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chasing you | park jongseong

pairing ‣ smart girl!fem reader x rich boy!jay ft 02liners : park sunghoon & jake sim + ningning (aespa)

genre ‣ slow burn romance, rich kids au, unrequited love kind of, angst, NO smut but contains suggestive contents (not much)....

warnings ‣ lots of 'babe', slap scenes, mentions of sex and r rated topics, cigarettes and smoking, profanity. NOT PROOFREAD.

rating ‣ 16+

wc ‣ 32k

a/n ‣ first of all, i'm truly sorry for the very late delay of this fic, it's about a year late... happy new years, uhm and i hope you enjoy this fic! it's quite messy, please bear with me i wanted to put out something for u guys :)) have fun reading! (i got so lovesick for jay by the end of it.)

YOUR HEAD IS POUNDING AT EVERY SECOND that goes by, your heart rate pulsing profusely, you think you might actually lose your mind from trying to solve this one particular math question.

you would ask your mathematics teacher for help but you were determined that you could finish this on your own, at least that’s what you thought so.

placing down the calculator, you let out a sigh.

“y/n, you wanna follow us to the cafeteria?” you look up to your friend who’s standing by the entrance with your other classmates, asking you on a trip to the cafeteria.

“no thanks yizhou, you guys go ahead!” you say with a smile, waving her off. you needed to let go of this stress that’s piled up from your mathematics problem. you contemplate whether to do it or not, finally giving in that you very much needed it after not doing it for a few days now.

getting up from your seat, you exit the classroom with your pouch. giving everyone that greeted you a smile and a greet back, you quickly made your way to the back alley of your school building.

you look around for any other students or teachers roaming around but no one was anywhere near the area, leaving you with a relieved sigh.

you pull up your skirt up to the upper part of your thigh, stopping when you spot your thigh strap and take out the pack of cigarettes. tapping the box on your palm, you unwrap the box and take out a cigarette stick.

placing it between your lips, you take out your lighter— lighting it up and finally taking a blow.

“fucking finally.” you say, blowing out the smoke.

this definitely isn't what a model student is supposed to look like, smoking in broad daylight itself.

smoking in general, actually.

but you gave up caring about it long ago. what mattered was that this facade you have of yourself, as long it isn't revealed you'll be fine.

at least till university, or at least till you're finally free from your parents.

it's only natural that the only heir and single child of a highly respected, noble and high-class family is perfect in all ways possible.

you surely live up to your image and name, the perfect daughter that aces all her subjects in school, ranking high both in curriculum and academics. always getting first in every aspect, classy and elegant.

always exceeding all your parents expectations leaving nothing behind. you are the pride and face of your family.

but all that comes with it's disadvantages too, you're a human being after all— of course you have your flaws. but the catch is, no one knows about this side of you definitely.

you'd be damned if anyone even found out

other than your best friend, and the only one you trust— yizhou. she's been there ever since you both were in diapers.

both of your families being close was an advantage too, you and yizhou are inseparable at all costs. yizhou being your perfect partner in crime, best friend ; all in one.

that being said, she too— is no different than you. being the perfect ace of her family, she too has the very same flaws as you.

every once and now, you both sneak out to smoke and have fun— what exactly is teenage dream is you don't have the time of your life and live out your teenage years.

although this was just a plug out for the both of you caused by the stress from your families, school and having to live up the perfect image you both have painted over you— you both know better than to get caught and screw over your lives.

over time it's become an usual thing for the both of you, you and yizhou come out to this spot for a blunt every once in a while— sneak out at nights in the disguise and getting wasted but in the eerie hours of the night, leaving no traces of your rebelliousness behind.

just as you're about to take your next blow, the sound of a zippo lighter being shut close brings you back to reality from the train of thoughts.

oh my god.

you freeze in absolute horror. ‘fuck i’m screwed’ runs through your mind as the cig falls between your fingers straight to the ground.

turning to your right in absolute slow-motion, your heart drops at the scene.

it's fucking park jongseong.

and he's staring right at you as he smokes a blunt, the smoke leaving his lips where you can see it curve into a slight smirk.

oh lord, you are screwed.

"y/n! look what i found!" yizhou pops out of nowhere from your left with a big smile that immediately drops to a gasp when she sees you, a cigarette on the ground and jay who's smoking a blunt.

you bite your lip as your eyebrows furrowed in absolute embarrassment and horror.

wrong timing yizhou, real wrong timing.

yizhou stares at you and jay back and forth, not knowing what to say. all you could do was mouth to her 'LEAVE!'

"uhm— i'll uh, leave. y/n come back quick, mr.kim is on his way to the class." with that yizhou disappears into dust as soon as she says that.

you on the other hand, slowly put your lighter into the pocket of your blazer and gather up the courage to just escape without saying a thing.

because one, you don't know how to come up with a believable lie to jay (not like you owe him one anyway)— like he didn't just witness you take a blow from your cigarette

and two, because you're absolutely fucked!

you still feel jay's gaze on your back when you debate to just walk past him or to just stay there until he says something.

if it wasn't obvious by now, jay is no stranger to you. park jay, notoriously known all over the school for being an obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy.

the son of a wealthy family, trust fund baby among other things. his college was already paid for in advance although he's still in high school at the moment— not including the bribing, and he was the darling among many.

having the looks of a sculpture, you're quite disappointed when a face like his is wasted because of his attitude and reputation.

jay was the poster boy for the term ‘bad influence’. he is the type of teenager every parent tells their kids to stay away from.

it truly didn't help either cause' you already have quite an unpleasant history with him. he's the past that you never want to relive— the mistake that you never want to repeat ever again.

and you mean it, so that's why you decided to just walk away pretending like he wasn't even there to begin with.

less the embarrassment but bigger the risk of your little secret being exposed.

your life was on the line at the moment.

"didn't know the miss little goody-two-shoes had bad habits after all."

there he goes. you turn around to face him with an unamused expression plastered on your face.

"mind your own business, park." you say, rolling your eyes and walking past him.

unfortunately, jay's fast reflexes don't go to waste when he pulls you by your wrist back to where he's at.

"wh— let me go!" your eyes widens as you gasp loudly at him pulling you all of a sudden. jay holds you back just before your back could hit the wall making your heart skip a beat.

"my bad, y/n." jay chuckles at your shocked figure, apologizing for pulling you unannounced.

"my bad? are you crazy! why'd you pull me like that!" you scoff at him, pushing him away when you realize almost how close he is to you.

crazy ass bastard! you cuss him mentally in your head, knowing if you said it out loud it would just make things a lot worse than it already is for you.

gosh, all you wanted was to never speak a word to him ever again.

jay only shrugs at you, a sly smirk plastered on his stupid face which only riles up your rage towards him.

deciding it's best that you leave before he says something that gets on your nerve even worse, you attempt to move.

which again, you failed to do so.

"give me a cig before you go." jay says, holding your upper arm in an attempt to hold you back.

"what?" your eyebrows furrowed in confusion— or at least you pretend to. you can play it off, you hope you can besides he already has one in his hand anyway why would he need another from you?

"you heard me, y/n."

"i don't know what you're talking about." you say, clearing your throat lightly to brush off the awkwardness in your answer.

jay lets out a sigh, dropping his almost done cigarette to the ground then stepping on it so it dies out.

he steps closer to you, making you back away slowly but your luck today seemed to be the worst because as soon as you take a step back, your body is already met with the wall behind you.

jay gives you a small smirk as he leans in, his hand trapping you between the wall and the other lingering just above the hem of your skirt.

shit. you're done.

"don't play dumb y/n, i clearly caught you in the act so i don't know why you're acting dumb. you're a smart girl, right?" jay's hot breath fans across your skin, it smells like fucking cigarettes.

not like it was a new smell to you anyway but whatever he was doing to you right now— it was no good. and you knew it all too well, feels like déjà vu at this point.

the weird feeling in the pit of your stomach, your heart rate picking up by every second that goes by, jay right above you, staring down at you with that stupid alluring smirk— all of this felt like you were reliving your past once again.

"jay i have no idea what are you talking abo—"

"should i get it myself?"

that one question leaves your mouth falling apart and you in shock.

"w-what?" you honestly felt stupid to be stuttering because of how flustered jay has you, but how were you even supposed to react to what he just said?

"should i," he says as he gets near you even more— "get the cig myself?" if anyone spotted the both of you right now it would definitely look like jay was kissing you.

that was one thing you absolutely despised.

you would rather walk into a pool for hand sanitizer then burn yourself with a lighter than to kiss this absolute menace.

(ignoring the fact that he practically did kissed you before back then but that's the past and it stays there.)

he was practically speaking right into your ear right now, like a damn 8d asmr.

jay's hands trails up your thigh, just few more inches away from your thigh strap— you finally snap back into your senses, slapping his hand from your thigh.

"take your hands off me," you grunt, having enough of the stupid trick he was about to try on you.

been there, you know better than to not fall for it again.

pulling up your skirt, you snatch the box from the strap with force and hand it to jay.

"have the whole box you idiot." you say, sticking up your middle finger at him, only to get back the same chuckle from earlier.

"if the word gets out, jay. wish the chances of living a goodbye." you threaten him and storm off without giving him a chance to reply.

yeah, this is definitely the last time you're ever gonna smoke in the school compound.

GROWING UP you were always way ahead of every other kid your age. whether it was in academics, curriculum activities, talents, etc.

having to grow up alone in a household where your parents were busy and never really cared unless it had anything to do with school or your reputation, you never really found yourself being actually happy even once.

your mom was the type of person who would enquire everything out of you, making sure you had no flaws and was always on the right track— making sure that you'd never fall behind or ruin your reputation.

which meant the mindset she had eventually grew on you.

you started thinking you were better than everyone and having a superiority complex. of course all that while making sure you would never come off as rude to anyone as you had to keep up your 'perfect little kind girl' image.

you have always been careful with picking friends or simply hanging out with certain circles of people. types of people like jay were what you have always been aware of and wanted to stay away from.

but he was never even that bad until high school happened.

you and jay go way back in those days.

you have known jay ever since your elementary school days. you still remember the first time you ever saw him.

it was the first day of school, you were pretty much minding your own business, making sure you only focused on yourself, getting your work done, going to tutor and going home.

that was pretty much your routine.

that's until you were met with a boy weeping his eyes out in an empty classroom while you were heading to yours.

"uhm.. are you crying?" you ask the boy, staring at him while your heart was feeling sorry for him already.

"i," he says between his sobs, "i-i think im l-lost."

you approach him with a small smile on your face, as you put your _my little pony_ pink bag on the floor and crouched next to him.

"that's okay silly! why are you crying about it?" you laugh, engulfing the sobbing boy in your arms.

"i'm scared.." he sobs into your arms while you rub his back, calming him down.

it took him quite a while to settle down from the crying as you managed to calm him down. you took him by his hand and led him to his classroom which you had to ask him multiple times as to where it was, but at the end you waved him goodbye as he went back into his classroom.

flashing his little bright smile, a missing tooth was also seen but you never addressed it.

and your class was also long forgotten.

so since your history with jay goes way back, even before your little misery with him began— you don't know if jay remembers you from back then because you never mentioned your name to him, but you remember seeing him on his nametag.

not like it even if he remembers matters anyway, he's still an asshole. a major one at it too.

it had always been you and yizhou from the start, you never really had anyone other than yizhou so your life was just boring besides the life that you had in display for everyone else to see.

your daily routine was almost just, school, eating, cram class or tuitions, studying, yizhou, and sleeping.

if you were lucky, at times you would accompany your parents to their business events but you were always back home before curfew because of school.

so when you met jay again in freshman year, your life wasn't too boring. but you should've known better when you stayed away from his problematic ass for a reason.

jay being the poster boy for the term 'bad influence' was already a warning from the start. a big red flag too.

at first when you were asked to be in a class project with him, you thought you could just finish the work with him and it'll all be done in a few days.

but no, you were wrong.

the project at start was just you both doing the work and all. but then jay started being friendly with you, he started hanging out with you.

the longer he started to stay, the more he made you laugh, he started making you feel things for him, the more you started to open up to him, the more you started to be comfortable with him.

you eventually developed feelings for him overtime, and you knew it wasn't going to end well. but you thought maybe it would be different for once, because the mere thought you knew jay was convincing enough for your foolish self.

"we're almost done with the project, i guess this is our last session together?" you clasp your hands together at the finished product of the project.

turning to jay, you give him a bright smile as he returns the same one back making your heart flutter.

he had a gorgeous smile, god really took his time on making jay's smile did he?

jay doesn't say anything except for just smiling at you, as his gaze lingers on you.

"what? why are you staring at me?" you ask, chuckling at him as your hands come up to cover your face— suddenly feeling that maybe something's on your face.

"do i have something on my face?" you ask, touching your face but jay only laughs.

"yeah," jay says, taking your hands away from your face. "you've got a breathtaking beauty."

blood rushes up to your face in embarrassment. you were blushing for god's sake! this boy is out to kill you from all the sweet talking.

"oh my gosh, jay!" you whine, shaking your head at the sudden compliment.

"what? i'm telling you the truth!"

"you're lying!"

"m’ not!"

"you are!"

"should i prove you wrong then?"

you stare at jay with a growing smile that you bite back down. silence takes over as jay glances over your eyes and then your lips making your stomach do flips.

oh shit. it's happening— the scenes that you've only seen in movies but the only difference was you were experiencing in real life.

he starts to lean in, capturing you in place as your back hits his soft mattress. yes, you're doing the project in his room.

that wasn't even the crazy part for you, what's crazy was the fact THE jay park is right above you, eyes clouded in absolute lust when he stares at you.

"i can never get tired staring at you, y/n." he says, almost like a whisper as his face inches close to yours second by second.

his lips gazes upon your on so _so_ close from closing the gap between your lips.

until his phone rings, interrupting the both of you.

of course you both had to be interrupted.

ignoring the disappointing pang in your heart, you put up a smile where your eyes were shaped into tiny crescents.

"jay your phone." you say when he doesn't budge, still so close to you.

"it's not important." he says, giving a small smile to you— shrugging the phone call off.

but it doesn't stop ringing, so you just convince jay to answer it. it could be important after all besides it was getting annoying too.

jay just sighs, placing a small kiss on the corner of your lips before he goes to answer his phone.

it turned out to be his _friend_ rina, she seemed to be crying into the call, you couldn't hear what she was saying but you could hear the sobs.

"i'll be there in a second." jay ends the call with that, as he sets down the phone and turns to you with a sad smile.

"i gotta go, my e— a friend needs me." he says and sighs sadly.

"it's fine! you should go jay, i was going to leave anyway." you say, getting up from his bed and brushing your skirt off as you pick up your bag.

"im sorry," jay apologizes but you just smile at him, waving him off.

"it's alright, your friend needs you. it's probably important, you should really go." you say, walking over to his door to leave.

before you could walk out, you hear jay call after you. turning around, you see jay standing as he smiles at you with the biggest smile you've ever seen.

"go out with me."

you wish you never heard those words exit his mouth when you see him locking lips with his friend rina.

he screwed you over, played the shit out of you, ruined your trust and broken your heart.

in the most brutal way possible.

at the place he asked you to meet him at for the date you find him locking lips with his ex lover, rina.

you remember how much pain you went through that day, the following days, months and a year.

you remember crying to bed each night after that, how you clutched onto your chest as you tried to stop the hurt in your heart.

you are gullible and easy to be taken advantage of. and jay took that opportunity to screw you over so perfectly. you were the perfect muse for his breakup.

a rebound, that's what you were. nothing much than just a mere eye candy that he wanted to have and fuck with.

you ignored jay, his calls, his texts, everything and whenever he showed outside your class, you remember leaving without a look his way.

not a single word said to him after the whole mess.

and you certainly remember holding yizhou back when she was so close to pulling up at his house with a sledgehammer from her basement.

moving on took a toll on you as well, your studies were affected but you fixed it before you mum could find out a thing about what happened.

she would skin you alive if she ever found out you were hanging out with a boy, yet alone a big mess like jay.

you definitely had a hard time from the past that kept taunting you continuously to the point where all you needed was something to let out all your misery and stress out.

a cigar.

you remember taking a hit and it clogged up your airway making you cough like you were about to die out of suffocation.

convincing yourself it wasn't too bad, you took another blow, and another, then another and again, again and again.

you were a little hesitant about it at first, but you kind of just gave up on worrying about it. if it gave you the opportunity to let go of everything then you were gonna take it.

it became a forbidden habit that only yizhou knew, you were totally shocked that when you told her about that secret you felt guilty for keeping away from her— only to find out yizhou had been doing it for years now.

though you felt a slight betrayal, you knew that even if yizhou had told you— the y/n you were way before you met jay wouldn't have ever agreed or done it.

overtime it became a coping mechanism and a regular routine. but that was only as far as you can go, you kind of knew better than to get yourself into any other mess.

especially something if your mum found out, she would burn you alive.

after the whole thing you barely heard about jay, you just went on with your life minding your own business making sure there was never a jay in your life, ever.

you saw him in the hallways from time to time but you acted like he was invisible, like he wasn't even existent.

and that's how it was supposed to be, but how was he out of all the people that could've found out about your bad habits— why did he have to be the one.

again?

AS SOON AS CLASS ENDED you packed your things and tried to leave early with yizhou for a study session your mum had planned for the both of you at your house.

"y/n i think i'll be late, i'm gonna drop by my place to get my notes, is that fine by you?" yizhou asks, tapping your shoulder when she gets up.

"oh sure, i'll wait for you?" you ask her, swinging your bag across your shoulder.

"mm just start without me, i'll cover the topic i'll be missing later at night." you decide not to dig further and just nod then waving her goodbye before you exit the class.

plugging in your airpods, you shuffle through the downloaded podcast of your chapters that you were going to study as prep from tutors you found online.

stuffing your hands into your blazer, you walked along the corridor filled with a wave of students.

memorizing each important points in your head, you unconsciously nod along to it.

people might have mistaken it that you were bopping your head to a song because when your airpod was taken away, you came to a halt.

"damn, i thought it was a song."

the universe had to hate. you were definitely convinced that it does because you're met with jay. again.

and you were already getting annoyed now.

your blood just boils at the sight of him, he just had to make you so annoyed. that stupid smirk on his face only managed to piss you off even more.

"i'd appreciate it if you didn't bother me and just go away?" you say with an annoyed tone, snatching your airpod away from him.

"calm down babe, you're talking like i murdered your pet or something." jay says, shrugging his shoulders.

"don't call me babe." you squint your eyes, snarling at him. as much as the past you would've fell to her knees when she heard that, now you wouldn't even bat an eye for his stupid tricks.

"ok fine, love? is that fine by you?"

you scoff in disbelief. was he seriously trying to flirt with you?

"can you shut up, oh my god." you say, sighing. "look jay, i don't want to be late wasting my time on you so just go away."

jay stares at you for a good three seconds before his lips curve up into that infamous smile that swoons over every single living female— except for you.

you were exceptional, not falling for his tricks!

"you want me to go away? i'm afraid that won't be happening anytime soon." he says, pouting mockingly.

"what bullshit are you talking about?" you ask, crossing your arms across your chest, the airport warming up against your sweaty palms.

"it's not bullshit but let's strike a deal."

that's your cue to leave and you took it. shaking your head you chuckle in mockery, "that's exactly my sign to leave because i'm not hearing you out. at all."

you turn around to plug your airpods in but jay grabs onto your forearm, pulling you again for like not the first time today.

you yank your arm away from him, glaring at him for pulling you like that and also because he stopped you.

your mum's gonna yell at you for being late, shit.

"hear me out, babe."

"I told you to not call me babe and no, jay. take a fucking hint." you say the slight whine by the end of your sentence. you were actually getting annoyed this time.

"you're hot when you cuss." jay says, smiling at you.

"jay." you warn, not wanting to deal with his foolery now that you're actually running super late.

"okay fine, i'll keep your secret safe and sound if you……" he puckers his lips out slightly as he looks around to think.

right, you weren't oblivious to this. he's clearly trying to get you back.

"tutor."

"what?" you ask, furrowing your eyebrows as you ponder if you heard him right or not.

"tutor me, babe."

you stare at him for a good minute, wondering if he's actually fucking crazy. no like actually, you stared at him.

"you should take a picture, it'll last longer."

that definitely brings you back to earth from your confusion.

"first of all, shut up. and second, no." you say, shaking your head, as you look up at the gigantic menace.

"why not?" he asks, stepping closer to you which makes you step back, keeping a fair distance between you.

his stupid cologne was giving you nostalgia. that familiar smell of Jo Malone that was weirdly a perfect match for him lingers in the air.

"because i'm busy, and most definitely do not want to get involved with you anymore."

jay scoffs at you which you glare at, gripping onto your bag strap almost about to tear it off apart.

"fine, if you're gonna act like that then…" he stuffs his hands into his blazer, pulling out the very same box that you had strapped around your thigh a few hours prior to this.

it gets a reaction out of you when you gasp and jay smirks in satisfaction. exactly what he wanted.

"oh yeah let me share this too," jay says, then turning around to let out a loud announcement which sent you into panic as you stride to jay on the other side and slap your hand across his mouth.

"say another word and you won't see the light of the day." you grunt at him, tightening the grip in his mouth which makes him pull your first away as he winces in pain.

"shit what the fuck is your hands made of?" jay asks, tapping his mouth area softly, wincing when it hurts.

"doesn't matter but what the hell are you doing!" you ask him, totally not holding back the urge to tackle him to the ground and strangle him till he passes out.

jay's pain suddenly just disappears instantly being replaced with a content grin.

"so is it a yes or no, y/n?"

you look at him for a good three seconds before finally giving in with a sigh.

"fine." you mutter, then frowning when you see jay overwhelmed with joy as he grins at you.

"on a few conditions. we need to set some ground rules, park." you say, crossing your arms across your chest.

"do we really have to?" he asks, scoffing lightly which doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"take it or leave it, jay."

"whatever. "

you plug in your airpods into your ear, then holding onto your bag.

"if that is all, then i have a study session that im _incredibly_ late for. " you say, spinning on the heel of your feet and walking away without letting jay let the last word of the conversation.

jay on the other hand didn't seem to be bothered by you leaving because the mere thought of being able to be around you was already making him feel like he's on cloud nine once again.

too in daze, he doesn't realise his friend approaching him with his jaw on the floor.

"i-is that y/n? or am i just short sighted and accidentally saw you talking to THE y/n. like y/n y/l/n or am i too tired that i'm hallucinating?" sunghoon's little list of questions breaks jay out of his joy, looking over his friend with a huge smile.

the silence and jay's smile says it all. sunghoon didn't need another reassurance that it was indeed you, y/n y/l/n.

"holy shit."

ARRIVING BY THE GATES of the mansion you lived in, owned by your parents— you didn't want to go in but picked up the remaining courage you had in yourself and head inside.

you wave at mr.ha with a small smile which he returns wholeheartedly, it eases the stress lightly but still wasn't too assuring.

at least it was something.

mr.ha is the security guard that guards the mansion by the small post near the gates, and you've known him ever since you could learn how to walk.

he also worked other jobs like being a friend you could hang out with whenever your parents weren't home or were too busy to bother you. or making sure you get home safe and sound every time you snuck out with yizhou, never questioned a thing just making sure you were safely back home without getting into any trouble.

the thoughts of mr.ha left as soon as you reached the gigantic wooden doors at the entrance of your home.

you head inside to an eerie atmosphere, it wasn't new. it was something you were used to ever since the ripe age of ten.

you take the right side of the stairs that lead up to the second floor of the mansion, where your room was on the end of the parted hallway.

before you could turn into the corridor, the heels clicking onto the marble floor from behind you stopped you in your tracks.

"half an hour late."

you held in the urge to sigh back, afraid your mom would lecture you on how rude that was. you turn around to see your mom standing in the middle of the hallway, staring right at you sending a chill down your spine.

“i’m so—” your mom cuts you short, as she approaches you.

“punctuality is important y/n. you will never survive in the real world when you lack even the tiniest bit. i have stressed this multiple times, i believe." your mom's strict tone thickens with each word that leaves her mouth.

your nails began to mark tiny crescents by how hard you were balling your hands into a fist behind you in frustrations.

“my apologies mum, it won’t happen again,” you say, voice almost inaudible at how low it was. your mum raises her eyebrows at your apology, giving you a glare for even having the guts to answer her back.

“why are you late? where is yizhou?”

you bite your lip, as you remain your gaze on the marble floor. how were you going to explain to her that you were with a guy that is why you are late. she would absolutely skin you alive for even looking a guy in his eyes and talking to him.

you couldn’t lie to her but you also didn’t want her to know about jay.

“my teacher asked me if i could help tutor his student. his student was failing his classes and he thought i could be a huge help to help that kid graduate,” you say, not a single stutter or a single trace that she could pinpoint on that you were lying.

“and yizhou is stopping by her house.”

you weren’t exactly lying nor were you telling the complete truth. the part where you were asked to tutor was true indeed but the part where your teacher had asked was a made up lie. but your mom didn’t have to know.

what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

“tutor? you barely have enough time to add in more tuitions i have in list to sign you up for— let alone tutor someone?” your mum asks, arms crossed against her chest as she stands across you.

shit, she’s serious.

“i can use my free time up for that mom, it won’t interrupt my studies.” you reason. “my teacher asked for help, i couldn’t possibly say no to him after all the pleading, mom.”

your mom decides to not drag the issue anymore further, after all, she knows that if you mess up your studies even in the slightest way possible— you’re totally done for it. besides, she figured this would look good on your papers when you apply for college, it wasn’t too bothersome.

“okay. get ready for the study session, you have tuition after that. don’t be late to it, this will be your last warning.” with that, she heads back into her office leaving you alone in the hallway.

you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. without wanting to stress about this, you head into your room, locking the door as soon as you got in.

placing your bag by your desk, you plopped onto your bed and close your eyes, taking in the comforts and how you could practically live your entire life just sleeping there. nothing beats the feeling of coming back home and laying down on your bed after a long day.

other than the feeling of coming back home to loving parents who greeted their kids with “how was your day at school?”, “was it alright?”, “hope you had fun, let’s eat together!”— but of course, it was nothing you could experience in this lifetime.

your thoughts were interrupted by a notification ring on your phone. reaching over into your blazer, you fish out your phone and lay back down on your bed.

but the unknown contact number had you jolted up, sitting on your bed with your jaw on the floor. you had remember changing your number after the whole jay screwing you over fiasco so how did he get your number? again.

+82XX XXXX XXXX :

hey babe

staring at the text, you contemplate on ignoring it or not but before you could make your move, another text rings your phone.

+82XX XXXX XXXX :

so when are you free? - 2 sec ago

your fingers taps against your phone’s screen, typing onto the space before you hit send.

you :

who’s this?

+82XX XXXX XXXX :

it’s jay, don’t play dumb y/nnnn

unless it isn’t u? is this not y/n oml

a small chuckle leaves you when you read his little panicking at thinking he’s got the wrong number.

you :

wht do u want

you see three bubbles pop out as soon as you send that. you lay back onto your bed, shaking your legs as you wait for him to reply.

+82XX XXXX XXXX :

you scoff at his reply and roll your eyes— though the small flip in the pit of your stomach doesn’t go unnoticed.

you :

quit the jokes park

why are you texting me

+82XX XXXX XXXX :

chill babe

uhh when are you free to tutor me?

whenever is fine by me

biting on your lips you ponder on when you’re free during the week, certainly not any time soon, however. on saturdays you paint or just hang out with yizhou or catch up on the sleep you miss during the weekdays.

other than that you practically did nothing, cutting off 2 hours or 3 from your sleep is no big deal.

but why were you willing to do so, for jay the guy that broke your heart and screwed you over?

the questions remains in the back of your head, mainly because you didn’t want to think about it and totally not because you had the tiniest bit of hope left that jay could be back to stay and not screw you over again.

maybe, those were the possibilities it wasn’t entirely impossible.

you :

saturday?

+82XX XXXX XXXX :

okay

what time?

you :

5 to 7

whenever you’re free on

+82XX XXXX XXXX :

that’s fine by me

alright babe, see u then

you leave jay on read, not wanting to drag the conversation out longer. just as you’re about to exit you notice you hadn’t saved his number. you deleted his number after the whole thing, but you could remember those numbers any day.

jay? too boring

park jay? too formal

jay :) uhhhhh

idiot jay :) too extra

you stop in tracks when you realize what you were doing. were you really………… choosing what to save him as? with emoticons or without?

shit, it’s happening again.

you delete the :) and just save his contact under idiot jay and toss your phone to the edge of your bed as you stare at your ceiling, thinking about what just happened. after a while, yizhou finally arrived and you both went on with the study session without mentioning a thing.

you’re screwed.

A FEW DAYS PASSED and your reconciliation with jay was long forgotten in the back of your mind as it never happened. you didn’t see jay at school as much after that too, so you were freed from bothersome.

“alright, just finish chapter 12 on the module and you’re done for the day.” your teacher announces and everyone gets up to greet as the class ends.

“it’s PE right after this?” you ask your desk mate and she nods with a smile with you return with a ‘thank you’ and a smile.

packing your things you grab your PE clothes and head to exit the classroom along with the others. but just as you’re about to leave, you remembered you had forgotten your hair tie in your bag.

“hey y/n where are you going?” yizhou asks, looking back when she sees you rushing back to the classroom.

“go ahead without me, i forgot something back there,” you tell yizhou and she just nods as she leaves with the rest.

you go back to the classroom and head toward your desk immediately bending over as you search for your hair tie. but it was taking a little too long as your hair kept on getting in the way, which you had to push back constantly.

“looking for something?” you hear a voice behind you as your hair is lifted up making you jump in shock.

“fuc— you scared me, oh my god.” you gasp with your hand plastered onto your chest, feeling your heartbeat pulsing rapidly.

“you’re hot when you cuss.” jay replies back with a smirk, it had literally no sort of connection to what you were saying.

you slap away jay’s hand that was still gripping your hair in annoyance, “don’t touch me, geez.”

jay only pouts slightly at you before his lips form into a smirk as he looks over you.

“you seemed to be searching for something, did you find it?”

“it’s none of your business, just mind your own and go.” you scowl at him with a sharp glare as your tongue jabs against the insides of your cheek.

“you don’t always have to be up to my ass, babe.” jay says as you turn around, bending over to search for your things in your bag. his gaze almost falls down but he keeps it up and short-sighted not wanting to get in trouble with you.

however it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before anyway.

“then just mind your own business and stop pissing me off at every chance you get,” you pause before you speak again. “also i told you stop calling me babe.” you say as you continue to search. jay walks over to your side and leans against your table as he watches you.

“it can’t be helped if it that’s what you’re meant to be called— babe, it just rolls off my tongue better. ” jay says, chuckling when he sees you give him a side glance that indicated shut the fuck up before i rip off your balls. he remains silent and watches you when you sigh loudly at your hair constantly being in the way. jay gets off the table and inches closer to you, he collects all of your hair into his fist, and holds it for you as it clears off your view.

you don’t say anything for a while, clearing the thought of asking him to take his hands off you instead you mutter a small “thanks” that was so low, almost inaudible but jay obviously heard it when he smiled to in secret.

after finally searching every inch of your bag, you finally found the hair tie—in joy you almost cheered when it came into view.

“found it!” you say and grin. jay lets go of your hair as you got up and he moved backwards.

“good job.” he says, smiling at you which makes you feel all giddy but you don’t show as you hold back the smile that was so badly wanting to show.

just as you’re about to tie your hair, jay stops you.

“give me the hair tie.”

you look at jay with your eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why he wanted it—unless…

“wh—”

“just give it to me, babe.”

the hair tie is snatched out of your hand before you could even hand it to him, jay spins you around as he inches closer. his breathing was felt against your neck when he gathered your hair up.

you stayed still, too hesitant to move while your heart was beating as if it was about to burst out of its cage and your stomach releasing the whole damn zoo— not just butterflies although it might sound like you’re exaggerating it but it was true.

jay’s fingertips constantly grazed on your skin as he tied up your hair, you knew was close on purpose but you didn’t bother mentioning it since you were clearly enjoying it more than he did. it brought you back so much nostalgia with him being so close to you it reminded you of when your skins collided with him on top of you as you both experienced something so amazing.

“alright, i’m done.” his words bring you back to reality when his hands were off you. you move away from him and reach for your ponytail smoothing out your hair.

“thanks— although i didn’t ask you to do it.” you mutter under your breath when you head back to your desk to pick up your PE clothes.

you mentally cuss yourself for almost forgetting that you had PE, it’s like every time you’re with jay you just lose count of time like you’re on cloud nine in a dream.

“you’re welcome, babe!” jay replies, holding onto his bag on his shoulder as he smiles at you.

“don’t skip PE, i’m leaving,” you announce and head towards the door but stop when you hear jay call your name.

turning around to see him leaning against your desk with a lazy smile, jay waves at you.

“tie your hair up frequently, you’re pretty.”

what jay said seemed to be the only thing that was on your mind even when you were running laps across the field until the end of PE as you were walking back to the classroom after showering and changing your clothes back to your uniform.

yizhou seemed to notice that you were not in your right mind, nor were you being your usual self.

“did you get high last night?”

that definitely brought you back to your senses when your eyes widened and your shrieked facing yizhou. she gasps staring at you, “are you kidding me! oh my god?”

“what! no yizhou!” you say, grimacing at the thought of getting high as much as it seemed tempting you knew that was a line you could never cross besides you hadn’t even hit a blunt ever since jay caught you red-handed.

fuck. jay this, jay that— jay jay jay.

everything is jay!

“then? what is on your mind that you even didn’t dodge the ball earlier and got hit right on the face?” yizhou asks, staring at the red mark that was printed on your cheek which you winced at when you touched it.

“it just…” you trail off, don’t know whether to bring it up or not.

“just what?”

“just…” you sigh loudly as you both continued walking back to the class.

“y/n just say it!

“jay. it’s jay.” you say, shaking your head.

yizhou stops in her tracks as she closes her mouth with her hand, looking at you like you murdered her dog or something.

“i completely forgot about him oh my god, wasn’t he with you at that spot the other day? oh my god—” she gasps, connecting one and two together. “don’t tell me he caught you smoking?” she leans in to whisper, and when you nod, confirming her doubt she gasps loudly attracting a few glances.

you bow your head apologizing to them and got back to a shocked yizhou and then you spill what happened from the catching you red-handed to tutor agreement to and till the hair thing to her leaving her speechless by the end of it.

“i— i— uhm i— well—”

“yeah, i’m not sure what to do as well— i could just keep a distance between us and be his tutor, and as soon as we graduate and he passes it’ll be done and that would be the end of us. like i wanted from the beginning,” you say, pausing before you spoke again. “but the only thing holding me back is jay, the stupid little hope that he won’t fuck up again.”

yizhou only nods in response.

“the pain i experienced when he screwed me over is something i never want to experience again, yizhou but he keeps on bringing me back to square one, every time i see him i just can’t help but want to go back,” you say, the memories of the night you sobbed like insane in silence with so much of pain coming back.

“you still love him.”

“what?” you turn to face yizhou at her statement. do you still— love him?

“you still love him, it’s so obvious y/n.” she says, holding your hands in hers.

“it won’t change the fact he hurt you so bad though, i still want to kill him for that but what matters more is you. i won’t tell you what to do, you should do what you want to and what your heart tells you to. if what you want is to keep a distance with jay and just end it all for good after everything then do it and if what you want is to give him a chance again then do it. it’s all in the choice you make.”

yizhou is right but the more you think about it, it seems like whatever trick jay is playing on you— it’s definitely working and you’re falling for it.

“whatever you do, don’t let your guard down. you’re better than that, don’t be fooled again if this is just an act to screw you over again y/n.”

you press yizhou’s hand and nod as a reassurance. “you’re right. thanks, yizhou, for having my back.” you smile at her.

“shut up loser.” she laughs and pulls you into a hug however it doesn’t last long up until a loud scream is heard from your classroom. you both pull away and head back in curiosity.

you see your classmate, rina— yes, the very same person that you caught jay kissing on that night— searching for something frantically at her table. you and yizhou enter the classroom and everyone’s eyes is on you, yes only you specifically.

before you could ask anything as to why everyone was looking a you, rina looks up with a glare and approcahes you.

“you. the last one the exit the classroom.” she scowls, digging her index finger onto your shoulder which she pushes you back with.

“you stole it, didn’t you?” she asks and you scoff in disbelief.

“rina i have no ide—”

“your little good girl facade won’t work on me, listen y/n. just be honest and admit you stole it, and i’ll just forgive you and leave this matter to rest,” she says and stomps her feet on the ground with a sigh.

“what the f—” yizhou grunts and almost approaches rina to rip her head off but you hold her back. “yizhou, don’t.”

“are you kidding me?! she just accused you of stealing and you’re telling me to not rip her into shreds?” you nod to yizhou which she rolls her eyes at and scoffs.

“rina, i didn’t take whatever you’re accusing me of just because i was the one who last left the classroom— don’t get too ahead of your assumptions lets talk about this calmly with the homeroom teach—” she was seriously starting to get on your nerves for

“dont get too ahead of my assumptions? ah this bitch, the audacity!” when rina calls you bitch, it definitey hit a nerve because your blood was boiling.

just as you’re about to jump at her, the door opens and jay along with his friends stands there— staring at the commotion.

“watch what you’re saying rina, instead of calling me a bitch reflect on yourself and find the real culprit— don’t be going around accusing just about everyone you see,” you grunt, squinting your eyes at her and turning around to leave.

“did you just call me a bitch?!” she gasps at your indirect insult looking offended. she lets out a mocking chuckle and starts walking towards you in full speed with her hand raised to slap you.

before you could let go of your cool, jay enters the classroom and pulls you aside which made rina lose balance and fall straight to the floor. the whole crowd goes silent, until sunghoon speaks up.

“homerun!” sunghoon starts laughing at his own joke while everyone else stared in shock. jake shoves sunghoon with his elbow earning a loud yell until he sees jake’s glare which makes him shut up with his mouth against his mouth.

getting back your senses you push yourself off jay who seemed to be holding onto you as soon as you get back the memory of the conversation you had with yizhou.

“babe!” rina whines out and starts to tear up at the embarassment as she calls for jay but jay’s focus was on you who seemed to be frowning at the situation. you look glance at him and catch him staring at you, pondering as to if he should even help rina.

but jay isn’t a asshole, he wasn’t just going to leave rina on the floor crying after he was partially the reason she fell down. (in his defense he wanted to protect you).

“jay,” rina whines again making you look away as jay sighs and rushes to the girl. you watch as she cries onto his shoulder, clearing stirring up a drama which you got too nauseous to even continue watching.

scoffing at her acting like that around jay, you walk away and sat down at your desk.

part of you hated the fact that jay was still hers at the end of the day, whether they were together or not— she’d still be the one was going to pick at the end of the day despite all the shit he puts up to get you wrapped around his finger.

the situation opened your eyes. you weren’t going to give in, you’re gonna keep your distance and once the tutor agreement is over— you’d be over him and he’ll be out of your life.

SATURDAY ROLLED BY too quickly for your liking, usually you’d look forward to saturdays but now you dreaded them. you didn’t like the fact you finally had to face jay after the whole mess a few days ago.

he hadn’t bothered trying to talk about the thing, not like he owed an explanation or whatever but somewhere deep down you felt like you deserved one for absolutely no reason at all. though you received like one text from him, which was just :

idiot jay :

y/n..

that wasn’t too convincing and you didn’t exactly want to assume it just by that. the text could’ve meant he wanted to ask you how to solve a problem but hasn't even started tutoring yet or the text could’ve meant he wanted to just text you but by the tone of it, it clearly didn’t mean he wanted to annoy you.

mainly for this reason, you overthinking. you simply didn’t want to assume anything and just left him unread but of course you had to face him somehow.

so here you were, holding onto the handle of the gigantic door to let jay in as he rang the bell that echoed through the house.

“who’s at the door?” you hear your mom ask from the living room, she stood there looking at you confused as to why you weren’t answering the door.

you open the door to be greeted by a surprised jay, his hand by the bell you figured he was about to ring the bell again. he gives a small smile which you only nodded your head too.

you look away before jay catches you staring because holy shit was he fine as hell? it's like skinny jeans and black shirts were made for him, although it was a simple outfit it definitely managed to make your jaw drop.

internally.

jay enters your house as you close the door behind him. he spots your mom by the living room, she gives him a decent bland smile which he smiles back at.

you looked like a carbon copy of your mom, but obviously jay seemed to have the hots only for you and you only.

"good afternoon, mrs y/l/n." he greets your mom with a bow.

"good evening…" she trails off, unsure of the unknown kid's name. she somehow recognizes his face, but she couldn't exactly point it out.

"jay. park jay." she nods and looks over at you. you just give her a tight lipped smile when you read the look on her face.

a guy?

"he's the kid i mentioned, the tutor." you explain, walking up to jay standing by him.

"i figured."

silence takes over the air, creating an uncomfortable tension which you couldn't cut even with a knife.

"if that is all, excuse us mom." you say and walk past her with jay hot on your trail.

this is the first time jay has ever seen or visited your house, he knew you were stacked obviously since your family is one of the holy trinity in the neighborhood.

your family is also a stranger to the industry his parents runs a business in. your families were pretty much the top ones, but your parents never got along.

both of your families were rivals but what happens in business stays in business. it shouldn't get involved with any personal issues.

besides that's the adult's thing, what you and jay had shouldn't be a problem to whatever rivalry your parents had going on.

his attention is immediately caught by the large family portrait on the wall where the stairs divided into two.

you were in the middle while your parents were by your side. jay figured you were the only child considering there was no one other than you and your parents in the portrait.

he swears you look so ethereal in portrait, it must be recent since you don't look any much younger or older than how you looked now.

he smiles at your small smile in the picture, you looked really pretty when you smile.

"jay?"

"huh?" he breaks out of his gaze from the picture to you looking at him on the top of the stairs. he hadn't realized he stopped walking.

jay skips up the stairs following behind you as you walk through the hallway. the light was dim with ceilings as high as the sky.

it wasn't too different from his home, although the only thing missing in his home was you.

he wanted to have you.

not just like a bait but because he's liked you since forever.

the door you open leads into your bedroom, jay follows behind you and stops when you close the door.

"no open door rule?"

you stay silent as you clean up the books by your desk, not bothering to look at jay's to answer him.

"no." you mutter beneath your breath, piling up the books to carry to your shelf.

"usually girls houses i go to always have the open door rule…." jay trails off when he sees you glare at him.

shit, it's like adding more fuel to the fire.

he shuts up not wanting to make things any worse but when he sees you trying to pick up the pile of books, he drops his bag and walks over to help you.

"move aside, i'll do it." he says expecting you to move but you don't budge.

"i can do it myself, just go and sit." you say, wrapping your arms around the pile of books to pick it up— but it was too heavy for your strength.

"just let me do it, y/n. don't be so stubborn." he says, and takes away your arms then picking them the books in one shot.

you almost gasped at his muscles popping out from his sleeve. you were literally drooling at the sight but before he could see, you head back to the desk and took a seat, internally cringing at your reaction.

jay comes back after setting it down and takes a seat next to you.

"so what are you weak in?"

"pulling you, that's the only game i’m weak in." jay replies and laughs but stops when he sees your plain reaction, just empty and annoyed.

"my bad," he apologizes and takes out his books from his bag.

no shit, though that almost made you laugh you held it back when you realized it was probably only to screw you again.

"i need help with physics, you're good at that right?" jay asks and you hum in return as you look over the marked topics in his textbook.

"let's go over this first, is that okay?" you ask, looking up at him. you don't realize you're too close until you look up at him.

"y-yeah." jay replies back and immediately turns his attention back to the book.

this was gonna be long.

with a sigh, you moved over and continued to teach jay.

a few hours passed and you both were finally done for the day. you lean back on your chair and stretch your body, yawning as your body relieves pain.

you expect jay to make a remark about it but he's too occupied by his phone, texting someone.

you don't want to be a busybody but your curiosity couldn't help it. you couldn't see much but when you see sunghoon's name pop up on the screen you sat back onto your seat.

"if you wanted to see, i would've showed you, babe. no need to sneak around." jay says, scaring you by breaking the silence.

"i wasn't peeking."

"whatever floats your boat, babe." jay says and stuffs his phone into his pocket as he turns to face you.

you avoid looking at jay, suddenly finding the calendar on your table interesting.

(a/n : tbh this scene omg i got reminded of the way jay called jungwon in that one en-log lmaooo)

"y/n?" jay calls you with a luring tone, as he looks at you with a smirk.

"y/nn?" he calls again, leaning closer to you.

"what?" you grunt, finally looking up at him. fuck it was mistake, you shouldn't have because why the hell was park jay looking at you with literal heart eyes and why the hell did it gave you butterflies?

he remains silent before the smile on his lips disappears into a sorry expression.

"i'm sorry," he says, and frowns.

"what are you sorry for?" you ask as your eyes bores into his.

"for going to rina. that day." he explains but it breaks your heart when her name leaves his mouth.

"why are you apologizing?" you ask. "it's not like you owe me one, not like i'm someone that matters to you." you mutter the last sentence under your breath, but jay heard it.

and it makes him sad.

had you known you're the one person that mattered the most to him.

"y/n…" he trails off, but you shake your head.

"it's late, you should leave." you say, standing up as you approach your door to usher him out.

"y/n i didn't want to but she was calling for me."

"jay why are you explaining yourself to me? we aren't going to fall in love again so it doesn't matter nor will it ever matter. our agreement was just you keeping my secret in exchange for me tutoring you."

you didn't mean to come off harsh but by the look on jay's face, it made you want to sink into a hole and never face him again.

"yeah, you're right. my bad." he says, in a disappointed tone as he nods. he grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder. you try to approach him but he stops you, "i can find my way out, don't bother."

jay opens the door to exit but he looks back before he leaves.

"goodnight y/n."

GUILT never stopped chasing you ever since the night jay left your room after you lashed out at him.

it wasn't your intention but it wasn't a day if you didn't fuck something up obviously.

the night he left like that you didn't sleep on a brink. the guilt haunted you all night, all day and all week. it's been two weeks since the incident and it was still haunting you like insane.

jay didn't attend the last tutor session after you lashed out at him, he didn't inform you of anything which made things worse. you felt bad and guilty the whole time.

you didn't see jay most of the time at school, usually you'd be more than grateful if he was out of your sight but that night the only thing that could ease your heart was if you saw him.

and when you did, your guilt only worsened when jay didn't glance your way.

your heart was telling you to grow some balls and apologize but you mind was telling you to leave him be since he was obeying the agreement you both agreed on.

overtime your heart won over your mind and you found yourself by the cafeteria buying two banana milk cartons— one for you and another for him.

after paying the cashier lady, you took the long way back to class to get your shit together and not make a fool of yourself when you're apologizing.

you remember yizhou telling you to apologize since from your story telling jay was obvious hurt but yizhou was emphasizing that the hurt you gave him obviously wouldn't beat the hurt he gave you.

but hurt is hurt and you're at fault this time.

so it's only right that you apologize.

besides doing this will make the next tutor session less awkward.

when you came back to the classroom, you didn't spot jay anywhere or his friends. you also looked around for rina and her minions, luck was on your side since they weren't there too.

you walk towards his table awkwardly, trying your best to not look suspicious as you tiptoe around his table.

you cover your face with one hand and the other place one carton on the table with the straw then you skip to your table in the quickest way possible without looking suspicious.

you finally let out a relieved sigh when you sat down at your table. mission one is done, but you had another problem coming your way, will jay forgive you?

a louder sigh and whine leaves you before you frustratedly take out your module and start doing exercises to take your mind off it.

without knowing jay had been watching all along from the back of the classroom.

he had seen you walking into the classroom and followed behind you, he was about to leave until he was you tip toeing around his table.

he laughs in secret when he sees you do a poor job at not looking suspicious by placing the banana milk on his table. when you covered your face in the most awkward way possible he chuckled at you being so cute.

when you go back to your table, he stops laughing and holds back the big smile growing on his face as he walks into the classroom.

he sees you watching him in secret but you're not too slick with it so he picks up the carton, examines it then places it on his table.

he holds back the smirk when he sits down and then looks at you while your eyes widen and look away so fast.

too bad the smile already beat him to it, he smiles as he pops the carton open with the straw and takes a sip as he stares at you from the back.

you could practically feel jay's gaze on your back and holy shit did it make you nervous. you should be yelling at him to mind his own business but you pushed that thought to the back of your mind.

you phone rings a notification which earns your attention and for the first time in weeks, you see jay's name flash across your screen.

for some reason it makes you smile and makes you feel giddy when you see his notification.

it shouldn't be making you feel like that but it did.

idiot jay :

thanks for the banana milk

shit. how'd he know it was you?

you :

idk what r u talking about…

you hear jay coughing from the back which makes you smirk, and then three bubbles pop up on the screen.

idiot jay :

don't play dumb babe

ik it's u ;)

and there is the jay you know.

you :

whatever floats your boat, jay~

"can't believe i'm seeing modern day romance right before me in broad daylight."

slamming your phone into the table, you look to see a horrified yizhou as she sits down next to you.

"what are you talking about?" you laugh nervously, as you turn off your phone and slide back into your blazer.

"considering how smiley you are that you're kicking your feet and all, i'm assuming you guys are okay now?" you don't bother brushing the issue under the carpet, you spill everything to yizhou.

"well, congrats on making your next tutor session less awkward." she says, laughing at the make-up attempt.

you nod and then drift the conversation to something else. you and yizhou planned on going shopping over the weekend after your session with jay since you both haven't hung out in while since you got caught up in your jay situation.

a few days passed by and saturday finally arrived again, this time you looked forward to it.

although it was a few hours prior to your tutor session with jay, you couldn't stop thinking about him as you sat in your backyard painting on your canvas board.

you were painting a scenery you had in mind, usually during painting you just let your imagination take over and just let your fingers sway the brush along.

but this time you were just sitting there, staring at the canvas board unable to come up with something to paint.

maybe if jay wasn't taking up all the space in your head.

"you paint?"

that awfully sounded familiar to jay's voice, way too close you were concerned for yourself at this point. you were thinking of him too much.

too much his voice sounds way too real as if he was in the backyard with you.

"babe?"

oh shit.

you turn around in your seat to see jay standing by the sliding glass door with his arms crossed, looking at you in awe.

you blink several times to assure it wasn't your head messing with you until you realized he was actually standing there.

"huh? why are you here? tutor session doesn't start until 5? it's 4.15?" you bombard jay with questions which he only chuckles at before he walks towards you.

"came early to see you, missed you too much." you give him a glare which he winks back in return for.

"you paint? i didn't know." he says, as he eyes you and the canvas.

"because it's none of your business," you reply back as you place the pallet on the stool next to you.

"i want it to be my business then," he answers back and takes a seat on the bench across from you. you don't bother answering anything back, knowing jay would only make another remark out of it.

though his recent reply made your stomach do flips which you thoroughly ignored.

you both sit in silence as you stare at the canvas in blank of what to paint. and then you looked at jay, an idea popped into your head.

you could paint him.

"stay still and don't move." you say and pick up a brush and start moving it along the canvas.

"you're painting me?" jay asks in pure shock as he turns to stare at you.

"i said don't move, idiot!"

"okay! okay!"

a small smile grows on your lips at jay sulking slightly at your little tantrum as you paint him.

jay wasn't too difficult to draw, he already looked like a real life sculpture so he made it easier for you. god took his time on jay and it shows.

jay's outfit today seemed to be perfect for the painting as well, he wore a white dress shirt and khaki colored slacks that he pulled off so effortlessly.

if any other guy wore it, you wouldn't even bat an eye but since jay wore it, you couldn't stop stealing glances at him.

he was just so effortlessly handsome, no wonder many girls wouldn't stop chasing him.

before you could overthink and dull yourself over the thoughts you chose to ignore it and just focus on painting.

you don't realize the time that passed by since you were indulged in a conversation with jay as you finished painting him. by the end of it, you were beyond tired from all the painting and jay's ass was so sore from sitting for so long.

you didn't allow jay to see the painting even after an argument, you managed to move the painting to your room where somewhere he couldn't find it.

"your house is nice, it would be nice to live here." jay says as he examines the interior while you were making orange juice for him.

jay said he felt thirsty after all the talking besides it would be rude to send your guest off without proper hosting etiquette.

"you live in a house like mine too, park." you say, sighing at his dramatic comment.

"yeah but the only thing missing there is you, it would be nice if i could wake up to you everyday and spend my entire life with you."

you shoot him a speechless expression which he laughs at.

"isn't it too early to be making marriage jokes?" you ask, pouring the juice into a glass for you and him.

"so you want to experience it one day with me?" he asks, pushing your buttons.

"you know that's not what i meant, park." you scoff, placing down the jug and pushing a glass towards him. "so shut the fuck up and drink that."

jay sends you a wink and take a sip from the orange juice.

"i can never get tired of you cussing, you're so fine when you do so." you had to admit, that sure made your cheeks turn crimson which jay unfortunately caught onto.

"oh my god!" jay shrieks, a wide grin plastered on his face as he approaches you.

"is THE y/n y/l/n blushing? because of me?" he fake gasps as he inches closer to you with each step while you lean over the counter.

"shut up jay, you're overreacting." you say, chuckling as you hide your face.

"you don't have the talent to lie babe, so i'm not sure why you bother doing so," he says, chuckling as he leans over towards you.

"you need to stop being cocky," you say, placing a hand on his chest indicating stop as you chuckle at him.

"and what if i don't?" he asks, taking your hand off his chest.

"you don't want to find out jay.." you trail off, still looking at him.

"if i do?"

you both stare at each other in silence, the tension in the air so thick nothing is heard except for the thuds of your heartbeats.

you smirk, leaning into his neck— so close he could feel your hot breath against his neck. it sends shivers down his spine but he keeps his cool.

"i'll make you finish a whole module of physics."

jay pulls away staring at you with a frown, not amused by you giving him false hope while you on the other hand seemed to be having a field day as you held your tummy, laughing out loud.

"that wasn't funny." jay snarls, scoffing at you laughing your ass off by the counter. sure it pissed him off but by the way you're laughing your ass of, it instantly takes away the annoyance.

he's too in awe with your smile gracefully plastered on your face as you laugh sounding like a melody in his ear.

your laughter dies down after a while and you finally could catch air after it all being sucked away from laughing.

"are you done y/l/n?" you look aside to see a pouty jay with his hallway finished orange juice in his hand.

"yeah yeah," you say, holding back another urge to laugh in his face. "with the last name? that's new."

jay doesn't say anything except for glaring at you which you roll your eyes at. back to being at each other's neck.

"keep those glares down, park. speaking about the module, we didn't have our tutor session today." you say, and take a sip from your glass

"can't we skip this one? we can hang out instead!"

"weren't you the one who wanted me to tutor you?"

"yeah but—"

"no but's jay, are you free on monday? after school? cause tomorrow i have plans with yizhou so i won't be free tomorrow," you ask him.

"that's fine by me." he says, then looks up to you. "but at my place."

"your place?" you ask, and look up at him.

"yeah my place, is that fine by you?" he asks, raising his eyebrow at you.

it's not that you haven't been to his place before so you wonder why you're hesitating. besides all you're both going to do is just study, not anything else.

"okay."

the night passes by with you both just talking with 70% you telling him to shut the fuck up or arguing and 20% of jay flirting and 10% of you both laughing your asses off.

honestly during the whole time you were just having fun, your cheeks were so sore from smiling the whole time it genuinely felt like a date but it wasn't.

jay left after a few hours just before you parents had come back home and you went to bed that night with the biggest smile on your face.

you were content with this, you finally had fun after a long time and damn was it worth it.

it finally felt like you got jay back and it was starting to feel like back then, the times you both were happy being around each other.

sunday rolled by and you went out with yizhou, got back before curfew and had fun.

you told yizhou about the progress between you and jay and she was wanting to throw the whole time because of how 'overwhelmingly sweet'.

and then monday happened, school went by and then night time came around and you found yourself in front of jay's mansion.

though it wasn't too different from yours and considering how you weren't a stranger here, you didn't know why you were so nervous.

you didn't know why you even out extra effort into looking good today? maybe because you haven't seen his parents after so long?

or maybe because you just wanted to impress jay? but all you guys agreed on was studying so why the dress up?

you couldn't find a answer in you so you just hit the bell and waited for someone to answer the door.

after a few seconds the door is opened and you're met with jay's mom, mrs.park.

"uh good evening, mrs.park" you greet, giving her a small smile as you stand by her doorstep.

"oh my! y/n?" she gasps, staring at you in shock. "it's been so long! don't wait there, come in!" she opens the door ajar, inviting you into her home.

"thank you mrs park," you give her another smile and walk in. the place hadn't changed too much, there were a few changes in the furniture but overall it the same old place.

"i haven't seen you in so long, i thought jay stopped being friends with you! i was so worried for the boy." she says, chuckling at the situation.

you nod and smile in return.

"oh, you're here." you look towards the stairs where jay is walking towards you, he looked as handsome as the other. even more now that he was in grey sweatpants and white t-shirt, your absolute weakness.

"hey," you greet him, and look away not wanting your gaze to linger on him too long.

"we're gonna go and study if you're done with the reunion mom," jay says jokingly, as he grabs your hand unannounced.

you stare at him wide eyed but he only smiles at you. you give his mom a shy smile "my apologies mrs.park, if you'd excuse us."

"sure sure dear, before you leave do join us for dinner" she says, and you give her a nod then smile at her before jay basically drags you to his room.

"damn hands off me, jay" you say, yanking your hand away and walk behind him into his room.

"my bad, it just happened naturally." he says, winking at you.

"everything just somehow happens naturally to you. " you say, scoffing as you set down your bag.

"yeah cause my hand seems to be a magnet that keeps on getting attracted to you," he says and acts like his hand us a magnet being pulled towards you while his other hand holds it back.

"you're so corny," you say, laughing at his stupid joke.

"nothing about me is corny babe, you're just in love with me." he says, shrugging and takes a seat next to you.

well he wasn't entirely wrong.

"yeah right, you wish." you say, rolling your eyes at his confidence. jay smirks and chuckles.

"i don't have to wish, i already know you do."

"shut up."

"you're so in love with me babe."

"no i’m not."

"you are."

"if anything you're the one in love with me, end of the topic now please shut up." you snarl at him, closing his mouth with your hand.

"and you're right." he says, taking away your hand. you snatch your hand away and urge jay to stop messing around and get on track to study.

hours pass by and you both actually study, a few times jay stops to flirt which you had to keep on scolding him for and a few times jay actually was studying, where he asked you questions and you helped him out on it.

when you both are finally done with the studying, you both plop back onto his bed, feeling so worn out.

laying in silence, you're almost drifting off into sleep if it wasn't for jay speaking up.

"y/n?"

you hum in response, eyes still closed.

"you look pretty today." he says, earning a smile from you.

"you look good in braids and i like your dress, it looks pretty on you."

"you're being awfully nice, what do you want?" you ask, chuckling at his sweet compliments.

you feel the bed shift, and then you feel your darkness turn darker which means something was hovering over you.

opening your eyes, you see jay leaning over on top of you but you don't bother yelling at him to move.

"i think you know the answer already," he says, smiling.

"don't tell me the answer is—"

"you, yeah."

"you need to stop flirting, it's not working if you're trying to woo me over," you say, poking your tongue out at him.

jay only stays silent, his smile doesn't leave his mouth and that's when you realize he isn't just kidding, he's being for real.

"jay."

"hm?" he hums, and you give him a unreadable expression. you’re confused, he’s making you confused. one second he’s with rina acting like nothing’s going on and the next minutes he’s all up on your ass trying to win you back.

not like he ever had you.

“stop playing around, it’s not funny—”

“i’m not playing y/n and you know that.” he says, sighing at you.

“i don’t jay and i’m not falling for this again, cause in the end i’m gonna end up hurt again which i don’t want to experience again.” you say, propping yourself up on your elbows, inching closer to the boy that’s hovering over you.

“i never meant to hurt you y/n, it wasn’t my intention— i literally have no idea what you’re talking about when you say i hurt you.” jay argues back, but it’s rather more calmly with his confused expression.

“you’re shitting me.”

jay opens his mouth to retort back but the knock on his room door interrupts you both.

“sir, madame wants you down for dinner.” a lady’s voice speaks from behind the door who you’re assuming is a helper in his house.

jay looks at the door and then back at you with a sigh. “we’ll be down in a while, thanks.”

after the footsteps disappear into a distance, move jay aside and get up from his bed. you pack your things into your bag and sling it over your shoulder.

“i’ll head downstairs first.” you say and head towards the door but just as you’re about to twist the knob jay holds onto your forearm.

“y/n.” he says but it sounds like a plead in disguise. you turn to look at him and you wonder.

if mentioning what happened is about to ruin the chances of you both having a civil friendship again, then you wish to forget about it. every time it’s about rina something just goes wrong. you decide to bring up the topic another time, this time you’d just rather forget it for the moment.

“i’ll wait for you downstairs, don’t keep your parents waiting.” you say, giving him a smile then exiting the room and leaving jay behind.

jay’s confused. he’s totally confused, he just doesn’t get what’s wrong and what’s going on. his phone starts ringing and it jolts him awake from his confused-daze that he was in.

sunghoon’s name flashes across the screen and jay swipes right on it to answer.

“hey dude, you wanna come over later after your tutor session with your _girlfriend_ is done?” sunghoon asks, mocking jay’s massive crush on you from the other end of his phone.

“she’s not my girlfriend, hoon.” jay says, plopping onto his bed as a smile grows on his lips at the thought of you being his girlfriend.

“eyyyy saying that as if you don’t want her to be your girlfriend.”

jay has liked you since forever and he means it. from the moment you helped him out for being lost in elementary school, he’s had large heart eyes for you and only you ever since then and any sane person would’ve noticed that.

although you both drifted apart, growing up— jay hadn’t forgotten you even a little. he’s always watched you from afar (not in a creepy way ofc), never growing the balls to ever ask you out— jay remembers telling making sure that everyone knew you were completely off limits.

especially to sleazy, low-life or stacked guys, he made sure to them that you were completely off-limits. you were his from the beginning and now that he’s finally going to get you, he couldn’t just let anyone else have you.

it was so bad till sunghoon and jake had to start matchmaking the both of you in ‘coincidental ways’.

it never worked out, it was the universe just didn’t want their friend jay to win in terms of you until, miracle happened. well not exactly since sunghoon and jake bribed jay’s teacher to match up the both of you in a project.

jay was the happiest boy in the entire world the day he got home, his mum was so confused why her son was helping her out in the kitchen or skipping around the house with the biggest smile plastered on his face.

sunghoon and jake remember regretting setting him up like that because every 2 minutes back then jay would spam in their group chat about how thrilled and all he would ever speak about was you, y/n y/l/n.

jay remembers vividly every day back then, every second he was so genuinely happy to be with you even if it’s just you both being in the same room, he didn’t show it but he truly was the happiest.

at one point, he realised that you were the one. so he asked you out after the final meetup for the project.

but of course, in every seed of good there is always a piece of bad. he doesn’t know why right after that you started avoiding him although you said yes to him. you didn’t show up to the date, he tried calling you, texting you, he even asked around but it was all to no avail.

you just started ghosting him, and when he did see you at school you would pretend that you didn’t know him, nor did you even acknowledged his existence.

even when he dated other girls to get over you, he just couldn’t. you just had that effect on him that no matter what, no matter how girls he could get in just a snap— they could all never be you.

not even rina could compare to you, she couldn’t be you ever.

up until one day, jay just got so pissed off by rina being so clingy to him like a leech— he almost yelled at her but he just stormed off in annoyance to the smoking spot he always smoked at.

rina had really annoyed him to the point he even got pissed that there were people smoking at a literal smoking spot. he wasn’t going to head back to class after that and he really needed to hit a blunt so he looked around and found a spot behind a building in the school compound.

approaching it he did felt like something was weird, and as soon as he turned to the left he sees you, leaning the against the wall with a cigar between your lips? jay couldn’t believe the sight before him back then, he in absolute shock.

never would he have ever imagined seeing a cigarette and you together. it just seemed impossible but if it wasn’t for the wall next to him, he would’ve fallen to his knees.

the y/n y/l/n was so freaking hot.

he noticed that you hadn’t realized his presence therefore he took out his zippo lighter, lighting up his cigarette and closes the lid shut.

that seemed to break you out of your train of thoughts because the way you looked at him and the cigar falling between your fingers made jay knew that he’s hit the jackpot.

"didn't know the miss little goody-two-shoes had bad habits after all."

and that led to where the both of you were now. jay didn’t really need tutoring, not like he has ever gave a shit to his studies knowing it’ll all be taken care of by his father regardless of how his results are but at that point it was the only thing he could think of.

that seemed to be the only way for him to get you spending time with him so he asked you to tutor him in return for him keeping your secret. though that didn’t seem to be much helpful since you keep on confusing him with how he’s hurt you.

jay is just as confused as you. he’s missing something from the story line and he has a feeling it’s something related to him.

“dude you on the line? i been calling you for like the— fifth time now.” sunghoon yelling into the phone wakes jay from his thoughts.

“oh yeah, yeah. sorry, my bad,” jay apologies into the phone as he massages the temple of his head. “y/n keeps on saying i hurt her but i just don’t know what she’s talking about.”

“mmm,” sunghoon hums on the line. “did you say anything offensive to her?”

“not that i know nor will i ever say anything offensive to her.” jay answers to his friend while he thinks about it.

“do you think it has anything to do with what happened the last time you guys ever spoke?” sunghoon’s question rings in his head making him sit right upon his bed.

“huh? like just now?” jay asks and sunghoon’s disappointed sigh is heard from the other end.

“this is why y/n hates you.”

“WHAT!”

“i meant like the last time you guys spoke as in before she started ghosting you— like anything related to that?” jay’s eyebrows furrowed, something related to that?

could it be the fact he asked you out in the lousiest way possible? were you hurt by that? couldn’t be since you said yes, happily. could it be the place he chose to take you out on a date? couldn’t be so, it was a common spot for lovers and he had done his research the day before about the place and its ratings.

they had a 5-star rating.

then what?

could it be that—

shit.

could it be that you saw what happened between him and rina.

“fuck dude— oh my god.” jay gasps into the phone, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as if he was back to that day again and rina kissing him.

knowing you, you definitely would’ve jumped into conclusion without figuring out the whole thing.

“what’s wrong jay?” sunghoon asks, still on the line.

“i think— i think y/n might have seen rina kissing me,” jay says and groans in frustration. “remember the stupid shit rina pulled right on that day where i told you she kissed me and like we fought.”

“no way, bro you telling me y/n saw that? AND THAT’S WHY SHE GHOSTED YOU?” sunghoon practically screams into the phone with the biggest gasp, he worries jay at times.

“it’s the only logical answer for now. i think she saw it— ugh fuck i’m such an idiot.” jay sighs, wondering how long you thought he was a jerk.

on the day he had been waiting for you for the date, jay was beyond thrilled and happy— it was finally the day he had waited for about years now: a date with the girl of his dreams.

you were about to arrive in time, he was making sure everything was in the right order until he heard weeping noises behind him. turning around, he remembers seeing his crying ex, rina who was sobbing endlessly as she stared at him.

“what the fuck? are you okay rina, what are you doing her—”

before he could even finish his sentence rina ran to him and engulfed him in a hug. his first thought was to calm her down despite the fact you could arrive any moment, he can’t just be an asshole and leave the crying girl by herself.

“b-babe, i’m sorry.” she cries, almost inaudible.

“rina speak up clearly please? what happened? are you hurt anywhere?” jay asks, frantically— worried as he looks at rina with wide eyes.

“i’m hurt.” she says, clutching onto his shirt as she sobs. jay’s eyes widens in horror, immediately taking his phone out to dial emergency.

“WHAT! i’m calling—”

“don’t!” rina gasps, snatching his phone out his hand. “i’m hurt that you’re on a date with another girl.. how can you do this to me?” she frowns.

“are you fucking kidding me?” jay yanks her hands off him and pushes her away from him.

“babe, hear me out, please? i miss you, you cant just give up on us—”

“rina shut the fuck up. you’re pissing me off, please leave.” jay says, exhaling a deep breath as he holds back his anger. was she kidding him? she was literally about to ruin his date with you.

“jay baby,” she whines, moving closer to him again. “don’t do this to us— to me. you’re mine, you can’t just throw me away for some other girl.”

“rina. leave before i call the security on you.”

rina only scoffs, crossing her arms. “you can’t call security on me!”

before jay could say anything else, rina clings onto him and captures her lips in his with her arms around his neck. jay stays frozen, in shock at her literally jumping on him and kissing him.

rina moans into the kiss and that’s what it took for him to regain his senses. he pushes rina off him, coughing as he tries to catch air.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” jay yells, catching rina by suprise. jay moves forward to grab her by the arm and yell into her face for kissing him, the security rushes in and drags rina out of there while she screams for them to let her go..

he’ll deal with her later— all that mattered what you right now. rina ruined his mood completely but jay could care less about that, he was waiting for you.

he waited, waited and waited— even when it was pouring cat and dogs, you never came.

“sir? you should head in, you’re drenched.” a staff from the restaurant holds an umbrella over jay and invites him in but jay only shakes his head.

“it’s fine, my date she’ll be here soon— i’m waiting for her.” jay replies, giving the staff a tight smile. the staff only stares in sympathy, feeling sorry for the boy sitting outside under the rain, drenched and shivering in coldness, waiting for his date that never came.

jay was about pass out from sitting in the rain for too long, his nose was red from sneezing and he was shaking uncontrollably. he waited for you, he was willing to wait longer but his body couldn’t take it anymore

sunghoon’s mustang parked right in front of him as a worried jake and sunghoon came running for their friend engulfing their heartbroken friend in a warn hug.

“jay…” sunghoon trailed off, sighing at the poor sight of his friend.

“she’ll come—” jay sneezes, midway into his sentence. “right?”

jake only bares to look at sunghoon with a frown as sunghoon returns the same one.

“she will, but not today.” sunghoon replies, pulling jay into a hug even more tighter and jay silently sobs into his friend’s chest as the three of them got drenched in the then drizzling rain.

“jay?”

“hoon, i don’t think i’ve ever been this tempted to kill a person ever before.” jay says and hears sunghoon choke at the other end.

“i would suggest you to calm down.” sunghoon says, chuckling in the most awkward way possible.

“rina ruined everything, i can’t believe i went back to her without knowing she was the reason why y/n never came that day.”

sunghoon scoffs and then sighs.

“and brought you to that state that day.” he says, blood boiling at the memories of him finding his friend in the most miserable situation he’s ever seen.

“if i ever see her again, i don’t even know what i’ll do.”

“dude, worry less about rina. she shouldn’t even be on your mind— worry about y/n first, what are you going to do with her?”

jay sighs once more, “right. i totally forgot about that.”

“try explaining everything to her, work things out with y/n dude first." sunghoon says, and then ending the call after a while.

sunghoon's right, he should just push rina to the back of his mind and focus on you first.

focus on getting you back.

he heads down after awhile, and smiles at the scene in the kitchen as he heads down the stairs.

you and his mom chatting, with smiles on each others face and jay's smile widens even more when he sees you laugh at something his mother says.

it warms his heart how happy you are.

"you're like so late, jongseong." his mom says, spotting him walking into the kitchen with his hands in his pockets.

you glance at jay and then take a seat, jay slides in next to you after his mom has sat in front of you.

"is dad not joining us?" jay asks, taking his own portion of food.

"he's busy, he said he'll be home for dinner." his mom answers, and then frowns at you. "too bad he can't see you, y/n."

you just give her a small smile as you serve yourself the food too.

jay and his mom fall into a conversation, and you can't help but admire how lovely the pair look like, a perfect mother and son duo.

you wish you had this type of relationship with you mother, a conversation where you can actually smile and laugh with her instead of the thick tension and silence every time you're in the same room as her.

"y/n? is everything okay?"

mrs.park stares at you with curiosity as you zoned out. you nod, and apologize.

"yes mrs.park, sorry."

she gives you a warm smile, and before you could take another bite from your food— a pair of chopsticks with peeled shrimp comes onto your bowl, placing the seafood on it.

you look at jay, confused as to why he placed his food on yours.

"eat up," he says and smiles at you then looking away. you're sure you caught a small blush on his face but you let it slide, as you take a bite of the shrimp and rice.

dinner went by smoothly in no time since you three were catching up on so much stuff, in laughter and joy.

you felt so warm hearted and joyful by the end of the dinner, since it's truly rare that you ever sit down at a dinner table and have joyful chats over dinner or lunch.

thought the sadness of having to leave mrs.park too soon, she assured you that you're always welcomed at her home, anytime before jay walked you out to his porch.

"jongseong drop y/n off, it's too late for her to go back at this time." his mom says, and shoves jay his porsche keys behind you.

you and jay step outside of his mansion and stand there as the chilly breeze hits you both, making you shiver since you wore a dress.

"you're cold." jay says, and heads back inside then comes back out with a jacket. his varsity jacket.

"you don't have to." you say, waving your hands at him but jay only ignores you, like he always does.

he puts the jacket around you, the jacket hugs you engulfing you into immediate warmth.

"it's chilly, and you're shivering. i'm not letting you catch a cold, babe." you hold back the urge to roll your eyes at the nickname, and the urge to call him out in that.

be grateful, y/n. you remind yourself.

"thank you." you say, and jay smiles.

"welcome, love." he says, then holds your hand in his larger ones. "let's go."

taking you by your hand to his car in the garage just next the mansion, where a whole line up of sports and expensive cars were.

he unlocks the porsche with his keys, then opens the passenger side for you. you mutter another thanks and got in.

then moving over to the drivers sides he gets in and starts the engine, driving out of the mansion compound in no time.

during the drive you refrain from mentioning what happened at his room earlier, you felt like an asshole every time this happened. but, you were the one who was hurt.

"so—"

"uhm s—"

jay and you speak up but stop as soon as the other speaks up and falls into a defeated silence.

"go first y/n," jay says while his gaze remains on the road before him.

"no it's fine, you go first jay."

jay glances at you, then back to the road again which you take as a sign to just shut the fuck up and go first.

"fine," you sigh and then look at the window, watching the buildings pass by in a blur.

"uhm, about what happened earlier.." you trail off, noticing his gaze on your for a second.

you didn't know why this was making you so nervous, like what happened to the fierce y/n?

"about earlier uhm— can we never mention it? like ever? i don't want to talk about it anymore."

jay almost hits the gas in shock but he remains focused so he doesn't crash you both.

fuck, right when he wanted to clear up the mess.

"uhm," jay says, unsure of what to answer.

"everytime we bring it up, we sort of get into a conflict or something so let's just not talk about it." you say, giving jay a smile as you nod.

"this way we can be homies without any awkward stuff going on or whatever ahahahaha!" you say and laugh in the most awkward way possible.

how were you fucking it up even more worse?

jay remains silent throughout the rest of the ride and you assume he either is on the same page as you or…. is on the same page as you.

you decide to leave it at that and not question anything further. but at least now you and jay won't have any arguments other than the petty ones you have with him for fun.

he pulls up by the front gate of your mansion, pulling the break as he parks the car.

you stay silent, biting your lip not knowing what to say to break the deafening silence.

"y/n?"

ugh, you don't like the tone of it.

"i want to talk about it though, i think you've got it all w—"

and just like that, your phone rings interrupting the both of you. you shoot him an apologetic smile and check the caller ID.

fuck, it's your mom.

"yes mom," you say, answering the call.

"it's past curfew, why aren't you home yet?" the strict tone of her voice shoot at you straight from the phone, it annoys you how much you dislike her for being like this.

why couldn't she be like mrs.park?

"i'm coming inside, mom." there's a pause after your answer, and then the dial gets cut. you take your phone away from your ear, sighing silently at the black screen.

"is everything alright?" jay's voice fills up the silent atmosphere making you look up at him.

"yeah, my mom wants me in right now." you say, keeping your phone into your bag and then slinging it over your shoulder.

jay only nods with a smile hiding the sadness behind it, you almost forgot he was in the middle of saying something.

he could text you later. you then proceed to open the door, but you're stuck.

pushing yourself up, you're still unable to move, confused by something holding you back.

"your seatbelt is still on." jay says, chuckling at you.

"oh.." you trail off as embarrassment hits you. you're beyond grateful it's quite dim in his car because you were steaming hot in the face and most definitely the color of a beetroot.

fuck y/n you're so stupid you think to yourself, as you bite your lip while jay leans over your body and unlocks the seatbelt.

his perfume smell was light but it was almost too addicting you wanted him to stay right with you.

"there you go," he chuckles, exiting the car and then walking over to open your door. you give him a shy smile and take his hand, exiting the car.

"thank you, for everything today." you say, looking up at him under the golden colored streetlight.

if only he knew how pretty he looked in your eyes.

you could literally paint him as you stare at him, at the moment.

"go in," jay says, patting your head and then placing a small kiss on your forehead catching you by surprise, but you don't question him.

you nod and then wave a goodbye at him as you walk away, into the mansion. jay watches you with a smile and his hands in his pocket.

"goodnight, babe." he whispers as if you could hear it from the distance you both are at. nevertheless the sight of you in his jacket makes his heart beat a little faster as his smile widens.

he was so lovesick.

but there was a problem now, how is he going to clear up the issue about you thinking he kissed rina during the date on purpose?

he was so fucked.

as everything unfolds in the y/l/n's mansion compound, a pair of sharp eyes watches all the way up from the mansion.

mrs.y/l/n watches as the boy her daughter tutors, pat and kiss her on the head as he sends her back home— and her daughter walking into her home with a boy's jacket around her.

mrs.y/l/n blood boils as she watches the two lovesick fools, wondering where had she gone wrong in raising her daughter.

thinking her daughter had been obedient, away from the eyes of boys and away from a mess like park jongseong, the son of the parks, rivals of the y/l/ns.

how could her daughter fall in love with the son of their rival. this was wrong, and messed up— mrs.y/l/n hated changes, changes that could bring very bad downfall to their family.

she's going to step in and fix the mess her daughter dragged in under the foolish name of love.

as you fall asleep with a smile in your bed, you mother is behind the closed doors of her office, plotting a very big surprise ahead of you.

TODAY was full of surprises, when you woke up and prepared to leave for school, your mom had surprisingly called you over for breakfast.

she asked about your day yesterday, which was very weird since usually she doesn't care about anything you do unless it's related to your academics.

you successfully dodged them all until she caught you off guard with one question.

"did you take a cab last night?"

"no, mrs.park dropped me off."

you noticed the weird swift in the air but you decided to not bother about it, thinking it's just your mom being nosy in the name of caring once in a while.

and when you arrived at school, a group of girls were surrounded by your table.

"what's going on?" you ask out loud, confused as to why everyone was camping at your table. the girls at your table only give you a look of jealousy while another few give you 'ooohs'.

moving closer, you see a large and by large it has to be as big as your desk. a large bouquet of roses.

you look around the bouquet for a card but it's to no avail. you look around the classroom but jay but he and his friends are nowhere to be found.

yizhou chuckles at you, as she approaches you.

"looks like your boyfriend is going all out this time, huh?"

"jay is not my boyfriend, yizhou." you scoff and instead of getting a retort back, you see yizhou smirking.

"never mentioned jay," she says, and winks at you as she rushes off before you could say anything.

you take a seat with a sigh.

"you got fans, babe?" you hear jay behind you as he slings an arm around you. you give him a side glare, then push his arms off you.

"take your hands off me, and stop calling me babe for god's sake." you say, then take off your bag, setting it on your chair, behind you.

"you weren't saying that last night, y/n."

"oh my god, shut up!" you scowl at jay, slapping your hand onto his mouth.

jay chuckles and presses his lips to your palm making you yank away your hand and whine from annoyance, while he laughs his ass off.

"stop it!" you scoff, and wipe your hands off with a tissue with a glare to jay. however he doesn't mind, since the bouquet on the table seemed to be catching his attention.

"can't believe you're getting flowers and all now— you got yourself a fan or what?" jay asks, side eyeing the bouquet as if he wasn't the one that came to school early to leave the custom ordered bouquet on your table.

"why does it bother you anyway, are you jealous or what?" you ask and smirk.

"why should i be jealous?"

"then were you the one who sent this? im rejecting you flatly, if so."

"why would i anyway?" jay says and pulls a strand of your hair which made you shriek and hit him on the arm.

you're both arguing harmlessly away in your own world, while a gaze remains on you both from the back of the class.

"don't you think she's a brazen bitch? even after you ruined every chance she had with him, how is he still with her, geez?" rina's friend scoffs as he watches the romance between you and jay.

rina nods, watching the both of you with a glare, her vision painted red.

"i'll make sure it's over for her this time."

WEEKS PASS BY and you're nearing the end of your semester, which meant your tutor sessions with jay were coming to an end as well.

it's been months since you both agreed on the agreement of him keeping your secret and you tutoring him in return.

you still don't know why jay asked you to tutor him when he could afford tutors better than a high schooler herself.

you think perhaps it was a idea that he could randomly just think of at that moment.

nevertheless you're glad he did came up with him despite at first all you both did was fall into awkward fights because he screwed you over in the past.

you're pretty much sure that this time he's serious, and he isn't going to screw you over. hopefully, at least.

since you decided to just have a crush on him silently and not have the fake hope all over again— you managed to keep it up all along and jay on the other hand, is on the same page as well, other than his stupid little flirtings and random gifts as if you were his girlfriend (you wish), things were pretty much going well.

over the months you and jay started to hang out alot other than the time you both spend during tutoring sessions.

and got closer too. tutors went well, jay would purposely finish up early just so he could hang out with you for the rest of the tutoring time.

as for the rest, since you and jay got closer again it meant yizhou also got close to sunghoon and jake.

you sensed something fishy going on between yizhou and sunghoon for a while now so you kept on teasing her about it since she was teasing you about jay.

things were really going smoothly and well.

you had just finished studying for the night and took a shower, so here you were putting lotion over your body and doing your skin care.

just as you were about to turn off your lights and take your rest for the night, you heard something knock on your window.

you stood frozen as you mind started going places, wondering what horrifying ghost was behind the window.

you decided to turn off the lights and run to your bed and not check it out like every other idiot in borrow movies would do.

so you stood by the lights, one foot over by the wall and the other leaping already, ready to jump on your bed as soon as your fingers flick the switch off.

another knock is heard, and you flick off the lights so fast and sprint to your bed. hiding under the sheets of your expensive duvet.

and another knock again, this time you start praying under the sheets with your eyes shut close as you hope for whatever behind your window to go away.

and another knock, once again! you were convinced you were doomed by the ghost that's haunting you tonight. you made sure your toes were gripping the edge of your blanket so the ghost doesn't pull your leg off.

"y/n!" a muffled scream from the ghost is heard and you freeze, absolutely about to shit yourself from how scared you were.

WHY DOES THE GHOST KNOW YOUR NAME AND WHY DOES THE GHOST SOUND LIKE JAY?

hold on.

taking the sheets off you, you sit up straight. it can't be him right? you wonder to yourself as you get off the bed and head towards your window.

your eyes widens at the sight of the boy in the backyard, in bushes throwing pebbles at your window and you sigh in relief for the fact at least it isn't a ghost.

running to switch the lights on, you open your window and glare at jay.

"what do you think you're doing? almost midnight? at a girl's house?" you whisper-yell at him, your hand over your chest as you stare at him unbelievably.

he's crazy.

"visiting you babe, what else?" jay whispers-yells back with a wink and you scoff.

"you saw me not even hours ago, park."

"and? i missed you so what?" he replies back, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly at the same time.

shy jay was rare, so you took the opportunity to laugh in secret of course— he'd never let you off if he found out you were mocking him, again.

"you saw me, go back home now." you say, and duck your head back inside, almost closing the window if it wasn't for him shrieking.

"Y/N!"

"SHHH!" you hiss at him for being too loud in the eerie hours of the night.

"i didn't come all the way here for you to shoo me away!"

"i'm most certainly not inviting you in, park."

and there he was sitting in the middle of your room, looking at you with doe eyes as you stood in front of him with your hands crossed.

“if anyone told me i’d be in a romeo and juliet shit once, i wouldn’t have believed them, but here i am.”

romeo and juliet had nothing on you both, that’s for sure.

"what now?" you ask jay, looking over him for some answers. what could he possibly want at night, when it's gonna be midnight anytime soon?

before jay could answer, you gasp covering your chest with your arms.

"i'm not going to have sex with you, park." you say, and jay just bursts out into a semi-loud but quiet laugh because your parents will murder him if they found out a boy is in their daughter's room as the clock inches closer to midnight.

"i like how that's your first thought," jay pauses, smirking at you. "unless you want to fuck me, babe."

you fake a gag at jay's reply as he laughs again.

"yeah yeah laugh all you want y/n, it's not like we never fucked before right?" jay says, raising his eyebrow at you.

"shut the fuck up, jay— oh my god!" you say, shoving him on your bed as you cover your face from embarrassment.

if it wasn't obvious already, jay indeed was your first. but this happened back then before he screwed you over and all that stuff— it's not like you regret it happening, you just wish things hasn't turned out for the both of you like that after you both fucked.

but then again, if that didn't happen— you both wouldn't be like this today.

"it's so annoying how i can have any other guy in my room but you're like the first and the only loser that's ever been in here." you say, taking a seat next to him with a laugh.

"first and last, babe."

"in your imagination."

"if so, i wouldn't be here right now next to you in real life y/n." he says, shoving you playfully. "don't act like you don't like it anyways, y/n."

with that you shut up, having no other answer to retort. after a while of silence, and a while of you both just staring at each other with smiles— you remember why is he here at night, it was gonna be midnight.

"what are you doing here jay, i'm being serious this time." you ask, looking over at him as you take off your hair tie, letting down your hair.

jay stares at you, mesmerized. he's always been mesmerized by you, he's always in awe every time he sees you. sometimes he thinks you're not real and you're just a fictional character that's in his dream.

but you're actually real and he can't believe it.

he's bonded with you even more over the months, and the semester is ending soon which means his tutor session with you is finally ending.

and he's not very happy about it, sure he can still hang out with you but tutor sessions ending just sounds so depressing. it's like losing a dear friend.

though studying was the main point, he doesn't care how hard it is, as long as he's got you, he's in good hands.

jay's crush for you developed even more over the months, and he's finally come to the conclusion that he's gonna ask you out.

soon, but not now.

also it's been months but he hasn't cleared up the whole 'rina kissing him and you thinking that he did that on purpose' thing cause none of you ever brought it up, like ever.

"i'm here to give you something and…" jay says, with a smile. "tell you something."

"alright make it quick then." you say, waving him off. "i need to sleep, quick jay boy." you say, again.

but jay remains silent, with a grin on his face as he glances at the golden vintage click on your wall.

huh? you look at the time and it's 11:58 p.m.

"jay?" you call his name only getting a "shh wait babe" in return.

so you wait, with a sigh as you lean on your elbow, watching the boy by your leg.

"okay okay, y/n get up!" jay shrieks, making you hiss a 'shh' at him, getting up and sitting face to face at him.

"tomorrow is my birthday." jay says, grinning at you and your eyes widened in shock.

"YOU'RE TELLING ME THIS NOW?" you gasp, immediately slapping your hand to your mouth realizing how loud it was.

you look at the clock and it's 11:59 p.m. only a few seconds away to 00:00 a.m.

"you're such an idiot, i can't believe you're telling me this now.." you sigh at jay, but then a smile grows on your lips as the clock is 2 seconds away from 00:00 a.m.

you both stare at each other in silence, with the biggest smile ever. jay has a bigger one, waiting to hear happy birthday from you.

00:00 A.M.

"happy birthday jay."

this is the best gift jay has ever gotten in his entire lifetime of birthdays. nothing could beat the sight of a barefaced you, sitting in front of him with the brightest smile in the world only with him— not even the newest sports car in the market.

though he's grateful for that but you and him, like the only person in the entire world, felt like a fever dream to him.

"jay?" you call out, waving your hand at his face.

"kiss me."

"what?" you're not sure if you heard it right, but it sounded like jay asked you to kiss him.

"y/n, kiss me."

you stare at him for a second. you forget the fact it's his birthday, it doesn't need to be a wish for him. it feels like a free pass for you to kiss him, the plump lips you missed oh so much if it wasn't for your ego and heartbreak phase.

it's something you both wanted, so why not?

"y—"

putting your arms around jay, you connect your lips on jay's unannounced— locking your lips like it was a puzzle that's finally put together after being separated for so long.

the only thought running through jay's head as his lips finally reunited with yours was that home stopped being a place ever since he met you.

seriously, he's never been genuinely happier. ever.

pulling away, you both catch for breath as you lean on jay's shoulder with his arms around your waist.

this seemed way too right, and perfect.

"how was that for a gift, park?" you ask, chuckling feeling the warmth radiate off jay as he laughs, the nuzzling feeling giving you a sort of comfort.

"perfect y/n, just you alone i couldn't ask for a better gift." he says, sighing at ease.

you both just sit there in silence, against each other, the soft sound from your air-conditioner and the soft sound of cars passing by doesn't make the silence too silent as your room smells like the perfume that jay loved so dearly.

your eyes begin to droop from the comfort and the minutes passing by.

"you said you wanted to sleep, y/n." jay says, his voice a little rusty from not speaking for a while. it's as if he could read your mind.

your mind was just telling you how you both soulmates at this point.

"hmm, but you said you had something to give me." you say groggily, jay almost chuckled at how adorable you looked, half-asleep.

and you thought you were dreaming because of how idiotically lovely he looked with a big smile while he's wearing a leather jacket that's supposed to be intimidating.

but it's jay you're talking about.

everything about him was comforting to you.

"you sure you want it now?"

"mmmm."

"if you insist, but I'm putting you to bed after it." he says as if he's your dad.

"you're not my father," you chuckle lightly, still awaiting to see what he wants to give you.

jay just shakes his head as he takes something that looks like an envelope from his leather jacket.

"here." he says, handing it to you carefully so you don't get a paper cut or something from its sharp edges due to the new printing.

"what's this?" you ask, opening the envelope.

it says, you're invited in big italic font— that's pretty much you can see with the drowsiness blocking your view.

"a birthday invite." you look up at jay, with a confused face.

"my birthday silly, we're holding a party. you're getting the first invite." he says, giggling at you as he opens the invite further.

you act like you can read it then you close it, "i'll check this tomorrow, i'm like so sleepy right now jay." you say, handing him back the invite.

"my bad, sorry y/n." he says, shoving it back into his leather jacket and helping you up to your side of the bed.

he tucks you into your duvet, turning off the lights and sits by your side.

"i'll leave after you're asleep," he whispers softly, as he strokes your head softly. you eyes closed, slowly and slowly— and you fall into a deep slumber.

when jay assumes you're asleep, he gives a small peck on your forehead with a small content smile, he gets up to leave but a small tug on his jacket holds him back.

"don't go.." you whisper, your voice so fragile that it could break with the tiniest inconvenience.

he tries to take your hands over his jacket with his fingers, making sure it doesn't wake you up but you don't budge.

giving up after a while, he assures you that he isn't leaving and you finally let go unconsciously.

jay goes over to your door to lock it just in case your parents walk in or something, then he heads over to the other side of the bed and lays down beside you after taking off his jacket so he doesn't feel uncomfortable.

he keeps a decent space next to you, only you hand in his as the only source of skin skip— but sleepy you seem to be more of a skin ship fan than you are awake.

cause you literally cuddled right into jay's chest with his arms around him. he feels you drifting off into deep sleep as he whispers,

"goodnight, love."

his eyes starts to droop and in a distance from the real world, he hears soft mumbling from you.

"hate how much.. i like you but….. i’m.. scared for the hurt…"

and with that, the two of you fall into a deep slumber, safe and sound in each other's arms like it's where you both belonged.

THE BUZZING SOUND of your phone stirs you up awake slightly, but it wasn't as strong as the knocks on your door.

"miss y/n?"

"hmm," you hum in response as you cuddle deeper into your very comfortable pillow. this had to be the best sleep you ever had, it's never been this comfortable you have no idea when have you pillow been this comfortable before.

"breakfast is ready miss!" one of the helpers around the house's voice rang from the other side of your door.

"okay, i'm awake!" you whine louder but the helper doesn't go away. right, if your phone alarm didn't work, you could always count on your helpers to wake you up.

your sleep slowly drifts away, leaving you awake but your eyes are still closed too tired to open it.

"has y/n woke up yet?" from a distance you think you hear your dad but you assume it's just mind playing tricks.

"no sir, i've been waking her up but i don't think she's up yet."

"just leave it to me, go and help madame downstairs."

"yes sir."

a pause is heard after a few footsteps disappears and then the loud knocks on your door appears.

"y/n wake up, it's 11 am!"

this is definitely your dad. you jolt awake at your dad on the outside of your door, knocking it repeatedly.

getting off the bed, you scramble across your room seeing if it's spotless or has trash lying around it— your dad is a clean freak so just s tiny bit of trash lying around and you're doomed.

"arghh."

what the fuck.

you walk back to where the sound came from, fear filling up in you as you see the so-called pillow.

oh god.

you pull the duvets off and you almost pass out. what the fuck was park jay doing in your bed— SHIRTLESS?

"what the fuck, oh my god. oh my god." you pant in panic, staring wide eyed at the boy in your bed. you tap jay awake, you push him you shake him and you whisper-yell at him to wake up.

"mom two minutes some more.." jay groans, his voice hoarse it was literally negative 10 deep you almost fell to your knees if your dad wasn't about to break in.

"JAY WAKE THE FUCK UP." you hiss, slapping his back which definitely woke him up. he sits straight up, hair messy and rubbing his eyes.

"leave, my dad is outside he's gonna barge in!" you say, picking up his shirt from the floor of your bedroom— handing it to him.

"huh? what? y/n what are you doing in my room?" he asks, groggily as he gets up, putting his shirt over his body.

"you're in MY room and we're doomed if you don't leave right now jay, i'm not kidding LEAVE RIGHT NOW." you hiss, pushing him out of your window.

"oh my god, okay okay." he says, you're assuming he is awake now that he isn't slurring anything anymore. you help him climb down carefully and throw his shoes down.

"call me idiot!" you tell him, signaling your fingers into a call sign and then waving him goodbye.

jay gives you a wink and a smile then waves a goodbye at you as he climbs over the gates surrounded by the mansion and leaves.

a huge sigh leaves you in relief.

"fuck." you hiss, almost forgetting your dad was practically yelling from the corridor, outside of your room.

looking around your room, you see jay's leather jacket left behind. with a groan you kick it under your bed, making sure nothing is left behind.

and then you open the door.

"sorry, i just woke up.." you apologize to your dad, faking a yawn to seal the deal.

your dad glares at you flatly.

"a young lady shouldn't even be sleeping till this late."

"my bad dad, it won't happen again." you say, looking down until he leaves and when he does you shut the door, and slide down it.

a millions of question running through your mind and the biggest ones of all were :

what the fuck happened last night?

& why the fuck park jongseong was sleeping next you in your room — SHIRTLESS?

you sigh as you stare at the vase with the roses you had received months ago, you never let it die, did your part watering it and keeping it alive.

BREAKFAST was awkward, your dad was back from his business trip so he was around quite often.

though you were not that glad that he's back, but you're also glad maybe now whenever you eat there's someone to at least have a small conversation with.

that too related to academics only.

after breakfast you stayed in your room, doing your own work since it was the weekend. jay cancelled the tutoring today since he's preparing for his birthday party.

his birthday party, you almost forgot that you received an invite from him. rushing across the room, you bend over and take his jacket that you kicked under earlier.

"ah!" you gasp at your finger being pricked accidentally from the envelope. with an annoyed groan, you get up and get your small wound healed with a bandage.

taking a seat on your floor, you take the envelope in your hand, making sure you don't get hurt again.

allowed to bring a +1 you read on the rules and regulations. you could bring yizhou, unless she already got an invite from sunghoon or something.

you text yizhou shortly after, asking her to go with you and thankfully she said yes. now you have to worry about what to wear.

going through the dresses in your closet you're in a dilemma not knowing what to wear except for the fact you know it’s supposed to be classy and all fancy. after a hour of contemplating on which dress looked the best you finally settled for the white one..

right, now which gift should you give him.

jay’s rich and he probably has everything you can ever think of. you pace around your room thinking what gift to order last minute, nothing comes to mind.

until you remembered the portrait of jay that you had painted back then. bingo! he wanted to see it so bad but you felt like you hadn’t done the finishing touch yet!

you glanced at the clock, great! you had enough time to finish the painting, get dressed and leave in time for his birthday party.

so for the next few hours, you spent it on finishing the painting and having it dried, then trying it with a ribbon after wrapping it.

throughout the process, you were thinking of what jay would react like. you were hoping he'd like it.

when you were done, you placed it by the wall, directly in front of your bed.

after you were done with that, you took a shower and quickly got ready. with the finishing touch of spraying your perfume, you smiled at yourself in the mirror.

the terrifying part was going downstairs and your mom staring at you like she had never seen a human before.

"where are you going? all dressed up y/n?"

you don't answer her till you arrive down the stairs, carefully walking so you don't trip over in your heels.

"it's an event, yizhou is going." you say, giving her a tight lipped smile. she eyes you up and down, it doesn't give you a good feeling.

"where and what event? why am i not aware of it?" she questions you again. you refrain from sighing, and just answer her so you don't look suspicious or anything.

"it was last minute— it's a school event." you lie through your teeth. if she was a normal mom who wouldn't go batshit insane at the word 'boy' coming from your mouth, you wouldn't bother lying to her.

but since it's your mom, that speaks for itself.

"why are you all dressed up? school events aren't too classy."

"i have to live up to the y/l/n, don't i? after all, i'm the heir of our family, it's my responsibility to keep up the standard and class."

that was straight up bullshit, anyone would know you're held at gunpoint with that coming out from your mouth.

"be back by curfew, don't. be. late, you said it wouldn't happen again, keep your words." she says sternly, and then nods at you to leave.

"okay mom, have a great evening." with that, you leave for the event, and take a ride by the personated driver your mom had assigned to.

halfway through the ride you realize that you accidentally left the gift by mistake back at home.

you assure yourself it's fine, that you can just give it to jay another— hoping he wouldn't mind.

you don't know if you're shocked or if you're shocked when you arrive at his mansion— you weren't expecting the event to be a whole ass gala though it wasn't new to you.

then you realize it's jay, of course he would go extra.

you exit with the help of a butler but the entrance, the man giving you a smile and a look you knew all too well.

a look you've grown to be used to by now, since all your life you have always been beautiful and dolled up. of course the eyes of preying men are nothing new to you.

mummering a thanks along with a small smile you head inside after showing the invite at the entrance.

the parks had really gone all out, you recognized a few familiar faces from school and there were a bunch of older people who seemed to be into their conversations which you're assuming is about business.

after all, that's what the world you live in was all about.

"y/n!"

turning around to your name being called you see yizhou rushing towards you, waving excitedly.

prior to this, when you were painting, yizhou said sunghoon gave her an invite so she'd be arriving late and apologized for what seemed like the 100th time— you told her it was fine, just meet you by the main entrance.

"jay's gonna fall in love with you tonight." yizhou says the first thing as soon as she sees you.

"stop!" you whine, chuckling at her nonsense. maybe she meant you made a good choice picking out the puffed sleeve dress over the beige turtleneck one.

"if anything , that's how sunghoon is gonna react when he sees you." you say, checking her out which makes her whine.

"you stop!" she says, hitting your arm lightly as you both fall into laughter.

"so where's the birthday boy?" she asks, looking around the crowd but he's nowhere to be seen.

"maybe he's getting ready or something," you say, taking two glasses of sparkling water from the waitress that passed by.

"here," you say, handing one to yizhou as she thanks you.

you both continue catching up on a few things as you wait for anyone of sunghoon or jay to appear. unfortunately, sunghoon comes first and takes away yizhou from your respectfully.

from far you smile at your friend and her date for the night, they seemed to match each other so well.

"you came."

a smile makes its way to your lips even bigger when you hear the familiar voice from behind you.

"of course i did, idiot," you say, turning around to find jay with a grin as he looks at you.

"ouch, not on my birthday!" he says taking a hurt, with his hand on his heart.

"i'll give you a break from it, only today," you say, taking a sip from the drink.

honestly, you would be lying if you didn't think jay looked absolutely dashing tonight. his hair was slicked back, two strands falling from it was a plus point, it made him look stunning.

"you're dressed up so extra, park," you say, placing the glass on the tray of the waitress that passed by and then moving closer to adjust his bow tie.

"really, y/n?" he says, raising his eyebrow at you with a smirk. "just say you think i'm handsome, it's not that hard," he whispers into your ear when he leaned in, making sure you felt his breath against the shell of your ear.

"whatever floats your boat, park." you scoff playfully, pushing him away slightly.

"mmmm so you do agree that i look handsome, tonight?" he asks, bending down to your level so he meets your gaze directly.

it catches you off guard which makes you look somewhere else, avoiding his gaze. but the faint blush on your face gives it all away.

"i said whatever floats your boat, jay." you say again, and jay only laughs. when you’re about to talk back you both get interrupted by jay’s mother.

“oh my, y/n you look stunning tonight!” she says, approaching the both of you with her fluffy coat wrapped around her.

“thank you, mrs.park. you too, look absolutely beautiful tonight,” you say, thanking her and complimenting her back which makes her giggle and thank you as her face turns into a light shade of red.

jay clears his throat, indicating that he’s still right there, next you. his mom gives him a glare playfully which erupts the three of you into laughs.

“alright, i’ll leave my two ladies to talk and i’ll go talk to the rest of the guests.” jay says, giving you a small pat on your arm and then leaves with a small bow to his mom as a form of respect.

you watch as jay disappears into the crowd of guests with a small smile on your face while jay’s mother watches you in awe.

“i’m happy that jay has someone like you, dear” she says and you turn to look at her blanky, her statement was out of the blue.

mrs.park chrotle lightly when she sees you clueless expression.

“jay, he likes you.” she says, noticing a dim sparkle in your eyes at jay’s name and the sentence ‘he likes you. “i’ve noticed that for sometime now, even caught him all smiley whenever he’s on the phone with you.”

you remain silent, the warm feeling in you growing as his mother talks about her son.

“i’ve been in love once too y/n, i know the very familiar look you have when you look at my son. it goes the same for my son too, he looks at you like you’re his world.” she pauses, giving you a soft smile.

“i read a book recently, it’s called The Alchemist by Paula Coelho and well, there is a line where it says ‘when a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream’.”

though that didn’t seem to be the case for you, you guess it might be for jay.

“i want my son to be happy, and i’d go out of my way to make sure he’s happy, even if it means giving up my entire wealth for him. nothing is greater for a parent than seeing their child happy,” she says, taking your hands in hers.

you were seriously trying not to break down like a fool in front of jay’s mom, but at times like this you wished this was something coming from you very own mother. unfortunately, you can only dream of it because wealth and fame is more important to her than her very own child.

“jay’s truly in love with you dear, and the love being extraordinary makes one rise. love doesn't makes one spoil their career, waste time or make them sad or bitter— it makes them more humane. when you are truly in love, you love everything, because you see your beloved in them.” mrs. park explains.

and you realize she’s right, you don't get astrayed from your friends and family, rather you cherish them more, because you realize the importance of sacrifices, love and relationships.

you become a more happy person and thus more competent.

being in love means you are brave enough to be vulnerable. you become brave enough to let someone peep in and trust them to touch your wounds; aware that if they wish they could destroy you. and there is nothing more beautiful than this; a humane laid bare open. nothing is more beautiful than to love and love without fear of hurt.

“home stopped being a place to him the moment jay met you, y/n.”

you look up, a tear sliding down your cheeks, truly touched by the mrs.park talks about her son and how it’s like being in love, and the fact she’s right makes you realize that all this while— you in fact, have been in love with park jongseong.

“in terms of feelings of course, jay still has a home to physically live in of course.” his mother says, and chuckles which makes you laugh as well.

“don’t cry dear, your tears are too precious, but think about it— love is a wonderful thing, with the right person.” mrs.park says, wiping your tears away and making sure your makeup isn’t smudged or anything.

“and you’re a lovely person, you’re more than compatible for my son— you’re already like a daughter to me y/n, you make jay a better person than he is, i’m sure i can trust you with my son.” she giggles and you nod with a smile.

“thank you mrs.park, i appreciate it— and you’re right, i do love your son more than anyone, even more sleep too.” you say making his mother laugh.

“then that’s a very big love you have for my son then.”

“yes, you're right mrs.park." you chuckle.

when you first fell for jay, you remember feeling like you were on cloud 9 every single moment you were with him. and the moment you weren't with him, you felt like you were missing a part of yourself.

falling in love was something you have always read in books or watched in films— never would you expect to experience the very same feeling in real life.

so when you did, you didn't think you could ever move on from this or from jay. and losing him again was something you didn't want to experience again despite all the hurt you went through.

maybe the phrase where they say 'love blinds you.' it's right.

"i'm sad that our conversation has to end here, dear but i have guests to attend." mrs.park says, and excuses herself.

"no worries, mrs.park. have a great night." you say, and watch her walk by you.

you feel your tear stained face starting to become sticky, and it was making you uncomfortable so you look around his house for a restroom.

you try to find jay but you don't see him anywhere near, so you just walk around trying to find a restroom in the gigantic mansion.

taking the stairs, you realize jay's bathroom is probably vacant so you head to his room.

around the corner, just as you're about to walk in, a person steps out of it.

and your heart falls to the pit of your stomach.

you were getting déjà vu from how familiar this scene looked. the wicked smile on her face grew when she saw your expression.

you blinked, trying to not jump into any conclusion. you weren't dating him so it shouldn't bother you… right?

"oh, y/n.. i didn't know you came,"

closing your eyes, you tried to calm down as your nails pressed into the skin of your palm, so hard that you think your skin could start bleeding.

"i, yeah i did." you say, looking back up at rina who was trying so hard to hold back her smirk.

"you should have fun then, it's gonna be a long night ahead— every party jay holds is worth staying up for and getting waste—"

"is jay in there?" you ask, cutting her off not wanting to hear any more nonsense she was spewing.

"uhm.." rina trails off and it makes you want to throw up as you grow nauseous.

suddenly everything mrs.park was telling you earlier seemed like white lies to you, and everything you felt up until now for him just crumbled.

the trust, the feelings, and everything you did with jay just turned into nothing.

crazy how one incident can just flip everything around to square one.

you felt like every time you took one step forward, you were actually taking three steps back.

"why are you coming out of his room?" you ask, knowing damn well you had no right to do so, but the curiosity was killing you.

and again you told yourself, to not assume anything just yet.

he can't be making the same mistake again, you can't lose him again. for god's fucking sake, you just can't bear to do it all again.

the endless nights you stayed up crying, the pain in your chest that took so many months to heal, the wound that he made was tearing apart all again.

fuck, you were going to experience what you couldn't bear and didn't want to experience again.

"nothing that concerns you y/n." she says, chuckling in order to cover up the venom in her voice as she fixes her hair, and puts back the fallen strap of her dress up her shoulder again and wiping the smudged lipstick on her lips

you don't say anything, you just decided to leave before the patience in you runs out and you start crying Infront of her like a loser.

and you could've done it all, if it wasn't for rina running her ruthless mouth again.

"not like it concerned a bitch like you anyway."

you know she damn well didn't mutter it under her breath so loud for you not to hear. the vicious smile on her face when you turned on your heels and walked back to her.

"what the fuck did you just call me?" you ask, staring at her in disbelief.

"oh my, y/n y/l/n did you just cuss? the little princess of—"

"i didn't ask you for that, did you even hear me? i asked you what the fuck did you just call me?"

rina stares at you with anger for calling her deaf and literally cussing at her.

"i called you a bitch." she says, taking a step closer to you. "a whore for taking my man away, a slut and hooker for fucking around with him a—"

whipping your hand at her face, you slapped her with so much anger. you think this is the first time you have ever let go of your cool and even slapped someone.

but rina deserved it.

"who the fuck are you to call me such things?" you scoff, staring at rina who was too shocked to react as her hand gripped onto her cheek that probably had a bruise.

"are you kidd—"

"shut the fuck up rina. seriously, shut the fuck up. i didn't steal your man first of all, i wasn't the one who begged on my knees for him. he chose me, if that isn't getting into that thick head of yours." you grunt.

"calling me all that shit just crossed the line. if anyone is any of those here, IT'S YOU." you say, pushing your index finger into her shoulder.

rina scoffs, holding your finger before you could push her again.

"if he chose you i don't think he would be kissing me on the date you were supposed to go on and if he chose you— i don't think he'd be fucking my brains out on the same ground you have stepped on."

you really hated to admit it, but rina was right. it wasn't even them anymore, it was on you for believing him again.

"see? you're just as stupid as i thought. being book smart isn't enough y/n, if you're stupid enough to believe jay again, you're just an idiot."

you stand there, with your arms by your side too stunned to say anything. you're convinced it's totally your fault now.

"you're so gullible y/n, who wouldn't want to take advantage of a girl like you then?" rina's words just kept on ringing in your head now.

"if you even whore around, or smoke, drink or even do d—"

"shut your mouth rina. that's enough." you sigh, but rina being Infront of you and talking so cheap of you like that was just making your blood boil.

"girl, i don't think you have any right to say that if you lured my man and fu—"

you've had enough, rage fills you as you grab her by the arm and slam her onto the wall next to you.

"say one more thing, i will fucking kill you rina. i'm not kidding, don't test me, i'm seeing red right now."

rina is no easy girl however, she's a bitch. and the bitch pushes you off, and tries to raise her hand at you.

but too late, she's stopped by a shriek from the hallway.

"what the fuck is going on?" a shocked jake rushes over to the both of you, pushing rina away from you.

"why are you defending her jake? i'm the victim here! look at my cheek, she slapped me!" rina whines when jake holds you in his arms.

"cut it the bullshit, rina."

rina scoffs, of course he'd say that. he walked in when she was about to hit you, had he walked in when you slammed her to the wall, it would be a different case.

"fuck you, i'm not letting this get away." she says, taking her phone out of nowhere, you didn't notice she had a bag but it didn't matter anyway.

your mind is clouded by the boy that just broke your heart, again.

rina dials the emergency number, waiting for a cop to pick up.

"hello, i got assaulted—"

"you're an fucking idiot rina, you can't be serious." jake grunts, yanking her phone away and dropping it to the ground then stepping on it.

"what the fuck are you doing!"

"what i'm doing isn't the problem here, the problem is you creating a mess here. " jake says, almost yelling at her but he doesn't do so.

"no i'm not—"

"i'm leaving." you say, taking jake's arm off you and try not to fall to your knees from how bad you wanted to and cry your heart out.

"what? y/n?" jake rushes after you, trying to help you but you push him off.

"i— i just need some time alone, i don't want to be around her, i just don't want to be around anyone." you explain, too drained to even give him a smile like you usually would.

you weren't even in the state to give a fake smile, that's how bad it is.

"do you want me to get jay?" jake's question makes you want to to throw up.

"no— just. i want to leave jake."

"are you sure? i can't drop you off if you want." jake offers but you shake your head, refusing and then walk away without giving jake a chance to respond.

from a distance you hear jake and rina continue arguing as you walk down the stairs. you avoid the stares from a few guests at how you're literally wobbling as you walk down the stairs.

finding your way to the exit as tears start to prick at your eyes, you hold it back with so much force.

mrs.park watches you from afar, worry growing in her as she speaks to a v.i.p.

just as the timing's right, she sees her son coming her way, she excuses herself from the guest and heads to her son with worry.

"jongseong." she calls and jay looks at her, worriedly.

"mom is everything okay? why are you—"

"y/n," jay's heart drops to the pit of her stomach at your name leaving his worried mother's mouth.

"y/n?! what happened to her? where is she? is she okay?" jay erupts in questions and nauseousness at the mere thought of you being hurt.

"i think something happened, she just left— it didn't look good." his mother explains and before she could say anything else, jay runs past her to get you.

it all happens so fast, you try to calm down from the painful pulsing in your head as you try to catch air.

you had somehow dialed for a cab, without passing out and that's an achievement. now you're just waiting for the cab to arrive without passing out, outside of jay's home.

when you see the light of the cab that you assume, from afar, you try to get up from the gate you were leaning on.

"y/n!"

his voice calls you name from a distance, the one you wanted to never ever see again— especially now, you'd just break down the moment you see him.

"y/n, fuck are you okay?" jay holds you back, twirling you around as he tries to catch his breath.

you try to not say anything and just yank your arm away and back away from him.

"y/n…" he calls after you again, his voice trailing off and it just breaks your heart.

the tears you hold back finally are let go, you reached your limit. tears start streaming down your face and you clasp your hand to your mouth as you cry.

jay's heart drops to the pit of his stomach and he feels like his world is falling apart at the sight of you crying.

"y/n, please don't cry—"

"don't— p-please don't say anything." you sob and swallow the thickness in your throat before you speak up again.

"i don't want to see you. anymore." you say, taking deep breaths as you sob, trying so hard to really not fall to the ground from how weak you felt.

"y/n let's talk it out okay? are you hurt anywhere? let's go back inside, you're gonna catch a co—"

"jay please. please. i can't do this anymore.. i really can't," you plead, your shoulder shakes as you look at him with glossy eyes and fresh tear stained cheeks— tears continuously sliding down as you close your eyes.

"it hurts too much, i feel like my heart is being shredded into pieces— each piece of it hurts so bad, so so bad jay." you say, pausing once in a while to catch breaths.

"a-and i feel so fucking stupid, so so stupid for ever be so gullible to trust you again. for even falling for you, i feel like an idiot, it feels like i brought this upon myself." you pause, wiping away your tears but it just flows even more.

"you're saying i'm the one, it's your actions that speak louder." you sigh.

there's unyielding pressure that crawled up your throat, and it took twice as much effort to get your words out for the next line.

"jay, i love you. i really do." you confess. what a shitty timing to do so and you cry even more when you see jay's eyes pooling with water and the hurt flashed on his face.

it's as if he wasn't even the cause of this.

"but i can't keep on hurting myself by trusting you again and again that you've changed. that i'm finally the one that you chose and not her. that at the end of the day, it's me that you want…" you say and look away from jay's crying in silence while he lets you speak— you might just run into his arms and forgive him all over again.

but you can't do that, not to yourself.

the long awaited cab finally came and stopped, it felt like forever.

"let's end it here, for my— for our sake jay. let's not try again and hurt ourselves. as much as i love you, this is the best for us." you say, and just give jay one last look before getting into the cab.

jay doesn't do anything, he doesn't try to stop you or anything— he's too stunned to do anything. he just watched you leave in the cab, his heart breaking into pieces and you leaving his life too.

in the cab, you request for the driver to close the partition before you slump into the seat and cry, cry and cry in a deafening silence, with the distant sound of your heart breaking.

jay wipes his tears away before walking back to his house that felt empty despite it being filled with a wave of guests.

he just wants to break down in his room and cry his eyes out till he reaches his limit.

he couldn't fucking believe he lost you, again. after he swore he couldn't lose you anymore.

he ignores his mother calling after him, he didn't want to speak to anyone for now. taking the stairs it felt like forever, when he reached the top of it he sees jake arguing with rina.

confusion fills jay until something rang in his head. something you had said just now.

"that i'm finally the one that you chose and not her. that at the end of the day, it's me that you want…"

his blood begins to boil as jay is filled with rage. rina did something, again. she fucked it up again.

"dude did you see y/n j—" jake says as soon as he spots his friend but stops speaking midway when he sees jay approaching rina in rage.

"babe! oh my g—"

the slap was way too loud and jake was staring in complete shock at jay slapping rina.

fuck, he's lost it for good this time he thinks.

before jake could do anything, jay grips onto rina's arm forcefully and drags her into his room, slamming the door loudly.

pushing rina to the center of his room, he practically rips his blazer off and running his hand through his hair

"j-jay?" rina's voice quivers in shock and fear at jay slapping her out of nowhere, as she grips her face.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP RINA!" jay yell echoes through her room making rina shake in fear.

"i've never been this tempted to kill someone before rina," he says, glaring at her with his eyes bloodshot from crying, and he wanted to cry even more at how he was yelling at rina in his room instead of getting to comfort you in his room.

"babe, please calm down." rina says, approaching jay but he backs away.

"stay away or i don't even know what i'll do to you." he warns, keeping a large distance between them.

he takes a seat on the edge of his bed while rina stands at the corner of his room, tears flowing down her face.

"i don't understand why you keep on fucking it up for me and y/n, rina." jay says, his voice almost breaking from holding back the urge to cry.

"jay i love you, and i want you," rina cries, gripping her hair as she sobs. "you're mine to begin with i can't let her take you away from me! you're mine!"

"i'm not a fucking object rina! get that in your head, please," jay yells, a tear slipping away from his eye when he shuts it close.

"fucking chose me jay, you chose me from the start. i was the one who you need at the end of the day, i'm the one you always come back to, i'm the one you love… when she breaks your heart, you come back to me." she cries, and falls to the floor as she sobs, staring at the boy she loved in a distance.

"just me, let me be the one. please just choose me, you always did.." she pauses to wipe her tears, as she gets on her knees and begs jay.

"chose me for once and for all…. please.."

rina closes her eyes, praying so bad jay would say something and she could have him. she prays to hear jay saying he chooses her and that you're nothing but a mere phase to him.

jay's couldn't bear this, he just cried silently into his hands propped up on his knees.

when rina doesn't hear anything back, despite her pleas and prayers— she falls back, hand clasped to her mouth as she cries.

"jay.. please…." she pleads once more, hoping for the last time but jay shakes his head when he pulls away from his hand.

he looks like shit, but rina doesn't mind she still fucking loves him.

"i can't tell you something that means nothing rina, i can't give you false hope." he says although his voice breaks.

swallowing the thickness in his throat, he speaks up again.

"i can't tell you i love you when my love belongs to someone else, i can't choose you rina."

rina continues to sob even harder this time when she tries to deny the reality. she cries because the reality of jay not loving her hurts her even more than the slap he gave earlier.

"y/n.. i loved her since forever, i still love her and i will continue to love her— even if the world ends, she'll be the only one that i love." jay says between his cries, with his hand clutching his white shirt.

"this isn't the first time you fucked it up for me and y/n, rina. guilt plagues me i feel like dying knowing that i broke her heart— every single tear that dropped from her eyes because of me makes me want to die."

"i love her so much i want her to be safe and sound from anything that could hurt her, which is why i just can't give up on her." jay says, wanting this nightmare to end, and when he wakes up he hopes none of this ever happened.

and he wishes rina was never in your lives to begin with.

"that's why i can't tell you i love you, because i love her and it's so fucking painful to be with anyone which isn't her."

rina remains silent, listening to jay's sappy, stupid confession about you when deep down she wishes it her that he was talking about.

"i'm sorry for hurting you and leading you on if that's what you feel about me. i can't love you back, rina. please let this be the final time you fuck everything up, even if it's not for y/n, at least for me." jay says, almost like a plea.

"i can't even say i can't lose her anymore cause i've already lost her, and every second that goes by without her i feel like my life is nothing and empty." he pauses.

"i hope you find someone who loves you genuinely, not someone like me. find someone who'll make you their first choice. i want you to be happy and not cry in a guy's room like this with your heart broken."

jay feels so sorry for rina that she has to go to this extent to get someone to love her back, despite all the evil she's done, at the end of the day she deserves happiness and love.

when the room goes silent again, rina's cries have finally stopped. she gets up, trying to not fall over and wipes her face.

jay opens his mouth to say something but rina beats her to it.

"i'm sorry." she says, and leaves his room without leaving jay with a chance to speak. jay's doesn't run after her, nor does he tries to do anything either.

he just sits there in complete silence, staring at the vacant spot on his bed where you used to lay on and then he looks out the window before he hurts into tears again.

the night seemed to be long indeed,

THE DRIVE CAME TO AN END when the cab halted in front of your mansion. you paid the driver and got off after it.

honestly, you don't know how to answer your parents when you're gonna walk in with a mascara stained face and bloodshot eyes.

a broken heart and drained out energy by the end of this night was not what you had planned for.

guess the universe works like shit, whatever mrs.park said about the universe earlier? yeah that clearly didn't apply for you.

but you had no energy for a argument with your mother so you just gave no fucks and headed in.

on a second thought, it was a bad idea.

because at the sight of your mother sitting with your father in the living room and the thick tension in the air— it wasn't giving you a very good feeling.

the door closing behind you catches your parent's attention, and the glare your mother gave you, it meant no good.

"how was his birthday party, y/n?" your mother asks, standing up from the couch.

"it was o—" you stop mid sentence, and your eyes widened. you remember telling her it was a school event, how did she know it was a birthday party.

his birthday party too.

your mother scoffs at your realization.

"you aren’t very slick, y/n."

you heart drops not for the first time tonight, but it gives you the chills.

"mom i—"

"shut it y/n. seriously what were you thinking?" she asks, crossing her arms as she approaches you.

your dad stares at you in disappointment which doesn't make you feel any better.

"lying to me? where did you even have the guts to do that? messing around with a boy? what happened to having boundaries? i don't even want to guess if you're in love, y/n!" she yells and it echoes through the eerie house.

"god's sake, what the hell even happened to you? when did you get to this level of stupidity!"

"mom hear me out f—" you sigh, pleading with her to listen, but of course, she doesn't.

"i'm not hearing your bullshit out! not when you have been lying around and messing around with a fucking boy! god knows what the hell you've been doing with him?" she exclaims with so much anger and shock, her eyes literally plunged out as she stares at you.

"and what is this y/n? i can't believe my eyes, i can't believe i have been blind to all your lies all these while." she says and pulls you by your arm to the glass table in the living room.

you heart drops when you see the wrapped gift for jay that you had left in your room, jay's leather jacket and boxes of cigarettes along with your lighters on the table.

"mom i—" you speak up, turning to look at her, desperate to explain yourself.

"y/n i can't believe you at all, you're out of it! that boy's jacket in your room? this fucking thing— im pretty sure it's something about him too," your mom scoffs again. "and fucking cigarettes?! oh my goodness."

you open your mouth to speak again but your mom cuts you to it.

"he made you do it, right?" she asks, anger in her voice. "he influenced you into it, right?"

you hold back the urge to roll your eyes at her, you've had enough. it was going overboard.

"he didn't." you scoff and it makes your mom even more furious.

"you're talking back now?" she yells, disbelief at her daughter rebelling— something she never would have expected to ever happen.

"i'm not! i'm telling you it's all on me, it was never his fault. he has never influenced me into doing anything." you deadpanned.

your mom laughs in disbelief once again, and then glares at you.

"you're telling me all of that? is your own habits? you fucking smoke?! are fucking you kidding me?" she screams, even more furious and you just want the ground to swallow you.

as much as you wanted to deny it, you just nod. she was bound to find out anyway, you didn't find a reason to lie to her again.

your mom sighs, and looks away trying to calm down so that she doesn't go batshit insane at her daughter giving her a check of reality.

messed up and fucked behind all that perfect good girl facade.

"did you even know that, he's the son of our rivals?" she asks and you pause.

is that why the parks sounded so familiar but you didn't press on it— you just looked at your mom blankly.

it didn't matter anymore, you both had already ended even before you could begin.

"you knew?! she shrieks and you shake your head.

"no, i didn't." you say and then take a deep breath when tears prickle around your eyes again. "but you guys do business all you want— it has nothing to do with us."

that's all it took for your mom to slap you across the face. you hold your cheek and stumble backwards, unexpected of her slapping you.

it was about to happen at one point anyway.

your dad holds her back, calming her down. and you just stood there like an idiot, like the outcast you had always been.

you wouldn't be surprised if you found that you aren't even their biological child at this point.

"nothing to do with you both? business is everything y/n. for people like us, business is everything and will be everything, from family ties to even the prestige you hold up, every damn thing is business!" she screams and takes the painting and throws it to the ground.

you bite your lip, holding back the urge to cry gosh, today really is the worst day you have ever come across in your entire life.

the canvas probably broke at how hard she threw it onto the ground.

you walked towards it, and bent down and tried to pick it up.

your mom watches you in absolute disgust and anger, totally stunned how you're acting right now— it felt like you disobeyed her.

"y-you— god." she takes a deep breath and sighs.

when you embrace the wrapped canvas, you close your eyes and tears pour as your hair closes around you like a curtain.

you sob silently while your parents stood there watching their daughter slip away, choosing a boy over them.

a boy she loved so dearly and is willing to stand up for despite already losing him.

"get out."

you're not surprised but your heart falls to the pit of your stomach for you don't how many times tonight.

your story perhaps didn't have a good ending after all, and it made you pray for the universe to put an end to your suffering.

you just didn't know how much more you can take anymore.

"i said get the fuck out." your mom yells for the final time, and you don't bother arguing. you get up from the floor, and walk out of the mansion.

mr.ha watches you from a distance and he feels tremendously horrible for you.

when you step out of the mansion, you try not to just fall to your knees and hope you pass out and never wake up ever again.

so this is what being kicked out feels like.

it feels like shit.

you feel like shit and you're homeless now, what a great combination.

crazy how from a few hours ago you were laughing your heart out and you're left with nothing and wanting to cry your heart out.

you need comfort at a time like this, and having no one— it was horrible.

YOU'RE PATHETIC and if there's a competition for being the most pathetic person in the entire world, you're pretty sure you'd win the first prize for it.

you were dying out of embarrassment as you sat on the same bed where the person you absolutely didn't want to see tonight sat at.

both of you at the edge of the bed, in silence.

you bite your lip, wondering what to say to break the awkward silence as you gripped onto the hem of your dress that seemed to be the only thing that had been with you throughout the entire rollercoaster ride for the night.

"y/n."

shit. you felt shameless to even look at him in the face. instead of choosing to contemplate whether you should or not, you just decided to face him anyway.

there was no dignity left.

guilt plagued you when you look at jay and he looks at you, sadly, with his bloodshot eyes and raspy voice like he just cried all night.

and how did you get here? right so after being kicked out and being homeless you think you actually lost your mind for real.

the first thing you did was dial jay, you didn't expect him to answer but you were glad he did.

you just cried and asked him if he could pick you up and jay said yes and ended the call.

when he picked you up, neither of you said anything, you didn't look at him and you're assuming he didn't either.

it was so awkward and got even more awkward when you're both sitting in silence for the past one hour without saying anything.

not even a single cough was heard.

"are you hurt anywhere?" he asks, looking over your body for any cuts or anything. your safety was his priority at the moment.

"no." you answer, for the first time you speak after not saying anything. "i don't think so."

you both go back to being silent after a while until you speak up.

"it's funny how, the only person i didn't want to see tonight—" you pause, and then look at him again. "is the only person i can think of when i need to seek comfort."

you laugh dryly, it's forced jay can tell. he can tell how tired and how hurt you are from the look you are giving him.

he sees right through you, and he wants to heal it— comfort you.

when he got your call earlier, he thought it was his mind playing tricks on him until he snapped out of it.

and when he heard you crying into the call, he stopped whatever mourning he was doing and went to you straight away.

he didn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything so he didn't say anything nor did he do anything when he got you and brought you here.

jay really thought he had lost you, that he would never ever see you again.

"i got kicked out."

he looks at you with pity but he doesn't say anything because he wants you to let everything out no matter how long it was going to take.

he's willing to sit down here, and listen to it all.

"tonight feels like a nightmare i can't ever wake up from. it's so brutal i wish— i wish i was dead."

"y/n…."

you give him a 'don't worry' look and then continue on with your rant, as you look out his window into the dark, starry night.

"everything is ruined, i have nothing left. i thought i'd be happy if i had nothing to worry about and just nothing left—" you turn to look at him.

"but i feel like shit and worthless." your vision gets blurry at your own words. how there's no going back anymore, cause the damage is done.

and there is nothing you can do anymore.

"y/n please don't cry." jay pleads, moving closer to you in an attempt to comfort you and you don't stop him, you let him engulf you into a hug.

you cry in his arms, it feels like a bed that makes you feel warm in a cold night after a long day. his arms— they feel like home.

you cry for a few minutes and you feel empty, and not much of a pathetic loser anymore.

until you feel like nothing anymore.

you pull away, wiping your face. now your face and your hands are sticky, but you don't care.

"do you have a cig? i really need one after all this." you ask and jay nods, he doesn't ask anything further.

jay gets up and goes to his drawer to get his box of cigarettes and his zippo lighter.

the zippo lighter that started it all.

sitting back down, jay gives you a cigarette and takes one for himself from the box. the places the cigarette on his lips then lit it up and take a huge blow from it.

exhaling it, the smoke fills up the room.

ah, the smell of nicotine. you hadn't smelled it for a long time now.

he hands you the lighter and you take it. you place your cigarette between your lips and light it up.

but it doesn't work, you try again and it doesn't work again.

everything seemed to be going south for you, it made you chuckle in pain.

jay takes the lighter away from you, throwing it somewhere across the room and pulls you in by your neck, connecting the ends of your cigarette together— lighting your own cigarette up.

if you weren't so fucked up, you would've fainted at how hot that was.

pulling away, you take a huff and then blow out the smoke. jay then puts an ashtray between you both in the middle, tapping the excess off his cigar.

the silence was killing you for once, and you decided to say something to break it.

"uh, thanks." you say, exhaling the smoke that you took a blow of. "for the cigar and for picking me up."

jay doesn't say anything, he just nods.

"i need to tell you something." he says and puts the cigarette butt into the ashtray. you take a final blow and throw the rest into the ashtray.

"it's overdue, we're done but i still feel like you deserve to know. and i want to clear it up." he says, shifting so he's facing you.

but you don't face him yet.

"i finally called things off with you know.. although we had nothing to begin with or whatever bu—"

jay stops when you chuckle dryly.

"it's about her again, always about her." you say, a tight lipped smile sealed it off.

"y/n—"

"jay," you say, and turn to him. "tell me you hate her. tell me you hate rina." her name leaving your mouth sounded like it was such a forbidden word.

jay looks at you with an unexplainable look which makes you smile in defeat.

you knew it.

"right, why did i ever think you were gonna say it— i feel like an idiot. what even made me think it was a good idea." you scoff at yourself, feeling stupid.

"ah, tonight just made me fucking insane—"

"i hate her." jay cuts you off, and when you turn to look at him, you feel like the small hope in your heart comes alive again.

"i fucking hate her— i hate her so much for ruining everything for us, for ruining every single fuckin' chance i could've gotten with you, y/n." he spews as he locks his gaze with you

you felt like you couldn't believe it, but what hooked you was the sincerity in his voice, assuring you that he's telling the truth.

"on the day we were supposed to go on a date, the way you saw me kissing rina— you got it all wrong." jay explains the whole thing, from the start of your downfall with him and till what happened when you weren't here earlier.

by the end of it, you felt a hundred times more fucking stupid than you had from the very start.

you felt stupid for thinking all this while he screwed you over, for thinking that he ditched you for rina on the date, for assuming that you were just a rebound, for ever doubting his love for you— everything. for everything.

you stood up and walked over to his window, standing there for a minute in silence and then crying.

you felt bad, genuinely as the guilt took over you from being such an asshole.

you hear jay walk over to you from behind, and give you a hug from the back.

"i'm so selfish, oh god." you cry, clutching onto your chest as you do so.

if your eyes had a mouth and had the ability to speak it would beg you for a break from crying, that it was so so fucking exhausted.

"it's fine y/n, you didn't know." jay assures as he turns you around and bends down to your level.

"and don't cry anymore, it's breaking my heart to see you shed tears."

you cry even more at him being so sappy. you pull him into a hug, sobbing into the crook of his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"i'm sorry, i'm so, so— sorry for everything."

jay rubs you back, calming you down as you cry. when you finally had calmed down, jay asked you to take a shower and sleep first— you can worry about everything the next morning, he assured you.

you listen to him, and take a shower then change into his shirt which he gave you. he told you to sleep first but you insisted that he should shower too, both of you had an awful day.

then he helped you into his bed, tucking you in. jay says goodnight but you stop him.

"where are you going?" you ask, holding his hand.

"i'll sleep in the guest room." he says, looking at you confused.

"sleep here. with me." you tell him and jay doesn't argue further, he just turns off the light and slides in next to you.

he keeps a safe distance between you both in case you might feel uncomfortable, it gives him déjà vu of the night he slept over at yours.

you notice the gap, and move in closer to him. it was much warmer, and it felt comfortable, it felt safe.

jay wraps his arms around your body as you both nuzzle into each other, cuddling.

in the stillness of night where one can hear a pin drop, you both lay awake, unable to sleep yet despite the tiredness.

"jay." you speak up, calling his name.

jay hums in return, his fingers combing through your hair while you both listen to each other's breathing.

"i meant it when i said i'm sorry." you say and feel jay's movement come to a halt.

"y/n i told you it's alright, don't think about it anymore and stress yourself out."

"i know… but—"

"no but's y/n, keep that topic out of your mind." he says, and kisses the crown of your head in assurance.

you hum and fall into a silence.

"y/n?" jay calls your name and you hum in response.

"i haven't told you yet but i love you."

the three words leaving his mouth sounded like pure magic when it made your heart flip in excitement and your lips grow into a smile.

"i love you— more." you reply and feel jay's chest vibrate when he chuckles.

"can't be anymore than how much i love you."

"that's a lie, my love is bigger for you than yours is for me." you argue back and stifle a laugh.

"that's great then, i won't have to worry about you falling out of love for me then right?" he asks, and you giggle.

"yes that means you're stuck with me forever."

"gladly, babe."

you smile and you both fall into a silence again.

"y/n?" you hum as a response.

"aren't you going to get mad?" jay asks and you ask why in confusion.

"because i called you babe."

"not anymore, call me whatever that rolls off your tongue better than my name." you reply, smiling although he can't see you in the darkness. "not anything bad, of course."

jay laughs and pats your head softly.

"sure, love."

and you both fall into silence again.

"jay." you call him out, and then laugh at how it might just never end.

"yes, baby." he replies, the pet name making your stomach do flips and butterflies erupting in the pit of it.

"why were you shirtless the morning we woke up in my bed the other day?"

"oh you gave me a blowjob the night before."

"WHAT!" you gasp loudly and jay shushes you for being loud. you apologize then you stare at him in shock.

"i'm kidding," jay laughs, making you scoff and hit him on the arm.

"why were you shirtless, park? don't lie to me again." you ask, again.

"it was hot, i just took it off since i felt uneasy, nothing else happened— i didn't do anything to you, don't worry."

you hum, shaking your head. "i know you wouldn't do anything…"

"why are you asking? you want to see him shirtless again or something?"

"what! no!" you shriek, hiding your face into his chest from embarrassment as jay laughs at you.

you both finally fell asleep when sleep took over with you both in each other's arms.

and you finally, for the first time that night (after it felt like forever) you smiled, genuinely as you fell into deep slumber.

YEARS HAVE GONE BY from the night you got kicked out and your life flipped over. the nightmare finally ended when you graduated from school.

your relationship with your parents was hurried, you hadn't bothered to reconcile with them as they didn't reach out to you either after making you homeless.

you graduated and got into a prestigious law school thankfully with your excellent grades and good curriculum marks.

you're now finishing your bachelor degree of law and in adulthood, it was stressful here and there but you're glad at least you're not caught up in the mess you were assigned to be in— the y/l/n's business.

you have long forgotten about it, sometimes getting reminded of it and stuff but not once did you miss that hell hole.

yizhou, you haven't spoken to her ever since you both graduated and cried for hours together because the chances of not keeping in touch was very high.

but sunghoon still dating her and being friends with jay was sort of like a barrier that kept you both in touch however, all good things must come to an end— they both broke up and you automatically lost contact with yizhou.

you hope she's doing well, and successful in her own life.

and jay, after graduating as promised jay took you out on a date, and asked you out. you're both already in years of dating, and jay has been thinking of proposing to you for awhile now.

he said he's thinking of a my little pony inspired wedding if you're still interested in my little pony. the memory of the day you both met as kids still seemed to be a fresh memory like it was just yesterday.

but he's waiting for you to pass your bar exam so everything goes well, he doesn't want to burden you or stress you out.

you still remember when jay told his parents about your situation and how gladly the parks took you in, not caring about what sort of rivalry they had with your parents.

you promised to pay them back for taking you in and everything but they refused, saying that as long as you and jay are both happy— it's enough for them.

and for once, you're pretty glad jay was the one that had found you smoking at the back of the building, and that he chose to win you back, and importantly—

you're glad that you agreed to his stupid idea of tutoring him.

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kissanime & foreplay

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 wc; 8.2k

notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isn’t a 1kook fic unless there’s smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!!

HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! 🥺💜

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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. There’s no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, you’re twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You don’t have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. There’s a bathtub—something you haven’t had the pleasure of using during college—and a fairly open living space. There’s so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.

The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.

And of course, Doyeon.

Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why she’s going to be stuck living at her parent’s house for at least a couple more years.

Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasn’t the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadn’t been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, they’d let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.

The reason it became an issue for her now is because it’s poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.

So now she’s taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you don’t mind accepting Doyeon’s weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.

Jungkook’s supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesn’t ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You weren’t in college anymore, so you didn’t have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, it’s mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.

However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, he’s started coming over every Saturday night to make sure you’re still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and it’s currently week four.

He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, you’ve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you don’t really care. It’s become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you don’t mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didn’t watch the documentary?

Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises you’ll pick the next one so you’ve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.

Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.

It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.

Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaints— well, no complaints towards Jungkook’s terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue —Jungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.

You’ve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isn’t bad— if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.

Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and you’d do anything to keep him to yourself.

After long deliberation, you’ve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.

He sends you a text when he’s outside your building, and five minutes later there’s a rap against your door.

“Hi,” you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. He’s got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But he’s also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.

You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadn’t seen at his hip. “Mailman gave me this,” he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. “Since when did you start buying sex toys?” he asks rather loudly in the hallway.

You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. “They’re not mine!” you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, it’s for you. Couldn’t there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?

With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. “It’s okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like you’re actually embarrassed to be caught buying toys— you’re not. You’re embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply can’t put to use. “Whatever,” you sigh, “your gross popcorn is in my bedroom and it’s probably stale.”

He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. “Bring the box, gorgeous,” he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.

You groan loudly. “It’s not mine!” you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.

Not only do you have no idea what’s in this package, but you’re frankly not too keen on finding out. You’re more interested in Jungkook’s reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.

Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.

“What the hell is this?” he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.

You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. “KissAnime,” you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.

“Baby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,” he says. “And what even are these?” he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. “Animated teacher porn?”

By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook… only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. “What? You wanna watch hentai now?” you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.

Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. “No,” he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. “I am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,” he says rather matter-of-factly.

You snort, repeating, “a woman teacher,” mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. “Silence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.” Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.

You’re beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesn’t make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First it’s the quality of the frames, and then it’s the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode you’re considering breaking up with him.

“Oh my god,” you groan, tearing yourself away from him. He’s all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, you’d be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but you’re about two seconds from ripping his head off. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,” you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. “You gotta shut up.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I have to shut up?” he asks in a scandalized tone. “You sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.”

At this rate you’re getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkook’s existence.

“Who actually watches those anyway?” he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. “Really?” he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.

You snort. “You are such a baby,” you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. “What? Can’t handle seeing some anime titties?��

Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. “They’re just weird,” he admits. “And make unrealistic faces.”

“Unrealistic,” you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. There’s an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. “Just because you can’t get those faces out of me doesn’t mean they’re unreal.”

The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. “First of all, I can get you like that,” he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. “In fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so let’s not say anything too drastic now, okay?”

His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. “Oh, you can make me all stupid like this?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Yes.”

“Uh huh,” you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. That’s fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Why don’t you prove it to me, Jungkookie?” you purr, before pulling away.

His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.

The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one he’s had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.

Honestly speaking, you don’t doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact you’re rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.

“Hm?” you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. “Are you scared I’m right and you’re wrong?”

A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until you’re shivering against him. “Oh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,” he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. It’s too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.

With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. “Have a little faith in me,” he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.

Suddenly, he’s drawing back. “Kook?” you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.

He flashes you a smile. “Go on,” he says, arms behind his head. “Show me how to get you like that.”

“By myself?” you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.

The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkook’s way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.

The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. “Mmh,” you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkook’s eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.

A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. “Wanna take these off for me?” he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.

You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until you’re on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. “Stay like this for me,” he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. He’s got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, it’s only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. “That’s my girl,” he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.

There’s this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him you’re reminded of every position he’s ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you don’t grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriend— now what?

A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.

His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesn’t brush your hand off, doesn’t shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.

You groan, head rolling from side to side. “Don’t be so soft with me,” you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. “Push me around like that one time, you know I like it.”

Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. He’s got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. “Need me to be mean to you, baby?” he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. “Want me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?” You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. “But isn’t this better?” he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. “Slow... and so easy.”

“Kook,” you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you can’t, because he’s knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead you’re left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. “F-Faster,” you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.

The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. You’re left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. “It’s enough,” you cry, your entire body shivering.

Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. He’s got this glint on his eyes, like he’s thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.

As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.

The moment you see it, it’s like you’re transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know he’s going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know he’s going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkook’s teasing antics, he’s snatching up the box.

“The Bullet Bestie,” he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, there’s a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but you’re not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.

“Baby,” you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. “We can look at it another time,” you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. “Why don’t you finish off here?” you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.

Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.

“No,” you say slowly, sitting back up, “no, no,” you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. You’re barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. He’s fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. “Kook, please just make me cum,” you gasp.

There’s a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. “Look at my girl,” he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. “Where’s that smartmouth now?”

“Jungkook,” you try to warn. But there’s no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. “Baby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just please—“

A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. “W-Wait,” you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. “No-please.”

His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. “Hey pretty girl, does it feel good?” he husks out, kissing just below your ear. “Aw fuck,” he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, “can’t even see if you’re making that stupid face right now.”

You are, but you don’t even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You don’t doubt you look like those silly ads you’d laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.

It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. It’s so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkook’s name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.

The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and you’re just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.

The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until he’s got those same hands cupping your breasts. “Did you like that?” he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. “Mm,” Jungkook sighs, “my pretty girl was so good for me, wasn’t she?”

Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. “Kook,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. “W-Wait,” you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.

“Shhh,” he soothes, tweaking your nipples. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You can’t relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. “That’s it,” he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.

Just as you’re beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkook’s caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. “Bet you could come again now,” he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. “Bet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. There’s a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.

“Come on,” he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattress— Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.

When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. “Crybaby, crybaby,” he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. “Lemme see those tears, baby,” he purrs.

He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. It’s embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.

Jungkook’s body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before he’s suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.

“God,” you groan, knocking your foot against his side. “Just fuck me already,” you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkook’s fat demon cock inside of you.

He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him can’t touch. “Can’t,” he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.

Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, he’d eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.

The most adventurous you’d ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.

“Kook,” you whine childishly.

Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. “I can’t, baby,” he says, almost pained. “I gotta clean you up first,” he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, he’s diving face first into your cunt.

But the biggest surprise doesn’t come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. “No, no,” you yelp immediately, “I-I‘ll break you,” you cry, trying to escape from his hold.

From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkook’s face. It’s a look that loudly says don’t you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. “Jungkook,” you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. “I’m, I’m,” you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. “I’ll break you,” you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. “I-I’ll—“

He pulls off with a pop. “Fuck my face, baby,” he says, as if he hadn’t heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. “You got that?”

You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriend’s handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before he’s reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. They’re still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. “B-But what if—“

“You won’t,” he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, “come on, pretty girl.”

The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.

For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. “Fuck my face, sweetheart,” he whispers, “drag that pretty cunt all over me until I can’t breathe.” A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassing—like I love you—there’s a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkook’s nose.

“O-Oh,” you cry, and that’s all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him he’s a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt you’ll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like he’s nothing but a toy. “Kook, Jungkook,” you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.

It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. You’re not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt you’d ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).

But, this moment…

The power was quickly going to your head. “Fuck,” you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.

It doesn’t help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. It’s ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. “Mmmf,” you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. “N-No,” you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. “There, there,” you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.

Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you weren’t so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.

It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until you’re coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess he’d claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adam’s apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. He’s looking up at you like you’re some mythical goddess and he’s but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkook’s mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. He’s still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. “D’you like it?” he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. “I saw it, y’know,” he says suddenly.

“Saw what?” you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.

Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks he’s crazy, but you’re suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkook’s drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadn’t done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, he’s kissing you softly. “That stupid face,” he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. “That weird, now realistic face,” he tacks on.

You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. “Hey,” you call, “don't you wanna cum too?”

He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. “Nah,” he says, cuddles closer into you. “Rest now, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “I can feel your dick against my thigh,” you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. “Fuck me.”

He groans against your collarbone. “No, you’re tired,” he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when he’s riled up. “Sleep.”

With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. “Fuck me, Jungkookie,” you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. “Use my body,” you suggest, “I’m yours anyway.”

His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. “Don’t say that,” he sighs, “makes me wanna do very mean things to you.”

You smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, don’t you know that?” Another groan, his head falling forward until he’s hiding in your neck. Still, there’s movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. There’s a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when he’d managed to get you to sit on his face. “Inside, Jungkookie,” you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. “Good boy.”

Despite your earlier belief that you’d never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. “No,” he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. “I can’t.”

You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. “That’s it,” you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. “Do you like this pussy?” you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.

Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. “Yes,” he pants, “s-so wet… creamy.”

“Yeah?” you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. “It’s yours.”

“Ffffuck,” Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. He’s breathing harshly now, and it’s taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night he’d given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, it’s the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. “Mine,” he growls, bucking his hips into you. “You’re mine, baby, mine,” he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. It’s painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.

He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. “Fuck,” he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. “That was evil.”

You laugh, pulling him closer. “As evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?” you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know it’ll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but it’s worth it.

“It’s called building the scene,” he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. “I was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot it’s name.”

“Rude,” you snap, “it’s called KissAnime.”

“And fore-play,” he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.

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epilogue

Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie she’d gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesn’t pay for that.

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In which Racer!Kuroo is your roommate and you finally learn more about him...

Warnings: Mentions of loss of loved one, disregard for own life, swearing, innuendos and implied nsfw (but sfw overall), fem!reader with she/her pronouns.

A/N: Idek what this is. Its literally a 4.6 k mixture of fluff, angst and comfort... I rewrote this like 4 times :,) being a perfectionist is so,,, tiring.

This takes part shortly after this, you can definitely read this without reading the 'part 1' if you will, since they don't depend on one another.

Art belongs to @aikk00 ,, and yes I am still in love with it :D

I stumble out of the lecture hall, my eyes so heavy I bump into about 3 other students and mumble my apologies until I fully wake up and snap out of my daze.

Walking down the stairs and making my way to the bus stop, I watch in horror as the bus I was supposed to be in drives off, going fast for once in its damn life as if mocking me.

Inhaling sharply through my nose, I manage to keep my composure and sit down at the bus stop, telling myself the next bus will be here in a bit.

It's fine. It's fine. I slept through the lecture, and I still have to catch up on 4 subjects and make dinner, but at least the house is clean and I'm caught up in that one subject I picked up for this exact reason.

It's fine. It's going to be just fi-

The rumble of a loud engine breaks my shitty but somewhat effective self-reassurance motto and I open my eyes to see a black and red sports car going 60 km/h in a 30 zone, effectively getting mine and everyone else's attention.

I watched in horror for the second time today as this time it stopped right in front of the bus stop. No, no, no, no.

No.

Please no.

He rolls down the passenger window with that ridiculous hair and a shit-eating grin, as he nods towards the seat, revving his engine.

I look away, pretending he's not looking directly at me and that I don't live with the guy, which I immediately regretted when he beeped the fucking horn.

What did I do to deserve this humiliation?

I hastily put my head down as he beeped it again, giving up and rushing towards his insufferable car, getting into the passenger seat and slumping in my seat to keep my head down low.

"What is wrong with you? What are you even doing here?" I hiss, my glaring up at him from my awkward, folded position.

He laughs, and when I hear the sound of a photo being taken in the split second I looked away to readjust my bag, I sit up straight, watching him continue speeding as he stuffs his phone into his pocket.

"Are. You. Trying. To. Kill. Me?!" I ask, my voice little less than a screech as I slap his arm with each word.

"Ow, ow, I just came to pick my roomie up! I sensed you needed a ride, and this is the thanks I get?" he asks, that smirk I have come to hate returning to grace his features.

I glare at him, but a small, sleep-deprived part of my brain is distracted by his appearance. A tight black tee adorning his built figure, his biceps are on display as he drives with one hand, the other resting on the gear shift. The air from his rolled down window is ruffling his hair this way and that, and I find myself wanting to run my hands through the raven strands, just as I had when I washed his hair that one time...

"Wait- how the fuck did you know I didn't have a ride?" I ask incredulously, my reaction time clearly delayed but here nonetheless.

I narrow my eyes as he hesitates before he answers, "I just knew, ok? It's not like it’s astrodynamics, not that I can't figure that out too."

"Kuroo, what the hell is astrodynamics? Are you like, spying on me or something?" I ask, pretending to look out the window so as to not get distracted by his appearance once more.

"What do you common folk call it? Rocket science?" He says, once again exceeding the speed limit.

"If I'm a commoner, does that make you a peasant? Also, stop going so fast, I feel sick and I do not feel like dying today."

He rolls his eyes in response as he slows down by a smidgen, the speed meter barely even moving. "Seriously, you may have no consideration for yourself, but I still have a lot of things to achieve with my damn life so slow the fuck down." My words finally reach the rational part in him and he slows down considerably, now going within the speed limit.

Taking a deep breath, I rest my elbow on my door and look out the window, my mind flooding with thoughts about Kuroo's reckless driving and how it can all go sour with one delayed reaction.

Before I know it, we're rolling up to our apartment building, driving into his private garage only the penthouse owners get to use.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, filling the silence in the car.

"It's ok. I just... I want you to be safe. I know its hard, but... just try," I say quietly, unable to look at him.

"That's what he said," he says hastily before rushing out of the car before I can hit him.

Getting out of the vehicle myself, I send a murderous look his way and run after his retreating form.

A small part of me is grateful that he's acting like his usual unbearable self again, but the rest of me is just mad at his relentless sex jokes.

He hits the elevator button before I can get there and I watch the doors close, his smirk practically shining through the crack of the closing doors. I jam my foot in the middle at the last possible second, and smile victoriously as I get into the metal box and slap his arm once again.

"Ooh, do it harder," he practically moans, and my eyes just about pop out of their sockets in embarrassment as my face flushes a deep red.

"Oh shut up," I mutter, turning around and waiting patiently for the doors to open on the top floor. I hear him snicker and then the sound of a photo being taken, turning around sharply. I yell in defiance and throw my bag on the floor as I jump onto him in an attempt to grab his phone out of his hand and delete the probably unflattering photo.

I straddle his back and reach for the phone he easily holds out of my reach. Leaning across his shoulder in a feeble attempt to reach it, my feet are hooked around his chest and my other hand is using his shoulder as a brace. He's laughing hard at this point, and I'm screaming at him to give me the damn phone. Neither of us notice the elevator doors opening nor the small woman standing at the threshold staring at us in shock and amusement.

"Kuroo Tetsuro! You let that poor girl down this instant, young man!"

We both froze at the authoritative voice, slowly turning to look at a small dark haired woman with a straight shoulder length cut and narrow gold eyes that were glaring at the man under me.

"MUM!" He exclaims, setting me down and running to hug and kiss the woman, his mum apparently. "What are you doing here?" I hear him ask as I straighten myself out, fixing my jumper and tucking my hair behind my ears, picking up my bag off the floor and quickly following them out of the elevator.

"What, a mother needs an excuse to come visit her boys? Where's Kenma?" She asks, looking in the elevator again as if to check if she missed him.

"Oh, he's at his own place. Apparently he has a booked in session with this famous gamer today. Did he say he'd be here?" Kuroo asks, letting go of the woman and leaning on the wall.

"No, I didn't tell anyone I was coming to visit. Never mind that, who's this pretty young lady here, hmm?" She asks, raising a perfectly shaped brow as she walks towards me, the click of her heels echoing in the lobby of the penthouse.

I smiled down at her, since she was considerably shorter than even me, and introduced myself. "It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Kuroo." I say, bowing.

"Oh no, no, none of that. You can call me mum too, hmm?" She says, gesturing me up from my bow and pulling me down for a tight hug.

"Oh, um, actually, me and Kuroo aren't-"

"We’ll talk more comfortably inside, no? Tetsuro, is your plan to let me stand here all day?” She asks, letting me go and turning around to look at Kuroo.

Kuroo leaps into action, taking his mum's bag and unlocking the door, helping her out of her heels and leading her into the spotless penthouse.

It was all I could do to nod in response, closing the door behind us and walking down into the kitchen to prepare a meal.

It’s crazy how much I don’t know about this guy. He’d never mentioned his mother before, and briefly mentioned that he has a sister, whether older or younger I have no idea. Kenma, however, I know well. The guy was here all the time when I first started living here, but recently I've seen him less and less. Which is a shame, considering we actually got along quite well, with sharing eye rolls and bonding over our mutual love of Minecraft.

I don't notice silent footsteps following me until Kuroo's Mother says "now, why's a beautiful girl like yourself slaving away in the kitchen? Does that boy make u do all the cooking and cleaning like some mid-century housewife?"

I poke my head out of the fridge, smiling at her fair assumptions, "no, no, it's not like that at all. I actually-"

"Uh, mum! You know I'm incompetent with this stuff. This place would be a mess if she wasn't here to run things! Plus, she loves to cook and finds cleaning therapeutic. Hey, her words not mine," Kuroo quickly jumps in, putting his hands up defensively when she looks at him with a raised brow.

Looks like he doesn't want his mother to know of our little arrangement.

"Right. He's just so hopeless, I can't trust him to do anything," I add on, sending her a smile as I prepare the fish he likes.

"You're making grilled mackerel for dinner?! Oh that's gonna hit the fu- the fun spot," he says, saving himself at the last second.

I hold back a snort as I take out a pan, "open the window, fish boy. It's about to stink here and I can't be bothered with Mrs. Suzuki coming all the way upstairs just to complain about the fish smell, and then complaining that she had to come up here in the first place. God, I hope she isn't sitting on the balcony today," I ramble, trying to see her balcony from outside the window, but fail because of the private location.

Damn these amazing architects.

I hear his mum chuckle at my rambling as she begins to take out ingredients for a salad. "Oh, you don't have to help, please sit and make yourself comfortable," I say, moving towards her to take the lettuce out of her hands.

"No, no, I'd like to pitch in. Now what kind of mother-in-law would I be to let you do everything yourself?" She asks, holding the lettuce away from me and walking over to the sink.

I stare at the back of her head, a flush creeping up my neck, "m-mother-in-law?!" I ask incredulously, glancing over at Kuroo who looked suspiciously... Smug. I look away quickly when he meets my eyes, and I hastily hyper-focus on the fish in front of me, placing it on the heated pan, causing sizzling and popping to fill the awkward silence.

"I'm sorry darling, I don't mean to be overbearing. Tetsuro introduced you as his girlfriend, so I thought things were getting serious since he actually allowed us to meet one another. You see, he’s never introduced me to a girl before, so you can imagine my excitement. I can stop if you're uncomfortable-"

I cut her off, feeling even more embarrassed as I realise the role I am to play in Kuroo's life when his mother is around. I mean, it makes sense, he can't exactly just admit he took a random girl into his house.

"I, um, no really it's fine, I understand" I say, my voice small as I flip the fish.

She lets out a delighted laugh and pulls me down into a hug once more. The smile on my face is genuine as my embarrassment melts away, the bright smile of this woman comforting me.

"So, how did you guys meet?" She asks, chopping up the ingredients for her salad on the bench while I'm at the stove, Kuroo leaning on his elbows on the bench.

"At uni," I answer at the same time as Kuroo states, "at a party."

We both look at each other with wide eyes, and I clear my throat to clarify, "at a uni party. A classmate of ours hosted one and we met each other there."

"I see, so the old boozed up one night stand turned into quite a domestic relationship hmm?" she suggests, wiggling her eyebrows at Kuroo.

"What? No, no, I would never! A one night stand? Booze? Please, what kind of man do you take me for?" Kuroo complains, looking offended.

I turn around towards the stove and roll my eyes. I've heard the rumours around campus, practically every girl in my lecture hall can testify to at least making out with the man. He really puts up a façade for his mum.

I hear the doorbell ring, and quickly take the fish off the stove to go answer it as Kuroo bickers with his mother about how innocent he really is.

"Hello? Who is it?" I ask, pressing the buzzer.

"Uh, hello? Is this Tetsu's place?" A deep voice answers. I look at the camera, seeing Kenma and a bunch of men about Kuroo's age looking confused. The one who answered is a guy with a blond mohawk and piercings adorning both ears.

"Yes, just give me a second," I reply. "Kuroo, I think Kenma and the rest of your friends are here? Should I let 'em up?" I shout out.

"Yeah let 'em in," he calls back. I press another button, letting them into the lobby.

I need to make more food.

Quickly taking out my frozen dumplings I stocked up for emergency dinners for days I couldn't be bothered to make anything better, I whip up a quick sauce, thinking I could split the fish and put it in the middle of the table so everyone can take their share.

"I do apologise darling, I let my Kenma know that I came to visit and he must have told the boys. I think they've all come to see me," Kuroo's mum confesses.

"You must be a very loved woman if they came all this way to see you. And it's no worries really, I'm always prepared for guests," I say, putting her at ease.

She beams at me as the door is banged loudly.

Kuroo mutters something about “rude assholes'' as he goes to open the door, a group of tall men making their way through the threshold.

"Hiya cap'ain," the mohawk guy says, patting Kuroo on the back. A tall, light brown haired man was next to greet him, then proceeded to exclaim "MUMMA KOZUME!!" and practically jumped onto the poor woman.

Wait, did he just say Kozume? Isn't Kenma's surname Kozume?

"Hey mum," Kenma greets, kneeling down to hug Kuroo's mum.

Who's mum is this lady?! I swear to god I'm going to go crazy.

"Hello hello everyone," A massive grey haired guy says, kissing Kuroo's mum on the cheek and hugging Kuroo.

The last guy to greet them is a tan guy with a buzz cut, and he does the same as his friend before.

"So Kuroo, when di'ja get yourself a girl, huh?" The grey haired guy asks, looking offended that he didn't know before now.

I raise my eyebrows as Kuroo just smiles guiltily. He introduces me to his friends and I wave hello, as they all begin to introduce themselves.

The grey haired guy says his name is Lev and that he's half Russian. A weird detail to include but interesting I guess.

The light brown haired man introduces himself as Yaku, and says that he was Kuroo's senpai back in high school.

"Yeah a demon senpai," Kuroo mutters in reply. My smile quickly turns into a grimace as Yaku jumps on him and they both start brawling on the floor, making a loud ruckus. A loud thumping can be heard from downstairs as Mrs. Suzuki starts to lose her mind and continues to bang the handle of her broom to her ceiling.

"Ugh, you morons upset Mrs. Suzuki! She's going to talk my ear off next time I see her..." I complain, grabbing a cushion and throwing it at the boys.

They flinch at my anger and quickly get up, muttering a quick apology. My glare softens as mohawk introduces himself as Yamamoto, and the tan guy says his name is Kai whilst vigorously shaking my hand.

"It's very nice meeting all of you. Dinner will be ready in a bit so please just make yourselves comfortable," I announce, making my way back into the kitchen.

The boys, all sporting grins, make their way to the living room and sit on the couches, man-spreading and slouching all over the place, one person taking up the usual spot for two.

I sigh, focusing on the dumplings in front of me.

I stiffen as I feel large hands on my waist, and a presence behind me. Visibly relaxing once I realise it's Kuroo, I turn around, his hands still resting on my hips, and his face nestled in the crook of my neck.

"Please just go along with it. We have to act like a couple if they're going to believe us," he mutters, his hot breath causing shivers to run up my spine.

I simply nod, instinctively placing my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his hair, something I've wanted to do since that day.

He groans into my neck, and I find myself holding my breath as I continue my hand movements.

"OI LOVEBIRDS! MUM SAYS THE DUMPLINGS ARE GONNA FUCKIN' STICK! Ow! Oh, sorry," I snatched my hands back from Kuroo, pushing his chest, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

What the fuck am I doing?!

I turn around back to the stove, mixing the dumplings in the boiling water as my thoughts race.

That felt too real, too much like a real relationship.

And way too addicting, apparently, since I already miss his close proximity.

The warmth on my waist disappears as I hear Kuroo running back into the living room.

"SHUT UP YOU MORON, THE DUMPLINGS ARE FINE!" I hear him scream, and then a loud thud as he presumably tackles whoever yelled at us to the ground.

I sigh as I hear Mrs. Suzuki's muffled thuds from downstairs in record time.

"You know I'm going to have to make Mrs. Suzuki some kind of apology cake because you boys can't sit down and act like adults," I complained, my arms crossed and an unimpressed expression on my face.

Lev and Yamamoto are on the floor playing some kind of Connect 4 game I've never seen before, while Kai looks to be having a deep conversation with Kuroo's mum, who is perched on the single arm chair like the queen she is.

Kenma is hogging the tv playing some kind of video game on Kuroo's ps5 (which I've hogged on more than one occasion), and Kuroo on the other hand has Yaku in a headlock.

He immediately lets go and apologises, and so does Yaku, who even bows in his regret.

I roll my eyes and shake my head at his mum, who just laughs, and I make my way back into the kitchen, setting food on the table and calling them in to eat.

After dinner, I find myself showered in compliments and not a bite of dinner leftover for tomorrow's lunch. Damn I'm good.

I served up cake I had already prepared from earlier along with fruits I washed and set on plates, and watched as that was eaten and finished before I even sat down. Kuroo's mum scolded the boys for poor manners, and they all apologised. Well, all except Kuroo, who just wiggled his pierced brows and winked at me.

I sit down on the floor next to the couch, since it was all occupied, and hear a dissatisfied sound coming from Kuroo's mum.

"Now, now, sweetheart. You don't have to be shy around me, just go on and take your usual seat next to Tetsuro," she says, nudging her head in Kuroo's direction, where the only vacant spot was literally his lap.

I look at her with wide eyes, even Kuroo seems taken aback by her suggestion, and all the boys are immaturely ‘oohing’ loudly as they laugh and make fun of us.

Kuroo makes a gesture for me to come next to him, so I hold back my heavy sigh, try my best to hide the flush on my face, and walk towards him, awkwardly perching on his knee.

He chuckles as he grabs my waist and pulls me flush towards his chest, my butt in the corner of the couch and my legs resting diagonally over his, so that my head is directly in the crook of his neck.

I hate to say it, but this is actually really damn comfortable.

Conversation has started up again, but it becomes secondary to the beat of his heart right under my ear, and my eyes start to get heavy as his scent and warmth lull me to a comfort that is beyond being awake and alert.

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Kuroo's POV

"What a cute girl she is, Tetsu. I'm so glad you've found her. And now that you've got her, you better. Not. Let. Go." She says, slapping me on the arm with each word of her last sentence.

What is it with women and slapping me?

"Ok, ok, I know mum, I won't stuff this up. I promise," I respond, smiling at her.

"Ok, well, I'm staying over at Kenma's house. Ah, no objections. You've already got your hands full, and I don't want to be in the way of young love. Plus, I'd rather listen to Kenma's midnight streams than you two in the middle of the night," she says, not accepting my objections and giving me a knowing look. My face warms to what she's insinuating, and I mutter a quick, "it's not like that," as I duck my head into Y/n's shoulder.

By this time the boys have all left, Kenma's downstairs waiting in his car for his mum to come, but she insisted on staying back for a few minutes to talk to me.

Y/n fell asleep a while ago now, still nestled on my lap, her head on my shoulder and her figure keeping me warm.

"I know exactly how it is, my darling. I've seen how you two act, pretending to be in a relationship just so we don't ask any uncomfortable questions. I won't meddle in your life, I never did, Tetsuro. But I will give you advice I expect you to consider. Don't let her go. Neither of you were pretending about your feelings towards each other, let me tell you that much." She says, knowingly looking at me.

I look up in alarm, which quickly morphs into a nervous laugh. She's good, I'll give her that much.

But, can Y/n really mirror my feelings?

"Ok darling, better not leave Kenma waiting any longer. I'll visit again tomorrow, or you can come over to Kenma's, whichever you prefer as long as she comes along too. I want to get to know my future daughter-in-law better!!"

With that, the woman who took me in and treated me like her own left my home.

I look down at my roommate, taking in the way her lashes are long enough to brush against her face, the way her brows are just a tad bit asymmetrical, the stroke of her nose and the bend of her cupid's bow.

I can't help but bring my hand up to caress the side of her face, content to stay here forever.

Mum would've loved her.

This thought broke the dam that held back my tears since middle school, and as they fell down my face I couldn't help but think of my own mother, coming in and hugging her, making her famous pie that I can't remember the taste of anymore. A sob racks my figure and I all of a sudden find a pair of e/c eyes staring up at me, my tears having dampened some parts of her face.

Wordlessly, she straightens herself and wraps her arms around my neck, running her fingers through the back of my head, stroking down towards my nape and up again. I cry into her shoulder, tears that I've bottled up, emotions I've ignored because I've had my dad, my grandparents and the Kozume's. Later, I even had the team, and they all followed me to the racing gig, a place where I can express my emotions through the reckless driving that could claim my life any second. I should have been grateful. Instead, the pain of her absence never ceased.

I clutch the back of her sweatshirt as I cry and cry and cry, eventually tiring myself out and running out of tears.

With dry sobs still racking my body every few minutes, she finally leans back, cupping my face in her gentle hands.

"What's the matter, Kuroo?" She whispers, looking up at me with tears shining in her own eyes. "You can tell me anything, or you can say nothing at all. Either way, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you," she says, touching her forehead to mine and closing her eyes. She stays here for a moment before moving to get up and drag me up too.

"Come on, let's get you into your pjs and into bed. It's getting late."

---

Your POV

Now in his usual shorts and singlet, I drag him to his massive bed, opening the neatly made bed and gently sit him down.

His hazel eyes follow me as I go to close the curtains, his lashes still wet from the countless tears he shed, his body still hiccupping with dry sobs.

Once I've put his blankets around him, I go to leave, muttering a goodnight as I leave.

"Y/n," I hear before I close the door. I peek my head in, "please stay."

Without a pause to think about his request, and already in my own pyjamas, I go next to him and crawl into his open arm as if I've been doing it every night, snuggling into his shoulder once more and wrapping my arm around his chest.

After a few moments of silence, he begins to speak in a raspy tone, "she's not my real mum. She's Kenma's mum, and I've... I've called her mum since I was around 7," he takes a deep breath before continuing. "I moved in with my dad and grandparents next door to the Kozumes when I was 6. I was nervous and shy back then. You wouldn't even recognise me because of the 180 turn my personality's taken. Kenma was even more social than I was. He was my first friend, and when I got him into volleyball and we met Coach Nekomata. That man inspired me to be the man I am today, and was the main reason why I joined the volleyball team in high school, and made friends with the guys. He did what my mum should've, supported me and gave me the confidence to live my life," he says, his voice cracking with the last word. I hug him tighter, knowing not to say anything as of yet.

"I just wish... I wish she didn't go. I wish she could've met you, Y/n. She would've loved you even more than Kenma's mum does," he confesses with a chuckle, sniffling and turning towards me to look me in the eyes.

"She would've seen the way I was around you. The different man I become. You make me a better person, Y/n. I find myself wanting to be better for you. I could never thank you enough for that. Please, never leave. Just stay with me, and I'll always be here for you," he says, repeating the same words I said to him earlier.

I can't help the smile from taking over my features and I lean in to kiss his nose, his eyes, his cheeks and finally I press my lips against his, something I have been wanting to do for a very long time.

"I will, Kuroo Tetsuro. I'll always stay with you."

A/n: So, I don't actually know if his mum passed away or if she left them, so I kind of just,, did both ?

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Revelation; Part Two (NSFW)

All the warnings and details you'll need are in part one. Enjoy!

As soon as they return to the mansion, Yukio and Ellie immediately go to their room. Wade gets up from where he was sitting on the floor, slowly stepping aside. The girls rush in to comfort you but a wall of scent leaves them dizzy with pheromones.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so glad you’re here,” you weep. The scent of your slick seems more intense, but maybe you’re just more aware of how turned on you are. The girls strip off their super-suits, joining you on the bed.

You practically tackle Ellie, burying your face in her neck.

“Mm, even better than I imagined…” you moan, starting to roll your hips so your soaking cunt can get the friction it needs on her thigh. Ellie carefully pushes you off of her, and you recline in the position you were before.

“Easy, sharpshooter. What the fuck happened? How are you in heat?”

“S-suppressants, not antidepressants, fake father, Wade,” you slur, explaining as best as you can.

“Wade,” Ellie and Yukio realize in unison.

“So, right now, you’re having not only your first heat, but a heat after years of taking suppressants,” Ellie fills in the blanks, and both she and Yukio look horrified.

“Mhm,” you confirm, “Need you. Both of you.”

“Of course, baby,” Yukio accepts, looking over you. Neither of them have seen you this stripped down before.

“Wait,” Ellie stops her, and you. “How do we know you actually want this? You’ve been really uncomfortable with the idea of sex until now, what if it’s just the heat? You literally said you don’t want to have sex today, like, two hours ago.”

“You don’t trust me?” You question, looking absolutely devastated.

“Y/N,” Ellie groans. “Of course I trust you, I just don’t want to hurt you. I love you. We love you.”

“It hurts. Please love me, Alpha,” you beg.

“Look at her, Ellie. She needs us,” Yukio adds.

“Fine. But we start out slow. Very slow. And if I get even a whiff of doubt or discomfort, we stop. Understand?”

“I need…” you whimper, clutching at your stomach as it continues to twist in pain.

“What is it, baby?” Yukio asks.

“I don’t know,” you sob, burying your face in your hands and squeezing your thighs together. “Just need it so bad, please.”

Both girls quickly shed their underwear, like the urgency of the situation is finally hitting them.

“So, the roses I smelled earlier…” Ellie trails off, feeling even worse. Not only is it not some other omega, it’s your heightened state of emotion, a sign of how much you want her and Yukio both.

Yukio gasps.

“Oh, Ellie, we can finally…” Yukio trails off.

“You’re gonna have to give a little more detail than that, Yukes. We’ve been looking forward to a lot of different things.”

Yukio whispers in Ellie’s ear, and the girl turns red before nodding.

“What are you gonna do to me?” you wonder.

“Well, if you want, we could both use our mouths on you at the same time,” Ellie reveals.

“Please,” you try to convince them to give you what you need. “Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely…” Yukio teases, like it’s not taking all her strength not to knot you right where you lay, propped wide open for the taking. It’d be so easy, and she could even try to have you to herself all week, and even though it’s probably impossible, you might have a baby. Oh, they’d be just the cutest, the perfect combination of her and you. What if you had twins? Or triplets? She’d never be able to tell them no once they flashed her your signature puppy eyes.

“Yukio,” Ellie snarls. “You’re panting. And drooling. She’s mine, too, remember?”

“Trust me, I remember,” Yukio snaps back.

“Alphas,” you whimper, and it’s like a switch flips. Their tongues battle for dominion over your most sensitive place, and your hips roll forward, desperate for more.

Ellie eventually concedes, giving your inner thigh some special attention that makes you squirm while Yukio devours you. The completely new sensations cause a tension to build in your stomach that you’ve only heard of.

“Oh my gosh, Ellie, Yuki- Ah! Ellie, Yuki- Ah! Ellie, Yuki- Oh, oh, oh!” you moan, embarrassed at how quickly you come undone.

“Oh, wow,” Ellie says. Yukio continues to lick up, well, everything, making the aftershock even more intense. “I- I didn’t realize you’d be that sensitive.”

“Never, ever, um, even by myself, ‘cause I never had any interest, because suppressants, so…”

“So, Yukio got to give you your first… Ever,” Ellie clarifies.

“U- Um,” you stutter, feeling a bit guilty for not making that clearer.

“You’re so adorable...” Yukio sounds almost reverent, and you taste yourself on her lips when they meet yours. You moan into the kiss, face burning under Ellie’s gaze and Yukio’s touch.

Ellie’s gaze turns into a glare as the kiss draws on, and soon that glare is joined by a growl that makes you gush. You pull back from the kiss, panting.

Yukio growls back, and your arousal intensifies even further, distracting the girls from their beginning turf war. You can’t help but wonder how many hickies you’re going to get in the next week.

“You really are an omega,” Ellie taunts.

“You like it when we growl?” Yukio adds.

They look like they’re ready to tear you to shreds in the best way.

“I guess it’s your turn,” Yukio remarks, sitting down next to you. “It’s still her first time, even if it won’t be the first time she-“

“Shut up,” Ellie snarls before going in for the kill, using her tongue to make you squirm and moan. She holds your hips down and your legs thrash around her, making you look the part of prey even more.

“Calm down,” Yukio suggests to you, stroking your hair. “It’s not like it’s ever gonna stop.”

“Oh fuck,” you whine, bucking your hips despite Ellie’s grip on them.

“That’s a good girl, fuck her face,” Yukio praises, taking one of your hands and putting it on Ellie’s head, holding the other. “She really likes having her hair pulled,” Yukio whispers in your ear. You get chills, but you do as she says.

Ellie groans into you, and at this point you really are fucking her face, your other hand having found its way into her hair.

“Oh my gosh, fuck, Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you whine before unraveling again, hips still rolling like your life depends on it.

“Fucking called it.” Ellie grins proudly. “And she called me it. I think I win.”

“Oh, whichever way you slice it, I’m the one that ate our brave little be- omega first and made her fucking weep slick, so… Whatever small victories you can find, I suppose,” Yukio giggles.

“Yeah, but I’ll be the one to fuck her first,” Ellie counters.

“You really think so? I think it depends on who can get a condom on faster,” Yukio retorts.

“You trust me to pull out, don’t you, omega?” Ellie wonders, winking at Yukio.

“O-Of course. I mean, with the suppressants, even if you didn’t, it’s a one in a billion chance,” you remind her.

“Can I use my fingers to help you get ready?” Ellie asks.

“Uh-huh,” you agree, nodding as she slides one in, pumping, followed by another. Your breathing gets heavy again as she hits that divine spot over and over.

“Imagine my fucking cock hitting right there,” she breathes to you.

“Don’t wanna imagine, wanna feel it,” you plead. She adds a third finger. “S-so full, alpha…”

Yukio hands trail along your body carefully, as if you’re a priceless artifact she’s trying to appraise. She seems okay with letting Ellie have this, despite the fight she put up before. It’s probably the best compromise, you all know, because your first orgasm is something Yukio has that Ellie can never, now.

“Is this still okay?” Ellie wonders as she slips her fingers out of you, sliding them into Yukio’s mouth. The girl moans, cleaning them off eagerly.

“Yes, I promise,” you agree, and Ellie positions herself, unintentionally teasing your entrance. “Ellie, please.”

Her hips snap forward, but she’s careful not to push her rather swollen knot in. It throbs every time it presses against your entrance, where every nerve in her body is begging her to shove it in.

The two of you sync up so quickly it’s almost romantic, you meet her thrusts perfectly and her cock does feel amazing when it pushes up against that spot deep inside. She’s practically got you folded in half as you whine and whimper and moan.

You instinctively start to rub your clit, but Yukio pulls your hands up and away.

“You’ve had your turn, let us have ours,” she tells you rather calmly.

“B-but it’s too good, I need…” you weep.

“Oh- Oh f-“ A strangled noise catches in Ellie’s throat and you feel her cum spurt into you as she hastily pulls out. “Uh- Oh. Oh, wow.”

Yukio moves around you to get a look at whatever Ellie’s blushing over.

“You should be ashamed,” Yukio teases, playfully popping Ellie’s shoulder. “Giving our innocent little omega a creampie her first time. She looks really cute with you dripping out of her, though. Almost good enough to eat. Almost.”

Yukio pulls out her own member, and you watch her stroke herself, Ellie mouthing at her neck between their passionate kisses. Her strokes speed up gradually until ribbons of her orgasm splatter right onto where you’re starting to feel neglected, with a soft little moan from her that makes you throb even more.

“Fuck, it’s so pretty. Sit up, Y/N, look,” Ellie encourages. Her cum has mostly flowed out of you and onto the sheets, while Yukio’s paints you. Speaking of Yukio, she trails a finger up your tarnished slit, sliding it into your mouth. You taste the salty sweetness of all your juices combined and give a pleased hum, almost not wanting to let her finger go.

“Hmm… Now it looks good enough to eat,” Yukio confirms. “Wanna try to share again?”

“Absolutely,” Ellie agrees. The two girls lick up the mixture of their cum and your arousal as you tremble, squeaking and whining more than you actually moan, too sensitive to do much of anything other than lie there and take whatever they want to give.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip and your toes curl as you’re finally allowed release once more, but they don’t stop, despite your shaking.

“A-Alphas, what are you… What… I… Oh, oh, please,” you weakly implore them, so far gone that you’re not even sure if you’re asking them to stop or keep going.

After another orgasm, they come back up to check on you.

“So- So much,” you say, in response to “Are you okay?”

“So, I’m gonna go with water break time,” Ellie chuckles, opening up a bottle before opening your mouth with her hand. You let her help you drink.

“Good girl,” she praises, and you blush as Yukio stares you down.

“You should have a bath, too,” she suggests. “We can all take it together.” The jacuzzi sounds great for your aching muscles.

“Can you walk?” Ellie asks. She wasn’t particularly rough with you, but considering nothing that big’s ever been up there before…

You nod, already starting to feel normal, or, well, at least at what’s probably the baseline of this whole heat thing. You get up from the bed and immediately collapse into a heap on the ground, knees having turned to actual jelly at some point over the past hour.

The girls can’t help but snicker before helping you back into bed.

“I’ll go draw the bath. Your cuddle time got cut off earlier,” Yukio remembers.

“You’re doing amazing,” Ellie praises you once more, fingers running through your hair and stroking your face. “Such a good girl. Such a good omega. My omega.”

“My alpha,” you whisper back, before burying your nose in her neck. Ellie tightens her embrace.

“Thank you for letting us take care of you like this. You’re being so brave, sharpshooter, I- I know you were really nervous. I want you to know, y’know, as happy as I am you’re an omega— And that’s really, really happy, by the way. —I’d be just as happy right now if you were a beta. I love you. We love you, and we’re so grateful you trusted us with this.”

“Thank you. You smell good and I love you,” you tell her, not able to articulate much beyond that.

“You too,” she chuckles.

Yukio emerges from the bathroom, and Ellie helps you hobble over, both girls giggling and giddy at your stumbling.

“So, we’re probably gonna have to take another week off, huh?” Yukio notes, trying to sound sympathetic, but both girls can’t help their proud grins at how they’ve already fucked you to pieces and they’ve barely even started. This week is gonna be great, and so will the next, blissful and full of aftercare.

“Mhm,” you whimper. The girls help you into the bath, stripping off their remaining undergarments before joining you.

The warm water is such a comfort that your eyes involuntarily slip shut. Its embrace soothes your sore muscles, and your breathing slows. Yukio starts carefully scrubbing your arm with a lathered up loofah, holding your wrist like it’s the most fragile, priceless thing in the world.

“Hm?” You open your eyes, but Ellie slides your eyelids down with two fingers, stroking your cheek after.

“Shh… Just let us take care of you, okay? You’re always protecting us, keeping the den tidy, and you took us so well… Just relax, now.”

You do as you’re told and relax.

Ellie joins in washing you while Yukio hums softly.

“You’re so fucking pretty…” Ellie murmurs, the soft washcloth she’s using drifting down from your sensitive neck to your far more sensitive chest. You give a shallow, shaky sigh as each girl cleanses a breast, chills spreading throughout your body. Your heart flutters when Ellie’s washcloth meets your inner thigh under the water.

Yukio’s hand rests against your stomach, more specifically, your uterus.

“Yukes…” you sigh.

“I know,” she says quietly. “I was just thinking.”

It’s a bittersweet moment, but Yukio ends it before the bitter overcomes the sweet by gently washing your stomach with the loofah she was holding before. The girls switch positions and you whine needily. Your infertility can be discussed later, when tensions aren’t quite so high.

“Oh, sweetpea, are we doing something wrong?” Yukio questions teasingly.

“N- No,” you admit, brows furrowing. “I just- I-“

You’re already too blissed out to string together a coherent sentence, but you need more.

“Yeah, we can do that,” Ellie understands. You keep your eyes closed as fingers slip up and down your slit, leaning into the touch. The steam of the bath blends yours and your alphas’ scents, clouding your perception of where each girl is. You try to get a peek, but Ellie quickly, gently reminds you: “Eyes closed.”

Your chest is slowly, sensually massaged, the palms of whichever girl is doing so rubbing up against your nipples perfectly.

The alpha who was teasing you below the water before now slides her fingers inside you, making you gasp softly.

“Hmm… Good omega,” Yukio murmurs, closer to your ear than you thought she was, before nipping at it. You yelp in surprise, but the sensation has you feeling even tinglier. You lean towards Yukio, wanting to obey their limitation of your sight, but needing the comfort of knowing where each of them is. You cling to her arm, she’s now only massaging one breast and using the other hand to stroke your face.

The fingers inside you, which you’ve determined by process of elimination are Ellie’s, curl into that spot, hard, and you moan before you can quiet yourself.

“I think someone’s starting to feel ignored…” Yukio jeers, and you hear an indignant “Hmph!” from Ellie. “How about this?”

Yukio pries you off of her, and you hear movement in the water. Soon after, she pulls your back to her chest, allowing you to recline. The feeling of the alpha’s skin against yours is heavenly. She starts to massage your chest again, and Ellie resumes her activities as well, now from in between your legs.

“This is perfect,” Ellie agrees. “You are. Both of you.”

“Thank you,” you and Yukio both sigh.

You start to get restless as the girls continue to stimulate you, letting out little whimpers that sound more like impatience than pleasure.

“What is it, love?” Yukio wonders, so close to your ear again. You shudder before answering.

“Want, um… Um… Y-you… You know.”

“To cum?” Ellie asks.

“Y-yeah, but…” You rock against Yukio’s hardness, which is pressed against your back.

“Ngh, oh, okay, yeah,” Yukio agrees. “Lean back.”

You lean back, moving up and bracing yourself against the rim of the jacuzzi before sliding down onto Yukio’s dick, eyes rolling back as you’re filled by an alpha once more.

“W-wait, with this position, we could…” Ellie trails off, and you can sense Yukio’s smirk.

“I know.”

“W- What is it?”

“Well, uh, if you’re okay with it, Yukio and I could try to fit inside you at the same time,” Ellie suggests.

“That sounds nice, but…”

“But?”

“First time having Yukio,” you quietly say.

“Oh… Okay, babe, that makes sense. Maybe later?”

You nod eagerly, and Yukio starts to move a little, hooking her hands under your knees to maintain more control over you.

“E- Ellie.”

Yukio growls.

“N- No, I just… Ellie, could you rub my-“ You’re cut off by a moan that’s a mix of pleasure and pain as Yukio thrusts harder, resenting the lack of attention. “A- Alpha, I’m yours. I’m yours.”

“I- I know, sorry. Such a good omega,” Yukio quickly apologizes, sprinkling kisses all over your neck and shoulders as she takes it down a notch. Ellie summons the courage to touch you despite Yukio’s possessive burst, and you’re on cloud nine once again. “You feel so good.”

Eyes still closed, you’re caught off guard when Ellie kisses you, but you respond quickly, tangling your fingers in her hair and moaning into her mouth.

“Love you,” Ellie whispers against your lips before kissing you some more.

“El, go faster, I think she’s close,” Yukio tells your shared lover, and she obeys. Your moans rise in pitch and volume but due to your position there’s not much you can do other than take what you’re given.

“Yukio, Yukio, Yukio,” you whine in sync with her thrusts, squirming in an attempt to meet both Yukio’s motions and Ellie’s hand.

You don’t last much longer, and the way you tighten around Yukio causes her to finish as well, burying her face in your neck and groaning; likely resenting the fact that she can’t bury her teeth there, not yet.

“Well, so much for gentle aftercare,” Ellie chuckles, stroking your cheek, which honestly feels as sensitive as the rest of you.

“S-sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

Ellie helps you off of Yukio, and you nuzzle into her, embracing her.

“You two are the best alphas ever,” you mumble, eyes growing heavy again.

“We’re the only alphas you’ve had,” Ellie skeptically responds. You whimper at the perceived rejection. “Oh, but thank you. You’re sweet.”

“More than just sweet,” Yukio argues, pulling the plug on the jacuzzi. Ellie holds you as the tub drains, so you don’t get too cold, while Yukio hunts down some towels and your robes. Pink satin for her, black flannel for Ellie, and a plush F/C one is yours.

The girls assist you as you get out of the tub, wrapping you in your robe and helping you to bed before equipping theirs.

Being bundled between them is enough to keep the worst of your heat pains at bay.

“Can I open my eyes now?” You wonder, and the girls chuckle endearingly.

“Yes, Y/N,” Ellie permits, but it seems as though you could’ve done so or at least asked much sooner, based on her tone. “I said yes.”

Your eyes stay closed, so heavy that you don’t even wanna bother yet.

“Babe, stay awake. We need to talk,” Ellie insists.

“About what?” Yukio asks curiously.

“The, uh.. The thing Wade stopped her from doing.”

“Jus’ thinking about it,” you correct.

“And the Supreme Court is ‘just thinking’ about overturning Roe v. Wade. It’s still a fucking problem,” Ellie argues.

You shake your head.

“I have real medicine now, I’ll be fine.”

“You still hid it from us,” Yukio says softly, tearfully. “We- We failed you. You didn’t feel like you could tell us, your alphas.”

“Being my alphas is what made me not want to tell you. Because you can’t- Because- Because I knew it would be torture for you both if I had a problem you couldn’t fix; a need you couldn’t provide. I just wanted to protect you.”

“Sharpshooter…” Ellie looks heartbroken, and the devastation that both girls reek of makes you want to lock yourself away (or worse) so that you’ll never hurt them again.

“I’m- I’m sorry. I never meant for you to find out.”

“That’s not the problem here,” Ellie disagrees.

“Isn’t it? If you two never found out, you wouldn’t be unhappy about anything right now. I ruined this.”

“No,” Yukio snarls, wrapping her arms tighter around you, as if they can protect you from yourself. “You’re good. We… I told you, we were the ones who made you feel like it wasn’t safe to be honest with us. We’re proving you right the longer we talk about this before you’re ready to. Don’t you agree, Ellie?”

Ellie nods, seeming to finally understand.

“Can you at least promise that if there’s any other time you feel like you did then, you’ll talk to someone you trust, even if it’s not us?” Ellie requests.

“I can do that,” you concede.

“Thank you,” both girls reply, and Ellie moves a little closer, maneuvering her arms so that she’s embracing both you and Yukio, who’s spooning you.

Between the drowsy scent of petrichor, the nostalgic scent of a campfire, and your own relaxing lavender aroma, the three of you are finally soothed, and able to rest before continuing to contend with your first heat.

The next week is nothing short of an absolute fuckfest. Sure, you all take breaks for food, water, showers, et cetera. But, on what should be the final night of your heat, something causes you to stir.

The absolute need that came with your heat had waned over the week, but now it seems to be back with full force. You squirm in your half-sleep, trying to ignore it, but sense that your girls are already awake.

“Baby,” one of your alphas whispers. You’re draped across them both, all of you naked and entangled. You’re not even sure where you end and they begin right now, let alone which is which.

“Can we touch you?”

“Mhm,” you agree sleepily.

Their hands wander comfortingly, making it easier for the sandman to lure you back into his arms, but one of the alphas is bold enough to slip her fingers inside of you, sliding them right back out for some reason.

“Wow…”

“That is… A lot of slick.”

Oh.

You whine, spreading your legs for whichever one of them will touch you, it really doesn’t matter. You’re guided into one of their laps, whoever it is feels huge with no prep.

“Please just knot me so we can sleep, s’not like I can get pregnant anyways,” you request.

“Mmkay, sharpshooter, if that’s what you want.” So, it’s Ellie fucking you. That’s nice. Hers is a little shorter than Yukio’s, but she’s thicker. You fidget around, adjusting to her girth before finding that perfect angle and just bouncing.

“You look so pretty riding our alpha like that,” Yukio quietly praises, making you shiver. She plays with your nipples, hardened in the cool night air, while she touches herself. You resent your current position for limiting your sight of the other alpha, but you wouldn’t trade Ellie’s embrace for anything. “Touch that clit for us, won’t you? Cum all over her cock. Maybe you’ll even squirt again. That angle is normally what does it for you, isn’t it?”

“Oh, Daddy,” you sigh, obeying.

“No, baby, Ellie’s your daddy. I’m your mommy.”

“M-Mommy,” you whimper, continuing to squeak and moan for your two lovers as you clench harder and harder around Ellie, sinking your teeth into her scent gland as you three finish, nails digging into her already scratched-up back. When you relax, Ellie pushes her knot in. “S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to without asking,” you apologize, pulling away with a mouth full of blood that both girls are just dying to taste.

“No, babe, you know I wanted you to do that.” Ellie kisses your lips, cleaning them. “Don’t worry. Can you bite Yukio, too?”

“Of course! But, um, how am I gonna get to her?”

“Don’t worry, I can wait,” Yukio reassures you both.

“But- But you’re mine, too,” you insist. “I’m yours, remember?”

“Baby, of course I remember. Maybe- Maybe I could just bite you for now, and then you can bite me and Ellie can bite you in the morning? That way everyone has a turn.”

“When are you two gonna bite each other?”

“We can do that in the morning, too,” Yukio explains. In her drowsiness, she’d forgotten that part. “Are you ready?”

“Y-Yes, Alpha,” you stutter, because while you’re ready, you’re still nervous. Yukio picks a spot with her teeth, gently pressing, as if to ask you and Ellie, ‘Right here?’

You nod.

“That’s good, Yukes,” Ellie agrees, and the other girl sinks her teeth in deep.

You moan in pleasurable pain, and Ellie’s hands grab at your hips, feeling you flutter around her.

“Fuck,” she snarls, tensing up with you until Yukio’s no longer clamped down on your neck. The pink-haired girl licks up the blood, and you start to writhe, turned on all over again.

“One more time?” you request meekly, like Ellie’s dick isn’t literally locked inside of you.

“Of course,” Ellie consents, needing it just as much as you do.

Despite your now-limited range of motion, you carefully gyrate your hips. Yukio presses against you from behind, embracing you but also letting a hand slip down, fingers rubbing circles on your clit.

“That’s it, ride that knot like a good little omega,” Yukio taunts you, and you can feel her touching herself again.

“Your good little omega,” you moan.

“Ours indeed,” Ellie reminds you both, fucking up into you as you continue. Your breathing deepens and you clutch Ellie’s shoulders tighter, burying your face in the crook of her neck once more. “Close, sharpshooter?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, the three of you entangled once again as Yukio strokes her cock and your clit, the heat radiating off of all of you intensifying your scents. “So close, wanna cum so bad,” you beg.

“Come on, baby, you can do it,” Yukio encourages. “Cum all over her.”

You whine as Yukio’s strokes become quicker for the both of you. Feeling the hand she’s using to get herself off brush against you turns you on even more, just knowing she’s getting off on this makes it even better. You can feel Ellie pulse inside you as her breathing also becomes labored.

“Cum with me, omega, please,” Yukio murmurs against the back of your neck, and you shudder, finally finishing. “Good girl… Good omega… Good girl…” Yukio sighs praise as she comes undone as well, Ellie’s orgasm falling somewhere in between yours and Yukio’s.

Ellie reclines with you on top of her, with Yukio nestled between her arm and her body. Both alphas embrace you, and the three of you finally fall back asleep.

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nsfw a-z JAEHYUK (treasure)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he forgets he even exists until you’re back to your usual, smiley, cheerful self. he becomes your slave and he is prepared to do anything for you, from cleaning you up to leaving you alone (which he never wants to do but if you want to be left alone who is he to refuse). he gets a little worried when you appear down or anxious after having sex with him the first few times but you reassure him that it’s pretty normal and that he just needs to be there for you when you need him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he likes his hands. he likes the way they look against your skin when he’s holding your waist and how he can get the perfect grip around your neck. his fingers are long too which makes it very easy for him to reach places 👀🤭

on you he likes your lips. he likes his own lips, sure, lips in general are really nice, yeah, but your lips are something else. feeling them against his own, how soft and gentle they are, he never wants them to leave his. the way you bite down on them when he’s giving you some amazing head too… that how he knows he’s doing something right.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he’s a cumming inside kind of guy but obviously that’s not always possible so the next best thing is a hot facial. he likes when he’s finished all over your face and then you clean it all off the tip of his dick with your mouth too.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he keeps a pair of your panties under his pillow for when he’s horny at night without you. you know about it, but no one else does.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

1 sexual partner. i wouldn’t term him a sex god, but he has a general idea of how to make you feel good, he may need a little direction to go off of the first few times.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

as much as he loves seeing your pretty face, hitting it from the back is his favourite position. he has total control of the situation when you’re on all fours without it seeming overpowering or oppressive. you can also get the deepest strokes from him while in this position. sometimes he gets a little shy about his facial expressions but this way he doesn’t have to be.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

you’re both still young and sex is supposed to be fun and so he makes light out of every situation to make it seem less intense. he likes tickling you and making you giggle, he likes just talking about random things even though it’s not the time or place, just to make you both feel more comfortable.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he will keep it nice and trimmed for the most part but obviously sometimes sex can happen at unpredictable times. in those instances, it’s usually grown out, but he’s not ashamed or insecure about it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

romance is the only thing on his mind. this guy loves whispering things into your ear, or just telling you how good you’re doing, because he wants you to feel loved and appreciated for all that you’re doing. something romantic that he does that ALWAYS catches you off guard is caressing your cheek with the back of his hand/fingers and then gently pinching your chin with his thumb and index finger to make you look at him and kiss him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

it actually takes him a while to cum when he’s on his own, and he usually asks for your help before going anywhere else. i see him as someone who likes to feel himself when he’s doing it, like he’ll use oil and drip it all over his naked body while sitting on his gaming chair.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

sensory deprivation (giving and receiving)- it’s rare that you two don’t have vanilla sex, but blindfolds are something that you incorporate into almost every scene. he loves putting them onto you or wearing them to show a trusting relationship between the two of you. although some intimacy may feel lost because you can’t look into each other’s eyes, it means that every little action feels electric, and that is wayyy better for you two in the moment. you know each other's likes and dislikes and use those to THEIR advantage for sure.

breeding- okay i already said he likes cumming inside so there’s that. but it’s also because he’s so possessive. and he wants to hear you beg for his hot cum inside you too. or for you to ride him and not stop until he releases inside you.

praise (giving and receiving)- as i mentioned above he loves to tell you how good you’re making him feel, how well you’re taking him, how pretty you look. he wants you to feel good in the moment because he feels that way too. he also loves when you tell him how good he’s making you feel.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

so it has to be private first of all, i don’t see him getting freaky anywhere that you two can get caught. i’m guessing his ultimate favourite place is just in bed, but he’s not opposed to some action in the kitchen on the counter when he knows no one will hear or interrupt, or even on the sofa when he doesn’t think you two can make it to the bedroom.

he’s also keen to try out a little something special, maybe in the bath. where you two start having an innocent yet romantic bath, that slowly turns into something more. but he spends too long trying to figure out how it would work and decides it is too much hassle than it’s worth.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

as boring as this sounds… the thing that turns him on the most is kissing you. he pulls away from intense kisses with the biggest, hopeful smile on his face. your lips really have that effect on him.

he likes when you dirty talk and when you attempt to take the lead from the get go. the phrase that gets him the most turned on is “i want you in my mouth”. your enthusiasm is SUCH A HUGE TURN ON.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no hook ups, casual sex or one night stands. he has to be in a relationship with you and you guys have probably been dating for a while before anything happens anyway.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

prefers to receive but is extremely good at eating you out. he’s not shy and will go straight for it after using his fingers just to get you a little wet to begin with. he likes to smile while he’s down there, he knows that you know when he’s doing that and that you like it so of course he’s going to.

when it comes to receiving he enjoys enough to make him want to repay you almost immediately. he doesn’t really know what to do with his hands, whether they should be on your head or his, but he can’t control them anyway because he’s so into your sucking his dick.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

more on the fast and rough end of the scale. he can’t bear being slow, that’s just teasing himself really. but usually after he’s cum, he does a few extremely slow strokes, just to make sure his cum is in and that it’s all in there.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not a fan. at all. doesn’t want to get caught, doesn’t want one person to feel left out of the pleasure bc that’s usually what happens, doesn’t want to rush anything. if he’s feeling horny at an inconvenient time of the day, or if you are, you usually just agree to wait.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

not really. he’s almost always vanilla, with a slight teeny tiny bit of light bdsm thrown in (d/s, handcuffs, blindfolds (occasionally)) and so he doesn’t really like venturing out of his comfort zone. if you share the same wants as him, that’s perfect. if you wanna be a little more adventurous, it’s going to take a lot of convincing and he has to trust you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

2 rounds maximum. most of the time only 1 because he’s tired and just wants cuddles after releasing a load lol. can go for 2 but it’s very rare and would take a lot of you turning him on to get him to do it twice.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

no toys when he’s around. he does not like the idea of being replaced by a toy, anything that a toy can do, he can do too, that’s his thoughts on the matter. he doesn’t want to use them on himself either, isn’t even willing to try because he’s told himself that he won’t like it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he slowly reveals to you that he’s a big ol tease. and you’re not getting away with anything just because you want to, he might have let you before, but not now. he likes to be teased too, but just so you know, you’re getting punished for doing it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

okay this boy is LOUD. at first, he tries to be real quiet, then once a small whisper espcapes he’s just like fuck it and it slowly starts building up to a very… audible session.

he’s definitely one to talk during sex, not even just dirty talk, he will literally talk about anything lmao. but he always announces before he finishes, he repeats “i’m cumming” or “i’m going to cum” multiple times before actually doing so. you actually start finding it kind of cute and endearing.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

did i mention he’s a big fan of kissing lol. he embraces any and all types of kisses and it’s very gentle and delicate. sometimes (when you’re really taking him there) they become super hungry and he somehow manages to back you into the nearest thing, whether that’s the wall or the bed etc. that’s the first real sign that he’s horny.

honestly, i don’t think he’s that shy about talking about your sex lives with anyone. like he’ll offer advice and share his experiences with anyone willing to listen if you say he can, just because he empathises with those who might be nervous or on edge to try something.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s blessed what can i say? he’s longer than average and thicker than average AND knows how to use it (eventually). every inch of him is perfect and “down there” is no different. of course he’s vvv proud of his dick size and doesn’t hesitate to bring it up, but he actually kind of feels sorry for you having to take it all.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

when you first get into a relationship, although it’s quite high, he can control it so much so that it appears to you that it’s low. but soon you learn that he wants pussy every other day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

if you let him, he’d be asleep straight away lmao, but only if he could have his arms around you of course. but if you wanna stay up for a bit, he’s down. he hates morning sex because he’s too tired to go a whole day afterwards loool.

#smut #treasure smut #treasure imagines #jaehyuk #yoon jaehyuk #jaehyuk smut #yoon jaehyuk smut

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fandom-puff · 4 years

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My I please ask for smut alphabet for Cedric Diggory I am high on the boy right now 🥺💖

Thank you for requesting this! Love a bit of cedric ;)

Hope you enjoy this! Gif creds to owner :)

Cedric Diggory Smut Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Cedric loves having a hot bath with you after sex, rubbing out any tensions in your muscles, your back pressed to his chest as you soak in the suds. He makes sure to give you at least twenty kisses, all over the place

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His favourite part of his body is his strong, broad chest. He’s quite stocky in his build, but doesn’t mind, loving the sight of you curled against his chest

On you, he loves your eyes. They’re so expressive, so welcoming and warm- he could easily get lost in them

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) Cedric prefers to come inside you, and you can’t complain- you love the feeling of his warm come filling you up

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He really fancies the idea of taking you in places you’re not really meant to have sex. He’s such a model student, that he can’t help the little jolts of excitement he gets from having sex in empty classrooms and the quidditch lockers

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Cedric is FIT- lots of girls (and boys) fancy him, and he’s had a few partners, so he knows what he’s doing. He always manages to find new ways to make your knees weak

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) Missionary. He likes being on top, controlling the pace, making sure to elongate the moment (even when you beg to come)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) He sometimes makes little comments while you fuck that result in bouts of breathy laughter mixed in with moaning. More often than not though, he’s very concentrated on the moment.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) A patch of neat, dark curls sits proudly above his cock. He keeps it nice and trimmed and under control, which is his personal preference

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) Ced gets really into it- he's always kissing, licking, sucking or biting something, and in the moments when your skin isn’t getting marked up, he’s moaning praise for you into your flesh. He’s also really grabby?? Like he will happily grab onto anything just to hold you close to him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) He does it in the shower, sometimes, though with you, he doesn’t feel the need to. Still, he quite likes watching you touch yourself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Cedric is big on orgasm denial. He loves how needy you get when he keeps you on edge for ages, watching as you squirm and beg...

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

As mentioned in D, Cedric likes places where you’re not really meant to have sex... The prefect's bathroom is one of them, with its deep swimming pool/bath, the powerful showers and all the magical ointments and perfumes... it’s a sensory delight.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He does not need very much to get turned on. A sure-fire way to get him going is to bite your lip, even slightly.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Cedric really doesn’t like bragging about your sex life. To him, it’s something extremely private and intimate, a time only for you two to enjoy one another

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He’s eager to please- he learns very quickly the best ways to make your throb against his mouth The first time you went down on him, he did not last long, stroking your hair and gripping the sheets, his muscular thighs tensed hard to stop from bucking up into your throat... not that you would’ve minded.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Cedric is somewhere in the middle. He can go slow, he can pound you, but normally he’s somewhere in the middle, with strong thrusts that have your eyes rolling back

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He has mixed feelings. Sometimes he can wait to get you alone and enjoy you properly... sometimes you end up fucking right before quidditch practise, otherwise he’d come in his trousers like a juvenile

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s keen to explore with you, new things that could be just as pleasurable(or even more so) than what he already knows. Sometimes you’ll bring something up and he’ll just grin and say ‘go on then, darling,’

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

This boi is VERY athletic, climbing trees, doing quidditch and shit, so he can last a fair few rounds, each a substantial length. You’re normally the one who taps out before him

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any toys, but if you do, he’s more than eager for a demonstration ;)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Cedric can tease. He keeps his composure much better than you, and he uses this to his advantage, often leaving you breathless when you really should be concentrating on your charms essay

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He starts off quiet and gets progressively louder as he reaches completion, shouting out his release in a hoarse, strained voice

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He ADORES you in lingerie. Any colour, any style, any material. He just loves the look of you, all dressed up for him Often it will end up in tatters on the floor though, so don’t get too attached :)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Cedric is rather thick. He stretches you out so well, you often need a moment to adjust before he starts fucking you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It fluctuates. When he’s stressed, there's nothing he wants more than to fuck you into oblivion as you cry out for him. Other times, he won’t mind if you have sex or if you just cuddle for a bit.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends. He’s normally fine after a quickie, just needs a moment to catch his breath. After a proper round of sex, however, he loves curling up with you and nodding off, limbs tangled together

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blu-joons · 3 years

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DATING GOT7 HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Park Jinyoung

A ⇴ AFFECTION

He’ll pretend in front of others that he doesn’t care for affection, but the second the two of you are alone, he’ll love to cuddle up to you. He’s very private about your relationship, and his affection definitely reflects this.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

You’d caught him staring at you a few times whilst you worked on the set, but you just thought that was what he did. Little did you know, he was trying to build up the courage to approach you. You could tell straight away that he was a little standoffish around people he didn’t know, so you tried your best to just brush it to one side.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

Over time, that courage built up until Jinyoung decided he was ready. At the end of a recording one night, he walked over to you and asked if you had any plans for the rest of the evening. When you said no, he asked you if you wanted to grab dinner with him as he too was without plans for the evening. You thought he was just being friendly, but as the evening progressed, you soon realised exactly what the purpose of the dinner was.

D ⇴ DATES

He was a bit of an old school romantic when it came to your dates, Jinyoung didn’t like to do things too public in order to keep you safe, so he’d often invite you to his place for dinner or something casual. He’d often ask you if you minded your dates being so private, but you didn’t mind at all, the most important thing for you was being able to spend time with Jinyoung. If there was an important anniversary or you were celebrating something, he’d book a table at a restaurant, making sure that the two of you were at a private table so that he could continue to keep you safe.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

The only real experience he’d had of a relationship was through his acting, aside from that, he was pretty clueless. He always had an idea that programmes exaggerated the idea of love, but when he met you, he began to realise that maybe they were right all along. Most of the emotions were ones he’d only ever acted, but with you he was able to begin to experience them in real life. It was exciting for him more than anything else to experience his first real love, and never have to stand back and wait for someone to yell cut.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

At times, Jinyoung was very stubborn, which didn’t always end well for you both. Whilst you hated arguing, if Jinyoung felt that an argument needed to be had, he definitely wouldn’t back down. It was only when he’d begin to see you tearing back or trying to escape the situation, he’d realise that things couldn’t go on. One thing he’d never do was shout at you though, no matter how angry he got, he’d make sure to be calm and clear in expressing his feelings. Sometimes a night apart was what you both needed to resolve the situation, but eventually one way or another the two of you would work things out.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

Jinyoung decided to introduce you to his sisters first as they were more than excited to meet you. Luckily for you, the good impression you left on them meant they quickly let the rest of his family know how kind you were, which meant a huge family dinner was organised just a week or two later, which you had to attend.

H ⇴ HOME

There was no rush for Jinyoung to move you into his apartment, he wanted to take things slow and trust in his emotions. But after your first night at his place, he couldn’t deny how much he loved the company. He’d still build into it, maybe a couple of days, and then a week, and then if that worked well, he’d offer you a key to his home.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

You never imagined him being the first to say, ‘I love you,’ but when he came home from tour and saw you waiting for him, he couldn’t stop himself. You were more than surprised when he whispered it into your ear, even he was surprised for a few moments as you struggled to believe he’d just told you he loved you before he repeated it once again to make sure you knew it.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He wasn’t someone who got jealous often, he was quite sure of himself and trusted you always in any situation. You’d be able to tell pretty quickly if he was getting jealous because he’d glare at whoever or whatever the problem was. You would walk over and wave your hand in front of his eyes, but he wouldn’t stir, you’d have to physically grab him for him to jump back into reality. He’d try and convince you he was just in the middle of a daydream, but as you saw where he was looking, you knew exactly what was going on.

K ⇴ KIDS

It was something that Jinyoung was very secretive about, you could never quite gauge how he felt about having kids. When he brought it up one day, you were a little taken aback, once he began to talk about it, he couldn’t quite stop himself. He made it very clear that he’d never considered himself as a dad, but meeting you changed it all. He’d always loved kids, and with you, couldn’t wait to have his own.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

He wasn’t known for being someone who laughed often, which you learnt quite early on in your relationship. Jinyoung would often try and hold back his laughter, but you’d always spot him biting down on his bottom lip when he didn’t want you to see him laugh. He loved to make you laugh though, he was always coming out with stupid jokes or dodgy impressions that would bring a smile to your face. He never laughed as much as he did around you, sometimes at things that you did, but often just at how you acted too.

M ⇴ MISSING

Jinyoung would try hard to pretend that he didn’t miss you, whenever anyone asked, he’d just ignore it, but deep down, he struggled. He’d try and keep calm until he was back at his hotel or alone in the dressing room and then he’d reach for his phone. He was always searching for a message from you, and if there wasn’t one, he’d always text to make sure that you were alright. Even when he rang you, he’d smile through the suffering, but you knew Jinyoung a lot better than he thought you did, and you could always tell when he struggled. You’d often send Jaebum a text to let him know and ask of him to keep an eye on Jinyoung.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

Pet names weren’t a huge deal for Jinyoung, he didn’t mind what you called him, whereas he would often call you, ‘flower,’ or, ‘love,’ anything that he knew would make you smile.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Jinyoung was obsessed with your hands, he loved to be able to hold them and play with them when he felt nervous. They were a great comfort to him in knowing that you were there.

P ⇴ PDA

Again, Jinyoung wasn’t huge on affection in public, he’d much prefer to show you how he felt in your own private space. He’d often be found just holding your hand when you were in public, above all else he wanted to make sure that you were by his side and safe. He’d never talk about you too; he would keep stories and memories to himself.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He was very concerned about you; he’d always ask questions about you. If he had a random question about something you did in school, he’d ask it, or if he wanted to know what you did last week, he’d definitely enquire.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

His privacy of your relationship reflected in how he acted. It was well known that he loved to take photos, and he definitely loved to take photos of you. No one would ever see those photos though; they were for his eyes only. He had a whole album on his phone dedicated to you, which he kept a password on to make sure no one ever had a look apart from him.

S ⇴ SEX

Jinyoung likes to be dominant, he very much feels like it’s the man’s role to protect the lady in situations like these. He won’t be opposed to you dominating, but he won’t enjoy it as much. He doesn’t like to be rough too much, he’d much prefer to be an attentive and affectionate boyfriend and surround you with attention. He doesn’t talk too much either, he much prefers for it to be quiet so he can just enjoy the moment.

T ⇴ TEXTS

If Jinyoung texts you, reply quickly, otherwise your phone will blow up. If he sees you’ve not replied, he’ll instantly begin to worry and send you another text to make sure you’re alright, and if still there’s nothing, he’ll definitely give you a ring.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

He likes to consider himself a bit of a mystery, not many people can read Jinyoung often, he keeps his cards very close to his chest. However, you were the one that cracked the code, you always knew how he was feeling, or what he was thinking.

V ⇴ VACATION

Whenever the two of you went on holiday, you’d play third wheel to him and his camera. He’d take as many photos as he could on holiday, sometimes of the most random things, so that he could remember them. He loved exploring with you, he’d do plenty of research before you went away so he could find the best places to take you too and make sure you had the time of your life being on holiday with him.

W ⇴ WHINING

He didn’t tend to whine too much, but he was stubborn, if he lost at something or something didn’t go his way, he’d definitely start throwing a tantrum.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Throughout the day Jinyoung didn’t tend to kiss you often, he’d often save his kisses for late at night as the two of you settled to go to sleep. If he was feeling needy however, he’d definitely walk over to you and try and sneak a few kisses. He loved playing hard to get and switching off his feelings, but sometimes it just didn’t work. He’d try and fight the urge, but eventually you’d do something that would draw him to you.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were the one who understood him when at times he thought it was impossible.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Night-time was when Jinyoung became the most affectionate, he’d fall asleep in a heartbeat when he had you with him, he’d hold you tightly all night long, and massage all your muscles the following morning when you woke up numb.

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jojosbizarrefanfics · 3 years

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I like how you are writing Dabi in your fic! Do you do the NSFW alphabet? Maybe your take on that with him?

Thank you! I’m so glad you’re enjoying Eyes Blue!

I’ll write the NSFW alphabet, sure - here’s Dabi coming right up!

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Not as much of an aloof jerk as you’d think. He’s actually fairly attentive, massaging your hips and thighs while he tells you how good you were for him after a particularly rough fucking.

He needs quite a bit of aftercare, too, and once he trusts you enough, he’ll even ask you to help him make sure he didn’t fuck up any of his staples. If he’s getting an infection, it’ll be from a fight, not sex.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Caress his biceps with tender loving care (especially while he’s fucking you missionary style) and he is putty in your hands.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

He gets a thrill in watching you either swallow his cum or watching you lay beneath him as he covers you with his cum. It’s a bit of a possessive thing, but not to an unhealthy degree.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He acts the role of commandeering dom very convincingly, but deep down, he really just wants to be a sweet sub for you and have you take care of him. Won’t admit to this until there’s full trust and he’s had a very shitty day.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

I know a lot of the fandom thinks Dabi is the king of one night stands, but I disagree. Dabi knows what he’s doing and is fantastic in bed because he can pick up on your cues and is great at reading you, but his body count is fairly low.

F= Favorite position

Anything that allows him to see your face; he likes to watch your expressions as you cum. He’s otherwise not picky.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

I wouldn’t say he’s goofy in bed, but will wisecrack and not take himself entirely too seriously from time to time.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Given his burned skin situation, there’s not a ton of body hair for him to have to maintain.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Dabi is fairly rough, but not extremely so — he has his moments where sometimes he just enjoys to feel a connection with someone. He’s been deprived of it for so long that it hits him like a dump truck sometimes as you make love and he just can’t help it.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Jerks off before bed if you’re not available as a form of stress relief. Cheaper than therapy, right?

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Orgasm control, bondage, dom/sub relationship (he’s a secret switch that plays dom very well), and he’s a bit of an exhibitionist in the sense that while he doesn’t necessarily need others to see him fucking you, he definitely gets a thrill in knowing Shigaraki won’t sleep that night.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Anywhere and everywhere. Especially if there’s a slight risk of getting caught.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Act innocent and only a little submissive. It’ll turn him on to no end at the idea of completely ruining you.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

This is probably another hot take, but he won’t do anything that would cause physical pain to his partner or himself. He’s got a lot of trauma to unpack and the last thing he wants is to unpack it by accidentally triggering himself while he’s trying to have sex, thank you very much.

Also, nothing regarding bodily functions. He’s got sensitive skin what with those burns, and a golden shower is the last thing he needs.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Receiving: has been known to face fuck you from time to time. He gets really into it and can’t help himself, but will be respectful if you gag and slow it down.

Giving: extremely skilled with his mouth. Loves to eat you out only to bring you to the brink of an orgasm and then deny you of it. Loves the feeling of your fingers in his hair while he’s between your legs.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

He lasts a while, especially considering how much build up there is, but once he’s inside you he doesn’t last terribly long. His pace varies with his mood and what types of kinks you’re experimenting with.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

He doesn’t prefer quickies, but given his lifestyle, they’re semi-frequent. He’s learned to make the most of them with some rougher fun.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Dabi will try anything at least once (within reason) if he trusts you enough.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

He could go three times in a day if you have a quickie, but since he likes to draw things out with some orgasm denial, typically just once or twice a day.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

If he trusts you (as aforementioned), he’d be willing to let you try some toys on him. He especially enjoys tying you up, blindfolding you, and edging you with a vibrator and then leaving you to wonder when he’ll finally finish the job if he’s got League business to attend to. Don’t worry - he eventually gets around to it and doesn’t leave you hanging there too long. He’s not that much of an asshole.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Dabi will deny you an orgasm for the sport of it. He loves to make you beg and say his name. He won’t admit it, but he loves when you exhibit the confidence to return the favor from time to time - even if he has to punish you for that later to maintain his reputation.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

He lays the dirty talk on pretty thick. More of a groaner in bed than anothing else when he’s feeling pleasure, though

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

The fastest way to gain Dabi’s full trust in the bedroom are little thoughtful things: be mindful of his skin as to not accidentally hurt him, praise him after a long day, wear lingerie you think he may like, etc.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Slightly above average length with an average girth. It’s definitely impressive, but no so big of a cock that it hurts. Just right!

I know a lot of people headcanon him with dick piercings, but given how sensitive all of his skin must be (not just the burned parts), I actually don’t think he does. If it’s not burned and he doesn’t need a staple, I imagine he’d like to keep his dick perfectly in tact.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Very high sex drive if the right person is in his life. But it’s not so high that it interferes with his overall goals

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

He will never admit it, but is prone to passing out not long after sex. He gets a bit more cuddly in his post-sex sleepy state than he’d care to admit

#dabi x reader #dabi smut #toya todoroki x reader #bnha smut #gender netural reader

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tendoki · 4 years

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Hi could you maybe write tendou's reaction to his S/O mentioning they wanted to 😉😉do the do😉😉 with him for the first timee? Esp since they love him so much. Not actually NSFW necessarily just their conversation thank youuuu

I HAVE BEEN OUT OF COMMISSION FOR WAY TOO FUCKING LONG SO LETS KICK START THIS WITH SOME SOFT HORNY

i interpreted this as asking him to take your virginity, not as if you guys fucked for the first time but you had prior experience! lmk if you want that instead babe 🥺

ASKING TENDOU TO TAKE YOUR VIRGINITY (under the cut is very nsft)

okay!! so no 1. tendou is not a fucking virgin. im sorry but theres no way hes NOT fucked.

hes a pretty approachable guy when hes not doin his creepy court shit, and he just. radiates 'hey i have a FAT fucking cock' so hes kinda popular with girls (and a few guys, this man is bisexual no you cant change my mind)

if you bring up sex too early in the relationship, he wont go through with it! nothing to do with you, but he does still kinda have some internalised insecurity and the idea that youre willing to be so vulnerable to him? WACK

be patient with him, assure him that you trust him fully and that you dont think hed do anything to hurt you (unless u asked 👀)

he wants to fuck you. so bad. so PLEASE dont misinterpret his reluctance as him thinking youre undesirable! he knows how much virginity can mean to someone and how in some experiences can shape and warp that persons relationship with sex as a whole.

he asks you if theres any kinks youre interested in, he wont indulge you in any hardcore stuff for a while, wanting you to get used to normal vanilla sex first so you guys can build up and you can compare the comfort and pleasure between normal and WILD

most of these talks happen late at night, after a makeout, both of you are horny but ten isnt willing to possibly hurt you in a less than sexy way and you dont wanna push him into just doing it already

he asks if youve ever watched porn! and the two of you have a discussion that is basically about how porn commonly does not accurately represent sex, and he is very open about how losing your virginity can sometimes be a lot less pleasurable than youre expected to believe, and that you will need to be prepared and that tendou is NOT going to make your very first time having sex a traumatic experience, he is ensuring your comfort and safety even at the expense of his own pleasure (and maybe yours, if you expected to do a head dive first into the world of bdsm)

you guys start off SLOW. he wants to spend at least a month just learning you and how you react to things!! he will ask you to masturbate for him (id be so embarrassed zznbxn)

SEVERLY NSFT PART!! PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!

hes very comforting through the whole thing! he assures you as he watches that he thinks youre beautiful, and at one point slips out his cock and starts.. you know ;)

once you show him how you get yourself off, this bitch corrects your technique?? TEN??

at first, he just holds your wrists and maneuvers your hands around, or stimulates your uh ///nipples/// while you continue doing your thing

then hes using his own long ass fingers and long ass hands and it is HEAVEN

the whole time this is going on, hes experimenting with hickies and learning where your sweet spots are, leaving little love bites everywhere his long ass neck can reach

once the masturbation/fingering phase is over, you two move on to dry humping

theres nothing this man loves more than seeing you get yourself off on his thigh no you cant change my mind.

this is like week 2 of preparing you for dodos fucking SCHLONG

and really, he was gonna move onto toys next and try to open you up with those a lot more

instead, youre practising the fingering phase again, and his mouth is there biting and sucking at your thighs

he cant help himself and after asking if you wanted to try something else and implementing a tap-out system for if you dont like it

he dives into that pussy/dick, he is eating you out/sucking you off with animalistic fervour

all while still continuing with his blessed hands

youre shaking after your orgasm, your legs are twitching and your mind is way too fucked out to give a single shit about the sheets on your bed being stained with sweat and cum (tendous, as he shamefully admits, turns out he really likes the sight of you begging and writhing around, not a drop of your own can be found because rest assured, despite having one of the smallest appetites in the whole haikyuu universe he wasnt letting a DROP escape from him)

he doesnt fuck you straight after, he cleans you up and gives his dick and whatever you have some time to rest

he doesnt want to overdo it on your first time, also a really sadistic part of him wants you to feel the burn of him stretching you open entirely, he wants to see your pretty little face contorted and tear stricken

he doesnt hurt you (on purpose) when he finally does take your virginity, probably a day or two after that

but when you start shuddering and whining about him slowing down and crying because hes so damn big, he gets off on it far more than hed ever like to admit

his aftercare is fantastic

cleaning you up, kissing away your tears and very gently picking you up so he can change the bed sheets

he spends a while after it talking you to sleep, telling you about how beautiful you are and that he couldnt be more thankful for you

once you wake up, he orders takeout and you guys snuggle up together and watch gnomeo and juliet with your chow mein

hes so perfect you can really feel my bias for him lol

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panicinart · 3 years

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🔞Nsfw alphabet🔞

🍪 06 Billy Lenz 🍪

This was at the beginning just a giant ramble on my part but then I decided to just make it a nsfw alphabet since a lot of the things I already wrote fit under the category's. Because not all 100% fit in it I changed a few things on the templates I found and made more or less one of my own, i guess it's more detailed???

also i feel on one part really fucking awkward and uncomfortable because of the backstory he has :/ I just ignored it hope that's okay UwU

Idk, I hope you guys enjoy it !

Edit: I sadly can't add a under the cut thingy apparantly it's broken on mobile and I'm only on mobile for tumblr. Sorry :(

A = Aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

🍪The after glow makes him feel more vulnerable then the whole act itself, kinda like post nut clarity. Please be soft and gentle with him. Wait a few minutes until he gathered himself and ask if it's okay to touch him.

🍪If he assures you it's okay 👏HUG👏THIS👏MAN👏. A big and gentle bear hug, small kisses around the eyebrows, cheek and forehead, he will MELT in your arms like sweet honey.

🍪He will nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck a bit, you will also hear some soft muttering from him. Nothing that really makes sense, but it's clear that they are small declarations of love.

B = Body part (how is their body build? any favorite body part of them and their partner?)

🍪He has a bit of a belly, enough to squeeze but not enough to get a full hand. He also has a good a amount of muscle, especially on the arm and shoulder area.

🍪To be honest Billy doesn't really have any favorite body part of himself, since the day of his trauma he doesn't really concentrate on how his body is, how it feels, what he likes or doesn't like. But if His s/o has any favorite body part on him and they tell Billy what it is, it will make his day and watches out to keep it healthy and the way his partner likes it.

🍪Billy really likes his partners cheeks and eyes. Your cheeks color themself into a pretty pinkish red when embarrassed or flustered, and your eyes are a gateway to your many emotions, they also have such a pretty, warm and welcoming twinkling in them when you look at him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

🍪More on the translucent type and heavy on the tongue. It is a normal amount and the taste a bit bitter. At first it has a strong taste but fades away quite quickly.

🍪It's also more watery and a bit sticky kinda like honey.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, do they have a dirty secret?)

🍪My guy has bit of a masochistic tendency, he ignores it and doesn't want to talk about it. You will finde out eventually how deep the rabbit hole goes.

🍪He also wishes to be more on the submissive side for Intimacy but his own mind doesn't allow it. The risk on geting a PTSD flashback and panic attack is to high, so it just stays as a fantasy.

E = Experience (do they know what they're doing?)

This is the part I ignore because I fell REALLY uncomfortable about it

F = Favorite position (which position(s) do the like the most?)

🍪He likes it too keep it traditional, plain old missionary style, but anything were he is on top and has full few of your body is good! It will just take some time until he is willing to try new positions.

G = Goofy (are they more serious or do the like to clown around?)

🍪Dead serious, no laughing no joking. If you joke around you can see his distaste on his face, he also makes an annoyed click noise with his tongue and roll his eyes.

🍪It's more because it makes him feel like you don't take it seriously, the way he shows himself for you the amount of trust he shows, it all makes him feel like you don't respect it or take it for granted.

🍪But that doesn't mean you can't laugh around if something awkwardly funny happens, like bumping heads or geting too tangled up. If Billy is in a good mood you might catch a smirk on his face.

H = Hair (any hair down there? How do they groom it?)

🍪The hair is relatively strong and straight, it isn't really long and well kept. It's the same color as the hair on the head.

🍪If it gets too out of hand he will trim it with a razor.

I = Intimacy (how are they during sex in a romantic aspect?)

🍪The hands wander a bit and massages any place Billy can reach (usually the arms and hips). He also always keeps eye contact, you don't need to do it back, but his intense stare will always be on you.

🍪Kisses, gentle touches, him nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck happens quite frequently. He also might stop for a second to admire your beauty.

J = Jack off / Jill off (how do they masturbate and how often?)

🍪He goes straight to it, fast and relatively rough pumps he usually uses his hands but somehow he got his fry fingers on a simple fleshlight, he sometimes uses it.

🍪Will clean up IMMEDIATELY

🍪It's really rare Billy jack's off and often he just ignores the glimpse of horniness he has. So maeby once or twice a month max.

K = Kink (any kinks?)

🍪At the beginning my guy is very vanilla but Billy finds what he enjoys very quickly.

🍪One kink you both indulge is mutual masturbatetion. Sometimes he doesn't feel secure enough for sex so it's a good way to please the need of intimacy. Plus watching his partner touching themself and making a small show for him is really hot.

🍪You have 3 guesses what comes next. Yep it's voyeurism, he isn't that much into it like OG Billy but he still enjoys it nonetheless. Just walk around with barely any clothes and do your usual stuff, you will catch him starring at you from a corner with a heavy blush on his cheeks.

🍪He is also into cockwarming, Billy often keeps his dick inside his s/o for a while after he came. He loves how close it makes him feel towards you and the comforting warmth you give.

🍪Orgasm denial on himself, you don't even need to start it he probably already started it himself, but you can encourage Billy to hold it back longer.

🍪He also enjoys edging, he indulges in it more often then he likes to admit

For some reason I headcanon that he is also into sounding but it's a guilty pleasure of his

L = Location (were do they like to have sex?)

🍪Bed, it's nice warm and comfy. But with some time he also is willing to have sex on the couch.

M = Motivation (what turns them on/gets them going?)

🍪The jaw and back of the ear is a great place to give kisses and soft touches, it's calming and reassuring for him, but also a turn on.

🍪The inner thighs is also a place if you want to turn him on but good god the man has some self control.

🍪Billy absolutely melts when his partner cuddles up to him, he might stiffen up a bit but the cute expression you have and the way you snuggle up to him warms his cold crusty heart (and it also makes his body go brrrrr).

🍪If his partner, like mentioned before, walks around with bairly any clothes, phew, he will lighten up like a Christmas tree.

N= No (what's a turn off/they don't want to do?)

🍪Anything were the consent isn't clear or maeby questionable (consensual noncon).

🍪He also refuses to hurt his partner even if they ask for it, the only thing you might get is a soft slap on the inner thigh if you act bratty.

🍪Billy being submissive is a no too, he needs to be in control and therefore is always the dom.

O = Oral (do they like to give or receive? How is their skill? How do they react during receiving?)

🍪He is really good at oral! The tounge is quite thick and a bit longer then the norm so he reaches all the right places and it will take a really long time until his jaw aches.

🍪It's also a way he pleasures his partner if the needed inner security isn't there, he just goes down on you until you scream in pleasure and beg him to stop.

🍪Billy is a bit embarrassed if you suggest to him to go down, but accepts it after a while of thinking, and let me tell you, he is a MESS.

🍪He really tries to stay calm and stoic, but his heavy breathing and restlessness say otherwise. He also often chokes out a moan and gulps heavily.

🍪When he cums his head falls back and lets out a shameless moan, with a desperate attempt to keep face Billy claps a hand on his mouth to stifle out the moan.

P = Pace (how is their thrusting? Hard, fast, deep ect)

🍪Slow and more on the sensual side but it is clear as day that he is nervous and cramps up. His whole body is tense and in between he just freezes up. Give him time, the best is to mimic his pace.

🍪It's very nice and calming. He might be bad at showing affection but you can feel the passion and love he gives every touch and move. The thrust are slow and rhythmic but also hard and deep.

Q = Quickie (do they like Quickies, if yes how often?)

🍪He doesn't like it, sex is a way to express his love and passion for you it's never about lust, quickies don't give him the time to show you his affection.

R = Risk (any risk their willing to do?)

🍪He can be the bottom if asked, you both need clear instructions on what to do and what not. Safe words is also a must + a lot of Aftercare.

S = Stamina (how long can they go? How long do they last?)

🍪It's usually 2 rounds but they're loooong. Billy's self control is going strong and one round can last up to 30-45 min if you both want to take your precious time. If you both are going hard on the orgasm denial he can last up to a hour.

T = Toys (any toys they like? If yes, what toys do they like on themselves and on their partner?)

🍪He doesn't really have an opinion on them, they exist, he used / tryd out a few but he is kind of meh about it.

🍪The only toy he uses is a see-through simple fleshlight.

🍪Billy is also okay with his s/o using toys on themselves, he encourages it a bit since he's not always able to meet their needs.

🍪If you want him to use toys on you, you need to ask and explain what they do. He knows simple dildos and vibrators but if they don't look like traditional dicks he is lost and doesn't know what it is for / how to use it. (Billy is kinda iffy about bondage stuff and things that can hurt his partner).

Use a sounding rod, but sssshhh you don't have that info from me

U = Unfair (are they a tease? How do they react if teased?)

🍪Sometimes he is a smug bastard that likes to tease you and wait until his partner begs him to continue, especially if he goes down. But that's really it.

🍪If Billy is the one that is getting teased he can take that shit like a champ. But after a while his walls break and he becomes a blushy mess, depending with what you tease him he will look away shyly. But don't go overboard.

V = Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

🍪 Billy rarely talks or makes any noise if not non, so you need to learn how to read his body language, it's okay if you don't succeed at the beginning, the man is hard to read.

🍪 The only noise you get from him are deep growly grunts, huff's if you're really good he will choke up a moan.

W = Wild card (random nsfw headcanon(s))

🍪Oof sex going to take a loooooonnnng time until he feels comfy with it. The trauma in his past is the main reason why he feels so conflicted with it.

🍪It probably will take MONTHS when not a year until he feels comfortable with it (and doesn't shove away his horniness) but when it happens it's very spontaneous. Nothing that he plans.

🍪When you both managed to get undress fully, foreplay is a must! Not only can you both learn what is the right place to touch and what not, it's also a good way to show him a positive side of sex and that it isn't just a game of lust.

🍪Also small note here it's normal that he dips out of sex, he could get a flashback or just doesn't feel comfortable with it anymore. If that happens, just give him space maeby a cup of hot chocolate and if he allows it some back rubs to calm down. Assure him it's okay and he doesn't need to pressure himself. You both probably need like 2 or 3 times until it goes to the meat of the things.

🍪Usually a top dom, if you both are together for a longer time he might goes bottom dom, but these moments are rare.

🍪The giving and receiving in general is mostly balanced but honestly only because he needs the reassurance of your love so baldy, if it wasn't for that, he would mostly do the work,(the control it gives him helps to fight against any nervousness and fear that there might be hiding).

🍪So if your a bit of a pillow princess / prince / heir to the throne you got the right partner!

X = X-ray (what's going on under those clothes?)

*cracks knuckles* 'aight, let's fucking go

🍪Billy is shorter then average not by much, but oh boy he is THICK. This makes him roughly about 5,2 inches in length and 6.5 girth when erect.

The avrage American dick is in length 6 inches and girth 5, as comparison

🍪He has two notable veins on the underside, their sensitive so give it a good lick, you will feel him shudder.

🍪His junk also hangs a bit, about a 50° degree angle, it varies a bit depends how aroused he is.

🍪And it is also yellow like the rest of Billy's body, just not that intense and on the tip, it has less of a yellow and more of a caucasian skin color.

Y = Yearning (how high is their libido?)

🍪 He isn't that interested in sex so it's pretty low. I headcanon him as demisexual.

🍪On is own he may have sex once a month or so.

Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep?)

🍪Billy's s/o will fall asleep faster then him, always. He uses this moment to play with his partners hair or give them a few kisses.

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ereawrites · 4 years

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Tim Drake - NSFW Alphabet!

this was not requested

taglist: @daddyissuesmademe @idkmanicantenglish

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Tim, as much as he enjoys it in the moment, can’t cope with being messy/sweaty etc after you’re done. He likes to shower together after sex - lots of kisses, mumbling how amazing you are into your skin, cleaning each other while half-holding each other up with exhaustion. After that, he loves to go back to bed and play with your hair while you both drift off to sleep. This is one of the only times Tim will sleep straight through the night.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, Tim likes his hands. He has long, slender fingers: much of his childhood was spent playing piano, and his handwriting is gorgeous when he actually tries. They’re often stained with ink, which reminds him how hard he works. Also... major fingering kink. Huge. He will happily finger you for hours.

On you, Tim is absolutely in love with your shoulders, collarbones, and neck. He thinks they all look so graceful and elegant. During foreplay and a lot of sex, Tim basically has to have his lips somewhere in this area. A surefire way to catch his attention is to wear an off-shoulder dress, or a nice necklace. (He may ask you to keep the necklace on during sex).

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Looooves to come onto your chest and collarbones. He isn’t so keen on coming inside, mostly because it lowkey terrifies him, but he can be convinced in the heat of the moment if you ask nicely enough. Tim comes a lot. Even after one round, there’s still a lot coming out of there. You will need a lot of tissues.

As an extension of the fingering kink, if you squirt, Tim will go absolutely nuts. He’ll totally lose his mind, and keep going until you do it three more times. He doesn’t care if he gets messy. He’s a champ and he powers through and it actually turns him on a ridiculous amount.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

...he didn’t mean to do it, he just couldn’t help himself. It was one of the first times you slept at the manor, and you had to rush home in the morning - you quickly woke him up to say goodbye, but he was in the middle of a sex dream, and in all the rush you left behind your sweatshirt. Tim ended up holding it to his nose and furiously jacking off right after you left.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s definitely messed around with a few people by the time he meets you, but he’s quite possibly a virgin. Tim takes a long time to open up to anyone enough to actually have sex with them, so he tends to stick to foreplay for a long time. However, this means he’s very, very talented at foreplay; he’s also a very quick learner, and he loves to spend a long time getting to know his partner’s body. So, yes, he definitely knows what he’s doing, he just might be a little shy at first.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl or the face-off. He loves being topped, and watching you on top of him is heaven for him. Plus, he can get to your clit easily in these positions. He’s totally happy to experiment with any positions you like, though.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Tim’s generally more serious - he doesn’t get much time with you, and he wants to be fully involved and focused in the moment. Especially for the first few times you have sex, Tim has a very intense focus about him, and he’s totally concerned with your pleasure. Once he learns your body more, though, moments of goofiness and laughter can shine through.

H = Harmony (do they like music in the background?)

Once Tim gets his hands on you, everything else is tuned out. He couldn’t care less about what’s going on in the background. The one exception to this is if there are other people in the building: Tim tries to have some background music or radio to seem less suspicious.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Tim’s only really likely to have sex with you if he genuinely loves you, or at least cares about you very deeply. You can feel this in each of his touches. It’s as if he’s in awe of you, literally worshipping your body, and there’s a very specific kind of gentle, loving intensity. If you’re taking charge, it’s quite common for him to gasp, god, you’re perfect, I love you so much-

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Outside of a relationship, Tim almost never jacks off. He often goes months without touching himself, simply because he never allows himself to relax enough to do so. He’ll only ever do it if, for example, you inadvertently get him so riled up that he can’t control it any longer. Even once he’s in a relationship, he rarely does it. He’d prefer to wait for you. Phone sex is the big exception, though - regular business trips are made a little easier by hearing your voice.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Masochist, femdom, bondage (on you or him), vibrators and cock rings, risky/semi-public sex, fingering, sensation play e.g. ice, blindfolds (on him), hair pulling, hickeys (on you), edging, sending nudes

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

1. The bedroom

2. Shower

3. Office/kitchen counter (tie)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The easiest way to turn Tim on is, simply, to let it be known that you want him while also encouraging him to relax. Press up against him when you kiss him a goodbye on the cheek in the morning, and you’ll be in his head all day. Run your nails down his shoulders while you massage them. Coax him into bed because you ‘can't sleep without him”. Tim is always lowkey horny, you just have to get him thinking about sex.

Once you get going, Tim very easy gets caught up in everything. He lives to hear your moans and watch your expressions. The more pleasure he gives you, the more he wants to give.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No sharing. Tim has enough insecurities, and he doesn’t want that amplified by getting someone else involved. He also doesn’t want anything that has the potential to cause real harm (e.g. knives) - pain is fine, but he would never forgive himself if he genuinely hurt you. As for turn offs, Tim doesn’t like anyone who is too full of themselves or overly arrogant. He also hates someone who acts too aloof.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Tim does enjoy giving oral - especially after you’ve came once or twice already - but, again, he’d honestly prefer to finger you or at least have his hands involved. He finds it stupidly hot if you sit on his face. He doesn’t care if he can’t breathe, he’ll literally grab your hips and pull you down onto him harder.

He definitely prefers to receive (he isn’t selfish, he repays you) since it’s one of the only times he can completely let go. As much as he knows it’s a cliche, he goes absolutely crazy for a blowjob under his office desk.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He usually goes for a slow, intense pace if he’s in control. He wants to savour every moment and each one of your reactions; that means a steady, thorough pace, so he can angle each one of his thrusts just right. However, when he’s particularly high on adrenaline (or jealous) he adopts a faster and less sensual pace.

If you’re taking the reins, Tim’s a sucker for a rougher pace. Tease him by going slow at first, then work it up so you’re practically bruising his hips with how hard you’re riding him, and watch his eyes roll right back into his skull.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Of course Tim prefers to take the time to really indulge, but his schedule doesn’t often allow that. The majority of sex with Tim is probably quickies. For example: in his office on his lunch break, on the kitchen table before leaves for work, in a side alley on a quiet night of patrol. He also loves a quick phone call in the middle of meetings. Once you figure out how to rile him up enough and get him in the mood, you’ll receive a lot of frantic and desperate calls.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Obviously. He gets off so much on knowing there’s a risk of being caught, pressing his palm over your mouth while he buries his own moans in the crook of your neck. He’s much less keen on risking any harm to you.

As for experimentation, Tim is all for it, but you have to give him time to research it first. He needs to be fully prepared and informed for anything he does. Tim’s actually pretty likely to suggest new things, depending on whatever he finds during this research: especially as he becomes more experienced, he suggests a lot of new things to try together (pegging). He trusts you completely.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Pretty good stamina - enough to make you come at least once, but he usually chooses to slow down and pace himself so he can make you come two or three times (<3). He kind of loses it and comes fast if you ride him hard and maybe push him down, but he’ll make up for it. Tim’s entirely capable of going two or three rounds if you’ve got the time and the energy; this generally happens when he comes home after a few weeks away. If you’re feeling down or insecure, though, there’s at least 2 rounds of body worship coming your way.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I’m just gonna say it. Tim has a butt plug. He busts it out after particularly stressful weeks, and although it’s something he initially keeps quiet, he can be convinced to bring it into your bed if that’s something you’re into. He also loves it when you use cockrings or restraints on him. On you, Tim absolutely loves using vibrators.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not the biggest tease at first, but the real teasing comes when he starts edging you. Tim doesn't necessarily mean it in a cruel way - unless you’ve asked him to - and it’s more in a way of building you up to an even stronger orgasm. He feels a little bad if he teases you too much. Even when he’s playfully flirting, he never really takes it far enough for it to become teasing - he prefers to stay vaguely suggestive and let your mind do the rest. For Tim, it’s all about you teasing him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lots of breathy moans, pants of your name, and this can sometimes devolve into whimpers as he gets closer to his orgasm. He doesn’t often verbalise, since he’s normally too far gone to actually string sentences together, but when he does it’s praise. He’s not ridiculously loud but his moans are pretty much constant, and occasionally you get one out of him that the neighbours definitely hear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He comes on the spot the first time you bite his shoulder.

X = X-marks the spot (where’s their favourite place to give/receive hickies)

Tim doesn't exactly have a possessive streak, but he can become easily insecure and likes to know that you're clearly ‘his’. He loves to leave hickies across your collarbone, just low enough that they can be covered if need be, but he secretly goes wild if you leave them just poking out over the collar of your shirt. He thinks they’re a little juvenile, though, so he doesn’t mark you unless something sets him off.

He has quite pale skin and bruises very easily. This makes him a dream to leave marks on. He tells you not to, since they’re a pain to explain to the family, but if you suck bruises into his hipbones during a blowjob he’s going to have to bite down on his hand to keep quiet.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As above - he’s pretty much always lowkey, background-level horny. Tim is always up for sex, as long as you get him thinking about it for a few hours beforehand. In the average week, Tim will probably go for sex around two times, but this can be more if you’ve been apart for a long time beforehand.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You’ve got about ten to fifteen minutes to clean up, tell him how much you love him, and get back into bed before he’s out like a light. On the upside, Tim’s very cuddly after sex, and you’ll wake up wrapped in his arms.

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grabthemhorns-old · 4 years

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Damn, I can't hide over here xD In any case, if you're still up for it, how about doing the alphabet for Beel and/or Belphie?

Smut Alphabet - Belphie

Here’s my one for Belphie :3 he’s my fav boi, so this is a bit spicy and my fav one.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- You’ve never been snuggled and cuddled as much after sex as with Belphie. He wraps himself around you like he’s afraid you’ll leave or let go. He nuzzles into your neck, peppering it with kisses, soft, sleepy moans tickling your neck before he quickly falls asleep, moulded against your body, the warmth of his breath rhythmic against your skin. He’s nearly always first to fall asleep, and you don’t mind, happy to watch him fall away in your arms with a smile that’s only for you.

If the sex has been particularly rough though, he’s attentive, gentle, making sure any hurts are kissed away, touched away, and embraced. It’s these times that you’re first to sleep. He watches you, making sure you’re absolutely okay afterwards.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- Belphie loves his Demon visage. His horns, his tail, his marks. He LOVES it when you touch any of them for any excuse.

Grab onto his horns while riding him; stroke them gently while he lazily gives you oral; pull his tail while you peg him; bite into where his demon birth marks are, making your own mark. He loves it because it reaffirms that you love his demon form too, and that you’re no longer afraid.

-He loves your thighs, he loves burying himself between your legs, with horns out and not, feeling warm and cosy, kissing, licking, drawing his claws lightly up and down the skin so lightly it tickles. He’ll happily tease you for so long between your thighs, his soft laugh rumbling against your skin.

But also...your neck. It’s fragile - a beacon of your mortality-, beautiful, a memory bad....that you both turn good. He loves the way he can feel and see your heartbeat against the skin; the way the skin feels thin beneath his lips, and the rumble of your voice, your moans as he touches you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- Usually, the lazy boy prefers to finish inside. And especially in your mouth. It just feels so good. But he has a particular preference for covering your face as messily as he can. He quite enjoys the favour being returned too.

Belphie will lazily clean up with his tongue if he’s in the mood.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- He wants to share you with Beel, aka, threesome.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

- Belphie’s had plenty of experience. Maybe not as much as some of his brothers - his laziness taking over - but he knows what to do. Even with humans, since he used to visit the human realm a lot. But it’s been a while, and demon and human bodies need different treatment he’s soon reminded.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- Anything that’s incredibly intimate. Limbs tangled, looking at you, close enough to kiss. Probably side to side.

His other favourite is you on top, riding. So he can lay back and watch you in all your glory, his tail wrapped around you to steady you, his hands wandering as he pleases.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

- Belphie is more serious during sex, as he’s come to claim it as a time to grow and build with you. If he is humorous, it’s darker humour during your more kinky sessions, with that low, slow laugh you’ve come to know and love.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

- He trims himself mostly. He asks you what you prefer and does as such, happy to please you. There’s a white streak down there too, just like his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- Lots of Belphie’s guilt and regret comes through initially during your sex, and it’s intense. He wants to make it up to you, showing you how sorry he is, how much he wants to repent and love you. It almost spills into absolute adoration at times, and although you enjoy it, you remind him that this relationship is both ways. You make sure there’s time for him too - to nurture the fragility of his heart and mind as you both heal together, your unexpected love the gold between the cracks.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- Being lazy, he doesn’t do it too often, but when you arrived the frequency did increase. He used to do it when you visited him in the attic behind the door, when he was manipulating you. He got off on it.

Then after it all, he didn’t do it for a while, the guilt weighing on him, but as he realised your smile for him was really real, he let himself jack off to the thought of you again, this time to just, kissing you, to holding you, to just wanting you.

He sometimes lazily jacks off in the morning if he wakes up before you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- Choking and breath play. Belphie loves to use his tail to do so. And you both use it to make the bad memories of his hands around your neck, to good. It might take a while for you to trust him to do it - or you might crave it from the start - but however you do it, it’s one of his biggest kinks, and he loves that he can do it from lying on his back while you ride him too, as well as so up close he can feel the breaths he’s stealing away.

- TW: consensual somnophilia.

Another one he loves, is consensual somnophilia. He brings it up with you and you talk it through. He loves the idea of you sleeping and touching you, feeling you, waking you up with his mouth between your legs; with his fingers sticky. And he wants the same. He wants to be lazily woken with your lips around his cock, or pushed on his back, while you fumble on top, watching as his eyes slowly open, as his tail feels before his hands.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

- Either of your beds. Cushion piles. The sofa. Soft spaces that Belphie loves to nap on are his favourite places to have sex.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- Touching and teasing. He loves it when you’re snuggled on the sofa or chair, or standing in the kitchen and being handsy, whispering against his ear. He loves it if the teasing lingers on for hours, or if it happens in places and moments that you both absolutely can’t do anything about it. If you tease him from afar, say in the RAD classroom, bending over, glancing from afar, crossing legs, showing off your neck, your thighs; sending dirty texts and nudes are a huge YES, and doing it throughout the day, as a long, long build up until you both see each other again into an explosion of fucking, is one of Belphie’s fav things.

-Dirty talk. Especially doing it in public places and situations like above.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- There is very, very little Belphie won’t do. He is up for a LOT.

A turn off is probably whips as it reminds him somewhat of Lucifer. But he can improvise.

He also has a thing about being restrained himself and anything that makes him too claustrophobic due to being locked up. He enjoys bondage on you, but on him not so much.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- Being a lazy boy, Belphie does a preference to receive, but when he gives, he gives good. He gives his all, for a long, long time, until you are absolutely spent. Part of it is from his favourite body part being your thighs, and he’s nestled comfortably right between them.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- Slow and sensual is the default for Belphie. He loves to feel every movement and touch with you, taking in each curve and edge. Even when you’re both being kinky or rough, it’s often sensual and slow. You’d think it was just his laziness, the sloth of his mantle, but Belphie wants to etch every detail of you, to take in all of you now that he has you. He doesn’t want to forget a thing.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- Belphie doesn’t do many quickies. He’s much more a fan of the build up of teasing, tension, to later when you can both go to your bed, cushions or somewhere that’s yours, and spend as long as you want to fuck. Sometimes though, his impatience will win over and he’ll drag you away. He’s more a fan of oral quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- Yes! Belphie is into trying new things with you that you neither of you have tried. There’s quite a bit he’s done with previous Devildom partners that he’s keen on trying with you - but he’s a little nervous about your human body, especially remembering how easily he broke it before.

He’s often the one to suggest new - and kinky - things.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- Despite his mantle, Belphie can go as long as you need as as he wants during sex. Being a demon has its advantages. He will sleep even longer afterwards though to recover, and needs longer in-between each orgasm than others. He might not have the stamina to go and go and go, but he has it when it counts.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- Belphie owns lots of toys! He’s a big fan. If he’s feeling particularly tired or lazy, he enjoys that a toy can do the work for him, and vice versa. You understand, and indulge him in this, buying new and fun toys for you both that you can share and enjoy together. He particularly enjoys using them on you, and also watching you use them on yourself until he gets the energy to join in or take over.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- As we covered before, teasing is a BIG fav of Belphie. Between you both. The build up to sex is one of his favourite things and the teasing is a big part of that for Belphie. Also, having the upper hand in the teasing too is his favourite.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- Belphie is usually quiet. He has low, longing moans that he loves to sound into your ear or against your neck with a kiss. He likes to muffle himself that way, or into a pillow or just against you somehow. He loves to encourage you to be loud though, to hear just how good he’s making you feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

- Belphie can cum solely from stimulating his horns when he’s really turned on, and sometimes the base of his tail.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

- Demon cocks relate to their visage. They have scales? So does their cock.

Belphie’s birth mark spreads over his cock too, the black patches wrapping around the thick length with skin that is rougher than you’re used to. His tip is unique. It’s split, as if there’s two heads and it’s hella fun to suck, and the first time you felt it inside, it was wild. He didn’t feel self conscious about it when you first got together, as you hadn’t been the first non demon he’d been with, but he did warn you things would be...different.

He is also pierced. At the tip and once along the shaft. It's not his only body piercings, but you love how they feel in you and against your tongue.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- His sex drive is high, but his motivation can be low sometimes from his mantle of Sloth. Your teasing together often negates that though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- Belphie falls asleep VERY quickly after. He loves just sinking into your arms, feeling loved, satisfied, and whole. He’s so used to falling asleep, but this time it’s different. He’s needed, wanted, and trusted.

There are times though, when he stays awake, watching until you’re asleep, stroking your hair, listening to you breathe. There’s never really been a time when he didn’t want to sleep, but with you, he’d happily stay awake forever, watching, waiting, in love.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me masters #belphegor #belphie #obey me belphie #belphie/mc #replies #ask desdi #v-witchd-2332

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soldierfirstclasszeldafair · 3 years

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AN: Thank you so much for requesting! Sorry I didn’t get this out sooner. I’ve been overwhelmed with school and didn’t want it to show in my writing. Please let me know what you think. I’m a little rusty.

Fandom: Devil May Cry

Dante Sparda NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Dante is very attentive. He knows he just put you through a lot and depending on who you are to him it can differ. If it’s just a one-time thing he’ll still make sure you’re ok, probably get you some water, but will avoid small talk. He’ll wait for you to fall asleep before sneaking off into the night.

However, if you’re together it’s a whole other story. Dante’s very gentle after sex. He takes his time cleaning you up, not wanting to cause any unwanted discomfort and also to watch you bask in the aftereffects. Dante loves to hold you in his arms and lazily stroke your back, peppering you with kisses while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: Dante doesn’t really have a favorite part of himself.

Yours: Dante likes to have a handful. Whether it’s your ass, boobs, thighs, it doesn’t matter. He just likes having something nice to hold onto while he thrusts heavily in you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Honestly, it’s everywhere. This man packs quite the load and he’s aware of it. Whether it covers your stomach or down your throat, he doesn’t care as long as it’s messy. Though his absolute favorite place to cum is inside you but that only happens once he’s sure he can trust you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He secretly has a Daddy kink. He’s not all that into having kids but call him Daddy in the heat of the moment and he may just cum right on the spot. Seriously be careful.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He acts like he has more experience than he really does. Truthfully, he has a hard time trusting someone enough to be that vulnerable with. He may have been under the influence of alcohol when he was with someone else but was never seriously involved with anyone.

Though he may not have much experience, he certainly makes it up with enthusiasm. He’s a very fast learner and has plenty of source material to learn new things. He does have his natural instincts with his demon heritage too.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves having your front laying across his desk, hand full of your hair, hips snapping furiously against your ass. He loves the view of seeing himself disappear inside you. Also, it gives him great access to your neck where he loves to sink his teeth.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

You get the best of both worlds with this man. He’s loves that sex doesn’t have to this serious thing and that he can have fun and laugh. He may bring out the cowboy attire for some roleplay, but the both of you can’t help but laugh at his fake southern accent. He knows it can’t be all laughs and giggles though and when he needs to be serious, he can be.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His hair is the same color. He’s got a happy trail that leads to a decent amount of hair. If it bothers you he will trim it, but he prefers to have some hair though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He may be a devil in the sheets, but he’s the one doing the worshiping. When he’s committed you’ll know it. Dante can be very affectionate and loving. The first “I love you” may bring him to shed a tear. He’s ruined every other man for you. Dante makes sure you know you’re loved.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s no stranger to it. When he’s not particularly interested in someone it’s not all that often. He does have to deal with his heat somehow. It isn’t until someone has piqued his interest it becomes more frequent.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s willing to try most things. Always makes sure theirs mutual consent before doing anything.

This demon loves orgasm control. It comes with the dominate nature of his being. He likes to hear you beg for him but flip the script and make him do the begging and he becomes putty in your hands.

He likes breath play but will never fully close off your airway.

Roleplaying is one on his list. He’s a sucker for need a pretty nurse to take care of his needs.

Devil Trigger Sex. It’s going to take a lot of convincing to persuade him into doing it. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

It’s no surprise that Dante likes taking risks, so as long as you’re ok with it anywhere can be up for grabs. Whether it’s in a dark alley for a quickie, in the back of Morrison’s borrowed car with fogged up windows, or in the bedroom for something more sensual.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Biting him on his neck is a surefire way of getting him to take you where you stand. You just marked him as yours, so he needs to do the same.

Lingerie, he tends to rip it off so be sure to warn him if you really like it.

A simple way that can be hidden from prying eyes is to take his hand and putting it between your legs. Or just stroke him. (He may make a game out of it so be prepared.)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Inviting somebody else in is a huge no. Dante doesn’t share. It’s a fast way to ruin all the trust you’ve spent so long building. If you even bring it up, he’s already shutting you out of his life.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Dante loves to receive especially when you look him in the eyes while you do it. He’ll throw his head back and lets you work him over. If you denied his release he’s going to growl in frustration (in a good way) and if you continue to edge him, you’ll get him to beg for release.

Remember how I said Dante will worship you? You may have to tell him to stop because he tends to get carried away. He wants to hear you. He lives for it. He tends to get rather vulgar while he’s going down on you too.

If you’ve mange to get him to trigger good luck getting him to stop. His heated breath is going to have you so wet just anticipating his tongue. God his tongue. It’s barbed and should be illegal to possess something so deadly. It usually ends when you black out from overstimulation.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Dante tends to take his time with foreplay, making sure you’re prepared for what’s to come, but the pace quickens very fast from that point. There’s passion in his roughness. He likes to make a mess of you, having you say his name over and over. He leaves you sore in the best way.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

100% down. He likes to be fully in control for quickies. He pins you to the wall or closest piece of furniture, sliding your panties to the side and fucks you nice and fast. He loves it when he has to clamp his hand over your mouth to keep you from being a moaning mess. It’s an ego boost for him knowing just how loud he makes you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

YES, in short. If he trusts you and you him, he’s willing to try. There’s been many, many times where you’ve both have nearly been caught. You’d swear it’s his favorite pastime. And no, it did not stop him when you did get caught. He simply used his body to keep you from being seen, laughed, and kept going like nothing happened.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His heritage is both a blessing and a curse. He has more stamina than the average man. He’s a bit of a sex fiend. He likes to make a day of it if he’s honest, but it’s whatever you’re comfortable with. If you’re down for one round he’s completely fine with that. He’s going to make sure your both satisfied. Willing to help him deal with his heat? Great! Just know you he’s not letting you go far.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

It started out for you only then he’d became more experimental. He likes being handcuffed and blindfolded. You took the vibrator that was originally intended for you and strapped it to his cock. You’d never seen your devil squirm so much.

Dante doesn’t use them unless you’re with him. He’d rather experience the fun with you. However, he’s more possessive of you than he originally thought. Dante Sparda gets jealous of the dildo you have. He’s thought about throwing the damn thing out the window. He wants to be the only thing inside you, not some fake cock that can’t even compete with his size. He understands that you have needs when he’s not around, so he has to forcefully block it out of his mind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Dante is the Devil when it comes to teasing. He’s got a vulgar mouth, a wicked tongue, and he’s pretty great with his hands. The smug bastard.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Dante isn’t loud per say. He more breathy than anything. That doesn’t mean you can’t get something else from him. He tends to moan when things are going slower, a more romantic setting if you will. Though if you do want to hear him, the easiest way is to start teasing him, making him grunt or growl in response.

His demonic form is where things get interesting. He’ll purr if he’s breeding you. It’s an eerily calming sound from such a creature. Though if you’re brave enough and dare to tease him in that form, he’ll growl. It’s a low vibration that you feel throughout your body and it sends chills over your skin. It quickly becomes a favorite of yours.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Dante didn’t realize how good it felt to have someone else run their fingers through his hair. The light pulling against his strands does something for the man. He prefers you to play in his hair after sex. It’ll help him fall asleep faster plus he let’s out the cutest noise. It’s like a light moan but not quite. He’ll soon start to purr the closer he is to falling asleep. If you play in his hair in the morning it’ll most likely lead to morning sex.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s above average in length for sure with a nice thickness. He’s got a prominent vein on the underside and he curves a bit to the left.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before your relationship he could manage going 2 weeks without helping himself out. He didn’t really have the time to whip it out when he was busy trying to keep the lights on. Now though? He can barely mange the length of your cycle.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s got this internal rule that he doesn’t want to go to sleep until you do or if he’s sure you’re satisfied. You do tend to fall asleep before him, mostly with your head on him. Every once in a while, he’ll fall asleep first mostly when you play with his hair, with his faced tucked into your neck or chest with an arm wrapped around you. Dante to sleep deeply after sex so it’s ideal to get in a comfortable position before he falls asleep.

#dante x reader #Dante Sparda #dante son of sparda #dante devil may cry

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serendipityunho · 4 years

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Fire & Flames

× genre: smut, fluff, college au × pairing: badboy!Hongjoong x Reader (fem.) × word count: 5.9k × warnings: explicit language, alcohol consumption, fingering, handjob, oral, clit play, slight choking, pull-out method, hand kink, praising, explicit sex

× synopsis:You never expected to fall into the arms of the notorious bad boy of the campus, Hongjoong, after getting locked out. But yet again, he never expected for you to end up in his arms either.

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‘Come to the party’, they said.

‘It’ll be fun’, they said.

If only you knew you’d be walking home barefoot, holding your heels in your hands in this cold midnight. To begin with, the party wasn’t even that fun. People got high, people got fucked, people got knocked out. When was there anything new?

It was like any other college party, but with more beer kegs this time and Wooyoung didn’t get too wasted, which was an achievement. You never knew how people didn’t get so bored after the first hour of being surrounded by sweaty drunk bodies and actually not worry about being in the danger zone of being vomited on.

Your best friend had already fucked off with some guy at the party, leaving you with the set of apartment keys since you had dropped them down the drain a few days ago. She was already too wasted to give you a lift home before tending to her businesses with whoever she caught, now you’re shivering down the street with your feet so numb you could barely feel the pain of the gravel stabbing at the bottom of your feet.

The apartment building wasn’t too far from sight, it was only a minute walk before you found yourself standing at the entrance with the flashlight on your phone on as you fumbled with the keys. Wait.

“Fuck!” You wish you were seeing things, anything other than the fact that you were holding the wrong set of keys. None of these belonged to you.

Your best friend had given you the wrong keys, and you were too homesick to even bother checking them before leaving the party. Great. Now you were locked outside with a nearly dead phone and frozen feet.

“Come on, come on, pick up” It felt like forever before the robotic voice answered, sending you straight to voicemail as you sighed in defeat.

You wouldn’t have found yourself in this predicament if only you had listened to yourself and stayed home instead of allowing yourself to be dragged to that god awful party. You couldn’t even think properly with your constant shivering as you sink to the floor, ass getting cold from the pavement.

There was always Jongho who didn’t live too far. No, he’s probably at a boxing match tonight. Or Yeosang. Eh, probably in a chicken coma with his girlfriend.

Another sigh left your lips, hot breath evaporating into the cold air as you hugged yourself not that it would make a difference to your warmth. You didn’t want to go back to that party, not when people were finally starting to throw up on each other and couples occupying the bedrooms.

Everything but the 7/11 beside the abandoned warehouse, and the bar was open, all other warm and cozy places were closed dark. The 7/11 looked empty, and that was the problem. You didn’t want the cashier’s eyes on you the entire night suspecting you of stealing shit. The bar it is.

You lift yourself off the cold steps of your apartment building before patting whatever residue was on your dress. A grimacing look took over as you looked down at your heels. You really didn’t want to wear it again unless you wished for your feet to stop working the next day. At least look decent before entering.

With every step, your feet felt like they were on complete fire. You were bound to collapse at any given moment.

Just. A. Few. More. Steps.

The neon sign beamed brightly, almost making your eyes ache at the sight as you pushed through the entrance. A subtle buzz surrounded you almost instantly as your eyes land on the pool table then onto the bar with only a few drinking.

It was definitely much warmer than you expected it to be. But it was more than enough.

“First time at a bar?” Your eyes stopped looking around and shot to the bartender in front of you, wiping the surface with a cloth before swinging it over his shoulder.

“It’s that obvious huh?” You place your clutch onto the counter before taking a seat on the stool, sighing in relief as your sore feet take another break from walking in heels.

“Very. Would you like a drink?”

“Um, a martini would be nice, thanks” Money shouldn’t be used recreationally right now. But, a drink was needed in order to keep your cool.

“So what’s a girl like you doing here so late?” The bartender didn’t look up as he started mixing your drink, ice shackling inside the shaker.

“I got locked out because my roommate gave me the wrong keys and now she won’t pick up”

“Have you tried calling her again?”

“No, my phone is about to die” The glass filled with the beverage pouring out from its shaker as the bartender pushed the drink towards you.

“There’s a payphone over there if you have any change left”

“Yeah, if I had change left, thanks though”

Another customer appeared in the corner of your eye, sitting down just one seat away from you. You could sense a burning gaze in the side of your head as you kept looking down, stirring your drink with the little toothpick you got with the olive.

“What made you come here?” From the very first word spoken, you immediately knew who it was.

“That’s none of your concern, Hongjoong” You were met with a well-known smirk the moment you turned your body to the blonde-haired man.

You weren’t surprised to find Hongjoong at a place like this. It fits in well with his rough agenda anyways. That is, being the boy most parents warned their daughters about and the boy many others either despised out of jealousy from stealing the attention of girls they tried too hard to get.

“It’s quite concerning to see you at a bar so late. Did something happen that finally drove you out of the house?” Hongjoong chuckled, tilting his head to the side as he smirked.

“The only thing that drove me out of the house was a promise that my roommate would do all the housework for a week if I went to this party with her”

“But?”

“But this idiot gave me the wrong keys when I left and now I’m locked out with a dead phone while she’s off fucking some random guy” You scoffed, downing the rest of your drink before fidgeting with your fingers.

“Do you want to use my phone?” Hongjoong reaches for his back pocket, slinging out his black phone before unlocking it.

“No point, she hasn’t picked up any of the other fifty calls I left her” A flash of empathy washed over Hongjoong’s face as he remained silent, nodding his head subtly as you turned back around.

Maybe if you didn’t spend the most of your money on this martini, you’d be able to snag a cheap motel room for the night. Or perhaps some slippers instead of torturing yourself in these heels.

“You could... stay at my place if you’d like? Just until your friend comes back of course” Those were the words you never expected to leave Hongjoong’s mouth.

“I don’t want to trouble you”

“Well, where else are you going to go?” Nowhere.

You were quite surprised that Hongjoong, out of everyone, had offered you a place to stay for the night. Many would think he’d just snicker and walk away from the looks of him. But on this night, he doesn’t look that uptight as usual.

“You’re right. I guess it’s better than nowhere” You sighed before reaching for your clutch, pulling out a few crumpled pieces of cash to leave at the bar.

“C’mon, you look tired as fuck” That was nice to know.

You followed Hongjoong out the bar, standing in front of what seems to be his motorcycle. It was sleek and black, you saw him ride it to campus every day, zooming out the parking lot in a flash as people admired behind their books.

“Thanks” You take the helmet from Hongjoong’s hand before slipping it over your head, adjusting it before swinging a leg over the motorcycle.

“Hold on tightly” Hongjoong revved the engine as you snaked your arms around his waist.

“You trust yourself without a helmet?”

“Do you trust me?” Hongjoong turned his head slightly, letting you catch a glimpse of his eyes.

“Well, I’m going home with you aren’t I?” You wrap your arms tighter around his waist, lifting your feet off the ground as he does the same.

It felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest at any moment as the wheels on Hongjoong’s motorcycle started moving. You were immediately hit with the cold air once again, goosebumps rising along your arm as you clutched tighter onto Hongjoong.

The neons lights of shops along the street passed by in a blur as Hongjoong sped down the street. It didn’t feel as cold as before, maybe because you were literally hugging someone.

Hongjoong slows down at a set of traffic lights, making your grip on his abdomen loosen as your heart calms down from the adrenaline. Hongjoong’s icy blonde hair glistened under the light, it looked miraculously soft and silky. You lowkey just wanted to run your hands through them.

“Scared?” Hongjoong kept his eyes on the road as he spoke up.

“What makes you think that?”

“You’re hugging me like a koala”

“Okay, maybe a little bit” To be completely honest, you were scared for him too. Riding this death machine without a helmet is ballsy.

“You can trust me” Now that was another thing you’ve never expected to hear from him.

You were already so used to the cold, your skin felt numb as you grew used to the cold despite Hongjoong lending you his leather jacket halfway through the route. You felt kind of bad seeing goosebumps on Hongjoong’s arms as he endured the cold.

“You don’t mind loose clothing, do you?” Hongjoong unlocked the door to his apartment, dropping the keys onto the kitchen counter before letting you in.

“Uh, no, anything would do. Thanks” You stepped into the apartment, it was neat and clean with a few pizza boxes on the counter.

“Are you hungry?” Hongjoong’s face lit up as he pulled onto the fridge door, scouring at what he could find.

“No, I’ve lost my appetite for the night already” With your sense of smell ruined by the thick aroma of alcohol and whatever at the party, you couldn’t bare to eat without wanting to throw up.

“Here, you can take this room. And, uh, here,” Hongjoong lead you to a room with a bed freshly made as if no one had slept in it before, handing you what seems to be one of his shirts and some pants. It wasn’t like they were too oversized so you didn’t need to worry. “, the bathroom is right there by the way”.

“Goodnight, Hongjoong” You flashed a small smile as Hongjoong scratched the back of his head, avoiding much eye contact before inching backwards out the door.

“Y-Yeah, goodnight” You stifled a chuckle before turning back around as the door closed behind Hongjoong.

The room wasn’t too big or too small. It was just perfect. It was masculine enough not to mistake it for a woman’s room. Maybe this was someone else’s room. It wasn’t a new discussion around campus that Hongjoong had a roommate. But where was he?

It was a relief to finally strip off the party clothes, well, dress. The soft material of Hongjoong’s shirt made you feel at home, a subtle masculine scent lingered on it as you held the collar to your nose, sniffing it before stretching your arms out. A man who smelt nice was always attractive.

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It was a pleasant sleep before you woke up in a cold layer of sweat, gasping for air as you shot up from the bed. You weren’t so sure if you were still dreaming or not, maybe both.

The only thing you could hear over the ringing in your ear was the sound of your heart pumping loudly out of your chest as you focus on your surroundings. Almost everything was completely black other than the window with the moonlight shining through.

It wasn’t uncommon for such sleepless nights like this, you’ve had them since you were a child after some rather unfortunate events. Some you could never seem to forget. Since then, you’ve learnt to cope with it.

It wasn’t much of a big deal as you grew older, nothing an ice-cold glass of water couldn’t fix. That and probably a few episodes of TV that you’d forget in the morning.

You felt gross just sitting in the bed, quite sorry for whoever actually sleeps on here. The red numbers from across the room beamed 3:29am as your feet touched the ground before stepping towards the door.

Hongjoong was probably already dead asleep at this time of night. You’ve never met anyone who sleeps with their door open before. Making your way down the corridor, the wooden floor creaks subtly beneath you as your eyes lingered around the dark space.

What you didn’t expect to see in the kitchen was Hongjoong himself, making you halt in your spot as he looks up from the counter. Arms rested against the counter with a glass of water in his hands.

“Why are you awake?” Hongjoong’s voice was raspy, probably just woke up not too long ago before you.

“I had a nightmare” You hesitantly make your way into the kitchen, fidgeting with your fingers as Hongjoong hops off the stool.

“Do you usually have nightmares that wake you up?”

“Only when I don’t have my pillow, childish right?” It was another thing that helped you cope with nightmares. The long pillow that your parents had given you before they moved away helped majorly. You couldn’t have a proper goodnight’s sleep without it.

“Not at all. Actually, I can’t sleep without my pillow either” Who would’ve thought this baddie was actually a softie?

“So, how come you’re awake?” Your eyes flickered from cabinet to cabinet, questioning in your head which one the glasses were in.

“I was thinking” You were about to take your chances, opening up a cabinet only for a glass filled with water enters your view. You gladly take the glass from Hongjoong’s hand as you turned back around, facing him entirely as he maintained a distance.

“You must be thinking about something deep to stay up this late” Your dry throat felt relief after the first sip of water, finally, your body felt like it wasn’t on fire anymore.

“Would you say BuzzFeed quizzes are deep?” Hongjoong chuckled, leaning back onto the counter with his arms crossed.

“What kind of person stays up at three in the morning thinking about BuzzFeed quizzes?”

“Me, surprisingly, San too”

“San, the rich kid, San?”

“That’s the one”

By now your glass was half empty, rubbing your thumbs across the glass as you take a seat next to Hongjoong. Your eyes glued onto the scenery outside of the window, moon hiding behind the trees of the small forest next to Hongjoong’s apartment building.

“How are you not tired?” Even you were tired and you were barely awake for more than five minutes.

“I’m used to getting calls from my drunk friends at this time telling me to pick them up. It’s kind of like a subconscious alarm clock now” Hongjoong slips around the counter, inching back towards the corridor.

“How fun”

“It’s going to be hard for you to fall asleep, isn’t it?” Hongjoong flashed you a concerning look before leaning forward with his hands pressed against the edge of the counter.

“I normally end up pulling all-nighters when this shit happens” Your finger swipes along the edge of the glass as you make yourself comfortable in your seat, accepting your fate for the night.

“I know I’m no special pillow, but perhaps, I could help?” Hongjoong scratched the back of his head, cocking a brow before pushing himself off the counter.

“What, you want to hold me to sleep? Is that what you’re saying?” It was sweet, really. Just a surprising thoughtful gesture you never expected.

“No- maybe- yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying”

You found it quite charming that Hongjoong had offered you such redemption from tired eyes in the morning. With no further words, you hopped off your stool and brushed passed Hongjoong with him following closely behind.

The bed didn’t feel icky anymore the moment you touched it again, lying on your side as you wait for Hongjoong. You didn’t see him come in but you knew once the side of the bed dipped and a warmth covered your back.

“Wake me up if I start snoring”

“You snore?”

“I don’t know, that’s why you need to tell me”

A soft chuckle issues from behind, feeling the wave of Hongjoong’s breath against the back of your neck. You could tell he was hesitant of actually holding you with his hand lingering over your waist. Softly grabbing his hand, you snake his arm around you, holding his hand in yours as you let him get comfortable.

“Can you sleep like this?” With Hongjoong hugging you like this, it wouldn’t take more than a blink of an eye to fall right back asleep.

“Can you?” He did say he needed his own pillow to be able to sleep too.

“Only if you don’t move too much” You could feel your eyes shutting close as Hongjoong started playing with your hair, growing more comfortable in your presence.

You never knew how much you enjoyed the feeling of someone playing with your hair until now. The way Hongjoong’s fingers tangled in your hair as his fingertips gently massaged your scalp calmed you, it was like a silent lullaby putting you to sleep.

“This is so much better than a pillow” You murmured, flipping onto your other side to face Hongjoong. His eyes were droopy, close to shutting as he rests his hand at the back of your head.

“I’m glad”

“You don’t sound so tired”

“Because I’m not” Hongjoong chuckles, drawing little circles on your back as you subtly snuggle closer, lifting your face slightly to see him better.

“It’ll be weird if one of us is awake” You could see the corners of Hongjoong’s lips curve upwards into a soft smile, making you do the same as your fingers trace his jaw.

“Sorry, but I have no more sleeping pills”

“You need to get tired somehow” By now, your face was just as close to his as your body was against his body.

“What do you suggest I do?” Hongjoong had stopped drawing his little circles on your back, smoothing his hand over to your waist before rubbing his thumb along the exposed skin his shirt had uncovered.

At this distance, Hongjoong could probably hear the sound of your heart beating like crazy in your chest. Your hand had trailed down from his neck to his chest, hand cupping over his heart as your eyes flickered up to his.

“Me” Hongjoong couldn’t mutter another word as your lips locked onto his, kissing him passionately as your arm snaked around his neck.

Hongjoong kissed you back just as hungrily, hand caressing your waist as they moved down to your hips and pushing you onto your back against the bed. Your tongue swiped across Hongjoong’s bottom lip before biting it softly, earning a vivid smirk against the kiss.

Your legs wrap around Hongjoong’s torso as he pushed his body between your legs, swivelling his hips against yours with the noticeable tent rubbing against your aching heat. You couldn’t help but moan against Hongjoong’s lips as his hands slide under your, or should you say, his shirt, roaming every inch of your skin.

“You look so good in my clothes” Hongjoong growled against your lips before trailing his kisses down your neck, harshly sucking on the skin as he hikes up the shirt right above your breasts.

“I look good in everything” Your fingers run along the skin of Hongjoong’s waist, hiking his shirt up before letting him pull it over his head.

“You’re not wrong” A small gasp left your lips as Hongjoong takes a breast into his mouth with his hand cupping the other, squeezing it gently as you play with the hair at the back of his head.

“Mhm” Your hips grind upwards against his hard-on, desperate for some friction against your throbbing clit and dripping wet cunt.

You couldn’t help but grip his hair tighter as Hongjoong swirls his tongue around your nipple, sucking on your breast as his hand caresses your waist before hooking under the waistband of your pants. Suddenly, you didn’t feel the need to sleep.

Your legs slide up and down against Hongjoong’s sides before lifting your hips, letting Hongjoong cascade your pants down, throwing it onto the floor as his lips smother your stomach in kisses. His warm breath scattered over your skin as Hongjoong trails his wet kisses down to the waistband of your panties, fingers teasing your inner thighs with harsh squeezes.

Your face scrunches in desperation as Hongjoong pulls your panties down, licking your skin gently before kissing just above your clit, making you clench around nothing yet gushing over the slightest touches. Hongjoong eyes you from below with a devilish smirk, pushing your legs further apart before hooking his arms underneath.

“You look even better like this” Your legs twitched slightly as Hongjoong kisses your inner thighs, blowing softly against your sopping wet pussy, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hips subconsciously buck up towards his face.

“You’re such a tease” You moaned out, arms stretching above your head as Hongjoong kisses your clit before lapping his tongue at it.

“I know” A breathy moan left your lips as Hongjoong sucked on your clit, swirling his tongue around the bud of nerves as his fingers slip between your folds.

It was quite a feeling seeing Hongjoong lapping away at your pussy with the glimpse of moonlight shining through the window, highlighting his back as his arms flexed with each movement. You couldn’t hold back another moan as Hongjoong slipped a finger into you, pumping slowly before adding another.

Your face furrowed in pleasure with Hongjoong’s eyes piercing at you from below, lips attached to your clit as he hooked his fingers deep in you. If breathing wasn’t difficult before, it definitely was now.

“Fuck, right there” Hongjoong’s tongue worked faster, fingers coating in your arousal as Hongjoong peppers sloppy kisses all around before reaching up for your lips.

Your knees bent instantly as Hongjoong buried his fingers deeper in you, pumping faster until you could hear the subtle squelches of your juices against his fingers. His teeth clash with yours as your lips hungrily meet each other, moving in sync with your arms pulling him closer.

It felt like a film of buzzing sensations had just washed over your body with each pump growing faster. Hongjoong’s palm rubbed over your clit, making you moan against his lips. Your lips hovered over Hongjoong’s, mouth wide open as Hongjoong’s hand worked faster, fingers slipping out and smearing your juices over your clit before rubbing it.

“Shit- fuck, Hongjoongohmygod” Your abdomen tensed hard as you nerves spark with each rub, close to emitting a firework in the pits of your stomach as Hongjoong’s fingers circle at your clit.

“You like that?” The whisper against your ear made you moan a soft ‘yes’ as Hongjoong’s face dips into your neck, kissing your jawline as you pull on his hair.

“Oh mmphhhfuck” It was only a matter of seconds before you had felt an explosion of bliss triggered by the pace at which Hongjoong was circling at your clit, making your legs tremble as they stayed opened by Hongjoong’s hand firmly planted against your thigh.

Your brows furrow deeply, jaw clenched as Hongjoong smears your release on his fingers again before bringing them up to your lips, letting you take them into your mouth and swirling your tongue around his fingers making sure to keep your eyes locked on his. A groan escapes from his lips as he admires you from above, lips brushing against yours as he rubs his legs against yours.

“You want more?”

“Please” You bring your knee up to his crotch, feeling the hardened length over his sweatpants before rubbing your knee against it subtly.

“Fuuck” Hongjoong swiftly pecks your lips before standing on his knees, tugging his sweatpants down before throwing it off the bed, leaving him in his boxers.

The moonlight highlighted the crevasses on Hongjoong’s body, from the lining of his back to the lining of his abs. He looks tremendously good at this angle, making you lick your lips in anticipation before standing on your own knees, palming Hongjoong’s hard cock over his boxers.

Hongjoong cups both sides of your face, pulling you closer for a hungry kiss as a hand flies up over his, kissing him back just as passionate. You could feel his cock twitch under the material of his boxers, waiting to be held and clenched around.

Your palm rubs against his clothed dick, making him moan as he bit down on your bottom lip. Hongjoong’s hips bucked forward against your hand, rolling it subtly with the movements of your hand.

Your tongues lapped together as Hongjoong pulled you closer by the waist, cupping your ass before giving it a squeeze. Your head tilts as Hongjoong smothers your jaw in soft kisses before trailing them back down to your neck, making you moan a soft ‘fuck’ as you tug at his boxers, letting his cock spring free as you pulled them down.

“There’s a lot of things I could’ve done to sleep,” Hongjoong runs his hand through his hair, eyeing you down as you lower yourself down on him with a hand wrapped around his dick “, but I never expected this”.

“Are you telling me you don’t want this?” Your tongue licked a stripe from the base of Hongjoong’s dick to the tip, letting the tip of your tongue sit on his slit as your hand caressed the rest of his dick.

Hongjoong throws his head back with a groan before taking a hold of your hair between his fingers. His face scrunches in pleasure as your lips wrap around his dick, keeping eye contact as your head bops back and forth, swirling your tongue around the base of his cock throbbing in your mouth.

“Mhm fuck-” A breathy moan fell between Hongjoong’s parted lips, brows furrowed deeply as his thighs tremble at the feeling of you slobbering on his dick.

The grip on your hair tightens, slightly stinging as Hongjoong rocked his hips subtly against your mouth. His abdomen tensed hard as a rock the moment you took his length deeper, letting it hit the back of your throat before pumping the rest of what you couldn’t reach with your hand.

You could taste the precum spewing from his dick as your wetness felt like it was about to drip from your pussy. Hongjoong shot you a daring look as he admired you from above, mouth gaping as broken moans fell from his lips.

Your mouth comes off his dick with a pop as you continue to pump his length, running a hand up from Hongjoong’s abs to his chest only to have Hongjoong grab your wrist, spinning you around as you fell on your knees and hands. You smirked as your head turned to the side, seeing Hongjoong caress your ass cheek with both hands before spreading them apart.

“So beautiful” Your back dipped deeper as you push your ass back, letting the tip of Hongjoong’s dick poke at your entrance as he slides it up and down your slit, coating it in your wetness as you crave the sensation.

It was almost a feeling you quite missed as Hongjoong pushed his dick into your hole, stretching it out with a moan coming from the both of you as you take in his length. You almost forgot how good it felt to have someone bury their cock deep in you before rolling their hips. Hongjoong just brought that sensation back to your memory.

“Fuck, Hongjoong” With your knees digging deep into the mattress and arms stretched far above you, Hongjoong grips your hips, squeezing them before rolling his hips into you, just pushing his dick into you deeper than before.

You run a hand through your hair, pushing it back as Hongjoong thrusts into you, starting slow as your breathing quickens with each hit into your body. You could feel Hongjoong leaning down, pushing your hair to one side before attacking your shoulder with sloppy kisses, hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin.

His hand remained on your hip, squeezing it still as the other travels up from your thigh to your breast, fondling it before reaching for your neck. A quiet moan left your lips as Hongjoong wraps his fingers around your neck, squeezing ever so gently as his thrusts grew faster, knocking the air out of your lungs.

“Ohmygodnnghh-” It was a hoarse moan thanks to Hongjoong’s fingers pressing down on the sides of your neck as pleasure shoots through your body with each body lurching thrust.

“You’re right,” Hongjoong plants a soft kiss behind your ear, still holding on to your neck as his hand on your hips moves between your legs, fingertips lingering along the skin before circling at your clit “, you do look good in everything, even with my fingers around your throat”.

“Maybe even better down my throat” You smirked, a devilish grin carving into your face as you turn around, pulling Hongjoong’s face down for a harsh kiss as he slaps his hips in you.

You couldn’t help but push your ass further back, letting Hongjoong slam his cock deeper and harder into you with each thrust. Your mind slowly thickens with lust and senseless thoughts as Hongjoong rubs your clit in pace with his thrusts, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as you grip the sheets tighter.

“Oh?” Hongjoong cocked a brow, smirking with you before flipping you on to your back, spitting at your pussy before sliding himself in again, thumb rubbing your clit as your legs wrap around his waist.

Your breasts bounce with each thrust knocking you up and down with pleasure and nerves buzzing in the pit of your stomach. You entwine your fingers with Hongjoong’s before dragging his hand over your stomach to your chest, grabbing your breast with his hand as the other rubs your clit.

“Oh fuckkkk mhmm oh god” Hongjoong rolls your nipple between his fingers, squeezing your breast before sliding it back up to your neck, thumb swiping across your bottom lip, letting you softly kiss it before wrapping your lips around it.

Your eyes only roll back further when Hongjoong quickens his pace, making you tighten your legs around his waist, trapping him as sounds of skin slapping against skin grows louder. Your back arches off the bed in response to Hongjoong grabbing both sides of your hips, rutting himself into you at a relentless speed.

It was almost as if he was trying to dig deeper, thrusting harder into you as your jaw was left hanging, inaudible moans trying so hard to escape with each thrust sparking something new in your body. All rational thought flew out of your head as your mind was left on nothing but soaking in a puddle immense pleasure and bliss.

“Yesyes- oh fuck yes” Your face scrunches in pleasure as your brows furrowed deeply, cupping your breasts in your hands as you look down to Hongjoong pounding himself into you.

Hongjoong’s jaw clenched hard, on the brink of breaking as he grunts through gritted teeth, slamming his hips faster into you with his hands keeping you in place. It felt like confetti exploding in the pit of your stomach with each thrust bringing you closer to a high much more than just confetti, nerves buzzing into a firework ready to combust at any given moment.

“F-Faster mhmmfuckk” Hongjoong shoots you a glaring stare with his hooded eyes, smirking with his parted lips.

Your legs couldn’t hold around Hongjoong anymore, sliding off like jelly as your toes curl with every passing second. And with each of those seconds, you could feel it coming, the way your heart threatened to jump out of your chest at any moment and the way your back arched with each static euphoria coursing through your veins ready for combustion.

“Yes! Yesyes oh god! Yes- mmphhhmmfuckk!” It felt like you’ve lasted forever until the ball of buzzing nerves in the pit of your stomach finally flooded throughout your body, filling every inch with nothing but toe-curling, eye-rolling blissful euphoria and pleasure. Hongjoong groaned as he felt your warm release around his cock, desperate to chase his own high while fucking you senseless.

“Ohhhh god- fuckk” Your legs tremble as Hongjoong pulled out quickly, removing his hand from your hip to pump at his throbbing twitching cock above your stomach, gazing into your eyes before landing down for a kiss.

“Mhmmfuck ohmygod-” Hongjoong groaned against your lips, body twitching as you felt his warm release spew onto your stomach, panting like crazy with each kiss stealing another breath of air.

“All out, baby, all out” A hand cups one side of Hongjoong’s face as you wrapped your other hand around his cock, milking the rest of his high out as he heavily drops his head into your neck, panting as if it were his last.

Hongjoong’s cock twitches in the palm of your hands, droplets of cum still dripping onto your stomach as his legs collapse. You smeared the rest of his cum over the tip of his cock, thumb swiping over the slit before Hongjoong lifts his face again.

“You’re fucking amazing” It was a mere whisper but you could hear him clearly over the pounding sounds of your heartbeats.

“Clean me up before you go complimenting me” You swiftly steal a peck on Hongjoong’s lips before pressing your palm against Hongjoong’s chest, pushing him up onto his knees.

“How is this supposed to make me sleep when I just want more now?” Hongjoong yanks a few layers of tissues from the box on the bedside table, catching his releasing into the tissue before carefully trapping it with another layer of tissue.

“More? Oh god, you’re awake awake” You chuckle, running a hand through your hair as Hongjoong collapses on his back beside you.

“It was your idea”

“But did it work though?”

“You mean, do I want to sleep now?”

“Yeah, do you?”

“With you? Definitely” Hongjoong opens his arms for you to snuggle closer, fingers drawing little shapes on your shoulder when you lay your head on his chest.

“Snnggff-” It was quite amusing how Hongjoong managed to hide his secret cheesy persona.

“Wait, I can’t. This is weird”

“What’s weird?”

“This is Yunho’s bed”

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