#Sky apologizes so many times even I want to tell him to stop
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Fierce Revelations Pt 3 (Linked Universe story)
@silvercaptain24 @ajscico @sky-squido GUESS WHO FINISHED PART 3 :D
Summary: When a battle spirals out of control, Warriors finds a familiar mask in Time’s arsenal and decides that desperate times call for desperate measures. Time then has to confront what it’s like to be on the other end of the mask, and the repercussions that come with it.
Part 1 Part 2
All fingers. Lift two on the right hand. Lift one on the left hand. Lift the pinkie on the right. Repeat.
He could do this. He could do this.
All fingers. Lift two on the… wait, which two was it again? Middle and fourth. That’s right.
All fingers. Lift two on the right hand. Lift one on the left hand. Lift the pinkie on the right. Repeat.
"Good. You’ve got the first part.”
Link smiled. Yes! He just needed to have Navi write it all down so she could remind him when he needed to play it later.
“Now,” Sheik continued. “It’s time to learn the rest of the serenade.”
Time took a deep, relaxed breath before humming again. The Serenade of Water was one of his favorites that he’d learned on that journey many years ago. It was one of the few that relaxed him without bringing memories and feelings that made his heart clench or made his mind get lost in the past. It was just… calming. He’d hummed it or played it to himself many times over the years.
Sky shifted in his arms, sighing into his tunic.
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#this chapter got so freaking long lol#so many pov shifts#but I was trying to resolve all of it so hopefully it doesn't seem rushed or thrown together#Fierce Dadity is not quite as prominent since this is more of a resolution of tension between Time and Sky#but he's there#Legend is a drama queen as usual#Warriors is trying to help#Sky apologizes so many times even I want to tell him to stop#fierce dadity#Time being a dad#Warriors kind of dips his toes in the water but goes with a big bro vibe instead#dad feels everywhere#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu time#lu sky#lu warriors#fierce deity#fierce revelations#writing
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their spot ♥︎
sukuna x princess! reader
ー in which you and sukuna meet when he unintentionally saves you and you continue to meet him everyday in the same spot.
fem! reader, heian era, grumpy x sunshine, reader is innocent and playful, fluff + short smut
"Your Highness! Please don't go too far!" you hear your personal maid shout from the distance as you continue to run, laughing and waving her goodbye.
Any other princess wouldn't be allowed to go into the wilderness on her own, but as for Y/N, her family could not care less if she went missing the next morning.
You have already wandered through so many paths, yet there was still more to explore. You take a new route and stumble on an open area, seeing a hill in the distance and couldn't help but gawk at the beautiful area.
You cheerfully run towards the hill, taking a few breaths once you reached the top. From this height, you could see the beautiful view of the ocean, together with the breathtaking sunset. "Oh my..."
The sun continued to set as you watched from underneath the tree, sitting in a comfortable position. The comforting sounds of nature soon make you drift of to sleep.
A growl from the distance awakes you from your slumber. You jolt awake to see that the moon was already up in the sky. "Gosh, how many hours have passed?"
The sound of your voice summons another growl and you start to get nervous. You turn around and look down at the hill and see a big wolf that was twice your size, bright red eyes trying to scare you. However, you were too distracted at the sight of the furry animal.
"Oh my, It's a wolfy! Come boy, come!" you wave your hand, beckoning the wolf to come closer. It hesitates but slowly starts to approach you. "Here boy... I'm nice, I swear!"
The wolf is now in front of you sniffing your leg, you bring your hand to his neck and started scratching. "Aren't you a cutie~ I'm gonna name you-"
Your words were cut off as you watch the wolf get sliced in half, the blood splattering on your kimono.
"Tch."
A voice was heard from behind the wolf, you see a handsome man with four arms and eyes, marks which seemed like tattoos all over his body.
"Hey~ Why did you kill the wolfy?" you whined.
"Shut up, Human. What are you doing here?"
". . ."
He furrows his brows and growls, "Answer."
"But you said shut up." you smile playfully, clearly teasing him.
"You... Do you know who you're talking to?" He slowly approaches you.
He was trying to intimidate you with this slow steps but was shocked to see you stand up and walk over to him instead.
"Well, No! You haven't introduced yourself yet. I'm Y/N. What's your name?" you reach out your hand as you introduce yourself.
". . ."
". . ."
You watch as his four eyes stare at you, trying to figure you out. You smile up at him and put your hand down.
"Well you don't have to tell me if you don't want to! I still would like to know why you killed the cute wolf though..." you pout as you look over at the furry body in pieces.
"You foolish woman. That wolf was going to make you its dinner." he glares at you, "And this area here is mine. I slaughter everything and everyone that trespasses."
He raises one of his hands to kill you in one swoop, but stops as you perk up and grab one of his hands in joy.
"Oh, so you saved me?! Thank you, kind stranger." you give his hand a small squeeze to show your appreciation.
He stares at both of your hands together for a few seconds before he smacks your hand away, "Tch, How dare you touch me."
You pout as you rub your wrist, "Oh, my apologies . It was bad manners of me to grab you without asking. I'll do that next time!"
"Hah, next time?" He chuckled pure evil, "There will be no next time. Don't think you're coming out of here alive, human."
"That can't be, I have to repay you! You saved me, after all... Even though I don't have much influence, I'm still a princess!"
"Princess? Stop lying woman. The only child I know of royalty here is a prince."
"Yeah~ That's my brother!" you smile, unbothered that people weren't aware that there was a princess in the first place. "And I have a name, you know."
A few seconds of silence pass, him just staring at you. He scoffs and turns to walk away. "Leave."
You were about to retort back but realized how far in the night it is so you stand up and call out to him, "Hey~ I'll be back here tomorrow okay?"
You laugh as you see him turn his head to scowl at you.
The next day soon arrives and you're back at the same spot on the beautiful hill. You sit down under a tree and bask in the view.
The silence was interrupted by a familiar voice. "You have a death wish, huh?"
"Hey there! Come, sit!" you giggle and pat the spot next to him.
"Tch, this is where I usually sit, woman." He scoffs as he sits down, not showing he was curious at the human interacting with him.
"So... I heard a few guards talking about a certain king of the curses...." you side-eye him, smiling playfully. "Hehe, what even is your name?"
"Ryomen Sukuna. Remember the name of the one who's gonna kill you." He smirks.
"Then why haven't you killed me yet?" you tilt your head.
"I'll have my fun with you for now. You're quite the peculiar human."
"Oh, tell me in advance when you're gonna kill me then, Sukuna!"
"You..." he glares, "Do you not value your life?"
"Meh, not really... No one would miss me anyway." I frown, but a smile quickly replaces it, "So I've decided to just live to the fullest. If I die today, at least I had fun yesterday~"
Sukuna stays silent as he watches you cheerfully talk about death with his brows furrowed. You hum a tune while enjoying the comfortable silence for a few minutes and then turn to look at him.
Your lips part when you continue to stare at him, his features complimenting his handsome face. Sukuna, for some reason, found it hard not to look back at your stare. After a while, he turned his head to look back into your eyes.
You flinch as his eyes look into yours. Your cheeks tint at his intimidating state and you give him a shy smile.
"So... um... what's... your favorite color...?"
Silence fills the air at the random question, and your cheeks tint even more. You let out a small laugh at your own embarrassment.
Sukuna takes a peek at the warm flush of your cheeks and lets out a huff, "Red."
You whip your head to him and flash a bright smile, "That really suits you! Mine is white hehe~"
". . ."
"So... what do you like to ea-"
"Shut up."
You zip your lips shut and sit more comfortably next to him. The silence was so oddly comforting that you drifted off to sleep. Your head slowly leaning to to direction Sukuna was sitting.
His shoulder was too high for your small figure, so your head rested on the side of his arm. Sukuna looked down, careful not to move his arm. "Tch, unbelievable."
Although he looked annoyed, he didn't move his arm for the rest of his time there.
You wake up and your eyes slowly open. The sun in the horizon has just set and the moon is starting to peak into the sky. Your head lifts up from an... arm?
"Wha..." you let out a yawn.
You hear a scoff, "Why did you sleep for so long?"
"S-Sukuna?!"
You put the pieces together and realize that Sukuna let you sleep on his arm until you woke up. The thought of that making your cheeks warm.
"Sukuna... that's so sweet of you!" you show a downturned smile to express how grateful you were.
He scowls at you and in a blink, he disappears.
"He didn't even let me say bye..."
You arrive at the same spot under the tree on the hill. Surprisingly, you see Sukuna already there.
"You're here!~"
He opens two eyes to see your figure running towards him. He sighs and shuts his eyes again, slowly getting used to his human's presence.
You stop right in front of him, admiring his face once more, being less embarrassed now that his eyes were shut. Soon, you give into your temptation.
"Sukuna..."
He opens an eye.
"Can I touch you now? I asked first this time!" you clasp your hands and interwine your fingers to say please.
He scoffs and shuts the eye. You frown letting out a small 'Hmp' of sulk.
"I didn't say no."
You gasp in excitement and reach out your hands to his face. Your fingertips gently touch his face. You didn't notice the subtle flinch Sukuna did.
Your fingers trace the marks on his face. He exhales from his nose, the air hitting your skin making you feel warm inside. You slowly lift your thumbs to caress the area next to his bottom eyes, the rest of your fingers at the back of his ear. You couldn't help but hum a small 'woah~' in admiration.
"Your eyes are beautiful." Flustered at your own words, your cheeks tint in embarrassment.
His eyes open, both of you staring into each other. He glares at you and whips his head to the side, your hands still on his face. "How absurd."
"It's true..." You let out a chuckle and kneel down next to him. This time, you trace the marks on his arms.
What you didn't notice earlier was how Sukuna's cheeks warmed up at your compliment, with the same grumpy face. He shook his head and sighed, focusing on the feeling of your skin on his.
The rest of the day you just held onto his hand tracing lines and giving light massages while bringing up small conversation topics. He gave small answers, but you were overjoyed at your interactions.
Two weeks have gone by since then. As the days continued, Sukuna began to warm up more to you, talking to you in longer sentences and not telling you to shut up anymore. You were currently on your way to meet him again. Meanwhile, Sukuna was starting to realize his feelings for you.
"Princess Y/N, Please! Finish your food before you go!" The maid sighs as she watches you run away. She looks over at the unfinished plate, wondering what in the wilderness is so interesting to her highness.
As she takes a closer look in the plate, she gasps. "Oh my heavens! T-This is... The Princess is allergic to this!"
Without a care in the world, you skip towards Sukuna's spot, excited to meet your king of the curses.
"I'm here!"
Insted of sitting in his usual spot, he was standing near the cliff, looking at the horizon.
"Sukuna! you admiring the view?"
He doesn't reply and you look at his back, confused. The dark clouds in the sky let out a thunder.
"How dare you."
"W-What?"
He turns around and scowls, "How dare you make me feel- Ugh."
"Huh?" you say confused, raindrops start dropping on both of you.
In a flash, he disappears from where he was standing and was now in front of you. His hand swiftly attacks for your neck but he quickly stops and is an inch away from your skin.
You flinch, but don't move. you give him a chuckle.
"Sukuna... I told you in advance to tell me first before you kill me." you laugh.
He growls in frustration and puts his hands down. "Ugh..."
"But... As strange as it may seem, the time I spent with you was the happiest I've ever been. Thank you for showing me kindness, even in your own way. Farewell, Sukuna. I will never forget you!"
You stand on your tip toes and met your lips with his. It was just a gentle peck, but it sent shivers down her spine.
"Idiot."
As you pull away, content, you couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eyes. 'I wonder what face he's making right now', the thought making you smile. You grab the same hands that tried to attack you earlier and wrapped them around your neck.
"Huh?" you look up at him confused, only to be more confused as you analyzed his face.
'He looks... troubled? I'm not so sure'
He pulls his hands away from your neck and sighs. He grabs you arms and rests his head on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "What kind of sick curse is this..."
". . . Sukuna?"
Although he wasn't exactly hugging you, you wrap your arms around him and hug back. The rain hitting the both of you as you warm up in each other's arms.
". . . I'm confused, are you still killing me or not?"
". . . Pft."
You gawk as you hear Sukuna let out a chuckle. Seeing his lips turn up was a better view than the horizon behind them.
You look up at him and smile, "Hehe, you still haven't answered m-"
The moment was interrupted when you cough out blood. A sudden burning sensation you feel in your chest. You let go of him to hold your chest in pain, your body slouching as you groan.
"D-Damn...I-I shouldn't have-ugh... ate those."
"Y/N?!"
The sound of his name flow out of his voice made your heart flutter but the pain overpowers that.
"Agh-" You drop to the floor, "Don't w-worry, these are just allergies."
He gets on his knees and uses his reverse cursed technique to heal you from your suffering. The pain was too much for you to handle though, and you pass out in his arms.
You jolt awake in your room, looking around confused.
"Sukuna?"
You call out for him but nothing happens. His scent still lingering in the room so you're sure he tucked you back into bed.
You smile as your heart flutters, going back to sleep.
"Y-Your Highness! Are you sure you're okay?" your maid stutters as she hands you your breakfast the next morning.
"Yes yes~ Don't worry about lil' old me!"
You quickly finish your breakfast, wanting to see him as soon as possible. You quickly run and you arrive at the spot in no time and you see him there.
You don't even call out to him, you just run towards his sitting figure, bend over, and wrap your arms around his neck.
He jolts in surprise but immediately calms down as he takes a whiff of your hair.
"Sukuna, you saved me twice already. Thank you for yesterday." you smile, embarrassed to make eye contact with him.
He places a hand on your back to push your body into his. Now, you're straddling his lap and you stay in position.
You fidget your hands, "Ugh~ It's kinda awkward now after I did a whole farewell speech yesterday..." you whine as you recall the events yesterday.
"Yeah, you're farewell kiss too."
You blush and groan into his shoulder, clenching your fists in his robe in embarrassment.
"Hah, is the princess embarrassed? Look at me."
As if it was a spell, you comply immediately and shyly pull away to look at him.
He grabs your chin and pulls your face closer.
"You have to take responsibility for what you did yesterday." He smirks.
"R-Responsibility?!" you squeak.
"Don't think I'll be satisfied with a mere kiss, Princess."
He smashes his lips onto yours. Unlike the sweet and short peck, this was hot and passionate. His upper arms land on your waist and slides the up and down the side of your body.
You feel his tongue enter your mouth and you shift your hips to adjust your position, making you grind on his crotch. The friction making you both groan in pleasure, all of his blood rushing to the length under his robe.
"S-Sukuna." you couldn't help but whine his name in the middle of your tongues dancing. Hearing his name turns him on even more, and his hands go from your hips to sliding inside your kimono to grab hold of your breasts.
You let out a moan at his touch on your bare chest. His bottom arms sliding up your kimono underneath you, his hands traveling up to grope both cheeks of your ass. Wanting to touch him, your hands go down to his chest, sliding inside his robe to touch explore your hands around his bare chest and abs. Your touch making Sukuna groan and start grinding his hips underneath yours, you moan in his lips and grind on him as well.
His hands slide off your kimono, leaving you in your undergarments. The cool air hitting your skin, but you couldn't feel it from the heat of the intimate moment. His bottom hands start to tug on your panties and he whispers into your lips.
"You think you can handle me, Princess?"
You moan in confirmation, sliding off the top part of his robe and continuing to grind on him. He hisses in pleasure and rips off your panties and throw them to the side.
"Ah!" you squeak in embarrassment, pulling away and looking down at yourself, but what caught your eye is the visible bulge twitching underneath the fabric of his robe. You curiously grope it, causing a moan to slip off his mouth, and snatches your hand away.
"Later."
He grabs both of your wrists and pushes you to the clean grass. He looks up and down your naked body and smirks, feeling another twitch from his cock. His eyes landed on your pussy, already soaking wet.
His eyes darkens and he grins, ready to devour you. He brings a hand to your folds and run his fingers along the wetness dripping down your thighs. "How can you be this wet already?" he chuckles and inserts a finger inside, his other hands playing with your breasts.
The sensation making you moan in pleasure, the back of your hand covering your mouth in embarrassment. The moans continue when he starts thrusting the finger in a moderate motion. After a few seconds of adjusting, he shoves another finger in.
The sounds of his fingers fucking your wet pussy fill the air. He feels your walls clench and sees your body start to arch. He sees the way you were making a mess already just with his fingers. Your moans get whinier and he loses it.
He grunts and shoves the robe of his body and your eyes widen. You stare at his two cocks twitching in the air, gulping at its huge size. "S-Sukuna..."
"You want to stop?" you whine and shook your head immediately, "That's what I thought. Now come here, princess."
Not giving you enough time to process, he picks you up and puts him in the stradling position you were earlier in, the tip of his cock goes in and he thrusts inside.
"Ngh- Ah~ S-Sukuna." He grunts in reply, feeling your pussy clench in his hard cock.
"Fuck, princess."
The pleasure was nothing you ever felt before. You look down and see his other cock twitching against your stomach. You reach your hand to grab his length which causes his head to roll back in pleasure and let out a deep moan.
You pump his cock, while adjusting to the other cock that was already inside you. "Prince- Agh, Shit." Your hand going faster and faster, the sounds of his groans making your walls clench, making him groan even louder.
He grabs your hand to stop you. "I can't hold it anymore. I'm gonna destroy this tight little pussy, yeah?"
He grabs your hips and starts bouncing you up and down, his cock thrusting inside of you without mercy.
"Ah... Suku- Agh~" You were drowning in pleasure, eyes rolling back as you listen to the sounds of your wetness and both of your skins slapping against each other.
He was thrusting into you mercilessly, your mewls just making his climax come closer. He feels your walls clench uncontrollably and he moans your name.
"Y/N. Fuck- I'm going crazy" he huffs, acting like an animal in heat.
He pushes you back into the soft grass into a new position, bringing your knees to your chest, his cock thrusting into you sloppily. A visible bump in your belly when he thrusts inside. Two hands behind your knees. One hand rubbing your clit. One hand pumping his other cock.
"Agh~ T-There... Sukuna-"
He hits a certain spot causing your body to twitch and making your eyes water up from the pleasure.
Sukuna pounds faster into your pussy, his precum smeared along your soaked walls. You were letting him use your body and it felt so good.
You feel something building up inside of you, and you whine. "Ah- wait! Sukuna~ I- I-" you whine in pleasure as your body arches, your juices spilling into his cock.
"That's right, princess. Let it out." he coos into your ear. "My turn."
You gasp for air as he thrusts again into your sensitive pussy, making your mewl echo into the air. Your juices increase the sound of the wetness as he slaps his skin into yours, the mix of your arousals filling the air.
"Fuck- I should fill you up, huh? Breed my precious princess?"
"Agh- P-Please!~ I-"
He moans as he shoots his load into you and fill up your pussy, having both of your juices mixed up. His other cock also shooting cum onto your stomach. Your body twitches at the feeling of his seed inside you, grabbing both of his arms for support. He sighs in pleasure and pulls out, watching as the juices ooze out of your aching pussy.
"You did so good, Princess." is the last thing you hear before you pass out.
You flutter your eyes open to see a room that wasn't yours. Sukuna lying down next to you in bed. You look down on your clothed body to see you were cleaned up and well taken care of after.
"Sukuna..." you mutter, eyes still droopy "I can't move my legs~"
"Heh, you're gonna get used to it."
"Hm?" You tilt your head.
"You're mine now. This is the consequence of your actions, right? You can't escape now." He smirks as he picks you up and puts you on top of him.
You stare at him in shock then laugh, "Now why would I dare leave my king, he'll get lonely without me~"
You plant a sweet kiss on his lips and pull away to see a smile on his face. His smile making you feel warm inside as your cheeks tint. You giggle and snuggle into his arms and you enjoy each other's warm, and will continue to enjoy each other's presence in the future.
#sukuna#sukuna x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#sukuna fluff#sukuna smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#heian era
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Omg you're taking six of crows requests?!?
Can I get a Kaz x fem!reader where the two of them are a couple (or trying to be) like Kaz is less snappy towards her, they're working on his touch aversion and everything.
But then on a heist gone wrong reader is hurt/stabbed/shot and falls into the Harbour, and Kaz is terrified because of the water but he's more terrified of losing his girl and he realizes that none of the other crows will reach her in time so he dives into the water to save her and when he drags her back onto the dock they just hug each other and the reader is apologizing for ruining the heist, Kaz is just holding her tightly and telling her it's ok, she's safe and that's how the rest of the crows find them, curled up at the end of the dock. Maybe some soft kisses?
Kaz trying to deal with his trauma in ways like this makes me happy
His Star
Requested By: anonymous!
Warnings: Drowning, reader gets stabbed in the arm, Kaz deals with some trauma flashbacks/anxiety, possibly OOC Kaz.
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Prompt: None
She/Her pronouns used to refer to reader.
Author’s Note:
hey!! sorry this one took so long, I haven't written for Kaz for a WHILE so I hope this meets your request!
Word Count: 1321
Kaz loved you.
Or, at least, you thought he did. He had never told you explicitly, but then, the ruthless young man had never told many people of his affections for them, choosing instead to close himself off to the world instead of facing his feelings.
Despite the mask he put over his emotions every day, you could still tell he loved you through the way he treated you, how he didn’t snap at you like he snapped at the other crows, and the way he looked at you.
Oh, how he looked at you.
Kaz Brekker looked at you as though he was a tired man, bound to the ground of the earth, weak and broken, and you were a star in the dark, endless sky waiting to lead him home, your brightness and your beauty incomparable to anything else.
There were many times Kaz had wanted to touch you, to reach his gloved hand out and graze it against your cheek, or to squeeze your thigh for comfort as you sat beside him, but he couldn’t. He feared that if he did, it would bring everything back. Bring Jordie’s death back. And the possibility was too painful to try.
You understood, of course, you would never push him to do anything he didn’t want to, so you left it alone. You never asked, you barely even thought, because even the idea of making Kaz uncomfortable or upset made guilt squeeze your heart sharply. You would listen if he brought up the idea, but you’d never do it yourself. You’d never put that burden on him over something he couldn’t control.
So you made do with what you had, you loved him in other ways, helping him with planning heists, gathering information to make his job easier, making sure he ate, checking up on him every so often (despite his protests), giving him small smiles across the Crow Club when you could see he was getting frustrated. Little things that made your presence known, but that didn’t intrude too much on his life, and you were happy that way.
“Y/N!” Jesper’s voice broke your thoughts as you slid down the rain-soaked tiles of the building you were scaling, landing gracefully on your feet as you shot along the gutter at the bottom and leaped onto the next one.
“What?” You yelled, hoping he would catch it over the raging wind, but all you heard in response was silence, and you realised you could no longer hear the cracking of his boots against the tile.
Risking a look behind you, you caught your gaze on Jesper’s long figure clambering back up the roof, two others, Inej and Wylan, caught your eye as well, though, where Kaz was you had no idea, and you skidded to a halt, stopping for a moment as you watched the security of the bank you’d just attempted to rob begin gaining on you, their yells rising far above the torrential weather, you watched the other Crows running along the top of the roof, you only caught on to why they were doing this as you turned back, and felt a swift, violent pain crash through your upper arm, you let out an ear piercing scream as the shock and pain overwhelmed you, making your vision blur and your knees buckle underneath you. Almost as soon as you made a noise, you heard Jasper’s pistols shoot rounds into your attacker’s body, quickly able to take out some other guards from his high-up position, yet nobody came to save you as your body tumbled into the freezing harbour water that cascaded against the walls of the bank.
Kaz yelled your name as he watched you disappear off the side of the roof and into the waters below. He had already chosen to stay behind when he realised that you had not heard Jesper’s call to retreat upwards, and he thanked the Saints that he did when he began racing towards the edge of the roof, still screaming your name as he searched for your body in the blackness beneath him.
For the first time in a while, Kaz took a sharp, relieved inhale at the sight of your head poking above the water, and soon your arms came thrashing with it.
As you caught sight of Kaz, you began yelling, mostly unintelligible words, but he heard his name ring in his ears, and he swore he felt his heart tear itself out of his chest when he recognised the fear in your voice.
The fear in your voice that brought him back to that night. With Jordie. Jordie and the boat. And the eerie silence only broken every so often by the groans of the wood and the shifting of clothes against the bodies of the victims that the plague had so cruelly taken.
No. Kaz scolded himself. Stop. Stop, you have to help Y/N. She’ll die if you don’t help her.
He didn’t give himself time to think again before throwing himself into the freeze after you, and almost immediately he felt the same horrible effect that he felt that night with Jordie begin to take hold.
He pushed through it as he kept his mind on you. He couldn’t let you die.
If you died, he didn’t know what he would do with himself, he likes to tell himself that he could get through anything. That grief didn’t affect him anymore.
But with you? You were his star, and if you weren’t there anymore, his sky would go dark.
Kaz could hear your sobs echoing through the night air as he pulled himself through the current and closer to you. Almost as soon as he touched your skin with his gloved hands, he had to stop himself from letting the panic take over, soon becoming grounded once again by your whimpers and pleas for help.
“C-come here, Y/N.” He stammered out, the temperature of the water mixed with the adrenaline coursing through his veins making his speech slurred and awkward as he pulled you towards his chest.
You soon found yourself approaching the harbour, and Kaz made it his first priority to hoist your body up onto the wooden decking, quickly pulling himself up after.
As soon as you were safely out of the water, you backed yourself up against a wall, leaning to the side to cough up what you’d managed to inhale during your panic. Kaz soon made his way over to you, rubbing your back gently as you grasped the wall for support, before falling back against it, still shaking with the sobs that left your lips. You soon felt Kaz move his hand hesitantly to the back of your neck, before taking a deep breath and pulling you in closer to him, holding you tightly.
“I’m sorry…” You cried, taking the collar of his soaked jacket into your hands as he shushed you. “I’m so, so sorry, Kaz, I- I ruined everything. I’m so useless-” You buried your head in his jacket as he shook his head, staring down at you with as serious a stare as he could manage, despite his heart rate going at 30 miles per hour.
“No, no, Y/N, stop it. You didn’t ruin the heist. It was doomed from the start, it was a stupid idea anyway. All that matters is that you’re safe, do you understand me? You’re alright, and you’re with me, and nothing’s going to happen to you.” Kaz’s voice managed to soothe your racing heart and mind, and your gentle nods soothed his own as he dared to press a gentle kiss to your lips.
That was how the Crows found you both that night. Kaz wrapped protectively around you, every so often placing gentle kisses to your hair, and you, his star, encased safely in his arms, having never felt so much love from anybody in your life.
#kaz brekker#kaz brekker x reader#x reader#self insert#reader insert#six of crows#soc#shadow and bone#leigh bardugo
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𝜗𝜚 Beginning of Us || s.jy
~ Sypnosis: It’s only when you leave that you begin to realize you need them
~ Genre: strangers to friends to lovers, college au, fluff, angst, smut
~ Warnings: Smut!! oral (f. receiving), missionary, doggy, fingering, bathtub sex, breast fondling, tummy bulge, unprotected sex, soft sex, rough sex, slight sub jake, trust issues, they are very toxic for each other mentions of infidelity, Jake being a dumbass bf 😒, alcohol consumption, aussie line (skz) cameo, oc is soooo delulu, she doesn’t know better 🤦🏻♀️, bestie sunoo n heeseung 🥹, heartbreak (on many different occasions) 😞, oc js wants to be loved 💔 major angst THEY ARE TOXIC FOR EACH OTHER
• currently playing: if it’s not you by PRYVT
~ wc: 21.7k
It is the start of exam season; the snow is starting to fall from the sky, and it’s become cloudy most days. The walk from your dorm to your class was so cold that you had double-layered for today’s weather. On your way to class, you get pushed back by someone. Before you could turn around to scold whoever it was, he bolted.
“Fucking bitch” you muttered under your breath. You only got a glimpse of his brunette hair and red jacket. He was tall and had a lean figure, he’s not someone you’ve seen around campus. Picking your things up you make your way over to class. Days like these make you regret not taking online courses.
After class, you texted your best friend Sunoo to meet you for lunch. The café you entered was warm; unlike outside, you ordered yourself a hot chocolate to warm your body up. After you pick up your order you bump into someone for the second time today, Looking up you see it's the same man who bumped into you earlier. The burning sensation of the hot chocolate hits your skin through your jacket. “Fuck,” you whisper under your breath “Watch where you’re going, asshole!” The man turns to your standing frame and frantically grabs napkins from the counter. “Oh god, I’m so sorry.” His eyes go wide as he pushes the napkins into your hand “Please let me buy you another one, I’ll even buy you a new jacket”. The voice that comes from his lips takes you by surprise.
He has an Australian accent; It’s an accent you haven’t heard from around here before. The unfamiliar voice sends shivers down your spine. Raising your head from your jacket to the man standing in front of you, you find dark brown eyes looking into yours; ‘he’s so pretty’ you think. You have to pause for a moment to search your mind for something to say back to him.
“Please, buying me new clothes is unnecessary, but I would appreciate it if you bought me another drink. Just watch where you’re going next time,” you tell him
“Yeah, of course. What did you order? I’ll pay for it,” He begins to pull his wallet out to get ready to pay for his and your order.
“A hot chocolate” He walks over to the barista and orders.
After paying for the food he turns to you again and bows his head down, a look of shame spread across his handsome face. “Look I’m sorry again”
“It’s okay really. Stop with the apologies, buying my drink is enough”
“Order for Jake!” the barista calls out.
After getting your drink from the boy, Jake, speaks up again.
“Can I take you out to lunch? For one last apology?”
Before you can answer him your phone rings. The name read ‘Sunoo’.
“Maybe another time, Jake” You smile at him and answer your phone.
Catching sight of Sunoo as you walk into the restaurant, Sunoo looks up from his phone and waves you down.
“Hey! Why are you so late I thought we said 12:30,” he says in a sassy tone.
“Something happened at the café I was at. Some guy bumped into me, and I spilled my drink all over myself. He ended up paying for it, but he asked me to lunch. I kinda told him no because I was already on my way to see your ass and I already had plans.” You explained the whole ordeal that had gone down.
“Was he cute?” he asked
“He was” You smile down at your fidgeting hands.
“He had an accent too; I don’t think he’s from around here,” you think out loud.
Sunoo looks at you with a dumbfounded face “Yeah, no shit Sherlock, of course, he’s not from around here. Who else have you met with an Australian accent around here” he rolls his eyes playfully.
You laugh at him. He begins to talk about how his day had gone so far. “Oh my god, Heeseung is driving me insane.” He talks about his roommate. “He’s been blasting his speaker so loud with his goddamn guitar while I’m studying for my thousands of upcoming tests.” He speaks with a sarcastic tone. “Sometimes I wish I said no to being roommates with him” Sunoo and Heeseung were the first friends you made at the new high school you went to during your senior year.
Being friends with them for a handful of time was like having a party every day. They’d drag you out of your house to get you away from studying and keep your mind off school for a while.
“Why don’t you tell him to shut up? It works when I do it” you shrug at him.
He tilts his head up and sighs. “It only works because it’s you, he always listens to you but not me” he gives a side-eye.
“Then I can’t help you there buddy” You ruffle his hair.
Thankfully, today your schedule was free. Your shift at the library didn’t start until one o’clock this afternoon so you were stuck studying for the rest of your tests you had coming up. It was only ten, and you called up Sunoo and Heeseung and asked if you could stay at their place until you had to go to work. Of course, they agreed and you made your way over.
The frost in the air hits your skin as you walk out of your apartment. The sky was gloomy, but the sun peeked through just a bit. Gloomy days always make you feel cozy. They made you want to stay inside and curl up in your blanket. But today you needed to be productive; you had shit to get done.
Walking up the stairs to their dorm you already had a spare key they gave you “in case of an emergency” as they said. You unlock the door and hear the obnoxious noise Sunoo was talking about, Heeseung’s electric guitar. When you walk in Sunoo is sitting on the floor working on top of the coffee table in front of the T.V. He was wearing a thick hoodie due to the cold air blowing through their room.
“Hey,” you shouted over the loudspeaker.
“Finally! Can you please tell him to turn off the speaker and shut the fuck up? I can’t fail this semester, or it’ll be the end of me.” Nodding your head at him you stomp your way to Heeseung’s room.
“HEESEUNG” you yell as loud as you can. He hears nothing. Too focused on his guitar you walk up to the plug of his speaker and unplug it.
“Hey!” before realizing that it’s you his expression changes.
“Oh, hi ___” he smiles at you.
Sunoo walks in behind you next to the door.
“Oh so, you listen to her and not me? You’re such a little shit.” He whips his head and walks back to the living room.
You snicker at him.
“We are trying to study. And you should be too, don’t you have exams coming up next week?” you ask.
“Yeah, but I wanted to practice playing a little before I started.”
You walk up to him and drag him by his arm to where Sunoo is waiting for you.
“Well practice is over, hurry and get your things. I’ll help you.” He sits down beside you and pouts as he takes his books from under the coffee table.
It’s been about two hours since you started your study session. It was almost time for you to leave for work.
“Okay, now that you know the formula for this make it into a simplified equation”
Heeseung looks at you with confusion written all over his face.
“Are you kidding me right now, Hee, we’ve been over this for the past hour how do you still not get it.” you deadpan.
“Because he doesn’t have a brain” Sunoo butts in.
You sigh heavily as you start to collect your things. Sunoo looks up at you and begs “No! Don’t leave me here with him. If you do, I’ll fail my exams because I’ve lost brain cells listening to him talk about nonsense.” You look down at where he’s sitting, and you laugh at him
“You’ll be fine, if anything come by the library and study there. I’ll be in until six. And you too.” you point a finger at Heeseung.
“We have books in there that will help with your exam,” you tell him.
“Alright, fine if you’re working tomorrow, we’ll swing by,” Heeseung says.
“Good. I’ll see you guys tomorrow then!”
You put your shoes on and your coat closing the door behind you. You make your way to the library.
“I hate you” Sunoo stares at Heeseung.
It’s getting closer to the time you’re supposed to clock in. Making it just a few minutes early you go through the door, and you’re hit with a gust of warm air. The library was packed with students. Now that it was getting closer to exam time, this was the busiest time in the library.
As you make your way behind the desk you meet with someone already sitting in your seat. It’s the same head of brunette hair you bumped into a few days ago. Walking towards him, he catches you from the corner of his eye and smiles at you.
“Hey” you smile at him
“Oh, hey. Sorry, I didn’t mean to stay this long for overtime” he apologizes.
“It seems every time we meet you’re always apologizing for something.” you chuckle
“Yeah, sorry about that” you laugh at him this time.
“No, it’s okay. It’s cute” At that he smiles. His cheeks are rosy from the blush.
“So, when did you start working here?” you ask him to make conversation.
“I started working here a few days ago actually” You get distracted by his accent. There was something about you and your accents. You had always found them attractive. And his face? God, he was so pretty; you couldn’t take your eyes off him. Shaking out of your daydreams you snap back to reality.
“Oh, so that’s why I haven’t seen you around here,” you say curiously
“Yeah, I just transferred here from Australia. I had better opportunities here.”
“Ah, I see. How do you like it so far over here?” you ask him. You had never met a foreigner before; he seemed like an interesting person to you and you wanted to know more about him.
“Did you move here with your family or are you on your own?” you look at him. He speaks to you while holding eye contact.
“No, I’m not alone actually. Her name is Layla. I brought her with me, so I wasn’t by myself.” Your heart sinks a little. You expected him to be single since he offered to take you out for lunch.
Curiously you ask, “How long have you been with her?”
“Ever since she was born,” he says
What? Is he? No.
“I’m sorry what?” caught off guard you ask him “What do you mean since birth”
He looks at you and laughs “She’s my dog. I’ve had her since she was a puppy”
Your eyes widen. How embarrassing, of course, he has a dog named Layla. You laugh loudly at your mistake
“Oh my god, I thought... ugh this is so embarrassing.”
“Nothing to be embarrassed about” he shakes his head slightly and reassures you
“What about you? Do you have any pets?”
“No, I don’t” you chuckle
“I do have two best friends though, Sunoo and Heeseung”
“They’re guys?” he gives you a look that makes you feel slightly off, but you shake it off.
“Yep! I take care of them, make sure they’re doing well.” You say sarcastically. “They’re my best friends. They’re like my older brothers, they look out for me, you know?”
The conversation flows as you continue to talk to him. You don’t notice the time flying by when you look out the window near the front desk. Your eyes graze over to the clock and it’s already past the time you were supposed to clock out.
Hastily collecting your things and pushing the chairs in as you stand up and walk over to the lights. “Sorry, I spent so much time talking about myself I didn’t even notice the time passed by” you chuckle nervously.
“No, don’t apologize. I enjoyed spending my time with you. Plus, barely anyone walked through the door today. Helped pass the time”
When you smile up at him your cheeks flush with red. Eyes rising to look at him up close made you realize how handsome he was. You notice his prominent cheekbones when he smiles. And the glow in his eyes in the light of the lamp next to the desk.
Checking back into reality, you both make sure everything is shut off before leaving.
“I think we should head out now, it’s getting pretty late, and I have an early class tomorrow.”
“Yeah, me too,” he says softly. He bends down to pick up his bag from the floor. Jake throws it over his shoulders and turns the last light out on the desk.
As you make your way through the door you’re hit with the cool breeze of December air. You turn to Jake and look up into his eyes. The moonlight hits him just right. Highlighting his prominent cheekbones and his bright brown eyes. It’s quiet for a moment. You don’t realize how close you have gotten to him. Breaths inches apart. Your eyes glide down to his lips for a second before you catch his eyes again.
“So, I’ll see you on Wednesday then?” a smile slowly appearing across his face.
“Yeah, I’ll see you”
You nod your head and head back to your dorm. He regrets not asking for your number that night.
Your morning was off to a horrendous start; you had woken up late and ended up being late to class for about thirty minutes. The lecture was an hour long, so you still had time to get some information out of it. You had been so tired the night before you had overslept and missed your alarm.
Rushing out of your door, you had forgotten to prepare your breakfast the night before. There was no time to stop now. When you walk through the door of the auditorium the door slams shut behind you and all eyes are on you. Embarrassingly walking over to your seat the professor calls for your name, “Please if you’re going to be late, try to do it quietly. I don’t need you distracting my students” Bowing your head slightly your ears turn red out of embarrassment.
You silently walk past a few students with your head down. Jake discreetly looks at you from one of the seats closer to the top. He smiles at the way you cover your face as you look for a seat. Finally, you sit down and listen to what's left of the lesson.
Walking out of class, you hear heavy footsteps from behind you. Your name comes out of someone’s mouth and you look over your shoulder to find the culprit.
“Hey,” Jake puts his arm around your shoulder.
Looking up at him, he has a smile on his face as he looks down at you.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you if you wanted to hang out, you know, outside of work?”
Your face lights up at the suggestion. He takes notice of the bright glimmer in your eyes. Moving your head down you laugh lightly and tuck your hair behind your ear
“Yeah, sure. I’d like that” turning your head up to look at him.
“Okay great, are you free this afternoon? For lunch?” he asks
You pause to think about the mental calendar you have set in your head.
“Uhm, let me check”
Not recalling any texts or calls from Sunoo you smile up at him
“Yes, I can do this afternoon,” you say to him.
He smiles to himself; he can hear his heart beating in his head. The adrenaline pumps through his veins as he thinks about things he can do to spend his time with you.
“Okay, cool. I’ll see you around twelve?”
“Yeah”
“Meet me at the coffee shop near the science building,” he finally decides as he slowly moves his arm from your shoulder. You nod your head and make your way to your next class as you part ways. When you stop in your step you realize you don’t have his number. Before you could call out for his name he had already disappeared to class. You’ll just have to wait for him to show up.
It was nearing lunchtime; some students had already left campus. After walking out of class your feet guide you to the coffee shop Jake had told you to meet him at. Today’s weather was nicer than most days. It was sunny outside but still somewhat cold. Turning the corner of the building you see the coffee shop, but no sign of Jake.
When you stand outside many people walk past you. It was now 12:20. You turn around from where you’re standing and that’s when you see Jake running around the corner. Slowing down his pace you realize he is out of breath from running.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” he says catching his breath. You stare at him as you wait for him to explain.
“Professor had me stay in to help him sort out some documents and I didn’t pay attention to the time, and I didn’t have your number to text you”
Deciding to let him off the hook you chuckle lightly and place a hand over his shoulder to reassure him.
“It’s okay, I was planning on asking for your number when you asked me out today, but you were gone before I could even ask you,” you tell him softly.
“Sorry about that too, I was going to ask you that day at the library, but I chickened out,” he admits
“Well give me your phone, so we have some sort of communication when we're not together” You hold your hand out for him. He pulls his phone out and hands it to you.
When you hand it back to him, he reads your name with a butterfly emoji. Smiling down at his phone he hears your phone ding with an unknown number. You save it as Jake’s number.
“There, now if we need something we can call or text each other!” you say with enthusiasm
He shakes his head at you and guides you into the café. You walk in and find a seat to sit at, Jake ends up pulling your chair out at the table near the window. Thanking him you place your jacket on the back of your seat and he takes his seat, and you spark up the conversation.
“How are your classes so far? Have the professors given you a hard time?” you ask him. He waits to respond, thinking about his answer.
“They’ve been a bit stressful; I just think it’s because I’ve transferred so late into the year. And the professors? They’re just like every other professor, assign way too many assignments and look like they don’t want to be there.”
You laugh at that.
“What about you? Are you from around this area?” He asks you the question this time.
“I’m originally from Cali, I applied for college over here because I’ve always wanted to explore Korea,” you tell him.
“One of my friends had told me about his trip here and it sounded like he had so much fun,”
“Ah, well both of my parents are from here.” He explains. “I wanted to get to know more of where I come from. They moved us over to Australia when I was about five years old” Thinking about his hometown, he begins to miss his mom’s homemade food and his old hometown friends.
“I’ve wanted to travel to a bunch of places. I just never found the time.”
He begins to go on about the exciting places he wishes to adventure. You spend most of your afternoon with him. You’re starting to enjoy spending your time with him and you end up asking him to hang out again the next day.
As you walk out of the café the cold air hits you once again.
“I have to get going for my next class. But if you’re free, do you maybe, wanna hang out again tomorrow?”
“Yeah, yeah I’d like that.” he smiles at you
“Okay great! I’ll see you around the same time as today, then?”
“Yes, and I’ll make sure to make it on time” Laughing at him you nod your head.
“Bye, Jake”
You walk away and make your way over to class.
Exams were getting closer, but on the brighter side winter break was just around the corner. You and Jake had been hanging out a lot more since that day he asked you out to lunch. Your shift at the library started and you had Sunoo and Heeseung stick around to study one last time. Heeseung agreed–against his will, to tag along but he’d much rather practice his guitar skills than be at the stupid library studying for exams.
Jake told you he wouldn’t be in today because he had to sort some things out in one of his professors’ classes. You agreed to take on double the time in his place.
Sunoo and Heeseung sat at the table near the front desk where you were sitting. You were talking about classes when Sunoo suddenly brought up Jake’s name.
“What’s going on between you two?” he asked
“Nothing, we're just friends,” you say nonchalantly
“Ah I see, and paying for everything and asking you out every single day is being ‘just friends’, sure”
“Sunoo, you’re being delusional. He’s just being a nice person”
“Whatever you say” he raises his eyebrows and shrugs his shoulders.
“I mean he’s cute, but I don’t think we’d become a thing; I met him not even a month ago,” you say as you add the last things to your notes.
It’s been hours since any of you spoke; focusing hard on your studies. The door opens as a gust of cold air is pushed your way. You look up to see who it is. Jake stood there, wearing his puffer; and his messy brunette hair sticking out in places due to the wind.
He walks over to your seat and greets you. He puts a hand on your back and sits down in the chair next to you. Sunoo and Heeseung watch the whole interaction.
“Hey,” he smiles. Taking you by surprise, he brought you dinner. “What’s this?” he places the brown bag down next to you on the desk, placing his arm around the back of your chair. You look up at Sunoo as he’s eyeing you, waiting for you to introduce them. Giving you a look that says, ‘Just friends?’. You shake your head and focus your attention on them.
“Jake this is Sunoo and Heeseung. The best friends I told you about.” you move your hand gesturing to them.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you guys. I’m Jake.” he holds his hand out for them to shake.
“I know who you are.” Sunoo smiles at him and puts his hand under his chin.
Jake slowly pulls his hand back and laughs under his breath
“I’ve heard quite a lot about you actually” he looks over at you and grins. You roll your eyes at your best friend.
“I’m Heeseung. It’s nice to meet you too” he says politely smiling at him; unlike Sunoo
Bringing your attention down to your phone next to you you realize the time. It’s starting to get late, and you want to be in your bed and snuggle into your blanket considering the cold weather. Gathering your stuff, you excuse yourself.
“Wow, look at the time. It’s getting late. You guys should get going too, don’t you have early classes Hee?” you ask
Heeseung nods his head at you and picks up his books. Then, he stuffs them in his backpack.
“And thank you for the dinner, Jake. It was sweet of you.” When you smile at him you notice a subtle blush growing on his cheeks. He rubs the back of his head and smiles back at you.
“It was no big deal. But why don’t I walk you home? I don’t want you out this late at night alone.”
Agreeing to his proposal you pick your things up and bid farewell to your friends.
Just as you’re about to turn around you see a shit-eating grin on Sunoo’s face, you turn to flip him off and make your way out of the door. Jake holds it open for you and a few other people behind you leaving the library. With the final person out, you make your way over to your dorm.
The walk is silent for a while. Jake takes in a deep breath, takes the wheel, and guides the flow of a conversation “Your friends seem nice. I like Heeseung. I mean we barely said a sentence to each other, but he seems nice.” he says. And then he brings up the blabbermouth.
“And Sunoo? Was it? He said he’s heard a lot about me?” he says with a smirk on his lips.
“Do you talk about me?” He brings it up again. You start to feel the embarrassment creep up from your chest to your face. You can feel your ears start to warm up as they go unnoticeably red. Your hands go up to cover them, Jake stares at you for a moment as you walk.
“Hmm?” you pretend to think
“I don’t think I talk about you THAT often” you laugh it off
“But you do happen to come up in a sum of conversations”
“Sure” he leaves it at that. Nearing the building of your dorm, Jake stops as you get closer to the entrance.
“Well this is my stop” You tilt your head to look at his features smiling at him
“And, thank you for walking me home; and for the dinner” You lift the bag.
“I told you it’s no big deal. I enjoyed my time walking with you. To be completely honest I enjoyed every time I’ve spent with you.” he pauses to think about what to say to you next.
“I’m less alone than I thought I’d be since I met you”
This makes you blush; hard. The feeling in your stomach is making feel things. Like butterflies erupted in your tummy. You felt a sense of pride after hearing him say that about you. Your heart, rapidly thumping in your chest.
“I’m glad I was the person you bumped into that day or else I would’ve been stuck with Sunoo and Heeseung” You roll your eyes playfully.
“Oh c’mon, they can’t be that bad”
“Please, try being with them 24/7 for four years. It’s like I’m babysitting two toddlers”
He laughs at that. He starts to feel the same way you do after he sees your smile. It's not your normal smile. It’s that big bright smile you show when you’re belly laughing. He finds it so adorable he could just kiss you. And he might just do that. Because you see him lean in after you’ve calmed down from your high of laughter. Looking up at him you finally realize what he’s doing.
And you do nothing to stop it, you’re already leaning into him too. When you close your eyes, you feel his soft lips against yours. The kiss is soft and gentle. He feels your smile against him, teeth clashing, and it causes him to do the same as well. Jake’s hand is placed in your hair and the other is placed on your neck. The butterflies have made their way to your chest.
This feeling ignites something new in you. A feeling you haven’t felt in a while. Finally, pulling apart, he leans his forehead against yours and stays there for a minute before he says something.
He chuckles under his breath and says “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” You giggle into his chest and place a small peck on his lips. When opens his eyes he feels you pull back from him. “Thank you again for tonight. Text me when you get home, safely” you tell him as you walk backward to the door.
“Goodnight Jake”
He stands there still in shock about what had just occurred. Not believing he had just had his first kiss with you. After registering what you had said, he nods his head and turns around.
“Goodnight,” he says under his breath.
Today is full of exams, right after today is the start of your freedom. You called Sunoo and Heeseung over to help them study for one last and final time. When you hear Sunoo’s knock on the door you walk over to your door and open it for them.
“Did you guys fuck?” is the first thing he says to you. Unbelievable. You shake your head at him and push him into your room.
“Jeez Sunoo, let the girl breathe. You were just ambushing her with questions about him yesterday. When is it enough?!” he exclaimed.
Sunoo and you pause for a minute and look at each other. Then, you both burst into laughter at your friend’s outburst. Heeseung gives you both an annoyed look as they both walk into the living room. Sunoo waits patiently for you to spill your guts on what happened between you and the boy. As per his request, you explain and finally spew what had happened.
“We kissed”
“I knew something happened between you two!” He starts jumping around the room, his hands balled into a fist out of excitement
“Okay calm down, you’re acting like they’re getting married,” Heeseung says.
You go to sit next to Heeseung pull your laptop out of its bag and begin studying. Sunoo finally calmed down, he walked into the kitchen to get snacks for the time being
It’s been over an hour since the boys came over. Your phone suddenly rings and when you turn it over to see who was calling; Jake’s name appears on the screen.
“Hey, are you doing anything right now?”
You look back at your friends, they seem to be occupied with their work. You stand up from your seat and walk to the kitchen. Making sure Sunoo wouldn’t eavesdrop on your conversation
“No, I’m not doing anything, why?” you ask curiously
“Great, do you wanna hang out?”
A smile starts to spread across your face when you feel that same feeling you felt the other night erupt in your stomach.
“Yeah, just give me a few minutes and text me when you’re here”
By the time you're finished getting ready, Sunoo looks up at you with a confused look.
“And where are you going?”
“Out”
“Out where?” he raises one of his eyebrows
“With Jake?”
You stay quiet, and you start to feel a smile creep on your face.
When your phone dings with a notification, your heartbeat picks up. The text read ‘I’m here’.
“Bye, guys!”
“Wait-” Before you could let him continue his sentence you close the door and walk down the stairs to Jake.
When you walk out the door you can see Jake standing next to the bench near the door, on his phone, patiently waiting for you to emerge from your dorm. Your last exam started around late afternoon; you had the time to spend with Jake. Neither of you had discussed what happened between the two of you the night before.
When you open the door Jake can feel his heartbeat speed up at the thought of you. Turning, he’s face to face with you now before he can stop himself, he has his arms wrapped around your waist. He barely pulls away and your faces are so close your lips are touching. You lean in, peck his lips in a quick action, and smile.
“Hi,” you say quietly
You look so adorable. Your cheeks have gotten red due to the cold outside. He smiles at you pulls away and grabs your hand walking beside you.
“So where are we going?” you ask curiously looking up at him
Without answering he smiles and takes the lead.
“It’s a surprise,” he says with a smirk on his face
“What do you mean surprise?” you ask. An unsure smile appears on your lips
“Trust me, hmm?” Taking a deep breath and taking a leap of faith in trusting him. Walking over to his car he opens the door for you. Thanking him he closes the door and walks over to the driver's seat.
It’s been about an hour since Jake picked you up from your dorm, and you end up in the middle of a gorgeous cherry magnolia tree. The white petals slowly fall from the branch. There’s a bridge leading up to a forest of them you gasp out loud bringing your hands up to your mouth and letting go of his. Walking across the bridge you take in the sight of the white flowers growing on the branches. This has to be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever come across. Turning back to Jake, you ask him “How do you know about this place? It’s so pretty, I didn’t even know this was here”
He looks around at the trees and makes you wait for a response
“I don’t know, had a couple of friends help me pick out a place you’d like. Plus I did do a little bit of digging. And by digging I mean I asked Sunoo what your favorite flower was”
At the mention of his friends, you think back and rack your brain, trying to remember if Jake ever mentioned any of his friends. Now realizing you’ve never met any of them. Remembering Sunoo mentioning this place, he wanted to visit sometime over winter break. You smile at the thought of Jake going to your friend for advice.
Caught up in your thoughts you don’t notice when Jake walks up behind you. A shiver runs up your spine when you feel his warm hands run along your waist, softly digging his face into the crook of your neck. Taking in the scent of strawberries, and looking around at the trees; you can’t get enough of how pretty the trees are during this time.
They must be even prettier during the springtime, you think. Fallen magnolia flowers pile near a bench, you walk over and take a seat pulling Jake by his hand to follow you. He pulled out his phone opened the camera app and snuck a few snaps of you. You looked so beautiful to him that he couldn’t resist, he set a reminder in his head to add it to your contact. Watching you made him feel so many things; things he’s never felt before for someone.
When you look back at him you pause for a moment, the look on his face makes you blush. Unconsciously he slowly leans into you faces close so close you can feel his cold breath against his, foreheads touching, finally lips touching. The taste of your sweet lips on his makes him burst with warmth.
The feeling of his soft lip against yours makes your tummy do summersaults, and your body feels immune to the cold as the warmth radiating from his body makes you feel like you are sitting next to a fire. Slowly, pulling away his big brown eyes look into yours. Crinkled at the corners as you smile at him. Breathing in you begin to question what your situation is now
Do you put a label on it? Are you guys boyfriend and girlfriend? Does he think this is just you ‘fooling around’? All those questions disappear when you speak up
“So what does this mean for us?” you ask
“Will you be mine?”
Finally, after waiting for so long. Nodding your head in response a big smile forms on your precious lips and you throw your arms around him. Feeling nothing but joy and happiness at this moment you get to share with your boyfriend
With finals out of the way and winter break starting Jake was over at your place for hours on end. Intimacy has been out of the picture for quite some time now. You wanted to see where this would go first. He took you out on dates around the city and he would even drive you out of town to show you some places he had seen while mindlessly scrolling on Tiktok and wanted to take you there.
Sitting on the couch with your boyfriend you both agreed to stay in today and put on traditional Christmas movies. Your head lay on his chest while his hands settled on your lower back. His hoodie was covering his long brunette hair, and his glasses over his features. In the small silence of the room with the movie quietly playing in the back, Jake starts to move his hands lower. Your hands end up moving up to his neck as you look up at him and scoot closer, you're face to face with him. Faces inches apart you slowly move your way closer to him. Your lips land on his and you move into a slow kiss. His soft lips melt into yours.
Moving his tongue between your lips for access; you grant him what he needs. The room is filled with the smacking of your lips. Sitting up Jake pulls you over his hips and he places his hands on your ass and squeezes. You let out a small whine when his cold hands make their way under the thin sweater you wore and make contact with your warm skin.
As he moves his hands upwards, the sweater starts to ride up your stomach making its way over your head the sweater is left on the floor now. Letting out a small gasp as your perked nipples come in contact with the cold air. Jake leans down and places his lips over your chest, the sensation makes you wet. You grind your hips over his hard-on; his loud groan filling the room.
Moaning into your chest, he kisses his way up over your neck. He stays there for a while, sucking and licking. You can feel your panties getting wetter from his actions he flips you over throws his glasses off onto the table, and lifts his hoodie off over his head. The sight of his abs makes you rub your thighs together to relieve the ache between them. Jake hooks his fingers on the waistband of your pants and pulls them down. Not before he asks, “You sure you want this?”
“Please, Jake. I need you so bad”
This turns him into a madman. He tears your pants off along with your soiled panties. He makes fast movements, bringing his fingers down to your heat and glides them through your folds.
“All this for me baby? Did I do this to you? So fucking needy you have your panties drenched for me? Huh, darling?”
“Only for you” you moan as his thumb comes in contact with your clit. Whimpering lowly, Jake makes his way down kissing your stomach, he stops at your pelvis. He looks up at you with his lower lip hanging low, jawline so fine he can through the tension between the two of you. He takes in the sight of your fucked out expression and moves his head under the blanket you shared.
He kisses your thighs and hooks his arms around them his lips hovered over yours, gripping his hair, needy for him. Finally, he digs his face into your sopping cunt, his tongue finds your clit and slowly he draws slow circles, teasing you.
“Jake, please”
“Be patient, baby. I swear I’ll make you feel so good”
Trusting his word, you let him do his thing. His tongue glides through your pussy making you quiver. Pulling your hips closer to his face, making sure you don’t move. Eating you out like it’s his last meal he rapidly flicks his tongue over your clit, your thighs shaking beside him from the pleasure. The sloppy sound of your pussy is the only sound in the room, the sound of the TV blocked out by the pleasure. Moving your hand up to your soft tit, you roll your nipple between your fingers moaning his name, not giving a care if you are too loud or not.
“Ugh, Jake you make me feel so good”
Gripping his hair hard you start to feel the burning sensation in your lower stomach. Chasing after your orgasm you start to blank, forgetting your own name his digits find your entrance. Dwelling in the feeling of your wet cunt against his lips he slowly enters you. Whines spew from your throat as you arch your back, looking down at him. Taking in the sight of his tongue repeatedly lap your cunt. You bite your lip so hard you think you're bleeding. Letting out a loud gasp you pull him up by his hair and bring him back to you; kissing his lips, you can taste yourself on his tongue.
“I need your cock, so bad” you say softly
Pulling away from you he pulls his sweats down along with his boxers. Impatient, he pulls his throbbing cock out teasing it against your entrance. Swollen, dripping, red tip, needy for your cunt.
“Do you have a condom?”
“I’m on the pill, it’s okay.”
Leaning in and giving you a sweet peck against your lips he sinks in slowly. His pace is slow at first, letting you adjust to him. You can feel every inch of him sinking in, getting deeper with his slow motions. His hands are on either side of your head holding himself steady. Finally, he bottoms out. Slowly but surely picking up his pace, you can feel every vein rub against your aching walls. Slamming his hips into yours, your back arches into him, head tilted back as you moan his name out, forgetting everything in your mind as you solely focus your attention on the pleasure. As he's moving in and out, he kisses you roughly. Teeth clashing against each other; the rough sounds of his hips pushing into yours make you feel that same sensation you had felt minutes ago.
Jake lays his face in the crook of your neck and kisses your collarbone. “Who’s making you feel so good, huh? Say my name, baby c’mon” he whispers into your ear. The feeling of you wrapped around him makes him pick up his pace at an animalistic speed. Never wanting to stop, he brings his thumb down and rubs against your clit, and for the second time tonight, you reach your high. You go lightheaded, seeing stars once again, and you whine as you reach your climax.
Three final thrusts, he pulls out and finishes on your stomach. Looking down you swipe your finger against his come and bring it up to your mouth. Sucking on your finger he pulls it away and kisses you.
You wake up the next day and lay in your bed. You had a t-shirt thrown over you with a fresh set of panties. You turn to your side to find your boyfriend peacefully sleeping. Moving your arm over his shoulder he places a hand on your wrist and kisses it. Sleepy eyes looking at you; he rolls you over and places his face on your neck.
“Good morning,” he says with a sleepy voice
“Hi, baby,” you say back to him.
Looking at the clock it read 10:00 am. You both had nowhere to be so you decide to stay in bed for a little while longer.
“How’d you sleep last night? I hope my bed was comfortable enough” you say
“It was plenty” he smiles with his eyes closed
Humming you go to walk over to the bathroom but you feel a tug on your arm. You land on his chest and he wraps his arm around you.
“Stay in bed for just a little while longer, love”
Now, finally out of bed. You and Jake made breakfast together but he soon had to go. He made plans with a friend he made while at the library. “My friend’s planning on throwing a Christmas party to celebrate the end of exams and the beginning of winter break,” his mouth still full of pancake. “You wanna come with me? You can even bring Heeseung and Sunoo along, too” Only thinking about it, Heeseung isn’t big on partying. Maybe you should ask Sunoo if he wants to go, you’re sure he doesn't have any plans. Swallowing what's left of your breakfast you perk up in your chair and give him your final decision.
“Yeah, I’ll text Sunoo and ask if he wants to go” he picks up his and your plate and walks it over to the sink to wash them. “Okay, great! The party starts at 8, I’ll pick you up around 7:30” he explains as he puts away the now-washed plate next to the drying rack by the sink. Walking over to pick up his jacket hanging from the back of his chair he leans down and pecks you on your forehead. You rise from your seat and walk him out to the front door. When he’s done putting on his shoes you place a hand on his shoulder and rise on your tiptoes to place a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. But he moves in for a proper kiss. “I’ll see you later” Waving your hand goodbye, you watch him disappear around the corner.
With your dorm void of your boyfriend, you decide to call up Sunoo to come over. Heeseung was out of town visiting his family for the holidays so it was just him in the dorm. The phone rings three times before he picks up.
“Hello?”
“Sunoo, are you doing anything right now?” you play with your hair as you talk to him
“Nothing. Why?”
“You wanna hang out today at my place? I’m bored. It takes him a few seconds until he responds.
“Okay I’ll be over in a few”
Sitting in silence with a movie playing in the background you suddenly say “We fucked”
Sunoo is left speechless, which confuses you because ever since you have mentioned Jake all he can talk about is if you’ve gotten dicked down yet. His mouth is hung open as he tries to process what you just said. After a few minutes of silence from him, he finally yells into the air and jumps around the room like a bunny rabbit. “Oh my God! All of a sudden?! Tell me everything!” you begin to explain the whole story to him. From your date to the magnolia trees to him asking you to be his girlfriend. Talking about makes you feel all giddy all over again. Sunoo, being your best friend and all, was so unbelievably happy for you.
You would need to tell Heeseung when he got back, but knowing Sunoo he would probably tell him right when he returned to their dorm. Thinking back on everything that’s happened to you in the past months has you feeling blessed. Jake has made you feel things you haven’t felt in a long time. But, sometimes you’d like to think everything is going so well. But what do they always say? There’s always a calm before the storm, is it?
“Hey, honey” your mother called you over the phone
“Hi what’s up?” placing your phone on your vanity as you touched up your makeup
Today was the party that Jake had told you about a few days ago. From what you heard from Jake, the party wasn’t supposed to be big. Just close friends of his and maybe a few other guests. You asked Sunoo if he wanted to come but long story short he had already made plans the day of but he also didn’t feel like third wheeling. He would be at his parent’s house anyway for the holidays.
“Are you coming over for Christmas? We miss you over here” From the tone of her voice you can imagine a pout forming on her lips
“Yes, Mom I already told Dad that I’d drive down to the airport and take the first flight out” You had missed your parents dearly, when you told them you wanted to go to school down in Seoul they supported you 100%. The flight from Korea to your hometown was a long way away. You were a bit disappointed that Jake wouldn’t be joining you, but understandingly he had told you that he already made plans to fly out to see his parents in Australia.
Guessing you would just have to wait you’d till you were both back to exchange gifts.
“Okay, Niyah misses you too she won’t stop asking for her Cuddle” ‘Cuddle’ was a name your niece gave you because she wasn’t able to say your name. Cuddle just stuck and she’s been calling you that ever since. “Tell her I’ll be back soon and that I miss her too” Smiling at the thought of your baby niece.
“I need to go Mom. I’ll call you when I board the plane, I love you”
“Okay be safe, I love you too”
Your phone beeps indicating of the voice call ending. Music starts to vibrate through your room again after your abrupt phone call from your mother as you stand from your desk and walk over to your closet. Before you can look through your closet for something to wear for the party a knock is heard from the front door. Jake stands on the other side of the door with his hands behind his back waiting for you patiently to let him.
A small “Hi, baby” comes from your mouth as you softly lean yourself against him. He places a hand behind your head and leans down, pecking your lips. “Hi, my love”
Stepping to the side you walk back to your room as he follows you. He walks over to your bed and lays down. Placing his hands behind his head as if he were relaxing in paradise.
“Jake” you call out for his attention. Standing in front of your closet once again you pull out two dresses. A red satin dress and a simple black one
“Hm?” he says with raised eyebrows.
“Which one looks better? The black one or the red one? I can’t decide” you ask him. He looks back and forth between you and the dresses. Turning to the mirror you put both of the dresses up to your body. The ruffling of sheets can be heard behind you. You can see Jake push himself off the bed and walk towards you
Jake sneaks his hands on your waist and looks at you in the mirror. “You look good in anything, baby. But maybe the black one. I think it suits you better than the red one.” he tells you. You turn in his arms raising your arms to wrap around his neck. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and he squeezes around your waist. Tilting your head back you look at him his smiling face looks down at you, his eyes searching over your soft features.
He leans in to kiss your forehead, then down your nose, and then your lips. “Okay” Detaching your body from his, you walk to your closet to put the red dress away and put on the black one Jake had chosen.
Jake is waiting outside in your living room as you finish up the last of your makeup and making sure you look presentable; this is your first time meeting his friends. When you walk out of your room, he looks up to the sound of your door closing and watches you in awe. You look stunning, stopping his heart for a second with the way you look tonight. A radiating smile glows on his face as he can’t seem to take his eyes off you.
He walks closer to you and stands there admiring your form. Completely breathtaking. Inching closer to you he can’t hold himself back from touching you. Slowly wrapping your arms around his waist as his hands come up to cup your cheeks.
“What?” you laugh
He softly pulls you in for a soft kiss. It’s slow and comforting, never failing to make your heart stop at every little touch. He pulls away and breathes in your scent. “You look so beautiful, darling.” Maybe you shouldn’t have added blush while you were doing your makeup. Your face was completely flush by the warmth of your dorm and the warmth he brings you every time he compliments you.
“Let’s get going now” he holds your hand and leads you to the front door. But not before you pick up your bag and you coat.
When you pull up to the party, there are a lot more people than you were told. It was more like a house party. Walking through the door, loud music was bumping through the air, sweaty bodies were being pushed up against one another.
Jake’s holding onto your hand making sure he doesn’t lose you in the crowd of people. “Let’s go to the kitchen, you want something to drink?” he yells over the music. Barely making out what he had said you nod your head at him and let him take the lead.
You don’t see many familiar faces around. Maybe some of the students you see at your lectures but that’s it. When you walk into the kitchen, Jake makes out a few familiar faces and walks over to them. He greets the many friends that he made over the past few weeks. “Hey, man,” his friend said leaning in for a hug. His eyes make their way over to you and scans you up and down. He points at you and says “Who’s this” with a smile on his face.
“Ah, guys. This is my girlfriend” he tells them your name and introduces you. “This is Chan, Jay, and Felix” He points to the one who couldn’t take his eyes away from you, Jay, and you nod your head at them as a greeting.
“It’s nice to meet you all,” you say
Jay speaks up and looks at you as if he knows you. “We have the same afternoon class, right? You always sit in that same seat up in the front,” he says with a smirk. “Yeah, I think we do. But I don’t think I have ever seen you” He makes a face as if you’ve shot him the heart “Oof, well to be fair I do keep to myself a lot”
“I’m always sat in the back. We should sit together, it’s nice to know I’ll have someone in that class that I know” Jake watches the whole interaction. He clenches his jaw as he sees the way Jay keeps looking at you up and down. You haven’t noticed it as you continue to laugh at what he says.
“Yeah, we should. I don’t know a lot of people in that class so it’s nice to know that I know at least one person”
You feel Jake’s hand pull you closer to him by your waist. You look up at him to see his irritated expression. You place a hand on his cheek and turn his head to you. “What’s the matter, baby?” His jaw is locked as he has an iron grip on you “Let’s go to the living room”
He guides you to one of the couches with heavy music blaring in your ears. He takes his seat and places you on his lap. Wrapping your arm around his neck he digs his face into the crook of your neck. You can feel his lips skin over your skin, and you feel goosebumps all over. “Are you okay” you whisper into his ear for only him to hear.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Looking into your eyes they scan over your face and land on your soft lips. He turns his head to deepen the kiss and he slips his tongue through your lips. Breathing in your flowery scent his hands glide down to your ass, pushing lightly on his chest so he could let you go. You realize you’re in public with other people around. Looking at your surroundings your eyes randomly fall in line with Jay. His eyes were already on you, Jake follows your line of sight and catches Jay looking at the both of you. He pushes you off him softly and excuses himself. “I need a drink,” he says in an almost growl. Chasing after him you place a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
“Wait, are you mad at me?” you say in a small voice. He only shakes his head and cups your cheeks. “No, I’m not mad at you baby. I’m just a little tired. You know I’ve been a bit stressed, having to pack and plan out all my stuff to visit my family tomorrow.” You know when he’s lying, but not wanting to fight any further, you listen to him. “Why don’t we go home then huh? We can go back to my place?”
Nodding his head at your suggestion he places his hand on your lower back to guide you to the exit. Before you can make it past the door, Jay stops you and wraps his arm around Jake’s shoulder. “Leaving already,” he says “The party just started” Jake shoves his arm off and rolls his shoulder. “Look, man, I’m not in the mood right now, so why don’t you just fuck off and leave us alone” Irritation can be heard in his tone, his brows furrowed, jaw clenched. This is the angriest he’s been around you.
Thinking back to his tone, you begin to realize how rude he was. When you walk out the door you walk a few steps behind your boyfriend as you try to keep up with him you run up to him and clasp your hand with his, but he immediately pulls back. What the fuck was with him? Did you do something to upset him? You couldn’t have, he told you nothing was wrong He looks down at you with an angry look on his face. “I’m not in the mood right now. Can we just go to your apartment?”
Nodding your head lowly you begin to walk in silence
When you walk through the door to your dorm Jake walks in behind you. It’s silent on his end, not a word coming from his mouth. He places his coat on your desk chair and sits on your bed on his phone. The vibe is off in the room that you can feel the tension seep in between the two of you. You don’t like it; you despise sitting in silence not knowing how to bring up what happened at the party. Taking a seat in front of him where your desk chair is you look at him until he looks up from his phone and at you.
Your arms are folded over each other on the back of the chair as you lay your chin over them. “Baby,” you say in a small pout. He hums in response his attention focused on his phone. This action only infuriates you. You tug on his arm and he looks up at you with an irritated expression his eyebrows furrowed.
“Hey, what’s the matter with you why are you so mad?”
“I’m not mad, what are you talking about”
You stand and you can feel your blood start to boil. The atmosphere of the room makes you feel unsettled.
“What am I talking about? What the fuck are you talking about Jake? I’m not the one that has a problem here”
“Neither do I!” he shouts back at you. Now he’s starting to irritate you.
“You do, what the hell is bothering you so much that you’re yelling at me?!” The room starts to feel hot, and the feeling in your stomach makes you want to hurl. You don’t like fighting with Jake. You hate this feeling rising in your chest. You have never fought with Jake before. It would only be about small things like who left the sink on or who didn’t close the refrigerator door.
“At the party,” finally you get an answer out of him. “Are you s out of this world to see that Jay was eyeing you all night and he was clearly flirting with you” What? What is he talking about? Yes, you saw him glance over to you for a second but you completely ignored him. It’s the first time fighting with him and it’s over something completely stupid. Was he jealous?
“No, I did not see him looking at me because I was solely focused on you the whole night. I’ve had my attention on you because why would I even bat an eye at him when I’m with you?! That doesn’t make any sense to me Jake” It takes you a while to figure out what was going on. Jake couldn’t let go of the fact that Jay was looking at you the whole night.
“Are you seriously jealous right now? I was trying to get along with your friends. Nothing even went on but a small conversation between two people and you’re seriously jealous,” The tone in your voice is raised and you can feel your blood boil up your skin. Jake turns and picks his jacket off your chair walking away from the conversation. You can practically see steam coming out from his ears.
“Look, I can’t do this right now. I need to get my stuff together before tomorrow.” he says
“Oh! So you’re walking out is what you’re doing. You’re not even willing to talk this out?”
“Yes, I am. I cannot argue with you, my head is pounding and I just can’t deal with this. I need to leave” he says sternly
“Merry Christmas” he walks out the door leaving nothing behind. You can hear your heart shatter in your ears. The door slamming behind you, Jake walks out the door along with your heart.
“Merry Christmas to you too,” you say softly under your breath
When you see your family again you feel everything disappear from the night before for a moment. You haven’t spoke to Jake since he walked out on you last night. Not a single phone call or text from him. The feeling of no contact from him sets an uneasy feeling in your stomach.
The day after Christmas your sister, Mia, walks into your old room and takes a seat at the foot of your bed.
“What’s wrong?” you look up at her. Her face has a look of sorrow. You hadn’t been that obvious, had you? That fight shouldn’t have affected you as much as it did. You’ve only been going out for a little less than a month. So why do you feel so distraught?
“Nothing, why?” you respond to her.
“Well, you’ve been a little quiet since you came home a few days ago and you’ve been kind of down. Did something happen?”
It takes you a moment to collect your thoughts. Thinking back to the argument you and Jake had, you about the things that he said and you realize how stupid this whole argument is. Another thing you realize is that your family does not know that you have a boyfriend.
“Um, I haven’t told anyone yet because I know if I did Mom would freak the fuck out and make a whole scene about it and I’m trying to get away from drama at the moment.”
Mia furrows her brows in confusion and thinks about the things you’ve talked about since you got back.
“What did you not tell us?”
You’re laid on your side on your bed facing away from your sister you reply softly in a small voice “I have a boyfriend”. You say it in an almost whisper she almost doesn’t catch it the first time. “You have a what!”
Sitting up from your bed frantically you put a hand over her mouth and shush her. “Be quiet! I told you mom doesn’t know yet and I don’t wanna tell her until later”
A smile creeps up on her lips and she starts to scream. She quickly lowers her tone when she realizes just how loud she’s being. “Oh my God, what’s his name? How did you guys meet? How long have you been together? OH! Did you guys do it yet?”
Her constant questions get you to burst out laughing. You miss when you were able to tell her everything that goes on in your life. But that changed when you went off to college and she started working and started a family.
“Oh god, Mia, calm down please. I’ll tell you everything later. But right now I’m kinda in a rough situation.” You continue to explain the whole argument to your sister and she sits and listens to you.
“Is he a fucking idiot? Does he not trust you enough to know that you only have eyes for him? Look, if he doesn’t come up to you and try to resolve the issue between you two is he worth pining for? Is he worth your tears and your energy?” Before you can respond to her she cuts you off before you can get your first word out
“No, I didn’t think so. Think about it babe you’ve only been dating this guy for how long and he’s already messed up because of something stupid,”
“I know, but what I feel for him is real. It’s so real to me that it scares me how much I care about him” You can feel tears well up behind your eyes. Thinking this deeply about your feelings toward Jake makes you realize how much of a constant he has become in your life. You don’t remember living life before you met him. And that scares you.
“I want this to work out for us. I’ve never felt this way for someone before. He makes me feel so happy,” This comes out in a small voice. You have never been this genuinely happy with someone before
A beat of silence passes as Mia tries to accumulate her words. She sighs and places a hand on your shoulder. “Babe, I just want what’s best for you, you know that. If you think waiting for him is the right thing to do, then wait. If he ever hurts you and makes you unhappy I swear to God call me and I’m bringing my ass down there to kick his” Laughing with tears in your eyes you pull her in for a tight hug.
“I will, I love you”
“I love you too, sis”
The drive back from the airport to your dorm was awful. Cars piling on the road from coming home from holiday ended in unbearable traffic. You had caught a cold from your niece and the weather didn’t help with your symptoms either. Sunoo offered to pick you up, but you declined his offer because Jake had said that he would be picking you up from the airport. Now you are starting to regret your decisions. You hadn’t heard from him in a while. Before the argument he had told you he was coming back the day before you. So, you had some hopes of meeting him when you first arrived home. But to your dismay, you were met with an empty drop-off area and baggage claim. You had to lug around your suitcases until you finally found an Uber driver.
When you reach your dorm, you’re met with a bouquet of magnolias lying next to your door. Dropping your bags on the floor you pick up the flowers in search of a note. It looks like it’s been here for a while. Some of the pedals are a bit wilted but still pretty, nonetheless. A small white piece of paper is found in the middle of the beautiful flowers. Putting your hand in to fetch it out you unravel it and read what was displayed.
My baby, I’m sorry for what happened before we parted. I was being immature, and I wasn’t thinking straight. I’m sorry for ruining your Christmas and not checking up on you. Just know that I was thinking about you during the time we couldn’t spend together I just felt so guilty for the way I acted I felt I didn’t deserve to talk to you yet. I’m ready to talk whenever you want to
Please call or text me when you get these. I’m sorry.
- Jake
The words written on the piece of paper pull on your heartstrings. You truly did miss him. He went through the trouble of buying you flowers and writing a note? Opening the front door to your dorm you pull your things in along with the flowers inside. Your heart nearly jumps from your chest when you hear rustling come from your desk. The body perks up and turns to face you. Jake had been sitting there since the day he came back from his hometown, waiting for you to come back home to him. He stands there taking in your presence. He had missed you, so much. Slowly walking over to you, not sure whether he’s allowed to touch you.
The tension between you seems to have dissipated from the time you’ve been apart. It’s quiet. Waiting for him to speak up. Waiting for him to apologize for what he’s done. Waiting for him. Dreading the days to see him again and reconcile your damaged feelings. Finally, after what felt like hours but in reality were only a few seconds. Jake finally pulls you in bear hugging you tightly as if he hasn’t seen you in years. He buries his face into the crook of your neck and inhales your scent. Oh, how he’s missed you. His arms tighten around your waist when you slowly bring your hands up to his shoulders.
“I missed you, love” he whispers into your cold skin. You sniffle due to your cold but also due to the tears you feel once again. The touch of his breath against your skin makes chills run up and down your body. You had been pining for him for days now. Finally, in the arms of your lover, you begin to feel a bit at ease. But you still felt uneasy not talking about the issue that has occurred between the two of you.
“I’ve missed you too,” you say in barely a whisper. He pulls away and he stays close to you. His hands are on your elbows, and he looks down at you. His brows slightly fall when he hears your nazely voice. He places his warm hand over your burning skin. “Did you catch a cold?” he says in a worried voice. Moving your hands, wrapping them around his wrist you calm down his worries. “Yes, but I’m fine. Nothing but hot soup will cure me” you say with a small smile on your face.
After, getting changed into more comfortable and clean clothes Jake wraps you in your blanket on your bed and sits by your side as he nurses you back to health.
“Did you see my note?” His head down in shame as he waits for your answer. You only nod your head in response. He’s playing with the sleeve of your sweater and looks back up at you again. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry I acted the way I did. I was being stupid, and I had alcohol in my system and I was thinking straight.’ It’s silent before you say anything. Thinking about what to say to his apology you look up at him and try to read his expression.
You could see the sorrow in his eyes; those cute puppy dog eyes that you’re so used to seeing everyday. He had a look of defeat on his features. You’ve never seen this side of him, this vulnerable side of him. Speaking up you say, “Jake that doesn’t give you the right to assume things about me. Do you not trust me?” he interrupts you in the middle of your speech. “I do trust you, my love. I just don’t trust him.”
“Baby, the only person you should be trusting is me, okay? I’m your girlfriend. I’m the one you should be trusting, not him. For us to work there needs to be trust between the both of us. If you can’t do that then there is no us.”
This makes his heartbeat pick up. Of course, he trusts you. But the way that Jay had kept his eyes on you the whole night just made him so angry that he started to blame you for reasons that he didn’t quite understand. He wants so badly for this to work out between you two. You’re impossibly the best thing that’s happened to him since he moved here.
Frantically, his grip on your sleeve becomes a bit tighter. Like he’s scared if he doesn’t hold on tight enough you’ll dissipate into thin air “I do trust you, baby, believe me I do. Okay. Can we please just forget this whole thing? Will you accept my apology? I miss you.” he moves his hands up from your wrist gently grazing your neck until they land on your cheeks. The look in his eye is now desperate. He needs you in his life, just like you he can’t recall living his life before he met you. He can’t screw up now. Finally, nodding your head he smiles that big smile that he always sports and pulls you in for a kiss.
Finally, things are back to the way they were for now.
Classes have started up again but thankfully your professors have taken it easy on you. The downside of this new schedule is that you haven’t gotten to spend as much time with Jake as you had before. With his schedule being completely different from yours you always manage to find time for him. He told you he was going to start being a better boyfriend for you ever since that fight. Often you would come home to takeout on your front door handle with a little note that he would write for you.
It was nice coming home to little things from him. The only times you got to spend time together was when he would come over when the both of you had a clear schedule. That time spent with him was your favorite.
Sitting at your desk, you hear keys jingle at your door. You gave Jake a spare key to your room whenever he felt like coming over, to save you the trouble of having to get up from your desk and answering the door yourself. At this point, he was living with you. He spent most of his time at your dorm while you were at classes and barely any time was spent at his. He had made your home his home. You would sometimes come home to him snuggled in your blanket asleep. Of course, Layla was cuddle next to him
You can hear his footsteps from behind you as you work on your laptop. Feeling his hands wrap around your shoulders and his face leaning into the side of yours, you can feel your heart rate pick up. Everything has gone so well between the two of you. It almost seems unreal.
He pecks you on your cheek and snuggles himself into your side.
“What are you doing, love”, turning your head to face him, you smile deeply at him and peck his lips. Moving your attention back to your laptop you reply back to him “Working on this midterm paper. Classes have been so hectic I barely have time to take a break.” Upon hearing this Jake reaches his hand over to the screen of your laptop and shuts it closed, you turn to him with a look of confusion.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you a break” A small grin placed on his face, and he brings his face closer to yours. He places his soft lips against yours and moves in slowly. His hand is under your jaw caressing softly. He pulls away and looks into your wide eyes. “I’m gonna draw you a bath relax a bit baby you’ve been working hard for the past few weeks I haven’t seen you step away from your work once. How does that sound?” he tells you softly. “ You’re right, hmm. That sounds amazing thank you, baby”
He turns and makes his way to your bathroom. You hear the faucet of the bathtub begin to run. Jake’s phone was left next to where you were sitting and it’s only then that you hear it buzzing with a notification and your heart sinks for a moment. The name read ‘Amelia’ honestly, the only friends you have on campus are your best friends and Jake. You have never heard of this name before. Even in your lecture halls you have never once heard of this person. The name doesn’t ring a bell. But in order to also make a relationship work you need privacy, so that’s what you do. You ignore the constant buzzing of his phone and walk over to the bathroom where Jake is waiting for you
The sound of the water sloshing and the steaming bathroom make you feel warm inside. Jake’s sitting at the edge of the tub waiting for you to finish up in the other room. Your hand falls to the hem of your shirt and you slowly glide the fabric up your torso. Next, your sweats fall along with your panties. Jake sits as he watches you undress yourself. He can feel himself grow hard and his pants become unbearably tight. He suddenly stands up and takes long strides walking over to you. His hands land on your naked waist and you look up at him and bring your hands to the clasp of your bra. Finally undoing it Jake’s eyes fall to your soft breast. Nipples perking as your chest is hit with the slightly cold air in the room. You can see the drool fall from his lips.
“Why don’t you join me?” you raise a brow at him; teasing him. Immediately he tears his shirt and pants off as he guides you to the tub. Lifting his leg to get in first, he takes your hand softly and guides you on top of his lap. You can feel his hard cock against your thigh. His arms wrap around your middle, and you can feel his lift place soft kisses on your shoulder. His right arm manages to take hold of your tit and the other slowly glides down to where you need him the most.
His hand grazes your thigh and you shiver at the touch. The kiss on your neck makes you sigh out in lust. You have never needed him so badly; completely forgetting everything that’s happened in the last twenty minutes. Finally, his finger makes contact with your clit rubbing figure eights. Whimpering his name in a low breath makes him even more wired.
“Yeah, baby? You like that? Huh?” He says into your ear. Licking up to your jawline his plants kisses just beneath your ear and back down to your neck. The wet muscle circles as he sucks and bites with his teeth. Placing a love bite on your skin leaving a mark. His finger enters you slowly; you let out a low moan out of pleasure. His speed begins to pick up as he adds in another. Pleasure building in the pit of your stomach. His right arm moves across your chest, so your tits are pushed up against it.
“Oh my god, Jake. You make me feel so fucking good” You moan into his ear. With that, he turns you so you’re facing him now. “Fuck I can’t. I need to be inside of you” His hand wraps around his cock. The tip is red and throbbing you can see his veins. Stroking it once, twice, he teases at your entrance. The sloshing of the water is the only sound heard in the bathroom from your squirming. Sliding his cock between your folds; you look down at where you connect and moan his name. “Please, I need you in me. Need you to cum in me, Jake, please” you beg for him.
At this, manhandling you so your turned to him. Chest against his and he finally enters you. The stretch of his cock has you whining from how good he feels. The feeling of him inside of you has you starstruck. You’ll never get used to the way it makes you feel. His hand finds the bottom of your ass and he moves you up slowly. Your hands wrap around his shoulders as you dig your face into his neck. “Move. Please” you plead into his burning skin
“If you say so,” he says in a teasing voice. He bounces you on his cock and he meets you halfway. You bite onto his shoulder to muffle your sounds. You get enough noise complaints from the students in the building, you don’t need another one. The pace is fast, and animalistic, you can feel him prod deeply into you. He can feel himself in your stomach. He brings your hand to where he can feel himself inside of you.
“You feel that baby? So fucking deep in you I can feel myself” Moaning louder you can feel the burn build up in your tummy. Your thighs begin to burn and your hold on his shoulders become tighter. You feel yourself cum all over his cock. And with three last thrusts, he paints your walls in white as he finishes inside of you.
Sitting in silence, catching your breaths and coming down from your highs his hold on your waist tightens as he lifts you from the tub and grabs a towel to clean you off. His cock softens inside of you; you moan at the loss of being connected to him. Jake walks you to the bed and lays you down. He places a small kiss on your neck and tells you, “I’ll be right back” You smile at him and watch him walk away. But you see him grab his phone and look at it.
The unfamiliar name drags you back to that feeling from earlier.
Heeseung was back from his trip, and he invited you over to catch up on recent events of each others lives. Being apart from your best friends made you realize how much you’ve missed them. You sat on the couch as he was getting something ready in the kitchen. “Hey, how was the trip?” you ask him. He walks back with a tray in his hand and places it in front of you. It was an assortment of snacks he had brought back from his hometown.
“It was good, Lina’s doing good. I haven’t seen her in so long I missed her so much.” Lina, Heeseung’s girlfriend of almost a year, they met through you. She had asked about your friend and wanted to know if he was single. You put them on a date and, bam, they’re in a long serious relationship! Simple as that. It’s good to hear that she’s doing good. You hadn’t seen her in so long.
“Ahh, I miss her too. I haven’t talked to her since the last time I saw her. That was probably before summer break this year.”
Heeseung changes the subject to you now. “So, what’s up with you? How’s your family? I know you haven’t seen them in a while either.”
“They’re great. I got to see baby Aria again. She’s grown so much and she's walking now” You smile thinking about your niece.
Your phone suddenly buzzes with a notification from Sunoo.
Sunoo: Hey, wya rn?
Me: At ur place why? Did something happen?
Sunoo: Meet me at the café in 5 min
The serious texts makes your heart beat pick up. What happened? Did something happen to him? You look up to Heeseung and his focus is on the TV now. “Hee, I gotta go. Sunoo said he needs me for something” you tell him.
“Oh okay, what happened” He watches as you rise from your seat and collect you things to leave.
“I don’t know he won’t tell me. I’ll talk to you later” bending down to peck his cheek you place your bag over your shoulder and leave through the door. Hoping nothing bad has happened to your friend
After almost crashing a dozen times you make your way to the entrance of the café. Sunoo is sitting at one of the tables in the back waiting for you. He has a drink next to him and your usual next to the seat that’s supposed to be yours.
“Hey,” you greet him. He looks up at you with a look you can’t explain.
“So are you gonna explain to me what’s going on or what, your text earlier scared the shit out of me and I’m still a little on edge so can you please hurry and explain what the hell is going on” you say with a faux small on your face
“Hey, I’m sorry if I freaked you out but I need to tell you something.” He pulls his phone out from his back pocket and shows you a picture. You can feel your heart stop to your stomach. The color completely drains from your face as your shaky hands reach out to take ahold of his phone.
Displayed on the screen is a picture of Jake, with his hand on a girl’s waist, and they seem close to each other. You scroll, and there’s yet another picture of them. He’s smiling at her, and his face is close to hers nearly lips touching. The tears that swell in your eyes threaten to spill out. You can barely make out words to say. Completely in shock of what you see. It’s your boyfriend and a girl that isn’t you in his arms. You want to scream at the world for being so blind to this. You want so badly to hit something. You need to get out of here
There’s no way. He said that he was going to be better, and he said that he wanted to make this work. How could he betray you like this?
You stand from your seat abruptly making the chair squeak against the floor. Eyes fall on you as you quickly grab your things.
“Sunoo, I need to go,” you say in a small voice. He nods in understanding, and you rush towards your car. You look down at your phone and see his name pop up on your screen. ‘Hey baby wya? I miss you.’ the text reads. This only makes you angrier. You need to calm down before you crash and get into an accident.
The next thing you know your at his apartment complex. You walk up the stairs and storm into his living space. Jake jolts in surprise and looks at you. Fiery in your eyes you make your way to him and push at his shoulders, hard. “How could you? You said you were going to be better. You said that you wanted this to work” You pushed him again. “Why would you do this to me?” your lungs begin to burn from the constant yelling. Pushing him after each word your tears falling from your eyes. The pounding of your heart is heard in your ears. You’re screaming at the top of his lungs waiting for him to explain.
“Baby, what are you talking about?” He takes hold of your wrist trying to calm you down. Again, pushing him away you retaliate and keep your distance from him. His act only pushes you to the edge “I saw the pictures, Jake. I’m not fucking stupid” He can feel his heart drop when he finally realizes what you’re talking about. “I can explain”
“No, what is there to explain? I could see how close you were to her and the way you held her. You’re supposed to hold me like that. Not anyone else!” you yell at him. Hurt and anger are laced in your voice. “I need to get out of here,” you say in a quiet tone. Digging your hands in your hair, frustrated with yourself, with Jake. He tries to reach out to you, but you only push him away.
“Don’t touch me,” Pushing him back harder he stumbles back. You make your way to the door and walk back to your car. It’s silent. Unleashing the pent-up emotions inside of you; you sob into your hands. Your head begins to ache because of how much you cry. Your head hits against the wheel as you begin to shake from anger. You’ve never hurt this much. All your love was wasted into something, someone that wasn’t willing to give you that same love back.
The feeling of your phone buzzing in your pocket grabs your attention. Lifting your head you pat your pockets searching for the device you turn the screen over to read the name of the incoming voice call. “__?”
“Sunoo” you sob his name out
“Can I come over?”
It’s been a few weeks since you last spoke to Jake. Your phone has been blowing up with texts and calls from him. Telling you how sorry he is; that he needs to talk to you and that he messed up. You can’t bear the thought of talking to him face to face. Thinking about him hearts you as much as he already has. Sunoo and Heeseung drop in every other day, taking turns to make sure you were okay and you were eating properly. It hasn’t gotten easier, but you still managed to get out of bed and get to class.
As usual, you almost end up falling asleep in class from the sleepless nights. It’s not until you feel a tap on your shoulder that you perk up. Turning around you met face-to-face with a familiar face. Jay? Was that his name? You can’t be bothr to remember the face of the one person that started the argument between you and your ex-boyfriend. His chin is lying on his arms resting on the back of your chair. “Hey,” he says in a whisper, trying to keep his voice low. Rolling your eyes you look away and try to focus your attention back on the lesson. Without realizing the time class was over.
Heavy footsteps could be heard from behind you. Jay appears on your side and he places a hand on your shoulder. “What’s wrong? Did something happen between you and your boyfriend” Looking at his face makes you feel disgusted. Only reminding you of one of the worse times in your relationship.
“Hey, hey, hey” placing his hands in front of you to stop you in your tracks. From the corner of his eye, he can see Jake, throwing daggers at him. Jay looks down at you and pulls you in. His lips barely touch you before you shove him away. “What the fuck, Jay?!” Before Jay could look back to see Jake, he had already fled. “What? It’s not bad to switch it up sometimes. Plus I heard that you’re not with Jake anymore. You know, moving on is a natural thing to do after you break up with someone” he says with a smug look on his face. “Fuck off asshole”
Shoving his shoulder as you walk past him. Tears start to stream down your eyes as you pick up your steps through the halls to make it to the library. You had a shift today after school. When you walk through the door you half expect Jake to be there. Seeing his usual seat empty your hopes are crushed. You forget why you’re even in the situation that you are in with him for a moment. Everything begins to come rushing back. The girl texting him things a girl shouldn’t be texting a guy in a relationship. You can’t even begin to see him the same way you used to see him.
Pushing everything to the back of your head you sit down and wait for people to come up to the desk and help them out. Hours after your shift started Jake walks through the doors, with a neutral look on his face. Not with that usual happy look on his face radiating joy. You haven’t communicated in any way for weeks. He walks over to his usual spot. He only looks at you for a split second before he looks over to the manager, fixing the used books on a cart.
“Hey, um, Jungha, can I talk to you for a second?” With a shake of his head, he motions his head to follow him to the door behind the desk. Following him with your eyes, you begin to wonder when your shift ends. Being stuck here with him for the next two hours is going to be hell. You called in sick for about two weeks. Jungha was nice enough about it and let you off and give yourself some time to heal. About 15 minutes later, Jake walks out of the room but he doesn’t stop at his usual chair next to you, no, he walks to the door and leaves. What? Did he take the day off or something? You shouldn’t care about what he’s doing with his life, but you do. How can you not? You were in love with him. You still are. Holding back your tears you turn your attention back to your work. Your phone vibrates next to you, Sunoo texts you asking if you want to come over. You look over at the clock and realize just how much time has passed. Your shift was ending in a few minutes. Texting Sunoo back, you collect your things and shut down a bit earlier today. You walk out the door and call Sunoo to tell him you’re on your way.
Jake hadn’t come into work for the last couple of days. You had secretly been waiting for him to walk through the door but his cute puppy dog-like eyes haven’t made their appearance yet. Lazing around at your desk with your head held in your head and making little doodles on the piece of paper in front of you. Jungha catches sight of your dull expression and he places a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“I need to tell you something.” This gets you to perk up. Did something happen to him? “Uh, I know that you guys were together and he told me not to say anything to you but you were going to eventually figure out eventually why he isn’t here anymore.” he pauses.
“The reason why he wanted to talk the other day was because,” he takes the seat next to you and looks down at his hands. “He said that he wanted to quit. He couldn’t sit here for hours knowing that you guys wouldn’t talk. And just to let you know these are his words not mine. He also said he couldn’t stand the fact that he wouldn’t enjoy being here knowing that you were angry with him.” All this new information brings new emotions. Did he quit because of you? If anything it should have been you who should have quit.
“Oh” is all you say. What else are you supposed to say? You don’t want to seem pathetic for crying over your ex-boyfriend in front of your manager, that would be too embarrassing for your own good. You shake your head and get back to drawing your little doodles. Trying to distract yourself the best you could. You couldn't handle the thought of not seeing Jake anymore at work. Not seeing him at all.
At the end of your shift, you make your way to Sunoo and Heeseung’s place. You can’t bear the thought of being alone for the night; you need the comfort of your best friends. You open the door with one of the spare keys they had given you when they first bought the place. To Heeseung’s surprise, you make your way over to him on the couch and plop yourself down face-first on the other couch. “Hey,” he says with his furrowed brows. Placing a gentle hand to the back of your head.
“You okay?” Sitting up properly you shake your head. After hearing all the noise from the living room Sunoo emerges from his room and finds you sitting on his couch. “I don’t remember inviting you over” He says in a joking manner. You look over to the voice of your best friend. “Stop acting like you don’t love having me over” He rolls his eyes and walks to the kitchen to grab a snack.
“How do you feel today? You look even more down than you do most days. Did something happen?” He speaks from behind the fridge. You wait for him to turn the corner so you don’t have to yell. You don’t want them to get a noise complaint because of the shouting. “Jake quit at the library because of me,” you say blankly. Some silence passes and Sunoo shoots from his seat on the couch. “Is he out of his goddamn mind? Why did he quit? It should have been you who should have quit not the other way around. What the hell? He wants to die because I swear to God the last thing he’ll see is my fist in his face”
Looking at him with your jaw slack after the long rant you just witnessed. “What the hell are you looking at? I’m being so real right now. What makes him think he needs the time away from you after what he did to you,” The room goes silent. The only sound reverberating through the room is the TV playing the back. Heeseung sits watching the scene, completely in awe of the way that Sunoo is acting. And then out of the silence, Heeseung bursts out laughing. Then you’re in tears of laughter. Sunoo looks at the two of you like you’re the ones that are crazy. “Look I’m just stating facts if he wants to be a little pussy then he can be one but I won’t have my best friend looking dumb because of some guy that she met not that long ago.” This catches you off guard. Sure Sunoo never genuinely liked Jake.
But he tried his best for you. Because he wanted what was best for you. But this was drawing the line. “What are you talking about Sunoo? Do you have any idea how happy I was when I was with him?” you begin to argue. The laughter has far died down. “Yes, I understand that but look at the condition he left you in,” he exclaims. “For fucks sake you had to take two weeks off of work because of that asshole. You weren’t eating properly, fuck you weren’t even taking proper care of youself” You’re left speechless. You want to believe that there is still something there. Even after everything that’s happened, you still have hope. “Maybe I should just talk to him about it because he never even gave me an explanation because I walked away” Raising from your seat you walk towards the door.
“I just want what’s best for you” Sunoo speaks from behind you. “I need you to completely understand what you’re getting yourself into. I don’t want you to walk into a toxic factory and get yourself stuck in something you can’t get yourself out of” This tugs at your heart. You know that Sunoo talks from his heart, he’s only looking out for you.
“I love you so much Sunoo, but I know if I don’t do this and get the closure I need I’ll eventually lose my mind” The only thing he can do now is shake his head. “Okay, if anything happens call me” His steps are slow and he takes you in his arms for a tight hug. You shake your head and agree to call him. You wave at Heeseung and make your way out of their dorm.
Your next destination is your ex-boyfriend.
Jake was lying on his bed scrolling through new job listings. He needs to somehow find a way to provide for himself. A soft knock is heard from the front door. It was nearing almost midnight, he furrows his brows and pushes himself off his bed. Who could be knocking at his door at this hour? There, you stand with a confident look on your face, hair wet from the pouring rain. “__?” You can see his tired eyes his phone clutched in his hand. “What the hell are you doing here” the anger in his voice brews confusion in your head.
“I need talk to you” you say in a stern voice
“There’s nothing to talk about. I need you to leave” He slowly begins to close the door in your face but you refuse. Moving your hand forward you place in front of the door. Your legs have a mind of it’s own as you push past him into his apartment.
“What are you doing? There’s nothing to talk about”
“There’s everything to talk about Jake,” you exclaim. How can he say this? Your phone has non-stop buzzing with notifications from him for the past few weeks and now that you are here there’s absolutely nothing you can talk about? Now you’re confused.
“I came here to talk to you about that fucking girl in your phone. Who the fuck is that, Jake?” He runs his hands through his messy hair and begins pacing around the small living room. You can start to feel that sharp feeling in your chest. You start to stress over the fact that he hasn’t begun to explain himself at all.
“Fucking answer me Jake, who is that” Tears begin to form in your eyes again.
“You’ve been begging me to call and text you back. Now that I’m here, standing in front of you, ready to talk, you’re silent now. Now answer me who is that girl?” The built up tears are now streaming down your face. You begin to feel frustrated with him. With yourself for not being able to communicate how you felt all those weeks ago
This gets him to start talking. His eyes widen at the thought of never being in contact with you. He cannot begin to think about life without you.
“Okay! Okay, she’s this girl that I met over break while I was away in Australia. We were broken up–”
“We were not broken up Jake, we were in the middle of an argument and we were heated. We never broke up or even said the words ‘break up’. Just because we were in an argument means that we’ve broken up? That’s not how relationships work. Not with me”
He stands there, only staring at you, trying to process the words that slipped from your lips. Angry tears slide down your cheeks.
“Okay,” he says in a low voice. This somehow fuels the anger you already feel. The single word only infuriating you further
“That’s all you have to say? ‘Okay’?” Your voice begins to raise. “You are so pathetic” you say in a low voice. Turning in your spot you make your way over to the door to leave. Before you could reach the handle his hand grips your wrist and pulls you towards him. His soft hand lays on your cheek, his lips land on yours. Then, you feel something wet on your cheek. He’s… crying? Your lips move softly against his. All of these strong emotions make you sob against him.
He pulls away and rubs his thumb over your cheekbone. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m tired of fighting with you. I swear I didn’t do anything with her. We just talked and that’s it. I would never hurt you in any way.”
You fail to believe a word he says. “You wouldn’t have hurt me if you’d have understood our situation during that argument. You wouldn’t have hurt me if you just kept to yourself and hadn’t talked to her,” you say against his lips softly. You pause before you begin again.
“You wouldn’t have hurt me if you would have just trusted me, Jake.”
He leans in a kisses you again. He makes his way down to your neck and sobs. “I’m sorry, honey. Please, please, please forgive me. I’ll never hurt you I promise. I can’t live without you. I need you” His words are intoxicating. Something about him always seems to pull you in. And you can never escape him. His hands find their way under your shirt and land on your waist. He pushes you against the wall and he lifts your shirt from your body.
Then your bra is off. The cold air that hits your perked nipples makes you whine. You wrap your hands around his neck. Your fingers find home in his messy hair and you tug as he sucks on your bottom lip. He lifts you off the ground and carries you to his bedroom. Slowly, he lays you down on his soft bed. From the hem of his shirt, he lifts it over his head. His abs are out on display. He finally leans down and takes your nipple into his mouth. Gasping from the pleasure. His hands fall to the waistband of your jeans.
He pulls them down along with your panties. His fingers find purchase on your clit. Moving in small circles. You moan into his mouth and this turns him on even more. “Let me make you feel good. You deserve the most out of everyone. Let me show how sorry I am, baby”
Kissing down your stomach he places small kisses over your pelvis. His lips hover over your clit. His breath hits your cunt. Whimpers fill the quiet room. The first touch of his tongue sliding through your folds. “Agh, Jake” He wraps his arms around your thigh pulling you closer to him. Your right hand digs into his hair, tugging.
The vibrations of his moan send shivers throughout your body. Your other hand tugs at your nipples. Pushing yourself up from the bed and looking down at him. The sloppy sounds reverberate in the small room. You can feel your juices slipping down from your pussy. His thumb presses harsh circles over your clit. “Yes, yes, yes!!”
His sweats begin to feel uncomfortably tight. Moving against the bed to relieve himself. Palming himself through his pants. He moves to plant wet kisses against your thighs, making his way up. Face to face with him now, he rubs his nose softly against yours. Smiling against your cheek, he moves his finger to your red and swollen cunt sliding through your folds. His finger finds your entrance, slowly sliding in.
You gasp against his mouth. Pulling him in to taste yourself on his tongue. “Yeah? You like that? Am I making you feel good, love?”
“Mmmh, yeah, you always make me feel good” wrapping your arm around him and playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. He leans down to capture your lips, teeth clashing together, his tongue tasting you. His pace begins to pick up. You start to feel that burning sensation in your lower belly again. He knows when you’re about to finish. “Gonna cum on my fingers? Go on, show me how good I make you feel” he says in a low voice. The rapid rolling of his thumb on your clit tips you over the edge.
Jake pulls his fingers to his lips, wrapping them around his digits. “You taste so good. Just as sweet as I remember” Looking up at him, you desire something more from him. “Fuck me” This gets him wild. Standing to quickly pull his pants along with his boxer off. His hard cock hits his lower abdomen. You drool at the sight. Reaching out to take him into your grip. “Wanna suck my cock? Hmm?”
Looking up at him with a sultry look in your eyes “I want you to fuck me, Jake” you say in a soft voice. Smiling down at you he pushes you on your back, his bog body hovering over you. “I’ll do whatever you ask me to,” Taking his hard-on in his hand, giving himself a few strokes before rubbing himself against your spent cunt. “Fuck, oh my God” your eyes roll to the back of your head when he slowly lowers himself to you. Connecting your lips.
Entering you, taking his time with you. Sliding his hand into yours, grasping yours pushing it to the side of your head. His pace starts slow, and passionate, he’s sticking to his word about taking his time with you. “Faster” you whisper in his ear. His soft lips grazed your cheek, his breath hitting your ear. He places his hands on your waist and turns you onto your stomach.
Wrapping his arms around your front to hold you up. Quickly stroking himself, then entering you again. “C’mon baby, come for me. I know you can” The pleasure becoming too much with his pace. He’s fucking you hard, sloppy, messy, just like you asked. It all becomes overwhelming and you finally come all over his cock. Heavy breathing and panting fill the room once again.
After some seconds of catching your breath, you lie on your back, and Jake finds comfort on your chest. Staring at the ceiling everything starts to come back to you. The fight that lead you to this point. You realize that you didn’t do what you came here to do. Softly stroking his hair you speak up in the silence that you're left in. “Jake” you call out for his name. He moves his head to look up at you, humming in response. “What’s going on between us?” You’re left unanswered for a while. To be honest, you aren’t sure what you’re doing here, lying in his bed. Inhaling deeply he rises from your body and walks over to his bathroom.
He comes back with a wet towel in his hand and walks back to your lying figure on his bed. Gently parting your legs he wipes down your swollen cunt, being careful. You twitch slightly from the sensitivity. “I want us to be okay” he finally says. “I don’t like fighting with you. It breaks my heart knowing that I put you through hell and I’m not there to help fix it” throwing the towel into the basket next to his desk.
“If you want this to work,” you look at him. He stares at you waiting to hear the key to win your heart over again. “I want you to trust me. And you need to prove to me that I can trust you” you say sitting up and pulling his shirt over your head to cover yourself. Nodding immediately he pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you, tightly. “Okay, I promise. I promise I’ll never put you through that again. I promise I’ll do everything I can to prove to you that I care for you, so much.” Only looking at him as he speaks.
“Baby” Jake has been spending most of his time at your place. Barely spending any time in his own home. You don’t see it as a burden, but you do feel like he’s only doing it to make up for his past actions. “Let me take you out,” He says as he lays on your chest, pulling your hands to run through his soft hair. “Okay, what do you want to do” looking down softly at his face. His hands hug tightly around your waist as he digs his face into your soft stomach.
“There’s a carnival downtown. We can go there, if you want” He waits patiently for your answer looking up at your face, glowing in the sunlight peeking through the blinds. “Yeah, we can go there” you agree. Jake excitedly pushes off the bed and walks over to the drawer where he has kept some of his clothes.
After the both of you finish getting ready you walk out of your dorm and walk down the steps. Hand in hand you begin your journey into town. Everything in your town is within walking distance, something you loved about it when you moved here. It was midday and shops were busy, everyone hustling to get everything they needed for the upcoming holiday. Being even more busy with the carnival in town.
A flower shop catches your eye, letting go of Jake’s hand you’re drawn to the pretty flowers of spring. When you walk into the shop you are instantly hit with the smell of flowers. Racks are filled with lively green plants, some tilting over their pots from being overgrown. This is one thing you will forever cherish in life. The life of growing plants. How they always manage to come back to life even after not being properly taken care of. The strength they have to keep going
While you were away admiring the beauty of the flowers you’re surrounded by, Jake walks up behind you. Placing a hand on the small of your back, he pulls from behind his back a small bouquet of magnolias. He must have bought them while you were distracted. Turning in his arms you wrap yours around his neck pulling him in closer to you. “Thank you, they’re beautiful” He places a small peck on the juncture of your neck. “Of course, baby. They’re beautiful, aren’t they? They always remind me of you”
Your lips form a small pout. Standing on your tip toes to place a delicate kiss on his lips. Sometimes his compliments only causes your heart to stop beating for a moment. Walking out of the flower shop you notice the sun beginning to set behind the busy town. “The carnival should be starting soon, we should get there now before it starts to get crowded.” He tightens his grip on your hand, making sure you don’t get lost in the crowd of people and guides you to the noisiest part of town.
The lights of the lively carnival glow brightly in your eyes. Hand clutching Jake’s in excitement, he looks down and smiles brightly back at you as you walk ahead of him. Impatiently running towards the game booths you pull him by your side, a way of telling him to hurry his slow pace. “Hello! Come on up and win a prize. Two balloons will get you this teddy bear,” The booth worker pulls out a small teddy plush from behind the counter, “Or~ Pop six balloons to win this plush!” he says with much enthusiasm. The man points to a bunny plush hung above the other small prizes. Jake steps before you and pulls out a ticket he had stored in his wallet. “How much?” Digging through the pockets he takes a few out to hand to the man. You watch as they exchange items, Jake holds ten darts in his hand and watches his aim. Throwing one of them, the loud pop of the balloon makes you jump slightly.
He goes on to throw another and another, until he gets down to his last dart. He misses, but he still manages to pop five balloons. “Congratulations! You’ve won yourself one of our small prizes, if you’d like to give it another go please come forward” Jake reaches his hand out for the small teddy bear and politely declines the man’s offer. He turns around to you, pushing the small plush into your arms. Looking down at the plush and up to him, he watches as a small smile grows on your lips. He wishes he could capture this moment and paste it into his head for the rest of eternity. Your illuminated features make him go crazy, making him experience feelings he’s never felt before.
Before he could say anything to you, you pushed off your heels to kiss his soft lips lovingly. “Thank you, baby” Grabbing his hand again you proceed to look around at the carnival. Lights are strung along different booths, the sound of children laughing can be heard all around, and the warmth in your chest begins to bloom. Feeling that warmth radiate off of you, dispersing among the many young souls surrounding you. Tugging Jake closer to you, once again pulling him with you, you point at the ferris wheel gesturing to the ride.
He agrees and lets you drag him towards the spinning wheel. The operator opens the door for you when the wheel comes to a stop. Jake steps in first and grabs your head to help you in. The ride begins to move again, the cold wind blowing through your flowing hair brings chills up your arms. Goosebumps appear up and down your arms. “Are you cold? Here,” he moves forward to take his jacket off and places it around your shoulders. The fabric engulfs you from how big it is compared to when it was wrapped around Jake’s body. “Thank you” tugging it closer to you.
The wheel stops at the very top; the view is breathtaking. But something else catches Jake’s attention, the way you look out over the town. The lights of the buildings of the town make it seem more alive. Something about that makes you feel content with where you are now in life. Moving forward for once instead of back. Turning your head to look at Jake again you find him already staring at you; admiring you. Your face falls into the palms of your hands as your cheeks turn red from embarrassment. “What?” he laughs. Moving his hands to pry your hands away from your face.
Peeking through your fingers you see his radiating smile. A soft giggle makes its way out of your mouth as you look at the adorable sparkle in his eyes. “Nothing, I just got shy” This gets him to laugh, pulling your cold hands into his warm ones on his lap. “There is nothing to be shy about, baby. It’s just me” Looking into his deep brown eyes, butterflies erupt in your belly. “That’s why,” you say. He looks at you with confusion written on his face. Your hands hold on to him just a little bit tighter. “Because it’s you Jake. You make me feel so many different things at once sometimes I refuse to believe that you’re real to me” laughing slightly. Jake still has no idea where this is coming from.
“I love you, Jake,” you say under your breath. The look in your eyes is close to pleading. Waiting for him to say it back. He only looks into your eyes until the ride comes back to life the grip you have on his jacket only becomes tighter than before. Your knuckles are white and crescent moons are indented into your skin by your nails. The ride stops at the bottom and the worker opens the door for you once again. You stay there for a moment until you realize that you are holding up the line. Thankfully, the worker was patient and still waited for you to exit the cart.
You can hear your heart pumping at a rapid speed in your ears. Throwing the jacket off of your shoulder you flee from the cart. Leaving Jake, by himself in utter silence. He feels frozen in his spot, not able to move. “Sir? We have other people waiting” Snapping out of his daze he collects his things and leaves, completely left in distraught.
Running, you can barely see. Your eyes clouded with tears, streaming down your face. You needed to get out of there. Tripping over a small rock you hiss out in pain. Looking down at your scraped knee you you cradle it in hopes of making it feel better. But you know it will do nothing. Nothing hurts more than how you feel right now.
He didn’t say it back.
He didn’t say it back
He didn’t say it back
Like a broken record, it repeats in your head. Jake doesn’t love you back. And there’s completely nothing that you could do about it.
It’s been weeks since the carnival, and you haven’t heard anything from Jake since then. Not a text, not a phone call, not even a note. It’s like a never-ending cycle, just like Sunoo said. You can’t seem to find a way to escape it. Just like the last time you hide yourself away from the world. But only this time it’s worse. Your phone has been buzzing with notifications but from the person you’ve been pining for the most. Sunoo can’t help but be worried about you.
He’s been calling every day but he can’t get a hold of you. Avoiding your phone is the best option for now. Distancing yourself from anyone who has a connection with Jake is in your best interest. You can’t risk bumping into him, just the thought of his face further hurts your aching heart. Standing up from your bed you walk over to the kitchen to eat a somewhat decent meal. You’ve been rotting away in your bed for days now, being productive for just one day would be a step forward in healing.
“I don’t know what to do” The small cafe is close to empty, with only a few people sitting at tables scattered across the area, it’s well early into the morning for anyone to be out and about. Jake’s hands are connected to the top of the small table. One of his many friends, Sunghoon, is sitting across from him. Receiving a call from Jake he woke up bright and early to help his friend deal with what he considered ‘a major crisis’. “Well, do you love her?” The question is simple. But Jake can’t help but dwell on it for a minute too long. “I don’t know” Staring into the table as if his answer would show if he looked just a bit harder. Sunghoon sighs out of frustration, Jake has been a complete mess ever since you told him you loved him. Stuck in his own head, guilty, frustrated, regret spiraling through his body. You don’t deserve any of this. You deserve much more than what he has to offer. Malicious thoughts consumed his head.
“I think you should talk to her, man” Sunghoon finally speaks up in the quiet space. “She deserves closure, at the very least tell her how you feel for her. You can’t leave her hanging like that, I know that it’s crushing you from the inside that you can’t talk to her,” He’s right. He knows that he’s right. He hasn’t even tried to reach out to you in the weeks passing. “I know, I just can’t bring myself to face her knowing how much I’ve hurt her”
“Take a chance, talk to her.” After a few minutes of thinking, Jake nods his head. “I’ll see you later Hoon,” Before he could turn to leave he looks back to Sunghoon. “And thank you” Giving a tight lipped smile and a slight nod of his head he says “Anytime” The jingle of the bell on top of the door rings. Jake determined to talk to you and fix whatever he caused.
Loud banging resounds through your dorm as you were about to curl up in your blanket. “Go away Sunoo,” you yell in hopes of ridding him from your door. “Let me in” Your heart drops when you hear that familiar accent you were used to hearing all those weeks ago. Immediately shooting from your bed you grab your sweater and slowly walk over to the door. Watching your hand reach for the doorknob as if you were put into slow motion. Turning the handle, you look through the small crack of the door. Sad eyes meet yours.
The door now fully opened, Jake’s tall figure towers over yours. Eyes pleading you to let him in. “Hi,” comes from his mouth, the same coming from yours. “Can I please come in?” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and slight anger. “Why? There’s no reason for us to be together, not anymore” You begin to close the door but he arm comes out to stop you.
“Please, __. I need to talk to you” The tone in his voice is desperate. Reluctantly you agree, stepping to the side you watch him walk past you into your living room closing the door and following behind him. It’s silent for sometime, arms crossing over your chest you grow impatient. “You said you wanted to talk, so talk. If not I’d really like for you to leave-”
“I’m sorry” Finally, after what felt like an eternity he speaks up. “I’m sorry that I’ve hurt you. I am so sorry I’ve hurt you in so many ways you and I’ve been nothing but shit to you” his voice breaks. A burning sensation builds up behind your eyes. Swallowing thickly he continues “You deserve nothing but love in this world and I can’t give you that. I’m messed up,” roughly pointing to his head. Tears streaming down his face. “I want to give you all the things that you deserve but I can’t do that because I don’t know how,” You flinch at his rising tone. You stand still, all you can do is listen to him.
“I want so much for us to work, baby but I-” He holds his hands out. Pleading for you to reach out to him. Quickly, taking a step forward you pull him into your arms. Your tears fall over him as he tightens his grip on you. “Shh, it’s okay. I can help you, but I need you to let me help you” you say calmly into his ears. Your shirt dampens as he sobs. His hands clutching onto you as if you’d disappear.
“Let me help you”
Separating from your body he looks at you. Sadness seeps from his eyes, and sniffles are the only thing heard in the small living room. “Let me love you, and when you’re ready you can do the same” Searching for anything, you hold his face and bring him down to your lips. Kissing his lips softly you pull away and lean your forehead against his. Sending him a loving look you look into his eyes, “Will you let me?” Nodding against you, you pull him in and he stuffs his face into the crook of your neck, softly kissing the skin there.
The sun is shining out in the warm summer air. Jake wanted to take you out once more before he had to head back to Brisbane. He had been planning to spend a few weeks there during the summer. Talking about those plans bring you back when you and him were in bed, hot skin against each other. Relishing in one another “I promise I’ll take you there, one day. You can meet everyone. My parents have been dying to meet you, you know,” Smiling at him his eyes seemed to be focused on your hands playing with his. “I’d like that” you say with a small giggle.
You wish for that day to come soon, but you will just have to wait. Right now, you want to focus on the last remaining time you have left with your boyfriend before he’s off boarding a plane and wishing him a safe flight. That’s something for you to think about in the future. But this is now, he’s brought you back to the very first date he took you on. The magnolia forest, it looks much different than how it did in the winter. They look much more lively, swaying the slight breeze mother nature is kind enough to give them.
You both stop at the bench that brings you bittersweet memories. Sitting down, taking in the fresh air of summer, Jake watches you as if you’re some goddess sent down from heaven. Feeling his stare on you, you turn your head to catch him in the act. “What?” a smile appearing on your beautiful face. “What? I can’t stare at my girlfriend that I won’t be able to see in a few weeks? I need to take in how beautiful you are in person. I mean, I’ll only be able to see this pretty face over a screen,” he glides his hand down your cheek resting it on the nape of your neck.
“Ugh, don’t even remind me. I’m gonna miss you so much” pouting at him. He laughs at your adorable face and leans in to place a peck on your pouting lips. “I’m gonna miss you too, baby. More than anything” You can see a sparkle glow in his eyes as he scans over you face. Leaning in once again to kiss him. But this time, the kiss is full of passion, love. Pulling back your faces inches apart, you sigh as you open your eyes again to face your lover.
“I love you” Your breath hitches in your throat. The biggest smile grows over your features. The foreign words escape his mouth, smiling proud of himself to express his unconditional love for you. “What did you say?” you sit up from your slouched position on the bench and turn your body to completely face. “I said I love you __, so much” Throwing your body as him you smash your lips against his. He can feel a smile grown against his lips.
Finally, words are written on paper. This is your beginning
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BUNNY BUNS
[HYBRID AU]
INTRO
Bunny on the run
Side Characters: Yoongi cat Hybrid, Hoseok/Human, Taehyung/Human.
Warnings: mentions of violence, wounds, blood, smut, nudity.
Genre: Fantasy, hybrid au, fluff, R+18.
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Days alone on the streets after running away, Jungkook is so hungry he would do anything for something to eat, the sweet smell of bread fills his nostrils and as he walks on the side walk of the night streets he fallows it as if lost on a dream, almost not believing such delicious smell could even exist. He fallows the smell with his high sense of scent only to stop in front of a small coffee shop, the lights where still on a warm atmosphere he could see it from the outside, the glass door had some green leaves falling from the top where the name of the coffee shop shined in cursive letters, bunny buns.
He watches as the sign on the door changes. Someone opens the door the sound of a ring dings and a women a bit shorter than him comes out holding two black trash bags, she notice him standing there and only smiles at him walking around him to put out the trash. His heart beats faster, not knowing what to do with such reaction from a female, she who smelled like sweets and bread making him mesmerized by her long purple hair that stopped at her but. Jungkook never saw someone like her, it felt like he was in a dream and just saw an angel.
"Won't you come in bunny?" His checks burn from embarrassment, not used to having attention on him, "I don't have money miss, sorry" he murmured, she only smiles kindly looking him up and down she noticed he was a stray hybrid, from the dirty clothes to the dirt and wounds on his hands and face. His big doe almond eyes shined so bright under the lights of the coffee shop, looking almost like the night sky full of stars. He looked absolutely adorable, even though the contrast of his old clothes and dirt on him. She smiles and invites him in "it's on me then, come?" She offers him her hand and he slowly accepts it holding the tips of her finger afraid to leave dirt on her hand, fallowing her inside the small and warm coffee shop, he was so hungry he fallows without any second thought not caring to think about not having money anymore as his eyes traveled over all the pastries and sweet smell of cinnamon rolls, everything there smells so good and looked like bunnies, he wants to laugh at the coincidence.
Of course everything would look like a bunny, the place is called bunny buns.
Telling him to sit on a barstool she than walks around it, standing in front of him on the other side of the counter she begins to prepare him some bunny buns. The signature of the shop. Bunny bread with sugar over it. Making sure to give him a bunch with a cup of warm milk, it was freezing outside and she really wondered how he managed to walk outside with only a white shirt and pants.
She wondered, if he maybe had lost himself from his owner. Or maybe simply run away from it.
She owns the coffe shop and gives him everything he asks for, he apologizes many times but she only tells him it's okay. “Please, let me pay you somehow?” He says, long white ears behind his head moving slightly. She only smiles at him “you being this cute is enough for me”.
Her smile warms his heart in a way he never thought it was possible, no one has ever showed him kindness, not even a smile. Never. Even before he run away.
He continued to eat as she watched him, looking outside as rain stared pouring she asked him “do you have somewhere to stay tonight?”, he didn’t meet her eyes. Only staring at the now empty plate in front of him. Ashamed to even tell her the truth.
He was finally free.
Yet he had nowhere to go. No place to call home.
“Oh no… I’m so sorry” she says, soon warm hands are holding his face up to meet her gaze in the most gentle way. Her thumbs clean the tears he never thought would fall from his eyes, worry fills her expression over her soft features.
“I don’t have… home” he says, big doe eyes looking into her. She couldn’t just let the poor bunny hybrid alone at this cold time of the year. He looked so soft and scared. Like anything could break him apart.
“Well… my house is upstairs, do you want to stay here for the night?” She asks, surprise filling his brown eyes as quick as the red on his checks. He couldn’t even imagine what was happening, why would she help him? Why would she, when no one else did?
“ I can’t… you’re so nice but-“ he began but couldn’t end his sentence, her hands falling from his face over his hands.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind… it’s just, it will be a cold night… I’m scare you’ll be cold” she tells him, he looks at her, a stranger offering him a home to stay the night after filling his belly.
Even if she hurts him later, he just felt so grateful for her. So much he cried.
“Don’t cry bunny… you can stay, okay?” She gently cleaned his tears, walking around the counter to stand beside him. Her hands running over his back in a soft manner, slowly he began to fall into her touch. Head resting over her chest as she continued to caressed his back.
“I’ll take care of you okay?” Her other hand comes up to gently scratch his head, his long hair were soft. Her mind were filled with questions. How could someone let this poor bunny walk around in this could weather? She couldn’t believe it.
More than anything, how was she going to take care of this big bunny?
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Notes: here is the intro, I hope you guys like it! It will be a very soft story with some fluff annnnnddd smut. Heheh luv you all 💖
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𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓎
𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Blade, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Gepard, Sampo, and Arlan x Gender-neutral Reader
𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Snow drips down from the sky the same goes for emotions having a hard time; you feel unhappy and miserable, so he'll comfort you until you feel better.
𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: angst to comfort, fluff?, and spelling mistakes,
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: Here's my little present!!
The shards of frozen water molecules fell from the sky, a light coating of snow on the ground that overnight came to the heights of your knees, and the wind blew strongly, making anybody, even those wearing a jacket, red and their nostrils puffy with such things come dreadful sentiments that you thought were gone for a long time, the loneliness would go away completely, but it doesn't appear to be the case with the trashy state you're currently in because of the stupid weather.
𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒
The room was freezing, a biting cold that seeped through the cracks in the walls and settled in every nook and cranny. The frigid air clawed at your skin, leaving goosebumps. blade who was with you, in his lap, hiding in your neck, arms around you, you were trying to cut out the cold air coming so it wouldn’t ruin the warm feeling you were experiencing.
you tried to feel better since it was winter and all festive things happened apparently but it just made you want to stay in bed all day not bothering with anything.
he didn’t know how to comfort you at all, what words to say, but he felt the misery seeping out from your skin and projecting out very brightly that anyone could tell what mood you were in, but he couldn’t help you, he could only try and make you happy and warm.
He didn’t like the way your body shivered as he ran his hand on your arm “Blade..” you mutter in such a quiet voice that it weren’t for the room being too quiet no one would probably notice how strained your voice sounds and how it cracks almost like it going to break.
“Don’t bother with anything”
𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃
Your heart is full of many mixed emotions that swirling seriously like a storm that blew anyone away from getting close, one of your solaces was your face pressed against his chest in a way to not look him in the eyes since if you do, tears will slip out for no reason, just the eye contact will make everything worse.
the soft fabric which your face was against would suffice for you. Your fingers curled over the edges of his shirt, you feel the fabric shift as he shifts. the silence and quiet between you two was deafening, it felt like a bubble that could pop at any moment but didn't want to speak at all.
Jing Yuan's arms were around you, not saying anything, no teasing, just comforting you by whispering things into your ears, his voice soothing you.
You're aware of his hands slowly moving up and down your back, he's rarely seen you this bad but you've seen worse and still helped him so he should return the favor tenfold.
he rubs circles with his thumbs on the small of your back. You don't move; you're too scared you'll break apart or start crying again.
you breathe deeply, closing your eyes, the feeling of Jing Yuan's hand on your back calms you down and makes you feel better, he presses a kiss onto your hairline, then continues to hug you tightly. The tension slowly melts out of your body even with a blizzard happening outside.
𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔
“I’m sorry, I...I really am, Dan Heng..”
Apologize said for no reason in your croaky and strained voice like you hadn’t been drinking water, for hours now, sent a cold chill down your spine while not wanting to look at him for fear of what the consequences of seeing his face might be not being able to stop yourself from crying.
“Don't say sorry,” He muttered back and squeezed your hand reassuringly, he could feel your hands trembling in his grasp but he didn’t let go, looking at him with an expression that looked almost hurt but he couldn’t be sure.
"I'm sorry Dan Heng, I'm sorry" Repeating your apology repeatedly. You started crying, silently, tears falling from your eyes, he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you, and has your face pressed against his chest.
It was silent in the room except for your muffled sobs and your occasional sniffle, you started sobbing even harder than before, holding onto him and clawing at his back tightly as if to make sure he was there with you and wouldn't suddenly disappear.
He held onto you tighter in response, rocking you slightly side to side, hoping to comfort you, "Dan Heng...Dan heng.." murmuring his name over and over "I'm here...I'm here (name)."
He could feel how hard your breathing was becoming more and more uneven, it's been several minutes since you last spoke.
He tried to calm you by repeating your name over and over again like a broken record, rubbing circles on your back, hoping this might help somehow, he'll do anything to make you feel better.
𝒢𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓊
He held you close to him, not sure what to do at all, he’s never seen you like but Gepard won’t love you any less than before you’re the light of his life and he won’t just leave you crying especially all alone to yourself in a room with no one else.
"Shh, it's going to be fine, I'll stay with you until you feel better." He mumbled into your hair. You felt safe in his arms, but you couldn't stop crying. He pulled back to look at your face, tears still rolling down your cheeks.
Then just immediately pushed you back into his chest, wrapping his arms around you as tightly as he could muster. "It's okay," He whispered.
"Shhh." He stroked your hair slowly while you cried. Your body shook with sobs and his hold tightened even more. "Just... take deep breaths and I'll help you feel better, okay?" He rubbed your back as though soothing an animal, which only made your sobbing get worse.
Gepard tried to think of some way to calm you down and keep your mind from thinking about all the terrible things that you feeling right now, he couldn't imagine half of what agony you must feeling right now. His heart broke for you.
He doesn't care about how long it might take all night or even days he's going to stay there.
𝒮𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝒦𝑜𝓈𝓀𝒾
“Oh, don’t be sad” Sampo worried over you, sitting beside the bed, seeing you with dark eye bags under your eyes with your eyes all puffy like you were crying and you hadn’t called or answered any of your calls, he brought you cake just in case you were mad but he found you in bed just staring out the window.
“I’m not sad, Sampo.” you denied, wiping at your tears, trying to keep them hidden in the darkness of your room, while he gave you that look, a pout, that you know means he won’t let this go until you tell him what was wrong.
“It’s nothing,” you said, giving up on trying to lie, you didn’t want to talk about your feelings at the moment.
even though it always snows Belobog, you weren’t feeling too well these days. Sampo leans in to get a better look at you and wrapping his arms around you, he rests his chin on the top of your head, holding you close in a warm hug.
you lean into him, resting your head against his chest and he sighs deeply, rubbing your back gently. “Sampo?” “mhm I'm just making you feel better,” he murmurs, stroking your hair slowly.
You can feel yourself start to calm down and relax into his embrace.
“Thank you, Sampo”
𝒜𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃
“Ahh..don’t be sad please don’t be sad!” Arlan began to freak out, comforting you to the best of his abilities. he’s seen people break down and in those moments he comforts them but when it’s you..someone, so close to him, he doesn’t know react either.
your tears are flowing freely as you try to reassure him that everything will be okay.
it’s a struggle just emotionally draining that your brain hurts to even try thinking.
you feel like crying and crying until your body breaks down since you’re so tired, even talking to Arlan is difficult with having a headache, “I’m fine Arlan!” you raise your voice, while holding your forehead in pain.
Arlan was quick to notice, pulling out a hand to cup your cheek in comfort as his eyes softened to concern, “You are not fine (Name), please let me help…”
he mumbled, moving closer so he could pull you closer into a hug. he rubbed your back soothingly as you buried your head on his shoulder, you sighed deeply, your mind feeling heavy as you felt your energy leaving you bit by bit.
“Just stay here...
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✧ Pairings: Ao’nung x F! Sully! Reader
✧ Requested: Yes/No
✧ Type: One Shot
✧ Word count: 2.8K
✧ Warnings: Angst, Miscommunication, fluff, not proof read, edited to fix mess ups
From an early age, you learned that the line between hate and love could be very thin.
When you were just eight years old, you were the first child of Jake and Neytiri to tell your mother that you hated her. The reason was quite trivial; she had taken away your toy after you had taken it from Kiri. But even at that young age, you understood the gravity of your words when you saw the disappointment on her face. You immediately apologized and spent the rest of the day by her side.
Six years later, when you were fourteen, your brother Lo’ak did something that annoyed you, as brothers often do. He snatched away a beaded necklace that you had been working on all day. You were already feeling frustrated because it had taken you so long to make, unlike your talented and quick sister, Kiri, or your mother. The words came out easily this time: "I hate you, you skxawng."
But deep down, you didn't hate him at all. In fact, you loved him fiercely and would do anything to protect him, even fight to the death. You just hoped that it wouldn't come to that. Fortunately, the spat blew over quickly, just as it had started.
You often had conversations with your father, Jake, who would explain that there was a thin line between hate and love. You remember reading about this concept in one of the books left behind by the Sky People, but your father insists that he came up with it himself. You don't have the heart to tell him you knew, so you just let him have his victory.
Despite this, as you grew older, you became more and more skeptical of the idea that love and hate were two sides of the same coin. By the time you reached 19, you were convinced that the line between the two emotions was non-existent. This belief was only reinforced by the fact that your parents had informed you that you would have to leave behind the life you had always known. The news made you furious and you felt as though the rug had been pulled out from under you.
You had never asked to be caught in the middle of this conflict between your people and the sky people. All you ever wanted was to live in peace and harmony. You had hoped that over the 15 years since the sky people had last visited, your own people would have found a way to prevent another conflict from breaking out. But now you found yourself on the run, fleeing for your life, and wondering whether peace would ever be possible.
“I hate you," you said with conviction as you stormed off, too consumed by your own emotions to consider theirs. The words felt too familiar on your tongue, as if you said them too many times before. Perhaps they knew they weren't true, but that didn't stop you from ever saying it again.
You don't immediately apologize or take back your words. Instead, you pack your belongings to leave, too angry and aggravated to consider the consequences of your actions. Your family is hurt, but you're hurting too so avoiding your parents became your new strategy. But Neteyam had other plans. It’s only when he confronts you that you start to realize the gravity of the situation.
He reminds you that family is forever, even if you don't always see eye-to-eye or want to be around them. The reminder hits hard, and you're filled with remorse for how you've treated your loved ones. Tears flow equally for your family and having to say say goodbye to your home.
The journey to Awa'atlu was awkward, but this time it wasn't because of you. Unlike popular believe aka your siblings and you, the world didn’t revolve around you. In fact, your world was currently with you, lost in their own thoughts, weighed down by the heavy emotions of the past few days. The weight of starting over somewhere new feels suffocating, but you know that you have to try to make the best of it.
When you arrived with your family on the sandy shores of the reef, you had hoped to approach this new experience with a positive attitude. Despite the openly judgmental stares from the Metkayina people who scrutinized the genetic makeup of you and your siblings, you made a conscious effort to focus on the bright side of things, especially when your father informed the chief of your shared goal to seek uturu.
But adapting to this new environment has been far from easy, and you knew it wouldn't be a smooth transition. You were strangers to their traditions and culture, and it was only natural that there would be some difficulties. To make matters worse, you and two of your siblings were considered "demons" by the Metkayina people, further complicating your efforts to fit in.
Despite your best efforts to maintain a dream-like state of acceptance, it was impossible to ignore the harsh reality of the situation. You had been living with the Metkayina people for months now, but every day felt like a struggle to fit in. You missed the comforts of home and the familiarity of your own culture.
The constant reminder that you and your siblings were labeled as demons was a weight that you couldn't seem to shake off. While most of the people in the tribe had welcomed you with open arms, there were a few like Ao'nung and his group who constantly taunted and teased you. It started with your siblings, but eventually, they turned their attention to you, making you feel unwelcome and out of place.
The longing to leave grew stronger with each passing day, but you also couldn't help feeling guilty for wanting to give up. You knew that your parents had made a difficult decision to move to this new place, and you didn't want to disappoint them.
However, the pain of being ridiculed and ostracized made it difficult to stay. You wondered if you would ever truly feel like you belonged here, or if you would always feel like an outsider. The weight of these thoughts and emotions was becoming too heavy to bear, and you longed for a way out.
This feeling was particularly strong on days like today when you found yourself completely alone. Perched on a rock at the edge of the reef, you felt disconnected from the world around you, lost in your thoughts and longing for a sense of belonging. Getting out of your head felt impossible until he comes along and disrupts it.
“You’re alone, sevin.”
The sound of his voice is so distinct, it's impossible to forget it, even if you tried. You hate to admit it, but you could recognize him just by his voice, even with your eyes closed. Sometimes you even saw him in your mind when you shut your eyes. However, the Ao’nung you knew never called you “sevin [pretty]” so you begin to second guess yourself.
However, as you see him standing there, tall and smoldering, you are one hundred percent certain it is him. His face is uncharacteristically relaxed when it comes to you, and you can't help but feel a sense of discomfort. This is him, but not the him you’re used to.
“Huh?” you purse your lips, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you try to make sense of the situation.
He lowers his head slightly, squinting his eyes as he smiles in his usual mischief manner, which is now all too familiar to you. "You're alone?" he repeats, the sound of his voice piercing through the quiet surroundings. As he walks towards you, the water splashes around him, adding to the tension of the moment.
Sighing, you roll your eyes and slump your shoulders in frustration. "No shit," you mutter under your breath, already dreading the idea of spending any time with him.
Ao’nung chuckles, the sound rumbling from deep within his chest. He takes a few steps closer to you, the water now up to his waist. "No one’s keeping your company, huh?" he drawls, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don’t worry, I’m here."
You clench your fists, eyes starting to sting as you feel your anger bubbling up inside of you. Ao'nung always had a way of getting under your skin, and you were in no mood for his taunts today, nor any day.
"Can't you see I'm trying to enjoy some peace and quiet?" you snap, turning your back to him with crossed arms. Hopefully he gets the hint this time and leave.
But Ao'nung doesn't seem deterred. Instead, he wades closer until he's standing right behind you, his hot breath tickling your neck. You tense up, feeling his presence looming over you like a predator stalking its prey.
His voice whispers dangerously close to your ear, you feel a shiver run down your spine. "Why are you being so hostile?" he asks, peering over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of your face. You can practically hear the pout in his lips, "I’m just trying to be nice," his tone dripping with mock innocence.
The rock you were standing on wasn't big enough to allow you to pull away from him without falling straight into the water, but you don’t hesitate as your jerk your body away, hoping to hide your flustered state and escape his proximity.
“It’s a little too late to feel sorry,” you hiss, not that you actually believe him. There was too much bad history between you to even consider it, especially with his behavior now.
He didn't reply, only watching the rise and fall of your back with interest. You had been the center of his attention for a while, but he had only recently realized it himself. He snaps out of his daze when he saw you turn to peer up at him through lowered lashes.
He felt his heart skip a beat as he watches you, the soft glow of the moon illuminating your features in a way that made his breath catch in his throat. The light of the moon seemed to know exactly how to make you look more beautiful than ever, and he found himself lost in the moment. Unconsciously, he parts his lips and he could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he realized he was caught staring.
You call out his name, "Ao’nung?" as you notice him staring at you. Suddenly, without warning, he splashes water in your face, sending droplets flying everywhere. You frantically try to wipe the water from your face while simultaneously attempting to stop him, "Hey, stop it, skxawng!" you exclaim in annoyance.
Wiping the droplets off your face, you glower at him in frustration as he finally stops splashing water at you. "What's your problem?" you demand, your frown deepening when he simply shrugs with a smug expression.
What a dick!
“Thought you could improve your swimming skills.” He teases, walking towards you again.
Resisting the urge to punch him in the face was a skill, is what you wanted to say aloud. However, you were painfully reminded that he was the chief's son and, from past experiences with him and Lo'ak, you knew you didn't want a lecture from your father. As you turn to leave, Ao'nung grabs your wrist softly and yanks you towards him with the opposite force.
You yelp as you slam into his chest, ready to actually put your hands on him despite knowing you shouldn’t. But you pause after looking up, yellow hues staring into surprisingly serious blue.
They feel intense but warm, almost felt like how you wanted to curl into the one his body provided. It made your chest hurt, thumps wildly like a celebratory drum set. You wish it would stop, but it only intensifies when you catch a glimpse of his lips and watch as his tongue swipes across his bottom lip.
That was expressively hot, you had to admit, and it got even hotter when you looked back into his eyes, only to see them flick up from your lips at the last minute.
Being this close to him makes you feel weird. His stare suddenly feels too uncomfortable, making you look away and focus on other parts of his face, like the cute white freckles sprinkled across his nose and cheeks, or the smoothness of his skin. But then you stupidly let your eyes wander back to his lips, where you see them part again, this time with words.
“Som [Hot],” he says, confusion clouds your mind once more. But then, his words clear everything up, "You're Txasom [Very hot]." The way he says it, almost breathless, sends an another shiver down your spine.
"Ao'nung," you begin, but he cuts you off, releasing his grip on your wrist and sliding his hand to your hips, pulling you closer to him than before.
"I like you, siven," he confesses, his cheeks flushed to match yours. You stare up at him in awe, your heart out of control in your chest as you listen to his words, "I have for a while."
Your mind is in a whirlwind. You've yearned for him to apologize for his past mistreatment, but never once considered the possibility that he might have romantic feelings for you. You're unsure of what to feel, what to say, or what to do, and the uncertainty leaves you breathless.
“Say something,” he pleads, his gaze flicking back and forth between each eye, searching for a tell sign. He starts to fear that he may have made a mistake by opening up to you. Perhaps it would have been better to keep his admiration a secret, to continue to tease you playfully while keeping his feelings to himself.
You part your lips to speak, but no words come out. Instead, you close your mouth, pressing your lips tightly together as you struggle to process what's happening. How can Ao’nung, the chief's son who once teased you endlessly, have feelings for you?
“You’re a dick,” you murmur after a pregnant pause, looking off to the side. You miss the way his expression falters slightly before shifting to neutral, his hold on your hips gripping tighter as you continue, your voice getting firmer with each jab. “And an asshole who doesn’t know when to stop.”
“[Name]—“
“I’m not finished,” you quickly shut him down, staring him in the eyes now. “You teased my family because we were different. You teased me because I was too. You used your status as the chief's son to get away with it and I can’t forget that.”
Ao’nung's face contorts into a pained expression as he releases his grip on your hips. He feels a sense of regret wash over him as he thinks about how he shouldn't have let things go this far. He should have stopped himself earlier, before he decided to confess. Maybe if he had just left you alone when you first arrived, he wouldn't be feeling so heartbroken at this moment.
Ao'nung's expression transforms from sadness to hope as you grab his forearms before he could fully retreat. You notice how your words have affected him and wonder if he truly is genuine. "But it can be forgiven," you begin, watching as his brows raise and his ears perk up at your statement. "With work," you add, making sure he understands that it won't be easy.
His face lights up with the most winsome smile you've ever seen, and you can't help but laugh at his expression. He's more earnest, and it's endearing. As you look away shyly, he focuses on your laughter.
"I have a chance?" he asks hopeful, giving you a youthful, yearning expression. It's clear he wants to make things right between you.
Your nod of approval is all the permission he needs as he leans down to capture your lips in a frenzy of excitement. At first, the kiss is soft and tentative, but as you reciprocate, it quickly becomes more passionate and intense. You feel his hands grip your hips, pulling you closer to him as he deepens the kiss, leaving you breathless and wanting more.
When he finally pulls away, your eyes remain closed, trying to catch your breath and savor the moment. You can feel his eyes on you before you even open them, and when you do, you see his hand leaving your hips to rest on your cheek in adoration.
"I just need one chance," he whispers, pulling you back into a sinfully delicious kiss that makes your head spin and your heart race with desire.
You had an epiphany at 20: the line separating love and hate was indeed thin, and you found yourself straddling it frequently. But now, things have changed. You refuse to offer any apologies for the transition from hating Ao’nung to loving him.
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My Heart Never Knows
Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader
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a/n: ok, we’re finally getting into the romance. i hope you all enjoy this chapter!!
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Chapter Three- I Will Not Fall
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When you were much younger, your mother was sick.
She had been despondent on her death bed, while Ronal performed more and more rituals, made more broths, more soups, even when your mother told her it was in vain. She refused to listen.
She didn’t stop trying to save her, right up until your mother’s last breath.
Ronal was already mated with Tonowari, already whispering about children, about what they would name them.
When your mother died, it rained, as if the sky was crying for the loss of her. But the sea was clam- and you were content knowing that Eywa held her, and that she was happy there. She had to be.
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You think about that day, the storming sky, the eerily calm water as you look out onto the sea today.
The sky does not cry today, in fact, it shines. Brighter and brighter as the sun climbs, taking the darkness and pushing it away, swallowing it.
It is the water that is still, clear and blue, and you watch as Tsireya, Roxto, and Ao’nung dive into it. They disturbed the stillness, but you find you don’t mind. You appreciate it, in fact, because when you turn towards Jake and Neytiri their faces are blank.
You hear the sound of their own children diving in, laughing excitedly.
Jake meets your eyes, and you swallow, but you push it away. Pulling at that source from under your ribs, forcing yourself to speak.
“Are you settling in well?”
“Yeah…” he sighs, running a hand over his hair. “But it’s tough for the children, you know?”
You nod, putting on your most amenable smile. “Tsireya and Ao’nung are- good kids. I’m sure they’ll all get along.”
When he nods, you can tell he does not quite believe you. But you had decided that it will be better if you do this fast, spend the least amount of time with them as possible.
“Come,” you smile, beckoning your hand towards the two. “Let me show you around.”
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“From your mauri, it’s almost a straight path to the main beach. That is where people often gather, lighting a fire, communal space. Just past it- theres the ilu pen, although they mostly roam around free during the day. And here…”
You pause, slightly feeling like a fool for talking so much, while the two simply follow you in silence. If they want to speak, they don’t. If they are bothered by the mothers pulling their children back, they don’t say.
Regardless of the turmoil you feel around them, you do feel slightly bad for them.
Instead, you regain yourself and gesture to your mauri, just a few feet away.
“This is my mauri. You can come to me if you need anything, and Ronal and Tonowari’s is just over there.” You point, then look back at them.
Jake is staring at you the same way Neytiri does, (a fact you adamantly ignore), while Neytiri herself looks past you to your house.
“Uh, it is not much, I know. But it is a roof over my head. Besides, it is all I need.”
Jake tilts his head to the side. “You are not mated?”
Neytiri hisses at him, but you just smile awkwardly. “No, no, it’s alright. I’m not. I suppose Eywa has just not destined me for that, yes?”
Neytiri’s eyes trail up and down again, and you fight the feeling under your ribs, the heat in your cheeks.
“Would you like to learn to ride, Jake Sully?” you suddenly blurt, and he looks surprised for a moment before it fades into a wide smile.
“A tsurak, right?”
You motion for them to follow you, giving him a look.
“If you would like. But I warn you, that is a warriors mount. It took me many years to master.”
“So, you think I can’t do it?”
You smile and tuck your chin to your chest at his clear tease, and he leans around you, smiling brightly. You fumble for words, blushing like a naïve, stupid girl.
“You are Toruk Macto,” you decide after a moment. “But I just hope I will be there to see you fall.”
You gulp at your brave words, not knowing where they came from. (The ache under your ribs flares, and you get the sinking feeling it came from there.) You fret for his reaction, but he only smiles. You feel like you might fall to your knees when he speaks.
“Nah. I’ll do it perfectly- first try- just for you, sweetheart.”
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“Y/N,” Tonowari greets as you step into the water, waves from a passing ilu hitting your legs. He is far deeper, turning away from a conversation with a few other men.
Jake follows you, a little cautious, slightly behind you.
Tonowari’s eyes meets yours, and you smile quick before looking away. You cannot look him in the eyes, tell him that everything is fine. Not while your ribs ache, your heart squeezes, your stomach feels ill.
You step past him, diving into the deeper water where the sandbar cuts off.
It hits you like a slap in the face, the lukewarm water resetting your senses. It fills your ears and nose, pressing against your lips, burning against your eyes until your adjust. Below you lies a small patch of coral, winding oranges and reds, a summer sunset, blues and greens, a stormy sky.
You turn in the water, head back towards the sandbar. Your feet sink into it- grounding you to the earth, to Eywa. You feel calmer now in the sea.
When you rise, Neytiri is staring out past you, towards the horizon, the seawall. Jake and Tonowari are facing each other, your sister’s mate’s back to you.
But Jake can see you.
And as you stand from the water, move some hair from over your shoulder, he looks and looks and you feel as if you are the sun. He’ll go blind if he stares at you for too long. And he knows this, but he keeps staring.
When you look away, desperate not to melt under his attention, your eyes meet Neytiri’s. She stares much like her mate, unabashed and ashamed. It makes the ache under your ribs flare, both of them. And that, you know, cannot happen.
So you ignore the pain- that feels suspiciously like pleasure- and climb onto the sandbar, standing next to Tonowari.
You want to hide behind him, have his large frame protect you from them. The fact that you like it, like them staring, like their attention should make you sick.
Yes, same-sex couples are accepted in the Na’vi- The People would never dare to defy the will of Eywa- and triads as they are called, are not unheard of.
You want to fall into the sea, sink away from them and their spark, that threatens to turn the small flame inside you to a wildfire. They hold something in the air about them, in their voices, their gazes, and it does not bode well for any plans you may have.
You think of Eywa, fleetingly. Will you defy her to save your heart? Does your heart even need saving?
Then, suddenly, Tonowari winces.
“That is a warriors mount, Jake Sully.”
“Yeah, I know. Y/N told me. But I can handle it. Promise,” he smiles, tilts his head to the side and it is like he is the sun.
You look away when his eyes meet yours, but you swear you see his smile grow out of the corner of his eye.
If you were to even entertain the idea of that being true, what about Neytiri? Jake Sully, Toruk Macto, did not seem like the type to disrespect his mate like that.
When Tonowari places his hand on your shoulder, you swear you are close to tears. Is it so wrong to not wish to be mislead? You do not want to disrespect Eywa- but could her path for you not be more simple?
“Good?” he asks, slight smile on his face. You are half surprised when you can draw enough strength to stand tall, act like everything is normal.
“Yes. They are nice people,” you say, but he shakes his head.
“No, how are you, sister? I know this is difficult, going against Ronal, but I am most grateful to you.”
“No, Tonowari. It’s fine. I’m fine.” He nods, believing you, and you suck in a sharp breath.
You hope you are breathing in a piece of Eywa, something, anything to help you.
When you step towards Neytiri, she smiles kindly at you, feet barely in the water. You go to speak, to urge her in, but she beats you too it.
“I am not used to the water,” she smiles, almost sheepish.
“It is alright. The sea holds as much darkness as it does light. But here, in the reef, I assure you there is no darkness.”
You wonder faintly if it would be improper to reach for her hand, coax her into the water. But you can tell she is not the type of woman to be coddled, so you refrain.
Instead, she simply steps deeper into the water, until she is next to you. You can faintly see Tonowari and some men holding the tsurak in place, while Jake prepares to climb on.
He holds no fear, you must admit that.
“You really think he will fall?” Neytiri asks, and you suddenly realize how close she is to you.
“Jake Sully is a great warrior, but the tsurak are tough creatures.”
“It is alright. You can say it.” When you look at her, she is already looking at you, smiling slightly.
“Yes,” you relent after a moment. “I do think he will fall.”
She laughs, and you think it is the first time you have seen her truly happy. (You ignore the ache under your ribs at the sound of her voice, something like pebbles hitting the still water, something soothing and familiar.)
You smile as you watch her laugh, until Jake finally makes the tsaheylu and the tsurak seizes in the water, thrashing and swishing it’s tail. It’s long jaw opens and closes, hissing in warning. But Jake Sully does not listen, and climbs on regardless.
You faintly hear Tonowari lecturing him, while Jake ties the wrap around his wrist. Neytiri straightens next to you, and when you look at her out of the corner of your eye, her eyes are fixed on her mate.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, and she turns towards you, confused. “You do not have to be scared for him.”
“No,” Neytiri dismisses, looking you up and down again. You cannot decide if you hate or love the feeling of her eyes on you. “No. I am not scared for him. I’m just… thinking.”
Jake shouts, and the tsurak shoots off, level in the water. He manages to stay on this far, but he rides into the horizon quickly.
“Something troubles you?”
“Yes,” she says after a moment, always careful about what she reveals to others, you have realized.
You nod, both of your eyes fixed on Jake. The tsurak lifts into the air, and it is a decent enough ascent. It is messy, but that’s to be expected.
As much as he claims, you know he will not perfect it on his first try.
“You do not know me, but I would always be happy to listen.” You are sinking, falling, but it is your own hands pushing you under. The waves that slam over you are of your own making.
She looks at you, for a long time. You stare back, feeling small and pinned under her gaze. When your ache twists in such a way that almost feels… good… you have no choice but to ignore it.
The show is right there, you want to scream. He will fall soon. Do not look at me, look at him.
But Neytiri cannot read your mind, so she keeps looking. Searching, you realize, for a hint of something you keep out of your words. She seems to like what she finds, because she smiles.
“Thank you, Y/N,” is all she has the chance to whisper before the two of your hear the sound of the tsurak slamming into the water again. He is far away now, and you can just barely see his figure being ripped from the animal.
Neytiri let’s out a small laugh, incisors showing as she smiles. Tonowari winces, while the other men laugh.
While they all look at him falling, they do not see you do the same.
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Wedding Night
Cross posted from @megamindslair
Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is smut! Fingering and oral (reader receiving), p in v sex. Apologies in advance if I offend anyone.
Summary: While you are no strangers to each other, you had just gotten married and are enjoying your first night of wedded bliss.
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A/N: Decided to stop being a little punk and posted this. This was purely fun for me and I don't see myself stopping. Be gentle with me LOL. While likes are awesome, please consider reblogging and commenting to support writers!
You stared out of the nearly floor to ceiling window, looking down at the expanse of Asgard. The sun dipped low in the sky as it was approaching nightfall. Asgard at twilight was about as close to perfection one could get.
The towering spires reached towards the heavens. Lights began to wink into existence one at a time as people settled in for the night or ramped up their activities for the evening. In the distance, the rainbow bridge shined in a multitude of colors. Ships were hauling into the bays for the end of shift.
Heat pressed into your back. A hand snaked around your curvy waist and pulled you against a wall of solid muscle. “Nervous, wife?”
Loki’s rumbling timbre sent shivers down your spine. How was it that you’d known this man all your life and were still amazed by the simple sound of his voice?
His lips kissed the back of your head and then he placed his chin on top of your head. He leaned his right arm against the windowsill. The smell of him, all spice and woodsmoke, was intoxicating. Without magic, he was perfectly capable of weaving a spell designed to make your pussy throb with vicious need.
“Not at all. Just wondering if we should close the window. We don’t want everyone to hear how loud you are,” you said.
Loki’s answering laugh shook him and in turn shook you, since he stood so close. “Careful, you know what happens when you’re naughty,” he whispered in your ear. He lifted the hand that had been around your waist and pulled your hair back from your face. His soft lips kissed a line from your ear to your neck.
“Naughty, you say?” Your voice was breathy. He couldn’t really expect you to have coherent thoughts when his lips were on your skin. He nipped the bit of your neck where it met your shoulder. He hummed and the sound vibrated on your overheated skin.
The breeze from the window did little to dull your excitement. You had been in this chamber, naked, plenty of times. Playing all manners of games and never growing bored by Loki or what wonders your combined magic could create. But tonight was different no matter how many ways you spun it.
His free hand found your left hand and he brought it up to his face. He placed a kiss on top of your wedding band. It was a simple braided, gold band. He had offered to get you something bigger, flashier, or more obnoxious. But this little band was perfect.
“I thought you liked when I was naughty?” You asked.
He grabbed your waist and spun you around. His crystal blue eyes bore into yours with a unique passion you hadn’t experienced in anyone else. His chest was bare showing off his muscles and the way they flexed whenever he moved. He wore loose green pants that rode low on his lean hips. His hair was black as midnight, slicked back, and showed off the angles of his face. “Your reward will be far greater if you’re good,” he said.
“Tell me more about these rewards, husband,” you said, trying the title out. And you liked it.
“Oh the rewards are too many to name,” he said. He shook his head playfully. He sank to his knees slowly, maintaining eye contact with you. He licked his lips as he gathered the hem of your blue dress and lifted it enough to sneak his hands underneath.
His fingers kneaded and rubbed your calves and then the back of your knees. You giggled but were honestly too distracted to laugh properly. He made his way to your thighs and you moaned with the contact.
“For example, good girls are worshiped. They are adored,” he said. He placed a kiss over your belly as his hands slid higher, hooking his long, delicate fingers around your panties. He slid them down your thighs. The thin material coasted with ease and you bit your lip to keep from moaning too loud. You were too high to really be in danger of anyone hearing you, but the thought of it still thrilled you.
You held on to him as you lifted one leg out of your panties and then the other. The wind from the window blew his hair around his shoulders. He was so painfully beautiful. The way he was on his knees at your feet nearly brought tears to your eyes.
But then his hands went higher, grabbing your round ass and squeezing hard. Squeaks and squeals escaped you as his fingers found all your pressure points. Your hands twisted in his hair as you lightly scratched at his scalp. He hummed in pleasure and tilted his head to rub against your arm.
He rose, your dress riding up higher and higher until it gathered at your waist. Were someone to look up, they’d get a generous view of your ass. Loki leaned down and placed a kiss at your check.
“On the bed. Now.” The gravel in his voice slid along your nerves in the most delightful way possible.
You swung your hips as you drifted over to his massive bed. Truly, it was huge. And it still managed to look tiny in his bedroom. The floor was dark stone and heated by the fireplace burning brightly. There were couches and a table arranged in front of it. On either side of the fireplace, entirely too close for comfort, there were floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with hundreds of books.
Besides the entrance, there were two other doors leading to his walk-in closet (he was a diva after all) and the bathroom. Well, you ought to stop saying “his” things. This room was technically yours as well after the grandiose wedding that was only a few hours ago.
You gather up the dress and place a knee onto the bed. It sank beneath your weight. Being in this bed was like laying on a cloud. You placed the other knee on the bed and then fell forward on all fours, crawling to the middle of the bed. The weight of his gaze excited you, making you clench painfully.
Once in the middle, you flipped over. Loki stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at you. His pants tented with the evidence of his erection. He idly rubbed it as he took in your prone figure.
Slowly, you dragged your dress higher until the hem reached past your hips. You exposed yourself to him. He groaned as you opened your legs and let him see all of you.
The breeze from outside battled the heat from inside and flowed over your pussy, alerting you to just how wet you were for him. He waved a hand and the ceiling disappeared, replaced with thousands of stars.
You gasped. “Loki,” you said. He said your name reverently. Above you, the stars were both close and so far away. There was a spectrum of colors in an arch above you, moving across the galaxy.
The bed dipped as Loki climbed into it. “Count the stars and you’ll never come close to how much I feel for you,” he said.
“Loki,” you said. He rendered you speechless. What did someone say to such a perfect confession?
He grinned but it took on a sinister glint. Before you asked, he leaned down on his elbows and rubbed his nose along your slit, breathing you in. He blew a breath across your pussy and you jumped. You were not expecting that.
“Relax, wife,” he commanded.
“I am,” you shot back.
He nipped at your thigh. “You’re tense. Shall I stop?”
“Don’t you dare,” you hissed.
He chuckled and finally, finally, used his tongue to nudge your lips apart and drag his tongue from your entrance to your clit. You squealed from the delicious pressure and fisted your hands in his incredibly smooth bedding.
He paid extra attention to your clit, playing with the little nub and making you squirm. He grabbed your legs and hooked them around his arms. He forced your legs apart.
“These stay open,” he said.
“Oh gods,” you moan. He chuckled as he returned to lolling his tongue around your clit. The only thing you saw was his dark hair covering the most intimate part of you. His hair flopped down onto your stomach and thighs tickling you with its softness. Pressure built up inside you with each succulent swipe of his gifted tongue. When he wasn’t so busy being a mischievous little punk, he apparently had other wonderful uses.
Gods, you were close. So close…he stopped and you growled. He chuckled and kissed your thigh, leaving a wet spot behind. Your cheeks burned knowing that evidence of your own arousal was on his mouth.
He flipped his head back, his hair flipping out of his face. He grinned and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You seem to be confused about who's in charge here,” he said. He shook his head as if he were chastising you. He crawled up your body, molding his body next to yours.
His fingers took the place of his mouth, dipping one finger inside you and pumping with abandon. You leaned up, not necessarily because you wanted to get away, but because it felt too fucking good. You were on edge already and his finger kept up a steady rhythm inside you.
He added a finger and you moaned. You slipped your hands into his hair and tugged. He hummed. “That’s my girl,” he groaned. Your legs opened wider of their own accord. You needed more.
The only sounds in the room were your panting and moaning and the wet suction of your arousal around his fingers. You bit your lip as you focused on the pleasure spreading through your body. He used his thumb to rub lazy circles around your clit on every up-slide of his fingers. Then he curled his fingers inside you.
“Loki,” you gasped. You nearly cried as the pressure became too much. The pleasure was too much. Your legs shook as the first wave of your orgasm took over. You pushed at his arm. It was too much.
“Do you want me to stop, wife?”
You shook your head. You muttered something, but didn’t know what. Unholy sounds left you as your orgasm shook you to your core. He talked you through it, continuing to stroke you as you floated down back to your body.
You cracked open your eyes and were momentarily struck dumb by him. He was half leaning, half sitting up so his head was framed by the illusion of stars he erected. Before, he used his magic for small things. Cheap tricks and cruel pranks. But now, he wove entire illusions that were nearly indistinguishable from real life.
His eyes glowed in the soft light. He was made for the stars. He was an entire galaxy contained in a beautiful man.
“Do you think I’m done with you?” He asked.
The excited squeal you uttered should be embarrassing, but he only smiled and withdrew his fingers. You missed them already and poked out your bottom lip. He licked his fingers as he stared at you, dipping one and then both inside his mouth to clean every last drop of your arousal.
He closed his eyes as he savored it and then glanced back at you. “Delicious,” he whispered.
He leaned down and kissed you. His lips moved expertly over yours, licking your lips so that you’d open for him. You’d deny him nothing as you opened your mouth and tasted yourself on his tongue. He bit your bottom lip and the sharp pain was smoothed over by his tongue.
“Now who’s being naughty,” you said.
“I can’t help it,” he said with a shrug. You sat up in the bed and got on your knees to match his stance.
You grabbed the band of his pants and tugged hard until his cock sprang free. He helped you disrobe him until he kneeled before you in all his naked glory.
You placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed until he dropped onto the bed. He arranged himself into a comfortable position, placing one arm around the back of his head. He quirked an eyebrow at you, but you only smiled.
You straddled him, moving your dress out of the way until you were able to slide skin to skin. As you held it, it disappeared in your hands exposing your breasts and belly. A ferocious gleam lit up his eyes as he brought his warm hands up to palm your breasts. He rubbed and squeezed your sensitive nipples between his fingers.
“I will never grow tired of seeing all of you, feeling all of you,” he said. He pinched one nipple which sent a shot of desire to flood your pussy.
You leaned up and grabbed his cock, stroking it once and then twice before sinking down onto his generous length. You both moaned at the same time, both reveling in the way he filled you completely.
Loki bucked his hips, which made you lean forward. Your breasts rubbed against his chest. His hands roamed up and down your back. You kissed him, deeply and passionately. And then you started to move.
You moved slowly at first, loving the gentle glide of his dick inside you. You couldn’t help the gasps or the whimpers. Loki’s hands grabbed your waist and helped stabilize you as you moved quicker, bobbing up and down on his cock.
“Oh…oh gods,” he muttered.
You could die a thousand times if it meant you’d hear those sounds coming from his lips just once. His desire only drove yours upward. You leaned back, riding him. You tried to focus on his face, on the dark desire in his eyes, but you felt too good in the moment.
A tempest was set loose in your veins. Your blood sang with pleasure. Your magic finally unfolded and light shot from every pore on you.
“That’s it, my darling,” he said. He groaned and bucked his hips, driving deeper into you. Light refracted off of every shiny surface in the room. You tried to direct it, but you were too dizzy with pleasure. You felt wanton and over-joyed. Dating sex was far inferior to married sex.
The light from your magic mingled with Loki’s illusion of the cosmos. Your beams shot into the sky as if they were wayward comets. Your light streaked across the ceiling, flowing in and around the cosmic illusion he created. Your magicks intertwined and you felt him on a physical and cosmic level. It was as if your magicks touched each other’s souls.
Your orgasm rolled over you, heaping waves upon waves of bliss. “Come with me, husband,” you managed to mutter before shaking uncontrollably.
A moment later, Loki joined you. Hot jets of come spilled inside of you as he moaned so loudly, he shook with the effort. His face was contorted somewhere between ecstasy and torture. His eyes were pinched close and his mouth was slightly open on a halted sigh.
You shivered so badly that your teeth chattered. That orgasm was more intense than anything else you had experienced. The light in your veins slowly retreated and thinned until winking out completely. He rubbed your arms, your back, and anywhere else he could get his hands on. He grounded you as you recovered from your orgasm.
He whispered sweet, loving messages in your ear as he held you close. He called you beautiful and stunning, smart and sweet, he called you the most precious creature in all of existence. You giggled tiredly as he talked silly nonsense in your ear. You focused on the cadence of his words. His words rumbled in his chest and as you laid on top of him, you felt every word.
Reluctantly, he pulled out of you. His come slipped out of you as well and you moaned from the sensation. He conjured a warm wet towel to clean you off. He conjured a new one for himself.
When done, you snuggled up in his arms. Your head was on his chest and you idly rubbed it, marveling at the way your smooth copper skin contrasted with his pale skin. He rubbed your arms and used his free hand to play with your hair.
Sleep pulled at you but you fought it, not wanting the night to end.
“Sleep, wife. I’m not yet done with you tonight,” he said. He kissed your forehead.
You fell asleep with a contented sigh, wonderfully eager to get up and do it all again.
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hi!! how are you? i adore your writing and i was wondering if you could please write a bit of fluff! in which the reader gets overwhelmed and starts crying because their boyfriend is too sweet, nice, caring and cute. with anyone from genshin of your choice!
Summary: You become overwhelmed and cry from your boyfriend being too sweet, nice, caring and cute!
Pairings: Kaveh x Gn!reader
Notes/Warnings: Reader is completely gender neutral and not described in any way! Poc friendly! Just pure fluff! Reader cries but it's sweet and fluffy! Possible grammar errors!
You had always known Kaveh to be an incredibly kind human being; from the very first moment you met. Someone had rudely bumped into you which caused your items to fall from your hands, the person didn't even bother apologizing before continuing on their way. Kaveh happened to see the interaction and rushed over to help you - he even tried shouting after the person to apologize to you, but they didn't listen.
You appreciated the effort and his kindness nonetheless; he even offered to buy you some food to cheer you up! Though you protested against it, he managed to win you over in the end and he took you to a nice nearby cafe. You could see him eyeing at the prices with worried eyes and a strained smile, you could obviously tell he had some financial problems making his kind offer even more touching. You decided to order the cheapest item you liked and spent the afternoon with him just talking, god you could talk for hours with him!
Falling for Kaveh was the easiest thing you did in your life, but sometimes you wondered how it is you managed to get with him? With his looks and heart of gold you would think him to be more popular with suitors all over him; but no. The people in the Academia you understood as they were usually solely focused in their research, but he was so kind to everyone! Excluding his roommate whom he talked to you about, but didn't let you meet. Somehow Kaveh was a simple rock with gems hidden within, but others didn't seem to look deep enough to get to know him.
He may have not been that good with money, but he always finds other ways to treat you. One of his favorite things to do together is to go for a walk outside of Sumeru city and go sightseeing with you; he always finds the best spots too! Whether you're a morning person who he would go watch the sunrise with or a night owl who preferred the sunset, he will do whatever to make you happy. Seeing you be happy makes him beyond happy and it absolutely melts your heart!
There were many times in the past that almost caused you to burst into tears from him being too kind and sweet or too cute for you to handle! His tendency to draw in animals was strange, but so incredibly adorable. Stray cats would show up whenever you were sitting around and dogs would run up to greet you two - even birds would come closer to him than anyone else! Seeing him give in and pet or play with them was beyond cute!
He was also always so sweet and caring, he would never forget things you liked or cared about! If you needed space when upset he would give it to you; but if you wanted comfort he would be there in an instant with food or snacks he knew you loved. His kindness was also a bit of a flaw as he didn't want to think people would be terrible enough to use charity as a cash grab - which is why he often fell for them. This especially made you upset, but it didn't make you cry like today did.
Seeing the sky becoming darker and darker as your shift was beginning to end worried you, you had neglected to bring an umbrella as it had been clear all day before now. You would have to make your way to the other side of the city while getting completely soaked from the rain; not an ideal scenario. You though about staying until the rain stopped, but you had made plans with Kaveh today right after work and hated the thought of leaving him to wait for you without warning.
You sighed heavily as you changed back into your everyday clothes and prepared yourself for the downpour waiting for you outside, you said a quick goodbye to your colleague before heading for the door with a sad expression. The rain was as heavy as a shower or a bucket of water that was being emptied over you, you shivered as the cold outside air made contact with your skin. This was just your luck...
Out in the rain you could see a figure running full speed towards you, you wondered what kind of maniac was outside in this weather - until you recognized him. It was Kaveh! He held a red umbrella to shield him from the rain and wore a jacket that he usually didn't; it was one of your favorite clothing that he owned, but it was usually only on him during colder days like today. Seeing you he ran faster and almost bumped into you as he came to a halt!
“Thank the Archon's! I'm so glad I cought you before you left!” He said with a relieved smile.
“You came to get me?” You asked in a surprised tone.
He nodded his head as he handed you the umbrella he was holding and stripped off the jacket he was wearing; which he quickly handed to you. He had specifically brought it for you...
“Of course! I thought you probably didn't think to bring an umbrella with you today, so I couldn't possibly let you walk home and get yourself sick from this weather!” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Kaveh helpped you put on his jacket before smiling proudly when seeing you in his clothing; it was warm and smelled like him, the fabric was also incredibly comfortable. Everything about it made you feel so incredibly touched... The fact that he came to get you to make sure you didn't get soaked from the rain to bringing you his jacket and looking so proud when you wore it. You couldn't help, but to burst into tears from the sheer kindness and sweetness - the love and thoughtfulness.
Seeing you cry made Kaveh panic and instantly ask if you were okay, he asked if he did something that made you upset and if there was anything he could do to help you while still keeping the umbrella over you to cover you from the rain. It probably made you cry harder seeing him be so frantic and stumble over himself trying to calm you down - he was too cute for his own good! He was just too kind and caring of a human being that it was bound to make you burst into tears one day.
“I'm sorry, you're just too sweet!” You sobbed.
“Wha... What?” Kaveh asked in confusion.
“You're so sweet and kind! It's making me feel so loved!” You cried louder.
“Honey, I don't know what to say...” Kaveh laughed lightly while looking a bit bashful.
“You're also too cute!” You covered your eyes with your hands and continued to cry.
Kaveh stepped closer and pulled you in for tight hug, his hand was wrapped around your back, while the other was steadily holding his umbrella over you both. He let you cry your fill against his shoulder; with his hand running up and down along your back in a comforting manner. By the time you were finished crying rain had calmed down a bit to a pleasant soft shower.
Kaveh let go of you gently and wiped away the remaining tear stains from your cheeks, you both lightly laughed about the situation. Being this close you noticed how his eyes sparkled with so much love that you couldn't help, but lean in for a short yet sweet kiss. After you separated Kaveh held up the umbrella between you and encouraged you to place your hand over his; not only to adjust the umbrella so that it was comfortable for you, but also to hold your hand as he walked you home.
A/N: Hii, I'm doing well and thank you for asking Anon <3 Hope you're doing well too; remember to stay hydrated! Thank you so much for the request btw, your words are so kind! I really hoped you liked this, but if you didn't feel free to request again ^-^ I spent a lot of timing thinking which character to pick, but in the end Kaveh felt like the obvious choice lol I will soon be posting request rules - incase you or anyone else would like to request something in the future!
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Behind Closed Curtains | Freminét
Freminét x HydroArchon!reader
Warnings: None
A/N: Happy New Year's Eve! I got inspired to write this a few weeks ago when I read @freminet-writings's hcs about Freminét dating male Hydro Archon!reader but lost motivation and picked this back up so I apologize if this fic seems kinda all over the place or a little awkward! 😓
Also here's the link to that hc. I really liked it and if you like Freminet, I definitely think you should check out @freminet-writings's blog! She makes some really nice fluffy hcs/drabbles in my opinion! :D
Crystal rain pours from the sky, dripping it's gems upon anything it could touch and drenching it. It's steady flow produces a serene melody, one that never gets old no matter how many times it's replayed.
As nice as this may be to some, the diver wishes it would stop. If the fairytales hold any weight to them it means somewhere out there, amidst this clear, crystal rain, the hydro dragon weeps, most likely submerged in or surrounded by water, alone and upset. It makes him tempted to chant, to plead with the dragon not to cry and to allow the rain to pass. However, deeming his situation, that wouldn't be appropriate..
"Ah! My most devoted follower! Do tell me, what brings you here at such an hour? I know you yearned to feel the greatness and power that my presence exudes, but you do know that even the most divine must rest, yes?"
Piercing mismatched ocean gaze dressed in gaudy, expensive fabrics and topped off with a matching hat, Y/n de Fontaine sits before Freminét. Their aura of godliness surrounding them like a king's cloak along with a crown of intimidation to go with it that makes them untouchable and unapproachable to some people in the water nation.
However, despite their loud words and even louder demeanor, they sit back and wait. Silently and patiently waiting for him to speak his mind about whatever reason he has to visit them so late at night, hoping and praying that it's something small and not some unexpected disaster.
After all, playing this role has posed to be a problem when it comes to comforting others. Having to constantly talk about being above everyone else.. Most people would take your genuine attempts as you pitying them..
"..I'm sorry for bothering you. I know you're probably tired.." He begins, snapping you away from your thoughts immediately, "I just wanted to check on you."
"Hm?"
"I.. I wanted to make sure you were alright," He clarifies. His voice, although a bit shaky, a little louder and more clear to hear than before.
"Lyney mentioned that you seemed upset about something earlier. I was planning on visiting then, but I didn't want him getting suspicious.. Uhm, a- anyways, are you alright? If there's something bothering you, Y/n, you can tell me. I..don't have the strength or power to promise you that I'll do something about whatever upsets you but I can, at the very least, listen to you talk about what's troubling you.."
Now that's not what you were expecting. Or rather, something you didn't want to expect. It was a small, quick slip from character, that's all. Everyone else in the Opera House brushed it off, why couldn't that magician do the same? Now your boyfriend sits here, concerned and asking questions you can't answer truthfully.
"Hehehehe~! Well aren't you the most adorable little devotee! For you to think that something could bother me, the Hydro Archon and ruler of Fontaine, is both cute and foolishly naïve of you!" You boast before another fit of giggles take over, "Worry not, for I am just fine! Nothing in this world could possibly bother me! Not a human nor a god from another nation.. Hah! Not even Celestia!"
"I understand your concern for me. After all, I'm constantly juggling tasks no ordinary human like yourself could ever imagine dealing with. It must be challenging for me, right? Well you're dead wrong! I am the embodiment of the all powerful! Nothing is hard for me! Hahaha~!"
"..Is that really true?" Freminét asks.
"You dare doubt me?" Y/n retorts, crossing their arms and holding them against their chest.
"No," He answers immediately only to pause, eventually following up with a small, "Well, maybe a little.. But if you're really fine, I'll believe you. Have a good night, Y/n."
And with that he gets up, but to his surprise, the archon before him, the same one who just told him that literally nothing in this world could trouble them, seemed rather distressed. Even going as far as to stand up from their comfortable seat to call out to him.
"Wait, where are you going?" You force out quickly. Freminét halts and looks back. A look of genuine confusion etched on his freckled face.
"I'm going back to the House of the Hearth. I had to sneak out in order to avoid anyone catching me.. I should head back before they find out I'm not in bed. I wouldn't want them to get worried and waste their time looking for me.."
"No!" You shriek. Freminét jumps. You notice and quickly clear your throat, "I- I mean, no..~" You drawl, "You can't, I uh.. I haven't.. Our time here isn't up yet! Yeah.. You can't leave because you haven't spent your full time here yet!"
"What do you mean?"
"W- Well you came here to talk to me and might I remind you that I am a god! When you converse with me, it's tradition to stay for at least a full hour before leaving so that I may properly bless you with good faith and fortune and all of that.."
A stretch, but not entirely false. For centuries, religious families from all over the nation have scheduled meetings just to worship you and hear your words of good faith for them and their families, most of which staying for hours on end until they're forced to leave by the Gardes so technically you aren't lying to him. Twisting the truth, maybe. But definitely not lying!
An expression of skepticism crosses the driver's face for a long moment as he mulls over your words in silence. A couple seconds pass, each one making you more and more nervous. After all, there's no official rule or anything that states that he has to stay here so if he really wanted to, he could leave and you'd let him.
Despite what you may say, you can't exactly force him. Anyone else? Sure, you'd have no problem making them do as you please. But Freminét? No, no, no. You see, he's what one would call special. He has leverage over you. Leverage that no one else has. And that leverage is being your beloved partner in secret. If he were to tell or make any indication that he's uncomfortable or upset, you'd do just about anything you could to make him feel better which of course includes letting him leave this Opera House if that's what he'd truly want.
"..Hm, I guess I have no choice but to stay here until time is up.. I've been here for some time so I probably don't have much time left here anyway."
"On the contrary! It's been not but a few minutes since you've sat down so you have a lot more time here than you think." You say.
"But I've been here for almost a half an hour.."
"Archons see time differently than humans, my dear," You explain, "While as time may seem faster to you, it's much different for me. So by my calculations, you still have at least fifty minutes left with me before you can go. Leaving any sooner will count as great disrespect!"
Did that come off too strong? Were you too loud? Ooh.. You hope Freminet didn't feel too pressured by what you said. You just want—no, you need him to stay a little longer. You need to relish in the comfort that his presence brings you just a little longer.
..You want to be selfish just a little longer..please..
Freminet's lips part to speak only to immediately shut. Avoiding eye contact, he walks back over to the couch across from yours and sits down, his eyes remaining glued to the floor. Holding back a sigh, you plop back down on the cushion, staring down at your gloved hands which are clasped together in your lap.
Now you've done it. You should've just stayed quiet and let him leave! Now he's uncomfortable and you two are sitting in this awkward silence that's absolutely killing you!
How can you fix this? Should you resort to flattery? Agh, no. Freminet wouldn't like that. Should you just carry on conversation? What would you talk about.. The sea, maybe?
"Tell me, how has your little companion been faring? I noticed that you didn't bring him with you," You inquire, not ready to look up and see his face just yet and deciding to keep your gaze fixed on your hands.
Freminét looks up, a little surprised. You were interested in Pers? And here he thought you were silently judging him for carrying him around all of the time..
"He's doing fine. I left him back at the House of the Hearth to keep Thelxie company. Although..I was reluctant in doing so.."
"Thelxie? Are you referring to the Water Imp in that children's fairytale? How and why would Pers be keeping him company?"
"It's a little complicated.. I've accepted a commission to make a toy and per my commissioner's request, I've named the toy Thelxie," He explains.
"Hm, I'll admit that you've peaked my interest," You gain the courage to look back up at Freminét. Deciding not to comment on the way he immediately looks away from you upon locking eyes with you, "You've mentioned before that you don't take commissions and prefer to work at your own pace without feeling pressured. What about this commission is so different from the rest? Well, besides the fact that you're basing the toy off a children-eating water imp from a children's tale."
It takes a moment for Freminét to respond and when he finally does, he speaks in a lower tone, "I.. hm.."
"What is it?" You ask, "I know me being interested in things other than an excellent performance is hard to come by and I've been told of the pressure one feels with faced against my expectations, but you should at least try to answer my questions."
"I'm sorry," Freminét mumbles quickly, beginning to fiddle with the skin of his fingers, "But.. For the sake of her privacy, I can't really go into any further detail about this.."
And the silence returns and oh, how you've come to absolutely despise it since your relationship with the diver began. You want to say something. You even fix your lips, waiting for the words to come to you, but they don't. Leaving you looking rather dumbstruck as a result.
What is wrong with you? He's just a person. Someone without any kind of intimidating aura or power to him so why are you hesitating? Since you can't talk about the commission, change the subject. Simple and easy, right?
Don't be so scared. It's just Freminét. Yes, no reason to be nervous. It's just Freminét. It's just Freminét—
"Can you..hold me?" Wait, what are you saying? That wasn't apart of the script! What are you doing? "Please.. It doesn't have to be for too long and you may leave immediately afterwards if you'd like..I just.. I really would like it if..uhm.."
Face warmed, avoiding eye contact, the light sweating.. What? Have you really reduced yourself to some shy background character who's only purpose in the film is to stammer out stupid sentences occasionally? That's no fit for someone who's been acting for as long as you have. You need to fix this. You need to save this performance!
But what do you say? Nothing's coming to mind. All you have to say is a few simple words with your usual confident tone and then divert the conversation to something else until you can recover completely. That's it. That all you have to do so why are freezing up? Don't tell me you suddenly have stage fright or something. That would be unacceptable.
You've been silent for too long. Any longer and you won't be able to salvage this no matter what you say! So, speak. Say something! Anything—!
Cool hands finally snap you from your thoughts. One snakes around your waist and the other rest on the side of your head. You fall to the side and your stiff body collides with smooth clothing before you can react.
"Is this.. Are you..okay with this position?" His voice comes out as a small whisper, just a bit quieter than normal, "My mother.. She could always tell when I was upset. She would hold me just like this and sing in my ears until I felt better.. I- I'm not a good singer like she was, but I can tell you about some of the clockworks I've been working on lately. I'd probably bore you though.."
This definitely wasn't apart of the script. What should you do? Pull away? Chastise him for touching you so freely? You really don't want to do that. His cool embrace, the smell of the ocean on his clothing that for some reason makes you feel the opposite of the uneasy feeling you'd usually get from smelling seawater.. This feels so nice..safe almost.. Can't you just add this in or something? Surely it wouldn't be too out of character for you to indulge in this, right? Right?
At the dejecting sound of your silence, Freminét's already loose grip loosens even more to the point you barely feel his hands on you, "I'm sorry.. I've never done this so I.." He trails off as he watches you pull his arm so that it wraps around you again. The previous statement he was planning to finish having long been forgotten as he seems more focused on you and how embarrassingly warm his face has gotten than whatever he was planning to say.
You arms hesitantly cage his waist, keeping his body flush against you as you begin mumbling something incoherent under your breath. You bury your face—which is beginning to become unbearably warm itself—into his shoulder and with your mouth closer to his ear, he was finally able to hear you..
"Even archons need to be pampered occasionally, divinity or not. You should be honored to share such close proximity with me and bask in the elegance that is me so, uhm..please stay for as long as you're able.."
With a brief wave of confidence that washes over him, Freminét brings his other hand back up to your head, this time slowly running his fingers through your hair, "Oh..alright," He mumbles against your hair after a while.
Another silence comes creeping in yet it no longer carries that thick, unpleasant air of awkwardness with it. Instead, it's light, almost soothing, just like his touch. It was as if the lights behind the closed curtains had dimmed a little and although it didn't stop your performance, it made it a little more bearable.
He makes things just a little more bearable for you, even though he isn't aware of it.
Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx
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Reader is JJs girlfriend and Rafe is jealous cause he's always wanted her. One night at a party, he watches them get into a fight and followers her home and sneaks in maybe and has his way with her. Tries to convince her that he's the better option. 🙈
Jealous
dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, JJ x Reader
Warnings: stalking, noncon, smut, drugs, drinking, blackmail
Rafe had never been able to figure you out.
He had known you almost his whole life, went to most of the same schools as you, lived on the same island as you.
But you just never seemed to care for him.
Despite your Kook upbringing, you grew to prefer the other side of the island. That meant he had to watch you slip from Kook princess to slumming it with Pogues. Something he absolutely could not stand.
What did they have that he didn’t? What attracted you to them rather than him? It wasn’t from his lack of trying. He had made attempts at flirting many times, only to be politely rejected.
“I’m sorry Rafe, I’m just not looking to date right now.” You looked uncomfortable, but he noticed you didn’t shut him down completely, grabbing on to that hope desperately.
“No thanks, I’m trying to focus more on school this semester,” You rolled your eyes, not even taking him seriously, locker closed, turning on your heel and walking away from him.
“Rafe,” you giggled, he couldn’t stop himself from admiring the slope of your throat as your threw your head back laughing, “didn’t I already tell you I’m enjoying the single life right now?”
It just made it all the more of a betrayal when Rafe learned you were going out with JJ Maybank. The thought of that Pogue being able to have you, when Rafe couldn’t? It drove him fucking insane. Even worse was the thought that JJ and his Pogue friends could be filling your head with lies about him.
He knew that he could give you so much more than that piece of shit. Rafe could give you a life, opportunities, and you still wanted JJ? It didn’t make any sense.
He had seen you grow further from his side of the island, spending more time with JJ, then going on dates and hanging out with his friend group. He couldn’t figure it out.
You just didn’t make sense with JJ. You were supposed to be Rafe’s. Why couldn’t you see it?
The sound of someone slamming down a shot in front of him pulled Rafe out of his thoughts. He locked eyes with Topper, the sound of the bass bumping throughout the house bringing him back to the present moment.
Rafe thanked Topper and threw back the shot, thankful for the additional buzz. The crowded house was noisy, bodies pressing close together as he made his way to the back porch, needing some air.
That’s when he saw you.
You were dressed in a short skirt and a tight pink top, and your mascara was running down your cheeks in dark streaks as you screamed at the blond standing in front of you.
“JJ I thought you were changing! I thought you were done with this fighting kooks shit! So why am I hearing from my friends that you’ve been flashing a gun around!”
JJ’s eyes fell to the ground guiltily and he mustered up an attempt at an apology.
“No! Sorry’s not good enough, JJ! I need you to stop doing all of these crazy impulsive things! You’re putting yourself in danger!” Your words were slurred, leaving Rafe to wander how much you had had to drink tonight.
“Y/N, what do you want me to say?” JJ yelled back at you, frustrated. “I’m not gonna stop helping my friends! I care about them too much!”
“And what about me JJ?” You snapped at him, he had nothing to say in response. “If you cared about me, you would stop.”
He was silent, but you knew what his silence meant and you looked up at the sky, blinking as the tears formed in your eyes and you let out a shaky breath, bitterly spitting out, “wow. Fucking wow.”
You turned away from the blond, and he didn’t try to follow you as you walked across the driveway to the street to walk home.
Rafe knew an opportunity when he saw one.
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You were a mess. Tears blotted your vision as you angrily stomped home. You couldn’t believe that JJ was being this unreasonable. You just wanted him to be safe, and he was picking guns and glory over you? Bullshit.
You raised a hand to wipe your tears away, not caring about your already ruined makeup. Tonight was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to just enjoy a fun time with your boyfriend, only for Sarah to give you news that shook you to your core, that JJ had threatened Topper with a gun. You were so pissed you couldn’t stop yourself from yelling at him outside.
You had taken several shots and downed a few drinks at the party, and you were stumbling a bit as you made your way through the familiar neighborhood. Your head swam, the alcohol clouding your thoughts and your vision.
Thankfully, you made your way to your front door, unlocking it and swinging it shut behind you, too drunk and upset to notice that it didn’t close all the way.
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Rafe had trailed behind you in the shadows as you drunkenly walked home. He couldn’t help but admire the way your skirt hugged your ass, how your shoulders were bare and your crop top was riding up to expose your back a bit. You were so drunk you had no idea he was following you.
It was fate that you didn’t close the door all the way, Rafe had been prepared to break in through a window, but this was easier, less messy.
He quietly opened the door, looking around to see if anyone else was home. Nope, just you. It was almost too easy.
You were upstairs in your room, the light from the cracked door beckoning to Rafe as he stalked up the stairs. He couldn’t believe how perfect the situation that he found himself in was.
You would be too shocked and far too drunk to say no. Maybe you were already passed out, that would be so much better.
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You sighed as you lay on the bed on your stomach, brushing the tears from your eyes
You still loved JJ, and you were so hurt that he was choosing his friends over you. You didn’t want the relationship to end, but you-
Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard your door creak open and you flipped over, heart pounding as you locked eyes with Rafe Cameron.
A moment passed as you processed your shock before you broke the silence. “Um, Rafe what the fuck are you doing here?!”
“I saw that fight you got into with JJ.” His casual tone chilled you, as if that explained why he thought he had the right to just walk into your house. He continued, “y-you know I could treat you better than that Pogue scumbag. I have an actual future, what the hell does he have? No money, no plans. You shouldn’t be with him. You deserve better than that.”
After a beat, you scoffed, barely believing what you were hearing. “Rafe, I don’t like you. I’m not interested, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you! Now get the fuck out of my house!”
He exhaled through his nose, temper rising as he stepped into your room, closing and locking the door behind him. “Y/N, just listen to me.” You weren’t as drunk as he hoped you would be, you were talking back too much. He walked closer to your bed and you scrambled away from him as he loomed over you. “You’re a Kook. You shouldn’t be associating yourself with Pogues.” He spit the last word out like it left a bad taste in his mouth.
“Rafe, you’re scaring me,” you stammered, head still buzzing and your words came out slurred.
He was standing by the opposite side of the bed, eyes burning into yours. Despite your fear, or maybe because of it, he couldn’t stop imagining how you would feel choking on his cock.
“Why did you never take me seriously, huh? You treated me like a fucking joke!” He yelled and the venom in his voice terrified you.
“I-I’m sorry,” your voice cracked, anxiety gripping your throat. Tears spilled past your lashes as you looked up at him and Rafe felt his cock throb at the sight. Fuck.
“Sorry isn’t good enough, Y/N.” Your eyes widened as his words echoed the ones you had just screamed at JJ earlier that night. “Maybe I just need to show you how much better you could have it.”
“Rafe-” you were cut off when he surged forward, pressing his lips to yours, one hand coming to your throat, pushing your head back to deepen the kiss. Your stomach flipped as his tongue probed into your mouth.
Rafe held you down with one hand at your throat while you tried to fight back, his other hand moving from your hip down to your thighs. He squeezed at your flesh, pushing the material of your skirt out of his way as his fingers danced across your inner thigh.
You squirmed against him, trying desperately to break free from his grasp. You always knew Rafe Cameron was bad news, but you had never imagined he was capable of something like this. He pulled your shirt off of you easily, fondling you over your bra. He brought his attention back between your legs.
When his fingers ghosted over your clothed core, you bucked your hips involuntarily, thoughts flashing with the memories of JJ between your legs. A smirk spread across Rafe’s lips as he drank in the sounds you made at his touch.
Your head was spinning, the feeling of Rafe pulling your panties to the side barely registered until you felt him slowly pushing his middle finger into you, awed by the way you clenched around him. A low hum escaped your lips and you rolled your hips as he moved his finger inside you.
Rafe tried to take in every detail, needing to commit you to his memory. The soft moans you were making, the way he could see your nipples getting harder and feeling you getting wetter around his finger was almost enough to make him cum already. He rolled his thumb across your clit, and the sound that you made was fucking heavenly. He could feel you tensing around him as he toyed with your clit, the little whimpers coming from you encouraging him to slowly slide in a second finger.
You gasped as you felt the cold metal of his ring inside you, breath hitching when he curled his fingers. Rafe loved the way you looked at him, the fear in your eyes told him you would give in to anything he wanted.
One hand still working your core, Rafe unbuckled his belt with the other, pushing his pants down, and stroking himself over his boxers.
Your eyes widened as he climbed on top of you, anxiety trapping you in place, and you could do nothing but watch as he reached into his boxers to pull his length out, stroking himself at the sight of you trembling below him.
His lips covered yours again, hand roughly groping at your thighs as he guided himself between your legs.
Rafe slowly pushed the head of his cock into you, hissing at the feeling of your heat taking him in. You squeezed your eyes shut, cheeks burning in embarrassment when you realized you had just let out a shaky moan against his mouth.
Rafe sighed as he inched into you, you were so fucking tight he just felt more jealous that you had been keeping yourself from him for so long.
He bottomed out, hips bumping yours as he ground his hips back again, tortuously slow. He wanted to feel every single part of you, he had waited long enough.
You gasped when his fingers found your clit again, and he felt you clench around his cock. He drew circles on the sensitive flesh, hips still moving against yours slowly, until something inside him finally snapped.
Rafe growled, pace increasing and you could do nothing but cling to him, fingernails digging into his back as he pounded into you. Your bed was squeaking as he moved and you couldn’t tell whose name you were crying, Rafe’s or JJ’s.
Rafe was moaning in rapturous pleasure, praising you for taking his cock so well and degrading you for the noises you made in the same breath. His hand found your breast again, kneading at the tender buds and your head spun as you could feel your release approaching.
Rafe’s mouth covered yours again, hot and messy as he breathed you in like you were the oxygen he needed to live. He rutted into you harder, spurred on by your breathless pleas. With another snap of his hips, you saw stars, the pressure between your legs exploded and Rafe whispered words of praise as you came on his cock.
“Good girl. That’s my girl.”
You couldn’t think straight, body slumping against the bed after your orgasm ripped through you like a knife. Rafe was close, speeding up to fuck you rougher, not caring at all about the tears streaming past your eyes, he just needed to cum.
With a strained groan, he pulled out of you, straddling you and stroking his cock over your stomach. Rafe’s hips spasmed and he came, covering your breasts, stomach, and part of your face in his seed.
“Fuck, I’m gonna need a picture of this princess.” His voice sounded far away, words not registering.
You were so dazed you barely noticed the flash of his camera, capturing you in the compromising position, naked breasts covered in his cum.
You snapped your head up at him and struggled to sit up, realizing what he had just done. You opened your mouth to yell at him but he cut you off.
“Relax Y/N, I’m not sharing it.” He smirked at you, drunk with the power he knew had over you. “On one condition. You don’t tell a soul about anything that happened tonight, and that picture will stay private. Got it?”
You nodded your head, rage simmering in your eyes.
“Good girl.” Rafe lightly gripped your chin, tilting your head back before giving you a final unwanted kiss. The blond pulled his pants back on, and wrapped his lips around his ring, licking your juices off of it.
“Think about my offer. And I’d love to take you on a date sometime, Y/N.” Rafe flashed a grin before walking out the door, leaving you a sniffling mess.
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hi! love all of your reactions and scenarios <3 could i request a soft!dom felix x fem!reader? haven't seen each other in a while and felix just praising reader?
how have you been? — felix
> summary. sometimes, life and ambitions just gets in the way of relationship.
> genre. fluff, angst, smut, established relationship, long-distance relationship, boyfriend!felix, soft-dom!felix, fem!reader.
> warnings. praising, general sexual themes, body-worship, pet names, minor language.
(wc) > 2.1k
(taglist) > @jihanlovic
(sunny's note) ☆ it took a good while to come up with a plot, and it was from the most unlikely place ever.
Felix was quite a clingy boyfriend, maybe clingy was an exaggeration, but he loved being around you so much that he would always whines and pouts when you said you needed to leave. Until he left you first, ironic was it? You didn’t hear anything from him when he disappeared out of a sudden, he didn’t text or call, nothing at all.
That wasn’t him, wasn’t the Lee Felix that you knew. He would never, right? He would never do such a thing to you, especially ghosting you even though you two were still technically together. A few days, then a few weeks, then a few months, then a whole entire year of complete silence from him. So…he dumped you? You couldn't believe it, you weren't going to believe. Inside of you, the bottom of your heart, you would never accept the fact that he actually left you like that.
Why didn't you contact him first? You would, you wanted to. But every one of his social media accounts had you blocked for some unknown reason. His number was changed too, it seem. When you called, the line was out of service. And before you knew it, you had stopped trying to reach him all together.
That wasn't until one rainy day in the middle of August, incredible winds, raindrops falling from the sky throughout the entire daytime, all the way into the evening. Your phone rang, sending vibrations on the surface of your desk. Before it got a chance to jump off, you picked it up, just to see an unknown number calling you. Half expecting it to be the company you applied for calling you back with good news, the other half expecting a salesman of which you could easily hang up on.
"Hello?" You spoke first.
"[Y/N], finally!" Almost dropping you phone in utter shock and anger and relief, your hands were shaking as you tried your best not to break down. You could not be mistaking, that was, for a certain, Felix's mellow deep voice.
The other line let out a tired chuckle, "Oh God, I would've called sooner. But I couldn't, for the life of me, remember the digits to your number."
Your ears tuned out all of his rambling, as he went on and on about things you had no clues. A sniffle echoed through the telephone line, momentarily, silencing everything. Except the rain outside kept pouring with no sign of stopping, you wondered if it would rain this whole weekends too, that would be quite a pain. Maybe not as painful as his presence.
Your voice full of long-term anguish, screamed, "You asshole! What took you so long?! Why did you even bother to show up now?!"
Throat tightening, all the unspoken words of the past timespan, the things he had no time to tell you, an apology. He held back his tears, filling in with giggles to dilute the tension which resulted in little to no success. As he listened into your distressed cries, the guilts rising inside of him once more. Felix cried often, many things could easily bring him to tears. Yet, right now he couldn't shed a tear even if he desperately wanted to. Because it wasn't his turn to cry, it was yours.
"[Y/N], I..." His mind was a blank, nothing came up to be spoken as comfort. What should he do now? What could he do now?
Felix paused, then he talked to you again. "Hey, let's meet at the café near your place."
"Are you crazy? The rain will wash me away out there, and besides, how do I know that you're not going to ghost me?" You replied coldly. You were sure that you were not going to survive through this type of weather, a running nose or a cold at the very least. Crazy how that café was still opened all those years, it basically witnessed your complete relationship with Felix, ever since the beginning until this moment.
You had your first date there as well, he asked you out if you remembered correctly. You still owned the same sundress you wore that day, you got tons of compliments from Felix when he saw it. Youth years were absolutely insane, wild and stupidly in love with one another. Each time you initiated affection, each time you told each other your feelings, each time you vowed to live and die for each other. Those years were the happiest, they were dreams, they were the peace between chaos.
Felix simply assured, "I'll come pick you up then, be there in twenty."
Giving you no time to process or protest, the opposite line hung up. Caught in a state of panic and confusion, you quickly scrambled around your room as you were unsure of what to do. You looked like a hot mess, tear stains and disheveled hair, your clothes told the public that you had given up. Despite how mad you were at him, and how the weather being in absolute disorder, you still dolled up yourself for him. Putting on makeup, brushing out your hair, changing your outfit in a time crunch.
You rushed down the stairs as soon as you heard the bell rang, your hurried footsteps echoed throughout the apartment building, possibly disrupting your neighbors who also lived here. For the first time in a long while, you saw him. Holding an umbrella, patiently waiting for you to come, he was dressed in unfamiliar attire—not in his usual style, a huge improvement if you could put it as so.
“[Y/N],” Felix admired your appearance, “you look beautiful.”
You opened your own umbrella, stepping the small puddles towards him and into the rain. The walk was quiet, the air was tensed. Felix was a sociable person, but in this situation you two were in, he couldn’t start a conversation to save his failing relationship. There were so many things to say, yet no one could bring themselves to talk.
Not until you reached your destination, still on the same street, still radiated the same cozy vibes, still brought to you much nostalgia. He said his first 'I love you' here, right in this booth you two were sitting. The usual order of hot chocolate with marshmallows, too sweet but just as hot enough to filed up one's chest. The chocolate ran down its warmth inside to the stomach, grazing each and every ribs, poking at the heart. Felix loved those, he still did, and he would only order them when he is with you. To be honest, you were sweeter and warmer than any hot chocolate he ever had.
"Alright, make it quick, I have an early shift tomorrow." You told as you stirred your cup of tea in annoyance. Actually though, you wanted to stay for as long as the both of you possibly could. At the same time, you didn't want to have this conversation at all since you knew for a fact, he would make you cry.
Felix nodded, understanding your current frustration. He took a sip of hot chocolate, the marshmallow splitting under his teeth. Sweet on top of sweet, the amount of sugar that seeping into his tastebuds. Some of the cream stuck on his top lip, forming a messy mustache. Before he could get rid of it himself, as an act of habit, you were wiping it away with the tissue you had in your hand.
“Ah, um…sorry—”
“Thanks, [Y/N].” The way he spoke your name with his deep tone still stirred you up in ways you had forgotten, awfully sweet yet quite personal at times.
“Anyways,” He smiled gently, gazing up at you with the pure fondness he had since the very beginning, “How have you been?”
Slightly furrowing your brows, not too pleased with how he decided to start this conversation, it felt awkward, which shouldn't happen between two people that known each other for years already. Though there was an endearing undertone about it, first date kind of feel, like getting to know one another all over again. Hobbies, then family, then might as well get into TMI territory.
"Good, you?" You gave a short answer, expressing your bit of refusal to cooperate.
"I...um...sorry that I left so suddenly. I know that was inconsiderate of me, but I had no choice at the time." Felix apologized, running his fingers through his bleached blond hair—used to be a dark brown colour, he has gotten rid of his natural hair.
"Not even one text? I was waiting for you in the rain!" Frustrated, you exclaimed.
"I know, I know! I don't blame you for feeling upset, I swear, I'll make it up to you!" Felix pleaded.
Silence rose upon the two of you once more. He hurt you, now he was trying to mend things. Selfish of him to left you behind as he chased his dreams alone. Felix hated to admit, the fact that he actually forgot about you. Right, how could he possibly? But life just simply gets in the way of relationship, especially when he spent his time being so far away from you. He was touring around the world, the thought of you crying and begging for his return seemed to slipped his mind. Because he was having too much fun out there, fans cheering his name in grand stadiums and arenas, caught up with polishing his skills, performing on elaborate songs on multiple stages with his band members. With all these things happening around him every day and night, he forgot about you. Fame got to him, that was what the professionals would comment.
Felix quietly touched your balled up fist, "Did you do something to your hair? It suits you well."
Who were you kidding? You couldn't stay mad at him forever, your heart was too weak to make a sweetheart like him cry. Your fist loosened, letting him laced his fingers with yours. As if time stopped, everything became slow, allowed you two to savour this moment a bit longer.
"I miss you, I'm such a horrible person." Felix laid on his arm, gazing at your eyes with more admiration than he ever had.
One thing led to another, it happened faster than you expected. You were at the café, and now you two were making out on your bed. His sweet lips bound you to him for life, like a curse so cruel yet so exhilarating. Felix held you in his arms, fearing he might forget you again, therefore he held on tightly to this pure happiness. Foolishly in love, crazily in love, immensely in love with one another.
"You're an amazing person," placing a kiss on your neck, he whispered, "I have never love someone like I love you."
Trailing kisses down your bare figure, he was gentle and handled you as if you were the most delicate thing. As he went lower, his mouth kept dropping praises nonstop. His hands were shaking as they touched your body, scared that he might hurt you like he did before.
You breathed heavily, holding back a moan. Breasts, stomach, hips, thighs, rear, almost no place that could draw lewd sounds from you was left behind. His thumb pushed against your clit, immediately sending a jolt up your body. Heart beating violently against your ribcage, it was going to jump out of your chest at any given minute. With his slender finger inching bit by bit inside you, lubricated nicely by your natural wetness.
Before you know it, there were already two fingers inside of you. Going in and out as it preparing your for the main event. You could not keep your mouth shut, despite knowing your neighbours were most probably sleeping by now. Whining and moaning, you gripped at his shoulders, making marks on his soft skin. Definitely, some scandals and rumours were going to be stirred up after this.
Coming onto his fingers, already quite breathless since you haven’t gotten intimate in a while. Your stamina used to be great, you could go on for hours, but how come you were so worn out just from one round. You didn’t even got to the main part yet!
“I love you, [Y/N].” Felix told, entering you. Your walls hugging his cock, it felt like he had gotten bigger since last time.
Starting slow, then gradually building up to a faster pace that brought both of you to a new state of pleasure. Felix breathed out, “Oh God, you’re so good to me, baby.”
Each thrust told you exactly how much he missed you, how much he loved you, how much special you were to him. Though he might be in a different place every single day, no place will be as amazing as being with you. He must leave by tomorrow morning, however, he wouldn’t make the same mistake like he did earlier.
“I won’t forget how much I love you.” Said as he came into you. Pressing his lips on your forehead, patiently waiting for you to calm down from your high. Guessed you two were back on good terms.
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you're not sure how long you've been crying, your sense of time completely lost and only able to tell day from night by how the blueish sky and clouds turned into an orange horizon before the stars came out of the pitched darkness.
only able to tell the cafe is near closing time when the pitiful and sorry expressions of passersby starts decreasing and the place grows so quiet, you can hear the clinking of cups and utensils as the workers begin cleaning up.
they probably feel sorry for you, one of them even offered a cup of coffee earlier when they noticed your swelling eyes in the corner and the fact you were obviously not okay.
you wipe another lone tear with your sleeve when a gentle tap on the table takes your attention, snapping around to see one of the workers who looks about your age and is most likely a local student working part-time.
"hey, miss, just letting you know we're closing in about ten minutes," she says, treading carefully because you already look like you had an awful day.
"oh, i'm sorry," your voice comes out hoarse, bowing slightly in apology as you stand up. "i'll get going."
"would you like anything before you go?"
you shake your head, the first smile of the day settling on your lips faintly as you thank her.
the air outside is crisp as the months go by, leaving summer behind to accomodate fall. time have passed and the leaves are changing.
you didn't go back to the dorms earlier because you didn't want to face yuna when she'd occasionally return in between classes for breaks and whatnot. she would notice something immediately given how conflicting your guys' schedules are in the first place.
you didn't want to tell her that you got your heart broken (the short version) and didn't attend any classes at all. you're not ready for that conversation yet, settling for isolating and humiliating yourself in a public space instead until you're ready to go back.
but you just feel absolutely defeated and foolish, all this time clinging onto something that was never going to work out. something that you knew from the beginning was doomed to fail.
you've had so many chances to make it right and cut it off when time still hasn't ran itself into the ground and things were still in your favor.
had the relationship stopped when mingi and yunho asked you to, and had you not let him back in the day he came to the dorm, it still wouldn't feel so hard to breathe and you could've been spared the worst possible heartbreak.
but after all, you did it to yourself. so you will wallow in your own pity party and regrets, rethinking of all the stupid choices in life you've made--this being one of many.
you take the time walking back to the dorms and readjusting yourself to make sure your appearance doesn't give off you've been crying all day, and the first time you see him in a few months... he feels like the calm standing in the middle of an ongoing storm.
for just the slightest seconds, you feel relieved at the familiar head of black hair that used to be blonde and the pair of spectacles over his eyes. you forgot how strikingly good looking yeosang actually is.
"hey!" he's the first to greet, one hand in the air by natural reflexes and there's something that dances in his body excitedly before he catches on and tones it down.
"where did you come back from?" he asks after you two agreed on a spot at the side of the building, the ghostly breeze passing by the almost empty area.
"the cafe," you answer, your delivery a lot stronger than expected.
"oh. studying? i just came back from the library after cramming for chemistry."
you just shake your head, not offering anything else. you really are happy to see yeosang again but it's hard to show the enthusiam after what happened today, and yeosang can tell something isn't right.
"hey, you okay?" he speaks softly, attempting to catch a glance of your profile since you have it hidden behind your hair all this time.
and that's all it takes for you to break down again, your tears hurling before you even give it permission, because it hurts so much.
it may had stung with junseo, your ex-boyfriend. but with san, despite the fact you guys never actually dated, the pain is so much more unbearable because you loved san. you still love him.
yeosang can only stare with alerted eyes, unsure how to console you because this scenario is a first.
"i-i just feel so stupid," you drag it out, clogged throat and all, finally turning to face yeosang and he can see how puffy your eyes are even in the poor lighting.
you're not sure why it's him of all people you're telling this to. you just need to get it out of the system, having kept it to yourself for so long like a dark secret that's been slowly killing you from the inside, but now that you're about to spill it, it does feel like some of the burden will be lifted.
"i should've listened to mingi and yunho. i should've never let him back in. i should've never even remotely think that i had a chance."
once you speak, you just keep going. you feel you can trust yeosang.
"i've been seeing san behind their backs, and he dumped me today, obviously and rightfully so. i should've seen it coming," your voice changes from defeat to acceptance so quick, by the time you're finish, only a tired sigh comes out.
yeosang is stunned initially, still not sure how to react at such a raw and vulnerable confession, especially coming from you. but you must've been pushed to the last option judging by the current state.
he's not surprise san turned out to be exactly how he predicted. guys like that are cliche, but girls like you will fall for it because you're too sweet and naive, lacking of experiences and easy to take advantage of.
he had suspicions, but again, it wasn't any of his business.
"and why are you only blaming yourself for it?" his first reply is full of frustration toward the amount of slack you're giving san.
you're about to say something in response but stops because you realize he's right, recalling how mad you were at san before, but now taking it out on yourself.
"if you liked him that much, he knew it for sure and used it against you. i don't know what went down, but you should be kinder to yourself. you need it after whatever that douche just put you through."
you stay quiet, not because you don't have anything to say but because you really needed to hear that after today. something kind and heartwarming.
"i just don't know how i'm going to tell mingi and yunho. eventually they will have to know, i don't want to keep it from them forever."
yeosang curls his lips together, arranging his thoughts before speaking again, "i really do say this with the best intention, and i know mingi and yunho cares for you dearly but at the end of the day, you don't owe them anything. you're your own person and you made a mistake... a choice, and whenever you're ready, you'll tell them."
you reside in the thought for long enough before nodding in agreement. he's probably right. for now, you need time to yourself and to think everything through before pleasing anybody else.
"thank you, yeosang... for listening to me."
he smiles and nod.
"i'm honored to be someone you can trust," he says at the same time he stands up and offers a hand. "i'll walk you to your room."
you start off by throwing away any reminders of him, whether it's the jacket with a humiliating history or the stupid bear he won to fool you, it's all gone. you don't want anything of him left behind.
you can still recognize him by touch, by his unique scent that if it was to whisk past your nose, you would immediately know who it belongs to. sometimes your heart would skip a beat when there's a knock at the door or when your phone goes off with a notification because you're so afraid by chance, it just might be him.
truth is, regardless of anything, thoughts of san will always linger like a bad headache but you just figure it might make it easier.
you focus on refining your drafts and old works, and even started taking more interests in other classes unrelated to your major. as long as your mind is occupied, you won't have time to think about him.
mingi and yunho are busy with their own schedules which you're grateful for in your own callous ways because then, you get to procrastinate on telling them.
before you know it, your routine has reverted back to its old way of tedious school assignments, your job, and long periods of seclusion, it doesn't seem like you're talking to anybody these days.
when you finally decide to leave the dorm for a change of scene, not much options on the list besides the nearby cafe as you send the workers from before a shy smile and head nod, trailing to the usual table at the back.
"this seat taken?" that familiar voice makes you pick your head up from digging through your backpack.
yeosang stands tall and has his own bag hanging over his shoulder, one eyebrow quirking when he meets your gaze.
"no. i just sat as well."
he nods and takes the seat across, throwing his bag to the side before asking, "you feeling any better?"
you blink a few times before shrugging and answering, "i'm okay."
granted it's only been a couple of days, he isn't expecting a world of changes, but just that you're feeling better even if little by little.
"have you talked to mingi or yunho at all ever since?"
"small conversations, mostly texts but haven't really gotten the time to sit down with them and hang out or anything. they're busy."
"i see. haven't really got the time with yunho as well. the guy i work for, he had to run somewhere so the shop was closed early and i just thought i'd pass by."
you hum at his words, reaching for your laptop but yeosang continues on, "by the way, i didn't see you at all in any of the major classes. did you finally took my advice? or am i just pushing it?"
a genuine chuckle makes your mouth burst until your face calms into a smile because thinking of it, it's actually been so long since you've properly spoken to yeosang if not counting the one from days ago.
so many things have happened since then, notably the fall from grace of yours and san's 'relationship' and all the highs and the lows. it's been a while.
most of your past encounters with yeosang was because you two shared the same class, but it's harder now given the circumstances. you haven't even had the chance to tell him he was the one who persuaded you to follow your passion (in the making).
"yeah, i dropped that stupid major so long ago much thanks to you."
"tskk," he scoffs, both flattered and offended because technology is in his blood. "geez, one class and you already sworn off the entire field. funny, because that was actually one of the easier classes."
you have to reframe from an eye roll but give in when a smirk so confidently paints his expression.
"i just found out it wasn't for me the hard way. better now than later."
"and that's okay," he switches from the playful tone to a more stern one, "so, you went into writing after all?"
"yeah..."
"and how are you liking it so far?"
"a lot better," you chuckle lightly and even he returns one, "but i'm still exploring... trying to find my style and who i am when it comes to writing."
there's been times where you felt envious of the students in your class just seeing the average scores on papers and thinking to yourself how is it possible for someone to get such a perfect mark or to be so sure of themselves and who they are when enaging in discussions.
you wish to be that certain of yourself and your abilities.
"that's good. you still have a lot of time so don't rush it."
you don't know what it is, but in the darkest of times and when you're in need of comfort the most, yeosang is always there as the light at the end of the tunnel.
he isn't always around but will show at the right time, and perhaps it's a bit dramatic but it's as if he's your guardian angel--always aware of what to say and do to make you feel better.
you're grateful to have him... especially when he becomes the only thing keeping you sane within the next few days--something to look forward to so you're not stuck dissecting another dream and what it means.
it only takes some desperate appearances at the cafe and some pitiful day-to-day life stories for yeosang to offer you his number, saying you can call or text anytime and he'll respond when he can.
the exchange makes you so happy and honestly is the first feeling of joy in a while that before you know it, you're growing even closer to yeosang and it's almost hysterical thinking back to the first meeting.
some days and nights are easier than others, sometimes able to go the entirety without thinking of san too much or letting that wave of anxiety and doom consume you. and some nights... both of these things would strike hard making you turn and toss until you're staring at the wall lifelessly.
you're not even sure if writing it down will make it any better. you haven't touched that notebook in forever and can't recall the last time you actually wrote in it.
at this point in time, it appears to be just one more reminder of him.
you didn't think anybody would take notice to your behavior, not that there's a plethora of people you know anyways. but aside from mingi and yunho, the only other person who would possibly give a shit about you is your own roommate.
and for as little credits as you tend to give her sometimes, yuna notices, asking out of the blue one sudden morning if you're okay.
it's so abrupt, you have to blink a few times before assuring her you're fine, but she doesn't look convinced in the slightest.
"you've been looking troubled these past few days. sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night and you're awake, staring at the ceiling, wall, or on your phone," she says with distress, getting up from her bed to sit at the edge of yours and locking eyes concernedly.
"i know i'm hardly ever around, but if anything's bothering you... you can tell me. i mean, if you want to, of course..."
because you and yuna may hold a lot of differences down to personalities, interests, lifestyle, but she is still a girl. you're a girl. if there's anyone in your life who would be able to relate to stupid boy dramas and getting your heart torn apart by one, it's her.
"it's uh... it's about san," you admit, even his name on your lips already triggering, but maybe telling one more person might rid some of the guilt for not telling mingi and yunho, yet.
"ooh..." she thinks of the name for a second but is quick to remember. "the guy from the party."
"yeah..."
"i could tell he liked you then, but you didn't seem very happy when i brought him up again so i just assumed you guys had something going on but it ended for some reason."
"we had a... thing, i guess you can call it. it was on and off, and mostly stupid. but it's over now and i'm just having a hard time..." you don't finish the sentence, unable to find the words you're looking for.
"being away from him?" yuna adds, a short staring contest ensuing before you nod.
"yeah."
when he becomes a part of your routine, most of your waking moments spent in the presence of him, everything suddenly feels so wrong when he's not by your side.
"sorry to hear," another apologetic tone falls from her. "i can't offer much, but if you need someone or something, i'm here."
you send a gentle smile her way, nodding.
"you listening is enough."
yuna is a good friend and a good person and you can finally appreciate all of it now that you're not so stuck chasing something else.
she buys some treats for you on the way back from her usual rendezvous and although you tell her she didn't have to, you also make sure she knows you appreciate the kind gesture.
you had subtly dropped the hint that she cannot, in any way, let it slip to mingi or yunho--if she by chance ever crosses path with them which you don't doubt could happen considering the proximity in which you live within each other.
but the fact she knows proves to be just about the last push you need to muster up the courage to tell both mingi and yunho.
you think you've held it for long enough and it doesn't seem fair that yeosang and yuna got to know it before them, the ones you swore an oath to only to break it.
the day you plan to fess up, you send a short text to yeosang if he's available to meet at the usual place.
"so you're really going to do it?" is his immediate response to the announcement.
"yeah. i don't know for how much longer i can keep it from them. it's killing me."
"have you thought of how you're going to do it?"
you shake your head, every possible scenario you already thought of not at all satisfying or fitting.
"no, but... i want to tell them in person and be as truthful as possible, down to every last lie."
he nods, a sympathetic look on him but understanding that this is a matter between only the three of you.
"let me know how it turns out. they might be upset for a while but they're still your friends."
for the longest time, you grew up without any form of love or affection from those around you, always falling behind the other kids and feeling as if you didn't belong anywhere.
all of your primary and middle school years spent alone because you were shy and timid and didn't know how to talk to anyone.
mingi was the first to break the ice after noticing one too many times the way you'd always look so lost sitting under that oak tree by yourself, and being a barely fourteen year old social butterfly who at the time didn't understand some circumstances are not by choice, he felt the need to befriend you.
it took a lot of pestering and embarrassing himself to get you to open up, but eventually, you knew he and yunho were people you could trust.
so you didn't only went behind your friends back, but you lied to mingi and yunho, two of the only people to ever show you love and affection.
anything is possible at this point and you believe betrayal is a very reasonable reaction.
you text them when they're off work and likely able to spare some time, asking if they can drop by because you want to talk.
"if you really miss me, you know could've just cal--"
mingi's figure halfway through the crack of the door stops when he meets yunho's equally perplexed glare, both of them unknowing to the fact the other was gonna be showing up.
"what? is this some kind of surprise because we haven't hung out in so long?" he closes the door and stands before you and yunho, who shrugs in response.
"i just got here as well."
while the two continues jokingly theorizing the reason you called them here, your body is tense the entire time because they really are in front of you now and you're so nervous about their reactions it sounds like their voices have muffled into a commotion matching your heartbeat until you're blurting out, "i've been seeing san behind your guys back all this time."
the silence after is so deadly, from the way the small talk immediately stops to the fall of their expressions as the room grows uneasy.
"you're kidding me," yunho is the first of the two to say something.
"i'm being serious, and i know what i did is awful," you go on because you told yourself you wouldn't stop until everything is out, but it proves to be more of a struggle than predicted despite the preparation because of the two, the person you expected to have the most compassion, looks the angriest right now.
"i don't expect you guys to--"
but your words are cut short when mingi just turns around and leave the room instead, your sight starting to blur as you fight back the tears.
yunho deflates with a sigh of his chest and shake his head at you, disappointment all over his face that crushes your soul because letting your friends down actually feels so much worse.
"when? why? and for how long?" he interrogates.
"around the beginning of summer? i-i promise, i did tried to stay away at first but then he came into my room and--"
"--jesus christ, y/n. that's almost what? four, five months?"
"i know." and you just start bawling then, absolutely guilty and wrong and ashamed.
"he didn't force anything on you, did he? because i swear, i will knock his fucking teeth out."
"he didn't," you deny weakly, a silence hanging in the air as yunho's at loss for words, honestly still so many questions running through his mind.
and then you tell him everything. from the night san busted into your room to the secret meetups, the carnival date, the trip, the parties, and down till the last second where he 'dumped' you pathetically.
he's not taking it very well but he's taking it a lot better than you expected, and is surprisingly the least upset of the two. said you can still reach out to him but he's going to need some time.
you don't hear from mingi for the next four days. he doesn't answer to any of your calls or messages.
it's rare and unusual to see him genuinely upset, you could probably count on one hand the amount of time something really pissed him off.
you hurt him and is now suffering from the consequences.
once yunho starts coming around, he replies to one of your texts regarding mingi and said for you to also give him time. that sooner or later, he will most likely want to talk to you about it. tell him what you told yunho but know that you lied and broke their trusts in some form.
in the midst of dealing with your friends not speaking to you, yeosang keeps you company for most days.
he entertains you by telling stories of his day-to-day job working at a computer repair shop, most of the time spent assembling customized gaming pcs, that if you're to ever stop by, he can teach you a thing or two (if you're interested).
"the guy that owns the shop, he's chill. but on slow days, i use the time to do most of my school works," he tells you.
and time passes by like that until mingi's ready to talk.
he makes an appearance by paying a surprise visit one unsuspecting evening, a knock at your door to a sullen look on him.
"hey," you awkwardly greet, attempting to lessen the tension with a light smile after.
"let's talk."
he walks himself in, flopping on the edge of your bed as he pats the spot beside for you to take a seat.
there's no prolonging or beating around the bush, and you're honestly glad for it, dying to address and settle everything to savor the few things you still have.
"i want to know, how long exactly after that conversation we had did you start seeing him again?"
the serious, sullen look on him never leaves, and it only intensifies when he asks that question. you try the best digging into scraps of your memories for accuracy but truthfully, the timeline is a little hazy.
but from mingi and yunho telling you to stay away from san to the day you relasped, it must've been a month at least.
"i did mean what i said at the time, i swear."
because you don't want him to think that the lies already started then; only giving him what he wanted to hear, if that's why he's asking you the question.
"i didn't text or call him, and if he did, i ignored him. i was spending most of my time inside or at the cafe and i was fortunate enough yeosang was there sometimes to accompany me. he even showed up drunk one time but i kicked him out."
you tell him the things you did right first, because you know you're about to disappoint him.
"then he came again one day, and i just... gave in. that must've been about a month after the conversation."
the manner in which mingi's shoulders drop the same time he heaves out irritatedly is expected, only watching in silence as he rakes his hair in frustration.
"what pains me the most is not that you lied to me, but that you would willingly hurt yourself."
he's had time to come to terms with the fact although it bugged him greatly because it just wasn't you... to lie countless times, and over a guy. but to some extent, he can let it slide depending on the circumstances.
but what he can't get around to is you going back to san, knowing one-hundred percent in the deepest of your heart whether you want to deny it or not, that he won't be able to give you what you want.
that you will get hurt, you are going to get hurt.
he tries his best to protect you without all the coddling or cradling, afraid of coming off overbearing but it is so disheartening to watch you do this to yourself.
it must take a level of low self-esteem and self-hatred, and... he really just feel so fucking sorry for you.
"and the worst part was that he actually tried ending things sooner and i was the one to seek him out for the last time," you unveil because he's right and the only thing you know how to do when guilty is to fess up.
"he said maybe someday, he could see himself with me... but not right now."
sympathy is quick to take over mingi, because in spite of it all, he will always hold a soft spot for you.
"and you're not thinking he actually means what he said, now do you?"
because san's a dickhead and could be using that as leverage for the last time; give you false hope and feed ideas into your gullible mind that there's a chance; a maybe in the future.
"the first part? no." you chuckle bitterly. "i won't ever be the one for him and i don't wish for anything more between us from now on."
"good. because fuck that guy. i hope for nothing but only the worst for him."
and for all your fuck-ups and downfalls, you don't know if you're ever deserving of mingi whose only punishments is the four days of silent treatments, and that for the next two months, he's going to be wrecking your wallet because you're now responsible for treating him and yunho.
it's as if getting a slap on the wrist for what you did, you will be eternally grateful.
he also tells you--in light of trying to find the positives in a rather fucked-up situation, that in some sick and messed up way, at least you experienced what it's like to love someone.
that you may feel san left you hanging, but him running you off is closure. it is as much of an ending as it can be.
a week and a half after you talked to mingi, mostly everything went back to normal.
you had been so scared confessing your sins to your two best friends, deathly afraid they wouldn't forgive you only for yunho to start speaking to you again not even a day later.
a repetitive routine, tedious school works and job; you're all too used to it by now, going on most days like there still isn't a lasting sadness always present and your heart still isn't healing.
you're better, but not completely okay.
mingi notices as he always does, spewing something about the best way to get over a broken heart is to have some fun, joining hands with your roommate behind your back in order to drag you to some club-restaurant.
you had put on exactly what she suggested: a black silk dress that hugs your frame perfectly, heels you can barely walk in--plus she even did your hair and makeup.
"come on, y/n. you look totally hot," yuna assures, after you told the both of them 'to get over someone is to go under someone else' isn't gonna work and you're not gonna start shaking ass on some random stranger.
"yeah, lighten up a little. but we're not only here to pimp you out, we're also here to feast and to officially say: fuck that son of a bitch, choi san, he can--"
"--oh my gosh, can you be any louder?" you hiss, flustered by the volume.
"actually, i can. he's so lucky to have his balls still intact because the urge to cut them off."
"can't believe i thought he was nice," yuna joins.
"that's how it all starts, honey."
you dismiss the chattering and switch focus to the dance floor that's actually quite empty, but mingi had made a point about more people turning up later. and truthfully, the place kind of scares you just as every loud and obnoxious settings do.
"no but forreal y/n, don't worry if you're unable to find anyone. we got just the perfect person for you."
you don't think too much of what he said, disregarding it like you do to all things mingi, only for yunho to show with none other than yeosang not even ten minutes later.
you were wondering where he was.
"sit your fucking asses down, i'm starving," mingi urges the two boys who finally sits after a few comments under their breath, and of course, yeosang is in the middle and facing you.
"hi, i'm yuna. you must be yeosang," your roommate introduces herself. it would be their first time meeting.
he nods and ushers her a thin smile, muttering out a "nice to meet you."
"so what are we getting? any suggestions?" yunho speaks.
"margarita, anyone?" mingi says, sloppily flipping through the menu.
"okay, at least one of us needs to stay sober to keep eyes on the rest just so nobody does anything stupid."
mingi blows, mocking the idea.
"no, fuck that. we're here to have fun and are taking cabs back anyway. might as well go all out."
"and by nobody, i mean you," yunho rebuts.
"i'm great at handling my alcohol, right, y/n?" he looks to you but you only brush it off with a chuckle because if there's anyone to do something stupid under the influence, it's definitely mingi.
"i'll just take a pepsi," yeosang chips in, offering to be that person. "i'm not great with alcohol."
you stare at him momentarily before agreeing, "yeah, me too. i'll take lemonade."
"geez, it's like i'm out with my grandparents," mingi snarks, you and yeosang locking eyes briefly before giggling quietly.
after some time and a lot of quarrelling, you guys decide on a pepperoni pizza and some hot wings, mingi pressuring the two boys next to him to go up and order.
they're barely a feet away from the table when your friend and roommate already start sticking their noses up your business.
"so..." the both of them echo together, it's scary how in sync they are. mingi being the one to eventually finish it off.
"what do you think of yeosang?" he hasn't even blinked at all.
"he's... cool." you shrug, the answer making both of them roll their eyes.
"cool? bitch please."
"he is totally cute, though," yuna adds.
"right. and smart, and totally one-hundred percent approved by us, and was there for y/n when chicken boy san fucked her over even though she was bitching about him at first."
"enemies to lovers?"
"that's what i'm saying!"
"you guys are so dramatic," you squeak, annoyed, "and i'm not gonna use yeosang just to get over him. that would be unfair to yeosang."
the both of them hum and nod, actually in agreement.
"you're right. yeosang shouldn't be a rebound. he's a keeper, that means after you get your shit together--"
he stops when he can hear the two making their way back to the table, passing a knowing glare to both you and yuna before dropping the topic.
and just when you think they would forget about it--too busy chewing your own food and listening to the chitters and music, you completely miss the exchange between your friend and roommate as they smirk mischievously and mumbles something inaudibly to each other.
"i'm full, anyone up for some dancing?" yuna picks her head your direction, the food in your mouth not even fully swallowed when she snatches your wrist and hauls it to the dance floor, "let's dance, y/n."
in the midst of your protest, you can hear yeosang in the background as mingi drags him along.
yunho is unable to do anything except laugh because it was so obvious what the two was trying to do, having caught the act himself.
"yuna, i don't know how to dance," you tell her, eyeing the people around you up and down as they grind against each other.
"you don't need to know how. just have fun!" she playfully pushes you by the shoulder, rocking her head to the beat of the song playing.
and just as you start loosening up a little, someone crashes into your back... rather purposely.
"oop, sorry. didn't see you there," mingi apologizes for yeosang who was the one to bump into you because he was pushing the boy through the crowd like a ragdoll.
you already know where this is going and they're so annoying for it.
there's a second where you and yeosang meet eyes, but are quickly taken away when yuna speaks again.
"well dang, i think i drank a little too much. gonna head to the restroom."
"yeah, me too. that margarita, man," mingi exaggerates, and just like that, they're both scuttling away. leaving you on the dance floor with yeosang.
you're livid at your friends for setting you up, but once you turn to yeosang and sees the soft look in his eyes, some of the rage dissipates.
"well, uh... you look good," he starts by complimenting your outfit, because he's never seen you in that style before. it suits you, he thinks.
"thanks, i guess." you chuckle it off, because yes, you meet him occasionally in the cafe, but this setting is so different and so is the vibe right now. "it all belongs to yuna."
"still looks good on you."
and you're thankful for the dark lightings in here as a blush run across your cheeks.
"i don't know how to dance at all," you confess again out of thin air, bringing a laughter from him.
"me too. this is my first time at a place like this. it's... interesting."
he looks around, and so do you, able to see through the open spaces and spot annoying ass mingi and yuna just off to the side and watching the two of you like hawks.
"if you--" you're cut short when someone elbows you from behind, losing your footing only to fall onto yeosang's chest exactly like a scene from some soap opera.
he balances you out by catching your hips, staring down at you and asking, "you okay?"
you nod, pushing yourself back up.
the night was interesting for sure, and if not for the fact you actually ended up having plenty of fun on the floor even though you could barely dance to save your life, you would never let mingi and yuna live this one off.
yeosang was better than you of course, but it was kind of amusing watching him and yourself try it for the first time.
the rest are drunk enough when it's time to head back, you and yeosang are the only ones still right in the mind.
you take the bills as promised but yeosang offers for the other half, and even in mingi's drunken state, you can clearly hear him passing a comment and telling the both of you to get a room.
halfway into october, things start looking more promising, and again, you feel a little better. not completely okay, just always better than the last time.
your periods of isolation or with yeosang at the cafe were quick to turn into group hangouts when mingi and yunho would join, and occasionally, yuna.
you grow closer with the other two and in a long time, finally allow yourself to make space for someone else besides just mingi and yunho.
by the end of the month, almost every last remnants of san is gone.
it first began during a conversation you were having with mingi, when he casually threw in the revelation that he's no longer friends with wooyoung.
you had felt so guilty at first, feeling like it was your fault. mingi and wooyoung had clicked immediately and were so compatible together. but because you were stupid and ignored all warnings, you ruined a perfectly good friendship.
but mingi had assure you that it was his choice. he no longer wanted to be friends with someone who still associated with san. people come and go, and wooyoung won't be the last, no matter how good of a friend he was.
there was no fight, really, he said. he confronted wooyoung and he just offered to move out. wooyoung must've felt bad about it, but there was no use in dwelling.
mingi has a new roommate now and though they didn't click as fast as he did with wooyoung, he will learn to get along with him.
and in your last attempt to rid all reminders of san, it ended with you quitting your job. the job you got because of him.
it was definitely a risky move considering your age and lack of experience, but you thought long and hard about it, finally pulling the trigger when yeosang told you he might be able to talk to his boss into opening up another position if you're interested.
but whether you get the job or not, you feel you made the right decision.
fortunately, when november comes around, yeosang breaks the news that you got the job. it would be a cleaning position considering the guy is rarely ever around and he needs someone to tidy up the shop when yeosang's too busy running it.
by mid november, mingi brings up the idea that you should join a book club, later supported by yunho and yeosang when you ask for their thoughts.
he said it's a great way for you to meet other like-minded people who mostly likely share a similar passion for writing. that you can learn a thing or two by exposing yourself to just more than your classes.
you were unsure initially because the semester is already coming to an end, but yeosang had convinced you there's still many more to come and was worth giving it a try.
you find the head of the club's email after lurking on the school website and she gives you all informations needed and tells you to be there this friday, the one weekday they usually meet.
said you can come and see for yourself first before she puts you on the official roster.
when friday arrives, you look for the room number she had given but didn't have to look far because it's obvious by the amount of people lining up outside.
you merely have just gotten in line, observing each and every of their faces to hopefully see someone you recognize but to no luck, turning to the sound of incoming footsteps instead, and much to your shock and irony, you see someone you haven't in forever.
popping in with his dark hair and wide smile, he recognizes you as well, waving in the air with a hint of surprise in his eye.
"hey!" he stops in front of you.
"hey hongjoong. wow... it's been so long," you can't help but to comment the obvious which he returns with a short chuckle.
"yeah it has. what are you doing here? haven't seen you around at all."
you give him a shy smile before replying, "i took on your advice and started writing a little... so my friends thought it would be good if i joined the club to expand my interest."
"really?" he looks genuinely taken aback, "that's great! creative writing as well?"
"yeah." you nod. "i thought you didn't go to our school."
"oh, i don't. but i just like hanging around, also because the campus is close to mine and the discussions here are quite compelling so i usually drop by."
"i see." you smile.
"you'll like it, don't worry."
there's so many things you wish to ask hongjoong, given the time he's been away and the heaps of events that has happened since. you did say so yourself that if you meet him again, you would want to hear his story.
“that’s a first. but thanks. if you told me a couple years ago that i’d end up choosing writing, i wouldn’t believe it either. it was never really something i was ever into or cared too much for growing up.” he pauses briefly.
“but there was a tough period in my life, and to deal with it, i kind of just started journaling and writing my thoughts down onto whatever paper or notebooks i could find, and it made me feel a little better afterward.”
hongjoong may not know it, but for someone who's hardly ever in your life, he has quite an indirect impact with just what he said at that party alone.
you feel in some way, hongjoong is your other half, though loosely: long, lost tortured souls who pours their miseries out onto papers and write their feelings away.
but just as you open your mouth to say something, the door swings open and the students start rushing inside. you figure you will ask him after.
you sit in the back and watch the entire time as the group of students ramble on about the book they all read for the week, hongjoong just slightly off at the side and listening to the discussion but will provide inputs from time to time.
after an hour, and after everyone agreed on a new book, you tell the head of the club to put you on the roster, figuring it's something you want to partake in, but you won't admit hongjoong's addition also played a role in the decision.
you thought you were gonna have to run and catch up, but thankfully, he was waiting at the door for you.
"what did you think?" he asks on the walk together.
"it was interesting for sure. fun to see everyone's take on it."
"oh, yeah." he snickers.
it's then that you debate whether you should ask, fearful of coming off intrusive but you also may never get the chance again.
"hey hongjoong..." you kick off, making him spin his head slightly to face you, one eyebrow quirking attentively.
"yes?"
"back at the party, you talked about going through a tough period. i was just wondering if you're comfortable enough to share what it was? no pressure though, just thought i'd take the chance."
he goes blank for a second and you're thinking you might've crossed the line, but your chest drop in relief once a warm smile coats his lips.
"i don't mind. if it will help."
because he also gets the feeling that in some ways, you're like him.
"it was freshman year of high school and i was stupid just as every other boys my age was, and had the bright idea of sneaking into our school's pool at night because it sounded fun and rebellious, and it made us felt cool."
you can tell where the story is heading, but hongjoong doesn't look fazed by it at all. he keeps going.
"it was me and two of my other friends at the time. none of us knew how to swim, and amidst all the fucking around, pushing and pulling, one of my friends fell into the ten feet pool. at first i thought he was messing with us, but it got obvious pretty quickly that all of us were idiots and he really was drowning."
"my other friend went after him. he wasn't a great swimmer but he was the most athletic out of us and i remember at the time, i felt so freaking scared and helpless, i didn't know what to do. what if he couldn't find him as well? what if something happen to the both of them?"
"i'm so sorry... did your friends make it out okay?"
he nods.
"yeah. but the first one was blue in the face when my other friend found him. we honestly weren't sure he was gonna make it. he's fine now. they're both fine. but i don't think i've ever felt that much fear in my life before. it fucked me up for years after... that's when i started journaling."
"oh..."
if you didn't know, you never would have guessed someone like hongjoong, always so kind and lively, went through something so horrible.
now, it's as if he's an entirely new person. nothing to show that he was the traumatized boy in the story at all. you wonder how he does it.
"how did you overcome the trauma? you seem... so much better now."
he dryly chuckles.
"well, it wasn't easy. i thought i could overcome it on my own as well, but when i was becoming merely a shell of the person i once was, not getting out of my room or interacting with anybody, my mother took matters into her own hand and took me to therapy."
"therapy?" you repeat, mostly talking under your breath but hongjoong hears it nonetheless.
"yes. it's now why i'm able to talk about the situation somewhat without breaking down or reliving it all over again. you may think that over time, it will pass and one day, you won't even think of it anymore. but you close your eyes and it comes back to haunt you, you can't get it out of your head, and then you realize... it will continue happening unless you get help. in therapy, i've not only developed coping skills, but i've also learned to heal from my past."
you don't say anything, but are listening so keenly, every of his words ingrained like you can recite them for yourself.
"the lady i saw, she was really good. i still keep in contact with her to this day. if you want, i can give you the address of their office."
he don't have to ask because he just knows, that you two really are long, lost tortured souls who pours their miseries out onto papers and write their feelings away.
and if he's correct, you will need just as much help as he did.
when you finally bring it up to mingi, he thinks it's the greatest idea ever. so great that he can't believe he didn't think of it himself, being a psychology major and all.
the only problem he had at first was that you heard it from hongjoong, a friend of wooyoung, and knowing all too well who that ties back to, you had to assure him that hongjoong is good.
but you have expressed doubts regarding seeking therapy, that it would be beneficial but would take up so much time and not to mention, money. but mingi is adamant about it, that no matter the time or money, it would be worth it for your mental health.
"no, bitch. you need therapy," he would say.
and after a couple more pushes from your other friends, you cave and make the first phone call to the office, a sweet lady answering on the other side as you give her your name and information and the reasons why you would like to schedule an appointment.
she tells you that within the next few days, the therapist will call you again for a more in-depth discussion before she can meet you in-person at the office for the first session.
and though initially doubtful and hesitant, the one-on-one conversation with the therapist over the phone makes you so hopeful that this is gonna work out because she sounded so sweet and understanding, just like how hongjoong described her.
mingi offers to come along for the first in-person appointment, reassuring you through the nervous, shaken hands and pounding heart, that when you walk out of that building today, you are gonna feel so much better.
you want for him to be right, that the efforts put in so far are gonna be worth it. and the minute you walk into the therapist's office, a middle aged lady with a welcoming smile that could warm the entire room, you for some reason just knew then, it's gonna work out.
you start off by telling her about your upbringing. mainly your parents, how your mom accidentally got pregnant at a young age and how she never failed to remind you of it, most of your adolescents were of you being passed around when one parent got too tired.
then you move onto your aunt and uncle, that you started living with them after your mom dropped you off one sudden day and ran away with another man, as told by your aunt. to this day, you have no idea what your father's up to, but you know he doesn't want you.
if he did, he would've came back for you so long ago.
and lastly, the romantic partners in your life; men, who most likely fucked up your view of love forever, or at least for a very long time, which is why you're here in hope to reverse that.
learn to love again, and that just because some pretty boy with dimples and broad shoulders lied to you one too many times and broke your heart, it's not the end of the world.
you are gonna be okay without him, no matter how good he used to make you feel or how strong the butterflies were when he was around.
you are gonna learn to be okay.
dr. hwang, as she tells you to call her by, said she took notes of everything you have told her so far and has a plan for what would be the best type of treatment for you but you'll have to come back for another session just to make sure.
by end of the appointment, taking the elevator back to the first floor, mingi pries away from the magazine he was reading and runs to you immediately.
"how was it?"
you smile at him, something hopeful and optimistic in your eyes.
"good. i think it's going to work."
# last entry
it's been a while since i've written in this thing, and honestly, i was losing my motivation to return because a lot have happened since... and this notebook really does hold so many memories of him. but this was where it all started so it's only fair i give it a proper goodbye. but i've officially made up my mind and will no longer be writing in this notebook anymore. i still have a passion for writing and i realize it is something i want to commit to, but i just won't be doing it here. my life's gone through a few changes and i just wish to leave a some things behind, this being one of them. but one day when i become a much better writer (hopefully), i can come back and laugh at this silly little journal. i have no idea what the next few years have in store or if therapy's going to fix me entirely, but i hope to become someone my current present self can look up to
sincerely, y/n
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五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 [+18] - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 2 / 2
𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝! 𝙸𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚄𝚛𝚢𝚞𝚞 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
✦ part 1
✦ tw: explicit sexual content. sweet lovemaking. dry humping. masturbation. oral. vag. unprotected. sweet ending. be careful if you haven't read the last chapter of manga! Uryu is already a doctor (28 y/o) so he isn't a minor anymore. HE IS AN ADULT. CANONICALLY (the image used for the banner is him now)
✦ masterlist
Pleasing a woman should be considered an art, and there is no greatest artist than him right now.
“(Name), I’m in love with you”
“Uryu…”
For some seconds, your world seems to stop spinning. And the air around feels like isn’t enough for how fast your heart beats. You feel lightheaded, as if your stomach has dropped to your feet. Ishida Uryu has just told you those words? Or is it just your imagination?
Uryu’s lips remain open as his delicate surgeon hands reach for his glasses. He takes them off, slow, so painfully slow. His pupils are almost covering the blue of his irises as they dilate more and more.
One by one, he climbs the little steps of your porch, getting closer to you. You, that can only blink, that can only feel the gushing sound of blood pumping on your ears violently, as you wish he would kiss you.
His hand carefully lands on your cheek, with his thumb lovingly caressing the commissure of your lip. Both have interlocked eyes, with sights that can’t speak, but still scream so many things.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin our friends-“ he tries to apologize for telling you the words you have always wanted to hear for the last twelve years.
You sigh, taking your hand to his cheek in the same way he is doing with you. “You didn’t ruin anything, Uryu…” you whisper, swallowing after. You feel your throat dry. You just don’t want him to go back, you want those words to be the only and forever truth.
“I… I am in lov…” you wanna confess, you can’t. But it’s not necessary, as his lips finally crash with yours in that beautiful wild and vicious way you have imagined so many times.
Your back hits your door, your hand lets go of his face and reach for his waist. The kiss deepens, both summit in pure desire and ardour you didn’t even know you had for the other. Sweet little grunts and whine sometimes scape your mouths, that are sealed by each other’s lips and dancing tongues of wet delight.
“I really, really love you” he mumbles, muzzled by your lips. His eyes closed, his frown in total pleasure, as if, something has been revealed and nothing could change it now. And indeed, nothing will. You won’t allow it. You want him, as much as he wants you.
“I… ngh… love you too” you murmur back, feeling how your pelvis search for his to be so close. Your hand, that feels the carving pain of your keys against your palm, tries to aim for the lock on your back. Results aren’t positive, you can’t even open the door.
Uryu stops, he needs to go inside. You do too. His hands reach for your waist and turns you around, so that you could face the door and finally unlock it. You do, with his chest pressed against your back, and his crotch against the flowy skirt of your yellow floral dress.
Your neck can feel the warmth of his accelerated breathing from behind; you haven’t ever seen him this way. Not even when he seemed to betray you all, not even when he fought for your life up in the sky.
With the click, the door finally opens. Your apartment, with no lights on, seems the perfect place to let go all of your inhibitions. He pushes you so delicately inside, both tripping as you have become only slaves of lust and need.
The place he had been in so many times now feels different, and the sofa by the entrance will be now for your bodies and not uncomfortable sitting moments.
Your legs hit the coach, you let yourself flop into it dragging Uryu with you. There was no time to turn on any light, and the moon light filtering through the window will be enough. There isn’t much to see that you two already know from the other. You know him from the tip of his toe to the tip of his nose. He does too. You cured his wounds after the war, and he cured yours too.
But there was still so much to discover, and that’s exactly what you want to do now.
His arms land by the sides of your face, him panting, watching you in silence being bathed by a slight blue and white shine coming from the window above.
“There is so much we’ve done together, U-chan…” you whisper.
“I wanna do this with you, too” he whispers back with cheeks blushed that makes you melt.
You smile, no need for words. Your hands reach for the buttons of his shirt, opening them one by one. His absolute pale chest meets your eyes, your fingertips touch the Starcross imbued in between his pecs.
His skin spasms to your touch; he isn’t used to it, even after so much.
“You are so beautiful, U-chan” you whisper, as you slide your hands to his shoulders and help him take off his shirt. He sighs, there are so many things happening inside of him, and one of them is to be at total mercy of your love.
Slowly you lift your back, enough for him to understand the message. Soon, he is sitting on the couch, and you are sitting on his lap.
Your dress covers yours and his legs, your panties straight over his crotch. The pressure of his belt carving in your thigh makes you shiver, but, the pressure of his hardness does it more.
You take his glasses and leave them at safe over the little coffee table behind you, before attacking his lips once more. Uryu’s hands travel from your shoulder blades to the small of your back, pressing you to and against his body so manly.
Lips become swollen from kissing and moaning one against the other’s. His, that reach for your neck, and by leaving a trail of kisses he gets to your chest. Playful hands, that, with always utmost delicacy and still so much dominance, uncover your shoulders. And shoulders he also kisses and bites, leaving soft little marks, claiming you as his so smoothly.
“I wanna make love to you” he moans, right next to your ear. It is perhaps, the way your hips are moving and you are unconsciously humping on him, or his own desires finally being unleashed what leads him to say such thing. And you love it. And you want it too.
“Make love to me, Uryu… please” you beg, giving your friend, and now lover, total consent to love your body as much as he pleases.
It doesn’t take much for him to help you out of your dress. Uryu enjoys the way your breasts bounce as the last piece of fabric stops covering your skin.
His eyes, that are usually always so sharp and focus, have now sloppy lids covering them half. Uryu is lost on your perfect anatomy, on each and every single detail of your body. To him, there is no more perfect being than the one that now rests on his lap and is trembling to taste the honeys of his lustful intentions towards her.
He sighs, loudly. And bites his lower lip; such a sexy imagery… “I can’t express the beauty of your body, (Name). I want and I can only wish to make you mine forever” he recites, as if he was a poet sweetening your heart.
Uryu cups your right breast, his hands are cold and still so soft. Approaching his lips, his teeth to your nipple, you can feel it growing harder. Maybe as hard as he is right now, and your sex can sense.
First, he licks upwards, enjoying the taste of your skin and rugged inflamed reaction of your nipple to his tongue. Then, he nibbles, with utmost care and perfect technique. He knows how your body works; he knows exactly how to do it.
As he sucks, he looks at you throw your head back. Your hair raining on your spine, your sex searching for more against his crotch.
You moan, and he adds some pinching too. Index and thumb, plays both with your left nipple. And it’s so good, so lewd. The whines coming from you are pure music to him, and his chest, as well as yours, go up and down to the rhythm of them.
He proceeds with kissing down your chest and into your belly, using his hand to hold your weigh as you are thrown back more and more. Uryu’s arms don’t look muscular, and yet are extremely strong because of his bow.
And because of, maybe, his bow too -or perhaps, because of his sewing skills- his fingers have the precision of a pianist, of a fine expert. Skill he shows, when he gets in between your panties and skin, down to your wetness and into your core.
You squirm to his subtle touch. He goes up and down, dragging your arousal drops all around. Exactly by your clit is where he stays longer, taking his time to stimulate exactly and precisely to make you purr lewdly.
His middle finger, the one that gets into the loop of his arrows end, now gets inside of you. Stretching your walls, that immediately get used to its intrusion. Beckoning motions, pressing in and against your belly, make you feel like losing control. Pleasing a woman should be considered an art, and there is no greatest artist than him right now.
Soon, his ring finger joins. And it’s probably enough, if he keeps going, to make you come. But you crave for more than his fingers, and he does too.
“Can I take you to the bed?” he asks, always so politely and yet still masturbating you.
“Y-yes, please” you mumble, hugging to him as he stands up and carries you in arms.
The soft LED light of your little aquarium illuminates the way towards your room. Uryu knows the place very well, there is no need to tell him. He has carried you many times before. Those times were you got drunk with him, or the times your ex dumped on you, and he stayed the whole night next to you. And even those times where your were incredibly sick, taking care of you. And yet, never once, he touched your skin nor tried to kiss you. But tonight, is different. Love is finally the one leading the way. Love, passion, lust, need.
He deposits you on the edge of your bed, enjoying the look of your dishevelled hair, and some sweat drops garnishing your body. You wanna turn the lights on, believing that maybe the moonlight wouldn’t be enough. But to him it is.
“Don’t turn on the lights. I wanna enjoy you this way” he murmurs, as he unbuckles his belt, and his white pants fall into the ground.
Some, still visible, scars garnish his legs. And you can’t help but kneel and reach for his thighs. Your lips kiss each of them, over the pristine skin that turns slightly red with your pecks.
Your face so close to the only part of his body you still never seen. It’s hard, his loose boxers aren’t no more. They tent with his arousal; they are even wet from precum. The scent of his own body mixed with his sophisticated perfume reaches your nose, making you decide that is your favourite fragrance from now on.
Your nails, that graze the protruding hipbones, rip a growl from him. His lower belly, garnished with an almost invisible happy trail of black hair, spasms and gets goosebumps.
He still can’t wake up, from this dream called indulging in having you naked, kneeling before him, so close to his sex, so willing to devour it.
“Can I?” you ask, softly pulling the elastic of his boxers down.
“I- y-yes” he trembles, it is almost inconceivable to him that you are the one about to pleasure him.
You slide his underwear down, enjoying the way his member hardly frees itself from such silky fabrics. And it’s just as you imagine; perfect length, slightly veiny, reddish inflamed tip, shiny from arousal.
You take some time to watch him in silence. Up and down, and down to his eyes. Lewd, absolutely sinful look, you give to him.
Uryu needs some time; he closes his eyes, his frown intensifies, almost like suffering as he feels like cumming by just looking at you.
And you, knowing that very well, surround his shaft with delicacy and begin to pump. Your free hands reach for his perfectly shaved perineum and balls, helping the masturbation to get more and more amazing.
But, it is your lips those who want to surround his sex. And you let them do it. The tip of your tongue, though, goes first. You were sure his flavour is slightly salty, and your weren’t wrong.
And from the soft touches of your tongue, his tip now enjoys the one that your throat provokes on it. He likes it so much, that Uryu needs to pull your hair not to let you stop.
You gag in response, in heaven, because of how many times you imagined him doing this on endless nights alone in your bed.
You carve your nails into the side of his thighs, encouraging him to keep going and moving your head harder and faster. Those bobbing motions that make his dick get deep into your throat, and your eyes to become teary but your smirk to grow bigger.
And he knows very damn well, that, if he keeps going he won’t last. And that’s the least thing he wants, because if it was for him, this night would be endless…
“Ugh… (Name)… stop, stop” he pleads, and you giggle. Should you make him come? Or should you let him lead the way?
In any case, you can’t choose. He pulls his hips back, gripping his hand tightly to your hair to stop your oral delight.
Panting, chest going violently up and down as his breathing has become hastily and the oxygen around isn’t enough for him no more. “Stop, love… stop. Let me… let me fuck you, now” he begs, almost with miserable tone. As if he had waited for so long, already.
You smirk. Putting your hands over your thighs, adopting a submissive position that drives him crazy. “Fuck me now, Uryu Ishida… I beg you please, I want you inside of me”
Uryu takes his hand to his lips, taking a big gasp of air not to fall into madness. With a loud sigh, mixed with a manly grunt that contrasts so very well with the sweet tone of his voice, he pounces into you.
Crawling in between your legs, as you spread them and drag yourself up in bed. Your head now rests on your pillows, and you have your lover on top of you. His hardness lays erect almost glued to his fit abdomen, leaving traces of shininess under his belly button. The veins on his hands have popped out, the muscles of his jaw are showing tense now.
He lifts your right leg, he needs to get into you even deeper. Kneeled, he guides his sex into you. But doesn’t penetrate right away, Uryu stays there just by your entrance while he smirks so lustfully to you.
“Ahng… fuck” you shiver. You can’t take no more, your hips search for his intrusion bucking up violently.
“Heh… I know you so well, I was so sure you would do that” he scoffs, his ego is big when horny. And is nothing but the truth. And as your back arches when his dick slides inside you, Uryu lets himself fall on top of you to kiss you.
Lips interlocked, tongues dancing and hard thrusts that seem an infinite loop of pleasure. He makes love to you, sometimes faster, sometimes slower. He takes the time to inhale your whines and moans, and you take his whole length inside too.
No time for protection. No time to think any further.
Climax hitting, and an “I love you… I’m sorry for taking so long” seals the first night of many more in your lover’s life.
Sun hits on his face, he isn’t really used to this room. Uryu’s eyes burn a little, and his vision is clearly blurry. No blut vene lasts that much longer, he needs his glasses soon.
However, even if his myopia gets in the way, he is able to see a little picture frame next to the bed…
“Morning ~” you purr, emerging from the blankets fort around you and crawling over his chest with a messy hair and smudged make up.
“Hey… morning” he whispers, caressing your back and taking his attention to you instead of that picture he can’t quite see.
You kiss him and rest for some seconds on his chest tracing the lines of the five points star engraved on it. “Let me bring you your glasses” you say while yawning and getting out of bed.
He wants to stop you, but he knows you are pretty untamed.
Once you are back, crawling again on bed you give him his glasses. “Here” you whispers, passing over him to reach for the picture frame.
“We were just kids back then, weren’t we?” you murmur, showing him the photograph.
Uryu blushes, as he discovers an old picture of your teen years. He stands shy next to you shyly, hiding behind his glasses and black hair, as you model one of his fashion creations for one of the Karakura High School plays.
“And I was in love with you even then…”
“I know, I know… Me too, but I didn’t know yet this would end this way”
“End? We are just starting…”
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what does it mean to be the avatar of greed?
It takes too long for Mammon to fall asleep.
So long, in fact, that he hears you slowly getting up from the couch and making your way out of his room, trying to be as quiet as possible, probably thinking he's already conked out. It would've worked if he was asleep, but asleep he is not. Mammon holds back a snort, hearing the stairs creak as you make your way down, and swallows when he notices how his brothers' muffled voices become louder. You must've gone downstairs straight to the living room.
What a night, huh.
For a moment, Mammon closes his eyes and daydreams a little longer. He will have to go down and face the storm, eventually, but not now. He can breathe for a bit longer. He owes Belphie and Simeon an apology, after all. Behind his eyelids, he sees Michael, frowning at his begging of asking Lucifer to take him as an apprentice instead. For a moment he fears it won't ever happen, facing Michael's and Lucifer's refusals over and over and over, unwavering. Then, as if out of thin air, you appear right next to Mammon, squeeze his hand and tell him in a soft voice that it will be okay. Trust me. Keep trying. He adores you, we all do, so do not forget that.
Your trust in him aches, your belief in him, your love for him, all of it. I have always been yours, Mammon, you'd said the moment he'd poured his heart out to you. His greedy, hungry heart, which always wants to swallow you whole so none else can.
It's terrifying to think how close he's been to actually doing it.
And yet, he can't let go of his greed. Mammon can't stop wanting you, wanting everything from you. It's in his nature as the Avatar of Greed, it’s not a skin he can shed off like an unwanted molt, even if he sometimes feels it's just as tight over his skin and is slowly suffocating him.
His own words, coming from the depths of his heart, still haunt him. He won't forget them anytime soon.
I never even stopped to think that it might cause trouble for someone else. But the way I thought back then... It was naive. And lately, it's been gettin' clearer and clearer to me just how naive. I'm startin' to see through it...
And it's real, real scary...
You'd looked at him, not saying a word. He couldn't stop.
... I can't go back. Not anymore.
I've hurt so many people. All for me. All for my own benefit.
"But Mammon, I know for a fact that you're kind to your family because you love them, don't you?"
You'd said it so matter-of-factly, as if just affirming that water is wet and the sky is blue. There was no mockery or pity, just a determination in your eyes he'd seen a few times since he'd met you.
"There's still time to learn to be kind."
And you were probably right, damn you, but Mammon had doubted his affection for his family could stand against his greed, and the mere thought of it had terrified him.
Mammon covers his eyes with his arm, rolling over on his bed. The muffled voices coming from downstairs have grown softer, and Mammon feels a pang of something go through his chest when he realizes you probably shushed all of them so he can rest.
For a moment Mammon wonders if the pang in his chest is an effect of the new pact you two have just made, then he shakes off the idea with a sigh. Pacts aren't supposed to hurt, so he's probably just exhausted, right? Lucifer had knocked him out pretty good, after all...
The sudden knock on his door startles the life out of him, and Mammon lets out a curse. He's not ready to face anyone just yet, and for a moment he considers pretending he's asleep for a while longer.
"Mammon. I know you're awake."
Damn Lucifer and his keen senses. Mammon hadn't even heard him come up the stairs. He wonders if Lucifer snuck past you when you weren't looking. The thought makes him smile a bit.
"'course you do. Come in."
When Lucifer walks in, Mammon feels the urge to curl up on himself. Not out of fear, but out of shame.
None's watching, after all.
Lucifer sits on the edge of the bed, crossing his arms and tyring to look as the pillar he always tries to be. Mammon holds back the urge to roll his eyes. "How are you feeling? We were told you woke up, but that it was best to let you rest for a bit longer until you came down."
"'m feelin' okay. Just a bit tired."
Lucifer nods, then averts his gaze.
It's strange to see Lucifer at a loss for words, but Mammon isn't exactly in the mood to talk him up a storm or annoy him as he usually does, so he's not sure what to do when the seconds keep ticking, and ticking, and ticking...
There's muffled laughter coming from the first floor. It sounds like Diavolo's, most likely keeping the mood uplifted without even trying. Your voice, too, sounds muffled and a bit stern. Of course you'd be the only one trying to shush the Prince of the Devildom when he's getting noisy for someone else's sake.
You're incredible, Mammon thinks, as the thought of being the total opposite of him hits him like a brick to the face.
Mammon lets out a sigh.
"Don't you worry me like that ever again."
Lucifer's sudden shift catches Mammon off guard, and when he snaps his head up to look at the older demon, he finds Lucifer staring back at him with hardened eyes and his lips turned downward.
"Wha–"
"I mean it, Mammon," and if Mammon didn't know better, he'd say he's in for a scolding of a lifetime. But he knows almost every telltale of a Lucifer Scolding, so he knows Lucifer isn't angry. Far from it.
He's worried. To death, in fact.
It only makes Mammon feel worse, yet a small part of him feels a little happy, remembering the newfound words that lifted his heavy heart in the darkness before you both awoke: the words that could only come from an older brother.
"I vow to protect you — hopes, desires, dreams and all."
Truly, Mammon feels so glad he never gave up on trying to reach Lucifer back then.
"... I'm sorry, Lucifer. Won't happen again."
"Good," the older demon says, expression softening so fast it almost gives Mammon whiplash. "But if it does, come running straight to me, understood?"
It's a reassurance. If it gets you, I'll be here for you no matter what. Mammon notes how Lucifer has the same look in his eyes that you do while you're looking at this mess of a family when you think none's noticing. But Mammon does.
You're both a pillar, a shoulder, a shield, a whole foundation . Yet between you and Lucifer there's a big difference: Lucifer has always carried the burden alone, while you use your own strength combined with the one of those around you, never fearing, never proud.
Mammon sees Pride slowly swallowing up his older brother the same way Greed swallowed him. He thinks: this wo n 't do , and vows to himself to be the first to run to Lucifer when the time comes.
He feels this is something they all have to go through, as Avatars of the Seven Sins, but it doesn't mean they have to do it alone. His little brothers can use the help, too. Perhaps he can soften the burden on both you and Lucifer if he steps up as an older brother for a little bit.
Lucifer is still waiting for his answer.
"... I will, ya got my word."
Satisfied, Lucifer nods and makes his way out of the room. When he has one foot out of the door, he turns around and looks like he's about to say something, but in the end he simply walks out and closes the door behind him.
Mammon sighs, although he's smiling now.
"... Yeah, I can do this."
He's Mammon, the Avatar of Greed and big brother to the Lords of the Underworld. Nothing more, nothing less.
If he fails, he'll try again, and again, and again, because he's the Avatar of Greed, and giving up on what he wants the most isn't in his nature.
His head feels clearer than it has in days, and he feels lighter. This sure isn't a side effect of the pact, is it? He'll have to ask you later. You’re his first, after all.
Jumping off the bed, Mammon decides it's time he goes downstairs. It's not like he can rest now, after all. He’ll do it later. Maybe he can ask you to join him, too, if only Solomon would stop hovering over you for a damn second –
Oh, his greed is showing... Ah, what the hell . You've accepted it too just as Mammon had done, so you better be ready for him later when he catches you.
With a skip on his step, Mammon walks out of his room and makes his way down the old familiar stairs of the House of Lamentation, straight towards his family.
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