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just-jordie-things · 11 months

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58 with Gojo because this is something I can see happening and he’s so Afafsghshe!!!

i feel u girlie bc aehehemhmhmeheahehehe 58: Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed ___

as much as you wanted to make things work out, they probably weren't going to.

you weren't just living two different lives. you were living in two different universes. i mean, this was the gojo satoru you were talking about. he was the respected, revered. he was being nobility, beyond royalty, he rivaled gods with his stature, with his power. throughout the heavens and earth, he alone was the honored one. gojo satoru was a force stronger than anything known to man. his existence alone scared curses and curse users alike into hiding. in some ways he was the boogey man, the mere mention of his name was enough to scare the shadows back to where they belonged. in some ways he was superman, those who praised him did so highly, and loudly.

and you were, well...

you were a nobody.

you loved your life nonetheless, you'd never thought of yourself as lesser than, or pitiful. you were happy to teach at jujutsu tech after graduating. sure, becoming a sorcerer was your classmates' dreams, and sure, you would've loved that life, but it simply wasn't for you.

heavenly restriction was cruel like that.

but you learned of your passion to teach, and you ran with it. your students adored you, and you returned the feeling. you cared about every student that passed through your classroom, you ensure that each and every one of their futures would be bright, no matter the path they took. it took time to become so in tune with each and every one of their personalities and learning styles, but as you always did, you worked hard, and earned their respect.

you'd known gojo satoru for a long time. for most of that time you'd been friendly acquaintances, as you were a year behind him when you were till in school and you didn't cross paths often. but after taking a job at jujutsu tech once you'd graduated again, it was as though he made it his personal mission to be close to you.

at first you weren't sure what he'd sought out in you, what his form companionship looked like, and you'd been wary. you'd heard the rumors and you weren't exactly looking to become one of them, no matter how charming he was or how pretty those eyes were. but it didn't take long for you to realize he wasn't looking for another hookup- which he could have found anywhere.

gojo satoru was deeply lonesome.

after a few shared lunch breaks, or after school grading sessions, you'd come to learn that what he needed more than anything was someone he could trust. and he must have grown on you quickly, because you'd happily taken on the challenge.

maybe too well, as you'd found yourself in a number of compromising positions. but you always swore each one was the last, and that you and satoru were to remain friends for your companionship to work.

if you began to catch feelings for him, what would possibly happen when things inevitably didn't work out? he would be alone again. and you couldn't have that. he was too good of a person to be abandoned again. and you refused to abandon him.

so when he asked you to go to dinner with him on a more-than-friendly date while he'd been walking you home, you felt as though you could cry turning him down.

"you don't think it's a good idea?" he repeats with an amused upward quirk of his lips. "what does that even mean? of course it's a good idea"

you have to smile at how light-hearted he was, but you feel your heart drop to your stomach.

"satoru, we said we'd just stay friends" you remind him softly.

"yeah, and we've said that, like, a gajillion times," he reminds you. "i don't think it's working"

he has his sunglasses on today, a good choice because it's unusually sunny for an autumn afternoon. also a good choice because you rather liked how pretty and soft his hair looked when it fell naturally. your thoughts always wandered to how delicate it would feel if you grazed your fingers through the silky white strands.

"it works if we're trying to make it work" you hum thoughtfully, hoping he would understand.

he had in the past, in fact, he would relentlessly agree that it was best if you kept your relationship platonic. even when you were sliding out of his bed with a blanket held around you as you looked for your own clothes in the mess of garments abandoned on the floor. so you weren't sure what changed his mind now.

quite frankly, satoru wasn't sure why he'd decided to bring this up now either. he'd known for some time that there was no one on this planet that was going to live up to you. he'd known that you were more than his best friend, you had become his confidant, his most trusted ally, and the comfort and friendship you'd provided him seemed so small when he'd admire everything else you brought to the table.

you were unbelievably witty, always keeping up with his quick banter and sarcastic remarks. you were more than capable as your teacher, your years of caring for your students making you warm, and good at reading people, too. you could spot emotion in the eyes of a stranger at first glance. you had certainly mastered the ability of narrowing down exactly how satoru was feeling, even when he was trying to hide it. your kindness seemed to stem from your heart, soften your smile, and soften anyone who got close enough to you.

satoru himself had felt the effect you had, and while it made him curious at first, he knew now exactly why it was he'd become so drawn to you, seeking you out for lunch, coffee, help with grading assignments, or whatever the excuse may have been.

your friendship was very much appreciated, and he tried to tell you so in a lot of ways. but no amount of gifts, or walking you home- even though you were a grown adult that didn't need supervision- would ever measure up to the real reason.

he'd fallen in love with you.

slowly, surely, and completely.

"i don't want to try to make it work," he tells you. his honesty nearly has you choking on air. "it's not going to work" he shrugs.

you open your mouth to say something, trying to find the right words to kindly remind him why staying friends didn't have to be a punishment, that it was okay to keep your relationship platonic, but when you turn to look at him, your heart cracks just a little more.

truth was, it killed you. your feelings for him had become so strong that they nearly swallowed you up whole. you were so lost in everything that was him that it was hard to bring yourself back to reality.

two different worlds, you told yourself. you need to be there for him, and you can't do that if you let these pesky feelings get in the way.

"satoru..." you say softly, your walking coming to a stop as you reach the end of your driveway.

he waits, because he's been patient for this long, he can grant you a few moments to collect your thoughts now. he tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket, and he stands and waits with you with a smile on his face.

even though he knows you're trying to find the right way to decline his offer, he can't help but smile at you. you've always been the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and no matter how often he finds his gaze on you, your allure never dimmed.

even as your lips began to pull into a frown.

"it's not a good idea," you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper. you wish you didn't have to say these things. "i... i don't think things should change"

"nothing's changing" satoru shrugs, all too casually. you almost laugh.

"everything would change," you say through a breathless chuckle. "come on, i'll make you some tea and we can talk about something else"

you jerk your head in the direction of your house, and satoru follows you to the door with every intention of not talking about something else. although you must anticipate this, because you shoot him a look while he watches you unlock your door.

"you're staring" you comment before opening it, and stepping inside before him.

"you're pretty," he mocks your tone, and the compliment is enough to fluster you, and has you ducking your head to avoid his gaze. "I like staring at you. it's my favorite thing to do. pro'lly cause you're the most beautiful person i've ever seen"

"satoru..." you huff, and he grins as you fail to scold him for complimenting you.

you tilt your head at him like you're a disappointed parent, and all he can do is smile back at you. cheeky. coy. you hate that his gaze has your heart melting and your brain cloudy.

"being friends isn't going to work, sweetheart," he tells you, before pushing his sunglasses on top of his head.

an act he does on purpose, to allure you, for sure. lure you to you death, maybe.

"do you really want to keep running in this circle forever?" he asks, closing some of the space between you.

you should have half a mind to take a step back.

you don't.

"maybe" you mumble back, your eyes locked on his, trying to read him, most likely.

"why?" he furrows his brow. "don't tell me you're afraid"

his lips tilt into a smirk and you find your eyes lingering on them for a few seconds too long.

"i'm not afraid," you answer, and it's not a complete lie. "but i know what will happen and i- i don't want it to happen"

satoru chuckles, and you find him so odd for being able to smile and laugh while you continue to reject him. he takes another step forward, close enough now that your breath is catching in your throat.

you could step back, and put the distance between you again.

you don't.

his hands reach out to you, they lay gently around your jaw, his left thumb rubbing smoothly over your skin. you remain in place, with your eyes on his.

"and how could you possibly predict what will happen, hm?" he muses.

he's comforting you, you realize. he's trying to do what you've always done for him. soothed you into understanding you weren't making a mistake.

"you can't," he answers for you. "but i can't keep doing this, (y/n). and i know you can't either"

you swallow the lump in your throat. had you really been so transparent?

"satoru, it's not that i don't...." you begin to shake your head, but you find the warmth of his palm on your cheek to be so comforting that you can't help but lean a little further into it.

"i'm in love with you,"

he murmurs those words in the front hallway of your home, soft and true as they're meant to be shared. the confession has your eyes widening as they continue to search his, just to be sure he meant them. his gaze softens, confirming his truthfulness.

"and that's not going to change," he continues after a pregnant pause. "no amount of trying to be your friend is ever going to make me not crave more,"

you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth to keep it from quivering.

"i'm still going to want you, all of you, and i always will"

you're struggling to hide your emotions, in fact satoru can almost watch your entire thought process as you seal your lips together tightly, and your brows furrow into a knot that tells him your feelings are complicated.

still, he remains patient with you, as one of his hands glides over your cheek, his thumb falling to pull your lip from between your teeth.

"tell me what's scaring you, sweetheart," he murmurs. "let me make it all better, yeah?"

and you fold.

you give in so completely that tears spring in your eyes and your words are falling from your lips before you can filter a single one of them.

"i- i love you, satoru," you're whispering but it's a start and an admission that has him feeling a bit relieved. "i've been in love with you for, the whole time, maybe, i'm not sure, but i know it's true and i've tried- god, I've tried to get over it, truly, but i just- i just can't,"

his smile stretches so much his teeth are on display, and he's loving every stammered word that your voice relays to him.

"you're impossible, you're insufferable," you breathe out, before shaking your head in his hands. "and no matter how hard i try i can't not love you"

before you get the chance to say anything further, he's slamming his lips to yours.

you could back away, tell him that it still wasn't a good idea to put your friendship at stake, and pretend that none of this ever happened.

you don't.

you gasp for air between kisses, and when his hold on your jaw becomes firmer before sliding his hands into your hair, you let out a small cry.

maybe it's the huge emotions you've been carrying all this time finally overcoming you, maybe it's the relief that he feels the same and you had a chance at being happy together, you're not sure, but your throat is burning and your teary eyes begin to make his cheeks wet, too.

"it's okay," he murmurs against your lips, his fingers petting through your hair before meeting your face again to wipe your cheeks. "it's okay, sweetheart, everything will be alright,"

your eyes flutter open to see he's already staring at you, lovingly wiping every tear that falls from your eyes.

"you've got nothing to worry about, my love," he whispers so gently that you're leaning into him again, craving more, more affection, more warmth, more of him. "nothing bad is ever going to happen to us," he assures you like he knows your deepest darkest fear. "i'll make sure of it. i'm the strongest,"

your teary eyes flicker between his while your lips gravitate towards his again.

"i love you so much," he murmurs before softly pecking your lips again. "nothing could every take that away. alright?"

you nod back at him, shaky, but not unsure.

and then you're leaning on the tips of your toes to kiss him again. your arms wrap around his neck to make sure he doesn't pull away before you're content, and he does you one better by dropping his own hands to your waist, sliding them around until he yanks you upwards just enough to make you jump into his hold.

"i'm all yours" he mumbles into your mouth at the brief pause in your kiss that it took for him to get his hands situated under your thighs.

"and i'm yours" you repeat, staring into his eyes lovingly before giving into temptation again and slamming your lips against his.

your hands wind into his hair, fingers combing and tugging through the strands gently while satoru cautiously makes the steps into your house.

"shoes-!" you squeak between a kiss, and he knows you'll fuss if he says to forget the stupid shoes in his house so he tries to take his off while he carries you, although he stumbles a bit and has to push you against the wall to help support you as he kicks off the offending attire.

he makes quick work at dragging slow kisses over your throat as it takes him a minute to get his shoes off and kicked towards your door. they're loud as they hit the door and clatter to the ground, but you seem at ease knowing he won't be tracking any dirt or dust through your clean house.

once the shoes are taken care of his mouth is on yours again, hot and demanding, his hands tighten on your legs as you're lifted off the wall again and he's back to blindly trying to get you both somewhere- anywhere- neither of you care where it is you wind up.

but you're starting to drive all of his senses crazy as one of your hands grips the nape of his neck and the other can't settle on playing with his hair or grabbing the material of his shirt. he bumps into a shelf and knocks down the few decorative items you had there.

normally you'd be worried about the mess, but it didn't sound like anything broke, so you didn't spend a second worrying about anything except shoving his jacket down his arms. although every few seconds you couldn't help but kiss him again, so it took a minute for your focus to stay on track and get the jacket thrown to the floor. as soon as you're satisfied again, your arms are wound around his neck and your lips are relentless.

satoru blindly tries to make his way to the stairs where your bedroom is, but you shake your head, breaking your kiss much to his dismay- which is evident in the way he pouts and his lips chases yours.

"you'll drop me on those stairs," you say through labored breaths. "just go to the couch"

"i'll do you one better" he grins, and in a blink you're both standing in your bedroom, and you don't feel the usual dizzying effect of his teleporting seeing as he has your mind is foggy enough. you giggle with delight before grabbing his collar and yanking him back in to continue where you'd left off.

"not friends" you say decidedly before giving him a sweet kiss.

he chuckles into it, pulling away only to drop you both onto your feathery duvet.

"oh sweetheart, we never were" ___

a/n: this is too long for a drabble I got quite carried away with this one omfg

xoxo ~ jordie

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo x reader #satoru brainrot #satoru x reader #satoru #gojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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wonwoonlight · 6 months

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are you like me too? / kwon soonyoung

⇢ Soonyoung x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: 1.1k

⇢ angst // breakup(??)!au // comfort?

⇢ A/N: i wrote this in like, 30 minutes bc i was watching the epik high and hosh's performance in akmu's show and got a random burst of writing juice so. enjoy? i'm obsessed w the song and this particular part btw so it's definitely inspired by that. as always not proofread but do enjoy somehow lol

요즘 뭘 먹고 마시고 어떤 행복을 찾는지 what are you eating and drinking these days? what kid of happiness are you looking for? epik high ft. hoshi - screen time

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Soonyoung has never felt so stupid.

But, then again, being drunk and regretful at the same time is an obvious recipe for disaster.

He doesn’t even usually get drunk, as he’s often already passed out before he gets to that point. But there’s something about tonight that compels him to keep on throwing back drinks over drinks even though Jihoon is already looking at him in worry and Chaeyoung is trying to stop him from getting more.

But of course, drunk Kwon Soonyoung is even more hard headed than normal Kwon Soonyoung and Jihoon eventually tells the younger girl to just stop trying because perhaps the guy needs it.

After all, Jihoon knows Soonyoung has been regretting his decision to end… whatever it is he had with a certain someone and he hasn’t had the chance to properly throw himself a pity party that it’s probably been eating him inside out for the past week.

“Why the fuck did I…” He mutters to himself, not even caring that two of his friends are there worried out of their minds. He eventually kicks them out an hour later because he can only handle so much pity being thrown his way in his own fucking house.

He’s pitiful–pathetic, he knows, but it doesn’t make things any better and he does need this to (hopefully) make peace with whatever stupid decision he made last week to end things with you.

You’re not even his girlfriend–and whose fault is that?–he swallows another shot bitterly. And yet suddenly not having you any longer feels more painful than the last time he broke up with his ex-girlfriend.

Is it simply the alcohol, bubbling thoughts into his mind? Amplifying the pains even though it’s not really all that?

He glares at his phone, silent with nonexistent notifications from you. And then he looks at the mirror and glare at himself for pushing himself into such a situation.

Why did he think it was a good call to cut you off his life when it was him who talked to you first, asked for your number, begged you for a chance to go on dates, and now grovelling in his own room because he told you that he thinks it’s better to stop seeing each other when you’re not even yet in a relationship.

What was there to end, really?

A possibility, perhaps.

Love that was possibly growing in your heart that he cruelly plucked when it hadn’t even bloomed.

Is that a good thing, then?

Would it hurt more for you if your feelings had grown deeper than what you currently harbour towards him?

He takes his phone and scrolls through your old texts once again. He can probably recite them in his sleep at this point, but he doesn’t care because he misses you and he wishes he still has you–your texts, your laughter, your touch, your voice–you.

🧡: look at this dumb dog lmaoooo

how can u call him dumb :(

hes cute u meanie :(

🧡: //youre/// dumb🙄🙄

🧡: you know i dont mean it like that 😠😠😠😠

🧡: how dare you make me a villain against dogs!!!!

He takes a deep breath as he plays the video you sent for the nth time, still having it in him to smile at your small dog trying to jump into the sofa even though you had laid out a perfectly new dog stairs right next to it.

He presses his lips together at the sound of your laughter in the background, probably the only way he’s still able to hear it now.

It’s only been a week. He knows it’s only been a fucking week. But he’s already wondering how you’re doing and who’s making you laugh, if you get to eat that dumpling that you’ve been wanting to try since last month, if you’re sending your dog videos to someone else now, if you’re still watching the drama that you were watching with him.

…If someone’s holding you because, maybe… and just maybe… you’re also as sad as he is.

He hopes you’re not though. He doesn’t wish this wrenching feeling in his chest upon you.

He hopes you don’t like him enough to be as sad as he is.

He hopes you don’t like him enough to drink yourself to sleep–to numb the pain and silence the voices inside your head.

Closing his eyes, he contemplates on calling you. But he remembers that it was him who rids himself of that choice.

“Hello?”

Fuck. He’s even imagining your voice now.

“Hello?” Your voice calls once again, and Soonyoung grips his phone tighter because it’s getting too real and perhaps it is time to stop drinking. “Soonyoung? Are you there? Are you okay?”

He jumps when he realises it’s actually you, panics when he realises he accidentally presses call when he’s too deep in his thoughts. For someone who contemplated on calling you just not too long ago, he’s suddenly hyper aware of the situation and no longer sure what to say.

He opens his mouth to say something, but a violent cough makes it out of his lips–enough for him to hit his chest because it feels like he’s about to vomit though there’s nothing in his throat.

He hears you panic from the other side, and as much as he wants to tell you not to worry and apologize, he couldn’t do it because his head is spinning and a part of him wants you to know that he’s hurting and he’s regretting.

You already hang up once he’s calmed down.

And it’s thirty minutes later someone knocks on his door, his eyes widening in shock when he finds you on the other side, seemingly running out of your place in a hurry because you simply have a jacket over your pajamas.

“Are you okay?” You look up in worry, your hand already busy trying to see his temperature. It’s when you realize that Soonyoung has been looking at you in silence that it finally hits you that you’re not supposed to do this.

That he… he breaks up with you before you even begin dating and you’re probably out of your fucking mind for thinking that you should rush to him the moment you think he might need help.

Mistaking his silence as resentment, you quickly retract your hand and apologize. But before you can even turn away, Soonyoung pulls you into his place and closes the door and then wraps his arms around you.

You can’t even begin to comprehend what’s happening, but when you feel his body shaking and hear him trying to hide his tears on your shoulder, you decide it doesn’t matter.

For whatever reason, Soonyoung is hurting.

Whether he’s hurting because of you or some other reason, he’s hurting and he’s looking for comfort in you if the way he holds you so tight that it hurts a little and the smell of alcohol on him says anything.

You hug him back and Soonyoung cries harder.

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©wonwoonlight – all rights reserved. I don’t allow any reposting, translation, and any other kind of redistribution of this fic. Please tell me if you’re aware of anyone doing this without my permission.

A/N: wow been so long since i wrote for him???

#soonyoung drabble #soonyoung scenarios #seventeen angst #seventeen au #seventeen scenarios #khione.fics #hoshi angst #hoshi scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenario #soonyoung angst #seventeen oneshot #hoshi oneshot

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haechwrites · 1 year

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wingwoman - L.MK

mark x fem!reader ft. jaemin

synopsis: mark has trouble pulling girls. he also has trouble understanding girls. this makes sense when he asks the best friend of his crush for help when it's blatantly obvious she's actually in love with him.

wc: ~9.5k

warnings: none??? unrequited love. mark is clueless. reader is a coward hehe. based in college. i say fem!reader bc they use she/her pronouns and refer to her as a "wingwoman," but honestly can be read as gender neutral?? ORIGINALLY WRITTEN IN FIRST PERSON, so ignore mistakes pls

A/N: my first published work woot woot i've had this written and sitting for so long. i love unrequited love and angst. this isn't that angsty but maybe if i get sad enough, i can write an angstier one! okay byeee

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“You like him, don’t you?”

The mayo from your sandwich made a cartoonish splat onto the plate at the end of his question. Your head snapped over, looking at Jaemin incredulously for his unexpected inquiry. You were in the middle of a lovely meal with Mark in between classes. When Jaemin sat down to join halfway, You didn’t expect him to have an agenda in mind. You placed your sandwich down and checked to see how far Mark had gotten before you could speak. He had lost a round of rock, paper, scissors and was sent to buy drinks.

“What are you talking about?” You cleared your throat of whatever was left of your lunch. You knew exactly who and what he was talking about but you prayed it was something else. You didn’t want to have this discussion. Things could be laid out on this table that you're not yet ready to process, and not with Jaemin of all people. It’s not like you and Jaemin aren’t close. You're just both the same kind of person, the type of person who doesn’t like to express their feelings. So it was odd that Jaemin was even asking about your personal life.

“Mark. You like him, right?“ He raised a single eyebrow, tempting you to deny his claim. How could he admit your feelings so easily when it’s something you've been struggling to grasp for a month?

You wiped the crumbs off your hands onto your jeans, and maybe some nervous sweat too.

“No. I mean. He likes Jenn.” You stated it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, trying hard to make it seem like that fact didn’t bother you. You automatically looked down and start picking at the crumbs.

Jaemin hummed, “I asked if you like him. Not who he likes. I know who he likes.”

The last statement felt like a stab in the chest, because, of course, you do too. Mark likes your roommate, your friend since high school. That was the only reason you were sitting at this table, the only reason you were able to have this conversation with one of his best friends. If he didn’t reach out to you during your Anatomy class together about helping him get with your friend, you wouldn’t even be here in this situation right now. At first, you were honestly offended by his request. However, after seeing the charm he very much lacked, you understood why he was desperate. It was a pitiful acceptance, but you wish you never agreed. Being reminded of your purpose in his life always tore you apart because Jaemin’s assumption is right; you do like Mark.

Maybe that slight bitterness in your heart is what pushed you to confess to Jaemin, one of Mark’s friends and not the man himself. You took another quick glance at Mark to see him fumbling with his change at the vending machine to get you a drink. You couldn’t help but smile fondly at him and quickly realize how screwed you are. Jaemin followed your eyes and smiled to himself knowing he was right. It wasn’t difficult to figure out. The only person that didn’t know was Mark, and maybe Jenn.

You sighed and turned back to him, a month of feelings bursting at your lips.

“Okay, fine. I like Mark. But I swear to you, I’m not going to do anything. It literally doesn’t matter. He likes Jenn and I’m helping him pursue Jenn. I know I’m an idiot for getting my feelings tangled up in all of this, but I really care for Mark, so I’m not gonna let something as stupid as this get in the way of that. I’m gonna keep helping him and if I get to continue being his friend after they get together, great! But if our relation-friendship ends there, then that’s also fine. It-“ You hesitated, looking at the pity and confusion on Jaemin’s face. “It’s completely fine,” You said quieter, the weight of your ramble finally hitting you. You didn’t realize how pathetic this whole situation was till your thoughts left your head and were actually voiced.

Jaemin made a sound of disapproval, getting ready to speak before a can of Milkis was placed in front of your plate.

“What’d I miss?” Mark asked, swiftly sliding his body onto the bench. “I cleaned the top already,” He says, tapping your drink.

You smiled with gratitude, before quickly snapping back into wing woman mode. Like it was second nature.

“Jenn wants to catch a movie this weekend, wanna come? Maybe bring Jeno or Jaemin,” your eyes flickered to the man that just watched you word-vomit your inner thoughts. “So it’s less sus, you know?”

Mark’s eyes lit up immediately, the smile on his face lifting his cheekbones to match the pure joy in his eyes. The green in you only faltered your smile slightly. When has he ever smiled like that for me?, you thought.

“Jaem, what do you say? Wanna come?” Mark asked.

Jaemin looked at you as you avoided his eyes. He took a big bite of his food before saying, “I’d rather not.”

Mark instantly pouted and slapped Jaemin’s arms multiple times, whining that it’d be fun. Jaemin continued taking bites of his food, unfazed by Mark’s slaps and silently refusing. You giggled at the sight, but something in your stomach felt uneasy now that Jaemin knows.

Everyone continued finishing up their meals and Mark asked you about this weekend and what movies Jenn likes. You took a sip of your drink and let the carbonation burn your throat. Hopefully, your abrupt confession helps you in this predicament. Having at least one person know would be good, right?

You peered up at Jaemin and his eyes were trained strictly on you, sending goosebumps down your arms.

Maybe not.

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A month has passed since your confession to Jaemin and two and a half months have passed since Operation Jump Jenn began — name courtesy of Haechan, objectively not his best work but you got outvoted. Ever since you started hanging out with Mark and helping out with his love life situation, your friend groups began to merge and you all grew extremely close. It feels like you're known the boys since birth, despite meeting only this year. Due to this and because everyone is all in on Operation Jump Jenn, a camping trip was planned together — more like “glamping” because tents were swapped for a nice cabin. The goal was to get Mark and Jenn some alone time whether it be on a hike or by the campfire. Haechan said they should go as far as making them share a bed, but he quickly earned a smack in the head from Renjun.

The crew had just arrived at the cabin this morning and scurried into the rooms they self-assigned, or should you say argued over, in the car ride up. You obviously got put with Jenn and your friend, Sumin, while the boys fought over who could sleep with Renjun. Surprisingly, Jeno came out victorious.

“Okay, I’m done! I’m gonna go help the boys figure out groceries,” Jenn got up and brushed the dust off her pants.

“Oh, you’ll need backup,” Sumin laughed and trailed after her, leaving you alone in your shared room.

You took your time unpacking just because driving partially took a lot out of you. The bed was looking extra nap-able. Your body soreness also probably came from craning your neck so much to look at Mark and Jenn in the backseat. It was torturous, but you couldn’t look away. It was like self-sabotage.

A light knock on the door caught your attention and you told the person to come in. It was Mark.

Not even trying to hide the immediate smile on your face, you got up off the floor.

“Hey, did you unpack already?”

“Haechan owes me for something, so I made him do it for me.” He sighs happily before plopping onto the bed, basking in his zero responsibilities.

You scoffed and smacked his thigh, “You’re wearing your outside clothes!” You log rolled him over to his side but he quickly positioned himself back.

“All we did was drive,” he whined. “I think our clothes should be relatively clean.” He patted the empty spot next to him. You obviously obliged.

You leaned over to him and jokingly sniffed, “Yeah, but you smell a little.”

Mark mocked offense and grabbed you by the shoulders to pull you into a tight hug, laughing evilly at your cries.

“Then get a gooood smell,” He trapped you in, shaking you around. You pretended to cough on his odor and he gasped. Mark pulled back to look at your face and you were already laughing.

He gave a light flick to your forehead, “Jerk.”

You simply smiled, shoving him away from you before the butterflies in your stomach could get even worse. You had to take a deep breath just to calm down and remind yourself of your place.

“When we have to grocery shop later, you should volunteer with Jenn. She’s already making the list so I’m sure she’ll wanna take over the shopping part as well.” With your eyes trained on the ceiling, the advice just flowed naturally out of you like always. You laid there expecting him to jump up at the idea.

Mark propped his head up with his elbow and looked at you from the side, “I’m kinda tired.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re stupid. You gotta take every opportunity you can get. Jenn’s a little tough to break through and get to know. She’s shy, remember?” You poked his nose and he scrunched at you.

“True,” he pouted. Mark reached over to grab a strand that came loose from your bun after he practically strangled you. He gently brushed it aside and you felt your whole body freeze. Two attacks in one day? Your poor heart.

You cleared your throat and shot up. You grabbed his hand and yanked him with you, to which he instantly groaned.

“C’monnn, let’s goooo,” you pleaded, shaking his arm. “I don’t have the energy to pull you up.”

He used both hands to grab your arm and pulled himself up, leaving you both face to face. You instantly took a step back, frazzled once again. Mark was never good at hiding his facial expressions. It was what made getting close to him so easy. You felt like you could read his mind, and sometimes you dive deeper than he expects. He looked at you a little confused by your distance and you simply gave his arm a squeeze, not wanting to look too suspicious. He smiled.

Mark naturally wrapped his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer and walked the two of you out of the room, “Let’s gooo.”

If he could read you the way you read him, you're sure he’d push you away.

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Scrubbing hard at the dishes, you cursed myself for being so bad at rock, paper, scissors. Yes, it’s a game of luck, but you must have the worst luck in the world to always lose to Lee Haechan. You could hear him snickering at the dining table behind you, smacking on the marshmallows they were about to roast.

“Haechan! Stop snacking and bring those outside,” Jaemin snapped, coming in to bring in more dishes from dinner.

“Yessir!” Haechan mocked a salute and scrambled outside to where Mark and Jenn were setting up the campfire. Jeno and Sumin were looking for more firewood and Renjun went to take a post-dinner nap.

Jaemin bumped you with his hip, scooting you over as he started rinsing your dishes.

“You’re helping?” you asked, shocked that someone would willingly wash dishes.

“Should I stop?” He smiles, threatening to let go of the plate.

“No! No. No. I appreciate the help.”

Jaemin laughs, “That’s what I thought.”

You both stand there quietly washing what felt like millions of dishes. Spending time alone with Jaemin was never uncomfortable, but there were always moments when your mind gets in the way and you think about what he knows.

It’s like he can read your thoughts because he suddenly asks, “Is this trip gonna be okay for you?“

Suddenly hyper-focused on the crust of the pan, you didn’t dare make eye contact with him.

“What do you mean?”

Jaemin takes the pan from you and starts scrubbing himself. You instantly occupy yourself with another dish.

He sighs, “I mean, usually when we set the two up, we’re never actually there to witness how it goes. It must suck to watch them laugh and be happy like that.” His words burn.

You hiss at the realization and almost drop the cup you were gripping. Jaemin tuts and grabs the cup from your hand. His hand on your wrist is tight, begging you to look up. You chew on your inner cheek, hesitantly lifting your eyes to match his.

“It’s only the first day, but we have a whole week. If you ever need to get away from all of this, you find me, okay?” The brown in his eyes is warm and inviting, and his facial structures soften when he’s talking to you. He’s chewing on his bottom lip and you could see how nervous he is for you. You slowly release his grip from your wrist and you hold his hand lightly.

“Thank you, Jaem. But I’ll be okay. I’ve made it this far,” You meekly smile. Your eyes darted to the side of his face to look outside the window where Jenn is throwing marshmallows up in the air for Mark to catch. He looks so happy. Maybe even in love. And that look wasn’t for you. The ache in your chest returns and you hope Jaemin doesn’t catch on. You don’t know what it is that made you so sensitive in this moment, but your vision blurred slightly with tears.

“You sure about that?” He teases, wiping the tear that managed to slip.

“You’re gonna get soap in my eyes,” you scowl, but laugh at how pathetic you're being. He gently blows the suds off your face and you could feel them being replaced with a peachy rose tint on your cheeks.

“C’mon, let’s hurry. They’re gonna eat all the marshmallows and your terrible scrubbing is slowing me down. Jesus, Y/N, I’m finding so many missed food spots.”

Your jaw dropped and you scrubbed harder, “It’s dark in here and my arms are tired from driving! Leave me alone.”

Jaemin looks at you from his peripheral to see you practically scrubbing the varnish off the plates and he smiles. He hopes you'll be okay, but also a part of him hopes you'll seek comfort in him if needed. Was that too much or too selfish to wish for?

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For the rest of the glamping days, you're unintentionally glued to Jaemin’s side. Every activity planned for this trip ended up with you being paired up with him: paddle boarding, hiking, cliff jumping, grilling, and so on. Every partner assignment was decided by rock, paper, scissors, and somehow the two of you kept doing the same one. Some would say it's fate, but Jaemin would call it cheating. He was lucky that Renjun hasn’t caught him changing his hands last minute to copy yours. Truth be told, Jeno noticed a while ago, but decided to let his best friend have his fun.

The universe likes to play its games too. And that’s how you ended up being partnered with Mark for canoeing. You almost fought it till you saw how happy Jenn was to canoe with Sumin. Mark simply shrugged and grabbed two life vests for you guys.

He offered to strap it in for you and you were looking at everything but his face. Unfortunately, you could still feel the steady rhythm of his breath catching up to the racing of your heart.

“I feel like I haven’t talked to you in ages,” Mark said to break the ice. It was true though. Your wing woman duties on this trip were basically minimal as the group joined efforts to get the two together at all costs. It took a lot off of you and you were happily distracted by Jaemin.

“I bet you got a lot of talking done with Jenn though.” you gave him a closed mouth smile, trying to find the positives of your distance, for his sake and yours.

Mark looked at you with anything but happiness. Shouldn’t he be happy? At this rate, Jenn and he are close to making it official.

“I just missed you,” Mark stated like he was releasing air from his lungs. You had your shield up and you were ready to combat it with another sentence about how well his love life is looking. But you saw the look in his eyes and the way his body looked defeated. You tightened the strap on his life jacket and patted over his heart.

“I missed you too,” you replied. It was something you weren't letting yourself admit this entire week. Like fireworks, a smile instantly erupted on his face and he grabbed your hands from his straps, giving your palm a swift kiss before dragging you to your boat.

Your insides screamed at his gesture and your legs failed to move as you stumbled after him. It was like you were in a Mark drought and he was the single drop of water you needed to beg for more.

The remaining of the afternoon was spent paddling in circles and laughing till your throats were dry at your horrible rowing skills. An oar was even lost in the process. Mark also clumsily fell in while trying to reach for a duck. Being the good person you are, you jumped in after him so he wasn’t alone. Admittedly, it looked more fun than sitting in one place on the canoe.

Mark cackled at the life jacket forcing you to bob up and down in the water, making you look like a little kid drowning.

“You look so stupid,” he says in the middle of laughing, accidentally swallowing some lake water.

“Jerk!” you splashed him and he’s sputtering, trying to get the taste out of his mouth. His jaw drops when he realized what you did and he looks at you so seriously. Your hands are ready to splash him again and the water fight begins. You're hurling water toward each other for a good five minutes before he concedes, whining about potentially losing a contact.

You swim towards him, grabbing his face to check his eyes. His contacts were very clearly still intact. You're about to call him out for lying when he suddenly spits water onto your face.

“Marcus Lee.” you threaten him, still holding onto his face. Your eyes are shut in disgust.

You wipe the water off your face and open your eyes to see him grinning evilly.

“That’s not even my name,” Mark giggles.

“‘Mark Lee’ doesn’t have the same impact,” you shrug, moving your hands to his shoulders to stay afloat.

He smiles fondly, holding onto your elbows lightly. The feeling in his chest felt as good as the sun resting on his backside. The warmth of the sunset reflected off your lake-soaked cheeks, plump from laughing, and something stirred in his chest. Something a little too similar to the feeling he was forcing when he was with Jenn. It was the feeling Mark had wished he felt when with her.

Scared of this new emotion, he let go of you and scrambled to climb back into the canoe. He quickly mumbled about wanting to get back before it got dark. You floated there a little confused by his urgency, but followed suit anyways. He tossed you a towel and out of nowhere gained the skills of a professional rower and got you back to the shore in no time. Without even looking back, he trudged towards the cabin, leaving you with the setting sun, cold and confused.

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“So he just left you there?” Renjun asks, scrolling through Netflix to pick a show to watch. It was just the two of you since the rest were too tired from today’s activities.

“Mhmm. It was so weird.”

“I can check up on him in the morning since he’s asleep now. But he probably just had the shits. You know Mark.” He finally settled on an episode of New Girl.

You took a sip of your hot cocoa and pondered the chances. “Mmm true.”

Renjun laughs at your agreement and grabbed a blanket for the both of you.

“But you both had fun, right?” He asks, not really paying attention to the show at all. It seemed like he just wanted to talk and you were fine with that.

“Yeah, I mean we didn’t spend much time together this trip which is pretty rare for us. But you know, The Operation takes priority,” you took another sip to clear the knot that suddenly formed in your throat.

“You probably missed him a loooot, huh?” Renjun hid his smirk behind the mug.

“A normal amount… what are you grabbing at?“ you narrowed your eyes at him and leaned back, surveying his body language. He looked like he was holding something in.

“Oh my god,” he bursts. “Can you just tell me already?” He sets his cup down and grabs your forearms.

“Huh? Tell you what?” Where is this coming from?, you think. You set your cup down too out of precaution.

“I’m not stupid, Y/N. I know you like him, so I need you to confirm it so we can talk freely,” he waved his hands in the air like he was a therapist trying to get you to spill. You almost laughed at how ridiculous he looked.

Your hand slapped against his mouth and you did a quick look around the room. No peeping heads.

“How did you figure it out?“ you whisper-screamed. You could feel the very foundation of Mark's and your friendship crumble.

“Imph phnot phstupidmph,” He muffles out.

“Huh?” You question stupidly and he glares at you, sharply pointing at your hand. “Oh, duh.”

Renjun clears his throat, “I said I’m not stupid. And considering how much time Jaemin has been spending with you, I’m guessing he knows too.” You look at the wall behind his head, feeling guilty.

“I don’t know why you would tell him before me though. We were lab buddies first before you met Jaemin. Not fair, Y/N.” He huffs, crossing his arms. If the security of your love life wasn’t falling apart at this very moment, you would’ve found him endearing.

“Do you think anyone else has figured it out?” you ask.

“No, I’m like the only smart one,” Renjun scoffs.

“Wrong!” A voice booms from the hallway. Haechan walks in yawning, fully decked out in a matching set of pajamas. He takes a swig from Renjun’s hot cocoa, earning him a smack.

He sits down to your right and smiles, “I found out like 2 weeks after you and Mark met.”

“Damn, you found out before Jaemin did,” You admitted. Not even shocked or worried that a third person knows, You sat there dumbfounded.

“Yesss!” Haechan pumps the air and proceeds to take another sip but this time from your cup. You tsked and gave him a flick before grabbing your mug back.

“Okay, so now what?” Renjun asks like there was more to this.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What do you mean ‘now what’?”

Haechan doesn’t even look surprised but Renjun is staring at you like you offended him.

“You’re just… not gonna do anything? Ignore your feelings?” Haechan nodded along with Renjun’s questioning. The angel and the devil on your shoulders, or should I say devil and devil.

“Renjunie, that’s what I’ve been doing, I don’t know if you’ve noticed. I’m the wing woman. I’d be betraying my duty.” You said this like a mantra, a mantra you're been telling yourself for the past few months.

“What about the duty to your heart?”

“Gross,” Haechan chimes in. It earned a scrunch of your nose and a weird look.

“I regretted it the minute I said it,” Renjun slouches defeatedly.

“Look, I appreciate the concern. Jaemin gives me these talks all the time, and trust me, it won’t change my mind. I love Mark too much to get in the way of his happiness. And all for what? Because I have these feelings? That’s ridiculous.”

Haechan and Renjun looked at you with even more pity in their eyes, which is more than you usually see from Jaemin.

“What?”

“It’s worse than I thought,” Haechan whispers.

“You love him.”

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On the morning of the last day, you notice Mark is avoiding you at all costs. He’s even avoiding Jenn. Everyone was packing up the car and he completely took over, not letting anyone touch the luggage or the car. You tugged Renjun to the side to ask what was up and he simply shrugged, saying he doesn’t know what was going on.

When you all make your first pitstop, You and Jaemin are buying snacks for the group. You see Mark staying in the driver’s seat, claiming that he can go the whole way. Both of you give each other concerned looks and Jaemin says he has an idea.

His idea ended up being you switching places with Haechan to sit in the passenger seat, much to his complaints about getting car sick. He does not get motion sick, by the way, especially as the man who has ridden all the rides at Six Flags not once, but twice in one day.

The only time Mark looks at you is to see you climb into the passenger seat. From then on, his grip on the wheel is tight and his eyes are trained on the road. You even offer to do directions for him, but he immediately declines. His cold behavior leaves a weird feeling blooming in your chest and you almost feel sick, regretting the decision to buy a gas station hot dog.

A few hours passed and Haechan and Renjun are knocked out from their endless karaoke and the rest of them followed suit after finally getting some peace and quiet.

“Hey,” you whisper to Mark. “Mark.”

His eyebrows perk up, maybe not expecting you to initiate conversation. “What’s up?”

“Are you good?”

He nervously twists his hands around the wheel. “Yeah, dude. I’m fine.”

You looked him up and down, not believing him at all. “Then are we good?”

“Why wouldn’t we be?” He says with a hint of offense. You grip the sleeves of your hoodie a little tighter. He’s never talked to you this way.

“I-I don’t know. You just seem a little off today, that’s all.” You half confessed. He’s more than just a little off. His behavior was making the air tense and you wished Jaemin didn’t convince you to take the front seat. You chose to stare out the window instead.

“Y/N, there’s nothing wrong. I’m just missing my space, okay?” Mark says sternly, giving you the affirmative sign to leave him alone. Tears instantly prick the corner of your eyes at his tone. Mark has always been a cheerful presence in your life so for these words to be spat at you like this… It felt horrible. It felt like his bad mood was your fault. You tug the hood of your jacket up further and you turned away from him even more, not wanting to make it worse.

“Sounds good,” you managed to mutter, popping in your headphones so you didn’t have to hear any more from him.

Mark spares a glance at you and his eyes instantly soften. Something in his chest twists at the way you're turned away from him, in his favorite hoodie. Jaemin is looking from the seat behind; he’s been watching. He sighs and reminds himself to switch places with you at the next pitstop.

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Finals season hits the minute you all get back from your trip and the only time your group meets up is to study in the library. Mark, who is usually a huge advocate for group studies, is suddenly a solo studier. You haven’t seen him in a week and when you sought out Jenn, she reports the same thing.

Thankfully and unfortunately, your finals were extra rough this semester and you essentially had no time to worry about him. Occasionally, you'd send him texts with your class notes to check up on him, but all you'd get in response is a simple thumbs up.

Jaemin decided to change the scenery and study at a cafe near campus. He had two more exams left, but you only had one so you were definitely more relaxed than he was. You ordered a slice of cake and a pastry and munched away as he tackled his workload. You occasionally fed him bites here and there.

An hour into the study session, the food settled in your stomach as well as the repressed feelings about Mark. You twirled your straw as you stared at Jaemin typing, trying to decide if now was a good time to bother him.

“You’re staring,” He says, continuing to type.

“Yup.” you say, popping your lips.

“Is my handsomeness not blinding?” He smirks, eyes still on his screen. He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly.

You gag and shove a spoon of cake into his mouth. “Nevermind, no more talking. I don’t wanna throw up the food I paid for.”

He laughs and finally lifts his hands off the keyboard. Jaemin takes a sip of his deadly concoction with eight shots of espresso to wash down the cake and raises his eyebrows.

“You can ask, you know?”

You roll your lips in and tap at the table, suddenly too shy to ask.

“Okay, then I’ll just assume and answer. Mark is… weird. Mark’s not really acting like himself right now if I’m being completely honest,” Jaemin admits. He’s lazily poking his ice with the straw, waiting to see your reaction.

“Hmm,” you pretend to ponder his words, suddenly struck with worry. Even though you're still hurt by his actions from the ride back and his sudden desire to avoid you for a week, you can’t help but care. It was almost annoying how much you want to text him, despite his lack of interest in you. It annoyed Jaemin more.

“Why do you do this to yourself?”

Your eyes perked up, shocked by Jaemin’s change in tone.

“He dismissed you on the car ride back. He’s ignored you this entire week. He doesn’t even say thank you when you send him your notes. Why-” He shakes his head, aggravated. “Why are you still worrying about him?”

“Jaemin… you know why.”

“Listen, I love Mark like a brother. But he doesn’t deserve you. You’ve done so much for him with this whole Jenn situation, it’s just not fair to you.” Jaemin says this so seriously, you feel frozen in my spot. You’ve probably heard these words leave his mouth a million times, but today it felt different. His words weighed differently.

“I don’t know what else to do, Jaemin. This is the only thing I can do. It’s the only thing I know how to do.”

“He’s not even appreciative of it!” Jaemin pushes further, growing more desperate to have you hear his words, praying they stick this time. “You don’t need to put yourself through this for his sake.”

You're flattening a piece of the cake with a fork as you actually consider his words. With Mark distancing himself, your mind feels a little clearer, more room for thoughts.

“I wouldn’t be friends with him in the first place if I didn’t agree to be his wing woman. It’s why I’m in his life in the first place. I’m… I’m too scared to risk it.”

Jaemin decides he’s had enough and shuts his laptop, too angry to work. “You’re an idiot if you think he’s only keeping you around because you’re close to Jenn. Why do you value yourself so little? Do you think we’re just friends because we’re both in Operation Jump Jenn? No, Y/N. We’re friends because I like you.”

Jaemin sucks in his breath, at his poor word choice; he looks like he’s in pain. If only she knew I meant it differently, he thinks to himself.

He continues, “So why would Mark, after all this time, not think of you as more than just a wing woman?”

The area around your eyes sting and you could feel yourself fighting back tears. Your lips tremble, choking back a sob. Jaemin’s eyes widen and his hands twitch wanting to hold yours, but he pulls himself back.

“I still can’t tell him. Things won’t be the same.”

The look of pity Jaemin usually gives you is replaced by frustration, and maybe some disappointment. You fidget under his stare, tightly wrapping your arms around your waist. He shakes his head.

“Mark doesn’t deserve you if he leaves you after finding out how you feel. You really think he’d do that? Do you think that lowly of him?” He rests his hands on the table and he looks at you, urging you to try to defend yourself. But his words sink deeper. He’s right, do you really think that lowly of Mark?

You sighed in defeat and in exhaustion. You were at a loss for words, having your thoughts psychoanalyzed in front of you. You don’t think lowly of Mark at all. Shouldn’t you have more faith in him? In us?, you think.

“Why do you have to be so smart?” you glare at Jaemin. He immediately relaxes, smiling in return. He was staring at you for so long, trying to figure out what was going on inside your brain. He was on the edge of his seat, terrified that you'd drop him for his candor. Or that you caught on to his little confession.

He shrugs in response, “Pre-med.”

“You’re annoying,” you laugh, giving his foot a kick. Jaemin laughs with you and opens up his laptop again. You both work for another minute before he stops to look up at you again.

“Hey. I’m sorry if I went too far.” Instead of grabbing your hand, he traps one of your legs with his two. He swings it back and forth with a pout on his face, begging for you two to be okay.

“No, no, I needed that. Thank you for looking out for me.” Your chest warms, knowing that you have someone as lovely as Na Jaemin on your side.

You lean forward and pinch his cheek, “How’d I get so lucky with a friend like you?”

His face falters for a second before snapping back into a smile. He playfully licks your hand and you pull it back in disgust.

“You got me for life unfortunately.”

“Mmm, unfortunately,” you fake pout.

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After your talk with Jaemin, it took you embarrassingly two days to figure out what to do next. Mark still isn’t talking to you and as much as it pains you, it’s actually given you the space to think. You finally decided to do something you should’ve done months ago.

“Do you like Mark?”

Jenn chokes on her sandwich and you scramble to hand her a glass of water, patting her shoulder lightly. Maybe you should’ve timed that better.

“Huh?” There was something swirling around in Jenn’s eyes. Confusion. Pure confusion. It was not what you expected at all.

“I don’t know, do you like Mark?” you repeated, bracing yourself for her answer.

She looked at you and did a quick once over. Jenn realized you were serious and brushed the crumbs off her hands before settling in her lap.

“Mark’s cool. He talks a lot. The only reason we hang or talk is because of you and the boys. That’s kind of what it feels like for me and Mark. I don’t know… sometimes his behavior towards me feels forced. I thought he was just acting this way because I’m your best friend.” She took a sip, looking up and thinking about what more she could say about Mark Lee.

“Wait. What do you mean by that?” The pit in your stomach appears. Did she figure out The Operation?

“Isn’t he just getting on good terms with me because he likes you? I don’t like him, by the way.” Jenn let those words flow out of her mouth as if it was the only thing to say. Like this is how she felt for months.

“Huh?!” It was your turn to be confused. Never in your friendship with Mark have you considered your feelings being returned. You also never expected it to be implied by the person Mark is literally crushing on.

“Wait. Was that not obvious? Every time Mark and I hung out, it just felt… like he was looking for something in me. It was strange. I just assumed it was because he wanted to look good in your eyes like ‘Hey! I’m buddy buddy with the bestie of my crush!’” She waved her fork in the air as she spoke and finally stabbed it into a potato wedge for a bite.

“This is insane.” you sat there, appetite gone. Jenn never reciprocated feelings towards Mark. Jenn thought Mark liked me?, you thought. It felt like your efforts and feelings from the past few months were tumbling down. You were a step away from a spiral.

“What’s insane is that you thought I liked Mark. Don’t you like him?”

You suddenly started choking on your spit and Jenn was quick to hand you a glass of water.

For the rest of the meal, you explained everything to Jenn. From Mark approaching you in class, Haechan coming up with the horrible operation name (to which she gagged), and Jaemin’s talk with you from the other day. She was taken completely by surprise. To be fair, Jenn has always been pretty and has had people of all genders try their hand at flirting with her. She’s always been numb to it, so it’s not surprising that Mark and his loser-like charm didn’t come across as romantic. You use the word ‘loser’ in the nicest way.

At the end of it all, Jenn is furious.

“I can’t believe he’s ignoring you. And for no reason? After all you did for him? Albeit, it didn’t work, and I hope you never try to set anyone else up with me ever again.” At that, you gave her a guilty smile and offered to buy her boba.

“Deal. Anyways, that’s fucking ridiculous. What’s his problem?”

“I don’t know,” you said, picking at your fries. “He asked for space so I’m just gonna give it to him.”

Jenn nods and you avoid her pity stares.

“Jenn… I don’t know what I’m gonna do if I lose him, even as a friend. I-I really like him and I’m so so scared. Like the only two ways I can see this going is him continuing to ignore me and we drift or… or I listen to Jaemin and be honest with him about how I feel. And then he decides to stop being friends with me.”

“Okay, the second one is bullshit. You know Mark wouldn’t do that. He’d freak out, yeah, but he wouldn’t cut you off for that.” She scolds you, before taking another bite of your fries.

“I know. I knooow. But it’s still a fear I have. I’m telling you I’d rather be his friend and make a permanent home in this one sided love affair if it means I can still be in his life. That’s how insane my mind is.” You plop your head in your hands and let out what felt like a four-month-long repressed groan.

“Y/N. You are probably the worst person for yourself.” Jenn clicks her teeth before hand-feeding you a fry, which you sadly munch on.

You sigh, “Yeah…”

“Yeah,” Jenn winces, before pulling you in for a hug.

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Mark Lee is spiraling.

“No because when she looked at me when we were out on that lake, I swear my heart was on steroids. I felt like my whole body was covered in tiny hearts and they were all beating at the same time. It was insane.”

“Uh huh,” Haechan mutters another one word response for what felt like the hundredth time today. He flipped through another page of the magazine before tossing it and reaching for Mark’s Nintendo switch. He shook it in Mark’s face as he paced back and forth.

“Huh? Oh yeah, go for it. Anyways, and when we drove home that day, dude, you should’ve seen the look on her face. I hurt her so bad, but it was like my body was on auto-pilot. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Like my brain and my heart were so confused. Because I like Jenn. I like Jenn, right? But why don’t I get those tiny hearts with her?”

“I don’t know, man. Damn, I can’t catch this stupid spider.” Haechan curses, twiddling his thumb on the remote trying to find joy in Animal Crossing.

“And now I’m not talking to both of them. But it doesn’t feel like I’m avoiding Jenn, but I can feel that I’m avoiding Y/N and it’s killing me.”

“Then. Talk. To. Her.” Haechan enunciates every time he hits a button on the switch.

“Who?” Mark asks, dumbfounded. Mark has had this same exact conversation with Haechan at least twice a day for the past week. If he wasn’t studying, he was bribing Haechan with food to come to his apartment to ramble.

“Stupid spider,” Haechan slams the game on the couch cushion. “And stupid you. How many times do you have to circle around these same thoughts before you figure it out? Do I really have to say it, Mark? I’m trying to save you the embarrassment of admitting something so obvious.” He leans back, crossing his arms to assert some dominance in this situation. It’s ridiculous how many times Haechan has been tricked by food and games to be trapped in Mark’s apartment for the second time today.

Mark just blinks, mouth slightly agape.

Haechan tilts his head, poking his cheek with his tongue. He raises his eyebrows, urging him to think just a little harder.

Mark finally looks up, as if a new thought crossed his mind. He gasps softly.

He covers his mouth as he mumbles, “No way…”

Haechan rolls his eyes at his dramatics, “Yes way.”

Mark pokes himself hard in the chest, “Do I like Y/N?”

“And he figures it out!” Haechan sarcastically cheers, clapping his hands. “Now can you buy me some actual food please?”

“No no no. Sit down. Because now we need to discuss this.” Mark starts pulling at his hair, even more stressed out than he was before.

“Oh my GOD,” Haechan screams. “What is there to discuss? You like her! Go tell her!”

Mark’s eyes bugged out as if Haechan turned into a mythical being. “Are you insane? No, scratch that. Am I insane? I started talking to her because I liked her best friend. I asked her to help me get close to her best friend. Our entire relationship is essentially built on this crush and you want me to tell her that I like her? Oh god, she has to hate me. She definitely hates me.”

Mark stopped pacing and dropped to the ground in a squat. He’s full-on gripping his hair and Haechan is just watching. He forgot that Mark technically doesn’t know she likes him back and he pities him for a second before thinking he’s stupid again for not noticing. Everyone noticed.

Mark finally raises his head and his face is left with tear trails. Haechan gets up immediately and wraps his arms around Mark’s shoulders.

“Oh, Marky,” Haechan sighs.

“Shit.”

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Mark (anatomy): hello!

Mark (anatomy): hi

Mark (anatomy): hey

Mark (anatomy): oh God sorry. I didn’t know which one to send and i accidentally sent them all

Mark (anatomy): HAHAHAH uhhh…

Mark (anatomy): can we talk? I wanna apologize in person.

You couldn’t help but laugh rereading Mark’s texts from this morning as you waited for him at the park. It took you an hour on your own and a 30-minute encouragement session with Jenn to work the confidence to agree to meet him. As nervous as you were to hear what he has to say, you missed him most of all and just wanted to see him. You sat on the second swing on the right, the same one you sat in when the two of you met outside of class the first time.

“Y/N?”

“Oh! Hi,” You got up from the swing to greet him, feeling a bit awkward. You could sense he felt weird too.

You and Mark are simply classmates. You've been paired up in group projects a couple of times in class and when you see each other on campus, you both timidly wave. But most of the time, you're staring at the back of his head in class, wondering what it’d be like to sit next to him and talk.

So when he asked for your number and texted to meet at the park, your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your chest. Could he see you boring holes into his head or does he look at you the same way?

You wiped your hands on your dress and clasped them in front of you as he stood in his spot, about two feet away.

Why did I wear a dress?, you thought. This is so embarrassing. I look like I’m dressed for a date.

“You look nice,” He says, smiling to break the ice and simultaneously ridding you of your fashion doubts.

“Oh. Thanks,” you force a laugh, also trying to break the ice. “Um, why did you ask me to meet at a park?”

His eyes lit up and he chuckled, “I thought it’d be a good place for some scheming. You know, like in the movies.”

You blinked a few times, not quite catching on. “Scheming?”

He took the swing next to you and sat down. You copied his actions, twisting to look at him. He kicked up to catch some air and swung slightly.

“Okay, this is going to be weird, because I know you barely know me.” Not true, I thought. “But I wanted to ask you a favor. Half of my friends think I’m a dick for this and the other half say that you look understanding, so maybe I should give it a shot. Jaemin was super against it though, so I feel like I’m about to pee my pants right now. I thought about it for like two days and decided, you know what? It wouldn’t hurt to see how you felt, so here I am.” He used his feet as breaks as he finished his ramble to look at you, to seriously look at you.

Your grip on the swings tightens and you can smell the rust smearing on your palms. You can’t believe you get to see your crush this close to your face and he wants to ask you a favor. Your chest feels bubbly with anticipation. You nod, asking him to continue.

“I like Jenn.” The bubbles pop.

“O-oh,” you say. Your mouth has gone completely dry and the wind picked up to blow strands in your face. You quickly brush them away and swallow.

“You… you like my Jenn?” I tightly tuck the strands behind your ears, trying to compose yourself. He giggles and picks up a loose one to help. Mark Lee, what are you doing to me?, you think.

“Yeah. I wanna get closer to her and I know you guys are friends.”

“Best friends,” you clarify, hesitantly.

“Right, right. I know this is insane and I’m like completely using you. So feel free to say no to helping me. You can probably see how desperate I am, but I also can take rejection pretty well! I think.” He tousled his hair with his hand and reoriented himself.

Clearing his throat, Mark admits, “I’m not… I’m not the best with girls. My game is off completely and I think I really like Jenn. So I thought I’d try. I wanna try. I just don’t know where to start. So I’m sorry if I’m going the wrong way about this or if I offended you.” He huffs. The boy-next-door charm you always see him carry around campus fades and he looks defeated. Despite the slight crack I feel in your heart, it swelled looking into his eyes. He must really like her.

“I’ll help you.”

Mark perked up, his whole body shaking the swingset. “What? Really?” His toothy grin returns and your heart lurches knowing it was partly because of you.

You nod, “Mhm. You seem nice, I think Jenn would like you.” I like you, you thought.

He gets up and tackles you on the swings with a hug. You fall backward and he quickly catches the back of your head before it hits the ground, eyes wide in fear.

“Oh my god, I almost killed you,” he laughs in disbelief. You’re gonna be the death of me, Mark Lee.

“Y/N!”

You almost drop your phone, looking up to meet the eyes of the boy that avoided you for almost two weeks. You thought you'd be overcome with anger, but you weren't. Instead, you felt exactly the same way you felt the first day at the park. Nervous.

“Hey,” you smiled slightly, not getting up from your spot. Mark falters slightly noticing your cold front. He stumbles on the woodchips as he walks over to the swing next to you.

You two swing slightly in silence and you're beating yourself up in your head for not having the courage to curse him out. Jenn prepared you to go off on him and you can’t even open your mouth, you whine to yourself. The more you two sit here, honestly, the angrier you get. Shouldn’t he be saying something? He called you out here in the first place. Before you could utter a word, Mark finally clears his throat.

“I’m sorry.”

You lift your head to look at him, the first look at him since you took some time apart, and your heart already races when you meet his eyes. You know you're doomed when all the anger suddenly dissipates. You almost want to laugh at how silly this situation is. You still don’t say anything, waiting for him to continue.

“You’re probably confused as to why I’ve been avoiding you. At first, I didn’t know why either. And I know that ignoring you without telling you why wasn’t the move, but it helped me figure it out.” He broke eye contact with you and he started to fiddle with the rings on his fingers. His eyebrows are furrowed and he looks frustrated.

“I did it because I was scared. I was scared because I don’t like Jenn anymore. I’m starting to think I never did.” Mark confesses and he looks upset with himself. You get a good look at his face and you notice the eyebags, the pallor, and his chapped lips. He looks exhausted. You wonder if you look the same.

He sniffles. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I literally put you through all of this just for me to realize I don’t even like her. I used you. And I feel selfish because I still want you in my life.”

“Mark…,” you finally speak, your throat feels rough as if it’s been days. “I have to tell you something.” Your voice came out like a whisper, but it was all the strength you had.

He looks up, a signal to continue.

“As shitty as it was for you to ignore me for over a week, it let me do some thinking too,” you sigh, not wanting to say what comes next. “I don’t think we can be friends right now. And-and don’t worry, it’s not because of the whole 'you befriending me for Jenn' thing. I don’t want you to feel guilty for that because I honestly feel so grateful to have been your friend. I hope, I guess, you feel the same way. But, uh, it’s actually because… it’s because I like you, Mark.”

His jaw drops slightly and his eyes widen, almost like he forgot how to function. It was almost cartoon-like.

“Yeah,” you awkwardly laugh. “I’ve actually liked you from the start, and I’m not saying that to make you feel guilty. I just thought you should know — to help you understand. Anyways, I realized how hard it is for me to be friends with you when I have these feelings for you. It wouldn’t be fair to me, and I’d be dishonest to you if I continued being friends with you under the guise of purely platonic intentions, you know? I really, really hope you understand.”

You let out a breath, half relieved and half anxious. After rehearsing that a few times with Jenn, you didn’t expect the words to come out so smoothly. Especially when he’s staring at you like this. However, your pride fades as you wait for his response, a response that determines the future of your relationship.

“I don’t understand,” Mark says firmly. He’s shaking his head trying to wrap his mind around all of it. It feels like a rejection.

“Mark,” you whine, not wanting him to finish his thought -- to spare yourself the awaited pain.

“No, I don’t understand because… because I like you too.”

Heat immediately flushed throughout your chest as you heard the three words you never expected to come out of Mark’s mouth. Your mouth is itching to smile, but a part of you feels doubtful still, weighing down the corners of your lips.

“Are-are you sure? Like are you sure your mind isn’t tricking you into thinking you like me because you realized you don’t like Jenn?” You lean in, close to falling off the swings. You look at him with so much seriousness, but he meets you with a giggle.

“If my mind was tricking me, it’s awfully persistent. I think… in trying to get Jenn to like me, I started to fall for you,” Mark says as if he’s putting the last piece of the puzzle down.

“The image I had of Jenn wasn’t what I expected and I think, while in denial, I was forcing it onto her. I was trying so hard to have real feelings for her, but I think I was also still trying because it meant I got to be with you. Our friendship was contingent on me getting with Jenn, so I guess I was subconsciously scared of losing us… But at the same time, deep down, I wanted more than just a friendship with you.”

Mark looks at you and he offers the widest smile like he found his answer. A smile that ignites the fuzzy fire in your body even more. Your heart is racing so loud you can’t even hear your thoughts.

“Marcus Lee, I didn’t know you had those words in you,” you giggle, trying to soften the conversation.

He shrugs, “Dude, I didn’t think I did either. I just really like you, Y/N. And to be honest, Haechan helped a little.”

As quickly as the happiness came, it washed away just as fast. No matter how ecstatic you were to hear Mark say he likes you back, you couldn’t stop the disgusting doubt that lingered in your mind. You’ve always been in wing woman mode around him, and trying to imagine another scenario where you're the girl he wants is harder than you thought.

“Mark?” you turned to look at him.

“Yeah?” He looks at me with a different light in his eyes.

“I want to believe you, but... I can’t. I can’t really wrap my head around it, I’m sorry.” you clasp your hands together out of nerves.

He dims only a little, “No, I get it." He nods as if gathering the courage to say what's next.

"I can see how it’d be hard to believe. But I’ll prove it to you…

I won’t let you doubt my feelings.”

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A/N: ahhh thanks for reading if you did!!! the only proofreading i did was to change from first person to second person. sorry about the mistakes but thank you for enjoying it if you did <3

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chrollohearttags · 2 years

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Just imaging Reiner being unhealthily obsessed with his chubby black girlfriend and the fact that you’re a squirter.

cw//overstimulation, squirting, my bby is a little aggressive in this 🥹, dirty talk, clit play, light slapping and choking bc he would never hurt us

📝: I am so in love with this man like god help me! this has been stuck in my head for weeks now and I just can’t get over it 😵‍💫

Mans practically worships the ground you walk on and is in love with your body from head to toe! It wasn’t bad enough that you had him wrapped around your finger with just your personality and pretty face, but when you gave him that plump, juicy pussy, that’s when he really became a fool. This reserved, sweet, big ol’ teddy bear of a man turns into a pitiful little puppy dog of a simp when it comes to his woman.

but one night, he’s burrowed over you..legs pinned back so that he has ample room to work. His full body weight pressed firmly into your thick thighs as he keeps you pinned to the jolting and soaked mattress.

“..No running from me tonight, cupcake.. ‘giving you all this dick..”

muttering between heavy breaths and long strokes. Reiner, trying his damndest to maintain his stamina. That fat, pulsating cock is constantly pumping its way through the tight canal of your swollen pussy. A creamy concoction of your arousal was all over his lower half and the bed sheets, making it a beautiful mess. The white mixture slathered down your beautiful almond skin. It was a sensation like none he had ever experienced before..

“Look at that pretty little pussy..so wet f’r me..I love it.”

warm, dripping wet and extremely tight; it melded to him with each thrust..one deeper than the next. But it was what followed that made him mad with passion, lust and pure love..

a splash of clear, urine like liquid showering him after a solid five minutes of pounding into you. When he felt that sudden twitch and the force of your palms against him, he had no other choice but to halt and when he did, he got to witness the waterworks first hand.

that shit was so sexy to him…and with his dick still nestled deep inside nonetheless. You couldn’t ever get rid of him now! Even if you wanted..but that dick was way too good to even consider such a thing.

“Fuck..that’s so hot, baby..you have to do it again..”

he enjoyed it so much in fact, that he made you do it twice now. Squirting: he had heard about it but to experience and make his girl do it hit completely different.

Along with the sound of the headboard repeatedly slamming against the wall, pitiful cries and gravelly grunts..as well as the smacking of drenched skin colliding created the atmosphere in the room.

it drove him crazy seeing the soft plumpness of your lower half collide with his toned v-line and abs. Not only that, his heavy, full balls are slapping vehemently against your needy hole.

your eyes practically fighting to stay in the front of your head but the way he was digging in your spot, placing his claim on it..that was impossible! Those fat, thick lips covering the pretty pink insides of your sore little cunt were practically swallowing the sensitive red tip of his dick.

for an inkling of a moment, you manage to raise your hands to his chiseled stomach, trying to get him to pause momentarily.

“..daddy.. ‘s, too much..gotta stop.”

the quiet shrill barely making it out of your mouth after what was probably your third induced orgasm.

unfortunately for you, the pathetic pleading only adds fuel to his ever growing fire of passion. It’s only when he pulls back for a split second do you catch a break but only to examine the aftermath of his work thus far.

suddenly, you hear a chuckle and see him lean down to gently stroke your face. The loving brush is followed by slow, deep tongue kisses that made you clamp up yet again.

“..not gonna happen, darling.”

the sight of those legs trembling uncontrollably, your pudgy stomach splayed in your own cum and your tongue hanging out..he couldn’t help but be proud. For a moment, those rough hands groped your soft, round tits..

that’s when he pushed himself back in and wasted no time stimulating you yet again. Deep, plunging strokes; one right after the next filled your womb and you could feel it in the pit of your tummy as well.

it felt so fucking good!..your legs were as good as useless right now so he doubled back and curled them up himself so he had full reign. Your quivering little spot was getting beat up but in the best way.

it was very overwhelming for him and he didn’t know what to do with himself! As you clutched him tighter, Reiner decided to lightly clutch your throat. He could tell you liked that and it really pushed him further.

his pace was rough; fast, short thrusts and each one stabbing at your center.

“Right there! Fuck..I’m gonna come, baby.. ‘gonna cum so hard for you..”

you better had been able to back that claim up because he was going to hold you to it in a second. Lubing the already saturated folds with his saliva, he’d press his thumb to your clit and massage tiny circles onto the bud.

he hit his final stride and it was if he were trying to put you through the bed! Those heavy grunts became louder as he got directly in your face, cooing for you to come. That sloppy little cunt was barely even containing him at this point..it was slipping out so he knew it was time.

“..you know what I want..do it for me, baby..squirt all over this fucking cock.”

after only a couple more aiding strokes, he’d massage that clit rapidly and bring you to your peak shortly after. Your breath caught for a moment before releasing a loud cry along with a stream of sweet arousal.

“Oh God! Yes, I’m coming! I’m fucking coming..”

just as he desired, that sticky rain splattered everywhere in the line of fire. The sight was one to behold. And from the position you were folded up in, some even managed to catch your face and abdomen.

when you finally spilled your last drop, it was as if you flatlined and fainted; only slightly twitching afterwards. Reiner was utterly impressed and at a lost for words. Watching you do that broke him and he’d jerk himself in his palm; spilling a warm, gooey nut onto your thighs and stomach simultaneously.

that was game over for the both of you and he’d fall by your side to revel in the afterglow.

“..hey, look at me.” he’d beckon with a finger underneath your chin. He’d lightly tap the side of your cheek to bring you back to consciousness and when he did, your eyes would meet.

it amazed him how you managed to look so beautiful even in the most vulnerable moments. Bringing your face closer, Reiner slid his tongue into your mouth and you’d make out passionately.

“You did so fucking good, cupcake..that’s my good girl..”

cooing softly in a whisper that made you feel so babied.

for now, you couldn’t move a muscle. Your body and mind were stuck in that place of blissful ecstasy neither of you wanted to come out of.

the sheets, each other’s skin..all soaked in that beautiful mess you made. He was officially hooked on you now and there was no way he’d ever give this up.

this amazing gift was all for him and no one else..forever and always.

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annesstardustchords · 11 months

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You Look So Perfect - Marc Spector X Reader

Request from @simpforbritgents : "I’m convinced that Marc would love and not be able to help fucking you (respectfully ofc) when you steal his clothes bc it’s all oversized on you and he knows you love wearing his clothes."

I'm OBSESSED with this idea so ofc I had to make it filthy :)))

CW: Smut under the cut, weed usage, alcohol consumption, oral (f receiving), fingering, light choking, praise kink, size kink, reader is referred to as "girl" - ie, "pretty girl", "sweet girl", "good girl", etc.

(lmk if I missed anything!)

Playlist: Salt and The Sea - The Lumineers, Mistakes - Sharon Van Etten, Come Here - Dominic Fike, Baby - Born Without Bones

Every reblog and like is appreciated - thank you all for the love on my first fic <3

Your boyfriend, Marc, wasn't home. He'd been gone since early in the morning, out chasing scarabs and such; this was pretty normal for him, and for you. He was rarely around during the days lately. You missed him. God, did you fucking miss him. Any time he was away, it was like he took your heart with him. Tonight wasn't any different, and you needed him. To have his arms wrapped around your waist, to take in his scent, to listen to his breathing as his chest moved beneath the rest of your head; just to be in the same fucking room for once. Even seeing him from a distance would suffice at this point.

You weren't sure what had you so worked up. Sure, you missed Marc, but you miss Marc every time he's gone, so what made today any different?

Regardless, you figured that sitting around and moping wouldn't fix the ache in your chest for him, or the flush in your cheeks from the tingling in your lower belly, or the stupid aphrodisiac effect that wine had on you (and you had drank about a half a bottle on your own,) so you decided to just go to bed and hope he's there when you wake up in the morning.

But that didn't work either.

An hour had passed, and you are still wide awake. With an annoyed groan, you sit up and grumpily make your way into the kitchen, bare feet shocking your system at the coolness of the tile beneath you. You shiver as you grab your box of joints from the cabinet, rubbing the goosebumps on your arms as you make your way back to your bedroom. You open the window and place the ashtray on the sill, reaching behind you to pick up Marc's sweater up off the couch, slipping it on as you climb out the window onto the fire escape, grabbing a joint from the box still sitting on the windowsill as you do so.

You let yourself drown in his massive sweater whilst you light the joint, the freezing cold air hitting you hard. You take a hit, holding the smoke deep in your lungs with a massive inhale, the scent of Marc hitting your nose as you do so. You exhale, and bury your nose into the neckline of his hoodie, taking in as much of his cologne as you can.

You stay sat on the fire escape for 15 minutes, smoking the entirety of the joint and longing for Marc; the soft hums of muffled indie playing throughout your apartment as your high fully hits. You shuffle back inside, closing the window behind you and dropping the box and ashtray to your side table with a clunk as you fall into your bed.

You leave the music on, fully basking in the size of Marc's hoodie, rolling around in it as if you were in a music video. You knew it was the weed talking, but it almost -almost- felt like he was holding you; his aroma surrounding you in a fog-like hug as you lazily hummed along to the song playing, giggling at nothing in particular.

You kicked off your sweatpants and stood up, bouncing around to the music as you filled your glass with more wine (not that you needed it,) and swayed around to the beat in some pitiful attempt to tire yourself out.

You weren’t sure how long he’d been watching but as you opened your eyes and swirled around, your red eyes met Marc's dark ones.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he smiles.

“Marc!” You squeal, running over to him and practically chucking yourself into his strong arms.

"I missed you so fucking much," he murmurs into your hair, the rasp in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Are you really here?" you whisper, holding onto him as if your life depended on it.

"Yeah, pretty girl," he chuckles, "I'm right here."

"I missed you so much. Had to smoke a whole J on my own to get you outta my head," you joke, poking at his ribs, "It didn't work, though."

"I'm sorry I was gone for so long," he sighs, pulling away from you and tossing his bag onto his floor, "But I-"

He pauses for a little too long, looking at you up and down like a man starved.

"But you...?" you prompt, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"Nothing, I- it doesn't matter. You... Fuck- You look really fucking good in my sweater, baby," he groans, grabbing you by the waist.

"Oh?" you giggle, "You like it when I wear you clothes, hm?"

"Fuck, I really do. Lets me know you're mine," he whispers, swooping his head down to place a passionate kiss to your lips, "But as much as I like it on you, I think I'd prefer it off."

You blush and step back, slowly removing the sweater from yourself to reveal your bare chest and pink panties.

"Better?" you sheepishly ask, biting your lip as you smile.

"Much better," he sighs, taking a step towards you and pulling you toward him again, "God, I gotta taste you, pretty girl. Can I please, please taste you?"

"Please, Marc," you whimper as he places gentle kisses to your neck, the various substances coursing through your blood stream causing every little touch to set your skin on fire.

"C'mon, princess," he grunts as he picks you up bridal-style, carrying you back to your bed as you giggle and nip at his collar bones.

You cherished that small moment; having his tall, strong figure encapsulating your petite one in comparison to his. It made you feel safe - protected, like nothing could hurt you.

He gently places you onto the mattress, and in what feels like the same motion, grabs your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed.

"Gonna make you feel good, sweetheart. Been away so long, I gotta reward you for being so patient," he smirks as peppers kisses from your sternum down to your belly button.

"Please make me feel good, Marc. Missed you bad," you murmur, trying to restrain from begging him even though that's all you wanted to do. You'd get on your knees and fucking beg - that's how much you needed him.

He smiles and runs a finger over your clothed cunt, causing you to take a sharp breath. He tucks a finger under the waistband of your panties and pulls them down in the same motion, chucking them somewhere behind him.

"God, you're fucking perfect," he whispers, admiring the sight in front of him.

Meanwhile, you were admiring the sight below you.

He looked so fucking good. His big, lustful eyes gazed upon you like it was the first time he'd seen you naked. He was him, and you were you, but it was like it was the first time all over again.

"Marc," you whined, wriggling under the hold he had on your hips.

"What do you need, princess?" he asks, cocking his head to the side with a joking intonation in his voice.

"Please, just fucking touch me," you finally beg.

He smiles then, ducking his head between your thighs, placing a kiss to each inner thigh before kitten licking a single stripe through your folds. You moan and let your head fall back at the sudden relief.

He nips at your clit as he lets his hand explore your chest, tweaking your nipple as his fingers trace across it. The simple action feels like fireworks across your body, setting you on fire.

"You taste so good, sweet girl," Marc groans, licking his lips.

He dips his finger into your entrance, gathering your arousal on his thumb and raising his hand to your mouth.

"Open, baby," he says, swiping across your bottom lip. You do as he says, opening your mouth and taking his thumb onto your tongue, tasting yourself on him. You suck ever so slightly, though it's enough to send Marc into a crazed hunger. He fully attaches his lips to your clit, licking and sucking as he enters a finger into your hole, hooking it right where you needed him to.

"Oh my God, Marc... Fuck- Feels so fucking good," you moan, your head lulling to the side as he eats you out like he'll never touch you again.

"That's it, baby," he praises as you moan; something he'd do every so often as an act of incentive; of devotion, "Take what you need."

At that, you let your hips snap up, your clit bumping his nose with a strangled moan from you as Marc's hand makes its way up your stomach, grabbing at the flesh of your hips to keep you in place - just enough, though, that he'd still have control over you.

"Fuck, Marc... Need you," you whine, rolling your hips against him.

"You have me, sweetheart," he chuckles, the vibrations from the wonderous melody of his laugh like electricity against your aching core.

"Mh-mh," you moan, shaking your head, "Wanna fuck you."

"Oh, really?" he chuckles, ceasing his actions on your clit much to your dismay. He climbs on top of you, holding himself just inches from your face. He places a delicate kiss to your lips, but you're having none of it- pulling his lips to yours like they're your only source of oxygen. Passionate; all the yearning for him pouring out of your lips onto his.

"Please? I've been such a good girl for you- waited so long for you to come home... Didn't even touch myself," you mutter between kisses.

"Oh, fuck, y/n. You can't say shit like that," he groans as you feel him grow insatiably hard against your thigh.

"Can't help it," you groan, rutting your hips into him, "I need you to know how you make me feel."

"I'm boutta make you feel a whole lot better, dollface," he smirks.

To Be Continued...

#smut #marc spector smut #marc spector #moon knight smut #moon knight x you #pining #marvel #marvel smut #jake lockley #steven grant #steven grant smut #jake lockley smut

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wonjnz · 8 months

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drunk on (the thought of loving) you

₊˚⊹ summary: five years of loving hanbin can be told within taking five shots.

₊˚⊹ genre: angst (idk if this is even sad at all.. VV SLICE OF LIFE), best friend!hanbin, collegel!au | wc: 2.2k

₊˚⊹ warning(s): swearing, mentions of drinking | inspo: that’s what you get - paramore

₊˚⊹ a/n: idk this was kinda scrapped last month .. i’ll just post this bc i wanna keep this acc alive!!!

i. the first shot

you vividly remember watching hanbin crying in the driver’s seat.

you were the first person he called right after he got dumped by his now ex-girlfriend; and all you could do was watch and offer him a few tissues from the passenger’s side, occasionally offering a “she wasn’t all that, anyway.” whenever hanbin would rant about how much he wasted his love on her just to get ghosted.

“i don’t know anymore, y/n. am i that dumb to not notice she isn’t into me?” he asks despite his throat dry from crying, looking at you.

and that’s when you had that damn cheesy realization the moment you looked at hanbin again — the realization where you’ve stupidly fallen for your long-time best friend and that stupid, high school love you’ve been trying to avoid for all these years slowly dawns on you now despite both of you in college.

you shrug your feelings off for the meantime, “of course not. plus, you deserve someone way better.” you assure him.

the moment you arrive home, you’ve had the whole night to confirm that you were, in fact, helplessly in love with sung hanbin.

you don’t even know how it started — maybe it was during the one time he tiredly slept on your shoulder while on the way home from a field trip, or the way he’d always invite and mention you everywhere and anytime he could to the point even his friends thought you were together, and you don’t even dare try to remember how he said “i’ll love you whenever nobody is there to do it.” that one night during your nightly calls.

and as if that wasn’t already a big wave enough, zhang hao’s reaction to it felt like a tsunami.

“say you’re kidding right now.” zhang hao says in disbelief at your confession the next day, putting his drink down to focus solely on you. “you, liking your — our best friend since middle school, right after his ass got dumped?”

you frown and shrug as a reply, “i don’t know, everything just clicked that time. i think that’s like three years worth of having to interpret his mixed signals towards me.”

zhang hao sighs at your confused state, taking a sip from his coffee before speaking up, “so you’ve liked him for at least three years now?”

slowly nodding, you put your head in your hands. “god, i’m such a fucking dumbass, hao.” you say exasperatedly as you dread the day you’d grow tired and finally confess to hanbin,

“you think you’ll try talking to him about it soon?”

“i don’t think i’ll ever have the guts to tell him, hao.” you say defeatedly, looking down at your phone to see that hanbin sent another really long rant about his ex. “not when he’s still fresh out of a relationship, that’s for sure.”

“i’m just scared that once i confess, i’ll ruin everything. i’ll ruin us.”

you felt helpless, hopeless even, just the mere thought of seeing hanbin’s pitiful reaction at your confession is enough to make you pass out in the bustling cafe you were in. what more when he’ll start distancing himself days after? you were terrified.

zhang hao waves your fear off nonchalantly, “you’ll never know. what if you’re in some kind of drama and this could be your chance?” he tries to lighten the mood, smiling victoriously when you raise your eyebrows at him.

“don’t feed into my delusions hao,” you roll your eyes at him. “i'll just tell him once i'm over from this whole dumb ‘liking your best friend’ thing.”

“by the looks of it, i don't think that's happening anytime soon.”

you scoff and playfully hit zhang hao’s shoulder, receiving a small scowl from him, “but you gotta admit, we make a good pair,”

“he just doesn't love me that way.”

ii. the second shot

sometimes you wish you weren’t too adamant on hanbin drinking his heartbreak out, especially now that you’re left with a drunk-out-of-his-mind hanbin in your apartment. (you mentally curse zhang hao for leaving earlier than expected.)

the night started off with the three of you making a toast to hanbin moving on, which then evolved into a mini ranting session about going into college life, then a sudden karaoke break, zhang hao leaving after, and now this.

you’re both slouched on the dining table, arms serving as your only pillow because for some reason you can’t walk over to your sofa, and with no knowledge of time as you ramble on about the most random topics you could think of.

hanbin hums amusingly, “y’know, even if you say nobody is there to love you, i’m always here as your best friend.” his words slurred and groggy. and even with the amount of alcohol in your system numbing your senses, you still felt that little sting in your heart, you only laugh as a reply.

“so you'll only ever see me as a friend?”

you hear him hum lowly, “of course, what else would i think of you as?”

right, of course.

“not even more than a friend?” you, or the alcohol in your system, ask again. hanbin slowly hums again, the sound softening until you're met with nothing but the sound of the bustling city outside your apartment.

a few minutes passed by and you finally gain the strength to at least sit up, the sight of hanbin sleeping coming in full view — his slight pout, light breathing with a few snores here and there, and ruffled hair was honestly a sight you wished you could look at forever. but you swear the longer you stared at him, that god-awful feeling of regret starts to feel even stronger than before.

but that night, you fell in love with sung hanbin for a second time.

iii. the third shot

“you know, we started talking again.” hanbin shares through the phone, going silent as he expects some reaction. no way.

you shift in your seat, “seriously? didn’t you say you officially moved on like what, two years ago?” hanbin smiles sheepishly to himself before saying, “she messaged me last night, so i replied. we talked the whole time i barely slept.”

“we’ll hang out a bit after this actually! you wanna join us?” he offers innocently, your heart receiving a jab this time when you noticed how excited his voice seemed just at the mere thought of seeing her, you knew hanbin well enough to know he was madly in love yet again.

you stay silent for a few minutes before speaking up, “you guys have fun, i don’t wanna be the third-wheel between you two.” hanbin mumbles a small ‘awe,’ before eventually ending the call to get ready.

next thing you know, you’re on facetime with zhang hao bawling your eyes out about what just happened. “see i told you, he’s still hung up on her.” he says while walking around his apartment.

genuinely speaking you don’t know what’s worse, the harsh truth zhang hao was telling or the way you could barely hear his voice due to the amount of muffling and moving he’s doing.

“did you see the way he’s talking about her? he’s literally the most obvious man alive.”

“you’re really not helping me here hao.”

“right, sorry.” zhang hao immediately shuts up, humming a bit before speaking up again. “i know it’s not easy, but at least try to move on from him, y’know?” he says, his voice filled with sympathy at your state.

before you could speak up zhang hao continues on, “it’s not possible, i know, or — i don’t know, just tell him so you can get that burden off, i’m sure he’ll understand anyway.”

you groan at the thought of confessing, “are those really my only choices?”

“unless you wanna live with getting hurt over and over again, yeah.” zhang hao shrugs.

you sigh at his advice, he was right after all, but every time you remember your friendship is at stake; you back out at the last minute. “i’ve been handling this for two years, hao, don’t you think i can handle two more?” zhang hao chuckles almost pitifully.

“of course not, you’ve been handling this whole hanbin thing for, correction, five years too long. you've genuinely gone batshit crazy.”

“honestly hao fuck you because was the last part really that necessary?”

iv. the fourth shot

god, you’re tired of hanbin’s constant compliments about her; how she’s the best person in the world, how she’s the prettiest girl he’s seen, how she’s so special and dear to him. almost every conversation you’ve had would always go back to something related about her, even if it meant the most absurd topics only you three would know. the topic could be about how zhang hao got lost in the middle of a forest and hanbin would still tie it back to her.

hell, he even mentions her even while drinking.

but you’ve handled it for five years now, so what’s the difference?

the three of you were celebrating your graduation in zhang hao’s apartment, the bouquet from your parents laying on the sofa while your togas were thrown across the room while zhang hao’s coffee table was filled with a bunch of soju and shot glasses you bought from a nearby convenience store.

“thank god we’re finally graduates, i can finally escape from all those girls taking candid pictures of me.” zhanghao sighs in relief the moment he starts downing his first drink of the night, pouring more.

“you sure? i already saw new fansites of you online, they’ll never leave you alone at this rate.” hanbin retorts, you chuckle at zhang hao's horror as he's frantically checking his twitter to see pictures of him at his graduation.

the night, cliché enough, felt like a dream. the three of you basking in the temporary freedom of adulthood before you start looking for work.

as it went on, you missed the days where you could look at hanbin without noticing the stars in his eyes, the days where you could still speak full coherent sentences whenever his attention is fully on you, and zhang hao noticed.

“it's just hard to say no to someone you really loved,” you hear hanbin say, zhang hao had brought up his ex (to your absolute horror and zhang hao's drunkenness) and you've been quiet the whole conversation.

“especially with her, it felt like i had no more to give but the moment we talked — there was still something left.”

you chuckle, not at him, but the way his words hit how you feel with hanbin right in the center. and yet you just can't refuse to give hanbin the little love you have left even when he's freely giving his own to someone else.

you take another shot to drown your feelings out more, “so you just can't say no, right?” you ask, seeing if he feels the same way.

hanbin smiles at you before nodding, placing his shot glass down to lean back on his chair. “yeah. you really can't.” he answers, confirming that you were both experiencing the same form of love. but painfully enough, just not towards each other.

god, was the truth so anticlimactic for you.

the way hanbin talks about her with the same lovestruck eyes whenever you talk about him to zhang hao, how you notice the little things in hanbin the way he also notices the little things in her — you knew it from the start.

but to see it slapped to your face despite knowing how it'll end, just felt like reality slowly kicking in the more drinks you take.

and now, under zhang hao's dim apartment lights, you realized that the truth that sung hanbin will never see you as more than his most cherished best friend since middle school, really does hurt.

you swear you were just drinking your first shot, but when you woke up to find yourself on zhang hao's bed; a loud snore coming from the living room and—

v. the fifth shot

“you awake?”

shit.

quickly turning to hanbin's figure by the bedroom door despite the pounding headache, you slowly nod. “just woke up actually.”

as you slowly look at hanbin by the bedroom door, you immediately remember the day you realized your feelings for him — his face puffy from crying yet still so pretty under that orange sunset glow, his hands that’d usually tap on the steering wheel when he was starting to calm down again, and the way his shirt was so wrinkled in one specific area from all the bunching.

it felt almost too poetic to have that sort of realization under the sunset in his car, almost as if you’re bidding goodbye to the days you used to look at him as just your best friend.

so you, or the remaining alcohol in your system figured, rather, that you make use of the sunrise to finally welcome the harsh truth of confessing to him.

and you did.

“i love you.”

you’re met with nothing but silence, looking down to save yourself from bawling your eyes out in front of him.

“i’ve loved you for five years, hanbin. five fucking grueling years.” you manage to croak out, not noticing the way hanbin slowly makes his way towards you, nor the way his eyes significantly soften when he sees zhang hao’s sheets slowly staining from your tears.

a few minutes pass without much happening, the room only filled with the sounds of your sniffling.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” hanbin whispers, eventually embracing you to at least bring some comfort. but to his dismay, his actions just made you cry even harder; not because you just got rejected, but because of how soft his voice and embrace was it felt like he was pitying you.

in his defense, who wouldn’t? you loved him for so long, despite knowing he’s still hung up on his ex-girlfriend and regardless will still see you as his most precious best friend. all he could do at the moment was continuously say ‘i’m sorry’ whenever you cling onto his shirt tighter as support.

as you continue to cry in his embrace, you realized that under the sunset, you were there to comfort hanbin. but as you’re both waiting for the sunrise, you figured he’ll never be the one there for you like he promised.

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i’ll never forget how intense the waiting time after Ozzie’s was, how hyped i got for the continuation of The Circus (i was actually open about the childhood friends thing back then, i used to be a huge fan of the Rachael Punk twitter person that always defends viv and i tried to keep an open mind about the retcon, i thought the critics were just dumb). the bar was so high and i wanted to see Ozzie’s finally pay off, and then my smile faded when Blitz said “my dick is good but not that good Moxx…”

this episode soured my relationship with the show and the “if you dont like stolitz youre homophobic” sentiment did not help. i had to accept that i waited a year expecting a payoff for such an awesome plot point and thought-provoking character dynamic, and was met with mediocrity that only appeals to shippers and literally no one else. i want to see that Patreon leak regarding Stolas struggling with delusions bcs thats what made me root for him to change and improve as a person, i saw myself in him. i genuinely think Viv was embarrassed at the problematic parts of the ship and backtracked awkwardly in s2 to make it a uwu misunderstanding that could be resolved with a talk, now theres the hospital thing that went nowhere, what the fuck is she doing

Mood, Anon.

Ozzie's was the first time in a while I felt that Helluva might actually turn out to be a good story after all. I genuinely thought it was supposed to be a parallel to Loo Loo Land, how Stolas blithely dragged his beloved daughter around a shitty crumbling theme park all day, ignoring her protests, too caught up in his own head to care how miserable she was until he found her crying in that apple cart and there was no ignoring it anymore.

Watching Stolas follow up all that with a self-pitying song about how Blitzo was the one who broke his heart and lied to him was like getting dashed with ice cold water. Seeing Stars -- which sees Stolas continuing to paw Blitzo sexually while also backtracking on Stolas's progress with Octavia -- was like getting dashed with more ice cold water, except the water is also pee.

I think the same thing, that Vivzie decided halfway through that she liked Stolas and Stolitz, was tired of that whole problematic unbalanced relationship thing from literally the entirety of season 1, and wanted to get down to the cutesy uwu hand holding. To acknowledge Stolas as a bad person who makes the choice to put in the work to be better would mean admitting that Stolas did something wrong, that people night be justified in not liking him, and Vivzie can't have that where her favorite characters are concerned.

If you're watching her shows, you will like Stolas as much as she does and you will agree that he's the best thing to ever happen to Blitzo, or you're a homophobe.

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Heyyy I love ur writings smm!!

I was wondering if u can do a Kai smut where the reader is completely opposite of Kai like she’s happy and bright and sometimes she feels like he doesn’t really love her anymore and she just gets insecure bc of what the ppl in the cult say about there relationship but Kai shows her how much he really loves her (but yk make it rough and a lil sweet or whatevaaaa ;) ) thank u sm bye I love you

Pink Blazers & World Domination

I hope you enjoy this!

You had decided to sneaked into the basement a few minutes after Kai had wrapped up the Cult meeting, wanting to run your hands through his vivid blue hair and ride him like your life depended on it. But what you had found as you lightly descended the stairs made your blood boil through your veins.

Kai had his hand on Ivy’s knee as they talked on the couch. You cringed as you heard him call her ‘special’ and confess to her that she was important. You knew he told people what they liked to hear, but you were shocked to see that his speech was eerily similar between all of his cult followers. You pressed your lips together and cast a nasty glance towards the view on the couch before slipping back up the stairs, ready to go home.

Speedwagon was guarding the door as you approached and quietly asked to leave. He scoffed at you, clearly he knew that you had seen Kai with Ivy in the basement. Another reason for him and Kai’s devoted men to look at you in pity.

“One day you’ll learn,” He sighed and opened the door for you.

“What does that even mean?” You cocked your head, waiting for his response. He looked to the basement door and back into your fiery eyes.

“Nobody means more to Kai than Kai. We’re all just here to help his plan. You’re not the only special one y/n.” Speedwagon flashed you his crooked grin and you just looked at him in disgust and rolling your eyes walking out the door to your vehicle. You wondered if your involvement with city council and your career in economic development played a part in how important you were to ‘Kai’s plans’. You slammed the door to your car and sticking the key in the ignition before driving to the liquor store. Tonight’s events called for a tall glass of red wine. You didn’t find yourself insecure about your relationship with Kai most days, but when you did Wine usually helped.

Walking softly to your apartment building from the parking lot you scrolled through your phone messages with Kai. The sexual messages between the two of you made the warmth in your gut spread south. You bit your lip as you thought about Kai’s words to Ivy, and what SpeedWagon had said to you. It was certainly not the first time someone had laughed at your relationship between our one and only Devine ruler. Meadow clearly felt special too before her weak demise. You knew Kai’s plans from the start when he had started fucking that pathetic dumb blonde. You also knew that when you wore a high pony and bubblegum pink blazers to work it made his followers question Kai’s intentions with you- you were smart, but also clearly easily manipulated, right? You hated when the group would giggle and call you Mrs. Woods from Legally Blonde. They didn’t know much about you other than what they saw on the outside, but it didn’t stop them for constantly wondering what the hell Kai saw in you other than a piece of ass.

You walked down the long hallway towards your apartment, clutching the fancy top shelf wine tightly in your grip as you dug into your Calypso bag for your keys.

“Hello beautiful.” You gasped, almost dropping your wine bottle as you twisted around to see Kai standing a few feet in front of you.

“Don’t ever do that again, you almost made me drop the wine,” You put a hand to your chest and turned back around walking towards your door.

“SpeedWagon mentioned you had seen the conversation I had with Ivy tonight,” Kai leaned next to you, his arms crossed and his brow furrowed as you fumbled with your keys. You looked over at him before unlocking the apartment- taking in his appearance. His hair was down, greasy, and unkept and his all black outfit was topped with a black trench coat. You noticed his eye twitch, and realized he had probably a ridiculous amount of Adderall coursing through his body.

“You’re getting sloppy. Don’t tell them all the same thing Kai, they’ll catch on.” You pushed open your door and walked into your apartment and turning on the light. Kai followed you as you placed the wine on the counter. You felt his hands slip around your waist and his face nuzzled not the crook of your neck, placing delicate kisses onto it. You closed your eyes, enjoying his closeness.

“You’re right, I need to get more creative.” Kai whispered in your ear.

“They all think I’m weak. I hear it in everything they say to me,” You twisted around to face him and he reached his hand up to stroke your cheek.

“You can’t trust anyone but me,” He kissed you feverishly, hands roaming around until they cupped your ass. He always loved when you wore those white dress pants.

Pulling away you walked over to the other side of your kitchen Island to retrieve a wine opener.

“Remember that one time in middle school when you gave that kid a swirly for calling me a ‘princess’?” You opened the wine and poured two glasses, handing one to Kai who laughed quietly at your memory. “That’s because you’re not a princess,” Kai took a small sip of his wine, “You’re a queen.”

“Ive always believed in you Kai, and I know it’s your turn to be a King. Your little followers have no idea how much we’ve seen.” You licked your lips, slowly unbuttoning your shirt to expose the white fishnet and lace Teddy that drove him Kai wild. He took in a deep breath as he soaked in the view of you.

He always had told you that your spirit animal was a butterfly. You were a magical creature that just floated around in beauty and everyone admired your outer shell. They all saw you and your bubbly angelic personality, but they didn’t see how deep inside that butterfly there was the soul of a hungry, ruthless caterpillar who had twisted its inside to mush in order to fool the word of its ugly truth - presenting itself as a colorful ray of sunshine flying through fresh garden beds.

Kai on the other hand was like a Goliath spider, using his fangs to capture and inject venom into their prey. He was darkly charismatic, and that charisma is what drew you to him in the first place. He knew just the right words to say and just how gentle or rough to fuck you that you always came back for more.

“I don’t want anyone to know the real you, I want her all to myself.” Kai walked over to you and grabbed the meat on your hips and pulled you to him. The two of you connected your foreheads, closing your eyes and enjoying the intimate embrace. Kai loved that you appeared weak and fragile to the others, because he knew that mask protected you from things he didn’t dare think of. Nobody would hurt his queen.

“Promise me you don’t think I’m special or important? Your voice was low and Kai could smell the wine on your tongue.

“You’re much too good for such ordinary vocabulary my love,” He responded, grabbing your cheeks and bringing your forehead to his lips for a sweet kiss.

You looked up at him, your face curled into a sweet but sinful grin, “Will you show me how different I am?”

“Get to the bedroom,” Kai growled between kisses. He smashed his chapped lips into your smooth strawberry scented ones. He felt the sticky gloss coat his own lips before he felt you pull always and walk towards your apartment bedroom. You flipped on the light over the bed, giving the all white room a nice golden hue. Kai loved how clean the room always looked and how sterile it felt, devilishly knowing the dirty and sinister things that you two did together inside of it.

You both undressed as music swirled around them. You had demanded Alexa to play your favorite’s playlist. They were your favorite because each song represented a time the two of you fucked with music on. It turned you on to retrieve memories of your sexual endeavors together in order to make new ones.

Kai walked towards you as you stood there, naked. He loved when you wore that high pony tail, it reminded him of the times in high school when he would sulk behind the bleachers at football games. He would watch as you lead the cheer team in dance. Your skirt too short for his liking, and when it was halftime he would drag you somewhere secluded, lift your skirt up and fucking you from behind, pulling your ponytail as he thrusted.

“Show me that you’ll always love me the most, Kai?” Your sweet voice made Kai’s blood travel to his dick. “How could I ever love anyone as much as you?” Kai ran both his hands slowly down your shoulders than grasped your hands as he brought you over to the bed. You laid back, enjoying the feeling of Kai sliding your legs apart and his warm breath hit your clit and you felt the goosebumps run wild on your extremities.

You groaned in pleasure as Kai’s tongue moved in ways that drove you insane, in ways a toy could never satisfy you. The technique in which he sucked your clit while having his arms wrapped around your thighs- fingertips marking the skin made your legs tremble in gratification.

You felt Kai remove his mouth from your pussy and he started licking you from your navel to your neck.

When you think of Kai you always think of sex-the chemistry between you was so powerful it made your body ache with the need to have him inside you, always. When Kai would fuck you, the part of your brain that had any doubt he loved you was completely destroyed.

“Are you going to be a good girl or a bad girl tonight?” Kai breathed into your ear, making your body practically scream for him.

“Oh, I think tonight I’ll be your bad girl,” You pressed a kiss to his lips once more before he forcefully entered you. You gasped, taking his cock and digging your hot pink nails into his back making small marks. He growled with pleasure while throwing his head back.

Kai continued to pump himself in you as you gently placed your legs onto his shoulders so he could go deeper inside of you. You watched him enjoy all of you as he pushed himself in and out of you, his eyes opening to stare at you moments before pulling out and yanking you off the bed. Kai pushed you towards the wall mounted full length mirror and your hands collided firmly onto the glass as Kai bent you over, re-entering you from behind. You watched him fuck you through the mirror and it created that fantastic feeling that built inside of you ready to explode. His lips were pressed together and his eyebrows deepened the stare he had with you as he watched your orgasm build.

“Im going to cum, Kai,” You managed to squeak out, and before you did he grabbed your pony tail and yanked your head back. You felt your body surge with your sexual completion, screaming in pleasure. Kai also released himself inside of you, his silky load filling you with warmth and that tingly sensation you had craved all night. He ran his hands down your back and lightly squeezed your ass cheeks before exiting your body.

Kai grabbed both white robes from the bathroom door. He came over to your sweating body and slid the robe onto you. You felt his kiss hit the side of your head quickly before he slipped his own robe onto his naked skin. You felt the vulnerability that always comes after sex, and you watched Kai slip from the bedroom and return with both glasses of wine, handing you your glass.

“Remember that time I came to visit you at college, and your boyfriend walked in on me fingering you on the kitchen counter?” Kai sat down on the edge of the bed, sipping his wine before watching you relive the memory.

“How could I forget. It’s when I knew that no man would ever show their love to me like you do.” You walked over and sat on the bed next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you for showing me that it’s me and nobody else.”

Kai’s smirk made your heart jump. He reached up and brushed back a piece of hair that had made its way out of your pony and into your face.

“Anything for my Queen.”

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