#now let’s go act out some smut scenes for my next fic
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On Tails and Horns
NSFW Rolan Fic
Tags: NSFW, 18+ only, tail touching, horn stroking, dry humping, first kiss, touch starved Rolan, she/her Female Tav, mostly sexy flirting but with smut at the end, basically all angst and anticipation really, I guess subRolan
Words: 6000 (once again this got completely out of hand)
Summary: Tav finally goes to visit Rolan in his new tower after a hard couple weeks of cleanup. Rolan is so delighted to see her and pent up with frustration and feelings that the lightest of touches is enough to make him lose all sense of himself.
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Tav and Rolan sat in his sitting room for tea, perched together, far closer than Rolan had intended, on the plush couch. The velvet couch was one of the many opulent vestiges from the previous owner. Books and scrolls aside, it certainly didn’t hurt to now occupy a fully furnished tower. The large vaulted windows were flung open wide, letting in a soft breeze and low hum from the movements of the city far below.
Rolan had been delighted when she came to visit. Tav had been so busy with helping the issues in the damaged city he hadn’t been quite sure when he would see her again. But he couldn’t deny the way his heart sang when she strolled through the doors over an hour ago, hoping to catch up with him now that she had a moment to breathe. Him, of all people.
But now here they sat; having discussed the details of both of their new lives, how life in the tower and store were going, the efforts to clean up the city, and the question of what lay next seemed to hover in the air.
Tav set her cup down on the side table and gave him a soft look.
“Thank you for taking time for me. I know you’ve been busy. But I really needed this.” She said and shot him what looked like an almost shy smile. Rolan blinked hard at her, surprised at her words as much as the look on her face.
“Thank...hah! I should be thanking you. Consistently and forever.” He set his own empty cup down as well. “I would have nothing were it not for you.”
“Oh, don’t pretend to be modest. You know you were amazing in the courtyard at that battle; I don’t know if we could’ve made it through without your help.” Tav reminded him.
Rolan cocked his head, looking away a moment in thought.
“Yes, I suppose I was rather amazing. I guess Cal and Lia helped some but my spells really sealed the fate of those wretched mind-flayers.” He mused with a slight smile. Tav always knew how to stroke his ego.
“But...really...thank you, Rolan. I’ve been meaning to visit sooner. I’m still staying at the Elfsong. Maybe we can do this again? Maybe dinner perhaps?” She said, almost casually. Just tossing asking him to dinner out there as if it was nothing.
His breath caught in his throat. Dinner. His mind rang with the word as it seeped into every corner of his brain; trying to wrap his head around what that could possibly mean. Was she asking him out? That couldn’t be so. It was casual. Two friends catching up. But still, his mind immediately pictured the scene; dinner and wine at the Elfsong. He’d love to see her in something more dressy. No, that was ridiculous. She must have dozens of suitors.
"Ahem...dinner, yes. That... would be a fine idea..” He spoke haltingly, trying to fill the silence with words, any words, while he was still trying to work through the idea in his head, a thousand different scenarios crashing together at once.
As he struggled with this concept; it seemed the deepest part of his desires to be close to her, to get to know her in possibly more than a friendly setting, that he has previously pushed away, had bubbled up again and his body decided to act for him.
Tav felt a movement on her leg and shivered.
She looked down to see Rolan’s tail curled gently but insistently around her leg just above her knee, the tip trailing down to rest on her calf. He followed her gaze and his eyes widened with shock at the impudence and betrayal of his own tail. Before he could utter out the immediate string of curses and apologies that flew into his head, in that split second of fear that gripped him, Tav moved quicker and he froze.
She raised her hand from her thigh and gently placed it on the exposed section of tail atop her leg. All thoughts fled from Rolan’s head as a hiss and a full body shudder rolled through him at her whisper light touch.
The shiver extended all the way through his tail and Tav immediately raised her hand off it as if she had been shocked, looking up to meet his eyes.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I should've asked first-"
She started as he spoke at the same time.
"I am very sorry about that damn tail, I -" he paused, her words finally reaching his muddled brain. "Ask?" The word almost caught in his throat as he choked it out, incredulous. He caught her eyes flutter down to the offending tail, still around her leg, then back up to his meet his eyes with a blush. A blush? What did she have to blush about? It was his tail that got him into this predicament.
"Yes, sorry. I'm so sorry Rolan, I've heard tails can be sensitive...I should've asked first...it was just...it was right there." She gave a nervous chuckle and glanced away.
Wonderful, now I've done and mucked everything up, Rolan thought. The mere mention of dinner from her lips had left him already in shambles, unable to even control his own cursed tail. He frowned and cleared his throat, trying to still the building throbbing in his chest and regain his usual demeanor.
"No. I mean, yes, you should have." He said brusquely at first. Her eyes flickered away again and he quickly added. "They...uh...can be sensitive in some areas, yes." He swallowed thickly suddenly quite unsure of what to say. Tav met his eyes for a brief moment then looked back down. Rolan followed her gaze, already knowing full well what he would find and saw his damned tail, somehow wrapped, so it seemed, even tighter around her leg. He cleared his throat again but made no attempt to move it despite his nerves screaming at him.
"So, can I?" Tav spoke, pulling his attention back to her face. It was tilted down but her eyes peered up at him in what seemed to be a deliberately maddening pose.
"Can you....?" He hesitated, he was sure she couldn't be asking what he thought she was asking.
"Can I touch your tail?" She finished boldly. Rolan eyed her a moment, and swallowed thickly, his brain swirling with a million thoughts and his hands starting to tremble. He crossed his arms and tried to seem nonchalant about the entire situation and realized he was failing miserably.
"Sure. Yes. You may." He uttered, hoping his voice didn't waver.
Tav reached back out, hand tentative but confident and placed her palm again on the flesh of his tail where it rested on her leg.
The sensation was like a blaze of fire through his already burning hot veins. He bit down on his tongue, hard, to avoid another offending shiver and felt his eyelids flutter, betrayal of his own self control.
Thankfully, Tav’s eyes remained fixed on his tail, not noticing the immediate and dramatic way it affected him. Or, he realized, she might be tactful enough to be avoiding his face. Her touch became more firm as she well and truly let the full weight of her hand fall on it.
A sharp hiss of air escaped his clenched teeth as her hand moved slightly and her eyes finally returned to his.
"Is this okay?" She asked. Her voice was hushed, almost...he struggled to place her tone...reverent?
"Yes, yes it's fine." He breathed out, forcing himself to let the tension in his jaw relax. She began to ease her hand up slightly, tracing the bumps and ridges with her fingertips, digits gently paving the path for her palm to follow.
Rolan felt himself flush and wondered if Tav could tell the difference between his usual ruddy hue and the deeper scarlet of his blushes.
"Does it feel....good?"
His eyes had purposefully wandered but now snapped back to hers and narrowed slightly. Her expression was unreadable and even as her haunting words echoed in his ears he, again, couldn't sense the meaning behind her tone. Did she want it to feel good? Or was it pure curiosity that caused her to ask such a charged question?
And what’s more; how should he answer?
"It...does. The tail...my tail...seems to get more sensitive the higher up it goes." He tried to answer factually, logically even. It was true after all, but as quickly as the words left his mouth he realized the possible connotation of them. An invitation even. The corners of Tav’s lips flickered with a smile and her brow raised almost imperceptibly.
"Hmmm." Was the only response she gave. But her hand continued it's ascending exploration of his tail. It was now beyond the section just on her leg and was continuing on to where it dipped down a touch by his own legs.
Leaning forward slightly to extend her reach, she continued her careful mapping of the ridges, which were getting more and more pronounced as his tail progressed. She touched him as if she wished to memorize every single bump and pore; with a tenderness he couldn’t recall ever feeling before. The feeling was indescribable, but undeniably sensual.
Rolan felt another shudder roll through him and couldn't contain this one. He felt it vibrate through his whole body all the way through and to the very tip of his tail and it gave a little flicker of movement against her calf. He couldn't tell if he was thankful or not that this one, as it trembled it's way down through his tail, didn't scare her hand away.
He stared at her hard, suddenly frustrated at her tender movements. Did she know how good it felt? Was she teasing him on purpose? To what bloody end? It was one thing to be touched so tenderly after so long, it was quite another to have his once detested bumps and ridges being the subject of such adoration. It was altogether brutal to have it be by someone that he wasn't even sure had further intentions with him. Other than being some...strange creature to fascinate over.
He squeezed his eyes shut. No matter how good it felt, how long he had wanted this, how soft her touch was, he had to stop this.
"I think-" he popped open his eyes intending on telling her to cease her activity but found that she had shifted while he battled internally and was now right beside him, her hips almost brushing against his own, her eyes firmly locked on his, watching his reactions carefully.
He wasn't just a subject of curiosity for her. He didn't know what she thought or what the intent was, but the burning in her eyes told him that it was far more than pure detached curiosity. He swallowed away his angry words, the frustration leaving him immediately, burned away by the heat of her gaze.
Her arm was now stretched out as far as it could go, ending just where his tail dipped down beside his thigh, before it would continue back up in a curve to reach the base. Incidentally, she had reached the point right where it started to become truly sensitive. It would've been positively indecent to let her continue.
His heart drummed hard in his chest, so loud he was certain she could hear it. He should end this, for decency’s sake alone. But couldn’t bring himself to conjure the words. A larger part of him was also so very desperate for her to continue; to see how far her boldness would take her. Take them. The two battling halves of his mind fought internally against each other. His mind fractured behind too many carefully crafted layers of strict composure.
He didn't have to struggle long. With a scoot of her hips again, her thighs well and truly pressed against his now, her arm bent at the elbow, giving her room to continue should she wish.
Rolan sucked in a sharp hiss of air at this development and stared at her carefully. Her eyes never left his. Her hand still firmly in place. The very air between them felt electric as if there was some magic from an unspoken spell being cast.
"Can I keep going?" She asked with a breath. His chest ached and again it took him a moment to register something. His need and eagerness for her touch along with his conflicting thoughts at the budding situation had made his senses dull. But as her words rang in his ears he heard something unmistakable. A nervous waver. In her voice. The slightest quiver. Of excitement or nerves; it could be either but he would take it. She was usually so, confident. Commanding even. To hear even a hint of a nerve in her voice at this situation stirred his insides and dispelled his doubts.
"Yes." He answered simply before he could stop himself with too much thinking. His chest hitched as her arm extended, stroking up his tail further, still using careful attention to the now more prominent peaks of cartilage. His jaw fell open slightly. The sensation of her hand almost too much to bear as another large shudder, stemming from her hand this time and rolling up his spine all the way to his scalp took him over.
She leaned forward further, her chest now dangerously close to touching his own. As her fingertips edged ever closer to the base of his tail he felt an unmistakable groan escape his lips. Her hand froze and he clamped his mouth shut with a snap both in the same moment.
His eyes darted away from hers, embarrassment welling up inside of him.
After an aching pause, his eyes still diverted, he felt Tav remove her hand and lean back away slightly. If the touch of her skin had lit a pleasant warm fire until under his skin, the sudden absence of it was a sharp painful sting of ice. Leaving him with a longing for contact that felt worse than if she hadn't touched him at all.
He finally pulled himself back to face her and was surprised to see her looking rather abashed. Her hands were sat back firmly on her thighs, gripping the fabric, a slight blush on her face, but... he could swear…was there a hint of a smile on her pink lips? Her confounding beautiful lips.
Rolan opened his mouth to speak but once again words failed him. What could he say that wouldn't sound needy and desperate? How could he begin to ask her to continue to touch him without begging?
"Your tail felt very nice. Very soft. Sorry if I...went too far." Tav once again came to his rescue. This time rescuing him from the aching void of silence between them. Rolan blinked hard at her words. No one ever in the history of his knowledge had call his or anyone else’s tail nice or soft. As he absorbed her judgement of his tail, he realized she was staring at him expectantly.
"No, it was fine. It felt... good." A sudden surge of his own boldness possessed him, born of the sheer desire at having her hands on him again. To feel her touch him; somewhere. Anywhere. He started speaking before he knew what he was saying. "The...horns, if you were curious about them as well, also have a certain level of sensitivity... Not necessarily at the tips, but the base..." He couldn't even believe the words coming out of his own mouth. Desire had driven him absolutely mad.
Before he could begin to second guess himself he saw that the spark that flared up in her eyes was immediate. Her hint of a smile grew into a full fledged one.
Tav leaned forward slightly again and her eyes darted up to his horns.
"May I?" She asked, raising her hands up from her thighs until they hovered just over his own. He gave a gentle nod, not trusting his own voice at the prospect of being touched again.
Without hesitation now her hands raised to each place her fingertips at the point of each horn. Rolan dipped his head forward slightly to give her better access, practically bowing towards her. His own reverence at her caring touches.
She placed her fingers gently on the tips of his horns, again tracing across the thicker bumps and ridges, feeling her way around every groove as she explored. After just a moment there, she gently slid further down from the tips, lower and lower until they were thick enough to wrap a hand around. As she did so Rolan sucked a sharp gasp of air in through taut lips. Not so much at the sensation; it was altogether different than the soft flesh of his tail, but at her willingness to touch him again.
The feeling of hands on his horns was more akin to someone brushing his hair, not that he would know what that felt like; but it was more about the way it trickled down to his actual flesh that gave him shivers. But the feeling of her so close to him again, her desire to touch him again, her tender soft hands on the harshest parts of him; that was what truly drove his senses wild and made his insides coil with hunger. The feeling of her hands gently caressing his horns sent shooting sparks of sweet sensation across his scalp and he found himself clamping his mouth shut hard again to avoid making another wanton noise.
Heeding his words she seemed to move quicker down than with his tail, but as she reached the midpoint of his horns she slowed, her grip growing more delicate and exploratory again. As her hands slid across the grooves with care the sensation, the pulsing in his skin, grew stronger and stronger until his breath hitched and his breathing grew heavy once more. He stared down at her lap, trying in vain not to look directly at her chest.
His own hands, which had been absurdly useless thus far, clutched hard against the fabric of his robe at his thighs, as another shiver rolled down his spine. He felt it flow all the way down through his tail again. His eyes shot down at it. His tail. His damned tail that started this whole thing, still carefully curled around her leg, seemed to tighten involuntarily at the shudder. He wasn’t sure if he should be blessing or cursing that it seemed to have a mind of its own; operating purely on base instinct betraying his deepest thoughts and desires.
Her hands finally reached the base of his horns and tenderly traced the bumps from where they erupted from his skin, bringing forth another unintended deep groan of pleasure from the depths of his chest. At the noise his eyes darted back up to meet hers and he found her watching him intently, her lips parted slightly.
Thankfully, her hands didn't stray, undisturbed by his obvious, even lewd enjoyment of this. They stayed; soft, tender, and so caring on his flushed burning skin.
As her hands seemed to finish their careful explorations of the flesh at the base of his horns, he still had almost half-expected her to pull away. The game complete. The research done. A dark thought rolled through him before he could stop it that this was just a bit of fun for her. Teasing him like this.
But her hands lingered. He once again found her eyes, meeting them with a deep gaze as she slid her hands down, away from his horns until she was gently cupping his cheeks. Sparks shot through his entire body and his chest heaved, almost painfully so. The moment lingered, his fear and doubt still too deeply etched into his own skin in invisible scars to make a move first. A few weeks of comfort and a few moments of tender touching couldn’t erase a lifetime of hardships and disappointments.
Thankfully, Tav, was still the more bold of the two of them. Her eyes darted obviously down to his slightly parted lips then back up to meet his as she licked her lips.
“Rolan?” She breathed out softly.
He couldn’t trust that his voice wouldn’t shake. Couldn’t trust that any possible utterance of words would snap this beautiful fantasy in two and she would dissolve. Couldn’t trust that any noise he made would break whatever spell she was under and cause her to lean away. But she lingered, unwilling to move without word from him. He swallowed thickly again and replied.
“Yes?” He finally managed to eke out with a small gasp.
“Can I kiss you?”
All of the air seemed to leave the room. She spoke so freely. So honestly. A slight hush in her words but only the tiniest hint of a quiver in her voice.
It contrasted so starkly with the tremble that coursed through his body. Of course he wanted her to kiss him. What kind of a question was that? He wanted it more than he needed to breathe. But somehow, the words out there, the possibility at hand, filled him with a deeper fear than he knew existed. A fear that threatened to overtake even his desire for her. A lingering voice that scolded him; ‘you will never quite be good enough.’
She licked her lips again and Rolan finally found the courage to quell the voice once and for all. She gave him courage. She always had. She had been there for him when no one else was; not even himself. It had always been within him, the confidence, the desires; but she had been patient enough to slowly ease it out.
“Yes, please…” He croaked out.
She leaned forward, hands still on his cheeks and placed a tender lingering kiss on his lips. The sensation of her caressing his tail was nothing compared to this. To the soft, slightly moist feeling of her warm lips pressed against his.
It sent another surge of confidence and unleashed passion coursing through his body. He could already feel his tail tightening around her leg again. His hands, trembling with anticipation and desire before, useless on his lap, now reached forward, reaching for her, eager to pull her close.
The kiss deepened, spurred on by his reaction; Tav opened her mouth, welcoming him in and leaned in further. His hands found her waist, gripping it tight as her own tongue replied to his, dancing carefully over and around his pointed teeth.
Rolan couldn’t help but groan slightly as his body lit up with sparks, every sensation he had ever felt, good or bad, seemed to pale in comparison to this divine moment. Her mouth hot against his, their breath mingling. He found his stomach was flipping over, and there was a deep aching stir in the very core of his body. Tav leaned even closer, practically in his lap now even though her hips still firmly sat on the couch beneath them.
He struggled to keep up with her tongue at first. Hers was so careful and precise and he felt sloppy and careless, sweeping along her lips and occasionally fumbling out of them as he struggled to keep up and simultaneously rushed to catch up; kissing her like it was his first and last kiss. All messy and nervous and wet and eager.
Patient as ever, Tav slowed, giving them both a moment to find the right flow, adjusting her head to tip it to the side so they could lock lips fully. He breathed out a pleased sigh into her mouth as they found a pleasant connection, leaving their awkward tongues behind.
Confidence again surging, he tugged at her hips with a new found greedy need. Greedy. He once teased her with that very word, but now very much felt the acute actuality of the word itself. He was greedy for her. He needed more of her. Now that he had been given a taste, he felt practically insatiable.
Catching note of his eager tugs, without question or request now, Tav lifted up her legs and straddled his lap, letting his body adjust to sit back against the couch. The new position allowed a new level of closeness. Her body pressed fully against his now, his pulse pounding hard between them.
Rolan felt positively dizzy. Giddy even; and that was not a word he felt he had ever used or thought of using before. He wrapped his arms fully around her back now, taking advantage of the closeness to run his hands up and down her clothed spine. His tail had released her leg at her movement and now joined his hands at her waist, resting almost scandalously against the swell of her ass. Her own hands drifted down from his face, resting on his shoulders and gently playing with the edges of his hair that rested there.
He released another shuddering moan into the kiss, feeling her body sink deeper onto his, his body still lighting up in sensations he felt he never knew before. As his mind hurried to catch up to the evolving situation and new desires continued blooming within, one thing quickly became achingly clear. Much as his tail betrayed him before, he now felt a throbbing hardness hidden under the layer of his robes and pants. He had felt it pulse and twitch earlier at her careful caresses, but now with her intentions laid bare, the situation far from friendly, and her body pressed against his, there was no denying it as the blood rushed ever further down into his groin.
For a brief moment he felt as if he was almost searching for new things to fear to ignore the comfort and passion of their kisses. As perceptive as ever, Tav seemed to notice this new wave of nerves. That, or he realized, she couldn’t help but feel his erection pressed against her due to their proximity. She finally eased her mouth away from his, allowing them both to suck in a few much needed gulps of air.
Catching his eye and leaning her forehead close to his, he felt her adjust and give a long slow roll of her hips against his hardness.
Even through the many layers of fabric the sensation of pure pleasure that tore through him was undeniable. An unmistakably vulgar groan fell from his lips before he could quell it and he felt his eyelids flutter. Tav simply smiled, and repeated the motion, spreading her knees as wide as they could go to push her hips further against him.
Rolan trembled with delight; his mind once again racing to catch up to this new development. But as his mind looked for ways to worry about this, he found himself coming up blank. The unrelenting lust and passion of the situation finally staking claim on all of his senses. It felt so good. Too good to ignore or deny further.
Another roll of her hips had his heart racing at the unimaginable level of pleasure just the mere friction of her body pressing against his made him feel. She moved more purposefully now, without pause or hesitation, grinding her very core, her own heat, against him. Her goal it seemed, lay in far more carnal pleasures than just simply driving him mad.
He dipped a hand under the edge of her loose tunic as she continued to writhe against him, and he splayed his hand across her naked back. Savoring again the feeling of her flesh against his.
It was miraculous. It was indecent. It was passionate. It was lewd. But most importantly in his head, above all else – it just felt so fucking good.
“Tav…” He groaned, unable and now finally unafraid of holding back his vocal enjoyment at this point. “If you keep going...I...I’m going...to…” Each word came out punctuated by a heavy gasping breath. He was fully panting now, the sheer ecstasy at feeling her rut against him, at the friction rubbing against his hard cock, at the entire situation really – all already so close to pushing him over the edge.
Her response was immediate. She paused her rocking and pulled back a touch to look him square in the eye. There was not a trace of annoyance in her face; just pure care for him. For his comfort.
“Do you want me to stop?” She asked, a little breathless. His throat burned. The immediacy of her response to him. Her unfaltering care for his feelings. The genuine and absolute respect. It struck him hard in the chest and felt almost as painful as the sudden loss of her delicious movements.
His eyes met hers. Part of him realized how improper this all was. He should be lavishing her with flowers and gifts. He supposed. He didn’t have much experience with it, but came to understand that was the thing to do during proper courtships. But a deeper part of him didn’t care. The city was in crumbles around them. They had defeated an army of mind-flayers and he himself had been to hell and back. To the hells with what was proper. He had tied his life to being stifled and composed; there was a time and place for it and now was neither.
“No, please don’t stop.” He finally breathed out. She grinned and leaned back in for another sweeping kiss, immediately resuming the pulsing and rocking of her hips against his. His entire body filled to the brim with burning fire again and another loud moan fell from his lips and the return of the sensation that was bringing him to the brink.
Tav was moaning too, he realized, soft breathy sounds, her breath hot against his ears. Provoked by the idea that she was possibly getting even a tiniest bit of the same level of pleasure from this that he was, he sat up slightly. He wrapped his arms fully around her, drawing her closer and holding her tight.
All last thoughts of maintaining composure well and fully gone, he thrust his groin up in time with her own movements. It took him a moment to find the right rhythm, the practice of movements such as this not in his natural repertoire. But before long they synced up in unison and increased the pace.
“Yes. Tav. Please. Tav. Please. Yes.” Words spilled from his lips with each jerking movement as the sensation within him built to a feverish peak. As the tingling feeling crested within him, at the last moments, all words seem to fail. Only moans and salacious grunts remained.
His grip tightened around her waist, one clawed hand grasping at her shirt, the other leaving scratches on her bare back as his body begin to coil and tense. It was the moment just before a spell releases, that last uttered syllable as it traveled from throat to teeth to air, bringing forth all kinds of magic into existence. He met her eyes again and she was that moment.
Her face was flush from her exertions, her pupils blown wide, staring at him with pure desire, her absolute and incessant need to take care of him. Him.
A last roll of her hips and he was done. He cried out obscenely as his tension released and he came so hard that his head spun. His cock pulsed, pressed hard between them, spilling his seed in his pants beneath his robe. As waves of his orgasm crested and rolled through his shaking and sputtering body, he felt his whole body begin to release in a way he didn’t think was possible. He tossed his head back to lean on the back of the couch it seemed like every muscle in his body went limp at once. He indeed thought he might pass out with the way his heart pounded in his chest and he sucked in deep gasps of air; thinking he might never catch his breath.
Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind he thought of the mess he had made, in his own clothes no less, but it was quickly overtaken by the feeling of Tav leaning close, looking to close the gap he had created by sinking into the couch.
She placed a wet kiss against the throbbing pulse of his neck and nuzzled her face there while he rode out the high of his own selfish, greedy pleasure.
After a moment of deep breathing and bliss, his heart started to calm and points of panic and fear started to creep back into his mind one by one. He adjusted his head slightly to sit up, needing to face her. Feeling him move, Tav sat up further as well to meet his eyes, but made no move to climb down off his lap.
“Can I still take you to dinner?” He asked quickly as their eyes met, addressing the most pressing of his concerns; that this was just a little fling. He pulled his hand back out of her shirt, wanting this to feel as formal and romantic as possible now, given the situation. Tav smiled brightly and gave an eager nod, leaning in for a quick, and rather chaste, kiss.
“I would be a little offended if you didn’t.” She raised a brow at him. “How about tonight?” She suggested and he once again reveled in her boldness. A quality, he quite felt, that was rubbing off on him.
Rolan cleared his throat; it would be next to impossible to regain full composure after what they had done, but he still tried.
“Yes. Grand. Wonderful. Great. We shall...um… have dinner tonight then.” He said, sounding almost curt in his attempt to seem collected.
Tav was utterly unfazed by his tone and gave him another smile and a tender kiss on his lips before starting to try and disentangle herself from his hands and tail, intending on standing up.
Despite the embarrassing mess in his pants, despite the awkwardness of the situation, despite her trying to start to pull away; he found himself pulling her back. His whole body, not just his tail this time, speaking for him and refusing to let her go. He pulled her back in tightly and pressed his cheek to hers, letting his eyes shut with a soft sigh as her warm body enveloped his.
Tav paused a moment before giving in and wrapped her arms around his neck, relaxing herself back into his arms.
“Can we just…stay like this a moment more?” He whispered softly into her neck before he lost the courage to do so. He found himself struck with a deep fear at letting her go. It overtook any apprehension he felt about actually giving his feelings a voice. What if she didn’t come back? What if something happened to her? What it what if what it. But, most striking among his worry, was the ache he could already feel at lack of contact. Now that he had felt her touch he didn’t think he could survive without it.
“As long as you like.” Tav whispered back with a smile against his cheek.
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#Loki meme#writing meme#fanfic meme#to answer your question yes i’m fine dear#now let’s go act out some smut scenes for my next fic#average day of a fanfiction writer
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All to myself - Prof!Tom Riddle (smut)
Prof and priest fics are without doubt my faves. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Another student tries to touch the reader, so Professor Riddle has to remind his TA that she is his, only his. Pwp
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, oral(m), power play, profxta
Pairing: Prof!Tom Riddle x fem!TA!reader (1.8k words)
She felt his eyes on her, watching her every move as if he was worried about her doing something wrong, messing up his classroom. No matter what she did or touched, his eyes followed her around like a shadow. A shadow sewn to his boots, unable to escape her boss, the one whose every command she blindly followed.
“I’ll expect your papers on my desk Friday afternoon, I won’t accept any tardiness.” Professor Riddle’s voice filled the room, instantly shutting up his chatting students. All eyes were drawn to his piercing ones, staring at the tall professor who acted like their god, the deity they’d have to worship. “If you have any further questions, find (y/n), she can help you.”
(Y/n)’s eyes snapped towards the professor, hands freezing midair. Not once had he addressed her like that in class and told his students that she could help them out, hidden in the dark corners of the room as if he was scared to share her with them. She couldn’t stop the heat from flushing through her, eyes forced back down to the book she had been combing through, highlighting the pages he had asked her to prepare.
“I’ll see you next week.” With his last words echoing through the room, the students quickly rose to their feet, set on disappearing from the room and the professor they all feared. He watched them scurry out of the room, lips pulled into an almost satisfied smirk.
“Did you find the pages, (y/n)?” He leaned against the desk, arms crossed in front of his chest, no longer caring about the handful of students who were still packing their things. She could only nod, unable to meet his eyes, not when she was reminded of the way he had touched her not even twelve hours ago, once again finding comfort in one another’s touch.
Well, perhaps it wasn’t about comfort for him, perhaps it was all about claiming her, about owning the young woman who had joined his class as a student last year and was now working for him as his teaching assistant. A power hierarchy she had always feared, not daring to overstep, at least not till he had made the first move, not giving her a way out.
“Good, come to my office tonight so we can prepare for next week’s class.”
……
“Thank you so much for your help, (y/n).” A tight smile played on her lips, trying to keep her distance from the student who had found her a few minutes ago. She had been on her way to Professor Riddle’s office, carrying the books of his she had borrowed when the guy had forced her to a halt. He had instantly dropped his questions on her, smirking at the already annoyed woman.
“Of course, now, if you excuse me, I need to find Professor Riddle.” She wanted to turn from him, wanting to disappear from the student who made her feel all too uncomfortable. But his hand darted out, fingers wrapped around her wrist to keep her close. Her breath hitched in her chest at the unwanted touch, eyes flickering from her wrist to his dark pupils.
“Why the hurry, (y/n)? I think he can wait a few more minutes for you. Don’t you find it weird how he treats you? As if you’re some toy he owns.” Her throat felt tight, mouth too dry to reply, wanting to rip herself from the man’s grasp, though without any luck. The grasp he had on her wrist only got tighter, sure to leave marks she’d have to cover for the next days.
“Let me go, please.” The student’s laugh was drowned out by the sound of fast-approaching steps, making a shadow appear behind (y/n)’s frame. Instantly the student let go of (y/n), trying to flee from the scene as Professor Riddle stared him down. Within seconds the professor had the guy pressed against the nearest wall, forcing a gasp from (y/n).
“If I ever catch you touching (y/n), even looking at her, I will end you. Do you hear me, Mister Kerry?” No reply left the student, unable to speak up, only able to quickly nod his head. The second the man let go of him, he fled from the scene, leaving (y/n) and the professor behind.
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke, with Professor Riddle turning towards (y/n), eyes focused on her already bruised wrist. With wide eyes she watched him carefully reach for her hand, momentarily studying her skin before he began to pull her down the hallway, straight to his office. Her heart was pounding, racing against her ribcage to try and warn the oblivious woman of the danger lying ahead. But there was no escaping, she was tied to him like a boat tied to the dock, rocking with the waves though kept in place by the tight rope.
“How did you find me?” (Y/n)’s whispers filled his barely alight office, drawing a dangerous chuckle from the man, a sound so strong (y/n)’s body kept trembling, littered with goosebumps.
“It’s not typical for you to be late, and I seem to find you no matter where you are. I don’t share what is mine, and especially not you.” His voice dripped with possessiveness, hand cupping her warm cheek before his lips crashed against hers, leaving the woman moaning. Within a few moments (y/n) was forced against his desk, caged between the expensive wooden craft and his tall frame. “You’re mine, mine alone, never forget that, pet.”
“I won’t. I am sorry.” She wasn’t sure what she was apologising for, and yet it only felt right to do so. The words seemed to please the professor, studying her for another second or two before an almost teasing “Prove how sorry you are” left him. Without protesting, (y/n) dropped to her knees, glassy eyes staring up at the tall man, watching him free his already hard cock with skilled movements.
(Y/n) parted her lips like she had done numerous times before, in this very position, for the brooding man only. He forced his cock into her mouth without another warning, finding enjoyment in her gasps, the surprise filling her eyes, the trembling of her hand. She was his pet, the one he had claimed the first time she had stepped into his office, forever his.
“Atta, girl, such a perfect mouth.” Her hum left him groaning, ringed hand finding her hair as his head momentarily rolled back. Professor Riddle’s eyes fluttered close, enjoying the fast bobbing motion, the way her tongue took care of his ache just like he needed her to. If there was one thing (y/n) found pride in, it was satisfying the tall man, drawing these sounds from his mouth – sounds she’d think of whenever her thoughts started to wander.
“C’mon, you can take a bit more, don’t hold back, pet.” (Y/n) struggled to take more, and yet she was set on following whatever he asked of her, trying to loosen her jaw. One tear after another spilt from her eyes, dripping down onto his expensive carpet, leaving yet another stain he’d never wipe away. She wasn’t used to hearing his praises, and yet whenever he did praise her, (y/n) hoped that her mind would never forget about these moments, cherishing every sound he made.
She felt his cock twitch in her mouth, staring up at the moaning man as her hands added more speed to their movements, pumping the parts her mouth couldn’t reach. If there was one thing she was set on, it was tasting his release, wanting him to leave his stain on her tongue before he fucked her, a wish the man wouldn’t fulfill today. He pulled away before he could give in, letting go of her hair, only to pull (y/n) to her feet. The professor manhandled her onto his table, front pushed against the cold wood as his hands pulled her trousers and panties down her legs.
“Such a messy whore for your professor, look at the way you’re dripping.” His dark chuckles left (y/n) impatiently moaning, hands clinging to the edge of the table, already preparing for the first of many ferocious thrusts. She heard him spit into his hand, once again lubing his cock up before he pushed into her from behind, drawing a moan from the both of them.
He fucked her hard, fast, not caring about her need to adjust, or the pained whimpers leaving her. No, this was a lesson, a lesson crafted for her only, reminding the young woman that she was his, his only. No other man would ever manage to fuck her like this. No other man would ever manage to draw these sounds from her parted lips.
His toy, his pet, his woman.
Curses left her whenever his cock managed to nudge the spot that left her seeing stars, squeezing her eyes shut to try and focus on the intimate moment, the need to feel his cock forcing her walls apart with every thrust, the ache he left behind between her legs. This wasn’t about taking their time, about cherishing one another’s closeness, this was solemnly to scratch that inch inside of them, fuelled by their possessiveness.
“Please, oh please, professor.” A hum left the man, forcing one arm around her waist to rub her pulsing bundle, driving her closer and closer to the edge. “Please let me cum, oh god, please.”
“Cum for me, pet. Let them hear who is fucking you, who is the only one allowed to touch you.” His name rolled off (y/n)’s tongue as she came, trying to prolong the moment for as long as possible. The professor kept snapping his hips, forcing his cock deeper and deeper, wanting to leave his stain on her walls, set on imprinting himself on her cunt. His dark, raspy moans left her gasping, feeling his hand tighten its grip on her flesh as he came inside of her, giving room to one last groan.
“You’re mine to touch, mine only, don’t you ever forget that, (y/n).”
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Don't Blame Me
Summary | You act impulsively, getting yourself hurt in the process, and Joel freaks out because you did it to protect him.
Pairing | Joel Miller x fem!reader
Word Count | 2.72k
Genre | Angsty but mostly fluff!
Warnings! | Slight smut! (Not really, but sex is implied lol) Ellie giving you two hell, fighting, reader gets hurt, shitty fight scene, probably some inaccuracy not proof read lol.
Authors note! | Hi you guys! It's been so long since I've written something, but I'm back! I am kind of nervous about this one since it has been so long since I have written anything lol, But I hope that you guy's enjoy it! This is the start of my "Swift series", Where I write fics based on Taylor Swift songs. I will link it here once I have everything up about requesting and characters that I will be writing for! Feedback is always appreciated! And as always, I do I have really bad OCD that causes me to write in some random capitalization, and punctuation, But I think that we don't have to worry about that in this fic lol. And let me know if there are any mistakes, but please be kind!
“What the hell were you thinking?” Joel questioned you as you, Joel, and Ellie all walked into the cabin that didn’t belong to any of you. He was pissed, but you couldn’t think about even answering his question right now, not when the gash on your side was bleeding, and hurting to the point of giving you a slight limp.
“Now’s not a good time Joel, If you haven’t noticed, I have something that needs cleaning.” You said trying to ignore him, and find a safety kit, or even just some water and a cloth.
“Yeah, you wouldn’t need to clean anything if you hadn’t been so reckless.” He practically shouted at you from across the room, causing you to roll your eyes.
“Joel, she was just helping you, if she hadn't done anything you could be dead right now.” Ellie interjected, trying to calm down Joel, when all it really did was the opposite.
“Ellie, go to your room.” Joel said, sounding like a true father, as you turned the sink on and running a cloth underneath the water, shocked that there was any.
“What- We don’t live here Joel!” Ellie argued, “I don’t care, just find a room and go in it.” Joel argued back, not caring that he really wasn’t making any sense at the moment.
Ellie sighed before wishing you ‘Good luck’ as she grabbed her backpack and made her way up the stairs to find a bedroom to go in, at least maybe she could get some rest because you knew that you were in for an earful before you could even think about resting.
Joel was so pissed he was basically seeing red. You knew better, or at least he thought that you did to not put yourself in harm's way like that. He knew that living in this world that some things were just bound to happen, but not because you were being reckless.
“Wake me up!, before you go go, don’t leave me hanging on, like a yo-yo!” Sang Ellie and you while walking through the woods on your way to a cabin that Joel happened to know about. Ellie decided to start skipping around Joel as the two of you sang, trying to annoy Joel, or at least get him to join in. Whichever came first.
“Oh come on Joel!, We know you know the words, I mean look at you!” Said Ellie while laughing.
“Ha ha.” Joel responded in his typical monotone voice.
“You know Joel, It won’t kill you to liven up a little-” You started to say before you were cut off by the sound of a twig snapping. A snap that did not come from any of you.
The next thing you see is not one, not two, not three, but four infected, two close to you, one close to Ellie and one close to Joel with Ellie in between you two. They had to be newly infected to be out here, considering there were no other ones around. Your two started walking towards you, being further away than the other ones, but you were focused on the one closest to Ellie, putting two bullets in that one before you heard the two closest to you getting a little too close. You turned around fast enough to get 2 more bullets into one of them. But when you went to shoot the next one, you were out. It started getting closer, but was far enough for you to get the small ax out of your backpack. You went to hit it, but it fell to the ground from another bullet, one of Joels.
Joel was turned towards you now, not able to see the one coming up from behind him. You acted on pure impulse and charged at it with your ax, taking its head off in one clean slate since it was so newly infected, it wasn’t too hard. But in your act of heroism, you tripped and fell onto a sharp rock, cutting your side. Making you end up here, with an ungrateful and grumpy Joel.
“Hand it over.” Joel suddenly said while pulling up a chair next to the one that you set in.
“If you are going to just sit there and scold me the entire time, I would rather do it myself.” You said, almost being interrupted from wincing. He grabbed the cloth from your hand while you held the side of your shirt up. The two of you sat in silence while he cleaned the wound. You just looked at him, taking in his features. He looked so focused, like if he made one wrong move you would break. You found it sweet how he was helping you, until he started talking again.
“You know, you’re lucky to be alive, that could have killed you.”
“No, you’re the one that’s lucky to be alive.” You said to him, making him roll his eyes as he finished wrapping up your cut. He stood up, with his hands in fist. It infuriated you, you saved his life and all he could do was gripe about it.
“If I didn’t cut it’s head off fast enough, you could be dead right now Joel, One stupid cut is not the end of the world.” You yelled at him while standing up. He’s never seen you this angry, especially not with him. The two of you typically had an understanding, Protect Ellie, and don’t die while doing it. Yes, the two of you talked when you had the chance, You even made him laugh a few times (Counting the times when his ‘Laugh’ was just the side of his mouth turning upwards). But you never got this angry at each other.
“Yeah, and if you hadn’t made just the right cut at just the right time, you could be dead right now Y/n, Why don’t you realize that, you can’t be impulsive like that.” He said to you with his back turned to you, washing his hands.
“But, I’m not Joel, I’m not dead, I’m right here, Everything's okay, Everyone’s alive Joel!” You yelled back at him, with his back still turned.
“Ellie needs you more than she needs me, when the situation calls for it you put your life before mine you hear me?” He asks you, both hands on each side of the sink and looking down.
“And, watch something happen to you? You want me to just sit around and do absolutely nothing if you’re in danger?”
“It’s not about me-”
“Look at me when you’re talking to me Joel!” You yelled at him, causing him to finally look at you. When he turned, you couldn’t tell what he was feeling.
“Joel, I’m okay, I’m fine. It’s just a little cut.” You said to him. Not knowing how he would react, his face was expressionless.
“But it was almost worse.” He said walking closer to you, he stopped once he got close to your face. “I don’t want to lose someone I care about again.”
“Joel, what is this about-” You asked, but you couldn’t get the question out completely, before both of his hands were placed on each side of your face, pulling you in and pressing his lips to yours.
The kiss was rough and almost demanding. It was like if he let go you would somehow go away. Once the shock set in, you finally kissed him back, lips moving in perfect rhythm with him. His hands found their way to your waist while yours found their way to the back of his neck. It was pure bliss, but then he pulled away.
“You think we should move this to a bedroom, sweetheart?” He asked, lips starting to trail down your neck. The small yes that he heard from you next was all that he needed to lead you into the closest one.
The next morning you woke up, alone. It only freaked you out for a moment, until you heard the voices coming from the kitchen. While you were getting dressed, you heard Ellie say something that caught your ear.
“I told you to say something!” Ellie said to Joel while eating what he decided to prepare that morning. You could smell the food and it actually smelled good, which meant that whoever Joel knows that owns this place, keeps it stocked up. “You were always denying it, but I knew you were in love with her!”
“Ellie, hush and eat your food.” Joel said, turning around from making you a plate to have as you walked in. “Mornin’” He said, making eye contact with you, a sight smile coming to the mans face.
“Morning.” You said, sitting next to Ellie, as Joel slid you your plate. “You didn’t have to, I can make my own plate.” You said smiling at him.
“Yes he does, that's the least he can do after last night.” Ellie said laughing as you went wide eyed and Joel glared at her. You thought, based on the part of their conversation that you heard, that maybe Joel had just told her that you two had finally gotten together. You didn’t know that she knew what had happened last night.
“She’s been giving me shit all morning.” Joel said, turned around making his own plate now.
“It’s not my fault you two are so fucking loud, You know how hard it was to fall asleep last night?” Ellie said while taking a bite of her food.
“You were all the way upstairs, how did you even hear anything?” You turned to her and asked.
“She was probably scrummagin’ through the kitchen like a damn racoon.” Joel said sitting down across from the two of you causing Ellie to scoff.
“Um no, I was down here looking for the bathroom and heard things that will haunt my nightmares for years.” Ellie said while cringing. “Is that what made you go crazy and attack an infected with a fucking ax?” Ellie asked you, causing Joel to pause and look at you while waiting for your answer.
“Yep” You answered before looking back down at your food.
“So it’s your fault I had to hear all of that?” Ellie said accusingly.
“Um no, don’t blame me for this, Joel initiated it.” You said while taking your plate back into the kitchen.
“Damn Joel, I didn’t know you had it in you.” Ellie said while Joel got up to take his plate back too.
“Ellie, stop talking and finish your food, we need to get back on the road.” He said as he washed his plate off, taking yours from you to do the same.
You were afraid of things being awkward since you hadn’t clarified anything with Joel yet and it was already an hour later. But as you got out of the shower, Joel was sitting on the bed, facing the bathroom door as you walked out dressed for the day, with a towel in your hand.
“What? Are you wanting me to hurry up that bad? Are you that eager to get back on the road Joel?” You asked while drying your hair with the towel.
“I just wanted to see you, without Ellie around to make jokes before we left.” Joel said while standing up and walking towards you “I just wanted to make sure that you knew that I wasn’t just using you last night, because I do like you Y/n” He said while wrapping his arms around you.
“I like you too, Joel.” You said, placing your hands on his shoulders.
“Just don’t let that make you crazy and attack another infected without a decent weapon again, Okay?” He said looking you in the eyes.
“As if you wouldn’t do the same for me, Miller.” You said, smiling up at him. He knew he could trust you to take care of yourself, he also knew that you were right. He would do anything to protect Ellie and you.
“Yeah yeah.” He said leaning down to kiss you before exiting the room with you.
“Thank god you two were quieter that time.” Ellie said while picking up her bag.
“Ellie, get your mind out of the gutter and let’s go.” Joel said opening the door, ushering you two out.
“We are never going to live this down are we?” You said to Joel as you walked out, but Ellie answered before he could.
“Nope!”
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A Simple Favour
Pairing: Changbin x named reader (afab, she/her)
Genre: fake dating, friends-to-lovers, smut
Summary: Your temper got the better of you and you lied to your sister. Rather than coming clean, you get your best friend playing pretend, too.
Word count: 21.5k 💀
Content: fingering, protected sex, discussion about sex toys, some very uh, unshowered sex lol, reader is called Miki (Mikyong)
A/N: ahhhghheghhef my longest ever one-shot and first ever fake-dating fic is here!!!! And it's BINNIE!!!! this all started with this post and I truly never had any intention of turning any of them into proper fics. But then.... but then I honestly couldn't stop thinking about this Changbin and so I wrote a scene and then another, and then another and suddenly, it was happening! I HAVE given reader a name, because it's frankly annoying af to not be able to call your reader anything and I don't like using 'y/n' lol so hope that is ok with y'all hahah
Thank you to @minisugakoobies for beta-ing and @violetsiren90 for all the sprinting and enthusiasm!!!!!!!!!
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“I need to ask you a favour.”
“Yeah, ok, sure.”
“No, no, I need you to hear what it is first.”
You sat down next to Changbin on the sofa and it was only then that he started looking as if he was paying attention.
“Ok...”
“I need you to be my boyfriend.”
Changbin was out of his seat before the word had come to an end.
“What?!”
“Not really!” you cried, immediately standing up again, hands raised, trying to placate him. “I just need you to pretend to be!”
“What?!”
You groaned loudly and tipped your head back to shout at the ceiling. Then you motioned for him to please return to his seat so you could explain.
“I... may... have... toldmysisterthatwe’retogether.”
He was on his feet again, roaring.
“WHAT?!”
“It’s not my fault, ok?! You know how annoying she is!!!! She won’t stop going on about how we act like a couple and how we’d be good together and why don’t we just get together and don’t I see and no one else wants to go out with me anyway, what, do I think I could do better and I just fucking snapped!” You gripped him hard on the arms and stared, wide-eyed and grimacing at him. “I couldn’t take it anymore,” you told him through gritted teeth. “I snapped. I told her we were already dating but trying to keep it quiet until we knew if it was going anywhere.”
Changbin did exactly as you had not a minute before: looked skyward and groaned all too loudly at the ceiling of your apartment.
“So you mean to say that your sister now thinks we’re a couple?”
“Yeah... and I mean, Chan, too, obviously. He was there.”
Changbin closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“You mean my best friend Chan?”
“Hey! I’m your best friend!”
“Not anymore!”
He took a few steps away from you and shook his head, shook out his arms, rolled his shoulders. You did not know if you would be able to convince him to go along with your charade. It wouldn’t have to be forever, not even for long; you just had to find a way to back out of it that left both your names untarnished. Couldn't be that hard, right?
“Please, Binnie,” you began, tone softer now, sweeter, pleading just a little. “I know, I suck. But my sister sucks more and I really just want to get her off my back for a bit and I promise I will sort it out. I promise I’ll let us break-up quickly and you’ll come out smelling of roses! But please, please back me up on this.”
He turned around, looking at you seriously.
“What exactly is involved?”
“Well, y’know, if Chan asks about it or something, just... go along with the lie. You don’t have to do anything really.”
“Except for the lying and deceit and stuff.”
“Yeah.”
There was a pause in which Changbin stood, staring out of the window, hands on his hips, deliberating. Then he turned sharply to look at you.
“I have a date tonight. Can we start tomorrow?”
You inhaled sharply through your teeth, eyes shut tight.
“Nope!”
You winked an eye open to see how he’d react. There was outrage on his face.
“What do you mean ‘no’?!”
“You can’t go on a date with someone else if we’re together!! What if someone sees you?”
He shouted again at the ceiling.
“I was going to get laid tonight!”
“Sorry!”
You cowered, made yourself as small as possible, watching him as he nevertheless unlocked his phone and fired off a quick cancellation text.
“I’m going to make you pay for this, you know,” he told you as he typed.
“I know. I deserve it.”
“Fine,” he said with a sigh. “I’ll do it.” Then he flopped back onto the sofa and patted the seat next to him. “But to be absolutely clear, I am not going to your stupid family lunches.”
“Actually...”
*
You were at your stupid family lunch. You had been going to Sunday lunch with your family for what felt like forever. At first, you and your sister schlepped way too far outside the city to your parents’ house, but now your sister hosted. Your sister and her husband, who just so happened to be best friends with your best friend. Why did the world have to be so small?
This time, your boyfriend was here, too. Sorry, your ‘boyfriend.’ It had taken a thousand favours owed and promises of future gifts made, but Changbin finally agreed to come, and you had agreed the rules for this deception:
1. You and Changbin had been dating for a ‘few weeks’ (since you got drunk at the river and decided to say ‘fuck it why not?’ to the whole thing).
2. You made the first move.
3. When in public together, you would always be prepared to act like a couple, should you run into anyone you knew.
4. Changbin would lead and you would ‘yes, and’ him, no questions asked.
5. Absolutely no dating other people, just in case.
6. It was your job to find a way to end it that made both of you look good – or at the very least, made Changbin look good.
7. No one—and that meant no one—else could know that it wasn’t real.
Just as you were walking up to your sister’s front door, Changbin added another: you would give him servings of everything first – including seconds and thirds, even if they came from your own plate. He knew your mum and sister cooked well and he was going to enjoy at least some part of this afternoon. You felt you had no choice but to agree.
“Hello,” you called as you entered your sister’s house, without enthusiasm.
You had been dreading this since the second the words had left your mouth the previous week. You could have just not lied; you didn’t have to have said that you and Changbin were dating; you could have controlled your temper even a little and not have got yourself in this predicament. You could even have swallowed your pride and embarrassment and told your sister it was a lie, that you had said it to try to shut her up. It wasn’t like it would’ve been the first time you’d told her how annoying she was.
But you hadn’t. You had lied and now you were sticking to the lie and Changbin was fully involved (if not invested) and you were about to spend an afternoon pretending to like him.
You liked him fine, as a friend. You liked him a lot, even, as a friend. But he wasn’t That Guy to you. He’d never elicited so much as a single butterfly in your stomach. Not a flitter of a wing or twitch of an antenna. He was just Binnie. And you knew he felt the very same about you.
“Finally,” your sister said by way of a greeting as she came down the stairs. “You’re late-”
“No, we aren’t,” you snapped back, fully prepared to argue further but the look on your sister’s face took you by surprise.
She was surprised.
“Oh, Changbin! I didn’t know you were coming.”
There was a sly smile on her lips as if there was a joke you weren’t in on, but you didn’t have capacity to be annoyed by that; you were waiting with bated breath to see what Changbin would do.
“Hi, Hanbyeol,” he said, as polite and charming as he might ever have been. “Miki said she told you I was coming. I hope it’s alright I’m here.”
“Of course it is! The more the merrier, right?”
She winked at you as she walked past into the kitchen, and you rolled your eyes.
“Absolutely!” Changbin responded, following her, grabbing your hand and tugging you along, too.
This was going to be a very long afternoon.
*
The very longest afternoon of your life. When Changbin had made you promise to ‘yes, and’ him, you had thought he meant go along with his concocted story of your first date or something.
You hadn’t expected... whatever the hell it was he was doing.
The first time he called you ‘baby,’ you literally, physically flinched and had to try very hard not to scowl. The second time, the only thing that might have given you away was the flare of your nostrils. The third time, you dragged him off away from everyone to hiss viciously at him.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“What?” he asked, with as much innocence on his face as he could muster.
“Calling me fucking ‘baby?’ Why? Why would you do that?”
“Aren’t you my baby?”
“For fuck’s sake, Binnie! NO, you know I am not! What are you doing?”
“You said I could play this however I liked and you also said I wouldn’t have to do anything but here I am, in your sister’s house, performing my perfect little tush off to keep your lie intact! So suck it up, baby: this is how Changbinnie dates!”
You rolled your eyes and swore under your breath once more.
“So you mean to say that you’re going to make this as painfully cringe-worthy as possible and embarrass us both?”
“Both? Oh, I’m not embarrassed!”
He didn’t wait for your comeback to that one and strode back into the kitchen, leaving you quietly seething but not yet regretting sticking to your lie. You could cope with an afternoon of this.
Which is what you thought until you actually sat down to eat and Changbin made you stick to your word and serve him first. It was almost impossible to do it with a smile on your face – you were sure you resembled some kind of grotesque, with a rictus grin and clenched teeth – but you did your best. You really tried to be sweet to him, to pretend to care that he got the best cuts and biggest pieces of meat, that you were happy for him to take the last dumpling from your plate.
You were sweating from the effort of it. You have never wanted to leave your sister’s house more. You felt suffocated. Hot. Uncomfortable. Embarrassed. Your parents were there; they also had to think it was real and you hadn’t considered the implications of him meeting the parents until it was too late. Suddenly, this felt serious.
You had thought it would be easy pretending that you and Changbin were together because... well, you did spend a lot of your time together as it was. You were close. You were so close that it was what got you into this mess in the first place! If you already acted enough like a couple for your sister (who barely ever saw past her own nose) to see it, then the job was already done – you had thought.
You had underestimated Changbin. Of course you had. His mischief, his love of performance, his inability to not do something that he knew would stitch you up in some manner. They all combined into what was sure to become your absolute worst nightmare and there was no one to blame but yourself.
You were just going to have to find a way out of it and quick.
* * *
“Changbin! How nice to see you again!” Hanbyeol crowed the next week when you dragged him along for a second time.
“Of course! The food last week was so good, Hanbyeol, I had to come.”
She actually blushed.
“Please, Changbin, call me Hani.”
You rolled your eyes; she was too easily flattered and Changbin was a little shit.
You hadn’t planned to make him come again. You would have preferred that he didn’t. But... Well, your sister just knew how to press your buttons. She had expressed her surprise at your apparently real relationship with Changbin, even uttering the words ‘I didn’t really believe you.’ She had then proceeded to lecture you on how to behave in a relationship and warn you of all your ‘usual tricks’ that apparently kept romantic partners away. You had been so thoroughly goaded that you had hung up on her and immediately dialled Changbin, telling him, in no uncertain terms, that he was ‘coming next week even if I have to kill you and drag you there.’
He had put up a fight, but the food really had been that good (your sister had many flaws, but cooking was not one of them) and he let his arm be twisted in far less time than before.
He behaved in much the same way as he had but, this time, you were prepared for it. You had braced yourself. You even managed a real smile at Changbin at the dinner table, despite the fact that he, once again, ate the last dumpling from your plate. He didn’t up his game or do anything more to try to embarrass you this time – perhaps he hadn’t expected your quick adjustment; he had overestimated your temper – but you were glad for this. You had to admit (for a microsecond only) that he might actually be a good boyfriend.
Neither of you had had any serious relationships in the time you’d been friends. When you met, your relationship was in the middle of a breakdown and your ex had moved out before you and Changbin had become firm friends. Changbin had dated, a lot, but none of them seemed to stick. Sometimes, he was sad about it; he would show up at your door with ice cream and his favourite blanket (yes, really) and you would coax the story out of him, trying not to press too hard on his bruised pride, his wounded heart. Sometimes, he chucked them before it got that far.
You’d actually not really spoken about relationships all that much. You assumed Changbin didn’t want anything serious because he never had it. You assumed that he assumed you wanted to be single because you (mostly) were. You shared horror stories from occasional bad dates and Changbin sometimes made you pick out his outfits, but you didn’t talk about them. You didn’t talk about your fantasies and dreams, your ideal partners, ideal relationships; you didn’t talk about how much you really did want to have one. You weren’t single because you didn’t want a relationship; you were single because you didn’t know where to find one.
You had burnt out on the apps in double-quick time and weren’t really sure where else to find anyone. You would never take up your sister’s offer to set you up, which might honestly have been cutting your nose off to spite your face because you did like Chan and she was happily married to him, but there was simply no way you would ever have been able to live with her smug self-satisfaction if she had been the one to introduce you to a life partner. And that left you with very few other options.
* * *
Having a fake boyfriend—who was your best friend at that—turned out to be quite a lot of fun. You did all the same things you usually did, plus handholding when in public and tolerating whatever cutesy baby-talk Changbin threw at you during your family lunches. That was easy.
Your friends were outraged when you told them. Not because they opposed the union but because you hadn’t told them before. They went back through your friendship with a fine-toothed comb, pointing out signs and hints that they had known ‘all along’ that you were into each other.
There were no signs. There were no hints. Because you weren’t into each other. But you let them have their fun because it helped sell the lie you were trying to peddle.
* * *
“Sister,” your sister began, on the phone to you almost two weeks after your second lunch.
“What, sister?” you replied, already unamused.
It wasn’t that you didn’t like Hani. She just... rubbed you the wrong way. A lot.
“You and Changbin should come on a double date with us.”
“What?”
“A double date. Me and Channie; you and Changbin.”
“Ugh.”
You didn’t have a much more articulate response than that. Really? Why? Why did she always have to suggest these things? Why did she need to be so nosy? So many of the thoughts that stuck in your brain when it came to your sister began with the word: why.
“Why?” you asked, already trying to think of excuses not to go.
“What do you mean why? It’d be perfect! Channie and Changbin are friends; you and I are sisters; we all already know each other! You’re always such a spoilsport!”
“But Binn- Changbin and I have already been for lunch twice; that’s basically the same.”
You had stopped referring to him as Binnie since you had starting ‘dating’ him. You had deliberately not thought about why that was.
“It’s not the same at all! Lunch is casual and boring! Our parents are there! We should go on a real date, have some fun!”
“Maybe your relationship needs a fun injection but mine doesn’t.”
You could see her rolling her eyes, hear the stomp of her foot on the floor.
“Kim Mikyong,” your sister said and needed to say no more. When she full-named you, you knew it meant she wasn’t taking no for an answer, and you had given up fighting her on it because she showed surprising restraint in using it.
You sighed.
“When do you want to go?”
“Ah! Perfect! I’ll ask Channie and get him and Changbin to set it up! It’s going to be so much fun!”
She hung up without bothering to say goodbye and you looked at the phone in displeasure. You didn’t even know if Changbin would agree to it. It had taken so much coaxing to get him to lunch.
And this was going to be so much worse.
*
But you’d been wrong before.
Changbin lived two floors above you and, shortly before half-six, he was knocking at your door to pick you up for your date—your double date.
You opened the door and surprise swallowed your greeting. He looked good. He looked like he’d put effort in. You remembered the outfit from one of the times he’d asked your advice; he’d worn this outfit on a date before. Your first instinct was to be peeved that he was recycling an outfit for your date. Then you remembered that you were only pretending to be together. And then you thought, actually, that maybe it was sweet he had put together a Date Outfit for the occasion.
You’d put on a dress and everything, too.
“You look nice,” he said, still standing in your doorway.
“Thank you,” you replied sincerely. “So do you.”
It was quiet in the lift as you descended, and you jumped a little when Changbin took your hand as you left the building. He looked at you, quizzical.
“Sorry, just forgot what we were doing for a second.”
“Hey, I’m happy not to hold your hand, but this was your rule.”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine; it’s good. I mean, we should. It’s safer. We should. I just- I just forgot; surprised me.”
You squeezed his hand in yours, because it was there to squeeze, and you realised you felt nervous. Your sister had been right: this was different. Lunch was casual. This wasn’t. You tried to remember how your sister had previously acted on double dates, but she hadn’t been able to get you on one since you were with your ex and that was a long time ago now.
You wondered how Changbin would act. He had been so keen to play the game and embarrass you up until now; would tonight be the same? He seemed normal so far, but he didn’t have his audience yet. And everyone was still sober.
*
Your sister cooed and stretched across the table to you and Changbin, grabbing your hand and his forearm and giving a squeeze.
“Oh, I’m just so happy!” she exclaimed, and you could tell by the way she scrunched her nose as she smiled that she was in one drink too deep. “I want you two to be so happy! Aren’t they happy, Channie?”
He grinned at his wife and nodded before turning towards you.
“Are you happy?”
You shrugged which was very clearly the wrong answer.
“Mikyong!” Hani hit the table with her palm.
You shrugged again.
“What?! What do you want us to say? I’m not going to fucking rhapsodise about it at the dinner table!”
That was a mistake. You’d have seen it coming one bottle of soju ago and you wouldn’t have set foot in that trap.
“Then I will!” Changbin said, tossing back his maekju, punctuating the end of his sentence with the thunk of the glass on the table.
You groaned, inwardly and then out loud. Changbin turned to look at you, a sweet, shit-eating grin on his face.
“I feel honestly amazed,” he began, his eyes widening in what you knew he hoped your sister would take for some kind of wonder or awe. “It seems so weird that we didn’t see it before.” He took your hand, and you clenched your teeth so hard your jaw hurt. “It feels so natural to be together, y’know? I’m more than happy! I’m comfortable and content; being with your best friend is the greatest thing in the world.”
Hani cooed for so long, you worried she’d run out of breath. She held a hand to her heart, and you almost thought you saw tears in her eyes. She could give Changbin a run for her money in the dramatics department. You didn’t see Chan’s reaction because he hid his face taking a drink. Changbin had promised, as part of the rules, not to tell anyone else and you trusted him, but Chan would be the person he’d tell. Which worried you. Because you could fool your sister; your sister was a fool. Chan wasn’t.
*
You kicked Changbin as you got up from the table and made sure you walked behind your sister and brother-in-law so you could punch him in the arm for good measure.
“What the fuck was that?” you hissed, face hot with alcohol and anger.
“What was what?”
“That disgusting little speech you gave! ‘Oh, it feels so natural! I’m so content!’. Are you fucking kidding me?”
Changbin chuckled and nuzzled his nose into yours.
“Oh, baby, don’t you feel the same? You’re going to break my heart!”
“Shut the fuck up! How am I supposed to break us up when you say shit like that?”
He shrugged.
“I believe that is your problem. Besides which, you promised I’d come out smelling of roses so I can say as much saccharine, embarrassing crap as I like and you can just ditch me like the cruel and heartless being you are. Problem solved.”
“And you want everyone to pity you for having your soft heart broken by me? Because that’s what’ll happen! They’ll ooh and ah and ‘poor Binnie’ you for weeks. And how are we supposed to continue being friends if you’re that heartbroken?”
You could tell by his silence that he was annoyed to not have a quick retort.
“See? You’re trying to embarrass me and make me squirm and yeah, it fucking works, but you’re also prolonging this! You’re making it harder than it has to be!”
“Oh, whatever!”
*
The four of you stood on the subway, going in the same direction for at least part of the way home. Hani and Chan only had eyes for each otherour sister claimed they were ‘still newlyweds!’ but you didn’t think that, after over a year of marriage, she had any right to do so. You were glad that they were busy being moony-eyed at each other; it meant you and Changbin could relax a little, finally out from underneath the scrutiny of the pair. You weren’t holding hands, but you leant a little against his solid body, letting him support you as the train twisted and jostled you.
You wouldn’t have cared—wouldn't even have been looking--a few drinks ago but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the two of them. Envy grew like mould in your heart. You were happy for your sister, of course you were, but you wanted that. You wanted it for yourself. You wanted someone to look at you the way Chan was looking at Hani right now. You wanted marriage. You wanted that happily ever after shit that you knew didn’t really exist, at least not like in all the stories. But you wanted someone to believe it. Wanted someone to promise it to you even if it was beyond their power to enforce.
It made you bristle, made you annoyed. At anyone. Everyone. Hani. Chan. Changbin. Yourself. You’d made this bed. It wasn’t as if you had been dating anyway, but now you had removed that as an option; you couldn’t even try to find what your sister had and it was all your own fucking fault. You watched as Hani took hold of the lapel of Chan’s jacket and lifted onto her tiptoes to press a giggly kiss to his mouth; you didn’t manage to hold back the scoff, didn’t manage not to roll your eyes.
Your sister rolled hers in return and tutted.
“What, Miki? I can’t kiss my husband?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Your face says it all. Kiss your own boyfriend, why don’t you? And stop looking at mine.”
“He’s not your boyfriend.”
“No, he’s my husband and you’ll never get one if you keep going around on dates with a face like that.”
“Hey,” Changbin says, smiling beneficently, “I like her sour, ugly face.”
You punched him hard on his left pec and he ‘oof’ed quietly but it didn’t stop him smiling.
“Yeah?” Hanbyeol challenged. “That’s a face you want to kiss, huh? Really? Don’t believe you.”
Changbin reflected her challenge in his eyes as he looked down at you.
“Maybe I don’t want to kiss him,” you spat, glaring at your sister, ignoring Changbin’s offer.
“Oh, Mikyong, you are a bitter old maid, you bitch. Let your boyfriend kiss you if he wants!”
Did he want?
Your heart was beating faster than you’d have liked. Your mouth went dry when you finally turned to Changbin to acquiesce. This hadn’t been part of the deal. Did he really want to do this? You didn’t. This was weird. It would be weird! How could you pull this off? It was your first kiss! Changbin was about to kiss you for the first time! His face was leaning down! He was really going to do it! How could you let him get this close? How can you pull away without ruining everything? What should you-!
His lips were soft and the kiss was gentle. Lasted no more than a second. It took longer for you to come around from it, your mouth pouting and open, looking at Changbin as if you were lost and he would show you where to go. He lifted one side of his mouth in a lopsided grin and winked.
That broke the spell.
“Happy now?" you asked your sister, your ‘ugly, bitter old maid’ face back on-screen.
She rolled her eyes, good-naturedly.
“Whatever, Miki. You are so easy to tease.”
She said it all looking dreamily at her husband and it made your stomach drop. She only had eyes for him. He only had eyes for her. You were desperately trying not to look at your ‘boyfriend.’ You didn’t know where he was looking.
*
You got off the train a few stops later, leaving Chan and Hani on it. You were itching to be by yourself. You had to process what had happened. Changbin had kissed you. Kissed you. Sure, he was goaded into it; he did it because your sister told him to. But he still did it. You didn’t know how you felt about it. After just ten minutes, you were starting to believe it hadn’t even happened, that you had somehow imagined it. Because you and Changbin didn’t kiss. Even though you were pretending to be together. You didn’t kiss. That didn’t happen.
Changbin walked you to your door when you reached your floor and you turned in the doorway, looking at him as sour as you’d ever been.
“Going to try to kiss me goodnight?” you asked, jeering and hating yourself for it.
Changbin looked at you, a little hurt, a little annoyed, a little fucking tired of your prickly temper.
“No,” was his simple reply.
You didn't say anything back, but he didn’t leave, so you each stood in silence, one either side of your doorway. You knew he wanted to say something as mean-spirited as you had; you knew he was better than that so he wouldn’t.
He turned his body slightly away, as if to leave, and then looked at you, mostly just sad, you thought.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have kissed you. We haven’t talked about that; we haven’t agreed anything on that. I just thought you’d want to show your sister. Prove it or something. So I’m really sorry. I’ll see you later.”
He was walking away and you could taste something bitter in your mouth: your own temper, your impatience with people, your totally unfair expectations of people that were better than you but liked you anyway.
Steeling yourself and clenching your fists, you followed after him.
“Changbin,” you called softly, prompting him to turn around.
You took his hand in both of yours.
“I’m sorry, too. Sorry I’m such a bitch. The kiss was fine. Thank you. It was good. Probably necessary; I don’t know. Thanks. I guess. Sorry.”
Changbin just laughed and pulled you into a rib-squeezing hug.
“You are so fucking stupid.”
He was very, very right.
* * *
Changbin knocked at your door and entered your apartment with far less cheer than he might normally. You hadn’t spoken about the kiss since it happened and there had been no repeats of it. Things had fallen back into your new normal ‘friends who are pretending to be more than friends’ sham.
“What’s wrong with you?”
He sat on your sofa and looked up at you, still serious.
“Remember how you asked me for a favour?”
You asked him for lots of favours but you immediately knew which he was referring to.
“Yes.”
“Remember how you said it’d be over quickly?”
“... Yes.”
You did not like the direction this was heading in, but he was owed, you knew that, so you determined to meet your fate with grace.
“Remember how the very night you asked I had a date?”
“Yes.”
“Remember how long ago that was?”
“... A month?”
He hummed and nodded.
“I was going to have sex that night, but I didn’t get to. Why?”
“Because I made you cancel so you could fake-date me.”
“Exactly. Know what that means?”
You couldn’t see where he was heading because- well, you could see, but you didn’t really know what the favour was going to be. You weren’t sure you wanted to find out.
“Uh, I don’t know.”
“It means it’s been well over a month since I last had sex. Because of you.”
“I’m sorry?”
He chuckled and his face brightened.
“I don’t want you to be sorry, babe-”
You had long stopped flinching at the terms of endearment as they leaked into your non-fake-dating time, too. If Changbin had noticed, he didn’t let on, but you were aware every time he called you anything other than your name.
“-I’m just saying. Aren’t you bothered? It’s not like you’ve been getting any either.”
You shrugged.
“No. I guess I’m not that bothered? I don’t know; I’ve been longer without. A month isn’t exactly that long. And it’s not like there aren’t ways to entertain myself.”
“Don’t you get bored of that though?”
You laughed.
“Did you really come here for masturbation tips?”
The tightened curl of his lips and aversion of his eyes told you he was embarrassed and he was never embarrassed.
“No,” he answered pointedly. “I actually came to suggest that we have sex.”
“What?!”
The shock brought you out of your chair. He could not be serious.
“What?” he returned. “We’re already fake-dating! Why not make a bit of it real? It doesn’t have to mean anything. Except both of us getting some... release. Relief. Call it stress relief! From the stresses of pretending to be dating. It’ll make the pretence easier, too, since it doesn’t seem like you are going to actually break us up anytime so-”
“I am! I am! I’m working on it...”
You couldn’t help the whine that crept into your tone. You were working on it. Or at least, you had been. It was too difficult. How could you find a way for your relationship to end and for you to remain friends at the end of it? And with each day that passed, it got harder, because your ‘relationship’ had gone on longer. And everyone was expecting it was getting more and more serious – especially as it was built on the foundation of your very solid, very real friendship.
“Ok and while you work on it, we could be having sex.”
“Changbin...”
He regarded you carefully and you looked back, hoping you looked as pathetic as you felt.
“You don’t have to say yes. I won’t take it personally. I just... I honestly just really want to get laid and you are the only person I’m allowed to have sex with at the moment. So you’ve really stitched me up here.”
You sank down next to him on the sofa and laid your head on his shoulder.
“I am sorry. I really didn’t mean for it to go on this long. I didn’t mean to stitch you up. It’s kind of got out of hand--. I actually didn’t mean to create this mess at all. My sister sometimes just brings out the worst in me.”
“Yeah,” Changbin replied, patting your knee. “Family can do that.”
There was a brief lull and then Changbin slapped his own thighs and stood.
“Well, if you don’t want to have sex, I’m out of here.”
“I didn’t say that!”
He raised an eyebrow at you, and you were furious that your cheeks had the audacity to warm. You were a grown woman; he was a grown man. You should at least be able to talk about sex. You did talk about it! You had discussed it!
But it was different when it was this – the two of you having it. Together. There was a line there. And he may have made some good points (you weren’t getting any; as long as you were pretending to date each other, you couldn’t sleep with anyone else; it would make the pretence easier), but suggesting it didn’t have to mean anything? Surely it meant something. It had to mean something! Friends didn’t just fuck their friends. That never worked. It always made things weird.
Weirder than they already were? Wasn’t it already weird that you pretended to be together whenever you saw any of your friends, any of your family? Wasn’t it already weird that Changbin was so used to calling you ‘babe’ and ‘baby’ and god knew what else that he said even when you were alone? Wasn’t it already weird that you didn’t hesitate anymore, that the words ‘I have a boyfriend’ fell from your lips without your even having to try? Wasn’t it already weird that you were... getting used to this? Enjoying it even?
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to. I also didn’t say I did. I don’t know. Don’t you feel like it would be weird?”
He shrugged.
“Maybe. Kind of too horny to care.”
“Seo Changbin!”
“What?! I'm being honest!”
“I’ll think about it, ok?”
“Sure. No pressure. I mean it.”
“I know.”
You did know. You would trust him with your life, and he was the softest little goober you’d ever met. That he might pressure you was not your concern at all.
*
You were true to your word: you thought about it. On and off over the next couple of days you thought about it. How much further over the line was it, really? You held hands. You had already kissed, a little. Ok, once. Was sex really such a leap? It would lend a lot of credence to this stupid lie you were both living. And you would get to have sex.
But it would be with Changbin. What if he was bad at it? What if you discovered you were bad? What if his dick was weird? What if he liked stuff you hated? Or vice versa? You didn’t know if you believed that sex could be Just Sex, but, even if it could, that didn’t mean it wasn’t complicated. There were factors. A lot of them.
A week and a half later, you thought you were experiencing déjà vu when Changbin entered your apartment again, asking for a favour.
“Sex again?” you asked as you shut the door behind him.
“Not exactly. It’s more embarrassing.”
You did not attempt to hide your glee.
“I love it; please ask immediately.”
“Last time I asked about sex, you implied that you didn’t get bored getting yourself off. I’m asking, how? ‘Cause I’m looking at my hand like it’s my fucking enemy at this point.”
You laughed.
“Do not laugh!” he shouted. “I’m in actual need. I’m in agony. Please. Tell me how to make it more interesting for myself.”
“I mean... Firstly, we have different parts, so my experience is not directly applicable to you. Secondly, how can you be that bored? Have you seriously never gone this long without sex in your adult life?”
He shrugged but you recognised the look on his face: the one where he tried to hide a smug, gloating, little grin.
“Are you seriously telling me you haven’t gone more than two months without sex?”
“I haven’t had to!”
“Oh my god.”
You were in half a mind not to help, feeling like it might somehow expose you as undesirable, because you had been more than two months without; two months was currently very much in your rear-view mirror at that point.
“Well,” you began, leading him into your bedroom, “for a start, if you’re only using your hand, then you are in for a treat. An entire world awaits you.”
You knelt down next to your bedside cabinet and gathered all your toys, laying them out on the bed with a flourish. Changbin looked a little overawed.
“That’s a lot of stuff.”
“Yeah and you know you have to use them all at once?”
For a second, he believed you and his eyes grew as wide as you had ever seen them before he scowled at you.
“Shut the fuck up. I came to you for help. You owe me.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m just teasing. Now, like I said, a lot of these won’t be applicable to you, or might be but I cannot vouch for any kind of pleasure or satisfaction because most were designed for vulvas and vaginas and not penises.”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“Oh, now who’s teasing?! You want help or not?!”
“I do! Sorry! Fine, carry on.”
“Ok, well, this,” you held up a rather unwieldy, slightly inelegant thrusting toy, “is my favourite. It does not look sexy but it sure as shit feels it. The problem with the others-” you gave a sweep of your hand over a few other insertables on the bed- “is that I have short arms and sometimes I just can’t get the angle I need and keep a firm grip on them, right? Which is why this one is so good.”
You stopped yourself just as you were about to- to what? Demonstrate? You put it back down on the bed in a hurry.
“Ok, well, I don’t need anything like that.”
“No?”
“I top.”
“Right. Ok.”
You lifted another, much smaller toy.
“That looks like something you’d use to clean your face.”
“I cannot recommend it for that. If you want to get someone to squirt though, she’s your man.”
Changbin looked surprised.
“Ever made anyone squirt?” you asked, not sure if he would answer.
He shook his head.
“No, me neither... Except myself. With this. I’m not saying it’s guaranteed but she knows how to get the job done, y’know?”
“Huh.”
He took it from you, examining it as if he could learn its secrets from looks alone.
“It’s a suction toy,” you clarified. “Works on the clit. Sucks. Hard. Not entirely sure what you might get out of it, but y’know, if you want to give it a try...”
You laughed, feeling a little heat on your cheeks. It was both exceptionally weird and very not weird to be talking to Changbin like this.
“Isn’t that weird?” he asked, looking at the toy in his hand like it was a live grenade. “To use your sex toys?”
You shrugged.
“They’re clean if that’s what you mean.”
“Wasn’t suggesting they aren’t. It’s just... Isn’t that kind of intimate?”
You hadn’t thought about it before, but he had a point. And the more you thought about it, the more intimate it seemed. These toys, all of them, had been used on you, had brought you to climax over and over again in the time you’d owned them. They knew your secrets; you were exposing your secrets to Changbin by even showing them to him. If he used them, too? A shiver like ice water slipped down your spine.
But he was the one who had previously suggested you have sex. This was less intimate than that, right?
You shrugged.
“It’s just a thing, really,” you replied, even though it wasn’t at all what you thought. You moved the conversation on quickly. “I guess you’re not interested in butt plugs if you don-”
“I didn’t say that.”
You looked at his face but he was looking at the spread on your bed, his eyes roving across the row of plugs on the right.
“Ever used one?” you ventured, a little tentatively, not sure if it would constitute a slight to suggest he had or hadn’t.
He shook his head and you noticed the tips of his ears redden.
“I probably don’t need to tell you to go careful,” you began, taking a few of the options away, the ones that were too big, a little too intimidating for a first-timer. “But you should go careful. Start small, start smooth. And never, ever insert anything without a ba-”
“Yeah, I know!”
His ears were redder now. He still had your suction toy in his hand and you could see how tightly his fist was clenched around it. It confused you because Changbin couldn’t possibly be that embarrassed. Could he?
Silence fell and you weren’t sure what to say. Should you tell him which one to pick? Did you have to advise him how to use it? How could you do that when you had no idea the sort of things he liked? You wiggled your toes in your socks and tipped up lightly onto them before bringing your heels back down.
“Ok,” you began slowly when it was clear he wasn’t going to speak. You picked up a little purple plug, soft silicone, bubbles of increasing size. You handed it to him and shrugged. “Give something like that a try. See how you like it.”
Changbin didn’t look at you. He looked at the plug. He put the suction toy back down on the bed and continued to look at the small, beaded rod in his hand.
“Uh,” you continued. “Ever used a cock ring?”
He let out a comically enraged cry and stalked from your bedroom.
“Bye!” he called, not looking back as he pulled open your front door and let it slam shut behind him.
“Hey!” you shouted after him, catching his arm just as he walked out your front door.
He stopped and turned.
“You know the internet exists, right? Wouldn’t that have been less embarrassing than coming here and asking me?”
He scowled, let out another anguished shout and stalked off.
You laughed because you had to laugh, because he could have just used the internet—it would have been quicker, easier, less embarrassing, and probably more helpful. But he didn’t. He came to you and asked for your secrets. You didn’t know what that meant.
There were nerves fluttering in your stomach that made you feel awkward and self-conscious. It felt like a line had been crossed somewhere. Not a bad line? But a line nonetheless.
You returned to your bedroom and surveyed your collection left on your bed and wondered if you might take a few for a spin yourself. You decided not to. Changbin was in your head and if there was one person in the world you did not want to be thinking about, it was him.
* * *
You tried not to think about it anymore. Sex. Changbin. Any thoughts that involved either sex or Changbin. Nothing that strayed into that territory. It was a hornet’s nest, you’d decided. Nothing good could come from opening that can of worms. He could use each and every single one of your toys if he wanted but not your body. No. No. Nope.
But you were having trouble focusing your mind. You were ovulating and this month in particular was being a real fucker. Your body was punishing you for being single. It was sick and tired of preparing a baby house and having you not put a baby in it. It was doing its damnedest this month to make it happen.
You were out of your mind horny.
You were beginning to sympathise with Changbin. You were, unfortunately and no matter how much you tried not to, thinking about his offer. His request. You were thinking about doing him, and yourself, that favour he’d asked.
It couldn’t be that bad, could it? It could be good. He’d made some fair points. And you were curious now, you had to admit. You’d not, before this whole fake-dating thing, given much thought to how Changbin fucked, but your curiosity had been piqued. You hadn’t had your butt plug returned and you could only assume that meant he was enjoying it, though he hadn’t confirmed either way. You wondered if you could entice him to spice things up a little more. You wondered what he did. What he sounded like. What he-
“Fuck!”
You slammed your hands down on your desk and took a deep breath. You were not supposed to be thinking about this. You were supposed to be—you moved your mouse to wake your monitor—creating yet another tedious spreadsheet.
You: you working rn?
Bin: no. gym
You: later?
Bin: come over after work
‘Oh good’, you thought to yourself sourly, ‘that gives me four more hours of this. I’ve got to stew on this for four fucking hours before I can even broach the topic.’
The thought made you sick. You didn’t examine why. You worked for five more minutes, messaged your manager to say you weren’t feeling well and logged off.
Then you left your apartment and went down to the gym.
* * *
You were having a great day. A fantastic day, in fact. That was what you were telling yourself. Because you were about to hit a new deadlift PR and that made it fantastic, as long as you ignored everything else going on in your life. Which is exactly what you were doing.
You were looking down at the bar on the floor, heavily loaded, and you were talking to it nicely. You were a team: you, the bar, the weights on either end of it. You were a team, and you were going to do this thing together.
You took a deep breath, taking no notice of the guy a few metres away who was watching you. You didn’t care about him. You never cared about men in the gym because the gym was yours. And no two-bit, ’roided-out gym bro was ever going to put you off your stride. And certainly not today. Let him watch. You’d show him.
You adjusted your feet and shook out your hands before placing them on the bar. You favoured a mixed grip. You got into position, took a breath in, braced your core, and lifted.
It flew.
This was not a weightlifting gym, or anything close to that; it was the gym in your apartment building that came ‘free’ with your exorbitant rent, so you had to carefully lower the weights back to the floor. Then you allowed yourself a loud, crowing whoop and a double fist-pump.
You stood straight, victorious, not even trying to hide the grin on your face and, when you tuned back into the world, the man who had been watching you was clapping. You whipped around to face him, assuming the worst, assuming he was patronising you or mocking you, but he grinned brightly at you.
“PR?” he asked.
You nodded dumbly.
“Nice one. Congrats. You made it look easy.”
He smiled and nodded once at you and then turned back to his own workout: a push day, it looked like, as he sat down on an inclined bench and lifted two enormous dumbbells to his shoulders.
Huh.
That was nice. You didn’t have many nice interactions with men at the gym. Men like him anyway. He was big, hulking, probably bulking given the softness of his skin on his arms, the fit of his tight T-shirt. You’d noticed him before, once or twice; he must live in the building to be using the gym but there were hundreds of people living here so that didn’t help much. He lifted heavy and kept to himself. That was really all you knew.
It distracted you somewhat from your victory, this guy. This nice guy who might actually have been normal. You turned back to the bar and tried to get back in the zone, remember just what you were doing. But that had been it. You were going to PR the fuck out of this lift and then stretch yourself into oblivion.
It was only when you were moving to the free area, walking past him, that you realised you hadn’t responded when he congratulated you.
“Thanks, by the way,” you said as you passed, timing it carefully so you wouldn’t take him by surprise with 20 kilos above his head.
He smiled again.
“You’re welcome. You’re not trying for more?”
He nodded to rack, where you’d put everything away. You shook your head.
“Quitting while I’m ahead.”
“Well, you really did make it look easy. I reckon you’ve got more in you.”
He meant with regards to deadlifting. He meant he thought you could probably take another five kilos, or maybe even ten, but it was exactly the sort of thing you needed to hear at that moment and a lump formed in your throat. It took you off-guard and you felt your cheeks heat. You just nodded and moved quickly to the floor where you put yourself in child’s pose to hide your face.
You focused on counting your breaths and moving slowly between stretches. You didn’t look his way again when you left. You returned home, sat heavily on your sofa and cried.
*
That had been your first interaction with Changbin. And for a while it was your only interaction. Your workouts didn’t overlap and you didn’t see him in the corridors.
Then you walked into the gym on a grey, cold November morning, barely awake and not looking forward to exercise. There were a few others there already: a much older man walking slowly on the treadmill, a very bendy woman working through some yoga on the mats, and that guy. The one from your deadlift PR.
You were pleased to see him, though you couldn’t have said why. He had, technically, made you cry. Even though it wasn’t anything at all to do with him and everything to do with your relationship falling apart around you and your self-worth being at rock bottom and your absolute desperate need for a win, even a tiny win, anything.
Still, it was nice to see him again.
You took to a treadmill to try to shake off your sleep and then moved slowly through an upper body workout. Everyone always said they hated leg day but you? You hated arms; you hated chest; you hated back and shoulders; you hated pushing and pulling. What you wouldn’t have given for squats that frosty morning.
You had just placed your dumbbell onto the floor with an unforgiving thud, setting your timer for a 30-second rest when he approached you.
“I’m so sorry to interrupt,” he began, and he did sound it, “do you have just a minute to spot me?”
You couldn’t answer immediately. You? He wanted you to spot him? He could probably bench you; how on earth would you be any good to him?
“Me?” you asked. “Are you... sure?”
He just looked towards the old man on the treadmill (yoga woman was already finished and out of the gym) and shrugged. You giggled and stood.
“I’ll do my best.”
“Thank you!”
You followed him to the squat rack and tried to do your quickest maths to calculate the weight he was attempting. You grimaced internally; that would break your fucking back. But you didn’t want to make him feel nervous or to knock any of his confidence, so you pretended you were confident, too, offering up your arms as he lodged himself beneath the bar. You kept your hands hovering as he stepped back, as he lowered, as he pushed up.... It was shaky and slow and you were genuinely worried for a second that you would have to really do something, but he made it. He took two steps forward, dumped the bar on the rack and let out a cry that was far too loud for the hour.
You laughed.
“PR?”
He grinned.
“You know it.”
“I wish I could say you made it look easy but...”
He laughed, properly laughed, and shook his head.
“Why are you trying to ruin this moment for me?”
You laughed in return and introduced yourself.
“I’m Miki.”
“Changbin,” he offered in return, holding his hand out for you to shake.
*
And that had been that. Somehow, though you didn’t quite know how, your workouts began to coincide more and more; you began to chat between sets; he continued to ask you to spot him despite knowing that you could do no such thing. Then one day you asked him to hang out outside the gym.
Now you couldn’t shake him. Even if you’d wanted to. Which you didn’t. Never had.
* * *
You could literally feel yourself salivate as you watched him lift and you could not believe yourself to be such a basic, animal being. Humans were supposed to be above all that ‘in heat’ stuff, but apparently you weren’t. You were watching him—leg day, beautiful leg day—deadlift, watching him hinge, watching the tension on his face, the pump in his quads.... You had officially crossed the line into creepy, but you couldn’t help it.
You were hot. Literally, physically too warm.
“Binnie!” you shouted, striding across the room to him. It had slipped out, the first time in two months you’d referred to him as something other than ‘Changbin’. You didn’t even notice.
He looked at you, confused.
“What are you doing here?”
“Couldn’t wait until tonight. I need to talk to you.”
“Is everything ok?”
You shrugged, as if this was casual. As if you were about to say something normal to him.
“Everything’s fine, but...” You scanned the room to make sure it was empty. “Look, I’m here to take you up on your offer.”
The confusion did not leave his face.
“Offer?”
You shrugged again.
“Favour, request, whatever. I want to have sex.”
His mouth dropped open and he blinked twice before his brows furrowed again.
“What?”
“You heard! I want to have sex!” You whispered it, hissed it even, despite the empty room. It was embarrassing to be asking.
“Ok,” Changbin shrugged.
You had been expecting a fight, you now realised. You had thought he would protest a little – not necessarily against the sex itself but the fact that he had already asked and you’d turned him down. You thought his ego might make him string it out a little, make you work for it.
“Ok, so are you finished here?”
There was the surprise you were after.
“Now?”
“Yes, now!”
“I’m- I’m at the gym!”
“So finish.”
“Well, I...”
“I’ll wait if you really haven’t finished your workout.”
Taken aback by the turn of events, Changbin looked a little dazed and nodded.
“I only have a couple of sets left,” he said and you nodded.
“Cool, I’ll wait for you upstairs. My place?”
He shrugged, looking as if he had no idea what the right answer was.
But it had to be your place. It had to be on your ground, not for a home advantage but... something like that. Somewhere you felt in control. Somewhere you felt comfortable. Somewhere you knew exactly what your bed was like and where the condoms were.
You decided to take the stairs, initially, because you had energy to burn. Then you realised that tiring yourself before the sex was an even stupider idea than the sex itself, so you opened the door at the top of the next flight of stairs and used the lift.
Bin: gonna shower. Be there in 15?
You: no come now.
Bin: ???
You: what?
Bin: I'm sweaty
You: so?
When he didn’t reply again, you assumed he was ignoring you and showering anyway, but then you heard the beep of your keypad and the door opened.
“Can I just ask,” he began, no greeting, “before we do this... What the fuck has got into you?”
“What?”
“You were not exactly up for it when I asked about it and now you’re skipping work to fuck me? You’re not even letting me shower?”
Your face heated with embarrassment, but the mere fact that you were asking for this gave the game away anyway, so was there really any shame in it?
“I’m ovulating,” you stated, as if that would explain it.
It would, to you. Possibly to anyone else who menstruated. Changbin looked at you wild-eyed.
“Uh...”
You saw his hands just barely raise at his sides, his right foot stepping backwards as if he were trying to surreptitiously retreat.
“I’m not trying to get pregnant, you moron! I’m ovulating and that means I am out of my fucking mind with- with wanting to get laid! I am desperate.”
“Well, you sure know how to make a man feel desired.”
“Oh, shut up. You know the situation we’re in and you said as much to me last time: there is no one else we can fuck right now, but if I don’t fuck someone, I’m going to lose my mind.”
“What happened to your arsenal of toys?”
“Not the same and you know it. I just need to be fucked right now. I am desperate; don’t make me say it again!”
You couldn’t help the impatience and frustration in your tone and you knew it wasn’t sexy, wasn’t encouraging, but there was nothing you could do about it. You were beyond help of any kind other than his cock stuffed inside you. It just happened to make you a little less nice.
“Don’t shout at me! It’s no wonder you’re single if this is how you proposition men!”
“This is not how I proposition men! You propositioned me first! I’m just taking you up on it!”
“Well I’m not going to do it if you’re going to look that fucking angry the whole time!”
“I’m not angry; I’m frustrated!”
“Potayto, po-fucking-tah-to!”
“Are we doing this or not?!”
Changbin didn’t answer immediately and you swore to yourself that, if he said no, you would be fine with it. You would not explode and die right there on the floor of your living room. And you would not hate him forever.
He jabbed a finger at you.
“We’re doing this but you have to not be a total cunt to me the whole time.”
You decided not to hesitate. You didn’t have the patience for taking it slow anyway but one of you had to be decisive; it would be awkward if there was hesitation and stumbling and embarrassment. He had just confirmed his agreement. He had said you were doing it. So you had to do it. Do the damn thing. You grabbed the front of his T-shirt and pulled him towards you, crashing your lips into his.
It was nothing like the first kiss. That was gentle and short and chaste and this was everything but. Before you’d snaked your tongue into his mouth, he had hoisted you in the air. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he carried you to the sofa and lay you down. He moaned when you sucked at his tongue and you moaned back, your hands already pulling his shirt up his chest.
His skin was damp and sticky with sweat, salty when you put your mouth on it. You didn’t care. You liked the soft animal of his body, liked its power, liked the way it was firm under your hands, unyielding. Liked the way he could so easily have his way with you if he wanted; it’s not like you were weak yourself but Changbin was stronger and you knew you couldn’t take him in a fight. You wanted that. You wanted all that used against you right now. Not to fight but to fuck. You wanted him to fuck you so hard, you couldn’t stand. You could already feel the intense ache in your core as it radiated heat. You needed to be touched. So badly. Now that it was actually happening, you couldn’t believe you had let yourself go so long without it.
“Binnie,” you panted, clutching the waistband of your trousers, shuffling them down, trying to discard them. “Binnie, touch me, please.”
He responded with a nip to the delicate skin of your neck and a hand sliding down your stomach.
“Fucking hell,” he breathed when his fingers found your wet slit. “You weren’t kidding.”
“What?”
“You are desperate.”
“Shut the fuck up, Changbin,” you spat, with perhaps too much bite.
His fingers withdrew and he leant up on his hands, looking down at you with his brows raised.
“You can’t ask me to touch you and then speak to me like that when I do.”
You rolled your eyes and gave him a simpering smile.
“Aw, does Binnie not like it when I’m not nice to him? Oh, poor Binnie,” you cooed in a baby voice. “Does Binnie like praise, huh? Want me to praise you?”
His face hardened but he didn’t tell you it was over, that if you were going to behave like that, he’d change his mind. He didn’t say anything and you knew it was because you were right but he didn’t want to tell you. That was one benefit of sleeping with someone you knew so well. You could read him. You didn’t need him to confirm.
But you also weren’t great at being nice. Praise was not a thing that came naturally to you. And he had said you weren’t allowed to be a total cunt to him. That was fair. You rolled your eyes.
“Fine, I’ll be nice,” you huffed. “Promise.”
It was Changbin who rolled his eyes then and looked as if he didn’t believe you but didn’t care either way. He lowered himself down and brought his lips to yours.
His kiss swallowed the loud sound you made when his fingers found their way south and made their entrance. It had been too long since someone else had got you off. Way too long. You knew it from the way your walls were already spasming, your muscles tightening, your breath catching.
“Harder,” you gasped when he let your mouth go. “Harder, faster, please.”
There was a minute pause in which he registered your instruction and then he complied, but it wasn’t enough.
“Seriously,” you continued. “You don’t have to be nice to me. I want more.”
His eyes met yours and when he raised his brows this time, your stomach swooped; it was dark and promising and there was something in his eyes that said he was going to give you everything you wanted.
He slid another finger inside you and drew back so he could focus his other hand on your swollen clit.
You couldn’t speak. You whimpered and keened and nodded; you clutched at Changbin’s arm and the sofa cushion; you arched your back and drew your feet in. You came with a loud cry and your body flopped backwards, your chest heaving as you got your breath back, your body shaking just a little.
“Thanks,” you panted.
Changbin laughed.
“You’re welcome.”
You pulled him closer, slipping a hand around the back of his neck to bring your face to his, to kiss him, hard, deep, indulgent.
“Where do you keep condoms?” he broke away to ask and your mind was still dazed enough that it took you a second. You shook your head, tried to clear it, and pointed into your bathroom. Changbin moved off you and you stumbled as you got to your feet. He was rising as if to go himself, but you waved him off, sat him back down.
The few steps between him and the bathroom gave you a second to catch your breath, to anticipate what was about to happen with a buzzing kind of glee wailing in your head (and elsewhere). You felt greedy. Insatiable. You wanted to take an entire box of condoms out there and use them all. You wanted to break yourself on him, break him, until there was nothing left of you but dust.
You took one foil packet from the box and returned to Changbin who was still standing next to the sofa, waiting for you. His black shorts hid the damp spots of pre-cum but couldn’t hide the tent of his erection. You felt your mouth water at the thought of it. An icy streak of doubt passed through you when you realised you’d never seen it before. Never had cause to give it any thought at all. What if it was disappointing?
Then Changbin dropped his shorts and his boxers, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding.
“Thank god,” you muttered under your breath, not intending for him to hear, but he cocked his head at you.
“For what?”
You snorted.
“Thank god you have a nice dick.”
He laughed and you could almost see his pride swell in the way he tucked his shoulders back and raised his head a little, the ever so slightly bashful grin that nevertheless carried a certain smugness. You had never known how he did that: vulnerability and arrogance at the same time. But then again, he was a Leo.
You wasted no more time. You pushed him back onto the sofa, tore open the condom packet, and rolled it down his length. You held his cock as you positioned yourself over him, making yourself sink slowly. Making yourself take him inch by inch not all at once, because you would never get this first time again and you wanted to savour it. You wanted to remember exactly how he felt, his girth stretching you in a way that bordered on but didn’t cause pain.
When he was fully sheathed, you sat your full weight on him and took his face in your hands. You kissed him, sloppy and wet and full of tongue, then slowly began to roll your hips. He groaned, squeezed at your glutes, tipped his head back and sighed.
“Fuck, you feel amazing.”
You nodded, but he had his eyes closed, and you remembered just exactly who it was you were dealing with.
“You, too,” you replied. You tucked your face into his neck and keened as you adjusted your angle. You didn’t really talk much, usually. Weren’t sure what to say. Knew you had to say something. You kissed his neck to buy some time, sucking a bruise into his soft skin, tasting the salty tang of his sweat. “Fuck, Binnie,” you whispered. “So good.”
Lame. But you didn’t have the headspace to dwell on it because it was so good. He fit you just right; you were tight and wet and hot and your legs trembled every time the head of his cock squeezed past your g-spot.
“I’m gonna flip you,” he grunted, having noticed it, feeling the clench in your walls with each pass.
Then without another second’s delay, he did, and you were on your back and he was drilling into you with hard, precise thrusts of his hips. You let your head tip back and your mouth hang open, just as he had only moments earlier.
“More,” you murmured as you felt you lose yourself to it. To him. To the pleasure of it all, the pressure building, coiling like a spring. This was exactly what you had wanted. Needed. The relief of it was breath-taking and that was before the orgasm hit you.
Then it slammed into you like a train on a track and you cried out. Your eyes squeezed shut and your muscles tensed hard and your cunt clenched tight around Changbin’s thick length. He grunted, he gasped, he cried out, too, spilling into the condom and letting the tension in his body go, just enough to relax, but not so much to crush you.
When you opened your eyes, stars danced in front of them, the ceiling of your apartment temporarily transformed into a night-sky kaleidoscope. You brushed the hair from Changbin’s face.
“Relax, Bin, you can’t crush me.”
He snorted lightly and let himself put his weight onto you.
Maybe he could crush you. But you could take it. For a moment at least.
“Thank you,” he said, his breath coming in heavy gasps, his stomach pushing against yours with each inhale.
You laughed breathily, your lungs buried under his weight, trapped.
“You’re welcome.”
He lifted his head and the look on his face was hesitant, possibly even a little shy, but you knew what he wanted because you wanted it too. You drew his face to yours and kissed him, soft and sweet, then a little less, then a little deeper, with a little more urgency, your tongue dancing with his, his teeth biting down on your lips, little moans escaping the both of you.
It lasted longer than you had intended. So long that you wanted to go again, that you’d recovered enough to want him some more, to want seconds and even thirds. The box of condoms in your bathroom cabinet sprung into your mind and your heart quickened.
“Hey,” you said quietly, holding his face back from yours so you could look in his eyes. “Do you want to do that again?”
It took a second for your words to register and he didn’t reply except to bring his lips to yours once more. He twisted his body so he could rest on his forearms above you, then he put his weight onto his left side, his right hand trailing down your body as he kissed you.
*
“Ok, now I really have to shower,” Changbin said, standing from the sofa with a long, tired groan.
“You can shower here if you want,” you said, twisting around to watch him get dressed.
He smiled but shook his head.
“No way. I’ve never known a single person who takes less care of their skin than you do. Your soap would strip me like paint thinner.”
You snorted and rolled your eyes.
“Whatever. My skin is just naturally soft.”
Changbin chuckled.
“You keep telling yourself that, babe.”
You rose, too, as he reached the door and, without realising it was happening, he turned with his hand on the doorknob and you kissed goodbye. It wasn’t until the door was shutting after him that you realised it had happened. Was that weird?
You didn’t have the energy for it. You showered quickly and flopped onto your sofa for an ill-advised, late-afternoon, post-coital nap.
* * *
The next morning, you woke late and rushed through your morning workout, your morning shower, your breakfast, and hurried out of the door to the office. You made yourself a coffee, logged into everything, and then sat staring blankly at your inbox.
You had sex with Changbin. Twice. You hadn’t given it enough thought yesterday—not after and certainly not before. But that was crossing a line, right? Sex changed things. You had put him off the first time because you thought it would make things weird, that it would be weird.
But it hadn’t been. It wasn’t awkward or embarrassing. It was good. So good you’d asked for it again. So good that you could still feel it in your body as you twisted vacantly from side to side on your chair. It had been good for him, too, right? He had been vocal (that much you had expected) but was that acting?
He had been a very convincing fake boyfriend so far. Maybe it had just been a continuation of the act.
Except it had been his idea. In the first place, anyway.
You could feel yourself getting tangled up in knots, so you had a stern word with yourself and set up blocks on your phone so that you might be able to focus better.
*
The frustrating thing about it was that you couldn’t talk to anyone. You couldn’t go to any of your friends and say ‘oh my god, I slept with Changbin’ because, as far as they were concerned, you’d been sleeping together for weeks—months!—now. It couldn’t be new, couldn’t be news.
You stopped at the shop on the way home for a bottle of wine, then you took it two floors beyond your apartment and let yourself in.
Changbin was on his sofa, shaking a protein drink in a plastic bottle. He looked surprised to see you.
“Look,” you began immediately, plonking the bottle onto the coffee table and retrieving two glasses from his kitchen cupboard. You placed these on the table and poured a generous glug of wine into each. “I have to talk to you and you are just going to have to go with it because I cannot talk to anyone else about this, alright?”
“Ok.”
You took a deep breath and blew it out sharply.
“I slept with Changbin.”
His eyes narrowed and he looked from side to side and back to you.
“Uh... You know I’m Changbin, right? That’s me.”
“Yes, I know!” you shouted, flinging your hands up, sloshing wine over the rim and onto your trousers. “But I can’t tell anyone else, can I? Because then they would know we haven’t been sleeping together! So you are the only person I can talk to! Just go with it.” Then, to let him know you actually really needed this, you added, “please.”
“Ok.”
“I slept with Changbin,” you repeated.
“Right,” he started, and you could tell he wasn’t quite sure what response was the right one. “Uh, how was it?”
“Honestly, really fucking good.”
He grinned, his proud ego shining through, and you slapped him hard on the arm.
“Shut up!” you hissed, even though he hadn’t said anything. “I’m saying it was good.”
“And that’s... bad?”
“No! ... I don’t know! I don’t know anything! Isn’t it weird? Why did we do it? Why wasn’t it weird?! Aren’t you confused?!”
Changbin looked away for a moment and thought it over.
“I’m not confused.”
“You aren’t?”
He shrugged.
“Should I be?”
“It doesn’t affect you at all that we slept together?”
“Does it affect you? Affect you how?”
“I don’t know!” you wailed.
“It’s like I said before, we’re pretending to be dating so we can’t sleep with anyone else. It’s, what did I call it? Stress relief.”
“You also said you were too horny to care if it was weird, but now we’ve had sex, so the... the pressure is gone, right? As in... We’ve had relief... Does that change things?”
He shrugged again and it lit a match of frustration within you.
“Changbin! For fuck’s sake, stop shrugging! Stop being so unbothered by this!”
“Why do you want me to be bothered?! It sounds like you want it to be weird, to come between us, or ruin our friendship or something!-”
“-Of course I don’t!”
“Then why are you here insisting things have to change?”
“I don’t know!”
A loud thumping from the apartment next door broke the tension and you both slumped back on the sofa. You would have to stop shouting if you were going to continue this conversation because Changbin had lived here long enough for you know that that was a polite warning call.
“If it’s made you feel uncomfortable, we don’t have to do it again,” Changbin said, his voice softer now, quieter.
“I’m not uncomfortable. I could never be uncomfortable with you. It just... I don’t know. Maybe I’m overthinking it. You’re right. It was just sex. And we’re just friends.”
“Exactly.”
“Ok.”
You drained your wine glass and re-filled it, putting your feet up on the table as Changbin switched on the TV. He took a minute selecting something to watch (opting for a youtube video on the best mechanics of the Romanian deadlift which was not as boring as it sounds) and, once it was playing, he picked up his wine glass and asked, without looking at you.
“But where does that leave us, exactly? Re: sex. Is it off the table?”
You took a minute to think about it. You didn’t want to say no. Because you knew what it was like now. You knew what you’d be missing. And, if he was right, then it wouldn’t change anything between you. You could have it all. But saying yes still felt like saying something. And you weren’t sure exactly what.
“It’s not off the table,” you answered quietly, your glass perched on your lips so you could take a drink as soon as the sentence ended. You took a gulp larger than you’d intended and tried not to choke.
“Ok, then.”
* * *
It was so not off the table. It was so on the table that it almost became a permanent fixture. It seemed silly not to. You couldn’t sleep with anyone else while you were pretending to date each other and the seal was well and truly broken. It didn’t feel as though you had anything to lose, not since it became clear that it didn’t change things between you.
If anything, it made things better.
It was as if a barrier that you hadn’t known existed between you had dissolved. Pretending to be his girlfriend was so much easier now. You’d always felt awkward about the physicality of it: having to hold his hand, make sure you were near him, the occasional jeering pressure to kiss in front of people as if you had something to prove to them. It was easy now because you’d touched far more than just his hands, kissed him in ways that would be indecent viewed by an audience.
“You guys seem good,” Chaeyong commented lightly from across the table.
You raised your eyebrows in surprise.
“Uh, we do?”
“When did we seem bad?” Changbin asked at the same time.
“Honestly, no one had any hope of the two of you making it,” Seungmin added. “You were always so weird with each other. We thought you might have broken up but didn’t want to tell people or something.”
You and Changbin exchanged a quick glance and you tried not to make it obvious when you gulped and found the inside of your lip between your teeth.
“You mean you think we were pretending to date?” Changbin asked, thoroughly convincing in his bemused scorn.
“Fuck knows! But something was going on, for sure.”
“But you seem normal now.” Chaeyoung smiled sweetly and she looked innocent but, truthfully, she had been your biggest concern: nothing got past her and you were worried that she was still unconvinced.
“Gee, thanks.”
Thank god for Changbin, who was unflappable in the face of his own deceptions.
“We’re saying we’re happy for you, idiots,” Seungmin offered with a withering glare before turning to his other side, where apparently the conversation was of greater interest.
You turned to Changbin with a slyly triumphant smile on your face, which he returned exactly. You didn’t stop yourself leaning forward to kiss him and he didn’t stop you either.
* * *
For the first few weeks of your ‘relationship’, you had genuinely spent time and effort trying to think of a way for the two of you to end it. None seemed satisfactory. You weren’t really an experienced liar (not to this extent) and they all seemed transparent, lame, obviously made-up. It was as if you had never experienced any sort of relationship before because you just couldn’t think of a reasonable way for you and Changbin to stop dating.
Frustrated by your lack of progress on the topic, you thought of it less and less often. Then you and Changbin started sleeping together and you stopped thinking about it altogether. This situation was working out quite nicely for the both of you. All the fun parts of a relationship with none of the drawbacks.
You were enjoying it so much, you were annoyed you hadn’t thought of it before. And it seemed like the feeling was mutual. Changbin hadn’t raised the topic of your break-up; he still called your pet names and kissed you in public.
You had been sure, when you first suggested it, that it would be a disaster. But your desperation to get one over on your sister had been just enough to override that worry. Now, you were certain it was the best idea you’d ever had, and you were very nearly grateful to Hani for forcing it.
“Hey,” Changbin said softly, catching your hand and dragging you away from the group.
It was summer and the river park was busy. You had amassed a greater group of people than you’d expected – word going around to friends of friends of friends – and your absence from it would not be noticed quickly.
Not that anyone would care if they did notice. You were a couple now; you were allowed to disappear by yourselves.
“Have you met Sakura?” he asked.
“Uh, yeah, Felix’s friend, right?”
He nodded.
“Yeah, I mean, we met today. I don’t know her. Why?”
“She asked me out.”
“What?! Doesn’t she know you have a girlfriend?”
It shouldn’t have bothered you. Because you weren’t his girlfriend, not really. You didn’t have any real claim to him. In fact, this should probably have happened before now, you told yourself. Changbin was a catch; he was hot and fun and kind and, frankly, anyone would be fucking lucky to have him.
But you had him. As far as anyone knew anyway. Hadn’t you literally been introduced to Sakura as his girlfriend earlier that day? Where the fuck did she get off asking out your boyfriend?
Changbin shrugged again and you felt your hackles raise.
“I guess she forgot? I don’t know.”
“Well, why are you bringing it up to me? Obviously you said no.”
“I said no.”
“So why bother telling me? Are you saying you want to go out with her?”
“I was just checking whether or not I’d ever be allowed to go out with anyone again. Y’know, if you were ever going to end this thing like you promised you would months ago?”
You started. He hadn’t brought that up for ages. You hadn’t thought about it. You felt strongly that you should not admit to not having thought about it.
“Of course, I’m going to end it,” you hissed. “Want me to do it right now so you can go over and tell Sakura you’ve changed your mind?”
“Don’t overreact, Miki. This was always going to end. You specifically promised me that it would, in fact.”
“And it will! I actually thought we were both ok with things as they were, since we’re both getting something from it, but fine. I’ll have your break-up ready for you tomorrow.”
You didn’t wait for a response. You stalked off, too angry to notice that you were leaving your phone and your bag and everything else in the park. Too angry to turn back when you did notice. You walked, with heavy, angry footsteps, for a mile or two in the direction of your apartment which was still several miles away. Then you stopped and stood and didn’t know what to do. Your heart was still pounding, your breath coming heavily because you did not commit yourself to cardio in the way you did to lifting, and you were still shaky with anger.
You could not turn back. The horror of the embarrassment you would feel having to return after storming off was too strong. But you couldn’t walk all the way home. You weren’t even sure exactly which way to go, having never done the journey fully on foot before. You were stranded. You knew your only option was the river. But you decided you would rather die than go back there. You would rather sleep on the street than show your face.
You continued to stand there, waiting for your anger to fade, to be replaced by worry and, yes, embarrassment. You tried to guess what time everyone would start leaving. It was still light (such was the curse of the summer months) so it was entirely possible that some would stay late into the evening, the night even. You couldn’t stand out on the street for that long.
“Hey.”
You whipped around at the sound of his voice. He was five feet away.
“What do you want?”
You could see him biting his tongue, being the bigger person.
“Thought you might you need this,” Changbin said, holding out your bag.
“Whatever,” you replied, neither turning away nor reaching out for it.
“Well, if you don’t want it...”
He went to turn, to walk back the way he had come, but you snatched your bag from his hand. Before he could react, you put your feet to asphalt, as quickly as you could without running.
“You’re fucking welcome!” he shouted after you.
You were seething again, your stomach roiling, your blood boiling, sweat pricking in your hair. You walked to the nearest subway station in a kind of red haze, barely aware of your surroundings, cognisant only of your own body and its rage.
*
He didn’t call you the next day.
Or the next day.
Or the one after that.
You wondered if that was it. If that would do it. Break you up. Was it already over? The thought pained you, but you were still angry with him. He had pulled you aside to tell you that another woman was interested in him; he had suggested he was interested in her. But he was supposed to be yours.
He wasn’t yours. You repeated it to yourself, knowing that it should help, that it should make it not hurt, that it should make you not angry with him, that it was the truth. But it didn’t work. You couldn’t make it go away.
He didn’t call you for a full week and you were scowling at lunch with your sister and her husband, your parents, too. Chan asked if he could speak with you. It shook you from your sour stupor and you followed him without hesitation.
“So what’s up with you and Changbin?” he asked, casually, as if he weren’t kicking a hornet’s nest.
“Nothing,” came your sullen reply.
“Ok... So what’s up with you and Changbin?”
You scowled some more and kept your mouth shut.
“There’s obviously something going on between the two of you, and he won’t tell me what it is so I’m asking you. It sucks to see you two like this. You know how happy Hani and I were about you two getting together....”
If you hadn’t been so self-indulgent with your week-long bad mood, you might have sensed his tone, caught the micro-expressions on his face that were giving you an opening. But you had been self-indulgent, so you missed them all.
“If he won’t tell you, I don’t see why I should.”
“You don’t have to tell me anything, but I thought I would ask you myself before I tell your sister.”
He had your full attention now.
“What do you mean tell my sister?”
“I mean tell her that I’m worried that something has happened between the two of you. You’re fighting or not speaking or somethin-”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I know both of you? Changbin has been out of sorts all week and you have barely touched your food, barely uttered a word except to be as horrible to your sister as you’ve ever been.”
Chan never told you off. He never told anyone off. You felt chastened and shamed but that only fuelled your anger.
“Fine, I’ll go.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“I’m clearly not wanted here if I’m so horrible to your precious, little wife-” You saw the way his jaw clenched and you knew that he would kick you out himself if you said much more; it felt good, pushing that button. Made you feel like you had a little bit of control, a little bit of power. “As if I ever gave a shit about her anyway. I only come to these stupid lunches because my parents make me. I hate coming. I hate Hani. I hate you. And I fucking hate Changbin!”
Chan said nothing. He looked at you with dark, furious eyes and took hold of your elbow. He escorted you carefully to the front door, waited while you put on your shoes, handed you your things, and shut the door firmly behind you.
You wished you could scream. You immediately ordered a taxi and waited impatiently until you got home. Then you picked up your pillow, pressed it to your face and let rip. You raged until your head hurt and then you fell asleep on your sofa, waking in the small hours of the morning with a sore neck. You climbed into your bed and tossed and turned. You did not sleep. You refused to get up.
When the sun was high in the sky and streaming into your apartment, there came a knock on the door. You thought for five seconds about ignoring it because you weren’t expecting and didn’t want to see anyone. Then you got up to answer it anyway.
“So apparently you hate me,” he said in greeting.
Changbin stood at your door. He didn’t let himself in. He knocked. He waited for you to open it.
Then he said that, and you bit back before you could stop yourself.
“Isn’t the feeling mutual?”
Changbin sighed. Rolled his eyes.
“Ok, let me know when you’ll stop being a cunt and maybe I’ll try again.”
He walked away and you let him.
* * *
You kept waiting for him to come again. He didn’t. You waited for him to call or text. He didn’t. As time went on, you had assumed you would care less, get over it, stop being bothered by it. You didn’t.
It had started to hurt. It began as a needling kind of pain, sharp but small. Then it began to grow and now you woke with a hole in your chest and bitterness in your heart.
You thought about him all the time. What he must be telling people. You had refused to talk to anyone about it, refused to go out, shut yourself up in your poky apartment waiting for it all to go away.
It didn’t.
There was a knock on your door and you jumped, because it had to be Changbin. Because who else could get into the building?
Your body physically withered at the sight of your sister.
“How did you get in here?” you asked.
“I know your building code, Miki. I know your door code, too, but I didn’t want to just barge in.”
“Why not? You love barging in. You love poking your nose in where it’s not welcome.”
Hani did not reply. She sat on your coffee table and gestured for you to take a seat opposite her on your sofa.
“What do you want?”
“I came to see if you wanted to talk about it.”
“Talk about what?”
Hani closed her eyes briefly and you knew she was rolling them beneath her lids. She was too polite to just do it outwardly, even though it was obvious how she felt.
“You and Changbin haven’t been speaking much, huh?”
“Fuck off, Hani.”
“I know he misses you.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“I’m married to his best friend, M-”
“I’m his best friend!”
“Ok, ok, I’m married to one of his very close friends. Chan says he’s miserable and I know you are, too.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“I don’t know much, I’ll admit that, but that’s because you don’t tell me anything. Have you ever considered that I’d be less ‘fucking annoying’ if you ever let me in? If you ever volunteered information about yourself and your life? I don’t like being the person you think I am. I know you think I’m hen-pecking you, I’m a nag, I’m just like Mum and all the much less kind things you’ve said. But I’m not. You just think I am because you take every question as an attack; you think every inquiry is an interrogation.
“You are the spikiest person I’ve ever met and the reason I was pushing the boyfriend thing with you is because you’ve got worse since you and-”
“Don’t say his name-”
“... Since the break-up. You were spiky before but now you’re mean and you’re bitter and miserable. And I know you want to be happy, so I pushed it. And then you got with Changbin and I was so happy. You were so happy. Now you’re going to ruin it all by being your-.”
“That’s why I think you’re a cunt,” you interrupted. “I’m going to ruin my relationship by being myself? Thanks a fucking bunch.”
“I was going to say you’re going to ruin it by being your worst self. Your scared self. Your angry, short-tempered self that lashes out at people. You have a soft centre, Miki, but you also have a moat full of spikes and a portcullis. You have thorns and a dragon guarding you.
“But I saw the way you looked at Changbin and I haven’t seen you look like that for a long time. Even towards the end of your last relationship, you’d lost it. But you had it back. And I don’t want you to throw it away.”
You didn’t reply because you didn’t have anything to say. You couldn’t argue with the truth, but you weren’t going to tell her she was right. You couldn’t take it.
You’d spent your whole life feeling like the fuck up, the first pancake, compared to Hanbyeol and her ability to get everything right. She had one boyfriend before she went to university and they were sweet and innocent and didn’t even sleep together. Then she met Chan on her first day at university and they’d been together ever since. She graduated with a perfect degree and got a good job on a good career path and has been walking it ever since.
You slept with your first boyfriend at the age of 15 and he promptly dumped you. You spent four years on an art degree that went fucking nowhere and did nothing for you. You’d had jobs and quit jobs and been fired from jobs; you’d dated and had partners and dumped them and been dumped by them. Nothing stuck.
“You don’t know anything,” you mumbled sullenly back, your fire extinguished.
“I would if you told me.” But she wasn’t chastising, wasn’t telling you off. She was just saying it, softly, gently now.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“That’s ok. You don’t have to talk about it with me if you don’t want. But you should talk to Changbin. He really does miss you. And I really don’t want you to miss out on what you had with him because you’re afraid or being stubborn. Sometimes you have to meet people halfway, Miki; it’s not fair to make him come to you every time.”
She stood and left your apartment without another word. Your bottom lip wobbled.
Was it too late?
*
You didn’t know where to start. How to start. What to do. Who to turn to. The only person you could talk about this with was Changbin because he was the only person who knew the truth. It wasn’t even a matter of your pride anymore; it would have felt like a betrayal to reveal the secret to anyone else. But you couldn’t just go to Changin, half-cocked, with nothing in your head but a jumble of half-formed sentences and no idea what you really wanted.
You let another week go by.
*
The gym felt stuffy. You were sure the aircon wasn’t working properly because it should not have been that warm in there, even if it was over 30 degrees outside. You were dripping with sweat and looking around, praying for chalk so you could dry your hands properly. You had given up on the barbell because you didn’t think you’d be able to grip it with such wet hands. You were miserable and grumpy, and the workout sucked.
Then Changbin walked in.
You felt sick. Your first instinct was to hide, but there was nowhere to hide. And he’d already seen you. Your eyes caught and he slowed to a stop, just looking at you. You had to make the first move. You knew you had to.
You stood from the bench and walked towards him, crossing your heart and hoping to die that he wouldn’t walk away.
“Hi,” you said, your voice small.
“Hi,” he returned.
You could barely look him in the eye. You hadn’t prepared for this.
“It’s pretty unbearable in here, right now. I think the aircon is broken,” you offered, cursing yourself all the while.
Changbin seemed surprised and he nodded with a small ‘oh’.
“I think I’ll be fine,” he said. “I wasn’t planning to be long anyway.”
“Right. Yeah. Ok.”
It was tugging at your heart, this need to say something, this inability to do so.
Changbin waited only a few more seconds and then he pointed beyond you and began to move away.
“Wait!”
He stopped.
“I... can we talk? Sometime. Not now. Later. I don’t know. I- I... We should talk.”
You kept your eyes trained on the ground and could feel his gaze on you. He answered slowly.
“Yeah, ok. Text me or something.”
You nodded and scarpered, workout unfinished, but you reached the lift and breathed a sigh of relief. Had that been so bad? You’d survived. You were still in one piece. And he’d agreed to talk to you.
Part of you wanted to go back and tell him, actually, it has to be now. You wanted to get it over with. Another part of you wanted it to never happen. You still didn’t know what you would say to him.
*
You stood, nervously, outside his apartment, waiting for your courage to build to a sufficient level for you to knock on his door. It was taking its sweet time. You weren’t sure if it would ever get there. Your palms were sweaty, the backs of your knees, too. You realised the last time you were this nervous to speak to someone was the day your last relationship ended and you stood outside your shared apartment, waiting for the courage to go in and end it. Have it ended for you. Not by you. You had certainly never been this nervous with Changbin: not the first time you went to your sister’s pretending to be together, not the first time you had sex. You had always felt comfortable with him.
Now you didn’t. And that was on you.
You closed your eyes, gritted your teeth, and knocked. The door opened almost instantly.
“Oh. Hi. That was quick.”
“I know; you’ve been out there for ages. I’ve been standing here waiting for you to knock.”
“Oh.”
Your face flamed so hot, it made your eyes sting. Changbin stood back and gestured you into his apartment. You waited for him to sit on the sofa and then you took your place on the floor, just off to the side. Somehow, you didn’t feel like you could sit equally next to him. You had apologies to make, grovelling to do.
Changbin waited.
“I’m sorry,” you offered first. The easiest thing to say because it covered all manner of your sins.
“What for?”
Less easy.
“Everything,” you choked. “For making you pretend to be my boyfriend, for not breaking us up, for my short temper and impatience, for overreacting to the Sakura thing, for not speaking to you. All of it, really.”
You heard him take a deep breath but didn’t dare look at him. The silence felt stiff. You couldn’t say anything more even if you’d wanted to. You needed to know what his response was first.
He sighed.
“They’re not the things I want you to be sorry for... I suppose I should apologise, too.”
“What for?”
You were struggling with the silence. If there was one word that could never describe you or Changbin, it was ‘quiet.’ You would have needed more hands to be able to count on fingers the number of noise complaints he’d received from his neighbours. It was never like this between the two of you. It was never awkward like this.
“I don’t want to say it,” he said eventually. “I feel like shit and I don’t want to say it because I’ll feel even more like shit.”
“I don’t want you to feel like shit.”
“That’s how you’ve been treating me.”
Tears pricked in your eyes and you did your best to swallow the anger that was rising with them. Your temper was the reason you were in this mess; it could not get you out of it. But Changbin continued before you could find a word to say.
“I got it wrong, obviously. I thought it was going somewhere. Not at first, obviously. But something had changed and I thought, ok, maybe something is happening now. Maybe this... Maybe this could be real. Then it went on longer and longer and I realised how stupid I was to think that. Because you didn’t want anything more. That was clear. That was really clear and I should have seen it long before I did.”
He sighed heavily and fell back against the sofa cushions. You risked a peek and saw him contemplate the ceiling.
“I made the Sakura thing up.”
“What?”
“I made it up. Of course she didn’t ask me out! She had been introduced to us together. You were introduced as my girlfriend; why would she have then tried something? I just had to see how you’d react. I wanted to... test, I suppose, how you felt.”
You took your time speaking because you could feel your rage simmering in your gut. You were trying so hard not to be angry, not to react. But he’d lied to you. Manipulated you. This was his fault and all this time you thought it was yours? Why would he do that?
“Are you going to fucking say anything, Miki?”
‘Yes,’ you thought, ‘just as soon as I can stop seeing red.’
“I don’t understand.”
The words were sharp in your throat, painfully clawing their way out. You could feel Changbin’s patience ebbing away, too, and the whole situation was as if you were dancing on a tightrope. You had thought it would be easy to straighten out: an apology, some reluctant forgiveness, a few jokes and things would be back to normal. Guess not.
“It made me feel used.”
His confession was small. Small and quiet so you knew it was real, that he wasn’t after a reaction or a fight. He was just telling you the truth.
“Used?”
“I was up for it, at first. I agreed, I didn’t have to but I did. I signed up for it. I know that. Pretending to be your boyfriend was fun to start with. Making you squirm. Though, to be honest, it wasn’t fun that you were so... disgusted by the idea of us being together. The way you flinched every time I touched you or looked nauseated half the time at the thought of us so much as kissing. That wasn’t exactly a balm to my ego. But I could take it. And you got used to it, I thought. Got less disgusted.
“Then we started having sex and things changed. You changed. And I didn’t really know what it meant but I know you well enough that I knew not to push too hard. I guess I thought, at some point, you would come out and say it. But you didn’t. At all. Things carried on exactly as they were and I realised that’s what you wanted. You didn’t want me for anything more. You wanted to have sex and pretend we were together but you didn’t want to be together. You didn’t want me. You just wanted me to keep up your pretence to get one over on your sister; you wanted the convenience of, I don’t even know what. It was like you liked the idea of being with me but not the reality of it. And I got sick of it, ok?
“That’s what made me feel like shit. That’s what made me feel used. And I know you; I knew you were never going to talk to me about it. So I made up the Sakura thing. I wanted a reaction from you. I wanted to see if you gave a shit at all.”
You wanted him to continue, to say things so that you didn’t have to. Because you did give a shit. You were incensed that Sakura dared to ask him out. You were angry with him because you felt like he wanted to go out with her. You felt betrayed by it. Abandoned. Rejected. Surely that had been obvious by your reaction. Surely you didn’t have to say that now?
Though you still weren’t sure what it meant. Hearing Changbin spell it all out like that: his hurt, the word ‘disgusted’, his hope, your inability to communicate being thrown in your face when you had hoped it was a secret. You didn’t want him to see you like that: inept and selfish and inconsiderate. Used. You had used him. Your first instinct had been to kick back at that, deny it vociferously, scream at Changbin and call him every name under the sun, storm out.
But you weren’t doing that anymore. You weren’t going to let your temper ruin this. Again.
Or you were trying.
“Obviously I give a shit,” you said sullenly, a little sulkily despite your best efforts.
“I don’t know.”
“How can you say that you don’t know? Don’t you know me?”
“Yeah, I know you but I’m really beginning to see the limits of my knowledge. I can’t know everything, Miki. I can’t read your mind. Sometimes you have to say things. Sometimes you have to say things even if the other person already knows them! Things need to be said. They need to be heard.”
“What things?”
“I don’t believe you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You could hear your voice rising but couldn’t stop it.
“Yes, you do!” His was rising, too. “You know exactly what I’m saying and you know what I want you to say but you won’t say it and that’s the fucking problem, isn’t it?”
You opened your mouth to argue back but he got in first.
“Or you really, actually don’t know what I’m talking about and that, in itself, is a problem. Either way, you need to figure it out.”
His tone was final. Conclusive. Dismissive. But you had only just got started so you weren’t going to leave just yet.
“Why do I have to figure it out?”
“Because it’s your problem!”
“No, it’s not! You’re the one who lied about Sakura! You made this mess!”
Changbin got to his feet.
“I made this mess? This entire thing was your idea! I have followed your lead the entire time and you have led me down a fucking merry path! Do you kn-”
“I’ve been leading?! You’re the one who suggested we have sex!”
“You’re the one who took me up on it! And I’d never have suggested it if we weren’t trapped in a situation of your making!”
“You didn’t have to go along with it!”
“You asked me to! You’re my friend! Friends do each other favours! Of course I was going to say yes!”
“I didn’t force you to!”
“Friendship forced me, you idiot! But I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that you don’t understand that.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
You were interrupted by a knock at the door. Changbin answered and it was building security, here to offer up yet another warning regarding the noise. Changbin apologised, promised to keep it down and returned to the sofa.
“Ball’s in your court,” he told you. “It’s up to you.”
“What’s up to me?”
You made the mistake of looking up at him and his glare could have turned you to stone.
“Don’t act stupid, Miki. You figure it out.”
You wanted to argue. You wanted to have this out right here, right now. Arguing cleared the air. You had been getting somewhere before his pathetic, meddling neighbours had gone and complained about the noise. Maybe you should have made him come to you; your neighbours had never complained, never even made a peep. Maybe you should have gone somewhere open – the park, the river, somewhere you could shout at each other amongst all the noise of the city.
You didn’t want to leave.
“Will you just go?” he asked, impatience ringing clear as a bell through his tone.
You bit the inside of your lip to stop yourself saying no. Then you let it go.
“No. I’m not leaving.”
“I don’t have anything more to say to you.”
“Well maybe I have things to say to you!”
“Do you?”
Yes. No. Maybe. They were there somewhere, the words you wanted to say, the words he wanted to hear. You knew they were there, germinating somewhere deep and dark and bloody. You weren’t ready for them to sprout, to grow, to bloom.
“Miki, I don’t want to ask you again. Please leave.”
When you remained sitting on the floor, he sighed and turned the TV on; he watched and didn’t look your way. He kept watching and didn’t glance down even once.
You knew you weren’t going to say anything but leaving felt like defeat. It felt like walking away. It was walking away. You didn’t want to walk away from Changbin.
You had no choice but to.
* * *
“Can I talk to you?” Chan asked, the following Sunday.
You didn’t get the sense this time that you were in trouble, but you knew you would deserve it if you were.
“I wanted to apologise,” he began and you started.
“You want to apologise to me?”
“Yes. I should have known better than to ask you so directly about you and Changbin. I just didn’t know how to tiptoe around it and, to be honest, I was kind of worried about Changbin; I was thinking of him, not you. So I’m sorry for pushing it.”
No wonder Hani fell in love with him.
“You don’t have to apologise to me, Chan. I should be apologising to you. I was rude; you were just being nice. I appreciate it, actually, that you came to me yourself before siccing my sister on me. I didn’t mean what I said.”
“I know you didn’t.”
“Did you tell Hani I said it?”
He chuckled.
“No, of course not.”
“Good.” You paused. “Thank you. And I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok. Air cleared. We’re all good. But... can I ask now about you and Changbin? He said you talked.”
“Then you probably know everything already.”
His eyebrow quirked and you weren’t too angry to miss it this time.
“What?” you asked.
“I don’t think I know everything.”
“Enough.” You shrugged. “He says the ball’s in my court, but I don’t know what to do with it.”
“Don’t you?”
You could feel your conversation with Changbin started to repeat itself.
No, you did not know what to do with the ball and you were getting pretty tired of holding it. It was Changbin. Your Binnie. Not your Binnie. Just Binnie. He was your friend, your best friend. He was your fake boyfriend because your sister had bugged you just one too many times about it. He was your friend-with-benefits because you couldn’t both keep the lie going and sleep with anyone else. He was...
He had said he felt used. You hadn’t felt like you were using him. Or maybe you thought you were using each other, in which case it was fine. You were both benefiting, weren’t you? You got all the perks of a relationship with none of the obligations. It was ideal. It was really the perfect situation. You had thought.
Changbin obviously didn’t feel the same. You kept running it through your head, the things he had said:
“I thought it was going somewhere.”
“Something was happening.”
“Maybe this could be real.”
It wasn’t real. That was the whole point. It wasn’t supposed to be real.
But your anger when Changbin lied about Sakura was real. The sense of betrayal you felt. The abandonment.
Your comfort with him was real. The ease you felt in his company. The joy and contentment in just lounging around together, with no pressure to be anything other than who and what you were.
Your pleasure was real, once you started sleeping together. The literally toe-curling, hair-raising, blood-curdling ecstasy he ripped out of you. Gave to you. The soft sweetness of his kisses and the unyielding strength of his body; his smooth, golden skin, and curly, black hair. The noises you’d never heard him make before that you could now conjure up whenever you liked, that echoed in your dreams. All of that was real. It was more than real; it was animal. It was pure. It was mindless and easy and natural.
Natural, too, it became when you kissed outside of the bedroom. When you leant into him and he pulled you close with his arm around your shoulder. When he held your hand. When he placed a protective hand on your back on the subway, in a bar queue, just letting you know he was there. He was there for you.
He was right that you’d felt awkward at first. That you hated the pet names and the embarrassment that came with them. You hated him for being mischievous and jeopardising the whole operation by testing your non-existent acting skills. You weren’t sure when that feeling stopped. You were sure it was before you slept together but then you remembered the watershed that occurred afterwards.
An invisible wall between you had disappeared; a veil had been lifted. It was as if all your interactions with Changbin before that moment had been happening behind a barrier. You were holding hands through the holes of a fence, one of you on either side of it. You were clinging to each other from far away.
Then suddenly, you weren’t. You were on the same side of the fence. You were not just close but united. Joined. One.
It hurt your heart to think about it. It hurt so much. It hurt like a break-up. It hurt like heartbreak.
So you knew the answers. The answer. But you didn’t want to.
You looked up at Chan, the inside of your lip torn to shreds. You shrugged.
“I don’t know what to do,” you said, and it came out tight and choked, tears you hadn’t realised were there stinging in your eyes.
Chan pulled you into his arms for a hug and, on any other day, you’d have shoved him off, but it came as a relief. You leant into him and wrapped your arms around his waist.
“You’re a good brother,” you said quietly, trying not to sniffle. “I’m glad Hani married you.”
“Thanks, Miki. That really means a lot to me, you know.”
He rubbed your back and you felt like the world’s most pathetic loser, and sickeningly grateful for Chan at that moment.
“You and Bin can work it out, I promise.”
You could only hope that was true.
* * *
You sat with the answer for longer than you should have. You should have taken it to Changbin as soon as you knew the truth. You even knew what was stopping you. But that knowledge wasn’t helping you get past it.
You lay on your sofa, rotting, hoping to decay to the point that your decomposing body could leak into the cushions and you could become one with it. You stared at your ceiling. You were putting it off. You didn’t want to do it, but doing anything else felt like defeat, felt like shirking your responsibility, felt like running away. So you just lay and stared and waited for something to make you move.
The longer you left it, the harder it would be. The longer you left it, the less likely it was that Changbin would respond how you wanted him to. Because you were leaving him hanging. Stringing him along—you had been stringing him along, however unwittingly, for weeks now. That wasn’t fair and he had every right to be angry, to dislike you, to not want anything more. To have changed his mind.
God, you hoped he hadn’t changed his mind.
You could scarcely believe that it had been three weeks now that you’d not been speaking. Three weeks with just one argument between you. No wonder it felt like a break-up. Your relationship might technically have been fake, but you had dug deep enough to realise that your feelings weren’t.
You cringed to yourself. You hated that. You hated thinking about your feelings. You hated that they existed. You hated that they hurt so much, all the time. You hated how much you missed him, how scared you were to lose him.
That was enough, you’d decided. It hit you over the head, your oldest friend, impatience. You had had enough of this, you said to yourself. Rip the fucking plaster off and, if you bled all over the floor, so be it. At least maybe you’d bleed to death.
You took the stairs to Changbin’s floor and hammered on his door. No answer. You let yourself in, using his door code.
“Binnie?”
The apartment was empty.
Not wanting to lose any momentum, not wanting either to give him any notice, to initiate any contact that might psych you out or knock you off-course, you decided to head to the gym. It was as likely a place for him to be as any.
You were right. He was on the floor, stretching, when you entered. That was good; that meant he had finished. Also good: the gym was empty but for the two of you.
You strode over and sat next to him. You placed your hand on his arm. You knew what you had to tell him but hadn’t quite picked the words. They were never your strong suit. He turned to look at you, his face an open question, and shuffled into a more comfortable position.
The words didn’t come but the impulse did. You leant forward and kissed him. Tentative, hesitant, light. The second seemed to stretch forever; you were desperate for it to end and dying for it not to. Your heart was pounding so hard, you could hear it in your ears. Your body was flushing warm, running hot and you could feel the heat from him, too, though you knew his wasn’t anything to do with you.
The second finally ended and you pulled back, but only barely, just enough to see his eyes, usually so intense but, at this moment, open, sparkling, asking.
You kissed him again. You hadn’t meant to; it happened without your say so. This time, he responded. You felt his lips move against yours, his head turn so they slotted together, so he could run his tongue over your bottom lip. You moved your hands into his hair, damp with sweat, curling at the edges of his face.
“Binnie,” you whispered, when his lips left yours a second time.
“Miki,” he returned.
“I want to tell you-”
He interrupted you with his mouth on yours again. You made a noise of protest, but it was weak and you didn’t follow through because it had hit you, how much you missed this. How much you wanted it. How much you had liked it at the time and not allowed yourself to notice.
You had to be closer to him. You shuffled on your knees and sat yourself in his lap; he pulled you to his body until his sweat soaked through your shirt. Your mouth journeyed across his face, to his jaw, walking a trail down his neck, kissing wet drops of sweat from his skin.
“Miki...”
“Binnie...”
Your mouth reversed its travels and you sucked his bottom lip between yours, sank your teeth into it gently and then not so gently. The groan he made, deep in his chest, lit you up on the inside, burning hot now, your own sweat starting to prickle on your skin.
Before you lost your mind completely to the heat and the haze, you pulled back. You pressed your forehead against his and took a second to get your breath back, breath you hadn’t noticed he had taken.
“I need to tell you,” you repeated. “I have to tell you things.”
You felt him nod against you.
“Ok, you can tell me.”
“I’m sorry.”
It wasn’t the thing you wanted to start with. You wished you could have said it all without having to apologise. But you’d done things that you were sorry for and he had to know.
“I’m sorry I’m so stupid and I’m sorry I used you and I’m sorry I don’t know how to be honest with you and I’m sorry I don’t know how to feel things and I’m sorry I shouted at you and was a dick to you and said I hated you. I’m sorry I did all this stupid shit. I’m sorry I didn’t notice. I'm sorry I didn’t realise. I’m sorry I didn’t speak to you. I’m sorry for all of it.”
His lips were back before you had even closed your mouth. You pushed against his chest with your hands.
“Stop kissing me! I have to say stuff!”
“I know, but I have stuff to say, too, and I want to say it like this,” he replied, pausing between each clause to press his mouth against yours, staying so close that you could feel his lips move as he spoke.
“You said I had to go first,” you reminded him. “Let me go first.”
He huffed but leant back a little and you did the same, the air between you clearing just enough for you to remember how nervous you were, how terrified, even though he’d just been kissing you, even though you sat in his lap with his arms around you.
“It started out not being real,” you began. “It really wasn’t real and I intended for it to never be real because I just wanted Hani to leave me alone and I was going to end it. I swear. I was racking my brain trying to come up with a good solution. Especially because you were being so annoying! I thought you wanted it to fail because you were winding me up so much. And you were right, I fucking flinched and I hated it; it made me so uncomfortable because it was so weird to have you doing that. We didn’t do that!
“Then you kissed me on the subway and it was... nice. And then horrible because it shouldn’t have been nice! And then we had sex and it was... more than nice. And I... I didn’t want to break us up anymore because I liked how it was. I kept saying to myself that we had all of the perks of a real relationship with none of the drawbacks but what I really meant, though I didn’t know it, was that I had all the security of a relationship with none of the risk.
“I didn’t want to risk it. Having feelings. Going there. With you, especially. Not because—not because I d--... Not... It was you, Binnie. You were my best friend. I trust you with everything. You know all of my stupid secrets; you’ve seen me throw up on the street; you gave me food poisoning so bad I literally shit myself in your doorway; it’s you--”
“Can I make a recommendation?”
“What?”
“Maybe don’t talk about shitting yourself while you’re trying to confess your undying love for me?”
You slapped him hard on the arm.
“Shut the fuck up! I’m being fucking vulnerable here, you prick!”
He laughed and you let him kiss you, just a little, just long enough for the flash of your annoyance to fade.
“My point is,” you continued, pushing back against him, “that if you didn’t want me, who the fuck would? You are the person who could... You’re the person who could hurt me the most. Out of anyone. Out of everyone. If I didn’t have you, if you said no, if I fucked things up, who would I have? I didn’t want to lose you.”
“So you kept me at arm’s length and pushed me away and didn’t speak to me for weeks.”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
Shame flamed on your cheeks. It swallowed your voice, made your throat tight and your eyes sting. You dropped your gaze, focusing on your hand around his bicep, your ragged thumbnail that you had chewed to bits. You watched it raise and lower as Changbin shrugged.
“It’s ok. I did it, too. I could have brought it up. But I didn’t. Because, honestly, I knew it would go badly and I thought it would be easier to fight than talk about it. I thought you would find it easier if I pushed you to be angry rather than pushing you to be... open. I thought if you really felt anything, it would come out in an argument. That wasn’t fair of-”
“No, that is pretty much right on the money. You’re right. It’s so much easier to be angry with you than... than this.”
“Are you still angry?”
You shook your head. You were as far from angry as you’d ever been.
“Are you still angry with me?” you countered, swallowing hard.
“No.”
A sigh of relief.
“Tell me, then,” he whispered, his lips moving against yours in anticipation of a kiss.
“Tell you what?”
“What you want.”
And it came out easily.
“You.”
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let's fall in love for the night // colby brock
A/N: wow, this fic felt like it took a decade to write. and fun fact, after finally finishing it (editing wise), come to find out it's one of my longest fics. not the longest, but one of them. so now it makes sense. so, the inspo for this fic is the song, and i hear it all the time at work. i love it a lot, and thought it was a good fic idea. hopefully that translate well. it's not a direct interpretation of the song, it's more just a couple of the lyrics at the beginning and end and the rest is vaguely related to the song. sorry this one doesn't have an outright happy ending, but i promise the next fic will be. please let me know what you think, and i'll see yall later :)
inspired by the song "Let's Fall in Love for the Night" by Finneas
prompt: it was simple idea: act like the two of you were dating for one night. what possibly could go wrong in just a couple hours? || colby brock x fem!reader
trigger warnings: light smut (but no sex), pretend dating, angst, possible happy ending (but still heartbreaking), club scenes/partying, drinking, romantic moments, super cheesy at times, fluff, cursing??
word count: 5590
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Let's fall in love for the night / And forget in the morning
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It started out as a silly joke - "let's pretend to date for a night". You were the one that brought it up, but immediately felt embarrassed by it. Of course, you were joking. You would never want to actually date your best friend, Colby. The only reason you even suggested it was because after a long night of talking about life, you both confessed how lonely you guys felt. How you both deeply wanted someone to be in love with. How much you yearned to have someone that was yours. But there was a lot of things in your way. For Colby, he didn't trust many. And it was hard for him to open up to those he wanted to be close with; including you, at first. And for you.... it was a bit of a laundry list of reasons. The main one? You just weren't sure there was "the one" for you. And for that reason alone, you didn't feel like breaking your heart over and over again just to search for someone that wasn't even real.
So, your suggestion was quite simple: pretend to date each other for one night, to get the experience of being in love. Maybe pretending even for a couple hours might alleviate some of the desire you felt. Maybe it would cool the fires in you that only came out when drunk and vulnerable.
Colby at first was against it, only because he couldn't imagine actually dating you. You were one of the few girls in his life he never had a thing for, but that wasn't because he didn't find you attractive. You definitely were, which is why he found it hard to believe your love life was as dry as his. But him... dating you? It felt strange. But the more he thought about - not spending a night alone again, going out on a date, actually planning one for the first time in months, holding someone's hand - it sounded nice. Relaxing, even. And having it be you and not someone he had to keep his guard up around made it all the more enticing.
He eventually said yes weeks later, which surprised you immensely. Especially given the distain look he had when you mentioned it, you thought there was no way in hell he would say yes.
"How do we do it?" He asked, taking a sip from his drink.
“Well... we would only date for the night. Until midnight. Tomorrow.” You stated.
He agreed. “That sounds good. Where would you like to go?”
“Where would you take a girl you've been with for a while?” You queried.
He snorted, “It's been a long time since I've had to worry about that.”
“You’ve got until tomorrow at seven to figure that out. Maybe a bit before. I would like some time to get ready for our date.” You grinned, raising your eyebrows.
“Okay then. I'll see you tomorrow...” Colby paused, his eyes locking with yours. “Girlfriend.”
You rolled your eyes jokingly, “And I'll see you tomorrow, boyfriend.”
The rest of the party you guys stayed away from each other. And all night all you could think of was what will tomorrow bring. Your stomach flipped with anticipation. But you tried to settle it down by thinking repeatedly it's just a "date" with Colby. There's no reason to be hyped for it.
You were just playing pretend.
~~~~~
It was after five in the evening when Colby finally texted you about the date - you guys were going out to eat. But he wouldn't tell you where. All he mentioned was that you guys had to dress semi-formal.
You started getting ready, not really sure what was completely in store for you. You showered, did your hair, and makeup in record time. Now... for the outfit. You weren't sure how "formal" Colby was actually going to be. That man very rarely ever dressed formal. But you figured the red cocktail dress you bought a couple weeks back would work well with whatever you two were doing tonight.
The benefit of living with Sam and Colby in this scenario was that if Colby wasn't dressed as formal as you, you could get change, which did calm your nerves a bit.
Slowly walking down the stairs, you could hear someone in the kitchen. As you reached the bottom, you turned and saw Colby waiting for you, staring down at his phone.
You inquired, “Calling an uber?”
“Yeah it should be here soon.” He mentioned nonchalantly.
Colby finally picked his head up, gazing at you. His eyes widened for a split second. He collected himself, calmly saying, "You look beautiful."
You giggled, trying not to notice the way he looked you up and down. "Thank you. I'm surprised to see you in actual dresswear."
You glanced at his outfit: black dress shoes, black slacks, and a dark maroon button up. He had his leather jacket on, giving him that little edge that you were used to seeing.
A shy smile came to his face. “Yeah, I don't really get a chance to get dressed up so I figured tonight would be a good time to do it.”
“You look really nice.” You admitted.
He nodded quickly. "Thanks."
There was a moment of silence between the two of you. You weren't sure what it was from - nervousness, lack of conversation, or just waiting for the uber. Either way, you hated it.
“The uber's gonna be here in a moment. Want to head outside?” He asked.
“Sure. Sounds good.” You replied.
You grabbed your jacket on the way out, slipping it on quickly. As Colby locked the door, the slight chill in the air made you shiver. Colby began to walk down the path to the street, his hand reaching out for yours. At first you were surprised to see him do that, but then you slipped your hand into his. His hand was warm and soft, somehow making your body feel even colder. The uber pulled up, and you two got in. He let go of your hand for a moment, only to grab it again.
The ride was quiet the whole way to the restaurant. You couldn't tell if it was your nervousness or his, but either way you could cut the tension with a knife. As you finally arrived, you felt your heart flutter.
Like many restaurants in Vegas, it was inside a hotel. And this was one of the nicer ones, from the way there was a doorman that propped the door open for you as you entered. Colby knew where he was going, so you followed right along with him; his hand still embracing yours. You cupped his arm with your other hand, squeezing him lightly. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but you doing that made his heart race.
Finally reaching the restaurant, you could see by the name that it was an Italian place - and an expensive one at that. Everything on the outside seemed bougie, and that continued inside the restaurant.
“How did you get us into a place like this?” You questioned under your breath.
He smirked down at you, “I have friends in high places, I guess.”
“Good evening.” The hostess spoke.
“Hello, table for two under ‘Brock’.” Colby stated.
The hostess looked at her screen and nodded her head. “Okay, follow me.”
You glanced around as you followed behind Colby, feeling out of your element. You weren’t used to places like this. No man had ever taken you out to somewhere this nice. The last time you went somewhere like this was for a dinner Sam and Colby had thrown after a successful video series.
“I hope this table is to your liking. Your waiter will be with you shortly.” The hostess smiled, walking away.
Colby pulled your chair out as you slipped your jacket off, resting it on the back. He slid into his seat, you both finally making eye contact for the first time since leaving home.
You picked up your menu, Colby following suit. You both mumbled what you planned to have to eat that night, you settling on the three cheese ravioli, and Colby was getting some pasta dish neither one of you could pronounce. The waiter came to your table a moment later. You ordered the food and drinks, and then stared at each other again.
Why does everything feel so awkward? You and Colby had been friends for years, could talk about anything and everything. Why was now so strange?
Sure, you were pretending to be dating but... it shouldn't be that weird.
After the waiter came back with the drinks, you paused until he left to finally speak. You blurted out, "Is this not kinda awkward, or am I just going crazy?"
Colby sighed, happy that you picked up on the uneasiness between the two of you. "Yeah, this is a bit strange. Don't you think?"
You shrugged. “A little. Maybe it's because we aren't playing pretend enough.”
He raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”
“Well, if we were an actual couple, there wouldn't be all this tension. Assuming we've been together for a while.” You remarked.
“How long do you think we've been dating?” Colby added, “Hypothetically.”
You bit your lip and then thought for a moment. "Hypothetically, I could see us maybe having dated for... two years? Maybe going on three?"
He sat back in his chair, “Hmm, interesting. What would have been the starting point of our relationship?”
“I'm not sure... maybe us hooking up at a party?” You suggested, sipping your drink.
Colby grimaced, “No, I don't think so.”
“Well, what do you have in mind?” You responded.
"Hypothetically," Colby stared at the flicker candle at your table, then looked up at you. "I think we would have just happened to start dating. Maybe, we would have been on double date with Sam and Kat or something."
“You mean, basically any time we all hang out?” You laughed.
He shook his head. “Yeah, no. An official, actual date? We've never done that as a group.”
“I don't know, I feel like if that scenario did happen, we would have had to have been drunk at some point during the night.” You commented.
“Why do you say that?” He squinted.
You whisper-yelled dramatically. “We're both nervous as hell right now, and this isn't even a real date!”
He chuckled. “True, I guess. But the real question is what would make us want to start dating?”
“Ohhh, that's a good one.” You both paused for a second. You spoke first, “Hypothetically?”
He nodded his head.
“I think.... Oh! Two years ago, do you remember when we all went to that haunted hotel, but we weren't filming?” You described.
He blinked, “You're gonna have to be more specific. It's kinda my job to go to haunted places.”
“Shut up," you deadpanned. "Remember, we had a layover when flying to New York for some event, and we had to stay because the flight was cancelled due to the weather. And the closest and only open hotel was the –”
“Annamarie Inn, or something like that?” Colby chimed in.
“Yes!” You exclaimed.
“Oh my God, I remember that place. That was....” he shivered. “Fucking creepy.”
“It was so small, borderline a motel. And the front desk person was mean.” You remembered.
“Well, if no one had stayed at my place for months on end, I too would be annoyed by some out of town LA-ers.” He snickered.
“It didn't help you were wearing a Fendi hoodie.” You jeered sarcastically.
He gaped. “It was cozy!”
“You're a brand whore who sticks out like a sore thumb in the middle of Nowhere, America!” You sassed.
He glared, “If we were actually dating, I would break up with you right now.”
"Aww, don't like being roasted?" You mocked, pouting.
“Not when I'm paying, no.” He replied dryly.
You sat back in your chair crossing your arms, scowling jokingly. You took a swig of your drink, and then continued. "But anyway, that night would have been the beginning of us, in theory, I think."
“Why? What even happened?” Colby cocked his head.
“We had to share one bed, remember? Kat was insistent on sleeping with Sam because the building creeped her out, and so we shared a room instead. But when we got to the room, it was a single bed.” You recalled.
He hummed, agreeing. “Yeah, you're right. But why would that have been the night we started dating?”
“Well, I remember us sharing the room and I remember it was really cold and we just cuddled with each other, and I think being that close could have caused something to happen.” You stated.
“Maybe...” He mumbled.
"I just know that that night was really stressful but us being together in that room was..." Your mind drifted off to the memory of that night. You could remember studying Colby's face in the dark, how relaxed he looked after the stressful day you all had. You couldn't understand how he looked even more handsome up close. You remembered having to hold yourself back from touching his face, his lips.... "Nice. It-it was really nice."
You took another sip of your drink, hoping that Colby didn't notice your cheeks and how red they had become.
He did notice, but he didn't say anything. And part of him remembered that night. That was the night he woke up with your head lying on his chest and it was all he could think about the rest of the trip.
“Did you have a different idea of when we would have hypothetically started dating?” You asked.
Colby cleared his throat. “Sort of. But I kinda like your idea better.”
The idea he had in his head was also during an investigation, but it was when the cameras were off. You both had crazy things happen during the night; during the Estes Method it said your name, and Colby at one point thought he saw a figure at the end of a hallway. Everyone was taking a break outside, and you asked for a hug. Of course, he gave you one, and you offhandedly told him that you felt safe in his arms.
It took a lot to make Colby speechless, but you did it so easily in that moment.
The waiter interrupted Colby's memory, bringing out the food. You both chowed down, the pasta tasted extra delicious. You continued to talk about your made-up relationship, and also just talked about life in general. You ended up skipping dessert, and asked Colby if there was anything else planned for tonight.
He informed you, slipping his jacket on. “There's a new bar that opened up in the next hotel over that I was thinking we could check out.”
You smiled. “That sounds good.”
He slid his phone out, turning back to you as he walked. “Do you want to walk or catch another uber?”
You followed him, placing your jacket on again. “We can walk, I don't mind.”
Colby grabbed your hand as you left the restaurant. You felt giddy this time around, all the tension from before now gone after talking with each other for a couple hours. You couldn't help but smile as you walked outside onto the Vegas strip. The sky had grown dark but was somehow darker than usual. A distant boom bounced off the buildings on the strip. Thunder.
He glanced up at the sky, turning his head to you. “I think it's about to rain. Let's walk a little faster.”
You nodded your head, picking up the pace. Colby stayed near you, even though he could speed walk faster than you could run. He wasn't going to leave you behind. Finally crossing the street, you made it to the other hotel. You still had to walk to the doors though. But suddenly, the skies opened up and rain poured down onto you and everyone around. Some rushed into the hotel, others pulled out umbrellas. Colby pulled you two under an awning, his arm wrapping around you.
“Do you want to wait here until it lets up a bit?” He queried, getting close to you.
“Sure.” You nodded.
You stared out at the rain, watching it splatter as it hit the ground. It very rarely rained in Vegas, so to see it come down like this was both strange and fascinating. And somehow, for a moment, there weren’t that many people around. Most had ran inside, leaving the two of you out on your own. Having a solitude moment in Vegas was even more rare than the rain. A thought popped into your head: go dance in the rain. You didn't know why, but you had to do it. You slipped out from under Colby's arm and walked out into the street, letting the rain hit your skin and clothes.
“Y/N, what are you doing?” He called out to you.
You let the rain slowly soak you, turning towards Colby. "Live a little! Join me."
Colby shook his head slightly, squinting at you in amusement. A moment passed. He sighed and stepped out into the rain.
You started jumping up and down, laughing at him as he opened his arms wide. His maroon shirt grew darker as the rain drenched him. He turned back to you, grabbing your hands and spinning you around, almost dancing. You cackled as he pulled you close and picked you up for a split second. He spun around with you in his arms, and only stopped once you wailed at him to do so. Your eyes landed on each other’s and time froze. You felt hyper aware of how Colby's hands were on your waist, and how yours were wrapped around his neck. Your bodies were close to one another, his heat radiating onto you. You couldn't contain yourself, even if you wanted to. The closeness made it all the more easy to lean in, and Colby followed suit.
This wasn't your first kiss with Colby; that one happened a long time ago during a truth or dare drinking game. But this one blew that old one out of the water. Back then, you felt embarrassed to kiss him, kind of wishing you had just taken the five shots that was given as an option instead. But now, all you could think of was that you hoped this kiss never ended. Once his tongue slid across your bottom lip, you knew whatever relationship you had with him was going to be permanently changed.
He felt the same as you. There was a sudden craving that raced through his body the moment your lips touched his. How was it possible that all this time he had missed out on this? On you? There's no way the first kiss was like this. If it had been, he would have asked you to be his that night. Maybe he had been so wrapped up in his own bullshit, he couldn't have imagined asking you out. It was crazy to think that pretending to date for a night got him here.
And then it hit him: this wasn't real. You guys were on a fake date, pretending to be a couple. The light pain in his chest made him pull away, but part of him wished he never did.
“We... we should stop.” He voiced, breathlessly.
You stammered, trying to calm yourself. “R-right. And, uh, get out of the rain.”
"Yeah." He stepped back farther away from you, needing some space so that he could think again. "C'mon, let's get inside."
You both raced in, not wanting to get anymore wet than you already were. The cool hotel air hit you and made you shiver, Colby doing the same.
"So... where's the club at in here?" You asked awkwardly.
A brief smirk passed his face, his hand finding yours again as you walked. “It's a speakeasy, so it's hidden behind the back of some store. It's similar to the other one we go to all the time. Made by the same people.”
You exhaled, “That's fun.”
“Yeah, me and Sam were gonna check it out last week but never got around to it.” He turned to you, studying your face. “But if you don't want to, we can just –”
"No, I don't mind." You stopped Colby lightly, pointing at the signs for the bathroom. "Maybe before we go in, I should use the restroom and make sure I don't look like a complete mess."
He glanced down at himself, “Same here.”
You went inside and looked at yourself in the mirror. Not too bad for being drenched, weirdly enough. Your makeup had survived the rain, thank God for waterproof, and all that really looked a bit messy was your hair.
Realistically, while you were going in here to make sure you didn't look bad, you were really in here because of how nervous you were. It had finally really hit you that you two just made out in the rain. Something you had wanted to do with someone since you were a kid and saw 'A Cinderella Story'. And now you did it... on a fake date, no less.
Maybe he was the one for.... no. You couldn't allow yourself to think like that.
You dried your hair as best you could: drying the ends under the hand-dryer and running your fingers through the rest. You pinned it up with a clip in your bag, checked your makeup again, and then stepped back out into the busy walkway of the hotel. Colby was leaning against the wall waiting for you, looking ridiculously suave for no reason. He perked up when he saw you, sliding his phone back into his pocket.
His shirt looked mostly dried, and his leather jacket had been wiped down - something he had done in the bathroom while you were gone. He hoped you didn't notice; he didn't want to seem like he was doing too much. He prayed he was pulling off the effortlessness he could usually get away with.
You noted it, but didn't say anything.
Colby grasped your hand again, pulling you along silently to the store in question that housed the speakeasy. It looked like a regular Vegas gift shop. He stopped at the back of the store, in front of a "Employees Only" door with an eye-slot on it. It opened up, and a man asked "Password."
“’I'm looking for Piper.’” He quoted.
The man nodded, closed the slot, and opened the door. Inside was a dark, booming club. You were shocked to see it. Knowing how the other one looked, this was somehow more impressive. It was packed and the music was loud and fun. Colby smiled at you and pointed at a free table across the way.
“Wow, this place is crazy!” You yelled over the music.
He glanced around, “I know. I'm surprised how many people are here tonight.”
“What time is it?” You questioned.
Colby looked down at his watch. “It's... a little after ten.”
Your heart skipped a beat, hearing the time. “Oh.”
“What is it?” He furrowed his brow.
“We only have a couple more hours until midnight.” You explained.
“And then...” His voice grew quiet, “our fake date is over.”
The two of you stayed silent for a moment, Colby breaking it by looking up at you. "Well, we better make the most of it."
You ordered drinks, downing them within minutes. The upbeat music made you want to dance, so you grabbed Colby's hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. Colby didn't really like dancing. He was more of a people watcher when he was at the club. But you were not taking no for an answer.
You swayed your hips to the music as you faced Colby. He watched you, stepping back and forth to the beat. His hand still held onto yours, eventually spinning you and gliding you into him. He slid his hands down your body, cupping your waist sweetly. His body pressed against yours, his breath fanning across your neck. Your back arched at his closeness, causing goosebumps to form across your skin. How was it possible that he was doing all of this to you? You had danced with Colby on countless occasions, spent multiple times in your life at the club with him. But tonight, after everything... things really felt different.
Colby's mind was reeling just as much as yours, if not more so. He started out the night thinking this was going to be a fun night, but nothing too crazy. And now... he had to do everything in his power not to jump your bones in the middle of this club. But your ass pressed against his crotch was making that very hard to do.
His grip on your waist tightened as you grinded back into him harder, teasing him. You felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled. He buried his face into your neck before whispering "Fuck, Y/N, what are you trying to do to me?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about." You smirked.
Colby suddenly spun you around, pulling you close. He leaned in, keeping his eyes on you. Somehow, even in the dark, his eyes almost glowed with lust. He kept his mouth close to yours, lips brushing against each other. But he never fully leaned in.
“Kiss me.” He dared.
You exhaled, closing the space between the two of you. The kiss became intense in no time. One of his hands landed in your hair, pulling lightly on your locks causing you to open your mouth, gasping. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside. You could taste the fruity cocktail he had finished not long ago. Your hands drifted up to his chest, tugging at his button up and jacket. His other hand snaked down your body, cupping your ass softly.
Your breath hitched, surprised by his forwardness. "Too many people are looking at us. Let's go home."
He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you off the dance floor. “Sounds good to me.”
The intensity had stayed between the two of you the whole time you were in the uber on the way home. You were nice enough not to make out in someone's car, but you couldn't help but squeeze Colby's hand every so often, knowing you guys were getting closer to home. He would do the same back, his eyes snaking up your body.
You weren't sure what was going to happen between the two of you, but you were excited nonetheless.
You both rushed inside after getting dropped off, thanking the driver quickly. Colby had you against the front door the moment it closed, kissing and sucking on your neck. You couldn't help the little noises that fell from your lips, him finding all of your most sensitive spots. All you needed was for him to take you to any of the bedrooms in the house, and you would be set.
Colby's hand drifted up to your shoulder pushing your jacket off, but suddenly his hand froze in place; his eyes staring at his wrist.
“What? What's wrong?” You murmured, breathlessly.
He hesitated. “It's.... five minutes to midnight.”
Your heart sank. And you would never know it, but so did his.
You inhaled. “Oh. So our date is-”
“Done.” Colby grunted.
He backed himself away from you, his hands falling to his sides. You leaned back against the door, running you hands through your hair. You looked back up at him, his eyes still on the floor.
“Why don't we just.... ignore it?” You felt bold saying it, but the way Colby looked at you made you realize you said something wrong.
He shook his head, “N-no. No, we can't.”
“But why? I mean, we had so much fun tonight.” You stepped towards him, trying to close the space again.
He turned and walked away, going to the kitchen. “I know we did, but it was... pretend.”
You couldn’t help but scoff at his words. “Oh, so none of that was real for you? You were just what, faking it? Pretending to want to kiss me?”
“Well no. Of course I wanted to kiss you but the whole point of tonight was just to... live out a fantasy we both wanted.” His voice lowered, hoping you wouldn’t hear him say, “Needed.”
“Colby, you can't be serious. The night started out that way, sure. But after we kissed in the rain, there's no way that that was just part of the plan,” you argued. “Or making out in the club. Or what we were literally going to do until you saw the time.”
“We both needed that, yes. But that isn't reality.” He clenched his jaw, “You and I are meant to be friends.”
You challenged, leaning across the island. “But we could try for more.”
“No, we can't.” Colby didn’t like how his voice trembled.
“We worked so well together tonight, why not give it a try?” You pleaded.
"I'm not willing to lose you as a friend. I care about you, and this was nice. But.... no.” He stuttered, trying to catch his breath. “I... I won't lose you as a friend just because I'm lonely.”
You almost winced, your mind going to the worse thought. “So, none of that meant anything to you. That was all just pent up hormones?”
He glared, his stare turning your body cold. “That's not what I said. Don't put words in my mouth. But what about you, huh?”
“What about me?” You sneered.
“How did tonight make you feel?” Colby asked plainly.
You huffed, “Clearly enough of a way to make me ask you to continue this!”
“What exactly are you feeling, then? Tell me.” He walked around the island, his eyes on yours.
“Well, tonight I felt...” You trailed off.
A certain word came to mind, but you shook it off. There's no way you were going to say that. There's no way you felt that way about Colby, especially not after one date.
He got in front of you, his arms on either side of the counter as he spoke. His voice was gentle, but intense. “Tell me. Say anything. Tell me what you're feeling.”
You gulped, “Right now, you're making me nervous.”
“Why?” He whispered.
You closed your eyes, his stare making it hard to form words. “Because it's hard to think when you're this close to me.”
“But other than that?” He questioned desperately.
You stayed silent, trying to figure out the feeling. A million words came to mind, but none felt quite right to say. They were all too vulnerable, too personal. And him staring down at you intently made it even harder to speak.
He stepped back, his face dropping. “That's the problem, Y/N. Neither one of us knows how to express how we feel. Which is why we went out in the first place. We don't trust ourselves enough to find someone and to trust them in return.”
“Why are you trying to make this more difficult than it has to be? Why can't we just... try? And if it doesn't work out, so what? We can still be friends.” You bargained, trying to make him understand.
He moved towards you again, his voice almost frantic. “You want me to be honest? To tell you how I'm actually feeling?”
“Yes.” You whispered.
“I'm terrified... of not having you in my life. That if we did try this, I would just make you miserable, or vice versa. I can’t give you everything you need. And I can't imagine you not in my life so I would rather take the safe route than try this.” He confessed, not able to even look into your eyes longer than a second.
“When have you ever taken the safe route on anything?” You insisted.
He bit his lip hard, shaking his head. “I'm not willing to bet on this. You are too important to lose.”
You whimpered, “Colby...”
“Maybe one day, we could do this. Maybe one day, this could be us. I'll take that chance later,” he laughed bitterly. “But having this happen tonight? No.”
“Can you promise me that? That we'll try.... later?” You grabbed his hands, holding them once more.
He nodded, doing his best to hold it together. “I'll give it my best shot. When we're both emotionally ready for this, when I'm ready for this.”
There was no way to persuade him, and you didn't want to lose him as a friend with. So... you just accepted what he said.
“Well, you know who to call.” You smiled, brokenly.
He slid your hands out of his, leaving the kitchen slowly. He turned back, not even knowing he was breaking your heart more. "This was nice, Y/N. Thank you for... helping me feel less lonely for an evening."
“You too.” You croaked.
As he walked to his room, he never felt more alone. Each step made him regret every single word he said as he got closer to his bedroom door. All he wanted was to run back to you and hold you as close as he could.
You followed him with your eyes, trying to hold back tears. You watched him go into his room, shuddering out a breath. How long were you holding it, you didn't know.
It took a lot to make you speechless, but he did it so easily in that moment.
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I know better / Than to ever call you 'mine'
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A/N: This is number three!! Also you all can @ me but I personally hated how Jimmy acted with Tenoch. It felt like Jimmy mocked him and correcting the way he talks since Tenoch is already self conscious about his English. Like I got triggered. Tenoch being cute and sweet but Jimmy is being a bit rude.
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Summary: Tenoch and Reader are in a secret relationship but accidentally let's it out during the Jimmy Kimmel interview.
Warnings: Dirty Thoughts, Mentions of Smut 😳
"Please welcome (Y/F/N) and Tenoch Huerta!" Jimmy said followed by clapping and cheering from the audience. You walked out with Tenoch smiling and waving at all your adoring fans. You give Jimmy a quick hug before taking your place next to Tenoch who looked excited to be on the Jimmy Kimmel show. It was not your first time being here. "Welcome to the show. (Y/n) it's always a pleasure to see you." He smiled. The interview started off well. Mentioning your long Marvel history, how you frlt about being in Wakanda Forever. Then moved onto Tenoch and his experience. Of course he told the funny story of the zoom call freezing 5 minutes into the meeting. You laughed softly and leaned onto your hand watching Tenoch. How could you not be in love with this man?
It all started the moment you heard who had been chosen for Namor. You instantly looked up Tenoch Huerta remembering him from Narcos: Mexico you watched a while back. You felt yourself blushing at how attractive he was. Plus meeting him in person did not help. There was an instant connection with Tenoch. He was charming, sweet, adorable, kind, humble, silly, and the list could go on forever really. But nothing stood out more than his 'shame short', what he refers the skimpy outfits to. You both worked together for almost the entire shooting time. There had been very few weeks spent apart. Your character played a key role in the film being the Queen of Talokan.
"So (Y/n) how was working with Tenoch?" Jimmy asked breaking you out of the day dream.
"Ah he is an amazing man to work with."
It had not taken but a month of flirting before he asked you out and then fucked you that same day. Since then you two had been a couple. Yet decided it was not time for everyone else to know. You felt like two teenagers sneaking around. Stealing kisses, glances, dates, and rough sex. You two had a loving relationship and never had been happier.
"You two seem close. Almost every picture you two are side by side." Jimmy smirked.
"Ah, yes I mean we are close friends. Our character share many scenes together. Besides he is an amazing man to work with."
Tenoch looked over to you a slight flush in his face. "I never worked with anyone like her before to be honest. Most of my English lines I got scared. Some of my pronunciation is not perfect. (Y/n) really helped me with that. Calmed me and reassured me to just be myself." Tenoch looked toucher her knee in a trance. "That's why I love her." He adds not thinking about it.
The audience gasped at his slip up.
"Oh you love her?" Jimmy didn't miss a beat leaning toward the couple. Tenoch sighed deeply looking at you. You nod in response.
"We have been dating for a year now." He admits taking your hand.
"It's been such a happy time." You add and pulled him into a kiss the crowd cheering.
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Strip... Not!
Summary: You watched a movie and the brothers want to do something like it.
Note: This is a crack fic and isn't for minors (Minors DNI) and involve with the movie Magic Mike. Also this isn't proofread :D
Warning: Very Suggestive things but no actual smut
You're watching Magic Mike and get all hot and bothered.
The loud cheering scene drew the attention of Belphie and Satan who was happen to walk pass your room and heard you cheering a bit quieter but still cheering none the least.
You got to admit, you were here for the stars, Channing has this such vibe that reminds you of home in some way. McConaughey in all honestly you had a big crush back when you were young. Manganiello who remember as the who played that guy in true blood has this rough feel that you can't get enough of.
The story is nice, but you are still human and you got urges that this film just feels right. Maybe you're watching alone and no one knows. It add it the thrill. Because you know that you're in a house filled with possessive demons and if they found who that you're fan/simping for human men. Who knows what they do.
You make this all out as if you're doing something you shouldn't, and you're all for it.
unbeknownst, as you were cheering Satan and Belphie are leaning on your door trying to hear what your doing, which quickly drew in Beel's attention who was just heading to the kitchen.
He ask, which he was quickly silences by Belphie, he drew him close and whisper about trying to find out what your doing in your room.
Soon Mammon join them since he did plan to come in your room. But now his curious.
Before all four brothers know it. Asmo join them, standing behind them quietly, reason he senses your lust and wanted to find out.
Both Lucifer and Levi stood down the hall, observing their brothers.
After the movie you head to bed and call it the night. Once Belphie sense you were asleep. He open the door, came in and look through all your DVDs and saw the one catching case with the title Magic Mike.
He took it and quietly leave your room.
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All the brothers collected in Mammon's room and start watching them movie.
They encounter the first show and well...
"My eyes!!!!" Levi scream as the character of the movie start striping away the rain coats.
"This what humans want?" Lucifer isn't please, but is indifferent since from what Satan and Belphie said. You seem to like these too.
"Is this what MC was squealing about- Wait! Damn that's a lot of cash" if you hear closely you can hear Mammon's brain make a casher sound.
As the movie go on, each of the brothers have various reaction, mostly negative. Especially Satan and Belphie who heard you early on and how you were acting like these women in the film.
Just then Asmo had an idea, his Cheshire Cat smile shows the mischief running through his head.
"Let's do a show for MC" Asmo bluntly said it out loud, causing Levi to jump out from his sit and shake his head for no.
"Nuh-uh! I ain't stripping and dancing like that!" He angrily gesture towards the T.V
"Yeah, it seem a lot of work to do all that." Belphie add in, just watching all the scenes with all the male strippers is tiring.
"Ow~ Come on. Look how they grind your pelvis and crotch at all the ladies in the crowd. Don't tell me you don't want to try that on MC." The brothers thinks for a second, but Asmo adds in this "Plus, you can go all the way. These are strippers. But we're MC's partners so we aren't limited to just grinding and getting groped"
That was enough for the brothers to join in this stupid plan. including Lucifer.
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For the next couple of days, after classes. The brothers start their practices even watching the sequel of the movie and oh boy, they got a lot of work to be done.
Lucifer took charge of the practices since they can't seem to get in line and barely done anything.
Mammon wasn't motivated at times, and that's when Asmo made a spell to throw money at Mammon whenever he did a performance right.
When in practices Levi was making the costume, at times he cries through the sewing because the mental picture of thongs and what they call "Elephant socks" and other stripper clothes is melted in his mind.
Beel took the lead on showing the moves, he can follow the moves he saw in the movies. When he tries to demonstrate with a chair, he destroy the chair cause he grind into it too much, it shutter underneath him.
Luckily both Satan and Belphie were cooperated enough that Lucifer didn't have to step in.
These pass couple of days were busy for the brothers, that they forgot something... you.
You barely see they after classes, but you weren't that angry... just upset.
Were you needy for their attention? Yes, but you don't want to come off as clingy and too needy. But it does affect how you went by the the day. And the others saw it.
Luke was furious and decided to ask you to got to the mall with him, in a way he just want to cheer you up.
The others. The royals, purgatory hall boys, Thirteen, and Mephistopheles decide to see what the brothers are up to.
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After a week of practice, all seven brothers have each act mastered. Now all it leaves is to send you a quick text. Saying to come to the living room.
The lights were out and brothers hide. Each act follows the order of the pact so Mammon is up first. More so just to avoid a long argument about it.
Then they heard footsteps and the doorknob slowly opens, that's when the blue spotlight lit the center of the room. Mammon slide under the light wearing a biker getup, grin towards the door with his fang shown as he start dancing, thrusting his pelvis, doing a provocative before grabbing his pants and rip it off-
That's when the lights of the room turned on revealing that you weren't the one who open the door, but instead it was Barbatos along with Diavolo, Solomon, Simeon, Raphael, Thirteen, and Mephistopheles. All with different and horrified expression on their faces, from shock to disgust.
Mephisto's face shifted from shock to anger when Mammon's ripped pants landed on his head.
The other brothers were close to the spotlight that they can be seen by the other begins.
Levi was wearing a revealing doctor outfit, Asmo a maid, Satan a teacher, Beel a firefighter, Belphie a cowboy and Lucifer a priest outfit.
There was nothing but uncomfortable silences in the room, with an awkwardness filled the air.
Diavolo decide to break this tension in the room by clearing his throat. "We'll pretend that we didn't see any of this and this was you "gift" for MC. We'll leave but I want to know what was this later"
"Yes, this deserve an explanation" Mephisto interjects, however Diavolo has other plans.
"Yes, because I want to join it."
"What!!!"
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You took Luke back to Purgatory hall and head back to the house, and straight to the living room. And you didn't expect what's to come.
Note: Funny that this was suppose to be a mini fic and just became a fic as I wrote this. I even had to watch the movie and it's sequel so I can have refences or didn't made shit up... After the watching both movies and was enlighten in a way XD
Still this was fun to write.
If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or reblogging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3
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Primetime
Some smut with my favorite Autobot I uploaded on Ao3 some time ago. Felt like it also belongs here.
Some fluff, overstimulation and well this whole fic is sus, enjoy.
About this fic:
ftm reader, mention of top surgery scars, pre bottom surgery, SO NOT SAFE FOR WORK
2, 131 words
You plump down onto your bed, taking your phone out of your pant's pocket, hoping you didn't crush it in the process.
You gladly didn't, and started scrolling through Tiktok, trying to find something to cure your boredom with.
But do you know what comes after boredom?
Maybe you would get sleepy right? Well not right now, as you felt a familiar tingling sensation between your legs.
Horniness...
That is what came after boredom here.
Of course it had to...
Now you couldn't really concentrate on what you were watching, so you decided on putting your phone down and let your face fall into the pillow.
Music is the way, you thought to yourself and opened Spotify, connecting your headphones to the cellular device via Bluetooth.
So now you were laying there, on your stomach, listening to your favorite artist.
Your thoughts started to drift off to a really good looking red and blue robot and you sensed the pulsating feeling between your legs increase again. I mean he really was handsome so no wonder merely thinking about him would do things to your body.
Rolling onto your back you release a sigh, staring at the ceiling, watching the sunset color it in an apricot light.
Might as well just give in...
And with that thought you slid your hand underneath your shorts, feeling around the wetness, now starting to slowly circle your clit with your fingers.
Whimpers escaped your mouth as you let your imagination run free.
How good it would feel to have him touching you right now. Longing for his touch, you whimpered his name, licking your fingers before inserting two of them into your now soaking vagina.
Arching your back as you moved them in and out of the warmth between your legs you once again moaned Optimus' name, wishing he'd be here with you in this moment.
You moved your other hand up your shirt, your head laid back and eyes closed in pleasure.
The sudden sensation of a cold servo caressing along your thigh pulled you out of your haze and that's when you finally noticed Optimus, who had sat down next to you onto the bed.
"Don't mind me. I am just watching this beautiful scene before me."
You couldn't help but blush at that.
"For how long have you been watching?", you ask, a bit out of breath, the hand you used for pleasuring yourself resting on your left thigh now, while Optimus continued caressing your other thigh.
"A few minutes maybe."
He leaned closer, speaking into your ear. "I must say, the way you whispered my name does sound delightful. You don't mind repeating it for me?"
You leaned towards his audial, a smug expression your face, as you lowly whimpered his name again, aware of the effect it would have on your lover.
The caressing turned into a gentle grip on your inner thigh, sending a shiver down your spine. His servo moved upwards, toward your waistband.
Before going any further, he looks at you, continuing when you give him a nod. As turned on as the Prime may be, he still respected your boundaries and would not proceed without your clear consent.
Especially because he knew that at times you do not feel comfortable engaging in such an act, given your body dysphoria.
Now that he got what he needed, his servo slid underneath your shorts.
When his digits met your clit, the cold sensation made you gasp.
He looked at you to check, and you nodded again, your back arching slightly as you felt him circling the bud full of sensitive nerve endings.
He had no problem starting right away, as you had worked yourself up quite well and were pretty wet already.
He used that wetness to slowly start inserting one and then another digit into you, steadily moving them in and out at a slow pace.
Riding his digits you started moaning as the pleasure increased.
In your own arousal you slid a hand underneath your shirt, partly exposing your now flat chest.
It was the first time Optimus actually saw your chest post top surgery.
You heard his vents kicking in, as his arousal grew, optics glowing a shade darker now while admiring your body.
As you slowly sat up, he stopped in his motions, watching your every move. He then retracted his servo from in between your legs.
You grab his wrist, looking directly at him as you guide his other servo to your chest, letting him feel it. He scooted closer, your legs on each of his side now and him pulling your shirt up again.
One servo on your hips, he brushed a single digit across the healed scars, optics glowing brightly.
He knew how much you had wanted to have this procedure done and upon seeing the result he couldn't help but feel this immense amount of joy.
"Looks good, doesn't it?", you ask, smiling sheepishly.
The Prime simply nods, still admiring your chest before him. He lifted the shirt above your head, removing it and then dropping it beside you onto the bed.
Closing the distance between the two of you, you place a soft kiss on his lip plating, smiling.
"I'm glad you like it.", you whisper, eyes closed, resting your forehead against his. You knew he couldn't really kiss you back, but that didn't stop you from giving him a kiss from time to time.
A hand on his cheek, you gently stroke over the plating with your thumb, eyes full of love as you look into the bright blue optics of the person you loved so dearly.
Feeling as he grabbed the waistband of your shorts, you removed them before placing your legs on each of his sides again, now completely bare infront of him with a faint blush across your cheeks.
You heard a familiar clicking sound, as his interface panel parted, revealing his hardened phallus.
Again, he looked at you, awaiting your go-ahead.
"You may proceed.", you declared, mocking the formal way of speech he uses, earning a chuckle from Optimus.
"Very well then, it is my pleasure.", he replied bowing before you, engaging in your spoof, which left you snickering.
You take a deep breath, relaxing your body as he went ahead, starting off by gently rubbing his errection across your folds, using the moisture as lube and then placing his tip at your entrance.
You moved your hips towards him, allowing him to start entering you. One servo on your hips he gradually went deeper, until his hips met yours.
The cold metal made you shiver and you couldn't help but gasp as he started moving.
Now having a firm grip on your hips with both servos he started fastening his pace, vents working overtime.
Placing the back of your hand across your face, you moved your head to the side, moans escaping your mouth as you felt him rut into you.
Muttering something in Cybertronian, he lifted your hips up, now able to go deeper.
"I don't know what the fuck you just said, but it sounded hot.~", you managed to get out in between your moans and whimpers.
His optics dim, he replied in the same language again, followed by a thrust that was harder than the ones before, resulting in you arching your back, loudly moaning out his name.
" Oh god... Yes this feels so g-good... Please continue!", you heaved, eyes rolling back.
"Look at me.", Optimus demanded, giving you another harsh thrust and you happily obliged.
Given how rough he started to become you knew that tomorrow there would definitely be marks, but you didn't care.
One of his servos left your hip, and he started circling your clit with his thumb, making you breathe in sharply. You knew what that meant. And as you didn't protest he let you ride through your orgasm, enjoying the noises you made, not even attempting to stop moving inside of you.
Gasping for air, Optimus had stopped rubbing your clit, only having his thumb gently pressing against it. His pace had slowed down and he was now thrusting into you more roughly.
You covered your mouth as your whimpers turned desperate, but he was having none of it.
Removing your hand, he pinned it above your head, now leaning forward and looking you deep into the eyes.
"I want to hear each one of those sweet sounds of yours."
He spoke lowly, his voice carrying a threatening undertone.
Gripping the sheets with your free hand, you bit down onto your lower lip, breathing heavily as the Prime continued his harsh movements inside of you, not letting go of your pinned hand.
He may not be one to speak a lot during intercourse, but when he used his words, he did so with sharp intend.
And you knew damn well knew how good he was at this.
Your legs started shaking and you felt your second high approaching.
"Optimus Please...", you begged after the second orgasm went through your body.
He squinted his optics, waiting for you to use the safeword you two had agreed on.
When you didn't, he continued letting his own pleasure run though his systems.
His thumb now started circling your already very sensitive clit again, making you yelp, your hips instinctively moving away from him, only for you to be pulled back down onto him.
Tears started streaming down your face as he continued tormenting your already overstimulated clitoris, each rough thrust adding to the painful pleasure.
And you loved it. That's why you hadn't used the safeword.
You knew it took him longer to reach his overload, and fuck... You loved the overstimulation that came with it.
Optimus let go off your hand, adjusting his position to be more upright and caressing along your chest in the process, as he threw his helm back, a deep groan escaping his vocals.
He was close...
Your hips jerked once again, and he firmed his grip on them even more, keeping you in a fixed position, unable to move away from him.
Arching your back was the only option you had left in this situation.
The way his hips met yours was painful and you rolled your eyes back, one hand gripping onto his wrist.
Bothered by you turning away your gaze, he placed one servo under the area of your sternum, carefully but sternly pushing you down, causing you to straighten your back.
He again said something in his native language.
You maybe couldn't understand the exact words, but definitely what he meant:
To look at him. He wanted you to look up at him again.
With your body aching, you submit to his demand.
"P... Please...", you beg watching your partner chasing after his release, groaning and optics flickering while continuing to speak Cybertronian.
My god, he's so hot...
You think to yourself, starting to feel lightheaded.
Right at that moment Optimus' movements came to a sudden halt, indicating that he had reached his overload. His helm hanging low, he had closed his optics, a last deep groan leaving him, which turned into static at the end.
He thrusted into you one last time, before removing himself from you, letting his interface panel click back into place.
You let your head fall back, eyes closed and breathing heavily, completely drenched in sweat.
Optimus' grip on your hips had loosened, but he remained in his place, letting his systems cool down.
Both of you were exhausted now.
Still overheated, he caressed your thigh, then got up to go get you a towel.
You just laid there, catching your breath.
These damn sheets will definitely need to be changed.
Slowly sitting up and looking down at the mess between your legs you mumble to yourself.
"I should've placed a towel there..."
Optimus returned with a towel and a bottle of water.
Gladly accepting the two items he handed over, you place to towel in your lap, and opened the bottle, emptying it all in one go.
He had already cleaned himself off and sat down next to you, tenderly caressing your back.
After putting the cap back onto the bottle you throw it across your room, hitting the garbage bin.
Balling your fist after the small victory, you chuckle, and start wiping yourself off. Not that this would get you clean enough but it was a start.
You'll definitely need a shower, that's for sure.
"How about you go take a shower, and I join you after changing the bedsheets?"
You pressed a soft kiss on Optimus' cheek and smiled. "That's an offer I can't turn down."
Optimus returned the smile and ruffled your hair. "Take your time.", he added after you got up and made your way to the bathroom.
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Ehem... may I request a mini drabble fic.. of ftm trans masc reader x wesker face sitting~ reader is insecure on the down stairs region and wesker wants to make them feel less insecure 😉🫠👀
A/n: sorry for taking so long with replying to your ask,i had to do some research and ask some of my trans friends to help me write this fic(huge props to them),I decided to write the smut scene in kinda gender neutral language since the reader can be at any point of their transition,anyways hope you enjoy!
warnings:smut mixed with comfort,tans masc!reader,face sitting,petnames.
''is there something bothering you my dear?'' wesker said.Nothing could escape this man's gaze.He studied your behaviour and every move you did throught the week seeing that you werent acting like your usual self.It made him think what might be the reason you are acting this way.He thought to himself was this the right time to confront you about it?Seeing you lay on the couch reading your book it was very prominent in your face that something was occuping your thought as Wesker stood at your feet.
''yes..''you finally admitted to him,closing your book and placing it on the table next to you as you sit up leaving some room on the couch for wesker to sit down next to you.
''Did someone harm you,my dear?,i can take care of them,just let me know who it is...''he said with his usual serious tone as he sat down next to you.
''Wesker it's fine,no one is to blame its just....''you tried to reasure him that everythng was fine,but a man like albert he was not buying it.
''Do you love me Albert?every part of me?even if im different?''you said feeling a sense of relief as you finally admitted your deepest insecurity.Giving him a hint of how you felt about yourself.The small silence filling your body with anxiety as you see wesker not responding,expecting a negative respose but instead you heard him say something that was really rare coming from his mouth.
''let me show you how much i love you''he said,it was one of the few times he showed genuine passion breaking his usual cold demeanor and showed his vulnurable side catching you off guard since it was really out of his character.After that you really dont know how things turned out the way they did,everything moved so swiftly that your brain couldnt comprehend what just happened.
Now sitting on Wesker's face ,your legs on either side of his head.Taking his time with you showing you how much not only loved you but apprecieting your beauty,bitting on your inner thigh before moving up leaving a trail of bite marks.His tongue skillfully touching all the right places,building up the pool of heat that started to form in your lower abdomen,ready to snap at any moment as your breathing became slower and more dagged out.
''Albert~,im close~''you moaned loudly your voice quivering as you dag your nails into the couch,his strong arms keeping you in place from moving or losing your balance as Wesker continued to use his skillful tongue pushing you over the edge,your whole body shook,your mind going blank destroying any insecurity you had for your body as you reach the finish like,climaxing all over wesker's mouth.Once you reached your climax Wesker's arm were locked around your thighs in a firmer grip,as he saw that you were about to get off of him.
''Where are you going?I m not done showing you my love yet''
#resident evil x reader#resident evil fanfiction#resident evil x you#resident evil x transmasc!reader#albert wesker x reader#albert wesker x you#albert wesker smut#albert wesker x transmasc!reader#wesker x reader#dead by daylight wesker
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The Manliest ༓ jjk (m)
✑ Summary: "God damn baby, this isn't supposed to be funny. Can't you see I'm trying to do something here?"
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Watching a bdsm movie with the guys makes Jungkook want to roleplay as your hard dom. Think he can do it or will you need to step in a bit?
Pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x girlfriend!reader
Genre/AU: smut, fluff, lot of crack, established relationship AU
Rating: M, 18+
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: dom!jungkook, switch!reader, daddy kink, slight mommy kink, penetration, fucking from behind, bit of spanking, very loose lipped kook - he just says whatever he wants lmao, also kook is a bit of a baby but don't be fooled 😏
Now Playing: Rude Boy - Rihanna
A/N: So if you've ever read my other fics you'll notice I always add some kind of playful element in the smut I write. This is going to capitalize on that style and will have a lot of crack but it's still got smut. Just imagine sweet & horny boyfriend Kook to the fullest hahah. 😈
Let's just say today was going to be a very eventful day for Jungkook. He was going to become a manly man. Or so the M rated movie he had just watched suggested. Jimin and Jin had recommended it to the group and let's just say it really got Jungkook going.
"Baby!" He ran into the bedroom where you were resting. "I have an idea for us."
"Mm what is it Kook?"
"Let me be your hard dom."
Eyes shooting open You looked at your boyfriend standing in the doorway. "Say that again?"
Walking up to your bed, he sat down next to you. "Well you know bdsm stuff….?"
"Yeah I know. But you wanna be my dom all the sudden? We don't usually do that baby."
"Yes but, I watched something with the guys where the male lead was this really tough guy and he made the female lead his bitch."
"Jungkook!"
"Sorry sorry. He made the girl his sub. Anyway-"
"This is why I don't come to movie night with you anymore. You men are always watching something horny."
"Babe, not fair. Jimin and Jin chose it. The rest of us didn't have much choice."
"You enjoyed yourself though didn't you? Seeing as you're so anxious to recreate some of those scenes."
"Please baby? Just once?" He gave you those eyes. Yes those ones. The big doe ones that made your heart sink 20 meters in your chest.
"Alright fine," you gave up. "Is there something you want me to call you?"
"Daddy, master, or sir. You can choose." He grinned at you.
"Kookie-"
"No! Not kookie, too cute. Gotta be something manly. Let's just go with daddy okay?"
You chuckled at him a bit before nodding. "Okay daddy. We need a safeword."
"How about, Jungkook's big dick?"
"What the hell are you on? No. Let's just do red."
"Fine. But i want you to tell me i have a big dick."
"Later Kook."
"No, now!
"Oh god you're---fine you have a big dick daddy. What do you want me to do next?"
"Wait here, I'll be right back." Leaping off the bed he ran over to his dresser and took out a small item.
"Did you-you bought handcuffs? Shit. You're serious about this." You swore a laugh was going to burst out of you. He's just so cute.
"Of course, I'm not playing around with you anymore. Got it y/N?"
"Oh yes officer." You teased.
"ITS DADDY!"
Shit now he did it. You were laughing so hard the tears were coming out of your eyes.
"God damn baby, it's not funny. Can't you see I'm trying to do something here?"
"Ok ok I'll be good." You put a hand over your mouth in an attempt to calm down.
"Actually," Jungkook paused. "Can you be a little naughty so then I can punish you?"
"Jungkook!"
"What? I wanna be your brat tamer too."
"Kook, doms dont usually just say 'i wanna be your brat tamer'. They just do it…you know?"
"Well how am I supposed to do it if you're gonna behave yourself so well?" He whined.
"You gotta, you know…make me act up."
"Like lick your pussy or something and tell you not to come? But you come anyway so i turn you over and spank your ass?"
"Oh my god, what kind of a bdsm movie did you watch my sweet little devil?"
"A hot one now put your hands above your head."
Deciding to indulge him a little, you lifted your wrists.
"Listen here y/n. I'm in charge so no doing bad things okay?" He moved to put the cuffs on you but stopped at your reply.
"I thought you said you wanted me to be naughty for you?"
"Babe. You're supposed to be a brat and tell me to make you." He grunted.
"Oh sorry. If you want me to be good, you're going to have to make me daddy."
"Ok pause, its not the same as the movie. Maybe this was a bad idea."
Lowering your hands you sighed soft.
"Kook-baby this can be really hot but we gotta spice it up a little. Get a little creative huh? You want me to take over?"
"No! I'm in charge." His eyes practically bugged out of his head.
"Ok ok, easy tiger."
"Let's start over, okay?"
A moment passed before Jungkook started another session of playing your dom.
"Fuck look at you, all ready for daddy to ruin you."
"With all due respect daddy, I'm still fully clothed. I'm in my damn jammies too. How is this turning you on?"
"They're sexy jammies okay?!" Jungkook fisted the bed in frustration.
"Jungkook this is getting out of hand. Here let me slip into something else for you and mommy will take care of you. Okay?"
"Uh uh…I'm mommy tonight. I mean daddy. Fuck."
"Oh for the love to god, Jungkook just kiss me. You're so fucking cute right now."
"I'm not cute, I'm dadd-"
Cutting him off you jumped into him, held his face between your hands, and kissed those pouty lips of his. They tasted so good. Was he eating strawberries or was that just him?
"Let me take care of you." You mumbled between kisses.
He groaned. "But-"
"Shh I know. How about we play mommy and daddy huh?"
"Not the same. We don't have a baby."
You smiled at him. "I didn't quite mean it like that but…we can pretend to have one if you want."
Pulling you closer he began gently grazing his lips against the curve of your neck. You tilted you head to let him have more space. You moaned softly when he kissed the delicate bit of skin.
"So what do you say? Want to shift gears?"
Pulling back off your neck he looked into your eyes before they suddenly darkened.
"No."
And that's all he said before pushing you on your back.
"Yah daddy, daddy fuck."
"See baby, I can be your dom any day, any time." He groaned as his cock continued ramming into your sex.
"Ah yes yes I see it. You're very manly. Fuck!"
"I knew you'd come around. Look at you sweating all over my cock. Tell daddy how good he's making you feel."
"Mm Jungkook-Ah!"
A firm spank landed on the side if your ass in that moment. "What'd I say about calling me by my name huh?"
"I'm sorry Daddy. I won't do it again."
"Won't do it again? You said that the last time." He barked, pulling out of you. "Turn around and put your ass up. I'm gonna fuck that negligence out of you."
You groaned at the loss of contact but managed to do as he said. Once you were situated, he shoved his member back into your folds and thrusted it back and forth until the whole bed was shaking. His form molded with your own just right.
"Daddy!"
"That's right, don't forget it."
His movements in you quickened in you.
"I'm gonna come!" You screamed.
"Yeah? Well you're gonna have to hold it because daddy's not quite there yet."
"I can't! Jung-daddy please."
"You can do it baby. I know you can. Just a second more. I'm so close. I promise."
"Shit, hurry up!"
Jungkook was now jack hammering into you like a little energizer bunny until he finally was at his high.
"Oh shit here it comes baby. Come, come all over this cock!"
And with that the both of you had your release. He relaxed into you monetarily before sliding out of you and off your back. You turned over to lean against the headboard. Nothing but heavy panting filled the room but then your boyfriend piped back up.
"So, can I go down on you again? And can you call me sir this time?"
A/N: 💕
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cinnamon bliss ● bonus chapter ● 002: mistletoe kisses
➬ Subtitle | Cinnamon Bliss: bonus chapter 002 — mistletoe kisses
➬ Summary | Christmas comes early this year in Cinnamon Bliss, and you welcome its warmth with open arms, just as you had welcomed the new presence of love in your life. For the first time after so long, you no longer feel the cold despair of winter piercing through your heart. Not when he fills the void and all the crevices with his warm love. This year, you promise to be nice to him and return the favour, only to find that he is determined to make it into this year’s naughty list. And he is going to make sure that you will be there to join him.
↳ Pairings | Seokjin x reader
↳ Genre | Single Dad!Jin, Cafe Owner!reader, Fluff, Smut
↳ Ratings & Warning | +18 / M for Mature; mention of alcohol consumption, mention of past trauma, naughty Seokjin, lots of kissing, making out, minor food play, teasing, explicit smut/sex scenes, including: public sex, sensory play, rough sex, unprotected sex, breast play, breast fondling, groping, clothed foreplay, clothed sex, nipple play/biting, fingering, masturbation (solo, both female and male, minor), clit play, light bondage/restraint, implied creampie
↳ Word count | 10,6k words (I have no idea how this happened, sorry)
↳ Cinnamon Bliss: series masterpost | Main Masterlist
↳ Author/Posting date | @yoonia / Dec 8th, 2022
↳ Author’s note | This piece has been sitting in my draft for a long time. I didn’t want it to waste and I was missing these two a lot after some people keep mentioning the story, so I figured it would be the perfect timing to share it now to celebrate Jin’s birthday (even if it’s a few days late. I’m sorry, Jin). If you’re familiar with my other fics (especially the ones involving Yoongi), you might be able to find the easter egg that I hid within this story. Consider it my surprise gift for you. Have fun reading!
The sound of the cold wind blowing outside of your shop fades just as the front door closes. The jingle sound of the bell hanging above the door as it falls shut seems to echo a bit louder than normal across the seating area before everything falls silent.
In the past, this silence would have felt so deafening that it would bring you nothing but sorrow. The cold winter would have been piercing through your heart right the moment you were left on your own, and it would have become the reason why you were searching for solitude right here in your back kitchen during those winter nights, hoping to find warmth from your running ovens and the joy of creating your baked goods.
But everything is different this year.
The winter no longer brings an empty void in your chest. The warmth surrounding you as you continue working in the kitchen is not the only one that has melted your cold heart for the season. And the smile that had come to your face after your last conversation with Naeun has yet to fade even after she stepped out of the shop moments ago.
For once in your life, you welcome the cold season lightheartedly.
You even find yourself humming as you slowly work on baking, enjoying this serene moment not with a fractured heart, but with one that is filled with hope and warm love instead. You revel in the serene moment as much as you could. It always feels comforting and easy as you move around the kitchen to do your work. The repetitive act you do in the kitchen becomes therapeutic that you always end up losing track of time. That is exactly what you are feeling now, as you move from one oven to another, pulling out the pans filled with freshly baked buns from the running oven before moving to heat up the next one, never once missing a pace as you return to the counter to finish the other tasks. You have one last batch left to bake, and while you let it rest and rise on the counter a bit longer, you carry on to finish the icing for the cake that you had baked earlier with Naeun before you had to let her go so she could enjoy the weekend.
It was a good thing that you had decided to close the shop way before the evening rush would start coming in. It has given you the additional time you needed to do the extra work while giving the girls a chance to have a free night.
You figured it would have only been fair to them as you have your own personal reason to close up the shop much earlier than usual today. It was also the reason why you are still busy in the kitchen once everyone had left, and why you are putting an effort to make these extra last-minute batches of baked goods.
Today is a special day.
So special that it didn’t matter if you had a long, busy day at the shop and encountered a bit rush in the afternoon because of it. The only thing you are feeling now is excitement and joy, while you are also hopeful that you will be able to make someone happy on his special day.
Just as you are putting the final batch of cinnamon rolls into the pre-heated oven, you can hear the jingle sound of the bell from the front door ringing once more. Thinking that it might be Naeun who came back to grab something she may have forgotten, you don’t bother to rush out to see who it is. But as minutes go by and nobody comes walking through the door, you start to grow wary about it.
After making a quick final check on the oven and setting up the timer, you turn away, hurriedly making your way out of the back kitchen while rubbing your hands clean down your waist apron and making sure that your blouse is tidy and presentable. You make haste, worrying that a customer may have failed to notice the ‘close’ sign or that one of the waitresses had forgotten to put up the sign and lock the doors on their way out.
“Hello?” you call out towards the dimly lit room as you cross the room to the front. Yet the moment you recognise the person standing in the seating area, your uneasiness quickly calms down.
It doesn’t matter how much time has passed, your heart still beats like crazy whenever you see him. The love that you feel blooming inside you whenever you look at him almost seems unreal and it doesn’t seem to be fading away anytime soon. Even his whole presence seems almost too good to be true, as he is standing there right in the middle of the room, surrounded by nothing but empty seats and tables. The main lights in the shop have been turned off when everyone else left the shop. Yet the room isn’t left completely dark, still illuminated by the lights coming from outside and from the display counter that you had left on, added with the sparkles coming from the decorations that the girls had put up since winter came.
Still busy looking around him with eyes full of awe, Seokjin has yet to notice you there, completely oblivious to how easily he takes your breath away simply by watching him in complete silence.
Just as you come around the display counter, he finally turns to notice you and smiles. “Isn’t it a bit too early for Christmas?” he asks you while pointing at the decoration hanging on the walls and the large windows, filling your modest shop with lavish colours to bring in the holiday festive mood.
Laughing softly, you can only shrug as you walk over to him. “Have you seen the other shops around us? They already started putting up decorations since the last week of November to draw more customers. The entire block looks like Christmas town,” you tell him with your hand waving around, pointing at all the decorations around you which he was marvelling at. “The girls got jealous after seeing all the other shops looking all fancy and joyful for the holiday season, so Naeun insisted that we join them and light up the place too. They seemed so excited about it, so what else could I do? They did get a bit carried away for a bit, though. I barely managed to stop them from bringing in a massive tree and got them to choose a smaller one.”
The entire time you were talking, never once did Seokjin look away from you. His eyes are warm when he smiles and says, “The place looks lovely. I think they did a great job changing things up. Not too fancy, but joyful enough for winter.”
Seokjin turns to take another look at the seating area. A smile appears on his face just as his eyes fall on the corner seat that he and Soojin have been frequently using ever since they first came into the shop. Following his gaze, your heart flutters, just like how it always does when you catch the sight of that special seat, as you are always reminded of your own beautiful memory of how your friendship bloomed into the deep bond that you have today.
Even the way he looks tonight reminds you of your first encounter, making your heart flutter when you look at him again. The winter outside has yet to reach its peak. Yet while he is not wearing his long winter coat just yet, the short black winter jacket he is wearing still reminds you of the long black coat that he was wearing the first day he came through that door.
The dust of snow clinging to his broad shoulders and the hem of his jacket, the way he tugs on the jacket when he pushes his hand into its pocket, and how the jacket makes him appear stronger and taller as it fits perfectly on his body—the sight brings you back to the moment he first stood came into your shop with his daughter in his arms with the dust of snow clinging on his dark coat. You look down at the buttoned-up shirt that he is wearing underneath his jacket, partly covered by the hand-knitted scarves he is wearing around his neck, and remember that he has just gotten out of the office before coming here.
Just about an hour later than usual, you realise, and you cannot help but smile when you think about the reason why.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I thought we were planning to meet at your parents’ place?” you ask him once he is done marvelling at the place, reminding him of the original plan that you had made with him earlier this afternoon.
As today is his special day, his parents had arranged a birthday dinner for him and invited you to come along to celebrate together. It has been months since you started officially dating, and Seokjin has always been open with his family about your relationship since day one. The fact that Soojin has always talked about you whenever she was spending time with her grandparents had only added to their curiosity even further that it didn’t take long before he finally took you home to meet them.
Ever since the first meeting, his family welcomed you with open arms. The baked goods that you brought them on that first family dinner certainly helped melt the ice while Seokjin was introducing you to everyone, but it was Soojin who did all the work to let everyone in the room know how special you were to her. The memory of that first meeting brings a smile to your face each time it comes back to you, and all the nerves that you may have felt about meeting them again tonight simply fade into hope.
Seokjin pulls his hand out of his pocket to take your hand in his, bringing your attention back to him. “I just couldn’t wait to see you,” he says with a shrug, making you smile even wider. He has always been honest about his thoughts and feelings, and he seems to enjoy making your heart flutter by doing so. “And the surprise party ended earlier than I had thought it would. The managers probably worried about having to pay overtime if anyone stayed longer.”
You smile at him just as he mentioned the office party. It was a little over an hour before he was supposed to leave work when he called, sounding completely bewildered as he told you about the surprise party that his co-workers were giving him to celebrate his birthday. “It was so nice of them to throw a party for you.”
He grins. “It was a nice surprise. Too bad you couldn’t be there, though,” he playfully whines while pouting. During his call earlier, while he was telling you that he might be getting off late from the office due to the party, his friends had urged him to invite you to join them. Even his friend, Jaehwan, had offered to pick you up from the shop. But with the plan of closing business early, the shop became extremely busy during rush hour that you couldn’t easily get away.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” you tell him while smiling apologetically to him. “The moment we put up an announcement that we’re closing a few hours earlier than we normally would, we immediately got a long line of people buying stuff to take home all afternoon. The shop got so busy that we all got our hands full. I was lucky enough that I still got a chance to sneak out and pick up Soojin at the school on time.”
“Oh, right. I’m sorry for giving you so much trouble today,” he groans, only remembering now that you had taken care of his daughter while he was also busy at work. For the past month, due to his work getting extremely busy towards the end of the year, both of you have been taking turns picking up Soojin. She would later either spend the rest of the afternoon waiting for her father to finish work at her grandparents’ or at your shop whenever business isn’t too crowded. It takes a lot of adjusting to do on your part to juggle between managing the bakery and caring for her, but you have always enjoyed spending every moment you have shared with her that you have no complaints about it at all.
That’s why you only wave him off. “It was nothing. Though she did try to argue with me and begged to come back with me to the shop instead of going straight to her grandparents,” you tell him, laughing softly when you remember Soojin sulking a little when you refused to let her stay with you. It’s even more adorable to think about it now, realising now that she looks just like her father when she was pouting her lips while arguing with you. “It took a lot of convincing until she finally gave in. Though it might have had something to do with the oatmeal cookies I brought with me to bribe her.”
“Thank you for putting up with my spoiled girl,” he says, chuckling softly as he imagines you dealing with his little girl. He has always admitted that Soojin can be a handful sometimes, despite being a bit more mature for her age, but you have always put up with her so many times that Seokjin is always left in awe. There is a hint of admiration in his eyes when he puts his arms around your waist, pulling you to him. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me out with her today. And also for tonight. You’re still busy finishing up?”
You nod a little while hiding your face from him. He draws out this reaction from you so easily regardless of how many times he does it. All he has to do is look at you with those sweet, attentive eyes, and your cheeks would grow warm, your chest would flutter, rarely could you ever hide it from him that he would do it more deliberately just to make it last longer for him to enjoy.
“Just one more batch to finish up before we can head out. Naeun helped me finish more than half of what needed to be done before she left so I got a lot of them covered.” You smile as you recall nearly pushing Naeun away when she had insisted to stay and help. But you had been so determined to give her the break she needed and handle everything on your own that you didn’t give in. You didn’t mind the extra work either when you had every intention to do something nice for the birthday boy, something that he deserves to have for being an amazing lover to you and a great dad for Soojin. At least, that was your intention when you first offered to make the birthday cake yourself rather than have his mother buy one for him.
The additional cinnamon bread rolls that you have been making on the side, however, had more to do with Soojin’s special wish.
Looking up at him, a naughty thought comes to mind, something to pay him back for getting you all flustered by his subtle gestures. Leaning in, you playfully run a finger down his chest and murmur softly, “It’s a lot of hard work, especially after all the rush we’ve gotten today. But I can think of ways for you to make it up for me.”
“Is that so? Hmmm, I think I might have a good idea where to start,” he asks you with a smirk on his face, showing you the opposite reaction to what you had intended. With a mischievous smile on his face, he takes a step backwards, tugging you along with him until you are pressed to his chest when he suddenly points up above his head. “Oh, look. A mistletoe. What a coincidence.”
You look up, noticing the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, perfectly placed right above your head. You roll your eyes and laugh. “I guess that means I get to win a kiss?”
“I don’t mind it,” he says, grinning. “And I do owe you one already for being such an amazing girlfriend.”
Immediately, your face grows hot yet again thanks to his compliment. You don’t even get the chance to dwell on it when Seokjin leans in to kiss your lips softly. His lips feel warm and velvety against yours, something that has always become the reason why you love kissing him so much. But the moment your lips mesh together and you feel his tongue licking out to graze yours in an open-mouthed kiss, you find an acquired taste lingering there.
“Hmmm…rum,” you hum softly against his lips the moment you come apart, and you feel him smiling just before he steals one last chaste kiss from you.
With a soft chuckle, Seokjin pulls away. “Apparently, the company’s rules about alcohol prohibition don’t apply when someone at the office was having a birthday and everyone was celebrating,” he jokingly says, and you quickly find that the taste of alcohol and rum on his lips and tongue are not the only things he had gotten from his party. Now that you are able to look at him up close, you finally notice all the things that the dim light around him had failed to show you.
He may have seemed put together at one glance, but being this close allows you to see his eyes—the glossy look he is giving you, the bedroom eyes that would only appear when he is slightly inebriated, his crooked smile, and the way he sways a little under your weight when you lean further into his chest.
No wonder he’s been awfully playful and flirty since he got here, you wonder, only now seeing through his effort to hide his tipsiness from you.
Resisting a smile, you playfully pout at him. “Aw, too bad,” you release a dramatic sigh. “And I was hoping that you can lend me a hand so we can speed things up and leave quickly.”
Laughing, Seokjin tries to tickle you, knowing that you’re just teasing him. “Hey! I’m not drunk. I only had a couple of shots. Just let me burn the alcohol for a few minutes and I’ll help you with anything you need.”
“Fine. I was just teasing you.” You lift yourself up on your tiptoes to kiss the corner of his lips, and that is when a sudden chill runs through your veins. You quickly glance over his shoulder, looking far out the front window to search for his car. Dread overcomes you at the thought of him driving by himself all the way here after having a few drinks. The faint memory of your past accident comes flashing through your mind. The images vanish in a blink of an eye, yet the awful feeling lingers in your chest.
As if he knows what you are thinking as you grow tense in his arms, Seokjin brushes a thumb across your cheek, drawing your attention back to him.
“Baby, hey—look at me.” It takes a moment, but you draw a deep breath and finally focus on him again. “I didn’t drive here, if that’s what you’re worried about. I didn’t have that much to drink, but I still figured I shouldn’t drive. Jaehwan drove me here.”
With a sigh of relief, you slowly calm down. “That’s—good. Wonderful.” You smile at him. “So how are we supposed to go to your parent's house?”
“I was thinking that we can call a cab, or order an Uber. That’s also why I decided to have him drop me here. If we were both going there by taxi or Uber anyway, why not ride together?” he points out, drawing a smile to your face.
“Oh, you’re probably right. And it is good that you’re here, actually. I would’ve needed some extra hands, not just to finish the final baking and packing things up, but also to carry your birthday cake and a couple of batches of cinnamon rolls that I’m bringing in for dessert.”
Seokjin raises his eyebrows. “Sweet bread for dinner, huh?” he asks, and all you need to do is nod your head before it finally dawns on him. “Ah, Soojin’s request?”
You cannot help but smile as you think about that sweet girl, and how she was practically begging you to bring in her favourite bread rolls tonight. “She said that everyone wanted to try the cinnamon rolls that she loves so much.”
“Uh-hum, and who is this ‘everyone’ we’re talking about?”
Your grin widens as you recall her exact words, listing all the people that Soojin had been hard selling your cinnamon dessert to, “Her cousins, her uncle and aunt, Granddaddy and Grammy, and she was sure that Daddy would love to have some right after dinner.”
Seokjin can only shake his head. “I’m sorry. She’s been hard selling your baked goods whenever she’s with her grandparents,” he chuckles softly, and then his gaze turns warm when he says, “But I think my little princess has gotten you wrapped around her pretty little fingers to make it so easy for you to grant her wishes.”
Thinking about Soojin, your chest is immediately filled with warmth and a deep kind of love that almost matches the one you have for him. “She certainly has,” you whisper. “Since day one.”
Moments later, Seokjin joins you in the back kitchen.
You had just finished icing his birthday cake and all you need to do is to place it in the box that you had prepared. While you are working on this, you had sat Seokjin down on the other side of the work counter where he could sit down with his hot chocolate—which he had sneakily added a few drops of rum into as his birthday treat—so he wouldn’t be able to take a sneak peek of the special surprise that you have added onto his cake.
“Are you sure you don’t need my help for that?” you hear him asking teasingly, yet you keep your eyes on the cake, making sure to be careful with it to not ruin the result of your hard work. Once the cake is perfectly secured in the box, you clap your hands together and proudly cheer,
“Done! See? I’m good at this.”
“Alright, I shouldn’t have doubted you,” he laughs while raising his hands up. As you gently place the box of cake together with the other boxes you finished packing up, Seokjin takes the time to look around. You see a grin on his face when you return to him. “This reminds me of back in summer, back on Soojin’s birthday. Do you remember?”
You raise your eyebrows at his question, wondering what he means by it. Though it only takes a glimpse at the mirth dancing in his gaze for the memories of that summer to return to you.
Once again, your face heats up, but for a reason this time, as you remember what had happened then. It was Soojin’s birthday in the summer, and you had both decided to throw a small party. The idea to surprise her with a special cake which was made by the two of you had come from Seokjin. He came to your apartment for a quick baking lesson on your day off, hoping that the privacy of your home would make him feel more comfortable to learn rather than have him come to the shop.
It was a good day, both of you had been in good spirits, feeling joyful and excited as you showed him all the steps and he was following them so easily. Until things took a swift turn. It had started with him being playful, making a mess here and there as he teased you with the flour and cream and spilled them to your skin and his body instead of the mixing bowl. The messy event had then led you to take a shower to clean up and, of course, he was there to join you to ‘help out.’ Just as your mind flies back to what happened right after that moment, your head spins and not only your face begins to heat up, your body is beginning to feel the same way.
Trying to hide your reaction, you turn away from him and pay more attention to the last running oven still baking the last pan of bread rolls. You still have your eyes on the timer when he slinks away to get behind you, and you don’t notice him there until he suddenly comes a bit too close to your back.
“What’s next? What else are you still working on?” he asks, surprising you with his hands on your shoulders. You jump in the spot and gasp, quickly laughing to cover it up. Turns out that getting your mind in the gutter is enough to make your body grow sensitive to his touch.
“Um—all we need is to wait for this one to finish baking. We still have about thirty to forty minutes left before it’s done,” you tell him while keeping your eyes on the oven and silently hoping that your heartbeat would start to calm down before he notices anything.
Instead of walking away, Seokjin remains where he is and moves his hand down to your waist. While you are busy trying to stay calm, he lifts his other hand to look at his watch and comments, “Well, we have about an hour before dinner starts so we have enough time. Did you say something about cleaning up before leaving? Want me to help?”
You look over your shoulder and smile at him. “You’re getting bored back here, aren’t you?”
“Guilty,” he says, grinning. “I feel like I’d be more useful if I’m doing something, but you didn’t even let me help.”
You turn and gently smack his chest jokingly. “I told you, you’re not supposed to see the cake until later,” you remind him, biting your lips when you think about the writings you put on the top of the cake.
‘Happy Birthday, Daddy of the Year.’
It sounds so innocent when anyone would think of the message as something that comes from Soojin. But knowing him, it wouldn’t be surprising if he reads ‘Daddy’ with a double entendre, especially once he sees the wink and heart symbol following the message.
Clearing your throat before you start laughing, you point at the boxes of cinnamon rolls that are ready to be taken away. “You’re welcome to help me carry the boxes later. It doesn’t seem much but it’s quite heavy once the boxes are full. I’m adding this extra batch because I ran out of Soojin’s favourite when we were closing.”
Looking away from the boxes of cake and dessert, you grimace at the sight of the work counter behind you and Seokjin, noticing the mess that you have created in your rush. The counter’s surface is half covered with flour, powdered sugar, and a dust of cinnamon powder that had been left behind from all the preparation and baking process. You have put away all the boxes of ingredients and unused baking pans back in the cabinets, yet you have yet to clear away the used piping bags, the empty containers and the leftover parchment papers still piling on the corner of the counter. Sighing, you nod and murmur almost to yourself, “Yeah, you’re right. Cleaning this place up also sounds like a good idea.”
Seeing that you don’t have much time to waste, you move to start putting away the trash and wash all the used pans while Seokjin goes on to wipe the counter clean. For a brief moment, you manage to work together to tidy up the place in silence. Yet it doesn’t take long before Seokjin returns to his mischievous ways and starts trying to grab your attention again.
You are in the middle of setting aside the cleaned pans when he turns to you, shaking the rag he has been using to clean and letting the dust of flour drop into the sink. All the flour had gotten to his hands that they turned white, yet he doesn’t seem to mind it at all. In fact, he seems amused for some reason as he looks down at his dirty hands with a smile on his face. It’s a good thing that he had put away his jacket and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, keeping his clothes away from all the powder coating his skin. Yet this look seems to stir something inside you, when your stomach flutters seeing how casual he looks while being around you.
“This takes us back to that time, doesn’t it?” he asks while waving his fingers at you, and trying to reach out to spread the flour in his hands to your skin.
“Are you talking about that again?” You laugh at him and try to avoid his touch, though it doesn’t stop him from diving forward and blowing the flour towards you. You try to escape, only for him to scoop the nearest layer of powder on the counter which he has yet to wipe clean. “Stop it. You’re supposed to be cleaning this up instead of making more mess out of it.”
Laughing at his antics, you fail to dodge him when he suddenly traps you against the counter, stopping you from running away so he could start spreading the flour in his fingers on your face and hair. “Gotcha. Oh, see? Here we are again. You and I, the counter, with flour on our hair and face,” he teases you, throwing the useless rag away and resting his hands on either side of your body, trapping you between him and the counter behind you.
Shaking your head, you can only sigh and wrap your arms around his neck. Both of your faces are pretty much stained with flour now from him playing around. “Should’ve expected that you would be playing with food once Soojin isn’t around.”
Seokjin responds with a soft chuckle. “I’ve been a good influence for my baby girl. But a man should be bad once in a while,” he whispers in a low voice and leans in, ready to kiss your lips. But right as he is about to move, something catches his attention from the corner of his eyes and he looks up, immediately laughing. “And, of course, we also have a mistletoe hanging in the kitchen. Your friend is really keeping the Christmas spirit strong this year, huh?”
You quickly look up. Sure enough, there is a small mistletoe hanging right above your head. Similar to the ones you see at the front shop. Your head falls back as you laugh, picturing Naeun sneaking into the kitchen while everyone else was busy just to put this one up. “We still got a few pieces left when Naeun and the girls were done. She said something about the kitchen looking too plain compared to the seating area. She talked about putting up some here in the back and in the office before she left, but I didn’t know that she had actually done it.”
Chuckling softly, Seokjin leans closer. You don’t even have to read his mind to see what he is up to. “I love how creative your friend is,” he murmurs as his lips come brushing against yours. “Because now I have a good reason to kiss you.”
Before you have any chance to react, he presses his lips on yours, making good of his words to kiss you. This time, however, unlike the kiss that you shared earlier which had been soft and quite innocent when it comes to tipsy Seokjin, this one heats up right the moment your lips make contact with one another. You respond with a light gasp as he deepens the kiss, allowing him to slip his tongue in.
While you let him devour you, his hands move away from the counter to find your hips. Your whole body arches into him when he gives you a tight grip, and then he easily draws out a moan that comes from your throat when his hands and fingers begin to roam around, feeling up the curves of your hips and waist before travelling back down, and down, ending right at the hem of your short skirt that falls merely a few inches away from the under curves of your bottom. He palms the soft flesh of your butt from over your skirt for a brief moment and lets out a deep groan when the tips of his fingers curl beneath it to find your skin.
He breaks off the kiss just then, though he makes no move to pull away. You open your eyes to look up at him only to find him closing his, suddenly looking tense and slightly disturbed. “What’s wrong?” you breathlessly ask him, which only earns another soft groan from him.
Seokjin pulls one hand away and pinches the bridge of his nose, laughing deeply. “Nothing, I just—” he sheepishly says to you. The moment he opens his eyes, there is something in his gaze that makes you feel hot inside. You have no idea why until he continues, “I just had the sudden image of you, standing here, wearing this apron—” he starts, looking down at your body with a sigh, his gaze stops at the waist apron covering your silky skirt. He gently pulls you into his arms and bends down. He starts kissing your neck, pressing soft and gentle kisses as he works his way up to your jaw while whispering, “—and nothing else but this apron.”
You can feel a gasp coming out of you before you can stop it. The sound comes not only from the hot kisses he is giving on your skin, but also from the soft shudders that he brings out of your body. “Hmmm, naughty boy. Is that the rum talking?”
Kissing the area right beneath your earlobe, Seokjin softly laughs, his voice is deep when he says, “Maybe I just want to be naughty this year.”
You have no idea what causes you to react after that. Perhaps it was hearing his naughty words, or perhaps it was the feeling that he is stirring from within you with both his teases and his kisses. Your hand seems to have its own mind as you reach down between you, gently resting your palm on his covered bulge that has been poking at you since he first started pressing his body against yours.
“I can tell,” you whisper to him, sighing softly when your body shudders just by feeling the firm hard-on he is sporting beneath his trousers. Keeping your eyes on him, you begin stroking him from over his pants and he immediately reacts, moaning softly while slowly bucking his hips into your palm.
“Be careful, baby. You might start something,” he complains, yet he makes no move to stop you. Instead, he opens his eyes to look at your face as he continues rocking his hips, while his hands return to your body, palming more aggressively down your skirt until his fingers start brushing the skin underneath.
“You started it first,” you scold him and tease him back by leaning up, pressing your lips on the column of his throat. You can feel him swallowing hard, and his hands holding down firmly on your thighs just as his chest shudders with his deep breath.
“That’s it—” is the last thing you hear from him before he suddenly hoists you up onto the counter. “You asked for it.”
You are completely caught off guard by his sudden move that you can barely react. But that soon changes when he pulls you towards him until you are resting right on the edge of the counter. “How much time do we have again?”
“Not much,” you whisper to him, unable to control your breath when your heartbeat is racing. With your new position, you have your legs spread open, your skirt pulled up nearly to your hips, exposing your still-covered center which allows you to feel the heat brewing between your legs.
“Better make this quick, then,” he quickly says before kissing your neck again. His hands reach around your back, nearly shaking as he tries to untie your apron. “I really don’t want to take this thing off.”
“Then don’t,” you whisper back to him, gently pushing him away. He pulls back immediately, looking at you with wide eyes and slightly disappointed. You realise then that he probably thinks that you are trying to stop him from going further, so you pull up your skirt and the hem of your apron further and pull him back towards you. “Keep them on. There’s not enough time. Just make sure you’re not making a mess of my clothes. I didn’t bring any set of change for dinner.”
Seokjin’s grin returns to his face, and so does the hunger in his eyes as he comes back to you. The next moment, your lips come together in a heated kiss, while his hands roam down your body, feeling you up and touching you from over your clothes. He pulls away from the kiss and starts working his way down, kissing your neck as your head falls back the moment he palms your covered breasts. His lips return to yours as he starts fondling your breasts from over your blouse, before suddenly stopping.
“It’s okay to take these off, right?” he asks you with a shuddering breath as his fingers find the buttons on your blouse and gives them a light pull.
You barely manage to voice out an answer when he starts to gently unbutton your top. His hands are shaking as he is doing it, showing you how much he is holding back from ripping the thing off of you. He finishes quickly and opens your blouse. A gasp slips out of him once his eyes fall on the lacy lingerie top you are wearing underneath.
“Fuck, baby. Don’t tell me you’re wearing this for me,” he breathlessly says, causing you to giggle sheepishly at him.
“I guess you’re opening your birthday gift a bit early,” you whisper to him before biting your lips, loving how your words seem to please him.
Running his hands up your torso, Seokjin bends low. He starts trailing his lips across your collarbone, almost looking like he wants to take his time with you. Until his hands come up to your breasts. He palms your mounds for a moment from over your lacy bra, kneading them gently until your whole body trembles as the heat within you rise to its peak, then he slips his fingers under the lace and tugs the cups down, resting them under the curves of your breasts.
“I’m going to enjoy this as an appetizer,” he murmurs against your skin as he makes his way down. His fingers find your nipples and he starts tweaking them gently, causing your whole body to rock as each bud grows hard under his touch. “Don’t think we’re done once we finish things up here, because we’ll continue this further later once we’re alone so I can take my time with you,” he continues whispering to you between each kiss that he lands on your skin, and then your breath hitches when you feel his lips brushing against your nipple.
“But for now, I’m going to enjoy this as much as I can.” Before he even finishes his words, his mouth captures one nipple, sucking it hard to draw your moans, and then he moves to the other side to do the same thing. He continues, repeating it by going from one side to another without taking a break. He seems to be in a rush, yet doing it unhurriedly at the same time when he works on your breasts, altering between sucking, rolling his tongue, and kissing gently around your sensitive nipples.
While you are overwhelmed with the sensation he is giving you with his mouth and tongue, he moves his hands down, reaching lower, using this chance to slip his hand between your legs. Right as he gives your nipple one light bite, his fingers brush against your covered heat. He easily finds the crevice between your folds and presses against it, drawing your cries of pleasure.
“You’re so wet,” he groans, pulling away from your breast so he could look down. His eyes are burning with clear desire as he watches himself rubbing your pussy through your lacy panties. The more he feels your wetness pooling under his touch, the more he rubs against it. He moves his fingers up and down your pussy until he feels where your clit is hidden and circles around it, and your body responds to him by rocking on the counter, pressing against his touch to ease the pulses you feel rising within you. “Fuck, I love you in this thing. I better get to have a good look of you in it later.”
“Later, I’ll let you see everything,” you moan as you feel him touching right where you need him to. But you still want more. “Touch me, Jin. Please.”
Wasting no time, Seokjin roughly tugs on your lacy panties and pulls them down your legs. The force that he is using to strip you down is not enough to rip the flimsy fabric apart, but it does leave a snap on your skin that seems to trigger something inside you. Something unfamiliar and new. You have no idea what to think of it, but the sensation that it brings onto your body makes you feel curious and excited to explore it further with him.
Later, you remind yourself of his promise to continue further, and your heartbeat picks up just by thinking about it.
Your body shudders, and you are pulled out of your thoughts as Seokjin runs his hands down your exposed thighs. You are still wearing both your skirt and the waist apron, both hiked all the way up to your waist at this point, giving him all the access to look between your legs. The coldness you feel building there becomes the evidence of your arousal, while the heat inside your pussy seems to escalate with each pulse of desire, and it only grows intense when Seokjin’s fingers keep coming close to your center.
He stops just before he could touch your throbbing core and pulls away from you. Your mouth falls open, ready to protest when you lose his touch, yet you are immediately silenced when he begins unbuttoning his shirt.
Time is running out, so you reach out to help him. Within moments he has his shirt open, revealing his bare chest that keeps heaving with his ragged breath. Both his pants and boxers are pushed down to his hips, freeing his hard shaft which appears hard and rigid and highly appetising that you unconsciously start licking your lips at the sight of it. You have never felt so hungry for his taste before, but there is a musky scent that is coming from him as he steps back closer to you which draws out your need. You clench your hands, stopping yourself from reaching out to touch him, yet he beats you to it anyway when he wraps his palm around his girth and begins stroking himself. He slides his hand up and down his length at a slow pace, while reaching out to touch your legs with the other. You still have your eyes locked on the head of his cock, noticing the drop of pre-cum that comes seeping from its slit, just as his fingers begin tracing a circle pattern right on the apex of your thigh.
“Spread your legs wider for me, baby,” he groans as he continues stroking his cock. His eyes look deep and sharp, and you can recognise his desire, his hunger, only that he isn’t hungry for any of the desserts that you have finished baking around you.
You do as he told, completely entranced with the way he is running his fingers on your skin. His hand moves down, tracing the side of your thigh before working its way to your back. He gently slides the bottom of your skirt upward and palms your bare bottom, pressing gently until you arch into his touch.
His big hand feels perfect against your skin. You revel in his touch as he guides you to lift your hips up from the counter, opening yourself up for him as he takes a step closer, positioning himself right between your parted legs. Giving himself a few more strokes, he then starts rubbing the thick head of his cock on your pussy.
“This is going to be fast, baby,” he mutters, his voice coming out so deep and low that the sound of your blood pumping through your head almost drowns his words. Nodding your head, you slide your fingers between your folds, making sure that you are wet enough and ready for him as he slowly aligns himself right at your pussy.
Your body shivers as he slides his cock between your folds, quickly replacing your fingers right after you move your hand away, and he begins sliding his cock up and down your slit, stroking against your wetness. With each stroke, you begin to anticipate that he would find your entrance and push his way inside you, except that he is choosing to make you wait rather than going straight into it. He brushes his cock against your clit, and your hips rise up from the counter, pushing into him.
“Jin, please. Fuck me, baby. I can’t wait any longer,” you start whining, all while rocking your hips on the counter, desperate to have him inside you.
“Who’s the naughty one now?” he gently mocks you, though he soon complies with your request.
He bucks his hips, and you feel him pressing his cock right at your entrance. With one hand holding your thigh open for him, he slowly pushes forward, sliding his cock into you and slowly burying himself inch by delicate inch. You gasp at the feeling of him filling you up, of your muscles getting stretched out as his thick cock invades your tight pussy walls. Once he has about half of his length buried inside you, Seokjin rocks his hips and pushes the rest of the way in with one hard push, drawing a sharp cry from you.
He waits until the tight pulses of your walls pressing around him begin to calm before he begins moving, going in and out of you with slow strokes. You look down, watching how his cock smoothly slides into you, disappearing between your folds and feeling him reaching deeper, all the way to the hilt of your pussy. You feel like you are in heaven when he keeps brushing and grazing all the right spots, his girth fitting perfectly well inside you. With your legs hanging around his waist, you take every thrust, every hard push, until the sparks you are feeling inside you grows more intense.
He pulls one hand back, only to return to touch your bare breast. Your head falls back when he begins to palm your mound, gently kneading your soft flesh almost simultaneously together with each thrust he gives into you. The sensation engulfing you starts becoming too much to handle as he plays with your breasts, teasing and rubbing them, while you take his pounding like a good girl.
“Keep your eyes open for me, baby,” he groans, drawing your focus to him. Opening your eyes, you watch him as he bends down, capturing your nipple into his mouth. Your face heats up as he begins rolling his tongue around your nipple, moving one side to another to give both breasts fair treatment. Your hand comes up, your fingers sink into his soft hair as you hold the back of his head, as if you can feel more by keeping him there and arching your body onto his face is still not enough.
The way your body is responding to him seems to be enough to entice him to go further. You can feel it too, as the shudders within your body continue to escalate and you are pulsing and clenching tightly around him. Seokjin pulls his head back, releasing your breast with a grunt and begins rocking his hips harder, increasing his pace as he thrusts and pounds his cock into you.
He gives you one hard thrust which knocks the air out of you, yet the pressure only gives you brief pain that quickly turns into pleasure. He continues to move, giving you more and more pleasure that feels so intense, while your voice grows louder, echoing across the room while you are lost in bliss. With both of your hands clinging onto his shoulders for dear life, you give in to the waves of pleasure that keep on rising, going up and up, until—
With a loud grunt, Seokjin pushes deeper into you and your body jolts slightly on top of the counter. You suddenly feel incredibly light, as if you are lifted off the surface, but as he gives you another push that sends your body falling backwards, the back of your skirt brushes against the cold counter and slips, forcing your whole body to lose balance and stumble back, taking Seokjin with you in your fall.
“Oh, shit—” he curses in his shock, though he manages to balance himself quickly. He wraps his arm around your waist to stop you from plummeting on your back and stops himself from falling over you by smacking his palm on the counter. Yet his hand slips an inch, shocking both of you.
“Damn it, guess I didn’t do a good job cleaning this place up,” he groans. He lifts his hand just then, showing you the white powder coating his palm.
You both laugh, realising that there is still a thin layer of flour or sugar right under your butt. “Oh, fuck,” he gasps. He slowly pulls out of you and helps you come down from the counter. The move happens so fast that you can barely react, though you quickly understand why he suddenly stops when he starts brushing his palm down the back of your skirt and blouse. “I promised not to ruin your clothes, didn’t I?”
“Well, yeah—” you murmur, still in disbelief. You can still feel the pulses from your impending orgasm in your body, slowly ebbing away. Your chest grows tight, feeling slightly disappointed that your friskiness is cut short so suddenly out of your—and his—clumsiness. Seokjin stops doing what he’s been doing when he notices your face, and then he looks down, catching you rubbing your legs together to erase the feeling of emptiness appearing inside you.
Seokjin chuckles softly with a deep voice and cups your face to kiss your pouting lips. “Relax, baby. I’m not done yet,” he whispers against your lips, smiling when he can see you breathing heavily again from the simple kiss he gave you. “Turn around. Thought you said you had to keep a close watch on the oven?”
Before you can react, he grabs your waist and turns your body around until you are facing the counter. Coincidentally making you face the oven that is still working hard to finish baking while trapping you back against the counter in a new position.
He bends you forward and stands behind you. With his hands, he hikes up your skirt back to its position on your waist until your bare bottom is presented to his eyes. With a soft groan escaping his lips, he gently palms your naked skin, making you shiver before reaching down between your legs. Using his knees, he nudges your legs, silently urging you to spread your legs apart for him. He then reaches down to touch your sensitive folds, rubbing his fingers up and down your slit to draw the sound of your moan before aligning himself back at your pussy. You rock back to welcome his touch, eager to have him back inside you again. His hand moves away, only to be replaced by his thick cock.
With one push, he is buried deep inside you once again. In this position, he seems to reach deeper and you feel even fuller with his presence. You are still sensitive after his rough pounding earlier that your muscles flutter around him, yet you are still wet enough to allow him to move easily, thus he begins his steady rocking, thrusting his cock in and out of you at the same pace as he did before.
With each stroke he gives you, he seems to be going further inside you, burying his whole length into your depth, and still, you cannot get enough of him. As he begins fucking you again, his hands move forward, grabbing your breasts. His hold on your soft flesh is firm as he increases his pace. Soon enough, he is fucking you harder, faster, causing the ripples of electricity running through your body to rise up into massive waves of pleasure.
A deep moan comes out of his lips as Seokjin bends down on your back, folding you further into the counter. You feel his warm breath falling against your neck. It draws out goosebumps on your skin, and your heart picks up further when he whispers, “Give me your hands.”
Driven by his voice, you let go of the tight grip you have kept on the edges of the counter and bring your hands together in front of you. He reaches out and grabs your wrists with his big hand, putting them together and pulling them forward, folding you further.
“Oh, god—” you cry out with a gasp, surprised to find how intense it feels as he slides back into you and you have nothing to hold onto.
“Does this hurt?” he softly asks. He keeps his hold on your wrists tight and firm, yet he slows down a bit with his thrusts, as if giving you enough time to adjust to this new position. Though he quickly picks up his pace again the moment you nod your head when you cannot find your voice to tell him to move.
It feels odd being bent at this angle, all while losing any bit of control with your hands being restrained in his hold. It makes you feel vulnerable, and your senses are suddenly heightened to the point that you can feel everything he is giving you—his wide girth spreading your pussy walls apart, how he keeps pushing further and deeper, how you can feel each of his thrust all the way up to your chest, how good it feels as he fills you up with his thick cock. You can even feel it when his cock throbs against your pussy each time he hits the deepest part of you, and you cannot miss the way your body moulds together so perfectly as you rock into each other.
All too soon, you feel your climax building up, rising so rapidly that you have no chance to stop it from erupting. Your muscles coil up at the first hint of its arrival, and your body begins to quiver, ready to go over the edge. You know that he can feel it coming too, and it seems like he is just as close to his release when you feel the twitch of his cock inside you. Without letting go of your wrists, he moves his hand down, reaching to your front to find your swollen clit and give it a light nudge. It sends an immediate spark right through you, and he repeats it again until your body keels over.
“Cum for me, baby. Come around my cock,” he groans between his rapid thrusts, and his words are enough to push you over, allowing you to let go and embrace your release, and you rock back to him, pushing him to join you at the same time.
You feel his body shuddering against yours, just as your entire body rocks with the waves of your orgasm rushing through you. With a few more thrusts, he finally sends you off to your climax. It feels so intense, so overwhelming, and it seems to ignite his own climax when you feel his pounding falters for a brief moment. Wave after wave of your orgasm comes rolling through you, pulsing through your body right where you are connected to each other, and it sends him off to his own release. You feel his warmth filling you up causing you to cry out his name. Your muscles are clenching tightly around him in return, milking him further to his last drop, and he just keeps on moving in and out of you at a steady pace, helping both of you ride the waves of your climax together until the pulses slowly wind down.
By the time he stops, your knees feel so weak. You are still distracted by the rush flowing down your body to notice him pulling back, taking you along with him before he pulls out. With his strong arm, he straightens you up against his chest, keeping you from falling while he soothes the skin on your wrists by rubbing circle patterns to help your blood flow normally again.
Neither of you says a thing, too preoccupied with trying to cool down and control your breathing. He watches you with a smile on his face as he helps you tidy up your clothes, then takes his turn to fix his own clothes only once you are done. Just as you open your mouth to speak, the sound of the timer echoes against the walls, notifying you that the baking is done.
“Right on time,” Seokjin chuckles softly. He kisses the nape of your neck before turning away. “Wait here,” he says as he walks around the counter to reach the oven. You watch in awe as he grabs your oven mitt to use it to pull the pan of freshly baked cinnamon rolls out of the oven. The wave of heat from the oven brushes past you for a brief moment, and he quickly shuts down the oven before setting the pan down on the counter to cool.
“Someone’s been a good student. You remember what to do. How nice,” you compliment him, earning a shrug from him.
“I got a good teacher.”
Once the high from the quickie winds down, you both rush to finish up and prepare to leave. He returns to his task, wiping the counter clean from the residue left behind from all the baking processes that he had missed and whatever is left from your carnal tryst.
Thinking about it feels naughty, but for some reason, you enjoyed every second of it. Your body shivers as you recall everything that happened, and you know that you will continue to be reminded of it when you can still feel the ghosts of his touch on your skin, when the faint pulses of your orgasm seem to linger, and you can still feel his essence dripping out of your pussy each time you move.
While he cleans, you finish packing all the baked goods, preparing them to go in the boxes that you had prepared. “I think we’re done. I’ve ordered the Uber too so we better get moving,” Seokjin says as he comes over to you, ready to accept the boxes that he needs to carry.
“We’re ready. I hope we won’t be late for your birthday dinner.”
Hearing this, he laughs softly while he expertly piles up a few boxes in his arms. “We won’t be, I promise,” he says, before leaning down to give your lips a sweet, chaste kiss.
Jin pulls back and catches you smiling as you look over his shoulders, when a sudden thought comes to your mind just as you picture yourself getting fucked against it. “What are you thinking right now?”
“Just remembered something that Naeun said earlier before she left,” you answer him with a grin on your face as you recall the conversation you had with Naeun earlier this morning. She had just returned from another bakery shop located just another block from here to have a meeting with its owner for an event. She had stayed there for a while longer to chat with her friends, the staff from the bakery who have been hanging out with Naeun and the other girls whenever they are free. And that was when she heard some odd rumours.
“She heard through the grapevines the rumours of a baker that we both know of who almost got caught having sex in the kitchen while preparing for their Valentine’s Day bake sale. He works in a rival bakery shop a few blocks away. We got to know him through the baking competitions that Naeun and I joined back when we first started this business,” you smile a little when you remember those days.
The days when you and Naeun, both fresh out of college and lack of experience, yet shared the same big dreams to help you bond with one another. Joining those baking competitions had been one of the ways you had taken to start your journey in the bakery business before opening your own shop. Out of all the good and bad memories you had then, the young baker, Min Yoongi, had once been a constant as he also started his own journey by joining the competition to gain more experience.
“He always seemed cold and a bit like a stuck-up dude. Didn’t help that he was the owner’s main baker and her favourite apprentice,” you continue while reminiscing the past, before adding what Naeun had told you when sharing the rumours, “They said the girl was the owner’s niece who is going to inherit the shop. Now that I think about it, knowing that they seem to be together now, that rumour might be true.”
Seokjin raises his eyebrows. “Maybe your friend planned the whole thing then? Add some mistletoe here and there to see if her boss would take the chance and get frisky herself.”
Thinking about it, you immediately laugh. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that was her plan all along.”
Laughing with you, a look of mischief passes through his eyes. “Perhaps next time we can make it happen? Christmas bake sale sounds good? Then maybe we can try the thing where you bake with only your apron on while I—”
You stop whatever he is about to say by swatting his arm, causing him to laugh while he adjusts the boxes of baked goods he is carrying in his arms.
“Hey! I’m only joking! I mean, if it works for them, then why not—” he defends himself as he follows you out of the kitchen, though you only shake your head and leave him be, making no comment as you make your way to the front where the Uber awaits, knowing that there is a chance that he wasn’t truly joking.
↳ Author’s note | Found the easter egg yet? Find Yoongi’s story on my Valentine’s Day special: Pour Some Sugar On Me; thank you for reading!
© 2022 Yoonia, all rights reserved. reposting/modifying of any kind, translations, unsanctioned adaptations are not allowed.
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Hello! I read your Maxie x reader fic where they play catch and it was so cute 🥹 May I please make a request for him? I was thinking about Max being jelous when a survivor heals reader a little too caringly and he becomes posessive after the whole thing. Thank you!
HI!!! HELLO I'm so sorry it took so long for this to come out and honestly it isn't that long, but I loved this request. It was so cute and the ending is mildly suggestive but no smut lol
Max Thompson Jr. x gn!reader
You were currently in a trial with Max as the killer. To say you were a little excited was an understatement. You could feel your heartbeat getting a bit intense and knew he was nearby and you wanted to give him some love real quick. Max was running behind you and was happily squealing and when you stopped to turn around, quickly with your arms wide open for him. Max dropped his chainsaw and picked you up from around your waist making you wrap your legs around his waist as you kissed his cheek making him babble happily. “Oh my sweet boy, I missed you so much!” His hand not holding you up went under your shirt to feel the soft skin of your back. You unwrap your legs from his waist, but he wasn’t ready to let go and left you dangling a little. You giggle out and say, “Sweet boy, you need to go do your job! Put me down,” Max was grumbling a little sad about having to let you go right now. You were finally put on your feet and you gave him a good kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you around, cutie.” He babbled happily and grabbed his chainsaw and ran off into the distance.
You found a generator and were working on it for a bit, finally able to get it fixed and start running. While running around the map to find another one, you found the brick walls that would typically have one on the other side. What you didn’t expect was another survivor about to run away from that already-fixed generator and hit them head-on. The crack of two heads hitting each other. Both you and Leon groan in pain, but Leon was quick to get back up. Considering there wasn’t any imminent danger around at the moment, Leon went to grab the med pack he dropped and crawled over to you, and helped you sit up. “Good god, N/N. I knew you were hard-headed but god damn, angel,” he chuckled as he leaned you against his bent-up leg to keep you up. His hands grabbed your head and were turning it to look for any possible marks other than the obvious bruised bump coming up just off the center of your forehead. “Yeah, well you’re just as hard-headed as ever, Lee. Hell, you somehow still found me when I was in an alternate universe and saved my ass too many times to count,” you both chuckled, not knowing that there was someone watching the scene unfold from a safe distance. That someone is Max and he’s not too happy with the familiarity and closeness of you two. However, he’s not going to stop it because he wants to see how it unfolds. Leon’s hand tangled in the base of your hair for a minute and sighs at the mark on your head. He lets go and gets the pain med from the pack and some gauze to wrap up your head. After finishing taking care of you, standing up, and then helping you to your feet. “Just need to watch out for your big ass head next time,” you punched his arm, “Hope your pea brain didn’t rattle in there, Lee.” You both laughed at that and Leon gave you a quick side hug and a small peck to the top of your head before you both went your separate ways.
Max had one thing going through his mind and it was that he didn’t like how sweet you were with such a good looking man. He knew of your closeness to the man from your life before coming here and he understands that there were people you loved and cared for before him. He wants to be the only one you are affectionate with and for you to realize that you’re his love.
The trial ended when Max was acting a bit differently at the end. He was heavily going after Leon and nearly growled at you when you tried to distract him. You were running through the cornfields of his realm, trying to check on Max. Little did you know, Max was also in the cornfield, just a few feet in front of you. It took seconds for you to reach him and accidentally knock him down due to the fields being so thick. Good thing Max knew you’re the only one who would ever come into his realm. That and he heard you yelling out, “Oh my god Maxie! Imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry.” You got up off him and turned him over and he immediately sat up and grabbed the back of your knees making you fall down landing in his lap with a squeak. Max cushioned your fall though with one hand going under your thigh and one on your ass to keep you from slamming onto his lap. “AH! Oh, Max, you worried me, I thought I hurt you,” you say, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him towards you to kiss his lips over and over. Max was left with more and more giggles as he returned your kisses. His hand wrapped around your waist tightly and he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. “M-Mine-e, m-minn-e-e,” he kept mumbling. Your eyes widen when you pull back a bit to look at his face. Your hands are on either side of his face as he looks up at the bruise that was still on your forehead and whines at the color. He lifts his hand and softly touches your bruise making you wince a little and he pulls back. “Max? What did you say?” He looked into your eyes and without hesitation, “M-Minnne. L-L-Lo-ove,” he pointed at your chest. You couldn’t help the giddiness you felt from hearing him trying to talk, but the fact that he was claiming you in a way. You smushed his cheeks and pulled him forward to place a deep kiss on his lips. “I love you so so much, baby boy. I’m yours ok and you’re mine, all mine,” you whisper to him. You pull him back in for another deep kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and relaxing the rest of your body against him. Feeling you relax into him, he wraps his arms around you tighter. One arm unwraps for him to put his hand under your shirt because he can’t get enough of skin-to-skin contact with you. “Let’s go to the house and we can cuddle some more, ok? I’ll even give you some more kisses too, my love.” You don’t know how, but Max got up with you in his arms with no problem and giggled while running towards the house, you still tightly wrapped around him. What you didn’t know was he was not letting you leave his realm for the next two days showing you in more ways than one that you are his and his only.
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·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ The Best Friend Chronicles
part-2
part 1 2 3
Huening Kai x afab!cis reader
Huening Kai x Childhood friend!reader
warnings: smut (there is mostly just dry humping, a little fingering), afab!reader, hasn't been beta'd because i don't have a beta. forgive me for spelling errors or whatever, this fic contains swearing because yes. this is fluffy and kinda dumb but i really like the idea of first kisses between pairs on sleepovers, especially with like childhood friends.
a/n: this is just a fun series of drabbles with Best friend!Hueningkai x Best friend!reader because yes. most parts are unrelated to each other, although there might be some mentions of the other parts but it doesn't matter, you can read each part as standalone
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"Will your mom be okay with me staying here?" Kai questions, fluffing his pillow up. The mattresses had been set up in the living room for a movie night with Kai, Lea and Bahiyyih and your younger siblings.
"You've stayed here for every summer for what? 12 years? I don't think my mom will have a problem now," you huff, rolling your eyes.
"Well twelve years ago i wasn't a fucking grown guy right?" He hisses, voice low so that your siblings don't hear. "I don't know man, feels weird now, sleeping next to a girl."
"You sleep next to your sisters all the time dude-" You scoff, turning away from him to see Lea taking out buttery popcorn into a bowl, mouth watering instantly at the smell wafting from the counter.
"Those are my sisters!" He shoves your shoulder.
"And we're been friends for so long we're practically family."
"Ew, no that makes it so weird," Kai mutters, shaking his head.
"Well, you know Hiyyih and my sister always sleep together, argue with them if you don't wanna sleep with me," you snap, annoyed by this sudden debate about sleeping positions.
Till last year Hueningkai had no restrictions about sleeping next to you on the summer sleepovers, but now suddenly he was acting weird.
"You know they won't listen," Kai whines, tugging your t-shirt.
"Ask my brother then, he can probably switch places," you shrug, welcoming the popcorn and Lea beside you while the youngest in the group, your eleven year old brother dives onto the mattresses, sprawling like a starfish.
"Hey, buddy you think you can sleep next to your sister?"
"No, i'm sleeping next to Lea noona," he chirps happily. "And i promised her i won't kick so she allowed me~"
Hueningkai sighs, resigned, and leans back.
"Guess it's just you and me then partner," you nudge him, the starting credits of Zootopia playing on the TV much to the youngest's delight. Bahiyyih and your sister whisper among themselves, alternating between giggling at their phones, presumable about Bahiyyih's new crush or something, and looking at the TV for every Nick scene.
"Should we turn in, kid's already asleep," Lea gestures to your brother who has curled next to her, already very excited to sleep next to his "favourite pretty noona".
"yeah, the movie's almost over anyways, let's just switch it off," you reach for the remote flipping, turning it off.
Bahiyyih and your sister continue whispering under their breath for a while, occasional squeaks and giggles escaping them. You read some manga for a while, enjoying the company of so many people just doing their own thing.
Well, mostly. Hueningkai has decided that you were his personal mattress and had his head propped on your thigh, listening to music on his headphones. Good thing the mattresses were big otherwise he would have been half on the floor. Lea had already turned in since she had to go shoot a video in the morning and the little demon who had requested Zootopia was asleep.
After a while even the girls' whispers died down, signaling they were asleep. Your leg has gotten numb, so you nudge Kai off, gesturing him to sleep.
"What?" He whispers, taking off his headphones.
"Everyone is asleep, we should too," you whisper as low as you could. Bahiyyih was a light sleeper and she was right next to you.
"Oh... yeah," he nods, climbing into the space between you and your brother. He has gotten much broader over the year, it is almost a tight fit.
"Goodnight," you whisper, facing him because you'd rather not face Bahiyyih right then. His blond hair reflects the moonlight coming through the big glass windows, leaving squares of light over the six sleeping children. Well three children and three adults.
"Fuck," he whispers, pulling you off the road to dreamland.
"What? Do you need water?" You open your eyes.
"No...," he whispers. "Can you come closer? I'm cold."
"it's the middle of summer," you whisper back.
"Your AC works very fucking well," he smiles and you can see pearly white teeth which look almost ghostly in the moonlight.
"Okay," you shift, cover him partly with your comforter, to lend extra warmth. His forearm digs into your waist when he tugs you closer, into his chest, where you resign to sleeping.
But sleep has a way of evading when one needs it the most.
"Kai?" You whisper after some time.
"Yeah?"
"You're hard." A giggle bubbles through your words.
"I know."
"Are you gonna do something about it?"
"Not really."
"Can I kiss you?" You tilt your head up, looking at his eyes. Or trying to, at least.
"We're surrounded by our siblings," he whispers, smiling his dumbass smile which has been making your heart flutter for the past months and no, it's probably not arrythmia.
"Let's go to my room for a few minutes then, no one will know," you whisper, trying not to sound too pleading.
"Okay," he nods, nosing your ear in the process, sending a shiver down your spine.
Mercifully no one wakes up when Hueningkai slithers out of the array of mattresses, helping you up, padding barefoot to your room. You see your parents' empty beds and are internally grateful no one will know what transpired in your room today.
The moment the door clicks shut behind you, you reach up for Hueningkai and he bends down, easily picking you up, lips moving in tandem, like this was meant to happen for years, decades even.
He kisses like he's drowning, all gasping and hungry and so so devoted, hands squeezing you vehemently as he carries you to the bed, making you sit on his lap. You can feel his erection even more this way, more than when it was just poking your thigh. He pushes up your night-shirt, pushes up the tank top you wore under it to grope your breasts and you don't stop him, reaching below to squeeze his cock. He moans when you do that and both of you freeze, almost scared that Lea or worse, Bahiyyih will walk in, both of them being light sleepers.
"Fucking hell," you giggle, throwing your head back. Kai kisses your throat, trailing down to your collarbones, hands still squeezing your tits. "What if they hear?" You giggle, punch drunk on kisses and the smell of Kai's soap, still clinging to his skin from the shower he took before getting in bed.
"I really like you," he whispers seriously. "Like, as a girl."
"I think that is a little obvious in hindsight Kamal," you peck his nose.
"Do you... like me too?"
"If i didn't i wouldn't be on your lap, hiding from our siblings at like 3 am."
"Point made," he kisses you hard, sucking your tongue into his mouth, hands moving down to grip your ass, to make you press down on his cock. He's only in sweatpants so you can feel exactly how hard he is and oh, it made you wet. You try to get as much stimulation as you can, grinding on him like that but it doesn't really help it. You're left wanting more everytime a white hot streak of pleasure courses through you, only to be lost.
You break from this kiss, panting, "Kai, i don't wanna have sex but-"
He stills, looking up at you worriedly.
"-can we take our clothes off, because i'm really turned on right now and the clothes aren't helping," you finish.
"Yeah, of course," he chirps, pulling off your t-shirt and tank top in one go, taking off his own in a hurry too. You get off him, pushing down your shorts and tossing them away with your foot to see Kai settling back.
"Should i take my pants off too?" He questions, hand resting on the waistband.
"Maybe? I like this look though," you gesture at his naked top half, the perfect washboard stomach.
He reclines back onto the bed and pats his lap, "Come on."
You don't waste a second, clambering onto him. He pushes down his sweatpants just enough for his cock to spring out, settling against your belly. Your insides clench just at that, even before he tugs you forward, effectively rubbing his cock against your folds. You let out a squeak. It feels so warm. And hard.
"Try grinding however you like," Kai encourages, "I wanna see you get off."
"I think we progressed a little too fast," you chuckle, rubbing yourself experimentally against the vein ridging his cock on the underside. The pressure is perfect. You could come in minutes if left to your own devices.
"I have been pining after you for years, i really don't mind," he brushes a strand of hair away from your face. "Besides, i've seen you naked too many times for it to affect me."
"The situation differs, you know?" You lean forward, kissing him, grinding slowly, ever drag of your hips letting your feel his entire cock on your cunt.
"Of course, now i don't have to jerk off into my hand," he kisses you, gripping your hip, adjusting so there is maximum contact between your pelvises.
"fuck, kai-" you hiss, gripping his shoulder tightly.
"Did it hurt?"
"No it felt very good instead," you can feel the blood rushing to your ears, your cheeks, and of course, the blood rushing south.
"Go on, get yourself off," he lets go of your hip, reclining back to watch.
"I-"
"Shush, don't talk, just do what you need to," he strokes your thigh, encouraging. Always so damn encouraging and sweet. No wonder you fell for your best friend.
You rock your hips, slowly, not sex yet, not penetrative sex at least, but it gets you on the brink of orgasm quickly, cunt throbbing dully when you whimper, "I'm gonna come, Kai."
"That's good, you're doing good," he squeezes your thighs with both palms as your motions increase, become slightly more frantic when you feel the beginnings of the oncoming orgasm, clit throbbing every time the head of his cock nudges against that bundle of nerves.
"Kai-" you choke on your words, orgasm ripping through you with such unforeseen intensity that your hips falter. His fingers reach down, rubbing your clit quickly, harshly, dragging out that orgasm which has you gasping, eyes scrunched shut tightly.
He slows down when he feels you stop convulsing, the pleasure a dull echo now, leaving behind a state of bliss.
"Think you can help me finish?" He questions gently.
"Mhm, what would you like?"
"Can i come on your tits?" He questions with utmost sincerity.
"Yep," you lean back, exposing your chest to him.
"Actually you know what, grind on me again, i can probably come from this," he swallows, seeing the rosy buds and resisting the urge to take them into his mouth. In the end he gives in to the urge, with you grinding and him sucking on your nipples, he spills onto his stomach with a quiet, extremely hot groan.
You feel slightly over stimulated but seeing kai's face contorted with pleasure was definitely worth it.
You clean yourself and Kai up with tissues and water from your bathroom. Neither of you can take a shower without waking everyone else up, so this will have to do.
When the two of you slip back into bed, he spoons you, kissing the back of your head. Your eyes have gotten used to the dark by then and you see when Bahiyyih turns around, the whites of her eyes almost glowing in the dark.
"I know what you two did, and i'm telling unnie in the morning," she hisses.
"Well... fuck," Kai whispers against your hair, continuing spooning you before drifting off to sleep.
#hueningkai x reader#txt hard hours#txt smut#kpop smut#kpop imagines#txt fanfic#hueningkai smut#i just love him sm#he has wrecked me so bad#blond hueningkai is such a beauty#excessive use of the word 'cock' because idk any other words for it i'm sorry😭
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Souvenir
A Remi x Levi Non-Canon Fic
Snz Fic
⚠️Content Warning⚠️
Contagion risk, Sneeze Fet & Smut
Author’s Notes: Geezie is always throwing really good prompt ideas at me and despite my responsibility to 5000 other drafts I have in the making, I take them. Cause I love her. This prompt was written by @coldshare with a smutty twist 😈 Enjoy! @aller-geez did the cover art and owns Remi and Meeko!
Description:
Levi and Remi walked into the atrium of the mall, standing calmly next to the running fountain. Remi, anxiously searching around for their sisters that were supposed to be with them here shortly. Levi on the other hand cursing himself inwardly as he was realizing, something was quite wrong. His nose was unusually prickly, itchy. His head felt hot, and his body felt cold. Remi glanced over at Levi, noticing he wasn't acting quite like his usual self. The cat was quiet, a bit reserved, and kept rubbing his sleeve against his nose, it was starting to get noticeably red. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, placing a hand on his forehead to check his temperature.
Levi pulled away from his touch swiftly, if there was one person he didn't need knowing he was sick, it was definitely Remi. "I'm fine," he muttered clearing his throat suddenly to flash the wolf a convincing grin amongst his flushed face, though he knew that wasn't entirely true. He could feel the effects of his heat starting to take hold, and he didn't want to ruin this lovely outing they had planned with their sisters.
But Remi wasn't convinced. "You don't look fine," he replied, concern etched on his face. "Maybe we should find somewhere to sit down? Do you need some water maybe?"
Levi nodded reluctantly, not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of the mall. Together, they made their way to a nearby bench, and Levi collapsed onto it, his body feeling weaker by the second.
Remi knelt down beside him, placing a hand on his arm. "What's wrong?" He asked, his voice gentle and soothing.
Levi considered just flat out telling him, but he couldn't because as soon as he went to open his mouth, Meeko and Connie walked up with cheerful faces and brightly lit up eyes.
"Rem! Lee!" the ginger haired girl bounced up to them wrapping her arms around the back of Remi's waist, squeezing him softly. "Im sooo excited we get to spend the day together!" pulling away now and looking over in Levi's direction, noticing him at a much lower decibel than she was used to.
"Hey is everything okay?" she asked gently, her eyes now filled with cautious concern as she looked him over. Levi tried to force a smile but it came out weak and unconvincing. "I'm just feeling a little under the weather," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Meeko's expression softened with empathy. "Oh no, Lee, you should have told us. We could have rescheduled our outing for another day."
Remi chimed in, "Yeah, we could have gone to the movies instead. It's not worth it for you to push through your sickness and ruin the day for yourself."
Levi shook his head. He didn't want to disappoint his sisters or ruin their plans. "It's fine, really. I'll be okay."
But as soon as Levi tried to stand up, his legs wobbled and he felt lightheaded. He clutched onto the bench for support.
Meeko and Connie immediately rushed to his side, helping him sit back down. "We need to get you some help," Meeko insisted. Levi's own sister looking at him with studious look, she'd never gotten to see her brother sick before. She couldn't definitively be sure it was a virus or if he just maybe ate something bad.
Levi shook his head, gathering himself and taking a deep breath, despite the burning ache in his body, and the growing itch in his throat, he was not going to cancel. He would be damned. He stood up now, much more confident, and with a better resolve this time. "Seriously guys, I'm fine...let's just get to browsing! There's lots of shops I want to hit up,"
The sisters looked at each other, before turning to Remi for confirmation. He smiled and gave a small nod. "I think it's alright, as long as Levi is sure he can make it." With that, the four of them decided to put the whole incident aside and continue on with their plans.
The group made their way through the mall, peeking into various shops they passed by and admiring all sorts of items. Meeko was already picking out clothes she wanted while Connie was looking around for any good deals. As they walked along, Levi tried to keep up with everyone else despite his body feeling heavier than usual. He kept suppressing the urge to sneeze every now and then but he did his best not to show it on his face. They had just stepped into a high-end jewelry store when Levi felt his heat coming on full force. His body was now burning up, and he couldn't stop his nose from twitching. He knew he couldn't keep up the facade much longer. He stumbled slightly, grabbing onto Remi's arm for support.
"Something's wrong," he muttered, his voice strained.
Meeko and Connie turned around, noticing Levi's condition had worsened. The leopard stepped into the space with his boyfriend and leaned his weakened face against the wolf's bicep. "H-h...HiH..." he hicked and stuttered, he could feel it building deep inside his nostrils, the forcible tickle that had been taunting him for the last several minutes, it was coming. Remi immediately knew what was happening. He had heard and seen this before and had prepared himself to handle the situation if it ever arose in such a setting. He wrapped an arm around Levi's waist, pulling him close. "It's okay," he whispered into his ear. "Just let it out."
Levi's body shook as he let out a loud sneeze, "Hh'Etshu!" followed by another "eh-TSHU!" and another "Eh'ehTSHU!". Each one echoed through the store, drawing attention from the other shoppers. Meeko and Connie rushed over to them, trying to help in any way they could. Remi trying to hide the evident blush across his face, arousal imminent towards his sickly mate. Feeling his partner blow into the side of his arm, feeling the leopard's sickly nose rub against his t-shirt fabric, it was so much in such little time, something so innocent to others, but so naughty to him. It took the wolf all his strength to keep it together as a small bead of sweat dripped down the side of his temple.
As Levi's sneezing fit finally came to an end, he looked up at Remi with a sheepish expression. "Sobby," he snuffled, pulling back to rub his sleeve across his slightly dripping nose.
Remi just smiled at him, rubbing his back soothingly. "Don't be sorry...you sure you don't want to go home and lay down?" He asked hopeful the man would say yes but the leopard simply shook his head.
"No, serioudly, I'b okay," his heated face looking up at the wolf with such sincerity it almost broke his heart to even try to argue with him. He knew how much time with their sisters meant to him, so he wouldn't push it. No matter how desperately he wanted to get his cat back home and under some real care.
With that, the group quickly exited the store, walking back through the mall as Meeko chatted on and on about the different things she'd seen around them mall. It was almost enough of a distraction, as Levi found himself still suffering with residual tickles. God he just wanted this to end, his nose dripping more as the build increased, the cat desperately rubbing at his nose. Remi sliding his gaze through the side to capture the struggling man, cheeks raising in heat as he witnessed his adorable mate suffer.
Levi's face contorted as he tried to hold back another making its way through his sinuses. But it was no use. His body shook as he let out another soft, wet sneeze. "T'cHiEw!!" he blew, his nose now fully congested and leaking. He sniffled, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand, but it only made it worse. He could feel his nose getting itchier by the second.
Remi's eyes were fixed on Levi's every move, watching him struggle. A part of him was worried about his partner's health, but another part of him couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the sight of his leopard sneezing and sniffling while they walked together so casually in public like this. He tried to push those thoughts aside, focusing on helping Levi instead.
His fingers squeezed around the leopard’s hand reassuring him that he was still right there for him, and that they could go home at any moment he wanted. Levi responded with a softer squeeze, the wolf knowing that this was nothing more than another. 'Im fine' response.
"Bless you!" Meeko looked over at Levi suddenly, with a tender smile. "You sure are having a rough one today, Lee," feeling terrible for her brother in law.
Levi's face turned even redder at his sister's comment. He knew they were all worried about him, but he didn't want to ruin their day any further. "I'll be okay," he assured her, trying to sound convincing.
But he couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort in his body. His head was pounding, his throat was sore, and his nose was running like a faucet. He sneezed again, to the side this time, "Eh'ehTSHU!!", another one followed by a wet sniffle. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the fact that he was sick.
"Okay, let's at least get the kid some tissues, he's really going off over here," Remi chuckled sheepishly, still fighting off the terribly insistent urge to drag his partner into a nearby bathroom stall and fuck the virus out of his mate's fragile body. No, he had to be sane, stable, selfless. The group stopped at a nearby kiosk, looking over the different items before the wolf scouted a travel size pack of tissues. Levi gratefully took the tissues, immediately blowing his nose into them while Remi took the time to pay. He could feel his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back the sneezes that kept bubbling up within him. His nose was running uncontrollably now, and he blew it again and again, the wet sound echoing in the quiet space.
Remi leaned in close, his lips brushing against Levi's ear. "Do you want to go home now, love?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.
Levi shook his head, not wanting to disappoint the rest of the group. But as soon as they started walking again, he felt another sneeze coming on. This one was more powerful than the others. He could feel it building up deep inside him, growing stronger and more insistent with each passing moment.
He tried to hold it back, but it was no use. He sneezed, his whole body shaking with the force of it. "Ehh'TSHU!" soaking through the tiny tissue, forcing him to pull out yet another to dab and wipe his poor sopping nose.
His eyes watered, and he could feel his face getting hotter as he sneezed again and again, each one harder and more wet than the last. "Hhh'TCHU! Eh'TSHU! H'TSHU!"
Remi's grip on his waist returned and tightened, holding him up as his body shook with every sneeze. Meeko and Connie looked at him with concern, but he could see the amusement in their eyes too. It was embarrassing, but he couldn't help it.
Finally, the sneezing fit came to an end. Levi was panting, his nose completely stuffed up and dripping. "S-so S-sobby guyd.." he whimpered weakly, pulling tissue after tissue out of the pack to try and keep up with the spraying, wet messes his body made.
Despite their concerns and their apprehension to even be around the fitting leopard, they continued to walk through the mall. Levi soaking each tissue through the pack as they continued to wonder. Eventually he found himself on his last, sighing with disappointment that he had already gone through so many. All he had left was what he started with, his rough sleeve or his already germed up hand. None the less, he hated having a wet face and he couldn't walk around looking like an unkempt toddler.
Meeko went back to gabbing on about different topics, trying to keep the momentum alive. "You know, Annie's cinnamon pretzel is actually the best one they have, it's the perfect combination of sweet and salty!" giggling as she wondered aimlessly along side her family.
"I don't know, I'd rather get pizza than a pretzel, no matter the ratio..." the wolf grumbled loosely, still fighting his own demons beside his sickly boyfriend. As Levi was struggling with a much more painful tickle that he had previously, Meeko spotted a rather large photo booth. She grabbed both Connie and Remi by the wrist. "Oh my gosh you guys! We HAVE to go take a photo!" looking back at the group who could only return Meeko's excitement with apprehensive groans and side eyes.
"Oh you insecure lot, you! Stop that! Photos are good memories," The ginger girl giggled dragging her family over, Remi having a tight grip still on his sickly cat. As they approached the large machine, the cat felt his nerves rising to the surface. Oh no. They weren't really going to make him take a photo looking like this, right?!
Levi tried to back out, but Meeko was having none of it. She shoved him into the booth, already selecting the background and props. "Come on, sneezy boy, we need a good family photo!" she teased, holding up a pair of kitten ears for him to wear.
Levi groaned, feeling ridiculous. He was sick, his nose was running as well as terribly red, and he looked like a mess. He didn't want to take a photo like this. The four of them cramped up inside this thing, Levi mushed up in between Remi and Connie, Meeko on the other side of Connie. Before he could protest any further, he watched as the timer on the screen started, it was too late. The best he could do now was try his absolute best to hold in the earth shattering sneeze that was desperate to burst out of him. His small frame trembled, as he stared blankly ahead, almost in a trance as he tried his ever best to keep it in. "H-h.." he started, after the first flash of their photos, oh god...
During the timing of the second Levi took his opportunity to quickly rub his nose in circles, a small light clicking sound echoing the space. Remi's breath hitched and he did his best to pose with a stoic smile, lifeless eyes. Being in such a small space with his little ticking time bomb was almost proving too much to handle. 'Think of sad things....think of gross things....anything....just don't draw any attention to it..' his mind racing to keep his lust at bay.
The leopard quickly pulled his arm down, but the stinging flash of the second photo was proving only to make things ten times worse. Between photos he continued to rub and wipe his consistently wet nostrils, only breaking away long enough to be caught in a hazy gaze by the time the pictures were taken. Four had gone, by and the increase of pressure inside his sinuses only grew exponentially. It was coming out whether he liked it or not. However, he just prayed he could get through this last photo. As the count down started, Levi's breath hitched in his throat, 'Oh please no...' he panicked inwardly.
The symptoms continued, 2...Levi's eyes squinted and his eyebrows raised, 3...his nostrils flared and the leopard started to turn his head to the side. It was no use. The cat pushed forward, his small hands unable to cover his face in time as his nose exploded, a loud, wet, SPLOT sound echoing in the space as he sniffled and shuddered in his seat. FLASH. "Hah- hah- hhAHH - hhd-HAHH'TSCCHhiIIEWW!! HDDT'KTTSCHIiew! hehh... hehh - hEHh - HIIIH'TTTSCHHIIIEEEW!" small particles of sickly salivia floated in the space around them while the pictures slowly developed for printing.
The photo was taken and Levi was left mortified as he rubbed pathetically at his nose. Remi was left wide eyed and with a racing heart rate, his gaze now stuck on the leopard as his cheeks heated up. "J-Jesus..." he whispered in to the awkward silence. Connie and Meeko couldn't help but let out small bursts of nervous laughter.
"Whoa!" the ginger haired girl exclaimed with a breathless chuckle. "I wonder if we caught that on the photo…” pulling the roll out now to hold it back and take a good long look.
"Oh, wow...babe...it's like a live action, slow reenactment," the wolf teased, trying to mask his desire to snatch the photo roll up and run at lightening speed to have some alone time with it. He cleared his throat, as the girls let out a chorus of giggle fits. Levi could feel his own face turning red, partly from embarrassment and partly from the aftermath of the sneezing fit. He knew he looked like a mess, with his nose still dripping and his eyes watery, and he couldn't help but be self-conscious about it. He lifted the edge of his already wet sleeve back to his nose, trying to wipe himself clean, but it was a hopeless task.
As they stepped out of the photo booth, Levi tried to avoid looking at the photos. He didn't want to see himself in that state, and he didn't want anyone else to either. But as Meeko handed him the printout, he had no choice but to glance at it.
The first photo was fine, just the four of them posing with silly props. But the second one...Levi cringed as he saw himself with his hand over his nose, clearly hadn't timed that out too perfectly. And then there was the third one, where he looked absolutely spaced out, slack jawed and hopeless. However the fourth one....oh god the fourth one was his worst nightmare. His face was in full sneeze, you could see particles flying towards the camera, and the genuine reactions of all attending parties was enough to send him to the grave. Remi looked pale, like he had seen a ghost, bright emeralds widened in shock, the only sign of life and color being the bright vermillion blush splashed across his cheeks. Meeko looked surprised, her gaze not at the camera but at her brother in law losing it and slightly horrified, While Connie was totally oblivious and holding up a casual peace sign.
Levi's heart sank as he realized how terrible he looked in the photo. He crumpled it up and handed it back to Meeko. "I don't want this," he muttered, feeling a lump form in his throat. He was already self-conscious about his appearance, and now he had to deal with this embarrassing photo.
Remi noticed Levi's discomfort and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Hey...I think you look absolutely adorable in those photos.." trying to bring some sort of reassurance and confidence back to his sickly boyfriend.
Levi looked up at Remi, surprised by his words. "Really?" he asked, his voice small and uncertain.
Remi nodded, a gentle smile on his lips. "Really," he said, his hand still resting on Levi's shoulder. "You always look adorable to me, no matter what."
Levi felt his heart swell with warmth at Remi's words. He looked at the crumpled photo in Meeko's hand and then back at Remi. "Okay," he said, nodding. "I'll keep it then."
Meeko grinned. "I knew you'd come around," she said, handing the photo back to Levi. "It's a good memory, even if it's a little embarrassing."
Levi nodded, doing his best to straight it back out before tucking the photo into his pocket. As they walked out towards the exit, still giggling and teasing each other, Levi felt grateful for the support of his family and the love of his boyfriend. Even on days when he really should have just stayed home.
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Later That Night
Levi was snuggled up in the bed he shared with his lover Remi, finally fighting off the terrible virus he had for surely come down with. He breathed softly through his open mouth, nose too stuffed up to consider breathing through it. Remi, sitting in the chair across from him, found himself finally alone. His mate had only been asleep for roughly 10 minutes, but it was a sure sign he would more than likely stay asleep, which was good, the wolf needed 'me time'. What better way to accomplish that with a new addition of content in his possession. He pulled out the photo roll from earlier that day, his thumb dancing across the stills of his suffering mate. "So beautiful..." he whispered to himself, flashing those emerald eyes up at the sleeping cat to make sure he wouldn't stir.
He continued to hold the photo at a decent level, really scanning and studying the finer details of his mate's previous fits. Gazing upon that little red tipped nose, those glassy cerulean eyes, adorned with silly but very sexy cat ears…it was feeling too much. That familiar heat from previously, returned back into the pit of his stomach. This time, with a plan in place to take care of it. His thumb slowly slid to the hem of his sweatpants, just barely teasing them downward before they snapped back up into place. He stared at the photo for a moment more, before bringing his hand down to his crotch, touching himself through the fabric. His brain had been in overdrive for quite a while now, his thoughts only on his lover and how his body could be used to please him. It was now the perfect time to do something about it.
Levi was a deep sleeper, which was a good thing, since he didn't stir as Remi cautiously pulled down his sweatpants, exposing his engorged member to the cool air. The wolf's hand quickly found its way to the tip of his dick, then began to slowly work it down from the base, keeping his eyes locked on the pictures and his mind on his goal. In small steps, he found a gentle pattern that suited him, he was just starting to hit his stride, when Levi's nose gave a small sneeze. “T-shu!”
Remi paused, suddenly a little alarmed. "Shh shh sh..." he gasped into the open air while slowly pumping his needy shaft to relish in the surprise treat he was just blessed with, allowing it to fuel him.
The cat let out a slight grunt as he shifted in the bed, his nose still clogged up.
"Shh babe, you'll wake up..." Remi whispered, still working away with his own hand. He was getting close now, mere seconds away from a nice, mind numbing orgasm. He could feel the warmth of it building, but just as he was about to let it out, his mate let out another sneeze, followed by a soft groan.
"Hts'chiew! Whu?" Levi mumbled, his eyelids fluttering gently.
Remi froze, not wanting to alert him, but....shit, that really added some ambience to the situation. He sucked in a sharp gasp, pausing as his cock throbbed for the continued pleasure. Remi wasn't a huge fan of edging, but he also didn't want to explain himself to the leopard should those ceruleans peek back open. His gaze returning to his favorite shot on the whole roll, Levi blowing his face wide open. He grunted through a clenched jaw, his hand moving slowly again, not certain Levi was asleep again, or if he wasnt silently watching him, almost praying for the latter.
The cat was definitely in a deep sleep now, and Remi knew he had a chance to finally climax as he added a few new things into his delicate ritual, sucking in a soft gasp as he heard his mate let out another yawn.
Levi shifted in the bed, his nose still slightly clogged up. "Hmm...?" he murmured, his eyes fluttering open. "Rem?" he asked, hands searching around for comfort, realizing he wasn't in bed with the wolf, but by himself.
"Hm?!" Remi gasped into the air, his left hand firmly wrapped around his pulsing shaft, his right gripped tightly to the photographic roll, his fingers still twitching from the sudden break as they held tightly to it.
"Remi?" Levi repeated, sitting up in the bed. "What are you doing?" rubbing his tired blue eyes, trying his best to adjust to the darkness surrounding them.
Remi glanced down, realizing he was now fully exposed, but still unable to move. "Wh-what are you doing?" he asked trying to redirect the conversation, in hopes that Levi's sight hadn't adjusted enough to see him here with his hand on his cock.
Levi looked around the room, his vision still adjusting to the darkness but finally narrowing in on his mate across the room. "I...I was asleep, and then I woke up and you...you were masturbating?" the leopard's voice was soft, barely above a whisper.
Remi let out a soft sigh, realizing he wasn't going to be able to get out of this, no matter how hard he tried. "I-I...I was just..."
Levi swallowed, though still trembling and suffering with a terrible virus, his body flushed with a sudden jolt of arousal. His wolf was pleasing himself? Right across from him?
"Babe..." Remi started as the leopard's eyes shot up now adjusting fully, waiting for him to continue trying not to make it to obvious that he was definitely ogling over Remi's thick hardened shaft. "You are so gorgeous..." the raven haired man spoke softly, working away at his cock once more catching the other's gaze, his eyes not leaving his mate. "I mean...that picture.." his voice was raspy and breathy, unable to finish the thought.
The leopard's heart fluttered in his chest, his nipples instantly hardened under his pajama top. The picture. The one in his hand. He'd been hating it all day and now Remi was saying...oh god. "Remi.." He gasped out, a nervous shiver suddenly going down his spine. Remi...was hard...because of him? Because he looked at him in that picture?
"God I love hearing you say my name..." he let out a rough exhale of air as his body began to relax again, his emerald greens gazing over Levi's soft features in the moonlight. The cat felt compelled to join... he wanted to help still, despite how terrible he felt. Never breaking their gaze, Levi slowly slid himself out of the bed and carried his body over to the man, immediately falling to his knees in front of him. "B-Baby?" the wolf questioned curiously as his hand never ceased to rub at his aching length.
Levi shuddered in anticipation, his glassy blue eyes still watching the hand on his mate's swollen, throbbing erection. "Neither of us are feeling well...and neither of us can move much...so this is something we'll both enjoy."
Remi gulped hard and he was almost certain he stopped breathing completely. "F-Fuck...you're so good to me.." he whispered with a shaky breath, his picture grasping hand suddenly falling to the side.
The leopard leaned forward, his face now less than an inch away from Remi's twitching cock. "Shh...just relax..." he whispered, his gentle, warm breath brushing Remi's sensitive flesh in a way that made the wolf shiver deeply.
Levi felt like an animal with a taste of blood in his mouth now, he couldn't stop himself as he slowly leaned forward, his eyes locked on that twitching tip begging for his attention. He inched his tongue out, slipping it between his lips. Doing his best to ignore the sudden sting behind his nose. He wouldn't allow his cold to ruin pleasing his partner, that's for sure.
Remi stared with lidded eyes, unable to believe what was happening now. His mate. On his knees. Right in front of him. His tongue licking over his cock. He was utterly speechless as he watched Levi's mouth take in his throbbing, aching dick. He couldn't help himself, his hands flew to the top of the leopard's head, running through his soft hair, fingers twining in it as he let out soft whimpering sounds, his hips thrusting forward gently.
It was a slow process, Levi's tongue lapping at Remi's cock with a gentle rhythm, his saliva dripping as he licked the length of it, unable to take it all in. The wolf gripped Levi's hair tightly, letting out small moans of pleasure.
Levi parted his lips and took the taut head of his lover into his mouth, his tongue rubbing against it as he sucked on the engorged flesh, his eyes staring up at his lover's face twisted in pleasure. It was almost enough of a distraction, but soon the leopard found himself quickly pulling his mouth off Remi's cock, with the forceful urge taking over his entire face, he sneezed. Hard. "H'ehTSHU!!"
Remi's eyes shot wide as he felt a hot spray of droplets explode against his cock, he could feel the heat of it in his mouth, a few of the droplets reaching his chest and he couldn't help but to let out a lustful groan, pulling Levi closer by his hair, his mate’s sore leaking nose rubbing against his twitching length. "You...have no idea...how hot that was.." he said through gritted teeth, his own hand now reaching down to grasp his swelling shaft and slapping it aggressively over Levi's flushed cheeks with an echoing smacking sound.
Levi looked up at Remi with a gentle moan as he melted into the wolf’s actions, his watering eyes now slid up to make contact. "I...I'm sorry..." he sniffled softly, wiping his nose with his sleeve as he looked embarrassed.
"Don't be," the wolf whispered hotly into the air, dragging the leopard's mouth back over to his cock.
Levi couldn't help but blush in pleasure, his wolf being so forceful, and coming undone at the seams over his silly little cold, it was enough to get the little leopard hungry for more. Before he could think, he'd taken Remi's cock back into his mouth, his tongue twirling around the sensitive head slowly, moving the loose skin up and down as he sucked and licked.
Remi let loose a shaky gasp, his bent legs starting to tremble. "Oh fuck...baby...god that mouth..." he said with a raspy voice, thrusting his hips forward sporadically. "I-I-I'm so close.." he whispered, his body tensing as he came closer to climax.
The leopard pulled off Remi's cock again, his tongue twirling around it as he flattened it against Remi's shaft, using his saliva to help him move faster, the tip of his tongue rubbing against the sensitive ridge under the head, whimpering each time he hit the bundle of nerves.
"Oh fuck...yeah.." Remi moaned out, gasping as he used his free hand to stroke Levi's cheek softly. His body was shaking with a need that was begging to be fulfilled. "L-Levi...I-I'm close..." he said, his body trembling with desire as he felt the pressure building up in his balls. The tip of his erection pulsing and throbbing as his need to cum increased.
Levi's ears twitched when he heard the familiar sounds of his lover's lustful noises. He whimpered in response, his tongue moving faster against the head of Remi's cock, his eyes widening in sudden realization, a sneeze coming on. He was determined to hold it in, just long enough....maybe?
"Huh?!" Remi let out a sudden cry of surprise as he felt Levi pull from his cock, continuing to use his hand to pump and stroke the swollen length. However, he wasn't going to be able to hold back the inevitable as the leopard's face twisted and scrunched, he held in a deep breath, but it was no use. His eyes pooling over and his nostrils bringing that damn sting forward to the surface, he blew across Remi's cock once more but at this same moment, the wolf could tell his mate was going to do this. In that time of the cat struggling to keep it all at bay, it was only bringing him closer to the edge.
At the same moment Levi let out a loud, room echoing sneeze "EH-TSHU!" Spraying a mess of saliva across the wolf's groin, Remi too, let loose and a ribbon of cum splashed it's way across the little cat's stuffy and reddened features.
"SHIT..." he said with a forceful gasp, his whole body lurched forward as his orgasm hit him like a freight train, his vision black with little stars. Levi left stunned by the sudden mess that decorated his face sitting back, frozen in place. “Sorry…” Remi cleared his throat nervously, grabbing a tshirt off the ground and immediately helping Levi clean his dirty face.
“D-did you like that?” The smaller bit his lower lip, still gazing up at his boyfriend with those innocent blue orbs.
“Absolutely, fuck…probably the best blowjob ever,” he chuckled breathlessly before trying to peel himself up off the chair. “You go back to bed okay? I’ll join you in a second, I just gotta clean up,” he said sweetly, extending a hand out to help his mate get back on his feet. Taking the helping hand, the leopard yawned loudly, the feeling of exhaustion washing over him once more.
“Okay don’t be too long though…” he said, hesitant to let go of the wolf’s hand.
“Promise,” nodding his head in a matter-of-factly type of way, he kissed the sickly man on his head and quickly made his way to the restroom, making quick work of the clean up so he could return to his incapacitated, but still very naughty kitten.
The end.
Author’s Notes: Toot Toot 🚂 All aboard the Sneezy Express! Hope you guys enjoyed 🫶🏻🥰
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pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader
warnings: 18+ only. this is 50% a crack fic and 50% fluffy smut lmao. praise kink, light role playing, a little ‘the devil all the time’ spoiler, unprotected sex, pet names, language, uh a poorly written ending and that’s all the warnings i can think of, but if i’m missing anything, please let me know!
words: 2.7k
notes: just a repost/reworking of one of my first one shots i’d ever written. i changed it up a little bit while i was rereading it. so enjoy!
You were so lost in the movie, you really didn’t even realize that you had said it aloud.
And in all actuality, you didn’t really say it aloud, it was definitely more of a soft mumble.
You were lying on the length of the U-shaped sectional that took up most of your living room with your legs draped over Bucky’s lap as he sat on the end cushion.
“So pretty,” you muttered under your breath while gazing at the screen. It was honestly so quiet you didn’t think Bucky would have even heard you. But of course, he did. And he was less than thrilled at your words. Well not so much at your words, more so at who they were directed at.
Not because you were currently ogling the man on screen, you obviously found him attractive; no, that didn’t really bother him. Bucky was secure in your relationship, he knew how much you loved him, and the last thing he was concerned with was you having a crush on some actor he hadn’t even heard of half an hour ago. He was upset because, honestly, when he heard you, he thought for a second that you were talking about him. But as his eyes left his phone to find yours, a light blush coloring his cheeks and a small smile playing on his lips, he saw your eyes were trained on the screen, gaze set directly past him, not paying his presence much of any mind. You were too engrossed in the scene to take notice of Bucky staring at you. At least not at first, anyway. But once you felt his intense gaze dead set on you, you finally looked away from the screen and turned to him.
“What?” You asked, genuinely confused as to how you had suddenly found yourself on the receiving end of one of Bucky Barnes’ signature glares.
“What?” he sounded back harshly, as if you were the one annoying him.
“You are staring at me. What do you want?” You asked incredulously, as you pulled your legs out of his lap and moved to sit up, “You’re distracting me.”
He stared at you for a moment longer, “Hm,” he scoffed before turning his attention to the screen for the first time since you had started the movie.
Your eyebrows were furrowed and you let out a little huff of air through your nose as you tried to make sense of what just happened. A fight breaking out on-screen soon brought your attention right back to the movie and you decided to brush off your boyfriend’s weird behavior for the moment.
Now sitting up with your knees pulled to your chest, you leaned your body sideways to rest against the cushion next to you, the one running along the back of the couch. You allowed your head to rest on top of the cushion, all the while staying fixated on the movie. “Random question: would you… ever be into doing a southern accent while we had sex,… or no?” You asked, gently biting down on your lip for just a second before letting go as you stared at the movie’s on-screen sheriff, who bore a striking resemblance to the man sitting in front of you. Your eyes left the screen to find Bucky’s but he just ignored you. You rolled your eyes as you focused back on the sheriff character who, as it turns out, was preparing to commit a double murder.
It definitely was a dark movie, but it was so captivating you couldn’t look away. And with a cast that stunning, you didn’t want to.
Realization suddenly hit you then. That had to be why Bucky was acting so strangely. You suddenly recalled your earlier comment about the father in the beginning of the film.
Bill Skarsgård was definitely pretty, but you hadn’t meant to say that out loud in front of your boyfriend. Even so, Bucky’s reaction to that was not what you’d expect. In the two years you’d been together, Bucky had never been jealous, at least not in front of you. Not that you’d ever given him reason to be. Still, it was obvious now that his animosity was in fact just a little bit of jealousy. You felt bad. You hated that you made him feel that way.
Despite the side eye he gave you as you crawled back toward him on the couch, Bucky let you wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his chest. After a moment, he gave in and put his left arm around your shoulder, grabbing your legs with his right hand and effortlessly pulling you into his lap, causing a smile to break out on your face as you nuzzled into his chest. You finished watching the movie in mostly silence and then made your way to bed, effectively forgetting the situation, for now, at least, as you fell asleep in each other’s arms.
You waited a while, not wanting to make it obvious or seem planned. You didn’t want him to think you were playing with him, or god forbid, pitying him. But a week later, your opportunity presented itself. Bucky came into the living room, looking beautiful as always, freshly out of the shower and wrapped in just a towel hanging low on his waist.
“Have you seen my sweats?” He asked in a huff. You just stared at him in awe and let a little smile find its way to your lips, letting out a small breathy laugh.
“What?” he asked, eyeing you suspiciously.
“Nothing,” you responded, getting up to stand in front of him. You reached up to pull his face down to yours, “…you’re just really pretty,” you said before you kissed his lips softly. Pulling back, resting your foreheads together and brushing your nose against his, you continued, “Such a pretty boy,” your thumb gently stroking his cheek before you moved in to kiss him again, “…my pretty boy.”
At that, though, Bucky’s eyes narrowed and his pupils dilated as he pulled slightly away from you. “Oh, now I’m a pretty boy, huh?” he asked darkly.
You nodded your head, already feeling yourself heat up at his tone as you dropped your hand from his cheek, allowing it to trail slowly down Bucky’s chest and stomach until you reached the towel that was covering him. Looking up into his eyes, you were met with a lust filled gaze as his eyes bore into your own; your breath hitching at the sight. You didn’t realize how affected Bucky had been by you calling someone other than him pretty, but it was clear now that it must have really riled him. You couldn’t believe two little words could get such a reaction out of him, but you were loving it.
“Always,” you breathed.
Not wasting another second, you pulled his towel off and let it drop to the floor.
As you went to get on your knees in front of him, Bucky stopped you and pulled you up by your arms, bringing you flush to his chest.
“What do you think you’re doing, princess?” Bucky questioned as he brought his thumb up to your lips, pulling your bottom lip as he stared down at you almost predatorily before moving his hand to caress your face.
“I.. I just wanna make you feel good.” you answered, trying to fight off a stutter caused by his intense gaze..
“Yeah? You wanna make me feel good?” he teased, “Then tell me, who’s your pretty boy, baby girl?” he questioned in your ear, “Wanna hear you say it… Say it,” His voice was deep and commanding, it sent shivers up your spine and had your heart racing. His hand was now wrapped tightly around the back of your neck, squeezing slightly while tilting your head up to meet his gaze, his other hand was on your soft waist, still holding you flush against him.
“You,” you breathed out right away, melting into him, “you are. You’re my pretty boy,” you smiled breathlessly.
“That’s right, baby,” he cooed as he pulled off your sweatshirt with ease before you quickly peeled your shorts down your legs, effectively baring yourself fully to him as you had decided to forgo any undergarments that morning. You’d stopped feeling any sort of self-consciousness around him a long time ago. His never ending praise and admiration of your body was your new normal and you never thought twice or worried about him seeing you in all of your glory. Especially when he always made sure you knew you were glorious. He bit back a groan as his hands wandered up and down your exposed body, kneading your breasts, running over your tummy, one of his fingers tracing over a stretch mark as he went before gripping your fleshy, wide hips and squeezing your full bottom. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to the feeling of his hands on your skin, he always left you dazed and breathless and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Leaning into you, he brushed his lips against yours. It was soft and slow at first, but quickly turned into something more passionate; more raw and heated as your carnal desires took over the both of you.
In an instant, Bucky had you on your back, pinning you down on the couch as his lips left yours to ghost over your neck, making his way down your chest. Once he reached your breasts, he took one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue over your stiffened peak, licking and sucking as his hand massaged your other breast before switching to deliver the same attention to the other. You mewled and whined at the sensations he was sending through you, spreading your legs around him to grant him more access to you as he positioned himself better between your thick thighs.
Soon enough, his hard length was rubbing against your dripping slit, the head of his cock brushing against your clit as he continued playing with you. With each movement of his hips, a moan fell from your lips. Desperate and needy and wanting.
As he held your hips down pushing you into the cushion with one hand, his other hand lined himself up to your waiting hole. “You’re my pretty girl, babydoll. Can’t get enough of you. Need to be in you, baby. Wanna see that look on your face when I stuff you full of my cock.”
“Wanna hear every little sound that comes out of your mouth. Be loud for me, alright, sweetheart. Can you do that, huh? Can you be my good girl? Let me hear you, doll.”
“I can be your good girl,” you nodded fervently, “I’ll be your good girl, please, Bucky, please,” you whimpered breathily. Bucky’s fingers dug into your hips as he finally thrust into you. You shuddered as he entered you, gasping while a deep, sinful groan left his throat, only arousing you further. He set a fast pace that had him smashing his hips into yours in the most pleasurable way, your swollen clit being stimulated with his every thrust. The feel of him inside of you was near indescribable, drowning you in the pleasure that only he could bring you. It was almost too much, too soon. You needed him to slow down. You hooked your leg around his waist and reached up and around him to bring him as close to you as you could.
“Slow down,” you pleaded, staring up into his captivated and captivating gaze. He complied right away and soon fell into a slower rhythm, thrusting deeper into you than he had previously. He was hitting all the right spots, sending sparks of electricity through you with each thrust. As you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, you became even needier. You were a moaning, babbling mess. You weren’t even sure you were making sense at that point, but you didn’t really care. All you could focus on was Bucky and the pleasure he was giving you, nothing else mattered at that moment but him.
You crashed your lips into his, needing as much of him as you could get, “I’m your good girl. I’m your- I’m yours. Always yours,” you continued through soft, sultry moans, “You’re so good to me. You make me feel so good, Bucky. God, you feel so good. You’re perfect. And so pretty,” you laughed the last bit breathlessly. “My pretty boy. Mine,” you rasped harshly, raking your fingers through his hair and tugging tightly. Bucky let out a deep, guttural moan at your praise and the sensation of you all around him. He was teeming with ecstasy, growing more and more drunk off of your every word and movement. He was so close and could tell you were too by the way your walls were pulsing around his length as he moved inside of you. He was determined to bring you over the edge with him, putting one hand between your bodies as his fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles over the nub.
Your brain nearly short circuited at the feeling, causing you to clench hard around him; that coupled with the animalistic noise that left his throat next had you seeing stars and dissolving into pleasure as ecstasy rippled through you, your entire body going tense and your legs shaking as your orgasm overtook you.
You felt Bucky’s hips stutter against you as he lost his rhythm and watched his eyes squeeze shut at the pleasure; his mouth falling open as he came inside you with another languid groan, filling you to the brim. He rode you both through your highs before his movements finally stopped. He leaned down and grasped your face as he pulled you into another bruising kiss.
He pulled away slightly, looking into your eyes and still holding your face in his hands, his gaze was filled with unadulterated desire.
“My pretty girl. All mine,” He growled possessively through gritted teeth.
You whimpered pathetically in response and he chuckled lightly as his intense gaze softened, turning into something more playful, his thumbs moving to stroke your cheeks. With a mischievous smirk, he gently pulled out of you, his cock already getting hard again, god bless that super soldier serum running through his veins.
“Don’t worry, darlin’. We’re just gettin’ started. Haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet,” He spoke in a southern accent that had your eyes going wide, eyebrows quirking at him as his voice sent tingles through you in anticipation. His hands still cupped your cheeks, placing a sweet, yet intoxicating kiss to your lips. He sent you a wink as he got off of you and moved to pick you up, carrying you to your bedroom.
With your arms draped around his neck, you wondered aloud, “Would it be weird if I called you Sheriff?”
“Babydoll, that’s the only thing you’ll be calling me tonight if you know what’s good for ya. Do I make myself clear?” He asked gruffly as he dropped you onto the mattress. You let out a light laugh as you landed. He was getting really into the role and you were unbelievably turned on. You bit your lip lightly before looking up at him through your lashes, you nodded and replied meekly, “Yes, Sheriff.” He pet your head as he looked down at you lovingly, “That’s my good girl,” he praised.
You’d never get enough of him looking at you like that, praising you like he did. It always left you flustered, and with your heart feeling as though it would explode from being so full. And Bucky felt the same. He’d do anything you ever asked of him. You always looked at him with such adoration, such devotion. He never felt worthy of it, but you always had him feeling as if maybe he was deserving of such love and affection, and he was just so grateful to have it coming from you. And this role playing thing, it was actually really getting him going. He planned on keeping it up as long as you wanted him to; he was ready to go all night. And so were you, he realized as you pulled him down onto the bed with you, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of the night tangled up together.
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