sides. Then, you began speaking again, this time more calmly, "What I mean is... When I'm stressed and feel like no one can help me, a hug usually makes me feel better... It's a nice physical reminder that someone's there for you... It keeps you grounded, you know?"

No, in fact, Megami did not know.

Affection of any kind had been mostly absent from her childhood, especially physical affection. The thought of someone holding her during times of emotional distress was utterly alien to her, yet... it wasn't unappealing either.

Granted, doing something so intimate with you would be far from appropriate given the nature of your relationship, but Megami was willing to give it a try. She did like you, after all, even if you weren't aware of it yet, and there was no one else around... Surely one hug wouldn't hurt.

So, taking a deep breath, Megami replied with a stiff nod before speaking, "Alright..."

She was just as stunned as you were at her words but refused to back down as you approached slowly and awkwardly. Due to her lack of experience, it took her a second to realise she should stand up, which she did hastily and nearly knocked into you in the process. It wasn't normal for her to be so graceless, but then again, nothing was normal when you were around.

So, with her gaze downcast, she allowed you to wrap your arms around her waist and, after some brief pondering and internal panic, she reluctantly wrapped her own around your shoulders. Once she grew accustomed to the feeling of being in your embrace, she nearly melted into your arms, having to stop herself from slumping against you.

In an instant, everything bad that happened that day disappeared from her mind, replaced with only the euphoria that came with holding you. If 'comfort' were ever to take human form, it would surely look like you, for only you could calm the raging storm that was her mind.

After a moment, you began to pull away, which triggered an unexpected reflex in Megami as she pulled you back, her grip firmer than before.

"S-Saikou-senpai?" you stuttered.

Megami didn't respond immediately, opting to rest her head on your shoulder first. "Can we... stay like this for a moment longer?" she asked, her voice growing uncharacteristically soft.

Her question seemed to catch you off-guard, but not for long as you soon rested your own head on her shoulder. "Of course."

She smiled at your answer, continuing to hold you as though you were the only thing that brought her a true sense of joy and purpose in her otherwise chaotic life. And in a way, perhaps you were... "And one more thing..." she began.

You let out a soft "Hm?" in response.

"I would greatly appreciate it if you... if you were to call me 'Megami-senpai' in private."

She couldn't see your face, but she swore she could hear a smile in your voice as you answered, "...Okay."

{Horuda Puresu}

Horuda sniffled, her breath coming out in short, ragged puffs as she examined herself in the bathroom mirror. Her usually well-kept dark hair was damp, messy, and covered in white as she tried desperately to wash chalk dust out of it. Tears slipped from her eyes as she did, looking at her shaking, frightened form.

It wasn't an image she was unfamiliar with.

Her school life had been hell for as long as she could remember, and her time at Akademi had thus far been no different.

Sighing, she took a moment to wipe her tears, which didn't really help in drying her face as her hand was still wet. When she looked back up at her reflection, a choked sob escaped her lips. She was a mess. She couldn't possibly go to class like this.

Turning to grab some paper towels, she suddenly froze at the sound of someone calling her name from the hallway. "Horuda-san? Where are you?" the person called.

Her breath caught in her throat as she realised the person looking for her was you.

Immediately, her mind went into a panic. Out of everyone in Akademi, why did it have to be you that was searching for her? She would have preferred anyone, even one of the bullies, over you; the thought of her crush seeing her in such a state was nothing short of mortifying.

She briefly debated hiding in one of the stalls until you left, but the slight hint of concern in your voice made her reconsider. You had never been cruel to her, no matter how many nasty rumours you heard, so perhaps you wouldn't judge her too harshly if you were to see her...

Taking a deep breath, Horuda made her way to the exit before poking her head out, spotting you just down the hall. As soon as you turned around and saw her, a look of relief washed over your face and you began lightly jogging towards her. Horuda had to resist the urge to hide in the bathroom again as you approached.

"Thank goodness I found you," you said with a smile. "Aburaya-sensei was starting to get really worried, so she asked me to..." Your smile dropped as you went silent, taking in the sight of her damp, dishevelled hair and puffy, red eyes. "...Horuda-san, what happened?"

"O-Oh, um... I-It's nothing..." She replied.

"Obviously it's not nothing if you've got chalk dust in your hair," you said firmly. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Before Horuda could protest, you gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the bathroom. A stuttered word or two managed to escape her lips as you did, but otherwise, she made no move to stop you as you stepped out to retrieve a chair from the hallway.

Placing it in front of the sink, you motioned for her to sit down, which she did with some reluctance. As you moved behind her to begin washing her hair, a deep blush settled on her face. This whole situation felt like something straight out of those romance novels she occasionally read rather than real life.

Still, she was grateful for your presence, despite her anxiety, and continued to sit patiently as you washed her hair. Occasionally, her self-control would slip, leading her to glance back at you, only to find her actions went unnoticed as you kept all of your attention on the task at hand.

After a few moments, you spoke, "So... you wanna tell me what happened?"

"U-Um..." Horuda began, her hands suddenly clammy. "I... got some chalk dust... in my h-hair...?"

You huffed as you turned off the sink, slipping into one of the stalls to grab some paper towels. When you came out, you asked, "I can see that, but how did you get chalk dust in your hair?"

Horuda's heart hammered in her chest as she refused to meet your gaze, her hands clutching the hem of her skirt anxiously. She wanted to tell you, she truly did, but what were the odds of you believing her? Musume and her friends were popular and well-liked, while Horuda was just... herself. There was no way you were going to take her word over theirs.

While she was having this mental debate with herself, getting more and more lost in her thoughts, she was suddenly startled by the sight of you kneeling before her. Your concern was shown in your expression as you took one of her hands gently. "Horuda-san, please... tell me who did this. I know this can't have been an accident."

Horuda could only stare at you for a long moment, her hand trembling in yours as she tried to think of how to answer. After thinking over her response, she said, "Ronshaku-senpai... a-and her friends... t-they... they did this..."

A look of anger briefly flashed across your face before you suppressed it, continuing to look at her with concern. "And how long has this been going on for?"

Horuda's breath became shallow as she tried to recall the last few weeks of awful torment she'd suffered at Musume's hands. "S-Since... the start of the school year..."

"Has anyone else seen this happen?"

"No..."

"So, you're all alone when those bimbos pick on you?"

Horuda was shocked by your sudden insult but nodded, her expression dropping once again. Tears began forming in her eyes as silence fell between the two of you, and she couldn't bear to look at you anymore. She couldn't even feel happy about being able to hold your hands with how much this conversation had upset her. All she could do was stay quiet and hope you wouldn't react too negatively.

After a few seconds, which seemed like an eternity to Horuda, she felt as though her heart had stopped as you put your hands on her shoulders and pulled her down... to hug her.

She was too stunned to speak, remaining stiff as a board while she tried to comprehend what was going on.

"I'm so sorry for not noticing sooner," you said softly. "If you'd like, you can sit with me from now on so they won't bother you anymore."

Horuda could hardly process what was going on but slowly, she wrapped her arms around you, allowing herself to relax in your embrace. Once she snapped out of her shock, her mind quickly caught up and she burst into tears, clinging to you like a lifeline.

This whole time, she'd been terrified of how you'd react to seeing her in such a state, and now you were being so nice. You didn't care that you were kneeling on the dirty bathroom floor, or that her wet hair was covering your arms as she knelt forward, or even that she was weeping into your shoulder.

All you cared about was making her feel better, and that made her heart race in a way it never had before. She felt relieved. She felt... happy.

A few moments passed in which you simply held her, allowing her to cry her heart out before she finally pulled away. If she was a mess before, she was a wreck now, but the sight of your kind eyes and gentle smile made that fact irrelevant.

As her sobs turned into sniffles, she managed to mutter, "Th...Thank you... so much..."

You stood, letting go of her hand, much to her disappointment, and walked behind her with paper towels in hand. "Don't mention it. I'm just happy you're okay." Horuda smiled, wiping her tears as she felt you carefully dab at her hair to get the water out. "Now then, let's head back to class, okay? I'll explain what happened to Aburaya-sensei afterwards."

She nodded. Perhaps with you by her side, her school life might just be bearable after all...

#yandere simulator x reader #yansim x reader #megami saikou x reader #yandere megami saikou x reader #horuda puresu x reader #yandere horuda puresu x reader #cw: yandere

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xzhdjsj · 1 month

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Zaros x Reader

dreaming of Zaros (nsfw)

[gonna save my yapping for the end of the fic today🦦]

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As the days grew closer to the grand trials of your generation, the wearier your body became. There was preparation after preparation, not only for the trials itself but also for a grand ball to commence such. If there was one thing the royal family was recognized for, it had to be their ability to accommodate and entertain. You weren’t worried. Being part of such a family, you were well experienced with the toll a heap of events took on your body and knew exactly how to handle it.

What you didn’t expect, however, was the toll wine would have on your weakened state.

The ballroom brimmed with life, music, and laughter. A celebration before a war, well not exactly, but something of the sort. It was a good opportunity for both you and Zaros to make good impressions on nobles and dignitaries in attendance. And for a while, it went smoothly as you did just that. You laughed and danced, entertaining guests and accepting drinks. Before you knew it, the wine had gone straight to your head, and you could feel the blood rushing under your skin.

You were beyond grateful you had already greeted and chatted with enough guests for the night before the feeling crept up on you. To everyone's delight, the Queen always serves the best of wines at her gatherings but right now that was definitely no delight for you. You stow away to a corner where you could be alone for a moment, bold purple outfit perfectly blending into the bold purple curtains. You just needed a breather, a moment to calm your racing mind.

“Having a good time, aren’t we?”

Condescending words paired with a cocky grin and gorgeous green eyes. Zaros.

“Am I not allowed to?”

You retort, a weak rebuttal compared to your usual wit. You stand a little straighter, attempting to appear prim and proper.

He laughs, and you know he can see right through you. It has to be the thing you hate most about him. It’s like he’s always one step ahead of you in your own actions. He might just know you more than you know yourself.

“Absolutely not where I was taking this, I was just asking.”

You scoff, swirling the dark maroon coloured liquid around your glass.

"You don’t plan on finishing that, do you?” he eyes the crystal glass in your hand. No, you didn’t but solely to defy him, you down the entire thing in one sip.

“Yes, I did” Immediately, you regret it, the smugness wipes from your face and you reach for the table for support.

“Not one of your best ideas huh?” He shook his head and reached forward to hold you.

You roll your eyes, brush his hands away and try to regain your composure, but to no avail.

Though Zaros wasn’t the best at showing it, he was genuinely concerned. He was especially alarmed when he looked over your shoulder to find guests discreetly whispering to each other. Briskly, he stood up and deliberately splashed the contents of his own glass onto your corset. Taken by surprise, you barely had time to react.

“Why would you do-"

"Oh dear, how clumsy of me. We should get that cleaned up." He shushed you.

"Allow me to escort you to your chambers." He extends his hand.

In the state you're in, you'd be a fool to refuse him. You took his offer and allowed him to guide you out the ballroom and into the shadowy pathways of the palace, the same secret passages that you roamed as children. The journey to your room was dead silent, there was simply nothing to be said. The effects of the alcohol only became worst and you were practically being carried by Zaros. His arms felt comfortable enough to hold onto and secure enough to depend on, a place one could easily become lost in.

In your room, you sit on your bed while Zaros pours you a glass of water. It was dark, but neither of you bothered to switch on the lights. The moonlight illuminating it was enough.

“I don't think it would be wise to go back down there. You should get some rest." He hands you the glass.

You barely process the words coming out his mouth as the bubbly feeling swarms your brain and apparently loosens your tongue.

“You know, despite being so mean, you're very pretty... But sometimes your actions confuse me” You tilt your head at him, studying him as if he was an ancient painting.

His eyebrows shot up, and he laughed in amusement.

"You think so? I can say the same thing about you. I must say I didn't expect that, I thought you only had thoughts of disgust for me in that mind of yours."

"Hmmmm, I s'pose so." You look away. “And no, I don’t. Sure, you get on my nerves very often, but I don’t think… I don’t think I hate you.”

"I could get used to this side of you.” He smiles. “You know, I never did get a chance to dance with you tonight. How about a dance?"

"Right now? I can barely walk Zaros. " You giggle, a genuine laugh, not one to impress some high-status personnel. The kind that makes the warmth in your chest bloom like orchids in the spring.

"I believe I am more than capable of holding you."

Once again, he's reaching out to you, and once again, you take it. Slowly, your bodies move across the carpeted floor to the dim music of the ballroom. Your twirls were anything but graceful, but it was the most enjoyable dance you've had all night.

It was funny at first, the clumsy movements of a drunk and half-drunk duo, but somewhere in the middle, the laughter melted into silence, and you were painfully aware of his presence. Each brush of his hand over your waist, back, or shoulder was enough to ignite a fire on your skin. He must have felt it too, the warmth, the way your heart speeds up, the way your breaths become shallow and uneven. It was the only explanation for why he pulled away from the dance.

"I... I should get going now, good night", he turns for the door, but you reach for his hand.

"Wait no! Stay... please?"

Wordlessly, he takes your hand again, bodies finding the tune that was previously broken off. Your hand rested on his chest, and you felt it. His heart. It was beating just as fast as yours. You hear it. His breaths. They were just as laboured as yours.

Perhaps it was stupidy. Maybe it was pure drunken confidence, but you inched closer, and before you knew it, you were kissing him. You didn't know why you did it, but what you failed to comprehend even more was why he entertained and even returned the gesture. Well, it's not like there was any time for comprehension or deduction anyways, not when his lips dominated yours with a sense of urgency. An ecstasy and desire that could burn the world. Only him. Only this man who you swore to hate can make you feel this way, elicit sincere emotions from you that you wanted to bury so deep and never let the light touch. At least for once, you were honest. You don’t hate him; you can’t bring yourself to hate him.

In the darkness of your chambers, and somewhere in-between kisses, you landed atop your bed. Temporarily separated as he throws his heavy robe to the floor.

"My clothes, they’re still damp. Help me get them off?"

You didn’t need to ask twice. Still kissing you, his hands work on the back of your corset. He was impatient, tugging harshly at the ribbons and pulling them off as fast as he could, with it removing the top half of your attire. He stopped for a moment, and his eyes dont move a single millimetre from your exposed body. It made you feel warmer and maybe just a little bit of insecurity. A hand immediately covers your chest. His eyebrows knitted, and he finally looked up from your chest.

"Don't. Where's all your confidence gone now?", his voice is rugged and demanding, and his eyes do not falter. "I want to see you."

The insecurity disappears and is instead replaced with annoyance and arousal. You 6 remove your hands.

"Not fair, I can't be the only one undressed."

He moved away from you, and the fabric of his shirt was easily removed and discarded over his head. You stare shamelessly. That’s all it took for you to understand why he didn't like it when you covered yourself. The way he looked was magnificent and all you wanted to do was look at him.

It doesn't take him long to return to you, passion growing by the seconds with every needy touch of your wandering hands. You're settled perfectly below him with a perfect view of his expression and body. He really did look beautiful, but you’ve exhausted your ability to call him pretty for today. With each caress and each kiss, you can feel his impatience.

“I want to taste you.” He whispers, eyes aflame with desire and lust.

“Then kiss me more.”

“Not your lips.”

Confusion laced your mind. But the dots connected when he reached for the waist of your bottoms, slipping them down your hips. His body shifted backwards until his face was on the same level as your hips. He moved slowly to give you adequate time to decline him if you wanted to. You didn’t.

“Have you ever done this before?” Once again, he saw right through you.

You swallow, “No.’”

“Don’t think too hard on it, just relax and feel it.”

He holds your thighs in place and kisses the inner side of one. You braced yourself for the feeling, but no amount of preparation could ever prepare you for how amazing the warmth of his mouth felt against your core. You wanted to squeeze your legs shut, but his iron-like grip kept you firmly in place. He knew exactly what he’s doing and he’s very good at doing it. Your fingers find themselves in his hair, gripping onto the soft, blond locks. He doesn’t budge. His tongue moves against you with purpose and determination that drew loud moans and screams of his name from your throat. Your grip on his hair only added to the feeling and he seemed to enjoy it too because each time your fingers tightened in his hair, his moans vibrated into your body and made your stomach feel light and flowery.

The feeling only intensifies as he continues, threatening to consume you whole and that it does. Your body erupts, and you grip onto his hair and the sheets until your knuckles turn white. You’ve experienced it before, but never this intensely, you couldn’t tell if the alcohol or Zaros was to blame, but you were silently thanking both in your mind as the stars faded away from you vision. When he releases you, your body falls limp onto the bed.

“Still want to act like a brat?” He laughs at your state and slides off the bed.

You were too zoned out to reply or notice, but when he returned, the rest of his clothes were gone.

“You did well” he kissed the side of your neck, “So good, I can’t wait any longer.”

He slots himself between your legs, his body lined up with yours.

“I've been thinking about this for a while, a little too long if I'm being honest. You constantly pester my mind, do you know that?" He continues, "Are you ready?”

You nod, and that's all he needs.

And then-

Your body jolts awake, covered in a thin layer of sweat. The boundaries of reality and subconscious unblurring. Your breathing remains unsteady as your mind wraps around what you just experienced. That kind of dream? Of HIM? If your face could flush anymore, you might just bleed out your pores. It was extremely embarrassing but unlike anything you’ve ever felt. You'd never admit it but you wished you hadn’t woken up.

Maybe this was all because you were tired, right? When the mind is tired, it does crazy things. You despise him, so this would never be an option. Besides it’s not like you actually want that, right?... right?

You lay awake and your mind takes the opportunity to drift. Would he really behave like that? Is he actually experienced? That would mean he’s been with someone or a few someones. Suddenly, you feel disgustingly envious of people you neither know nor met. But no, you silence the thought. You shouldn't care who he's been with.

You attempt to delude yourself, convince your mind that this was a simple slip up, and everything will go back to being normal when you wake up in the morning. Except, despite the hazy feeling of being hungover and bone deep tiredness, you couldn’t sleep. You were determined to forgetbut it engulfed your mind all night, right up until the gentle morning sunlight seeped into your room, urging you to start the day. You sigh, pulling the plush covers off your body and walk over to the window. Maybe some fresh air would help.

They sky is beautiful, as it always is, but you struggle to appreciate it as much as you’d like to. Your eyes roam the view from your window, desperate for another distraction, the buildings beyond the palace, the palace gates and watch towers, the courtyard and trees, the garden and familiar blond hair. Blond hair. The same blond hair you’d dreamt were tangled between your fingers as he-

You stopped breathing for a moment. DON’T THINK. DON’T LOOK. DON’T THINK. DON’T LOOK. DON’T. LO-

Unsuccessful. Both your mind and eyes betray you, and you wish you would disintegrate into a cloud of dust from guilt. You can’t help but watch as he graciously moves past each plant, admiring each leaf, each petal much like he did to your body, leaning down to touch them ever so lightly. Your heart hammer against your chest, and you wished so badly you could control it. You wished so badly you could look away. But here you stood, captivated by your sworn rival with very inappropriate thoughts fogging your brain.

He must’ve felt your eyes following his movements. He straightened his posture and looked behind him, long locks of blond hair smoothly shift to accommodate the action, then he looks up. Hurriedly, you step aside with your back presses tightly against the wall, hopefully fast enough for him to have not seen you. You stay against the wall cursing yourself, cursing your dream, cursing the heavens, and did I mention cursing yourself? You waited a while before peeking again, but he was gone. You sigh and drop onto the floor, a strange feeling brewing in your chest. It should have been relief, but no, you felt disappointed and entirely conflicted.

It was one hell of a week ahead.

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So how was it?👹

I hope you enjoyed it! I've been procrastinating writing this fic for a WHILEEEEE

Originally, I was going to separate the reality from where the actual dream begins, but I realised that readers can decide that for themselves if I made it continuous instead.

For me I'd say Zaros left after the dance and the rest is the dream but it could be anything! Maybe the entire thing is a dream, maybe he just chucked you into the room and left, maybe you fell asleep while he was dragging you to your room! Who knows, you get to decide!

#zsakuva #sakuverse #asmr #zaros #zaros x reader #zsakuva zaros

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whumpsday · 1 year

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Kane & Jim BBU AU #1: 100913

Kane & Jim AUs Masterlist / Next

content: bbu, pet whump, shock collar, broken dish trope

welcome to the Kane & Jim BBU AU! if you don't know what BBU is: in short, it's a shared pet whump universe a bunch of whump authors write in. more info here. as i feel it necessary to state up front to avoid confusion, everyone in this AU is human, no vampires.

@bbu-on-the-side BBU Community Days #3: Discipline

913 was a good enough pet.

He wasn't perfect, not by a long shot, but he was good at most of what he needed to do, his tasks. Cleaning wasn't hard. Neither was laundry, or dishes, or caring for plants.

Cooking was especially easy, that was 913's specialty. Not only that, but he enjoyed it, too. He didn't get to enjoy a lot of things at this place. Given it was his specialty, they would probably advertise him for that. Then he could cook every day for his owner and not have to worry about anything else.

However, while the chores came easy to him, the rest didn't. The pet stuff, the things everyone had to learn no matter what kind of pet they were. The positions, and how to talk all polite, that kind of shit. The respect crap, that was where he always messed up, and that was where he got his punishments. He wasn't trying to fuck up, it was just a lot to remember at once. He could never be a platonic.

913 rubbed at his collar. He hoped his owner would get him one without shocks. Even when it wasn't activated, the prongs dug into his neck all the time, and he hated it. Made him antsy.

But he didn't have time to worry about that right now. He grabbed his bucket to take to the other side of the room and continue his mopping.

"100913," Handler Schroeder called from behind as he stepped inside. 913 startled, dropping the water-filled bucket.

Fuck.

Handler Schroeder sighed, obviously irritated, which only made everything worse.

"I'm sorry, sir," 913 mumbled as the water spread over the floor. "Uh, you snuck up on me, so I just-"

913 cut himself off with a shriek as his collar activated, white-hot electricity arcing right into the side of his neck and setting his nerves alight. He fell to his knees, soaking his pants in the soapy water.

"Is that what you're going to do with your owner?" Handler Schroeder accused. "You mess up and blame it on them? Unbelievable. If that's the case, they'll return you right back here for refurbishing, you know. Maybe I should switch your program and make you a guard dog instead."

"I'm sorry, sir," 913 repeated, quieter this time, voice choked up with tears. His eyes bored down into the floor, too afraid to steal a glance at his handler. "Please- please- let me know how I can fix it. I wanna be better. Sir."

Handler Schroeder stomped over and grabbed him by the hair, rough fingers closing in his curls and yanking, forcing him to look up. "I will."

It had been a month since 913 got bought, and he was okay.

Master de Sang was miles better than the facility, it wasn't even close. Things were fine here. 913 had his own room, and he spent most of his time looking after the estate. Master liked the meals he cooked, the very thing he'd bought him for. It was fine.

It wasn't like they told him it would be, though. Master wasn't the loving owner he'd been promised. Master was strict. Master had a temper.

He was still better, far better than the handlers. He wasn't always bad. When he was in a good mood, Master could even be nice to be around, better than being alone. Master would play cards with him, or let him watch TV with him. 913 loved the TV, giving him a view into what a person's life was like.

But Master never replaced his collar, and the prongs still dug into his neck every second of every hour of every day, even though Master didn't use the shocks. Yet.

And when Master was irritated, which was almost all of the time, 913 couldn't help but get nervous.

Today was a good day so far, at least. He stole a moment to stand in front of the kitchen window, to feel the sun on his skin. He couldn't remember what it was like to be outside, but he knows he must have been outside at some point. Before. He wonders if the sun feels different when it's not filtered through the glass.

913 let himself have just a moment to bask in its warmth before he got back to cleaning up lunch, the water running over his wrist having no effect on the barcode and number permanently etched into his skin.

As he washed the dishes, he couldn't help but wince as he heard Master stomping around upstairs. He only did that when he was upset, and when he was upset...

He tried to shake it off. Master was just on the phone. That was all.

Master came downstairs just as 913 was finishing drying everything. "Welcome back, Master!" he said, chipper and friendly despite the dread building itself inside him.

Master just scowled at him, as though the greeting had made everything worse. 913 wanted to pull his hair out and scream. He wished he'd gotten a little training in what the platonics do, complex conversations with their owners besides the basic respect and obedience. Maybe he could help Master if he did. But better a domestic than either of the other two.

"Hi," Master said flatly. He leaned against the counter, tapping his fingers against it restlessly.

"Can I get you anything?" 913 asked.

"We just had lunch," Master pointed out. He wasn't looking at 913, but he wasn't sure if that was good or bad. He was staring off into space like he always did when he had family troubles.

He remembered talking to one of the platonics once back in training, 418512. 512 was talking about how they were trained to sometimes be a little more casual, something that might sometimes be interpreted as disrespect. How if they stayed fully respectful all the time, it could come off as cold. Maybe that was why Master was irritated with him.

913 was pretty sure he knew what Master was upset about. It was a risk, but he decided to go for it. He made his voice as soft and sympathetic as he could.

"Is it your father, Master?" he asked quietly.

The slap rang so hard across 913's face that his ears rang. He dropped the mug he was holding, the ceramic shattering against the floor.

Master grabbed 913 by the chin as pain bloomed over his cheek. "Don't you fucking talk about my father. Don't even mention him. Got it?"

"Yes, Master," 913 squeaked, trembling in his grip.

Master threw him to the floor over the jagged pieces. "Clean this up."

He stayed down, not moving from where he was tossed even as the edges cut into his palms. "Yes, Master."

913 stayed completely still until Master left in a huff. Once he could hear the sound of his footsteps fade away, he began picking shards out of his skin, failing not to cry.

expect two more of these :)

taglist in reblog

#kane and jim bbu #kane and jim au #whump #bbucommunity #day3 #bbu #discipline #pet whump #shock collar #electrocution #break thing #my writing #whump writing

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hazeracha · 1 year

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• // kcon la // •

pairing // chan x reader

warning // fluff, chan’s kcon la outfit ( yes that is a warning! )

wc: 1.5k

A/N I am also going to include text messages in this story just for my own enjoyment because I enjoy reading them so much, and will probably be using them as additional parts to chapters like this one > texts with chan < or chan’s room episodes that don’t have enough content to write to write about.

The flight from Seoul to LA was a long one, meaning you had time to wait until you got any updates from Chan. You hoped he would take this opportunity to catch up on some sleep but the chances of that were slim.

As you waited for an update you decided to catch up on some work and also tidy up around the dorm. You didn’t move anything just tidied, you hated it when people moved your stuff around so you left everything as it was like always. You just dusted and hoovered a little whilst also doing some of their laundry and leaving it in their rooms. It’s not that their dorm was dirty it just needed a little clean up and you knew they would appreciate it when they got back, it’s something you often did when you spent any time in the dorms alone.

You heard the sound of your phone buzzing from beside you as you worked on your laptop, which you had been doing for the last couple of hours. You reached for your phone the first thing you noticed was Chan’s contact lighting up your screen. It was a screenshot of Chan you had taken during one of your many FaceTime calls. Your eyes were also drawn to the top left of your phone screen, it was currently 8:57 and you hadn’t had dinner yet. Quickly answering your phone you propped your phone up and left it sitting on Chan’s desk that you were currently sitting at.

“Hey,” you heard Chan’s voice from the other side of the phone. He sounded tired.

“Hey, babe. Are you at the hotel?”

“Yeah, we just arrived so I thought I would give you a call to let you know we all arrived safely. Sorry for not messaging you, the airport was just really stressful. There were so many people waiting on us arriving and the staff were struggling, just too much was happening.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. You don’t need to apologise. Okay?” You interrupted him from his rant, you could see Chan, sitting somewhere in his hotel room and running a hand through his hair and rubbing his thighs.

“Wait! Have you still not left the dorm?”

“No. I left just after you to go and get some food. I don’t think I would have been able to survive with what you had in here,” You joked.

“Come on it's not that bad.” You laughed and Chan followed as you watched him throw his head back but it was short-lived, when his face dropped once again. It’s almost as if you could see the wheels in his head turning as he thought.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just that everything that happened at the airport is stressing me out. There were so many people and the staff were struggling, I know it’s not my problem to deal with but I always do my best to help and today I just feel like everything was a little out of hand. I know it’s not the first time it’s happened either and it’s definitely not the last I just wish there was something more I could do to help. But most importantly just make everyone safe.”

Chan always gave straightforward answers and told the truth when you asked him this question because he knew you could see right through him and would immediately know if he was lying. Of course, sometimes he didn’t want to talk about it, which you also understood and knew he would tell you when he was ready or sometimes not at all.

“Plus Lee Know is travelling alone tomorrow which is also stressing me out more, and honestly I think all I need is a hug.” He laughed and you felt your heart shatter at his last words but quickly remembered something you had packed in his case the night before.

“I’m sorry I can’t give you the thing you need most right now. But maybe I can give you the next best thing, go and check your case.” You watched as Chan rushed over to his case, sitting his phone on the floor so you could see him unzipping the case and throwing everything out. He looked at you with a confused expression as his case lay empty in front of him and he still couldn’t find the item you were talking about.

“It’s literally right there in your hand silly.”

He looked at the hoodie he was holding in his hands still with confusion before he finally realised what hoodie it was. Chan gave you this a couple of months ago when you were staying over and you just never gave it back. This wasn’t unusual between the two of you so he easily forgot about the many things he gave you and knew it would show up again eventually.

That or one of the other members stole the item he was missing.

“I was wondering where this went. I’m not going to take it off. Ever!”

“Your disgusting, you're going to need to take it off to perform. There is no way the staff are letting you perform in that.”

“I can be very persuasive”

“Oh, I’m sure you can. But I already planned for this soo... I put one of my perfumes in your toiletries bag so you can wash the hoodie”

He disappears from the phone screen and you can hear the sounds of objects falling on the bathroom floor as he empties yet another bag. He appears back in your view with the biggest smile on his face, well it’s certainly the biggest you have seen since he arrived in LA. Sometimes it was the smallest things that made him the happiest and not big grand gestures, just small things that reminded him you still cared and were always thinking about him.

You continued to talk to Chan for another couple of hours, both of you getting food and talking about his schedule for the next couple of days before deciding it was time to call it a night and get some rest.

But before you went to bed you had one more thing to do.

> Y/N - Felix are you busy rn?

Felix > No, is everything alright?

> Y/N - Yeah everything’s fine but can you do me a favour?

Felix > Of course, anything for you noona…

> Y/N - Can you go and give Chan a BIG HUG from me before going to bed please??

Felix > Give me 5 minutes!!!

Felix > Mission complete 🫡

> Y/N - Thank you lix!!, I’m going to bed now. Have a good day/night. Love you 💙

Felix > Goodnight noona, Love you too 💙

Before falling asleep your phone lights up and you see a message from Chan

Channie > I LOVE YOU!!!!

> Y/N - I LOVE YOU TOOO!!!

You were waiting for Chan to phone you after his performance at KCON, and of course, as you were waiting you scrolled through social media to see any updates that were posted about the boys, and it’s safe to say you were shocked. You had gotten so used to Chan wearing crop tops for his stage performances and wearing baggy clothes at home, that you had forgotten what he looked like with tight-fitted clothing. Even though you see him shirtless most of the time there is just something so attractive about seeing his muscles tense underneath the tight clothing. It’s safe to say Chan would definitely have a few strong-worded messages to read when he gets off stage.

You continue scrolling for another couple of minutes before your phone started to ring and chan's contact appeared on the screen.

"I Hate you," Chan said the second you answered the phone.

"Woah, what a way to greet your girlfriend," you replied placing a hand on your chest. You knew he was joking but you played along. "Do you want me to hang up? Is this a bad time or... "

"No, don't hang up. I'm just embarrassed and the boys keep asking me why I was smiling and laughing at my phone."

"Aww, I didn't know it was that bad. You started your nervous giggling just from my messages. I didn't know I had such an effect on you."

"Ya!!! Stop it. Your gonna make it so much worse if any of them hear you.”

"I'm sorry. You just make it too easy."

"See Chan hyung. Noona gets it, you are such an easy person to fluster and wind up. Which is why you're our favourite person to tease and are always our first target" Seungmin appears from behind Chan putting both hands on his shoulders and shaking him.

"Hey Seungmin, how are you?" You asked and watched as he took Chan's phone and sat on one of the couches in the waiting room.

You and Seungmin plus another couple of the members spoke for a while before they had to leave and go to the hotel for the night. Chan phoned you again before going to bed and told you some news that quite possibly made your night. Just before hanging up the phone and saying your goodbyes, Chan flipped the camera showing his stage outfit hanging up. You were already excited about chan coming home but now you were ecstatic.

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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 8 months

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Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash pairing

Summary: Jake is a busy man running the kitchen at the restaurant he, his younger brother Sam, and his brother’s best friend Danny all work at. He doesn’t have the time to meet new people let alone date, but that doesn’t mean he’ll let his needs go unmet.

Warnings and tags: you should know me by now only 18+!!!, sexual content, M/M sex, slash of course (future SamXDanny so if that will freak you out in later chapters maybe just skip this all together), unrequited love, angst, drinking, third person POV Jake and Danny, restaurant AU, I probably missed something so if I did let me know

The title is taken from a Sleep Token song so if you’re interested you can give it a listen while you read

Word count: 6.4k

“Someone please for the love of fucksake get me a dry towel!” Jake yelled after nearly burning his hand from picking up the heated handle of a pan some dumbass had positioned towards a burner instead of away. Everyone knew you weren’t supposed to move hot pans with wet towels. He didn’t expect the towel on the counter next to it to be saturated in whatever liquid it had been used to clean up then carelessly discarded right next to the stove.

Fucking amateurs, he worked with a bunch of fucking amateurs.

Jake was the sous-chef now, having just recently risen in the ranks of the kitchen after proving himself a worthy prospect the fateful weekend the previous sous walked out and abandoned them in the middle of a rush.

The majority of the staff were frozen in place, unsure of how to regroup and delegate without a leader telling them what to do. Not that the previous was ever very organized and leaderly to begin with.

He hadn’t been trying or expecting to earn a promotion. More like after working so many years in the kitchen of his family’s restaurant back at home had just made him naturally good at understanding what to do to make the line flow seamlessly and efficiently.

So he took control for the night, then the next night, and before he could say otherwise the kitchen manager was announcing him as the new sous by the end of the weekend.

Some of his coworkers were not happy about the news since Jake was young and hadn't been there as long as a few others who would have been in the running had they taken any initiative when it really mattered. Jake didn’t care though, sous-chef or not he was all or nothing in the kitchen. A real force to be reckoned with, and despite the couple that doubted him he had just as many if not turned more into his corner after showing his chops and getting things back in order. Maybe even better than before if he did say so himself.

It was just past midnight, 1am creeping up quickly when Jake was finally finishing up cleaning after the dinner rush. He was always the first to arrive at the kitchen, managing the prep for the night's menu and making sure all his kitchen staff showed up to work on time and sober. Well at least sober enough to not lose any appendages while wielding a knife.

He was also always the last to leave, taking a moment to himself to eat something while he waited for the restaurant manager to close since someone had to witness the cash being deposited into the safe.

“The fuck are you still doing here?” Jake’s bones nearly jumped out of his body at the sight of a tall and lanky figure stepping out of the shadows after he locked up the back door.

“Waiting for you” Sam replied with an amused laugh at the sight of startling his older brother.

Jake pressed past him, gripping the strap of his bag that held his notebook and his food-stained dirty jacket to be tossed in the wash when he got home. “Why?” He called backwards when Sam kept following him.

“I told Josh I’d help him set up for the party tomorrow night. Savanna ordered a few extra bottles at distributor price and they got delivered today so I’m going to drop them off at your place”.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Sam. She can get in trouble for that!” He scolded him. He wasn’t necessarily mad at Sam, because that sounded exactly like something he would do without thinking about the repercussions, but Savanna, he expected her to know better and not let Sam’s bad influence rub off on her so easily.

“Don’t worry” Sam sighed, annoyed already by Jake's tone. “I paid her for them, it’s not like they’re losing any money”.

“Yeah, only the taxes they have to pay on those extra bottles” he quipped back actually pissing Sam off because well he didn’t think about that and he didn’t like being proven wrong.

“Yeah, whatever, it was a one time deal. Won’t happen again, sir” he drew the last word out, picking fun at the way Jake’s head chef had come in and demanded everyone start referring to him as Sir now. He wouldn’t admit it outloud, especially to his brother, but he quite liked it.

Jake started working at the restaurant straight out of culinary school. A little over two years ago now whether he believed it or not.

He was the first to graduate, having chosen an easier academic path than his brothers. Josh had just graduated next, having taken him one year longer to receive his bachelor's degree in fine arts and filmmaking.

It was a tedious search to find an area that benefited both Jake and Josh's dreams, culinary arts and film. Neither of them were ready to part after highschool, but eventually they found what they were looking for in Nashville. They made the move expecting to grow used to being out on their own but only a couple years later Sam and his best friend followed them out here.

After Sam’s first year of college Jake decided he had gotten enough partying in and got him a job at the restaurant so he could keep an eye on him.

At first Sam was just a waiter, but he hated that. Being quick to an attitude and having a loose tongue were not favorable attributes for the position. He was constantly getting in arguments with the guests.

Just when Jake thought Sam would be fired he got moved into the position as bartender. The role fit Sam’s set of skills far better, Sam being a genius mixologist since before he was even legal to consume.

Then Jake found out that Sam and the bar manager were hooking up. Savanna didn’t strike him as Sam’s usual type, but who was he to get in the way of his brother’s needs.

“You got tomorrow night off right?” Sam questioned as he followed Jake to his car, helping himself to placing his bags and bottles into the backseat before climbing in up front.

Jake didn’t reply. Of course he’d gotten the night off, Josh would literally kill him if he missed it, but he was dreading it nonetheless.

It was Josh’s going away party. Now that he’d graduated he was moving to New York to start working on a few sets. He had impressed one of his professors that was still in touch with a few influential people on Broadway, giving Josh a recommendation and ultimately a test run at a job the summer right after graduation. It wasn’t film, Josh was excited to be getting started somewhere.

Although Jake was more than proud of his twin, the idea of living alone for the first time half way across the US from his other half made him sick to his stomach.

Before leaving Josh decided he wanted to host a party. He convinced Jake to agree to have it at their place since it was a central location. He had invited quite a few friends from school and Sam turned around and invited people from the restaurant against Jake's wishes.

When Sam asked him why he was so pissed off he had invited their ‘friends’ Jake merely rolled his eyes. He saw those people nearly six days a week. Home was his escape from work and he did not want to see any of them there. Well, all but one.

Then there was Danny.

Jake was very familiar with Danny. Having also grown up with him in Michigan. He was Sam’s childhood and still best friend who followed Sam follow his brothers to Nashville.

When he first heard that Danny was coming with Sam Jake was shocked. He knew the two of them had been close in highschool, but to leave home together, there had to be a deeper reason.

Then the pieces started to fit the more Jake observed him. Sam got Danny his old waiter position when he became a bartender. Stating it was just easier for them to work together than separately since they were coming from the same school and to the same apartment.

Danny and Jake were a lot alike compared to their counterparts. Sam and Josh were both chaotic and high energy. While Danny and Jake were overall more reserved and soft spoken.

The four of them were like chess pieces on opposite sides of the board. Josh was the king. The most protected piece, able to take a step in any direction, but always having to watch where he went. He was the oldest, by five minutes mind you, but he still took that very seriously. Always striving to be one worth looking up to.

Sam, whether he liked it or not, was the queen. Also able to move very freely. Being the youngest he had the world in the palm of his hand.

Jake and Danny were both knights, the king's knight and the queen's knight. They were restricted in their movements, constantly fighting and sacrificing themselves for the benefit of those most important to them.

Jake was bound by his dream, wanting to follow in his fathers footsteps. Although their dad never went through culinary school, he managed to open and run a successful restaurant back in their hometown, all while juggling raising three boys.

The three of them grew up in that restaurant, feeling obligated to put in some work when they were able to give back to their parents. It was never a chore for Jake though. He loved cooking, and just about the time he realized he was good at it, so did his father, having been the one to convince him to go to school.

The plan had always been to go back home and take over, but after graduating he realized he had developed a taste for the finer variety of the culinary world. The restaurant he worked in was much nicer than the family restaurant. Not that he wasn’t proud of where he came from. The demographic for restaurants in Michigan and the ever growing Nashville just called for different atmospheres.

Danny was bound by love. Jake knew Danny was in love with his younger brother. It was written all over the boy's face the way he stared longingly at his best friend when he thought no one was paying attention. He didn’t know if Sam knew Danny was in love with him. He hadn’t figured that one out for sure yet, but if he had to guess the way Sam heedlessly brought Savanna over to their shared apartment, the answer would be no.

Jake pulled into his parking spot in front of his apartment, waiting for Sam to gather all his things before locking the car.

Sam had a key, but his hands were too full to dig it out so Jake let them in instead.

“You crashing here tonight then?” Jake grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge to take back to his room with him, tossing one in his brother's direction. If the party was going to be anything like what Sam had been hyping up, then they both needed to start hydrating now.

“Yeah, Danny will be over tomorrow afternoon to help” Sam opened his water and downed about half of it before jumping onto the couch where he planned to make himself comfy for the rest of the night.

“Great, can’t wait”.

“Are we already out of the booze?” Jake groaned while shifting through the empty glass bottles on their counter top.

“Not by a long shot brother” Josh called him out of the kitchen and into the small laundry room. He lifted the lid to the washer and revealed it had been filled to the brim with ice, multiple cans of beer and more liquor stashed inside. “Didn’t have enough counter space” he grinned.

“Clever” Jake shook his head in disbelief but also thoroughly entertained by his brothers’ resourcefulness.

After retrieving a bottle he mixed a strong drink before braving returning to the living room.

Jake had been buzzed since before people started showing up, holding out on getting completely shit faced for his brother’s sake.

Josh introduced him to a few of his close classmates, each one being shocked to find out that Josh was indeed a twin. Jake put up an easy going front, but he was getting burnt out quickly. Tonight was his first night off in over a week and it was going to be his only night off this one. It was a bitch to get this night specifically off, having traded a few days and come in extra to make up for it. Of course Danny, Sam, and Savanna had also worked it out to come, so Jake couldn’t help but wonder how the place was doing without all of them.

“Think the dinner rush is going smoothly?” Someone who was reading his mind muttered from closely behind him, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“Don’t sneak up on me, you know I scare easily” Jake spoke quietly back to Danny. He didn’t know why he felt the need to converse with him in a hushed tone when everyone else in the house was practically yelling at each other over the music. “Result of growing up with brothers who constantly played pranks on each other”.

“I remember,” Danny chucked, stepping up to stand next to Jake now instead of behind him “sorry”. he didn’t need to apologize, but the effort was still nice. “Are you enjoying the party?”

Jake sighed, letting his facade drop for the first time tonight. For Josh he had to be strong, Sam had done well in steering clear of him, but this was just Danny. “Honestly? I’m exhausted. There’s a dozen things I’d rather be doing with my day off”.

“I understand” Danny so easily responded. Although Jake knew Danny could get wild especially when getting into a mess with Sam, he retreated into a shell in big crowds of people he didn’t know as well as he did Jake and his brothers. He’d likely been masking all night too and was also relieved to be talking to just Jake.

Jake’s eyes kept scanning the room, watching Josh bounce around from group to group constantly making sure his guests were being entertained. If anyone was going to be exhausted by the end of the night it was going to be him, but for now he was feeding off the energy. Then his gaze found Sam, hand propped up against the wall as he leaned in towards his date, a pink flush in his face from his drink signifying he’d already had too much. He leaned over and whispered something into Savanna’s ear, making her blush even darker and giggle. In his peripheral he could see that Danny was also watching the exchange between Sam and his girl.

An idea hatched in his fuzzy brain, taking a large gulp of his cup for the courage to follow through with it. “Like I’d much rather be getting laid right now. Too bad the only one who looks like they're getting any around here is Sam”.

Jake knew he would get a rise out of Danny, he could see it in the way his grip was tightening around his cup. He did not expect Danny to say what he did though, and it was very intriguing.

“Jake, you could sleep with anyone you wanted to in this room” Danny nearly scoffed. He was getting riled up as Sam was now openly planting kisses down Savanna’s neck. He tore his eyes from them and looked down at Jake intently watching him in return.

“Like you?” Jake pressed, smirking when Danny’s jaw fell.

Jake had dabbled with both sex, never bothering labeling himself rather just letting himself experience every beautiful corner of sexuality his heart desired without too much thought. Some people, however, were off limits. On any other night his younger brother's best friend was definitely off limits.

As soon as he poured that last drink Jake knew he could kiss being sober goodbye, but what his drunken state was allowing him to do was none of his sober self’s business. It wasn’t a lie when he said he’d much rather be getting laid right now. The joke was that ever since he’d become aware of Danny’s secret little crush, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him.

“Jake, I-” Danny was opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, not able to form a coherent sentence for everything that was running through his head right now.

“I’m going to make up an excuse to say goodnight to Josh so he’s not looking for me. You remember which one is my room right?”

Danny stayed silent, eyes flickering around to see if anyone was watching them have this shameful conversation, which no one was, then simply nodded his head.

Jake did just as he said, finishing his drink and pretending to be absolutely plastered as he approached his twin.

Danny watched, a smile fighting its way onto his face as Josh attempted offering to help Jake up the stairs, but Jake managed to convince him he could do it. With success, he turned around to send Danny a wink before trekking up and disappearing onto the second floor.

Danny made a stop by the kitchen, grabbing another plastic cup from the open package and filling it along with his before slipping away from the party.

He thought about knocking, but he had a cup in each hand now. His heart was pounding as he stood at the door, debating if he should just turn around and go back downstairs and deal with Jake being upset with him later.

Before he had too much time to think about it, the door opened and Jake was standing there having stripped down to only his boxers.

“Were you just going to stand there like a big idiot all night?” Jake had a permanent smirk on his face, making Danny question even further if this was a good idea or not.

Despite his better judgment he stepped inside, Jake shutting and locking the door behind him.

Danny’s eyes immediately went to his bed. It was large and dressed in deep red sheets with a matching duvet, taking up most of the room centered on the far wall. The headboard had built-in shallow shelves, just enough to fit a few books and some other various nicknacks.

He turned around to face Jake now, thrusting the extra cup into his chest until he took it from him.

“Thanks” Jake chuckled, making Danny’s blood rush at the sound mixed with the sight of his smooth chest barely rising and falling with the breaths it took to do so. He took a sip of the drink, actually wincing at the taste. “Damn Danny, you trying to actually get me plastered? Or do you just have to be that drunk to sleep with me?”

“Hmm?” Danny still hadn’t found his words yet, taking a drink of his cup as well to see he had mixed them really strong, but by complete accident. “No, it’s just-”

Jake cut him off again, his nerves making him talkative whereas it made Danny speechless. “Look, you don’t have to do this. It’s just I haven’t gotten any in a long time. You know what it’s like at work, I don’t have time to be trying to meet people. We know and trust each other, so it’s just convenient if we can help each other out with this”.

Jake took Danny’s cup from him and placed the both of them down onto the desk in the corner, moving slowly so Danny could think about what he’d said.

“How did you know?” Danny finally managed to speak up, but Jake didn’t understand exactly what he was trying to get at. “How did you know I’m into guys?”

If Jake was in his right mind then maybe he could have come up with something to say, but instead the truth came sliding out. “Because I know you’re in love with Sam”.

Well if that wasn’t a mood killer then he didn’t know what was.

Again, Danny was shocked into silence. He wanted to deny it, but knowing Jake as long as he had he actually felt a little relieved that someone knew his secret. Someone who he was also close with and knew would keep it quiet until he was finally ready to tell. If he was ever ready to tell.

“Don’t worry, this doesn’t have to mean anything” Jake tried to salvage this energy between them. He’d gone as far as to get Danny up into his room, and he would be damned if they backed out now. (Well actually if Danny said he felt uncomfortable or decided he actually didn’t want to then of course Jake would back off, but until then he was going to try to keep pressing forward).

“We’re both adults now, with needs” Jake started back over towards Danny, maintaining an intense eye contact as he carefully approached. “Needs that can easily be satiated tonight”. He reached over and placed his hands on either side of Danny’s waist, putting solid pressure in each of his fingertips.

Danny’s form was stiff underneath his touch, but was quickly softening as Jake tugged at him to move forward. Once he broke free of the imaginary roots holding his legs in place, Danny stepped forward, letting their lower bodies press together. Jake slid one hand up his still clothed torso, trailing it around his shoulder and burying it into the hair at the nape of his neck. “You have needs don’t you Danny?”

Danny shuddered at the feeling of Jake's fingers massaging his scalp, allowing himself to reach over and cup Jake's flushed face in his large hands. “Yes, I do” he sighed heavily, his warm sweet breath tickling Jake's cheeks with how close they were, but something was still holding him back.

“Besides, I do look somewhat like Sam. You can pretend I’m him, I don’t mind. Just for tonight”. With that Jake pulled Danny down into a heated kiss.

All of the force was in Jake's lips, but Danny reciprocated the kiss just with more hesitancy.

He already felt himself slipping away, the allure of Danny becoming stronger the closer he allowed himself to get. His lips parted ever so slightly, not enough for Jake to get his tongue inside, but enough for him to slit his lips in between. He took Danny’s bottom lip between his, now able to taste him, the warmth and bitterness of his drink still so fresh. Jake nibbled on Danny’s bottom lip before letting him go to take a step back and gauge his reaction.

“If we are going to do this then I need to know you want to. There can’t be any weirdness between us after this. We still have to work together, be around each other, and act like nothing has changed between us”.

Jake spoke with certainty, or at least he was doing a very good job at reassuring him that he was. In reality he was just as hesitant and nervous as Danny was. He did hope this would change something between them. Jake was determined to rock Danny’s world tonight. To treat him both as gently and as rough as a man like Danny deserved so he’d have no choice but to come crawling back to Jake for more.

Even if Danny couldn’t love Jake the way he loved Sam, at least Jake would have this. At the end of the night, he hoped that it would be enough.

Danny pulled Jake back against him, letting his head fall onto his shoulder, his curly hair tickling Jake's jaw, and just held him there for a moment.

Jake had to concentrate on standing still. Sure he had been this close to him before, they’d had their fair share of friendly hugs over the years. He’d never given him a hug with a half hard-on though.

Their hugs usually only lasted a short while, but Danny wasn’t breaking contact as he fought to think of a reason not to indulge. A real reason besides the obvious one. That if Sam ever found out he’d be furious with the both of them.

Danny turned his face in towards Jake's neck and let his lips brush over the sensitive raised skin there, finally admitting “I want to”.

He placed a kiss there, then higher up on his neck, his jaw, his cheek, until his lips landed back on Jake’s to seal the deal.

Something seemed to snap inside Danny, he let go of whatever last bit of reservations he had and really let himself succumb to the darkness within himself.

He’d always noticed this siren-like allure Jake had. He was appealing to put it simply, the way he played to his strengths without boasting about his accomplishments. Not very many men could keep themselves humble, but Jake never even wavered in his standards even as he took control.

Without letting his lips leave Danny’s again Jake mumbled “let’s go to the bed then. Unless you want me to tackle you to the floor?”

He felt Danny’s lips curl into a smile just before he gripped Jake's hips and spun them around. Backing him up through his room until Jake's legs hit the edge of his bed. Jake fell backwards into its embrace, curling his fingers around the collar of Danny’s sweater and pulling him down on top of him in the same motion.

With his feet still on the ground in front of the bed, Danny was bent over above him. One hand firmly planted on the bed next to his head and the other was roaming the expanse of bare skin on Jake's side, stopping every few inches to grip and squeeze then moving on as he deepened the kiss. Jake wasn’t expecting this position so soon, but it wasn’t a bother, he knew he could still take back control even from this angle.

Jake parted his lips now, a wide invitation that Danny graciously accepted, diving his tongue inside for his own taste.

With Danny distracted in exploring his mouth, Jake took the initiative to test taking it to the next step by wrapping one of his legs around Danny’s hips. His calf came to settle on the swell of Danny’s ass, and he leveraged himself up so that their fronts could grind together.

Danny let out a sound that wasn’t quite a moan yet, more like a stifled plea for more. Then his hand left Jake’s side, moving lower to gather his other leg and pull it around his hip as well before bucking back harder into Jake.

They were both fully hard now, rutting their erections on each other through their clothes like a couple of horny teenagers just trying to prove how turned on they were right now.

Jake was trying to remain patient, but now that Danny had reciprocated his desire, it was becoming harder (literally harder) to not lose his cool.

Despite how badly he wanted Danny right now, whatever way and in whatever position he would give it to him, Jake didn’t know the extent of Danny’s sexual history or if he’d ever been with another guy before.

He’d already accepted coming into this that he’d have to be the one to keep them focused and make sure enough prep had been done before things got too far.

They both needed a breath, so Jake pulled away first. “I sure hope your idea of getting laid doesn’t include staying completely dressed” he teased.

Danny stood back up, letting Jake's knees fall to the side onto the bed and worked at his belt buckle. As soon as he got the belt undone the button and zipper was next, undoing the both to allow a little more room for himself.

Jake wanted to complain when Danny abandoned what he was doing at his hips but quickly became appeased again when he reached up to instead lift his sweater off revealing a more toned torso than he remembered.

He had to bite his lips to keep himself from the subjective commentary that was flooding his brain since Danny seemed somewhat unsure of himself.

He wanted Danny to feel comfortable around him otherwise he wouldn’t be able to fully enjoy himself and Jake couldn’t have that.

Sitting up, Jake took over for him, digging his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and helping slide them down, his boxers getting caught and pulled off with them.

Jake held eye contact with Danny as he felt him spring free between them. Starting with one hand, but without looking away, Jake reached down and felt him.

He could already tell he was larger than he’d even expected, not too big, but so hard that he almost pulled back from his touch. “Fuck, Danny” Jake breathed out as he slowly tightened his grip and offered some relief.

Danny put his hands on both of Jake's shoulders to steady himself and he sighed and leaned his head back. “Yeah, that’s the hope” he chuckled once he’d gotten over the initial sensitivity of being touched by someone else for the first time in a while.

Now that Danny wasn’t watching, Jake took the opportunity to look down. He looked even bigger with Jake's hand wrapped around him. Jake had seen Danny naked before, plenty of fourth of Julys were spent at home changing together in the back of a van at the lake. Back then though Jake hadn’t dared look too far nor did he know at the time that he would someday be excited by seeing Danny.

Excited he was indeed, having to palm himself over his boxers for a second just to ease himself a little bit before moving onto his next course of action.

Danny felt Jake disappear as he lowered himself onto his elbows and knees on the bed in front of him. He took Danny by surprise as he traded his hand for his mouth, his plump lips stretched out as they wrapped around the tip.

“Fuck” Danny hissed, tangling his fingers in Jake’s hair as he started to bob his head.

Jake reached up again, stroking the base of his shaft now that he’d gotten it nice and slippery. “Yeah, that’s the hope” he pulled off just to repeat Danny’s smart aleck comment then went back in with even more vigor than before, sucking and twisting all at the same time.

The fingers in his hair tightened and he knew what that meant. Removing his hand, he let Danny rock his hips further into Jake's mouth until he was brushing up against the back of his throat.

“I’m close” Danny groaned, warning Jake since he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from continuing until he’d released.

With that Jake gave him one last cheek hollowed suck before popping off and backing further onto the bed.

Danny whimpered at the feeling of the cool air hitting his wet cock. Wishing now he hadn’t said anything so he could have stayed in the warmth of his mouth for even just a minute longer. A minute longer was about all he was going to last though, and he didn’t want to be finished yet.

“My turn” Jake called for Danny to join him, laying back and lifting his hips to slide off his boxers.

Danny looked anxious, maybe he had never done this before, but followed Jake's command, crawling over to him on the bed with determination in his eyes.

“You don’t have to blow me. Another time perhaps” Jake reminded him that they didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to, but only wished Danny would be willing to try a few things.

“I need you to help me with something else, you see a blue book up there?” He nodded to the headboard above him. Danny’s eyes scanned the few books, quickly finding the one Jake was referring to and reaching to pick it up. Something about it felt off, it was light compared to its size, but the weight distribution was also moving as he brought it down and handed it over.

Jake pulled the cover back to reveal the book was actually hollow, containing a stack of condoms and a small bottle of lube.

“Often jerk off while reading in bed?” Danny questioned his stash as Jake retrieved the bottle and tore off one of the foil squares before handing him the book to put back.

“Wouldn’t you like to know” Jake smugly replied, opening the bottle and squeezing the tiniest amount since he knew a little went a long way onto his hand then coating his member with the slick gel.

Danny watched Jake work himself with wide eyes. The way Jake laid there seemingly without any fear and let Danny see him in such an intimate state, it was breathtaking.

“Have you ever fingered someone before?” Jake questioned. All teasing and jokes had left his tone, instead he was completely serious and trying to keep his breathing steady.

“I’m not a virgin” Danny replied, slightly chagrin about Jake's doubting of his skills.

“Noted. Good to know, but what I asked is have you ever fin-” it was Jake's turn to be cut off when Danny quickly snatched up the bottle and squeezed some onto his fingers before positioning them at his backside.

“Woah! Ok! Easy! You have to go easy”. Jake tried to scoot away, but Danny placed his free hand on his hip and pulled him back down until his inner thighs came in contact with Danny’s knees.

“Relax, you have to relax” he copied the same pattern of speech, but with a soothing voice as he leaned down and connected their lips once again before slowly easing a finger inside. “See, I do know what I’m doing”.

Trusting in his friend, Jake did relax, moving his hand that had gone steady against himself to grip Danny’s thigh letting all his tension reside there instead of other places.

“Does it feel good?” Danny questioned after a few moments of working another in.

Jake let a long breath out through his nose, “actually, you can go a little harder, if you want”.

“You don’t have to tell me twice” he gave Jake one more peck on the lips then twisted his fingers upwards before pressing further inside, as far as his knuckles would let him go.

“Oh!” Jake felt his voice nearly squeak when Danny managed to brush up against the spot no one else had managed to reach with just their fingers before. Jake never minded being fingered, but it was usually just a means to reach a better goal. The way Danny was handling him though, it was different than anyone else he’d ever been with before. It was like Danny was trying to make him enjoy it.

“How about now?”

“Oh god Danny, enough, I’m ready for you now”. Jake moved his grip from Danny’s thigh to his forearm, desperately trying to pull him away. “Would you lay down? I like to start out on top”.

The sound of that was appealing enough to get Danny to retreat, removing himself from between Jake's legs and flopping onto his back next to him.

Jake found the condom he’d left at his side, tearing it open before lifting himself up and mounting Danny.

He was situated just above his knees so he could roll the condom on before inching forward. A pair of big tanned hands caressed his thighs as he got into position.

Jake paused, allowing himself to study Danny’s face as he lowered himself onto him, slowly letting out the breath he was holding in as he did so.

Danny closed his eyes, letting his fingers dig into Jake's skin just as Jake had into his. “You’re really tight” he groaned, wiggling his hips trying to get comfortable.

“I know, I might have gotten a little ahead of myself, I forgot how big you are. Just give me a second” he placed his hands on the chest of the man below him. Then letting his legs do the work he began to move, the leftover lube inside of him from Danny’s fingers just enough to help him glide up and down.

“Forgot?” Danny panted, his hands traveling from Jake's thighs to his rocking hips. “I guess I’ll just have to make sure you don’t forget again”.

It felt like the earth turned on its axis, and suddenly Jake felt the bed beneath him again. Danny managed to stay tucked inside during the move, lifting Jake's leg onto his hip like the position they’d been in earlier.

He lifted Jake’s lower half barely off the mattress and began thrusting, making Jake cry out at the sudden deepness and shocking sensation he was driving through his body.

This was not how he imagined the night playing out. He meant to work up to it, build some pressure, make it last long. The way Danny was man handling him right now sent the plans of all the dirty things he wanted to do to him flying out the window.

Jake was glad the party still seemed to be going strong downstairs, the music a cover for his moans. In hindsight he had probably been a little ambitious in the way he egged Danny on. It really had been a while since he had gotten any, and Danny was giving it to him so good now that he was already dangerously close to the edge.

He reached in between their sweating bodies, stroking himself to his limit. “I’m going to cum,” he staggered out, “just don’t stop what you’re doing”.

Danny’s moves were faltering, he was close too, but he managed to keep it up just long enough for Jake to finish, clenching around him as his body quaked with pleasure.

Since he came so quickly, he’d expected to have to finish Danny off, but as soon as his body settled Danny dropped to his elbows, burying his hands into Jake's long hair.

If it had been anyone else Jake would have pushed him off. The overstimulation was getting to be too much especially now that his spent cock was caught pressed against their bodies, but Danny seemed so close he just bore down and let him have it.

With one more heavy thrust Danny was coming undone, his brows furrowed and his eyes clenched closed. Jake watched again as the smallest bead of sweat rolled down the tip of his nose and dripped onto his lips. His tongue darted out to lick it away, then he pulled his lips between his teeth, one silent word leaving his mouth.

It didn’t matter if Danny didn’t say it aloud, Jake had seen him say it a thousand times, he’d recognized it on Danny’s lips anyway.

Sam

Part 2

#Greta van fic #greta van smut #greta van angst #Janny gvf #Sanny gvf #jake kiszka #Danny Wagner #Sam kiszka #Spotify

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nocturnalghoul · 4 months

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Fox's Wedding

This is one of three fics that I plan to post today on my birthday as a sort of reverse present. I just want these two to be besties, and like am I wrong tho?! I'll link the other two fics here and here once I get all three posted

sorry in advance for the several perspective switches, idk man

Summary: The two get lost in laughing and cracking jokes that before they know it both plates are empty and the sun is rising up over the horizon. “Ugh I needed this bro, we have both been so caught up with everyone else lately that I feel like we haven’t hung out just the two of us in ages. I miss my buddy” Sunny laments, getting up to clear their dishes before Mountain or Dew come out and complain about the mess they made in the kitchen. “Well there is always time to change that Sunbeam, sounds like it's time for us to declare it a goof off day. Wanna come down to the lake with me?” Just some sweet Sunny and Rain being friends and goofing off content.

Words: ~1.4k

Warnings: none, this is just fluffy good times :D

Read on AO3 here, or below the cut

After tossing and turning for several hours, Sunny finally decides to give up on sleep. She still has so much on her mind that there is no hope of it all quieting down enough for her to sleep anytime soon.

Snagging her phone from off the nightstand and frowning at the mocking way it displays 4am, she starts to wander through the halls thinking of something to do since she's up. The common room is currently a cluttered mess as everyone prepares for tour so she decides to start there and figure out how she can help out. She is lost deep in her thoughts, moving on autopilot, as she swings around the corner and smacks into somebody knocking her off balance and sending her tumbling down to the floor.

From the ground she can see Rain grimacing as he holds out a hand to help her back up with a mumbled apology and can’t help but giggle.

“Well hey Rain, were you just coming back from a swim?” she whispers, dragging the water ghoul towards the kitchen with her.

“Couldn’t sleep and I thought it might relax me enough to remedy that” he whispers back, face lighting up as he clearly thinks of something. “Obviously neither of us are getting sleep any time soon. So Sunbeam, how do ya feel about scrounging up some breakfast?”

There is something more to the request that Sunny can’t quite place, but the chance to hang out alone together is a rare one and there's no way she can pass it up. “Sure, lead the way Cap’n” she teases, shoving the water ghoul towards the kitchen.

Neither of the ghouls are as culinarily challenged as Mountain and Cirrus like to make them seem, and soon enough they get a fair spread set up with left overs for the next few hungry ghouls to blow through to snack on. Both of the ghouls have been so stressed out recently, Rain with the upcoming tour and Sunny with making sure everything is ready to run smoothly while the others are gone, that being able to focus their minds on such a clear-cut task feels soothing.

As they sit down to eat, Sunny zones out for a minute thinking about all the things she still needs to do, but is snapped back to reality as a grape bounces off her forehead and tumbles onto her plate. “Okay yeah I get it, sorry” she giggles, popping the offending fruit into her mouth.

The two get so lost in laughing and cracking jokes that before they know it both plates are empty and the sun is rising up over the horizon. “Ugh I needed this bro, we have both been so caught up with everyone else lately that I feel like we haven’t hung out just the two of us in ages. I miss my buddy” Sunny laments, getting up to clear their dishes before Mountain or Dew come out and complain about the mess they made in the kitchen.

“Well there is always time to change that Sunbeam, sounds like it's time for us to declare it a goof off day. Wanna come down to the lake with me?” Rain proposes, moving to help finish the clean up process. The excited giggle from Sunny as she runs off to go change is all the confirmation he gets but it's more than enough. Already he can feel some of the anxieties of the recent few weeks beginning to fade. Today is going to be exactly what they needed.

Once the clean up is done, Rain sets up a pot of coffee to wait for Dew and Mountain to wander out any minute now, and heads down to the lake to wait for Sunshine on the dock across the lake. Eventually the multi ghoulette appears, sitting down next to him and silently passing him a bottle of water while staring at the rising sun. “This is truly my favorite part of the day” she sighs happily, feet swinging where they hang over the side of the dock.

Rain lets her take her moment of appreciation before looking down at where their hands are joined and giving a sharp yank as he topples forward dragging them both into the water. “Darn slippery wood” he teases, laughing at the way the ghoulettes curls stick her face when she emerges and begins to tread water.

“Uh-huh, slippery wood indeed.” she teases back, rolling her eyes and moving to splash Rain in retaliation. “You picked this so I’m picking next.”

She grabs his hand again and the two shift to floating on their backs, soaking in the warmth of the early morning rays and admiring the contrast to the cool water. The beauty of the sunrise might always be Sunny's favorite part of the day, but this is Rains.

The next few hours speed by quickly enough in a grand storm of laughter and tomfoolery until it is clear that Sunny is starting to get tired of the lake and Rain collects up their sparse belongings awaiting word of the next location. It takes him all the way until the pair hit the trail leading out past the greenhouses to realize they are headed to the large orchard on the property, but really he should have guessed. When in doubt, the grand sprawl of trees is always a great guess of where to find the ghoulette.

Right as they are about to pass the last greenhouse, they see Cirrus and Mountain running out of the door to meet them on the path. Immediately Cirrus launches into explaining she was hoping for Sunnys help, but Mountain sets down the small shrub he was holding and just sighs.

“Hmmm that does sound important Cir’, unfortunately we already assigned ourselves the task of ‘have fun’ today so you’ll have to remind me all about that tomorrow” Sunny deadpans before grabbing Rain’s arm and dashing off the path in a direct line for the trees before either of the two serious looking ghouls can protest.

“I knew they were lost the second I heard them giggling. I needed Rain for something but I know that look on his face and we’ll just have to table all this for tomorrow and see those two at dinner.” Mountain concedes, picking up the shrub with one arm and heading back to open the door of the greenhouse for Cirrus.

There is something about Rain and Sunny's natural temperament that is so good for the other. She is so skilled at pulling Rain out of his own head and letting him cut loose, and he is skilled at letting her shine as bright as she wants and feel truly special. In the presence of the other, all of their worries get washed away.

If you asked Rain to recount any of their path to the center of the orchard he would not be able to describe a thing. In his mind, he didn’t need any details and instead just let Sunny lead him. Unbeknownst to him she was leaving a trail for Mountain to follow to bring them to dinner later, but from his perspective they were just blindly darting through rows of trees and hoping not to trip.

Laying down under the shade of a large tree, fruit scattered around them, the activity of the day starts to catch up as both of the ghouls start to doze. The spots of sun filtering through the leaves land around them, casting beautiful mosaics all around. The bright sun beats down, allowing them to dry off as small pockets of showers can be seen falling far off in the distance, threatening to spice up the pace of the day once again.

“It's nice Rainbow, it's like the weather knew we were hanging out today. Seems like it was meant to be” Sunny beams beside him, and he can’t help but pull the ghoulette into a hug. “Yeah, maybe it was,” he sighs contently.

By the time Mountain makes his way to bring them in for dinner, those showers have worked their way to the orchard, and he finds them spinning around enjoying the weather and cackling, the rain sprinkling down on their faces mixing with the tears of laughter.

The pack was certainly put out by them goofing off all day and makes that clear at dinner, but it's clear that they don’t actually mean it. Both Rain and Sunny have been so tightly wound recently and the relief of seeing the two take care of one another far outweighs whatever annoyance their absence caused. A day like today is exactly what they both needed, and luckily they had each other to help.

#nocturnal writings #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #sunshine ghoulette #rain ghoul

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namjoonscoffeeshop · 2 months

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Dear Namjoon | 05

✧ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,slow burn ✧ synopsis; You're sent to live with your father and older brother. only that your older brother is in a band called BTS. you meet jimin's friends and automatically get tangled with one of his band members. you're relationship has to be kept a secret but for how long can you keep it that way?

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once you woke up, you found that not just your lips were swollen due to how much namjoon sucked on them but your eyes were puffy due to you crying.

you go wash up, and come out with at towel wrapped around your body. you kept looking at the marks that decorated your skin in the mirror. and you felt dumb because deep inside you want him to touch you and kiss you. maybe friends with benefits is fine.

picking an outfit good enough to cover the marks , you then begin to pick up the clothes from the floor. only to find that he left his tie in your room. picking it up you get angry again and toss it into your closet inside your suitcase before shutting it

"asshole"

jimin and dad came home earlier, since jimin rushed him. not liking the idea of you being alone a whole night.

he walks into your room, you were laying in bed. "hey sis" he jumps on the bed hugging you

"hey mochi"

"did namjoon leave after dropping you off?" he lays his head on your lap, your fingers begin to brush his hair

"yeah, he said he had plans"

"nice, i owe him one for bringing you home" he closes his eyes and relaxes as you comb his hair

"i think he took it really serious when you said i was off limit"

"he better"

you chuckle at his words "why you bring it up?, don't tell me you like him" he asks

"no" you answer quickly

"i was just wondering why you said that" you bite your lip, hoping he'd tell you, he sighs

"he a fuck boy, he uses girls for his own pleasure and later on leaves them. i just don't want him to pull that shit on you. i saw how he looked at you"

"everyone was looking at me"

"nope, his eyes were undressing you"

"your so extra" you laugh

his arms wrap around your waist "let me sleep here, you don't know how much i've missed you" he pouts

"ok" he rolls over and gets under the blanket, you turn off the light, he hugs you.

"goodnight"

"night"

jimin fell asleep first that night, for the first time in a while i stayed up all night thinking about everything that happened today.

-----

when jimin woke up he looked at you for a while, at some point he hated his parents for separating the two of you. and thats why he tried so hard to keep a good relationship so he wouldn't become a stranger to you.

but right now it was time for revenge, for what you did to him. he snickered at how you always looked angry as you slept, and thought it would be funnier to just take a photo of you. grabbing his phone he opens the group chat with the other guys

BANGTAN CHAT - Jimin POV

y/n kicked me out of the bed yesterday

tae: that's the most random shit you have ever said

you don't understand it hurt like a bitch, but i can't do that to her. so i got other plans

hobi: and why are you telling us this

namjoon: cause he has no other friends

fuck you, and its cause of this

jimin sits up and takes a photo of you sleeping, sending it to the group chat

i might not be able to kick her off the bed but this is good enough for revenge. now i'ma wake this kid up so see y'all at school.

tae: did he just send us a photo of his sister sleeping

jungkook: she's gonna kill you, you know that right?

yoongi: someone show her the photo and if she kills him, no one help him. he deserves it

----

what jimin didn't know is that he just gave namjoon a photo of y/n. namjoon smiles at the photo

"shit maybe if it's her...it wouldn't be so bad" he saves the photo

i woke up to jimin sticking his finger into my ear and it was wet

"what the fuck, why is your finger wet" i clean my ear

"oh cuz i licked it" he laughs, jumping off the bed "get ready for school" he says with a smile ear to ear

once again you went with jimin to school, cause you were too tired to drive. today was weird because the guys just kept looking at you and jimin was acting cocky all morning

"do i look funny today or what" you were getting irritated at their stares, especially namjoon's

hoseok then walks up to you and jimin yells his name "hey you wouldn't" jimin points at him, and hoseok takes his phone out showing you the group chat. taehyung is holding back his laugh at the view of a very stressed out jimin. who is slowly getting off the desk.

you grab the phone and read the conversation until you scroll and see your photo. you look up at jimin with dagger eyes "you asshole!" you hand hoseok his phone back, as you walk to jimin, who's hiding behind taehyung

"you kicked me off the fucking bed" he yells

"bitch you stuck you nasty finger in my ear" taehyung is being pushed around. as you try to get a hold of jimin

your face was beet red at the thought they all saw the photo, but what made you blush even harder was that namjoon saw the photo. only making you wanna strangle your brother even more.

he pushes taehyung towards you as he runs for the door, you turn, trying to grab him but trip over your bag you had carelessly tossed on the floor.

namjoon quickly gets up and his arm wraps around your waist as he catches you. you tense up at his touch, but you stand straight and look at him. before you pick up your bag, sticking your middle finger at jimin. you leave the rooftop. leaving everyone but namjoon confused.

"shit, is she that mad?" jimin asks concerned

taehyung being his own curious self he was more into why there was a awkward tension between the two you.

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once it was lunch time, jimin said he had to go to a class for some help. and said to go make friends instead.

i was planning to just go to the rooftop before i got a message from namjoon. telling me to meet him in the same class from yesterday. hesitant at first. i decided i should go and hear what he has to say.

you walk the same hall as yesterday. making sure no one was looking at you as you enter the last classroom. you find namjoon sitting on the desk just like yesterday

"hey" he smiles

"what do you want?" he raises his brow at my tone.

"come here" he motions you to come closer to him. and you do, you stand in front of him. his hands reach for your waist pulling you towards him, as he leans on the desk. "i'm sorry alright"

you look away from him, with your arms crossed

"look i'm not really good at relationships. but if it's you it's worth giving a try" he gives your waist a little squeeze "what do you think?"

"i don't know you said i should listen to my brother more, and well my brother said your a fuck boy" you stare at him, trying to hurt him with your words like he hurt you but it didn't work

he just chuckles at your words "didn't i just say i'm not good at relationships, plus there were more reasons to why those relationships failed. but i don't gotta tell your brother everything" you just stared at him, angrily.

"come on babe don't be mad" he pouts

"don't call me babe" you frown

"why"

"because we aren't dating"

"but you like it when i call you babe or actually" he presses your body against his "or how you body reacts when i tell you your a good girl" he whispers by your ear making you tense up

putting your hands on his chest, you put distance between you both "you are saying everything except what you should be saying"

"oh yeah?, and what's that?" he tilts his head, making you more frustrated

"i'm just kidding, geez" he laughs

"wanna be my girlfriend"he presses his forehead against yours

"i don't know, let me think about it" you peck his lips, as you push him away. ready to walk away but he holds onto you tighter "i don't think so" he grabs your chin as he kisses your roughly

changing positions he sits you down on the desk, your arms wrapped around his neck. his hands propping himself up on the desk . enjoying the kiss, he smirks against your lips.

"you aren't gonna answer"

"hmm answer what"

he sighs "i gotta repeat myself?" you just stare at him in silence

"go out with me"

"alright" he smiles and leans in to kiss you but you pull on his hair making him groan

"make me cry again and i will tell my brother"

"did i make you cry" he pulls your hand away from his hair, giving it a kiss.

you don't respond at all

"sorry alright" he kisses you again and again. making you melt at his touch.

"you know it's gotta be a secret right" he presses his forehead against yours, "hmmm, does it?" he smirks

"yes! i'm serious namjoon"

"i like people knowing what's mine though"

"it's my brother, i don't think you need to be territorial with him"

"he said you were off limits, i promise i won't ever say it. i just hope you don't make us get caught" his dumb brushes against your bottom lip.

" we can meet here every time. no one uses this room" he smiles

"how do you know? fucked one of your other bitches here?" you bite his finger, making him grin

"don't be a jealous girlfriend, you gotta trust me. and you're not one of my bitches, so no i wouldn't take you to does places" "Plus I wouldn't be fucking you, I'lol be making love to you "

"it's just you from now on"

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after making out for a while longer, he says you guys should go already. and you followed him to the court yard where he read his book. and you scrolled through your phone

" i heard you guys will be getting fan mail"

"yeah, they said something about that" his eyes don't leave his book

"y/n, thats where you were" jimin enters the court yard

"i thought i told you to make friends, not to go hang out with namjoon"

"ouch, for your information i found your lonely sister sitting here alone. no need to thank me for giving her company" he shrugs, giving you a wink without jimin noticing

"you're a lost cause y/n" he sighs, sitting next to you. "namjoon you ready for later?" jimin says excited

"yeah sure why not" he response was rather dry, he didn't look interested

"don't mind him, when he's reading he doesn't pay attention to anyone" jimin sighs

"you wanna come along?" he looks at you

"yeah, i'll go" jimin nods.

you guys stay there until the bell rang.

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after getting to the club, you realize a bunch of kids from school were also there. jimin explained that were was some sort of concert. they left you alone once more as they went to go get ready for this performance.

jin sits next you, giving you a glass of orange juice. "how did you like our performance the other day" he asks

"i think your guys are awesome, what jimin would tell me over the phone doesn't give justice to how hard you guys work" you take a sip of the juice.

"thanks" he smiles, satisfied with your answer

your phone rings, and you take it out to find a message of namjoon, telling you to go through red doors near the bathroom.

"uh ima go to the bathroom" you put the cup on the table, jin smiles at you as you walk away. going through the crowd

you walk pass the bathroom, seeing a lot of red doors everywhere. taking out your phone your about to call namjoon, but someone grabs your arm and pulls you into one of the room making your scream.

they cover your mouth with their hand and you hit their chest

"it's me, calm down"

"namjoon!" you whack him again "what are you doing" he laughs

"i wasn't sure if anyone was out there, sorry" he gives you a hug

"i wanted to see you before we went up, jimin said he's taking you home after"

"oh.." you look around, seeing a lot of instruments everywhere, your eyes stopping at the violin

"you play?" he walks up to the violin, handing it to you

"a long time ago, i don't think i can even play a child song at this point" you chuckle

"who knows"

"lets hang out tomorrow?"

"when??" you place the violin where namjoon had picked it up from

"after school, the guys are all planning to hang out, jimin will be there. i'll tell them i got some plans, you just tell jimin that he should spend some time without you" his eyes crinkled as he laughed

"ok, but i think my dad is gonna be home tomorrow so.."

"don't worry you can come to my place" nodding, you guys hear the announcements, and you hear an angry jimin calling out namjoon to get his ass to the stage

namjoon quickly puts his hand behind your neck, as he leans in for a kiss "i need to recharge" he mumbles, he takes your bottom lip into his mouth and sucks lightly.

"fuck, i gotta go but. tomorrow alright!" he points at you as he walks out the door

waiting for a bit, you hear the music start. taking it as your cue you walk out and head to where the stage is.

you see multiple people in suits, they have clipboards and are looking up to them, two guys catch your attention. their heads bopped to the music. looking at the clip board you catch a glimpse to the name 'Bighit Entertainment'

-----

once they got off stage, many people went up to them with business cards. namjoons steps up and takes all of them as the other guys head to the back. jimin signals you to head to the back as well. you walk slowly as you also keep your attention at namjoon who was talking to all the men in suits

"y/n hurry" jimin calls out to you

"he's getting a lot of cards" you tell jimin

"i know, isn't it exciting" jimin smiles making his eyes disappears as he smiles, you nod. happy to see him so bright

"let me change and we can head home"

namjoon was good at not glancing at you or talking to you that it made you sort of uncomfortable. cause all you wanted to do was look and talk to him. instead you talk to jungkook seeing how his eyes twinkled as he told you about the song they were singing.

"your very passionate huh" my mouth curved into a smile, his happiness being contagious.

he nods "i just wanna be good enough, so i can go with them" and he looks up to the guys, your eyes follow where he was looking. "i think your great?"

"yeah but what if i'm not good enough"

"thats bullshit on a stick, if they don't want you then you go to another one. anyways they won't leave you behind" your brows knitted

"yeah, your right. that's why i'm afraid to be the one to hold them back" his eyes gleamed with sadness and you did the one thing you could think of

i karate chopped the back of his neck

"y/n what the fuck? that hurt" he gets up, massaging his neck.

"thats for thinking the way you are, you can't be negative about things." everyone was looking at you guys since jungkook raised his voice

"fuck but did you have to hit me" jungkook whines, only to get pinched by jimin "don't talk to my little sister like that"

"she's not wrong, if they want one of us they gotta take all of us"

-----

the next day you drove to school, instead of going with jimin. since you were gonna head to namjoon's place after school.

and just as planned you made sure to tell your dad you were gonna hang out with some friends, yes you hadn't made new friends. but you knew some people from before you moved.

and just like namjoon said, jimin asked if you wanted to go with him. but you told him to hang out with his friends without you. ever since you came to live here he takes you everywhere with him.

you told him you were gonna hang out with old friends and he didn't suspect you at all. namjoon texted you his address, and you head over to his place.

ringing the door bell, a smiling face greets you as he opens the door

"your here" he reaches his hand out, you grab it and he pulls you inside. your back is leaning against him as he takes off your jacket. only to hang it up.

"what did jimin say"

"nothing, he was fine with it" he nods, walking into the living room. he sits down.

he was wearing his glasses again, and you loved how he looked with them "do you use your glasses to just read?" you ask as you see the book on the table

"yeah"

you sit down next to him, a little distance between the both of you

"are you hungry? we can order something" he asks, taking out his phone. right now you weren't thinking about food, for the first time ever you were feeling horny over namjoon. you wanted him to touch you.

you glance at his lips "uh sure, what do you wanna get"

scrolling through his phone he isn't aware of your stares

"namjoon"

"yeah?" he answers without looking at you

I felt flustered at the thought that he suddenly didn't wanna have sex. i thought he invited me over for that reason.

you felt like he was trying to respect you but right now you didn't want him to respect you. gathering your courage, you grab his phone. putting it down. he looks up at you, as you get up and straddle him, placing his hands on your waist

"do you really wanna order food right now" he's shocked at your sudden acts but doesn't let it phase him

"well, i don't know...do you have something else in mind"

"i want you to touch me.."

"yeah?" he smirks

pushing him to lean back agains the couch you leave kisses on his neck, he doesn't react to your touch making you irritated. you begin to suck on his skin just like he did to you. his hands already groping your ass, as he rolls your hips against him.you feel at how he right away started hardening.

"you sure you want this"

"yes" you were greedy for his touch already. he presses your ass against his hardened length, making you bury your face at the crook of his neck. trying to hide your beet red face.

as he kissed you he kept tilting his face to try and kiss you but his glasses were getting in the way. frustrated he pulls away, taking off his glasses. tossing them tot he other side of the sofa. "they were getting in the way" you giggle

your body started moving on it's own at this point, this man makes you loose all your common sense.

"good girl, keep grinding on me" his voice sounds raspy, you fasten your pace, and he finally had enough.

he picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder as he walks upstairs to his room. locking the door behind him.

laying you on the bed, he pulls his shirt over his head, you feel a lump in your throat as you feel the butterflies in your stomach again.

it's gonna happen for real this time.

he wastes no time to undress you, he stares at your body. especially all the marks he left on your body "it was dark yesterday in your room i didn't get a good look at you, but now i can see you properly"

"don't say that" you cover your face

"why not?" he kisses your stomach, as you squeeze your thighs together

"cause it's embarrassing" smirking at your words, he grabs your thighs. spreading them "i didn't mark here" he begins to kiss you inner thighs, sucking on the skin.

"wa-wait not there" you whimper as he nibbles on your skin.

my mind is empty, i can't think straight.

you feel him blow at your heat, making you moan "na-namjoon not there" his grip on your thighs tighten, not letting you close your legs

your core is aching for him. he's making you feel a way you've never felt before. "your dripping" his fingers rubbing against your clit

"your sure you want this? once i start, i won't be able to stop myself" uncovering your face you see his fingers in his mouth again, as he licks his fingers off.

you nod

"use your words"

"yes namjoon, just fuck me already please" you stare at him as he undresses completely, reaching into his drawer to get a string of condoms out. he rips one open, pumping himself a few times before putting the condom on

"alright, i'll be gentle" he positions himself between your legs, your feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit smearing the wetness at your entrance

"look at me" he says with his raspy voice. his hand is on your waist holding you in place, you feel the tip of his cock enter you and you whimper at the sudden stretch

"hold on babe, it'll feel better soon" he grunts, laying his head on your shoulder. trying to control himself from fucking you senseless. the rest of him sinks into you slowly, making you moan as your walls stretch around him. "fuck your so fucking tight" he groans, brows pinched together. his mouth agape. your pull him into a kiss, and he moans.

a completely new feeling appears inside your stomach, your walls clench around this thick length. you feel a sense of pleasure and the knot releases making you moan

"fuck" namjoon looks at you "did you just cum from me just entering you" his forehead has drops of sweat

"cum?" you whimper, your mind completely gone

"fuck you're so innocent" sitting up he grabs your hips lifting them up, he grabs a pillow placing it underneath your hips

"i can't control myself no more" you look at his abs, your eyes look down and you see him inside you. making you wonder how he even fit. your walls clench around him even more as you think about it.

"fuck do you want my cock that badly" he pulls out enough to just leave his tip inside you, just to thrust into you, your whole body shivering with pleasure

he increases his pace and your a mess under neath him. unconsciously you spread your legs even more. making him smirk

"its sexy that you're spreading your legs for me, do you want it deeper" he grunts, as he thrusts into you once more "don't worry i'll hit all your good spots"

you thug your nails in his back, as he fastens his pace. "y/n you feel so fucking good" the pleasure was immense, every time he touched you his body screamed with pleasure, everything about you made him delirious. like every other time he had sex was meant to be with you.

you feel the feeling in your stomach again "namjoon i-"

"cum for me babe" his lips meet yours as he kisses you eagerly, after a few more thrust you cum for a second time, i cry out as he continues to pounce into me, reaching his own orgasm. his thrust get sloppy, he growls at the last few thrust before he releases into the condom. letting out little breaths as he tries to calm down

he brings his lips to yours kissing you roughly, his hand makes his way to your clit, entering two of his digits into you. you whine at the overstimulation

"wait namjoon" you whimper

"what" he growls

"i can't anymore" you grip his shoulders. he takes his fingers out of you, sitting up. you see his cock hardened again.

he takes off the used condom, tying it up he tosses it to he bin next to the bed

"babe i didn't take out just one" he picks up the string of condoms, a smug look appears on his face

"i'm tired"

"please" he kisses your inner thighs

"one more time" you stare at his dick, seeing how it twitches and it makes you feel good that you could make him hard so quickly

"fine one more time"

"get on all fours"

"what?"

"just be a good girl and listen" he slaps your thigh, you get up. getting on all fours as he lifts your ass up more.

"fuck your so fucking beautiful" you blush at his compliments

opening another condom he puts it on, wasting no time he thrusts into you. his grip on your waist tightens as he thrusts into you again.

"where the fuck have you been all my life" his heart tightens every time he rolls his hips into you

you whimper at his words, your hands griping onto the bed sheets

"namjoon" you moan his name

"yes" he grunts

"harder" you say weakly

"what ever you want" and he does exactly as you asked pulling out, he thrust harder into you making you gasp for air.

"fuck this feels so good" you manage to say, eyes shut close as the pleasure rushes through your entire body

namjoon focuses at how he disappears inside you, he bites his bottom lip. fastening his pace

"wa-wait i feel like i'm gonna pee" you whine

"just do it" namjoon groans

"wh-what"

"don't worry baby just squirt" not being able to argue with him, you feel yourself cumming again

not long after namjoon shoots into the condom again, he pulls out and you fall flat on the bed once he lets your waist go

"fuck..i can't get enough of you" he kisses your back, sucking on the skin

"namjoon i can't no more" you whine

"once more please" he continues to suck on your skin

you look at the string of condoms seeing there are three more left

"i really can't move"

"don't worry you won't have to get up"

"fine"

changing his condom once more he lays behind you, spooning you "alright" he lifts your thigh giving him space so he can slip inside of you, hands cupping your breast. as his other hand rubs your clit

"n-namjoon" you moan, he continues to thrust into you, bitting onto your shoulder making you whimper. "fuck i wanna know how it feels to fuck you raw" he moans

and the idea of him inside of you without any barrier made your walls clench around him

"shit, does that idea excite you" you couldn't last long this time, cumming shortly after. he followed you too

"y/n.." he groans

"no namjoon, i won't be able to walk" you lay on your back, hand on your stomach, as you still feel as if he was inside you. looking at namjoon he's covering his face with his forearm. you look down and see his dick, hard and up against his stomach

"what the hell are you" you laugh

your phone rings, making you reach for your skirt that was on the floor, you see it's jimin's number

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alto-tenure · 11 months

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The Wyvern's Bride - Part 1.5

When Adalyn gets sacrificed to the local wyvern, she’s a little annoyed and a lot terrified. Upon meeting the wyvern, she discovers that he’s not particularly interested in eating people, and mostly wants to be left alone. In a plot to save himself from the responsibilities his family keep pushing on him, Slate names Adalyn as his human Envoy, and tasks her with finding him a wife.

Cis female human x cis male wyvern. 2600 words. SFW

Thank you so much for your encouragement everyone. This one was an absolute slog but it turned out quite well :) Content warnings: polite discussion of wyvern oestrus and rutting, the difference between human and wyvern marriage consummation, one curse word, and some mentions of food and (non alcoholic) drink. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Adalyn spends the morning as an anxious mess. She’d had the forethought to spend the last day and a half cleaning; sweeping every corner, dispelling every cobweb, polishing every surface. It means that on the morning of the bridal interviews, there’s very little for her to do. She occupies herself with baking, until she’s made enough food for double her number of guests. By the time she’s run out of busywork, it’s barely midmorning, and she’s not expecting anyone to arrive for hours.

She dawdles upstairs, banishing the flour from her skin, bathing, tying and untying her hair for the better part of an hour. She’d chosen her dress the previous night – something uniformly grey, and proper looking. She worries that it might look a bit stern, but the cut is flattering, and most of her other clothes seem too underwhelming for her title as envoy.

She styles her hair into a plaited bun after some deliberation. Many of the young women in the valley wore their hair loose or in braids, whilst married women and mothers tended to wear their hair in plain updos. Adalyn is peering anxiously at her reflection, worrying over her appearance, when there’s a knock from downstairs.

It’s not quite noon, but Adalyn is relieved to be pulled from her thoughts. Hosting an early guest would be better than pacing alone with her nerves.

She opens the door and narrows her eyes at the source of her consternation. “You’re early.”

Slate is in his human form; hair smoothed back and forgoing a jacket. His sleeves are rolled up and the top of his shirt isn’t laced fully, revealing his collar bones. Adalyn forces her eyes to his face, composing herself with careful neutrality.

She doesn’t notice the same look that Slate gives her as he takes in her details; the way her boots hug her calves, the fit of her dress – striking in its simplicity – the curve of her neck, on display with her hair pulled up. He swallows and gives her a polite smile. “You’re looking very professional today.”

“It’s supposed to be a professional day. Please, come inside.”

He’s surprised by the pleasantness of her home. The anteroom opens into a living room on one side, and the bakery on the other, with a small hallway and stair case leading to Adalyn’s personal quarters.

The bakery looks less like a place of business, and more like an extended kitchen with some display shelves pressed close to the streetside window.

The living area is occupied with a large dining table, the fire place, and a cluster of plump chairs that ring the mantle. The furniture is well made but there are no detailed furnishings or decorations, other than some placemats at the table.

“Can I get you some tea?”

“Sure.”

Adalyn puts on a practiced smile and gestures to the living area. “Please make yourself at home.”

She hides her frown when Slate follows her into the kitchen, leaning against the counter to watch her work. She puts the kettle on the stove and plates the milk and honey, also pulling out one of the trays of biscuits she’d made. She tries to ignore the wyvern, but finds herself twiddling her fingers in front of the stove – at a loss of what else to do.

“How do you like Clearwater Valley?”

She’s surprised to hear him ask. She takes a few moments to consider. “It’s... quaint. There’re some fine people here. And some fine products. I can’t say I enjoy being so cut off from the rest of the world, though. There’re a lot of foods I haven’t had since I was a child that I sorely miss. And the gossip mill can be quite vicious.”

He gives her a wry smile. “Speaking from experience?”

She shrugs. “I keep to myself, and even that is something to talk about. I might have been unfriendly as a child, but it’s been fifteen years, and I’ve not managed to change that reputation.”

“Would you go back to the city if you could?”

She hadn’t considered it. She wonders as she pours him his drink. “I don’t know. Moving would be hard, and it’d require a lot of money. It might not be worth it. I’ve nobody to go back to. I doubt anyone even remembers me.”

Slate accepts his cup and sips tentatively. He must deem the brew good enough, because he takes another, supplementing with a biscuit. “That seems sad. Isn’t there anywhere you’d like to go in the world?”

“I mean sure, there’s plenty of places I’d like to go. The inland sea. Back to the red sands. Maybe even the capital, if only to get my hands on some sugar. Relocating’s just not feasible. And I don’t think the nomadic lifestyle is for me.”

He frowns. “Then I hope you find some joy in the valley. Maybe you can show me around sometime. I should get to know the area.”

She deliberates for a moment. “We’ve some time before anyone arrives. I’ll be right back.”

Slate examines his surroundings while she’s gone. The pavers beneath his feet have been brushed incessantly, and there’s barely a speck of dust in the air. Either Adalyn is incredibly fastidious with her upkeep, or had spent the previous days cleaning the house from top to bottom. He feels a pang of guilt at causing her efforts.

She returns with a large roll of parchment, and spreads it out on the counter. He’s surprised to see a map of Clearwater Valley, especially one made with so much detail. Skilled cartographers usually rendered places like the valley as small dots in larger areas, and any settlements worth mapping out were usually city sized.

The pair discuss the different features in the valley until the sun is high in the sky. Adalyn points out each main hub, and chats about who supplies the best produce. She smiles when she talks about Ivar’s winterberry wine, two settlements over, and Slate watches her fingers walk across the map as she highlights the various orchids, farms, and apiaries in the valley.

Slate isn’t usually enthralled by local history or supply, but enjoys watching Adalyn talk, at ease with the map before her. He’s relaxed enough that he doesn’t hear the guests at the door until they knock.

Adalyn jolts. “Right. I guess it's time to get started.”

She slips into service mode, ushering everyone to the living area and serving the food. The part of her brain practiced in hosting, that part unused since both her parents were alive, with their active social lives, ticks into use. It’s a relief to have a task in front of her.

When everyone is settled Adalyn goes through introductions, refamiliarising herself with the women’s names, and then gesturing to the wyvern.

“Ladies, this is...”

“Grey,” Slate provides.

“This is Grey. He speaks for the wyvern, though he’s not worked in the valley before.”

Slate takes her story in stride, offering a polite smile to the group. “I spoke for the wyvern before he moved from the peninsula. He often struggles to deal with humans, and typically appoints a local to speak on his behalf. I’ve been helping Adalyn with the transition.”

There’s a handful of nods and ‘how’d you do’s before Adalyn jumps into the thick of things, producing a copy of the letter she’d drafted to the valley.

“Lindel, would you mind reading the first line?”

The blonde woman peers at the paper Adalyn pushes to her. She swallows, and begins. “The w-yah-vern... wyvern has ex-pressed no need for blood-shed, nor our live-stock,” she sounds, doing better than Adalyn had expected.

Slate gravitates to the table as the women take turns reading, brows raised as he looks over their shoulders. This is the first he’s heard of Adalyn’s statement.

When the women have finished the letter, Adalyn rereads it, explaining the uncommon words, and asks if the women have any questions.

“Present of their own desire?” somebody asks.

“You’ll recall the first things I asked when you each arrived?”

There’re a few shaken heads.

“How old are you?” Supplies a woman, Grace.

“Yes. And the other question?”

“You asked if somebody had pushed me into coming here.”

Adalyn nods. “I’ll not have anybody married because their family said so, or if they don’t want to. You may yet decide to leave after everyone asks their questions and learns more. The wyvern made it clear that he didn’t want to marry a woman without her consent.”

A strange silence follows as the women digest the information. Arranged marriages might not be that common among the working class, but the women were still used to having a certain degree of agency taken from them. Many were expected to marry. Expected to move out, and to have children. Adalyn doesn’t blame them for their disconcertion.

“Forgive me for jumping straight to it, but I’m concerned about how we will be expected to consummate the marriage. Literally, how?” one woman asks.

“Grey?” Adalyn directs the question to Slate, who’d returned to his spot by the fire.

“I’m sure you’re aware that wyverns are magical creatures. One inherent ability they possess is to polymorph. To change their shape. I’ve seen them take mortal forms and walk undetected through human settlements. If size is your concern, it shouldn’t be.”

Adalyn nods her assent, and many of the women appear relieved. She feels it’s time to address the other issue.

“If there were any concern to be had, it’d be regarding one of the wyvern wedding traditions.” Adalyn hesitates, before deciding to tell it straight. “While humans are expected to be intimate with our husbands after the wedding, wyverns consummate before the ceremony. Stranger yet, you won’t be expected to lie with the groom, but his guests.”

The shock goes through the room quite viscerally. Nobody is composed, and the space is filled with gasps and dissent.

It takes a few moments before Adalyn can sort through their questions. She chooses her words carefully. “The way it’s been put to me? When a wyvern marries a human, the rest of his clan will want to check that the woman is suitable. There’re a few trials in place to do this. The consummation is one of them.”

When the women continue to take issue, Slate, thankfully, steps in. “Wyverns have oestrus cycles. And when male wyverns go into rut it can be pretty intense, lasting hours or even days. Now, the groom in question doesn’t expect to be intimate with any of you, not even after the wedding. But in order to marry him you will have to pass three of his family mandated trials. As Adalyn said, the last trial is what you would consider the consummation of the marriage, though it differs from human tradition, in that you’ll be expected to be intimate with extended members of the wyvern’s family. It’s their way of testing a bride’s endurance.”

There’s a long silence. Adalyn takes in some horrified stares. Many of the women refuse to meet anybody’s eyes.

Grace, whom Adalyn is beginning to recognise as quite shrewd, is one of the few who don’t look away from Slate. “If the bride isn’t expected to have sex, why would her endurance be tested? Humans don’t experience oestrus.”

Slate shrugs. “It’s an old tradition. Besides, wyvern rut isn’t just triggered by female oestrus. It can be triggered by any receptibility. If you were to become close with the wyvern during your marriage, it might just become an issue.”

Grace nods, and Adalyn files the information away, before steering the conversation onwards. “Do we have any other questions?”

There aren’t any, and so Adalyn starts the personal interviews without further ado. She and Slate sit in the kitchen and speak with each woman individually. There are a handful of polite and respectful declinations from the women, until there are five remaining.

“What drew you to the idea of marrying the wyvern?” Adalyn asks.

Lindel replies, “My family suggested it. I know you said I should be here of my own desire, and I am. Mostly. I’m still deciding what to think of it all.”

Most of the women have similar answers. That it had been suggested to them or that they were hoping to move out of their family homes. Adalyn is surprised with Grace’s opportunistic reply.

“My father doesn’t want me to take over his business. He’s planning to give it to my brother, who is half my age, and hasn’t worked a day in his life. They plan to marry me off, but I don’t like any of the suitors they’ve chosen. They’ll all expect me to sire their children and become housebound. If I had a wealthy husband to support me, one who promises ‘care and prosperity’ then I could run my own business under his roof instead.”

Slate considers their answers thoughtfully, and Adalyn notices how seriously he takes each woman, taking the time to ask each applicant some questions of his own.

When Adalyn has dismissed the women she brews another pot of tea, and the pair slouch in the kitchen again, finishing the sweets and biscuits.

Slate is pleased to see Adalyn relaxing. Tired from the interviews, she no longer seems quite so keyed up in his presence. “Who would you suggest, if I weren’t here?”

She considers. “There’re all more competent than I’d expect with their numbers, but Grace and Lindel are the only two likely to survive your Matron’s literacy test. I’ll keep tutoring them until you take your final pick. Lindel was sweet. Grace was sharp. You might like both.”

Slate deliberates. “I’m inclined to agree. I have a feeling you might get another resignation or two. Nobody seems keen on the trials. Whatever you choose, send Evelyn home. There’s something wrong with her lungs, and the last trial would probably exacerbate it.”

Adalyn frowns. “I’ll have a word with her if you think she passes the interview. But that should be something she decides for herself.”

He shrugs. “I’ll put it plainly. Marathon sex isn’t for the faint of heart, Adalyn. Even if it’s only once.”

She raises her hands. “I wasn’t going to recommend her anyway.”

There’s a silence, slightly uncomfortable. Adalyn takes a long sip of her drink as she formulates her next sentence.

“How many women do you want to attempt the trials?”

Slate considers. “My family will be arriving soon. They’ll probably laugh if I tell them I’m getting married, and I haven’t settled on a bride, though.” He tilts his head, and thinks further. “But I’d rather they laugh at me for having multiple brides-to-be, than deal with them if I’d chosen a single bride and she failed the trials.”

Adalyn waits as he finishes his drink.

“Fuck them. Let’s try for five women.”

She bites back a grin. “It sounds like you hate them.”

He leans back and sighs. “They’re not all bad. My grandmother is stern, but fair. Uncle Payne is pretty admirable. And you’d like my cousin Rinnley.”

Adalyn presses him for detail, and is surprised when he relents. They spend the evening talking about their families and trading stories, until the sun starts to set and Slate bids his goodbye.

They plan to meet again in a week for the next batch of interviews, and Adalyn finds that she is really looking forward to it.

#The Wyvern's Bride #my writing #exophilia #tetaro #wyverns #dragons #monster romance

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