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Devoured

Gojo Satoru x Vampire!reader

CW: Shameless smut, dub con, yandere gojo, rough, violence, blood play, knife play, cursing, degradation, praise, female anatomy. MDNI. Reader is on the prowl when she runs into a certain white-haired sorcerer.

Halloween was your favorite day of the year.

It was the one day that you could truly be yourself, no hiding who you were. Or what you were. People dressed up in costumes of characters they love, dressing up to show off their looks, or pretending to be monsters. Little did they know that real monsters walk among them every day, monsters like you.

You’ve been alive in this world for over one hundred years, lying low and usually strictly drinking from animals to avoid drawing attention to yourself. Recently, you’ve been craving more. During this day and age, it was easy to find willing human participants. Vampires were popular in many cultures; you had found numerous sites and fandoms that craved to be fed from. At first you refused to engage with that community, but curiosity and gluttony got the best of you. You could never deny that human blood was divine.

Which is why you were sitting in a crowded bar on Halloween, waiting to meet a man that you met through social media. He begged and pleaded to meet a real-life vampire. You sat at the bar, waiting for the man to show up but he was running late, and you were running out of patience. You had already had numerous shots, the bar tender had wanted to cut you off 4 shots ago, but you convinced him you were more than capable of handling your liquor. Your mind was starting to get hazy. People swayed and danced to the music around you, laughing and giggling while showing off their attire.

It would be so easy.

They were easy prey, their sweet blood reeked with alcohol and drugs, not that you minded. It would still be a delicacy even if it was tainted. You scoffed to yourself, the alcohol clouding your judgement while you looked around the room, assessing each person in the bar. The cute woman dressed like a slutty cat would be a piece of cake, you could get her back to your house with a few charming words and a couple more shots in her system. Or maybe you should take home the cute bartender, who has not so subtly been eyeing you up and down since you sat at the bar.

You continued scanning the bar until you saw a white-haired man sitting on the other side of the bar, staring back at you. He lounged on the couch, taking up as much space as physically possible. One of his strong arms draped on the top of the couch and a drink in his other hand. His long legs were spread open wide, almost as if he was inviting you to sit between them.

You laughed, trying to shake off the urge to approach him but the intensity of his gaze drew you to him. He was handsome, with sharp features, beautiful hair, and clear porcelain skin. He wore an expensive looking suit, perfectly tailored to fit his muscular build, and showed off his toned arms. His most notable feature was his eyes. In all your years, you’ve never seen anyone with eyes that blue, they looked like diamonds that were floating in the ocean. They bore a hole through you, fixating on you alone.

When you were human, he would have made you nervous, too shy to attempt to talk with him. Now, you finished another shot, smoothed out the tight mini dress that clung to your body and swayed your hips as you walked toward him. He gave you a wicked smile, watching every step you took. You sat down on the couch next to him, crossing your legs seductively. His gorgeous eyes trailed up and down your body, stopping at where your fingers were playing with the end of your dress.

“What are you supposed to be?” You questioned.

His smile grew and he leaned in and whispered, “A killer”.

You smirked and nodded; he was not what you were expecting. He bit his bottom lip while he looked you up and down once more.

“Based off how you are dressed, you must be a model.” His voice was playful and flirtatious. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at his pickup line.

“Not quite.” You gave him a sweet smile, showing off your fangs.

“Oh, you’re a vampire?”

“You’re handsome and smart.” You ran your tongue over your teeth before scooting closer to him. He smelled very sweet and enticing, the scent made your mouth water. “Are you here alone?”

“I am. I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to be by yourself as well. Are you waiting for someone?”

He sipped at his drink before setting it down on the table. He turned his body towards you and rested his arm above the couch around you, his fingertips grazed your shoulder. His scent overwhelmed you as he got closer to you. The temptation to devour him right then and there grew with each second you spent in his company.

“What? Are you stalking me?” You asked him and laughed, playfully slapped his chest, lingering a moment to feel his heart beating in his broad chest. The sound of each thump of his heart echoed in your head like a drum. You could barely hear yourself think over its constant pounding.

“Yeah, I am. I’m a killer, remember?” He broke out in a mischievous smile. You laughed again, throwing your head back and dazzling him with a beautiful smile.

“How could I forget? I was waiting for someone, but it seems like he stood me up.” You pretended to pout, even though you were glad that the vampire fanatic you were supposed to meet didn’t show up. The thrill of picking up and seducing this man, tricking him into coming home with you, was amazing. It was like a game of chess, you made slow and strategic moves to get closer and closer to taking the prize.

“He’s an idiot for not showing up for a gorgeous woman like you. I’m Satoru. Let me buy you a drink.”

Pawn to E5.

You gave him your name and accepted his offer. He flagged down a waitress and ordered the two of you drinks. You made small talk with him, exchanging flirtatious quips back and forth. Every few minutes you would move closer to each other, you let your leg rest against his while his hand rested on your knee. His touch was hot against your cool skin, the feeling made you clench your thighs together. His other hand played with a strand of your hair absentmindedly.

Knight to C6.

You adjusted your dress, pulling at the bust, making your breast slightly bounce and grab his attention. He bit his lip while he watched you, eating you up with his gaze. The hunger and lust in his eyes was evident; he made no attempt to hide his desire for you.

Knight to D4. This is too easy.

The waitress returned with your drinks and the two of you talked and drank for some time. Slowly his hand moved up your thigh, pulling you a little closer to him. He gave you his undivided attention, smiling and making you laugh, it was clear that this wasn’t the first time he’s picked up a woman from a bar. He was charming and playful but there was an edge to him too. Underneath the smile and his good looks, you sensed something dark within him.

“So sweetheart, how about you and I get outta here?” He propositioned you, his fingers sliding underneath your dress and dangerously closer to your core. You imagined how those fingers would feel inside you, slipping in between your wet folds, while the taste of his sweet blood lingered on your tongue.

“You have no idea.” You reached out and played with the collar of his shirt, giving him a wide smile that showcased your sharp fangs.

Checkmate.

You arrived at his penthouse after a cab ride filled with light petting and teasing. When he opened the door, you were blown away. His apartment was filled with expensive paintings, exquisite furniture and completely spotless. The minute you stepped in you were overwhelmed with the scent of him all around you. Your excitement grew, an ache spreading in your stomach.

He shut and locked the door before pulling you against him with a firm grip on your waist. His soft lips ghosted yours, only millimeters from your own.

“Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you?” He whispered, one of his hands drifting down to your ass, giving it a hard squeeze. You smirked and looked up into his eyes, trying to read him.

“Looking for me? Or just a beautiful woman to take home?” You teased him and ran your fingers up and into his soft hair. He groaned when you took a handful of his locks into your hand, gently pulling his head to the side so his neck was exposed to you. The drumming of blood pumping through the veins in his neck put you in a trance. His laugh shook his body, and the playful aura that was around him seemed to dissipate.

He grabbed your face by your chin, redirecting your focus to his lips as they crashed into yours, hungrily moving with yours. The grip on your ass tightened and held you flush against him. His leg slipped between your legs and his thigh rubbed against your core. The muscles in his thigh tensed when you ground your hips against him.

The feeling of your swelling bud pressed against him made you moan, allowing him the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. He tasted sweet with a hint of alcohol. It was intoxicating. His wet tongue wrestled with yours, skimming over your fangs but not hard enough to pierce him.

He picked you up and carried you through the apartment with ease. His large muscles rippled underneath you, while he moved toward the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. You clung to him and kissed him passionately. The taste and feeling of him mixed with the alcohol made your head swim.

He threw you onto his mattress and climbed on top of you. His legs straddled your hips, and one of his large hands held both of yours about your head, pinning you down. He looked down at you, his eyes clouded with lust.

“No, I’ve been looking for you little vampire.” He used his free hand to undo his tie, wrapping the fabric around your wrists, binding them together with a tight knot. He leaned back onto his heels, looking over every inch of you. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers up your spine. You were starting to wonder which one of you was the predator, and which one was the prey.

His hand push the bottom of your dress up revealing your white lace panties underneath. He groaned at the sight of the damp fabric, leaning down close to place his lips against them, lapping at the slick that saturated them. You moaned and arched your back as you felt his tongue lick against your cloth covered pussy, leaving you wanting more.

Satoru inhaled your scent, burying his face against your core, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Fuck, I didn’t expect you to be so sexy. What a shame.” He mumbled to himself before getting off the bed and undressed down to his boxers. His body was impeccable, with a sculpted, and wide chest and broad shoulders with rippling abs that lead down to his long, and thick cock that stood erect. He opened his nightstand and a long, sharp knife emerged from the drawer and he twirled it in his hand skillfully.

You let out a laugh. “What are you going to do, kill me?”

He laughed along with you while circling the bed, moving closer to where your head rested. He stopped and pulled you to the edge of the mattress, letting your head hang off the side. The cold blade run up the column of your neck slowly, threatening to break the skin. It excited you, thrilled you, yet it made you nervous.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” His voice was sweet and warm but his look was dark and cold. He scrapped the knife down to the strap of your dress. He swiftly slipped the cold steel under the strap and cut through it, repeating this action on the other strap. He pulled his boxers down, letting his cock slap against his stomach.

You were getting impatient, wanting to get to the part where you drank him dry while his massive cock filled you up. You opened your mouth wide and looked up at him with pleading eyes. He smirked and stroked his length over you, little beads of precum leaking at the tip.

“So eager, such a little whore. Don’t even think about biting me, little vampire.” He punctuated his statement by pushing his tip into your mouth. The taste of him, both salty and sweet, bloomed on your tongue. He threw his head back and moaned shoving himself deeper and into your throat. His hand wrapped around your neck while he rested the blade against your skin.

He was rough and brutal, fucking your face with abandon, chasing his own high. His aggressiveness made you soak your panties, wishing your hands were free to touch your needy pussy. You breathe through your nose while he kept a consistent pace in and out of your mouth, drool coating his cock and running down your face.

“Fuck. You’re making me second guess this. Maybe I should keep you around after all.” He grunted, his voice breaking a little with every thrust. You tried pulling away from him, something inside you told you to run. He held you down, keeping you from getting away from him. He was strong, intimidatingly strong.

You pulled against the tie wrapped around your arms until it tore, freeing your hands. You pushed back against him hard sending him crashing against the wall behind him. You made a break for it, climbing out of the bed and running to the door. Before you could open it, he threw you against it, your chest slamming into the wood. He pressed himself against you hard, caging you in.

“What the fuck Satoru!” You yelled and tried to push him off you, but he didn’t budge. He was stronger and faster than any other human you had met.

“I told you kitten, I’m a killer. Some people aren’t too happy to have you hanging around town and they sent me after you. I thought it would be harder to get you back here, but you just threw yourself at me willingly.” You felt his chest rumble with a deep laugh, while a hand slipped into your panties, tracing your slit lightly. “Don’t worry, I’ll still give you what you came here for though.”

A moan ripped through your chest when his finger pushed past your entrance, reaching deep inside you. The palm of his hand pressed against your clit, making your legs shake, pleasure coursing through your body.

“You’re so wet, you want this don’t you?” He whispered with his lips pressed into your ear. You placed your palms flat against the door with the intent to push him away from you again, but the feeling of his finger pumping into you stopped you. He dragged his finger along your walls, reaching that spot that made you grind your hips down into his hand.

“You can try to kill me all you want, but you won’t succeed.” Your voice was breathy, not coming off nearly as menacing as you wanted it to.

He slipped another finger into your tight hole, spreading you open and rutting into you harder. You moved your hips in time with his movements, riding his fingers, the fire building in your core. You needed him in every way.

You body tensed as he pumped faster, your pussy squeezing him as you quickly approached your orgasm. Just as you were about to reach your high, he quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards the bed. You hit his chest as hard as you could, but he was unfazed. It was like you completely missed somehow even though you felt your fist make contact with him.

“You can’t hurt me baby, not unless I want you to.” He pulled you back onto the bed and pulled your panties down your legs. He bundled them and sniffed them, breathing in the smell of your arousal. You smiled, baring your fangs at him, but he only smirked.

“You know what I am, now what are you? You’re not normal.” You asked him hesitantly as he crawled onto the bed closer to you. His hands rested on your knees and spread them wide, exposing your dripping pussy. He leaned down to nuzzle his tongue into your warmth.

His hot, wet muscle lapped up your juices, and your eyes fell back as you savored the sensation. The sound of his deep, guttural moan made you clench and ache more. Bright, blue eyes watched as you thrashed and moaned under his touch. He used his thumbs to spread you open while he gently sucked on your bud. Your legs tried to snap shut from the stimulation, but his large frame forced them open. You hissed through your teeth when his fingers slipped back into you, while he lapped and sucked on your sensitive clit. The bed shifted as he started rutting his weeping cock into it, desperately seeking some friction to soothe the throbbing ache in his balls.

“So, you’re some sick vampire hunter or something?” You whispered between moans, barely able to form coherent words while he ravished you like it was his last meal. He slapped your thigh hard, before pushing your legs back, pressing them down against the bed, folding you in half. He loomed over you, imprisoning you under him.

He smiled down at you, another sweet and deceiving smile. You reached a hand up and wrapped it around his neck, squeezing slightly, trying to take control. He allowed you to hold him still, looking down on you expectingly.

“Well, are you going to try to kill me little vampire? Before I fuck you dumb?” His smile widened.

You ran your hand up into his hair and pulled him down to kiss you, tasting yourself on his tongue. You mumbled against his lips, “No, I’ll kill you after”.

He suddenly slammed his cock into you, impaling you on his long cock. The intrusion made you gasp and throw your head back in ecstasy. He didn’t wait for you to adjust before rutting into you harshly. The sound of your slick glazing his cock and skin slapping skin was barely audible over your loud moans.

You kissed him again, opening your mouth to let him in. He groaned into your mouth before his tongue brushed against yours. You waited until the right moment, then quickly bit down on his tongue, drawing blood.

The sweet taste of his blood flooded your mouth as you kissed him and sucked gently at the wound. You were gone, drunk with pleasure and the taste of him coating your throat. He thrusted into you hard, the force pushing you further into the bed. He kissed you passionately, as if he was consuming you just like you were consuming him.

Next, you bit his lip, puncturing his soft skin. Blood trickled down his chin while you drank from him. He groaned and pounded into you faster, the grip he had on one of your legs tightened, spreading you wider. You moaned with every punishing thrust of his hips, his hot skin burning you up.

He broke the kiss and slowly pulled out of you, his eyes glued to the sight of his hard length, shimmering with your arousal, sliding out of your tight pussy. You whimpered at the loss of his touch. He laughed under his breath and sat with his back against the headboard. His oceanic eyes stared at you while he stroked himself.

“Come here little vampire. You’re going to ride me and beg me to fuck you like the whore you are.”

You wiped your mouth, and crawled up the bed to him seductively, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck. You hovered over the tip of his cock, rubbing it through your folds.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this just as bad as I do, Satoru. Does it turn you on when I do this?” You trailed kisses down his jaw and to his neck, stopping above his pulse point. You pressed your lips against the soft drumming of his heartbeat. You had him right where you wanted him, pliant and offering himself to you. Some killer he was.

Your sharp fangs penetrated his skin, and you drank greedily from his coursing vein as you sank down onto him. A load moan slipped past his lips and your eyes fell shut in bliss. He held you against him, opening his neck up to you, but not allowing you to move on top of him. You were crazed, needing to feel his cock bullying your needy hole, while his taste satisfied your hunger.

“Yeah, but you didn’t beg sweetheart. Don’t make me kill you before you finish, I can feel how badly you want to cum.” He sighed and rested his head against the headboard. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of you feeding off him, his mind was clouded with euphoria. He didn’t imagine it would feel this good, it took every ounce of self-control he had to prevent himself from rutting his hips up into you. The fluttering of your cunt around his aching cock made him groan in agony and need.

With each second that passed, you expected him to grow weaker and faint as you drank more and more of him. You planned to drain him until he was weak enough to release his hold on you, freeing you to bounce on his cock as much as you wanted. That moment never came, his grip even tightened when you tried to wiggle and hump him. At the rate you were feeding from him, he should be out cold or worse.

You were almost full, and he was still trapping you against him with a smile on his face.

“You can’t kill me kitten. Drink to your little hearts content, I can heal myself faster than you can drain me.” His voice brought you out of your trance. Your eyes flew open, and you pulled back, blood dripping from the corner of your mouth. You stared at him, watching the trickle of blood from his wound slow and then come to a halt, the wound closing almost instantly. You froze, trying to understand what was happening. Trying to figure out what he was, who he was.

“Now beg for me.” He stared back at you through white dusted eyelashes while he rolled his pelvis against you once, teasing you.

Your mouth fell open, the fire in your core burning hot again.

“Please, just…please fuck me.” You mumbled, feeling defeated.

He fucked up into you, his cock spreading you wide. The power of his thrust made your breast bounce and jiggle in his face. He let your hips go, electing to rip the remainder of your dress, leaving you completely bare on top of him. You ground clit against him while he pushed himself as deep as your body allowed him to.

“Shit, that’s too deep.” You breathed out.

“Too fucking bad. You got what you wanted, now it’s my turn.” He slurred, while he took your soft breast in his hands. He roughly fondled them, rolling your erect nipples through his fingers. You moaned and leaned into his touch. He was the only thing your mind could focus on, even when you should be trying to figure out how to run away from him.

“This pussy is so sweet, you feel so good.” He moaned, pounding harshly into you. It took your breath away. You hung your head back, your muscles tensing as you felt yourself being blinded by your orgasm. Your legs shook and your cum covered his abdomen and legs as you came.

He smiled up at you, watching your hazy eyes droop down. He pumped into you faster, sweat running down his forehead, your pussy sucking him in as your climax rippled through your body.

“Such a slut, cumming all over your assassin’s cock. Look at you, a vicious monster, drooling on my cock. Too dumb to run away and too weak to kill your victim.” He grunted and wrapped a large hand around your neck, and his other hand grabbed your hip.

He lifted you up and down his twitching member as if you weighed nothing. He fucked you vigorously, driving his hips up into your overstimulated pussy while he brought you down on him. You cried out, his tip slamming into your cervix. He watched where the two of you were connected, gazing at your cum covering both of you and his cock disappearing into your tight cunt. The image of him plunging himself into you while you babbled and gasped made his balls tighten.

His abs tightened as he threw his head back, pumping you full of his hot, sticky cum. He moaned as he came, you couldn’t help but admire how gorgeous he looked, overtaken with lust and pleasure. He let out a shaky breath and released your neck. You sat on top of him while both of you caught your breath.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the glint of the knife on the other side of the bed. Quickly, you leaped for the weapon, but he was faster, kicking you back and off the bed. You landed on the floor with a thud, the impact knocking the wind out of you. As you tried to get up you noticed he was already standing over you. He kicked you in the side, rolling you over on to your back. You scrambled to get up, swinging at him, but he smoothly dodged your attack.

It was now or never. You pushed yourself up and bolted for the door, the human blood giving you extra strength. You ripped the door open and ran for the exit. Just as you unlocked the door, as the doorknob turned and you were almost free, his hand hit the door, forcing it shut again.

“You’re not going anywhere. I have changed my mind though.” His voice was playful and light.

You turned around to face him, pressing yourself against the door to create as much distance from him as possible. He looked down on you, his hair covering one of his otherworldly eyes, a smile gracing his face.

“Don’t look so scared, I decided I’m not going to kill you.”

You waited for a sense of relief, but it never came.

“No, I’m going to keep you here and lock you up. You can do whatever you want in the penthouse and in exchange you’ll take care of the place. You can even spend my money on whatever you want.” He paused, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “What do ya say?”

You shook your head, fear prickling your skin.

“Hmm, too bad. You don’t really have a choice.” He kissed you again, his arms blocking you in.

“You’re mine now, little vampire.”

--This was so much fun to write, thinking about making it a series. please let me know what you think, I love getting comments from you guys. Reblogging helps spread my work. Thank you for reading!

#gojo satoru #gojo fanfic #gojo #gojo headcanons #gojo saturo #jjk fanfic #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo angst #yandere gojo #yandere #vampire #vampire fanfic #vampire fiction #vampire fantasy

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g1rlr0b1n · 23 days

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Look guys!!! It's G1rlR0b1n 💖💖💖 (bet you didn't know this is what my handle meant lol)

Yet another commission by the super talented @tamdrry!!! (this was done a while ago I just hadn't gotten around to posting it)

So, there was actually a fic that was supposed to go along with this but... I never got around to finishing it 😭

If you want to see what I had planned to write you can check it out under the cut. 👇

One of my personal headcanons is that Damian is nonbinary (or trans but for this particular story, just nonbinary for now)

Anyway, he starts to discover this after spending a lazy afternoon with Cass and Steph in Cass's room.

They're cleaning out her closet and think it'd be fun to play dress up with her little brother. He relents because he likes feeling included and he enjoys their company and doesn't 'want to mess this up'. They're several piece swaps and a whole makeover in when the girls finally settle on what they have decide is the perfect 'fit. Damian turns to see himself in the mirror, mini skirt, crop top, fish nets, combat boots, smoky cat-eye, glossy lips, and he just…freezes… doesn't react… until he does. He starts to cry and flees from the room. The girls don't know what to do but they run after him. He nearly knocks Bruce over in the hallway, then the girls come storming after and he stops them.

Bruce: what's going on?

Steph (she looks worried): we were just messing around, we didn't mean to make him cry!

Cass (also upset and crying herself): we didn't mean to hurt him.

Bruce: ok, let me talk to him. Go back to your room, we'll chat in a bit. Try to calm down, ok?

The girls nod reluctantly but turn and go back to Cass's room. Bruce had long suspected that Damian may be having a difficult time with self-discovery from little things he's picked up on and from when he was at that age himself. he had a feeling something like this would be coming sooner than later, after all, emotions and individuality were not traits looked highly upon by the League of Assassins… or (he admits) with the Batman. he knocks on his door and when there is no answer he peeks in. Damian is sitting on the carpet in front of his floor length mirror.

Bruce: hey chum

Damian:

Bruce: can I sit down?

He says nothing again but scootches over slightly

Bruce: you wanna talk about it?

Damian:

Bruce: Cass and Steph think they've upset you.

Damian shakes his head: I'm not mad at them. (He emphasizes the word 'them')

Bruce: are you mad at yourself?

Damian nods but says nothing else. Bruce pulls him into a hug and he allows it, buries his face into him, cries, and Bruce just holds him there. They say nothing else until Damian finally let's go an eternity later. Bruce tells him he won't make him talk about it and he won't make him explain himself to the girls but he is going to tell Cass and Steph that he isn't upset with them unless he would like to do it himself (he'll tell them nothing more than that, he emphasizes). Damian's not ready to face them, he tells his father he can relay the message, and he does, later once Damian has asked to be left alone. The girls are relieved, they don't ask questions, they respect Damian's privacy. It's one of the reasons why Damian loves them.

A week later Bruce takes Damian to go to a fashion show with him, he goes because his father has been nagging him to put more effort into him public persona long before this anyway. There he sees androgynous models wearing mashups of typically male and female clothing and something starts to click. He feels seen for the first time but the feeling is uncomfortable and he begins to sink into himself, Bruce pulls him into his side, and he doesn't pull away.

Another week goes by and Damian comes home to find a large box on his bed, tied up with a large red ribbon. There is a tag that just reads, "fighting evil by moonlight". He opens the box and there is a new Robin uniform inside reminiscent of one of his favorite characters, Sailor Moon. The tears he cries are from happiness this time.

#damian wayne #bruce wayne #dc comics #sorry if it's choppy. it's just a concept 😅 (the fic)#also I kept going back and forth with the adult in this story #at first it was Selina in the cool step-mom role but I decided that wasn't intimate enough #then it was Dick as the caring older brother but I dumped that because he sounded too fatherly #sooo...I changed it to an actual father lol #enter good dad Bruce lol #Anyway this is one of my favorite comms because Sailor Robin is actually dedicated to my wife who is transfem 💖

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strniohoeee · 7 months

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chris doesn't know how to confess his love to reader so he showers her with gifts and compliments , then nick gets him to finally confess

Adoration

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris is out of his mind in love with Y/N, but only knows how to shower her in gifts and compliment her. However Nick talks him into expressing his feelings….but will he?💌

Warnings⚠️: None this is so cute 🥹

Song for the imagine: Close Friends- Lil Baby and Gunna

We used to tell each other everything

I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings

Chris and I had been best friends for a good 2 years now, and it was terrible how we could not be separated. I think Chris just brought so much comfort and warmth into my life that I couldn’t let him go.

It’s actually weird that he and I got close when it was Matt and I who originally became friends, and then I became friends with Nick and then Chris. There’s just something different about Chris.

Apart from us being best friends I was really starting to like Chris. I mean it was so bad that I was constantly watching ship edits of us and saving them on a spam account….yeah I know, down bad, and delusional. I couldn’t help myself.

I think when Chris and I first met we kind of had this flirty little crush on each other, but as we got older and became closer it stopped. I wondered if Chris actually did like me, or if I was going crazy.

Chris had this bad habit of buying everything for me, like his way of showing his love for me was buying everything and giving me compliments. If I said I liked a perfume the next day he’d have it for me, if I said red roses were beautiful he got me a whole bouquet.

It didn’t matter if I said I liked something within 24 hours it was in my hands. Chris had gone and bought me all these clothes from a brand I said I had liked. And when I did a try on haul for him he couldn’t stop complimenting me.

“That looks amazing”

“You look beautiful”

“That one fits perfectly”

And if he wasn’t giving me gifts, he was showering me with all types of compliments…CONSTANTLY

Nick had even sent us an edit to the group chat that said

“Let’s count the amount of times Chris compliments Y/N in one video”

It was their recent vlog, and boy did he say a lot

“Oh you smell good”

“I like your hair like that”

“When did you dye your hair black? I love it”

“I love your outfit, let’s give her a round of applause”

“Oh look at that makeup..mhmm look at those lashes that shits fireeee”

“Y/N look! This reminded me of you”

“I’m getting this for you, you’d look so cute with this on”

“Fuck these bitches uppppp, give us a model poses mhmmm”

“I love the red on you, makes your skin tone pop”

In one fucking video…..Jesus their fans are going to think we’re dating.

Chris was struggling on how to come to terms with liking Y/N. He was so in love with her that he had no idea what to do with himself, so he poured all that love into gift giving and compliments. Nick however was getting annoyed with his younger brother.

“If our fans are noticing your massive crush, and are making edits of you two, I think it’s time that you open your mouth, and tell her how you feel” Nick said to Chris

“What do you mean” Chris asked him

“CHRIS you’re out of your mind in love with Y/N….everybody can see this. She can see this!” Nick told him

“I guess I never really realized how in love I am with her”Chris said rubbing his eyes

“Yeah…you’re down bad. Best friends don’t just shower each other with all types of expensive gifts, and outrageous compliments” Nick said laughing

“I mean… I guess you’re not wrong. And what if she doesn’t feel the same” Chris asked Nick

“Chris I promise you the feelings are mutual. I could see it from a mile away. That girl is in love with you” Nick told his brother

“Yeah I hope so, especially after the purchase I just got” Chris said going into his top drawer and taking out a red box

“What is that” Nick asked

“Diamond encrusted 14k Gold hoop earrings” Chris said opening the box and showing Nick

“Aren’t those the ones she’s been wanting since forever??” Nick asked Chris while looking at the box

“They sure are. I’ve been saving all my money these past few months to get them for her” Chris said shutting the box

“How much were they?” Nick asked him

“$750” Chris said

“OH MY GOD! You really are in love” Nick said covering his mouth, and Chris nodded at this

I was up in the podcast room fixing the microphones and the checking the cameras since they had to film today, when I heard someone coming up the stairs

“Hey” someone said, and looked up to see Chris

“Heyyy” I said smiling at him

“Whatcha up to?” He asked

“I was checking the cameras and the microphones, but this microphone is not sounding too good, so don’t use it today” I told him pointing at the microphone behind me

“Got it, ummm could I talk to you” he asked

“We’re talking right now” I said laughing at him

“No I know, but umm about something important” he said laughing

“Yeah of course” I said nodding my head

“Listen I really like you, and I wasn’t sure how to go about it, so I just gave you gifts and complimented you. But what I should’ve been doing was talking to you, and telling you how madly in love I am with you” Chris said to me

“You know I kind of had a feeling you liked me. I mean after all the edits I’d watch I started to think hmmm maybe Chris does like ME back” I said looking at him

“Wait…YOU LIKE ME” he said with his smile growing

“Chris YES! How have you not seen it all along? I am head over heels in love with you” I told him

“Get over here” he said, and I walked over to him as he gave me the biggest hug

“I got something for you” Chris said as he pulled out a red box

“PROPOSING” I yelled out

“Ummm no, but maybe we can get that arranged” he said winking at me

“These are for you” he said and handed me the box

I opened the box and my jaw fell…..the earrings I’ve been wanting for months.

“Chris….you remembered?” I asked confused

“How could I forget? I saved up and searched everywhere for these” he said smiling at me

“These must’ve cost so much” I said shaking my head

“Doesn’t matter. I’d spend all my life savings on you” he said

“God I love you” I said pulling him in and kissing him

“I love you more” he said

Chris helped me put the earrings on, and he took a picture of me wearing them, and posted to his instagram story with the song Close Friends friends by Lil Baby, and wrote

“Like Lil Baby said….we started off as close friends”

And then he wrote “and I got her diamond earrings….next will be a matching ring”

This set all their fans off. I mean the love we were getting was absolutely insane.

The End

I hope you enjoyed this one, and for the person that requested this I hope you enjoyed it as well🫢🖤

-J💅🏽

A/N: idk anything else about myself😀

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theresawtf · 24 days

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beach day with hyuka!

pairing- idolhueningkai x chubbyreader

warnings- implied relationship, mentions of insecurities kai being a perfect bf as always , fluffy angst, fluff/smut, slight size kink 🥸, fingering, squirting twice if you squint, sex in front of a mirror EVERYONE CHEER, hella praising (y/n receiving), doggy style (in front of the mirror), slightly mean kai barely, implied shower sex (isn’t included i can do a part two later), they fr end up going to the beach

word count- >1k

with both your schedules conflicting, you havent had a chance to be alone together let alone going out on dates, there was several time where this has happened throughout hueningkai’s career and you guys have always manage to work through it like anything else in your relationship, there was never a problem you guys couldnt fix or work through.

while you and kai were always spending time with each other, you have both come to the agreement that staying in and cuddling couldn’t be the only thing that was considered a date night, so to avoid all confusion you both decided that it was important to alway go out every once in a while. you guys always switch off for who picks the location, and today it was kai’s turn to pick out everything and surprise you.

there were certain times where you wouldn’t feel so secure in your relationship, dating an idol isn’t easy but you knew that, with the interviews, the models and the long distance in and out of different countries— it was a lot to take in but you still managed to have some normalcy in your relationship. it still didn’t stop the unsettling feeling that he could just be tolerating this relationship, i mean honestly could he actually want a real long lasting relationship with you? lets be honest he was attractive and he could pull any female idol he wanted (any idol for that matter), the relationship could be so much easier with understanding the schedule or just the job in general. but that was something you haven’t quite told huening yet, but it was about time you told him.

it was nearing the time that kai was off of work, and you were begin to prepare the stuff you’ll be needing at the beach (bless kai’s heart) but he couldn’t keep a secret for the life of him. you began picking through the bathing suits you had on hand, trying them on to see which one you liked best but every time you did, it felt like nothing would look right or fit right. you knew kai wouldn’t care how you dressed or what you even looked like with the suit on, you knew that he loved you for who you are and not the way you looked in a bathing suit.

you heard the clicking of the lock that was to your shared apartment and in walked kai still humming the latest song from rehearsals, but to his surprise there was only the sounds of frustration coming from your guys bedroom which had kai walking in wondering what was wrong.

“baby is everything okay?” he questioned while he saw the mess of bikinis and one pieces spread across the room while you were rummaging through the drawers of your dresser trying to find one specific top that you could not for the life of you find. he began to step forward towards you, all you could manage to let out a frustrated sign and let him take your hands to guide you to the bed.

“baby tell me whats wrong, did something happen while i was at work?” he was so kind and gentle with his words when it came to you, it didn’t matter if it took you a minute to finally speak he’s just glad you were willing to open up and talk to him.

“i.. i dont know i just.. the bathing suits make me ugly, i cant find the right top i jus-“ kai cut you off completely by kissing your cheek, how dare your brain let you think you look anything but beautiful. there was nothing in the world that you could do or wear that could make him think differently about you.

“it’s the bathing suits fault not you, youre absolutely stunning and i wouldn’t care if you wore nothing to the beach, i just want you to feel comfortable baby, thats all…” he paused while you began to giggle at his comment but somehow he always knew you needed more of a reassurance to convince you.

he began to run his warm palm up and down your thigh trying to relieve any built up anxiety you might still have. “.. you know i love you just the way you are, the way you carry yourself and how you couldn’t care less what anybody else thinks. i just wish you would see yourself the way i see you, because you’re absolutely beautiful so please my love don’t over think it.” the whole time he was looking at you, trying to see what is going on in that pretty little head of yours. but you shook your head trying not to make it an even bigger deal than it was already, but kai didnt mind not one bit, he took your hand into his and gave it a good squeeze before continuing.

“you look absolutely ravishing right now and honestly i dont think we could make it past the front door if you keep changing bathing suits.” kai searched your eyes for something, anything to say that you were okay and still wanted to go with him, even if it wasnt the beach. he just wanted for you to be happy with him by your side.

you began to sniffle a bit, trying hard not to cry in front of him. “thank you hyuka, i’ve actually been scared of telling you but i still feel so conflicting when it comes to us, i know you love me and i know i love you more than you can imagine but i still cant help but feel like..” you choked on your words a bit not wanting them to come out but you knew deep down he should know, kai was still attentive and hanging on to your ever word. he nodded waiting for you to continue.

“i dont want you to think im breaking up with you or anything-“ you started off but kai quickly muttered a quick thanks to whatever gods are out there. -“ but i need you to know i haven’t felt happy in my own body, but it really does help that you love me the way i am.” you gripped onto his sleeve trying to ground yourself in anyway you can. he pulled you in to him and rubbed your back while you let a small cry, he wanted to make sure you let everything out, not wanting to ruin your day any further before speaking.

after your breathing slowed down he gathered your face into his big hands wiping away the tears that lingered on your face, he kissed your nose, then your cheeks and under your eyes and anywhere else that he could kiss you leaving your lips last. “thank you for telling me baby, im glad you were willing to tell me but i need you know that i love you no matter what, i knew what i was getting into when i decided i wanted to date you. i saw your body and didn’t think twice, im so utterly attracted to you if i could contain it, i would. but i don’t because i want you to know how perfect you are.” he left it at a kiss on your lips once more.

“if you dont want to go to the beach we dont have to we can alway find somethi-“ you couldnt stop the rush of emotions that flooded you, all you could do was kiss him letting him know you heard him and wanted to thank him in any way possible.

“oh no, its okay i want to go, i do want to change first before we leave… and i want to wear one of your shirts out.” you said while sitting up to to pick up a bikini set that was a favorite of yours, before you could do anything kai grabbed your wrist while standing up with you.

“before you change, let me show you how beautiful my pretty girl is, yeah?” for someone who just got off practice he has too much energy, but who were you to deny getting dick down by your really hot boyfriend. you nodded letting out a giggle as he guided you to the bed but specifically where the full length mirror (his idea, he got the idea from yeonjun) was in your shared bedroom. he began to peel your mix match bikini set off your perfect body.

he hands felt amazing on your skin, it felt like every insecurity and negative thought has left your body once you kissed him, he continued feeling every inch of your body as you began to tear his clothes off as well not wanting to be the only one on full display.

once his clothes were off, he temporarily broke the kiss while turning you took look in the mirror trying to convince you how unbelievable gorgeous you were to him. “look at my pretty baby” he says in between kisses along your jaw down to your collarbone including everything in between. there was the fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach, you need friction as you grab kai’s wrist guiding it your clit. to which he gladly obliged. leaving tender swirls while leaving light hickeys on display for his pretty baby to see as a reminder.

once you let out a moan he lead you to the bed letting you sit on his lap, your legs dangling wide open for him while he continues to fiddle with your clit eventually he slipped a finger in while you were so wrapped up in the pleasure. leaving open mouth kisses on your lips he’s practically swallowing all the pretty moans you let out not letting any of them go unnoticed. nothing more could be better, your boyfriend finger fucking you in front of a mirror to make sure you know that how incredibly attractive you are to him. and if that didn’t convince you, when you moan his name you could feel hyuka harden against your back, feeling the precum leak all over your ass— it was a filthy scene but you both loved every part of it. he kept adding fingers one at a time making sure you were fully prepped for his dick, but your pretty little body was being stretched perfectly to kai’s liking.

ever since you started having sex with kai, it took him a while to understand that he actually did have a big dick, it took you guys a bit to figure out how to take him all in, but that never stopped him and you never complained because it always ended up with you cumming multiple times just on his hands alone. kai kept working his fingers into your warm gummy walls while simultaneously rubbing your clit with his thumb, as your back arched against hyuka’s broad chest, he pulled your body closer to him, increasing his speed on your clit to which he earned several whimpers from you as you reach for the back of his neck— tugging on his hair earning a broken set of groans from your boyfriend.

you neared your climax, your muscles began to flutter and kai immediately pulled his fingers out and began to rub your already your already sensitive clit.

“kai its too much p-please.” you tried grabbing his hand to slow down his movement but he pulled your hands away letting him have you just how he wanted to.

“oh baby i know you can take it, you just keep your eyes on that mirror, or your not gonna be coming at all.” with his spare hand he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he caressed your cheek still rubbing your clit with an intense speed that was building a knot in your tummy that needed a be released but with kai he would always help you finish but only on his terms (nah this man is so down bad, he’d do anything you say)

“come on doll i know you want to let go, cum for me babydoll” he held your legs open, he knew every inch and curve of your body. there was no trick that he didn’t know that could get you going, he knew how to work you up— finding all your sweet spots, leaving tender kisses in the crook of your neck letting you ride out the high of his fingers. you raised your hips to meet his pace, rubbing your hips at the same rhythm he was— making you crumble in his arms.

before you knew it you felt the wet release and before you could do anything kai reached for your throat pulling you into a kiss so passionate that you felt the air from your lungs disappear, the wet patch on your guys bed was completely disregarded in the moment. after what felt like forever you pulled away from kai’s hungry lips.

“k-kai please fuck me already, i cant wait anymore.” the desperation in your voice had kai in shambles, there was nothing more he wanted then to fuck the living daylight out of you. (his words not mine) and with kai being the most amazing boyfriend ever he did exactly as you said, easily he pulled you up to put you on all fours in front of the mirror. pushing your hair to one side making a makeshift ponytail before positioning his hips against yours, earning a familiar whine the longer he waits. he teased your entrance with his tip only swiping it across ever so slightly before shoving it in inch by inch. your back began to arch trying to shove all of him as you can but still trying to adjust to his length and girth. (BIG DICK HYUKA AGENDA)

“look at you pretty girl, taking my cock so well” he rubbed your waist easing you further down his length, while slightly tugging on your hair wanting more control of your body.

“silly to think its only half way.” as he reaches his hand over to your tummy feeling the bulge form from his cock bullying your cervix. you eventually feel utterly filled from kai that you start drooping your head down to the bed, but kai didnt like that one bit. he lifted the makeshift ponytail to guide you to look at the mirror.

“you are going to watch yourself cum on my dick alright pretty?” he says while starting to pump in snd out as you bobble your head towards the mirror as hyuka kept a steady pace.

“words pretty girl, you will cum right?” kai tsk as you mutter out a broken yes as you continue to keep bouncing back in pace with kai’s rhythm. your eyes never left the constant jiggle of your ass but not only that but your whole body, the movement felt as heavenly as it looked, you could see the way kai just admired everything about it not just because he’s fucking your hole but his hands are everywhere his hands have access to, feeling every bit of you he could. wanting nothing more than to see you cum happily on his cock.

“ngh hueningg i-im gonna cum fuck” you said as he pressed on, helping you ride our your high as his length kisses your cervix leaving no room whatsoever.

“fuck doll youre so hot and bothered, don’t think i can take you out on a date like this. who needs to go to the beach anyways.” kai rubbed your back before gripping onto your hips at an ungodly pace. he couldnt care less if you guys didnt go to the beach, he had his own little paradise and it was right in between your legs, your fluttering mess was enough to satisfy him to the full extent.

you shake your head “n-no baby i still want to go hgn-“ you tried to keep up with kai’s insane pace but the words kept disappearing as soon as kai fingers hooked your clit in between his index and middle finger, causing your legs to shake as you finally were able to release.

“my pretty girl wants to go to the beach, tell me why baby?” oh god was he a tease you knew as soon as you came, he wasn’t letting this go. if it’s one thing about kai— he always wants you to communicate. he kept thrusting in and out of you as you manage to some how find the words.

“ngh- the fucking weather i dont know.” you put your hand up to his hips trying to slow down his pace even just a little bit, and to your surprise he held your hand but still continuing his pace.

“yea right, i want to go because i want to make sure everyone knows how hot my girlfriend is… even if i have to fuck her to convince her.” he leaned down to kiss your back and from that alone erupted shivers all over causing you so squirt all over his cock, once again the sheets underneath were long forgotten as kai also came not far along after.

you painted as kai pulled out, tugging you to lay on him as you guys caught your breath, not missing any moments with each other. you turn to look at kai’s fucked out face (and to believe he only came once this was definitely not over) kai never wanted you to feel bad about your appearance ever again, and if he had to convince you ever time, he was willing to reword it any way you needed to understand— you were his and he didn’t want anyone else.

“mmh kai” you say as you rub his bare chest he turns to you as he kisses your nose, “yes baby?” he says barely registering the fact that you are sitting up on his lap, legs on either side of his.

“i think we should go shower and get ready if we ever want to make it to the beach.” you said with a quick smirk, sliding your core against his own, immediately causing him to get up carrying you to the bathroom for another round in the shower before heading out.

nothing beats a beach day with your boyfriend :3

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kikithedreamerwriter · 10 months

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Y/N x Bayverse!Turtles

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Imagines #1: Baby Fever

I recently started watching Sweeth Tooth on Netflix (seasons 1 was 🔥) and this what if has been at the back of my time for MONTHS.

I know that it may be physiologically impossible for mutant turtles to produce with humans BUT HEAR ME OUT.

What if? There was this worldwide pandemic that only affected females. For months, women would not have their period, their temperature would always be at the high 30’s, they would have constant chills, fatigue, and pain in their uterus. Then one day, everyone affected by the disease just suddenly got better as if nothing ever happened. When these women got pregnant, ninths months later, their babies weren’t just normal humans with normal round faces and small hands and feet. NO. But humans with animal features. Like Sweet Tooth!

So when Y/N, months after contracting the mysterious disease and who has been in a stable relationship with (name your turtle), began experiencing morning sickness, mood swings, weird cravings, and no period, she takes a pregnancy test and to her surprise… it’s positive. Maybe the disease somehow changes the physiology of the human female reproductive system? (Insert your own theory/imagine here!)

What do you guys think? 👀

I’d imagine the offspring to still look quite human with a human face, scales from their of their neck to the tops of their shoulders, the would have a turtle shell with unique patterns, iridescent scales fading from their hands up to their arms and their feet to their legs, they would still have five fingers and toes but their hands and feet would be quite large in proportion to their body, colorful eyes, and a “premature” or “faint” plastron on the front of their chests.

HCs for how the brothers will dad!

Leo

Imagine having twin boys with opposite personalities that bicker at one another 24/7. 👦👦

Talk about karma. Splinter had to deal with him and Raph.

He’s a stern dad, but a fair dad.

Will definitely channel his boys’ energy into training.

I imagine each twin having a favorite uncle. One for Uncle Raph, one for Uncle Donnie, but everyone LOVES Uncle Mikey!

Leo will feel insecure at times because his boys always choose you over him, but he needs to be reminded that that his sons IDOLIZE him and are in absolute awe of him whenever Leo spars with his brothers. They’re always on the sidelines cheering for their daddy. 🥺

Leo will want to be a role model to his boys just as Splinter was to him. 💙

Raph

Definitely a girl dad. 👧

Thinks he can say no to those puppy eyes, but Big Red is WEAK for his baby girl (you too, but he’s going to simp HARDER for your little one).

Definitely dreads the day when she begins to likes boys 💀

Raph DADS when he dads. Baby needs a diaper change? He’s got it. Baby having a fit? Raph’s already got her on his plastron, soothing her to sleep. Baby wants to play? He looks good in pink anyways. ❤️

Raphs’s the knight, baby is the princess, and Uncle Mikey is the dragon during playtime.

Expect ALOT of knitted blankets, stuffed animals, and wooden toys.

Daddy Red is PROTECTIVE. Not even a single scratch is allowed on his precious baby.

Donnie

I can see this technical genius with a little helper of his own 👦👧

Boy or girl, rest assured your baby will be just as loved by their daddy and just smart as their daddy.

I can imagine Donnie just curating a library for his little one and he would change the selections yearly. His baby would have their own little library card 🥺 So will all the cousins!

Would LOVE to answer all those annoying “what’s that?” and “why?” questions of your baby whenever they visit him at his lab.

His kid would have his own step stool, lab coat, and protective eyewear in a bin beside his 💜

Funnily enough, they would share a similar love for poptarts 😅

Mikey

Out of all his brothers, Mikey remembers most what it’s like to be a kid, so having one of his one is simply a blessing and an opportunity to provide his own a good childhood like Splinter did for him and his brothers 🥺

You’ll have to do most of the discipline, but he’ll be your cheerleader and “emotional support” when you do that. Like Raph, he can never get mad at his babies.

Yes more than one. One is NOT enough.

Expect alot of sleepovers, Mario Kart game nights, and skate board rink sessions with not only his kids but ALL the cousins ✨

His children will 100% inherit his suave and personality.

He’s the FUN DAD period. Even when his kids are fully grown and have done things that may disappoint him, he will still love them just the same as the first time he saw their adorable little faces 🧡

Like these imagines? What head cannons should I make next? Please reblog and like you enjoyed this 💕✨ Yes you! 👀

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the-muppets-present · 7 months

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The Muppets Present: Chess the Musical

Chess the Musical is an underrated gem, and we absolutely love it. The concert version, considered by most to be the definitive version, can be found on youtube in this playlist, which has nearly the entire complete concert (part 12 has been removed, but the only song missing is "The Deal (No Deal)") and I highly recommend you give it a listen, because the music is honestly top tier. The concert version is what we will be referencing here, since all the various stage versions are so different from each other (this show really suffered from over workshopping). If you're new here, take a moment to review our rules for casting. NOW, onto the show.

The Show

Chess the Musical is the story of the chess world championship tournament in 1979. The cold war is raging, and the two world champions are from the US and Soviet Union respectively. The story focuses on these two players and their personal lives and dramas set against the backdrop of the political strife between the east and west, as they are unwillingly used as pawns in the conflict.

The show has a core cast of seven characters and an ensemble with a few interesting standouts who can be filled out by muppets and humans alike. These are the key players:

Anatoly Sergievsky - "The Russian": The champion from Soviet Russia—a troubled husband and father who despises the propaganda and politics of the tournament.

Freddie Trumper -"The American": The champion from the United States—a self-absorbed, fame-and-fortune-seeking, short-tempered bad boy.

Florence Vassy - Freddie's strong-willed second and possible paramour, who is strained by Freddie's brashness and begins to feel a pull towards Anatoly as the tournament progresses.

Alexander Molokov - Anatoly's conniving second who is also a manipulative KGB agent and a major force in the political games being played behind the scenes.

Walter - A financial administrator in Freddie's delegation and in some versions a secret CIA agent who serves as a political counterpart to Molokov.

The Arbiter - The coldly objective, no-nonsense referee of the championship tournament and also the president of the International Chess Federation. He is essentially the narrator, the Voice of the chorus.

Svetlana Sergievskaya - Anatoly's estranged wife who, under Molokov's machinations, must persuade Anatoly to return to his homeland and family in the second act.

The Cast

Anatoly = Kermit. Kermit usually isn't the protagonist in Muppet adaptations, because the type of character he is just doesn't fit that role as neatly, but he's the perfect fit for Anatoly. Anatoly is competent in his own work, but is really out of his depth in the situation at large, and struggles to be true to himself amidst what he feels to be his duty. An arc that Kermit himself has played out in many a muppet film. Really, the only muppet who could adequately pull Anatoly off is Kermit himself.

Freddie = Gonzo. Freddie is bombastic, abrasive, quick to speak and slow to apologize, and overall extremely selfish. He walks into a room and his personality demands the spotlight immediately. I don't think I really need to give any other reasons why Gonzo should play this character, but I'll give one anyway: imagine Gonzo banging out "One Night in Bangkok" with Camilla and the Hens as the backup singers bawking out the chorus.

Florence = Miss Piggy. Yes, she's the only female muppet of note (who can speak english, sorry Henrietta), but also she'd genuinely be a good Florence. Florence is driven, a strong independent woman who don't need no man, but that doesn't mean she don't want one, and the fact that Anatoly is played by Kermit....well, you see where I'm going with this. Also, she and Freddie have an increasingly antagonistic relationship through the show that would be great to watch with Miss Piggy and Gonzo. Again, imagine her singing "The Model of Decorum and Tranquility" and getting more and more frustrated and gravelly in her delivery. And don't forget to picture Kermit in place of Josh Groben in that scene too...again, the dynamics are top tier here.

Svetlana = Miss Piggy. I'm invoking rule 5, not only because again, the lack of other english speaking female muppets, but because I love the idea of two Miss Piggies both singing for Kermit's attention and lamenting that he'll never see her the way she sees him, that his attention will always go to his work first. "I Know Him So Well" is a duet between the two women about Anatoly, and imagine two Miss Piggies singing this in duet with each other, each knowing that the other has something to offer that she doesn't have, but also knowing that even that isn't enough, that Anatoly (Kermit) will never be able to commit to her the way she wants to to him.

Molokov = Uncle Deadly. Honestly I don't have a lot to say about this choice, it's just Perfect. Molokov already borders on cartoonishly evil, he is an immediately untrustworthy character and everyone knows it, he's the world's worst spy. Uncle Deadly is a shoe in for the role and I'll hear nothing else about it. (Also, while generally irrelevant in casting muppets in a musical, since you can re-key as needed, Uncle Deadly already fits Molokov's voice type)

Walter = Sam the Eagle. While Walter is not as overtly patriotic as Sam, in adaptation, there should be a muppet who is equally as enthusiastic for his country as Molokov is for the Soviet Union. Walter is in some ways the least emotionally complex character aside from the Arbiter, he exists to serve the plot and the ways the plot creates character conflict for Anatoly, Freddie, and Florence, so Sam (who is generally a one note patriot character) fits the role nicely. Also, just like Uncle Deadly, he fits the voice type perfectly.

The Arbiter = Daniel Craig. I call upon the power of the One Human Celebrity. Daniel Craig would be perfect for a muppet adaptation of The Arbiter, he is the type of human actor who could be surrounded by muppets and you'd 100% believe it. The Arbiter's songs require some gusto, but Craig can carry a tune and if you give him a vocal coach and 6 weeks (and re-key his solo), I think he'd be great. However, this casting ONLY works if there are NO OTHER HUMANS in the chess federation. Daniel Craig must be surrounded by muppets at all time. Just look at his solo, and tell me that it wouldn't be the best thing ever to watch Daniel Craig do this while flanked by dancing muppets.

Additional Bit Parts:

Statler and Waldorf as The Consulate. When Kermit's Anatoly is speaking to them about defecting to the UK, imagine them having this exchange. You could either rewrite the song to be a duet OR have two Statlers and two Waldorfs to fill out the quartet.

Non-Celebrity Human as The Soviet Machine. This must be a big, nondescript burly man who can sing one glorious falsetto note. He must stand stoically as evil muppets dance around and sing the Soviet Machine. Moopets can fill out the Soviet chorus line.

The Ensemble: Merano and Bangkok both have human backup dancers and chorus members as well as muppet, because these are location setting songs, and you want to establish that humans are here in this world. Mike Tyson can have a celebrity cameo in Bangkok for old time's sake.

Chess Dancers: the Hens and the Penguins supplement the human chess dancers that take stage during the two chess matches.

Reporters: a mix of humans and muppets, but no cameos during this scene, it's Gonzo's first big solo and the spotlight needs to be on him.

Fozzie Bear as the governer of Merano and as an authority figure in Bangkok: his presence in Bangkok is commented on and he loudly says "Oh no, you must be thinking of my brother!"

And that's The Muppets Present: Chess the Musical!

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diamonds in the sky

genre: sugar daddy/ceo!au | strangers to lovers!au | equal amounts of fluff and complicated not quite angst but angsty feelings

pairing: choi seungcheol x reader

word count: 12.2k

a/n: coups is sweet and caring but also is perfectly able to throw money at his problems for them to not be problems anymore. also him in any kind of suit kills me.

You knew this would be another one of those nights.

“This way, darlings,” the hotel manager whistles while ushering you and three other girls out of the elevator. “They won’t wait, you know.”

At the very top of the building is the hotel bar, a rather infamous location frequented by the rich and elite 1%. Word on the street had the Starlight bar as the coveted meetup for all sorts of transactions—both shady and open market deals between those seeking and those offering their “services” for a price. You belonged to the unfortunate latter, one slip-up in the contract signing you off as a female escort rather than the aspiring model that had been advertised in the agency’s flyers.

“Can I borrow some lipstick?”

You dig through your silver clutch, coming up empty-handed at hearing your fellow escort/best friend’s inquiry.

“Sorry, Hana, I don’t have any on me.”

The girl on the right hands over hers, and you stifle a giggle at the orange shade that doesn’t fit Hana’s look at all.

“Hana,” you begin slowly, holding out a compact mirror, “You might want to look at yourself before going in.”

She glances at the reflection and screams, the shrill sound startling even the manager. He turns around from his conversation at the bar counter, wondering if everything is alright. Not wanting to start a fuss, Hana nods furiously and tugs you aside, giving dirty glares to the one who offered her the disastrous tube of lipstick in the first place.

“Please tell me you have something—anything—in your bag to save my lips.”

“Well…” You look again and settle on a pack of tissues and clear lip gloss. “Maybe you can wipe it off?”

Letting out a low growl, she takes you on the offer and excuses herself from the group to freshen up in the bathroom. Left alone with the other two girls, you shrug off the questions on Hana’s outburst with an apologetic smile. No need to offer more than necessary to girls you probably wouldn’t ever see again.

Once the bartender announces that the guests in the private rooms are ready and waiting, you start to follow the others, only to be held back by a firm hand.

“One of the clients is arriving late,” the manager informs you, “Can you go to the 3rd floor instead?”

You frown. “This wasn’t what was paid for.

“And why me? Why me and not them?”

“You were handpicked,” the manager answers, giving you a once-over. “Y/N, right? He said you’d be wearing a black off-shoulder dress with frills?”

The exact description of your outfit brings bitterness to your tongue. There was only one person who knew exactly what you’d be wearing tonight—the guy who had gifted you the dress during one of your nights with him the week before.

“Fine,” you grumble, “But tell Jeonghan he owes me double from what he usually pays.”

—

Yoon Jeonghan was a snake if you ever saw one.

You were never able to pinpoint why he was so infatuated with you, always eager to see you whenever your paths crossed during your other “work events”. There were times when he even called the agency to specifically ask for your company, earning yourself the title as “Jeonghan’s favorite” amongst your colleagues. Maybe he did like spending time with you. Or maybe… maybe he just wanted a new toy to play with after he got bored with his other girlies.

As expected, Jeonghan extends his arms for a hug the moment you get out of the elevator to the 3rd floor, a gesture you purposely avoid to show your displeasure at being pulled aside from the group call you had agreed to.

“Who stepped on your tail?” he asks coyly, giving a mock bow to kiss your hand. “Love the dress, by the way.”

“I didn’t know you’d be here tonight,” you answer crisply, “Let alone pull me aside to cater to whatever scheme you’re plotting right now.”

He laughs, a devilish sound like you just stumbled right into his clutches. “Everything will play out as it always does.”

A card key is tossed your direction before you can press on for more details.

“I need you to keep a look out for my friend. He’s staying in this room.”

You catch it before it falls to the floor and study the card. VIP Suite. Not an ordinary person by the looks of it.

“Why me?”

“Believe it or not, I don’t trust anyone else but you.”

Hearing Jeonghan mention trust brings an unexpected cackle from your throat. Since when was the devil trustworthy?

“I’m serious,” he repeats, turning tail and holding up a hand. “Take good care of him, sweetheart.”

“Wait, I don’t even know how he looks like!”

You watch as Jeonghan leaves, his figure growing smaller and smaller down the hallway. With a huff, you walk down the hall, stopping once you locate the correct room. One swipe of the card key and you find yourself stepping into the biggest space you’d ever seen at Starlight. The room not one of your caliber can easily enter, you find yourself frozen in place until you remember what Jeonghan had said before he left.

I need you to keep a lookout for my friend.

Shaking off your shoes, you step barefoot onto the carpet and wiggle your toes in excitement at exploring the space. Jeonghan never said you couldn’t look around while waiting for his friend.

“Whoa…” There is a whole separate hallway linking to the bathroom and bedroom, the entire suite no different than a service apartment targeted for long term stay. Obviously, luxury took precedent—even the sliding glass doors leading to the outdoor Jacuzzi are shined to perfection, the lights catching glimmers in contrast to the slowly darkening sky. Stepping back inside, you pranced around the open kitchen, where there’s a small stove for cooking next to the fridge.

“Well equipped.”

Midway into digging through the fridge for a bite to eat, you hear the door click open and startle, bumping your head atop the inner ceiling of the icebox.

“Who are you?”

Shuffling backwards, you shake your head and meet the dazed eyes of a drunken man. Tie in hand, his shirt is unbuttoned and to be honest, you weren’t expecting one of Jeonghan’s friends to look so slovenly at the first meeting.

“Hi, I’m—”

His chest heaves, and you have the shock of your life when he throws up directly onto the carpet and the conveniently placed heels you had taken off to freely explore his suite.

God dammit.

—

Seungcheol doesn’t remember a thing when he opens his eyes the next morning, yawning as he sits up in bed. There had been drinks sure, but the exact amount remains a mystery after blacking out last night. How he made it back to the hotel was also a story for another day when he sees the cheerful grin of his friend sitting directly next to.

“You were quite a mess last night,” Jeonghan snickers, handing over a glass of water. “I didn’t know you had it in you to drink so much.”

“I…” Taking the water, he drinks and a flickering memory surfaces in his mind.

“Was there someone else here?”

Jeonghan chuckles. “You really don’t remember what you did to her last night?”

“What do you mean?” Panic settles in his throat and he immediately puts down the glass, grabbing Jeonghan by the shoulders. “What… What did I do?”

“You…” Jeonghan breaks into laughter mid-explanation. “You threw up all over my friend’s shoes, that’s what.”

Oh, shit.

—

Hana hadn’t stopped laughing once she heard about your unfortunate night, irritating you to no end when she brings it up again during weekend brunch with her sister.

“So Y/N goes down to the guy’s suite,” Hana reiterates, waving her fork in the process, “Looking around, and the guy just throws up once he’s inside. All over her shoes, too!”

“I swear, I will knock your mimosa onto the floor if you bring it up again.”

Unfazed by your empty threat, she shifts her glass to the other side and mimics throwing up, an all-inclusive experience with sounds of vomiting and contortions of her face in disgust. Her sister tries to keep a straight face, but you can see the giggles already starting to break through from the tightened lips.

“Okay, laugh,” you sigh, giving in to the inevitable. “Poke fun at my misery after having to walk home in wet and smelly heels.”

Giggles echo around the table, catching the attention of the other guests at the restaurant. You pick up your cutlery knife and angrily cut apart the omelet on the plate, mutilating the yellow pillow of egg with other meats and veggies tucked inside.

“it’s just so funny,” Hana snickers, letting out the last laughs before taking a deep breath and making a zipping motion over her lips. “That’s it, I promise.”

Her sister does the same, promising to leave it at that.

“Did you manage to get his number at least?”

You shake your head. “He was out like a snuffed candle after he finished throwing up all over the floor. I had to call room service and make sure they put it on his tab before I left.”

“That’s unfortunate.” Hana exchanges a glance with her sister and her sister proceeds to take out a business card, sliding it over to you. “Which is why I had my sister get it for you!”

“Huh?”

Her sister pushes up the glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. “I asked my journalist friends and they told me it’s him.”

You pick up the business card and read the name printed in black font.

“Choi… Seungcheol?”

“He’s the CEO of the hotel chain that Starlight is under,” your friend’s sister continues, “Quite a big name, so there’s always someone keeping tabs on him.”

“You should give him a call,” Hana insists, “Get compensation for your shoes, at the very least.”

“I don’t know…” You fold up the business card and stuff it in your purse. “I’d rather not get reminded about what he did.”

“It’s only right he gives you back a new pair of shoes!”

Your phone rings before you can offer a rebuttal, it being no other than the guy who had gotten you into such a mess from the start. You accept the call and hold the phone close to your ear, not giving the sisters a chance to eavesdrop.

“Hi, Jeonghan.”

“Are you free?” his voice chirps through the speaker. “My friend said he wants to apologize for last night.”

“I…” You stand up from your seat, mouthing goodbye to your friends while walking to a quieter spot to answer his call.

“I don’t really want to see him, if I’m being honest.”

Jeonghan whines at your hesitation. “He really feels bad and wants to make it up to you, sweetheart.”

“If anything, you should be the one to make it up to me!” you snap, voice raising outside the restaurant doors. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t—”

“Fine,” he relinquishes, “It’s my fault and I’ll pay triple if you go meet with him. Do it for me, please?”

Mention of the extra pay tickles your taste buds, but you push down the thought with a huff. He takes it as agreement and blows kisses from his end, offering to send his limousine to pick you up after asking for your current whereabouts. He was always like this, agreeing to anything and everything if things went his way. You didn’t like being pulled along to his whims, but didn’t want to take advantage of his kindness to you either.

The limousine pulls up in a matter of minutes, quicker than you expected. Perhaps he had been in the area, the driver offering a quick bow once he recognizes it’s you he’s picking up.

“Young Master Jeonghan said to drop you off at Starlight, miss?”

“Wherever he said to go, that’s where I’m going,” you reply, making yourself comfortable in the back. “He didn’t tell me where.”

“Understood.” He hops back into the driver’s seat and shifts gear. “We will be at Starlight shortly.”

—

“Hey.”

It’s strange how you know which table to go to once you arrive at the Starlight bar, the lone figure before the dry martini somehow pulling at your heartstrings as you slide into the seat next to.

“Do you… remember me?”

He looks up, and you nearly have a double take. This Choi Seungcheol looked nothing like yesterday’s drunken state. Today he is soberly dressed in a dark pinstripe suit, hair slicked back. The silver ring on his pinky knocks against the counter as he taps his hand on the surface, gesturing for the bartender. He proceeds to order a shot of tequila—Jeonghan must have told him your usual go-to drink before you arrived.

“No,” he admits, “But Jeonghan said I threw up all over your shoes?”

The memory brings back unpleasant thoughts. Panic at his passed-out figure by the door after he finished vomiting, frantic calls to room service and emphasizing for them to put the service charge on his tab…

He notices the grimace on your face and apologizes again.

“I’m terribly sorry you had to clean up my mess.”

You wave it off, nodding in thanks to the bartender who brings over the shot of tequila.

“It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” he presses on, lifting the martini and consuming half the cocktail in one long sip. “I can make it up to you.”

“It’s just a pair of shoes, no big deal.

“Another shot of tequila, please.”

The bartender holds up an ‘OK’, which makes you smile and you spin to face Seungcheol.

“If you want to make it up to me, Mister Choi, can you treat me to another round of drinks?”

He does a double take at hearing his name, garnering a chuckle from your parted lips.

“It’s not hard to get information about someone as well-known as you.”

Seungcheol cracks a smile at your words. “I didn’t know I was so popular.”

The second shot of tequila makes its way before you, accompanying it a second martini for Seungcheol courtesy of the bartender.

“Cheers? You’re forgiven for throwing up on my shoes, Mister Choi Seungcheol.”

“Just call me Seungcheol,” he laughs, a hearty sound that echoes warmly across the bar when the glasses clink. “But really, this won’t do when I ruined your shoes.”

“Hmm… I can’t think of anything now, so l’ll take a rain check on your offer.”

“Then I’ll have Jeonghan give you my number. That way, you can call me once you decide how you want me to make it up to you.”

◇

You never did call Seungcheol to cash in on his offer, not one to insist on compensation for something as trivial as ruined shoes. Vomiting happened when people drank a bit too much. It wasn’t like those shoes were valuable or even held any sentimental value (they were gifted by a former colleague after she left to sign to a rival agency with better pay and benefits).

Jeonghan had pestered you for a week asking why you never contacted his friend, but you held your ground and purposely ignored his calls whenever he asked about you contacting Seungcheol, rendering you going without pay that week due to not seeing him. Curse the clause in your contract that stated you had to attend individual calls at least three times a week or else pay from group calls would be forfeited entirely to the agency.

“How much longer are you going to play hooky?”

Hana stands by the desk in your room with a bag of chips in hand, digging into the bag while waiting for your response. Crumbs trickle onto the floor and you get up from bed, shooing her out to stand by the door if she had to eat while talking.

“You’re sweeping these up yourself if you take one more step forward while eating your chips.”

She rolls her eyes and reaches for another chip. “You heard me, missy. No pay means no rent. No rent means you and I are going to have to sleep on the streets.”

“I know,” you enunciate, crossing your arms in distaste. “I’ll figure something out before the end of the month.”

“I’m holding you to it,” Hana declares, flicking a chip crumb your direction. “You said you’d figure it out.”

“Get out before I hand you the broom to sweep up my room.”

Once she leaves, you close the door and sigh. The end of the month was coming up in three days’ time. You’re sure Hana isn't the type to save either, so likely you’d have to cover her share (or part of it) as you usually do. Her big spending always end in maxed out credit cards every month, an amount not even help from her sister can cover to pay in full as you liked.

Jeonghan usually more than willing to offer financial assistance, your latest cold war with him had turned him to call for other girls to accompany him to parties or other work events. No way in hell were you going to ask him for help.

Perhaps…

—

“Welcome to Andromeda, do you have an appointment?”

You swallow nervously at seeing the crisp beige wallpaper and red sofas lined around the corners for those waiting to see the CEO to sit at. Everything screamed precision and order, two things you never had in your line of work as an escort. Even the receptionist’s white blouse and black pencil skirt were neater than the scuffed blue denim dress you picked out of your closet just an hour prior.

Talk about two different worlds.

“I… I do,” you lie, crossing your hands behind your back. “Can you tell Seung… Mister Choi he owes me a new pair of shoes?”

The receptionist looks up at you from her computer and you put on your best smile.

“Please? Your boss will understand.”

If there is the slightest sigh from her parted lips, you miss it, digging your nails into your palms as she picks up the telephone and dials into his office. To your delight, she hangs up and proceeds to gesture for you to enter. You nod in thanks and uncross your hands; the nail marks leaving indents on the skin, you quickly rub your palms to soothe your frantic nerves and push open the doors.

Seungcheol looks up from his desk and blinks twice at seeing you in person. A rare sight that has him standing up, mouth widening to a grin when he recognizes you.

“I was wondering who it was that I owed a pair of shoes.”

You smile and take a seat. “I’m glad you still remember.”

“What’s the occasion?” he asks, sitting back down and sliding his documents and files aside. “You could’ve texted me; you have my business card.”

“Can you lend me some money?”

Straight to the point, it catches him off guard and he asks you to repeat it to make sure he heard it right the first time. You reiterate the request for a loan and watch carefully as he leans back in his chair.

“What’s it for?”

“Rent,” you begin slowly, “I have three days before the end of the month when it’s due. And…”

“And?”

“I really can’t think of anyone else to help me but you, Seungcheol.”

His face is expressionless, and you continue in hopes to move him enough to lend a helping hand.

“I’m sorry if me coming here unannounced was rude. Really, I… Jeonghan’s been annoying me and I’ve been ignoring his calls because all he does is ask if I had you compensate me for ruining my shoes that night. In… In my—”

You flourish a hand around the phrase ‘line of work’. “In my line of work, there’s a clause with my agency that states escorts have to take individual calls at least three times a week or else pay is turned over entirely to the management company. I haven’t been paid in the last two weeks and you’re the only one who can help me this time.”

The silence in his office is overbearing, so thick in the air that you nearly make a notion to get up and open the windows until he breaks the silence himself.

“You’ve been ignoring Jeonghan’s calls?”

“Y-Yeah,” you mumble, taking out your phone to show him the call history. “Even have his number blocked.”

The tiniest snort breaks way into a full bout of warm laughter, the same laughter that tickled your insides from your first meeting with him at the Starlight bar. Clearly he is amused by your answer, even delighted at the fact that you’d been ignoring Jeonghan.

“No wonder he’s been sulky,” Seungcheol chuckles. “All because his favorite escort girl wasn’t answering his calls.”

Still laughing to himself, he reaches into one of the drawers and takes out a checkbook. You watch as he grabs a pen from the container on his desk and scribbles an amount onto one of the checks, tearing it out and handing it over once he signs off on it.

“I hope this is enough?”

You glance over the amount written at the top right and hold back a gasp. It was more than enough. Enough to pay for the next three months, enough to pay off Hana’s credit card bill overdue from last month, enough to even treat yourself to some new dresses to wear to work after subtracting the necessary expenses first.

“I…”

“Do you need more?”

“No,” you blurt out, reaching your hand out to take away his container of pens. “It’s… It’s too much.”

An arched eyebrow and his curious gaze pierces straight through you; you fidget a little but proceed to reaffirm your stance on his check.

“It’s too much. I only need enough to pay for this month’s rent.”

“Then consider the rest my compensation for a new pair of shoes.” He gestures to his pens and you quickly hand them back, embarrassed by your rash behavior to someone kind enough to lend money for your troubles.

Picking up the fallen check from across the desk, Seungcheol stands up, offering the much-needed money to you again.

“This check is yours. Even has your name on it and everything.”

Hesitant fingers eventually grab hold of the check and tuck the slip carefully into your cross-body bag. Taking a deep breath, you bow in thanks and he hurriedly makes his way around to hold your hands.

“No, no, don’t do that,” he blubbers, panic settling in his eyes. “I-I didn’t mean to sound mean, really—”

“You’re very kind, Seungcheol.” Rubbing at your eyes, the budding tears of gratitude are flicked away and your lips widen to a grin that uproots the tension and anxiety about making ends meet. “I’m glad I blocked Jeonghan’s number on my phone.”

He laughs at your remark. “Well, it’s not every day I see him sulk and get flustered, so it was worth every penny.

“Are you free tonight, by the way?”

The question catches you by surprise. “Tonight?”

“For dinner,” he explains, “To celebrate being able to pay rent for next month.”

“You want to treat me to dinner with more of your money?”

“Sorry,” you wince, taking a step back, “I didn’t intend to sound so… harsh.”

Seungcheol shakes his head. The hint of the smallest smile dances around the corner of his lips, one that carries a bit more than amusement and awe at your sharp words.

“It’s fine. It means you have nothing to hide from me.

“So dinner at 7pm tonight?”

You nod, tucking the memory of the smile to the back of your mind.

“I’d love to.”

—

Dinner with Seungcheol didn’t just happen that one night, but for (surprisingly) many more consecutive nights. You might have already sampled every single high-end restaurant featured in the local magazines at this rate, candlelight dinners in the presence of one of the richest men in the city with complimentary wine and dessert. Seungcheol also had a habit of greeting you with a gift each time he picked you up from work, the gesture bordering on more than mere friendliness whenever you consulted Hana about it.

“He likes you,” she had said in the simplest explanatory manner, “Maybe he even sees himself as a sugar daddy of some sort to you.”

The term eliciting a nose scrunch and firm shake of your head, you firmly tell yourself that cannot be. Surely it’s anything but that when you technically still owed him money. Why would he want to spend time (and more money) on someone indebted to him?

—

“Bestie, your boo’s calling.”

You look up from the dresser, lipstick in hand. “Who?”

“The one and only Yoon Jeonghan, that’s who.”

Capping the lipstick, you get up and head out to the living room. Hana gestures to the phone still ringing on the coffee table, two pieces of chips in between her manicured fingers. Scooting past her, you scan the screen and a pang of disappointment tickles your bones when you see it really is Jeonghan calling and not someone else.

“Hello?”

“Finally remembered to unblock my number?”

His crisp tone does little to faze you.

“Should I re-enter it to my block list?”

“Well, no.” There’s sniffling on his end, and you overhear a distant sneeze. “I was just checking to see if you really unblocked me like Cheol said you did.”

Tingles tickle your stomach at hearing Seungcheol’s name, but you push it down with a huff.

“You know I’m a woman of my word, Jeonghan.”

“I do. Which is why I’d like you to go out to buy some soup for me right now.”

“What?” You check the time on your phone and it’s already 7:15pm. “I can’t get soup for you. Me and Hana are having a girls’ night out today.”

“Please. You’re the only one who can do this for me.”

“Jeonghan, can’t you just—”

His voice is muffled, and you catch the tail ends of a cough when he resumes speaking into the phone.

“I would stay here to take care of him, but there is a dinner I absolutely cannot miss out on, sweetheart.” Desperation laced in his pleas, Jeonghan’s voice is muffled again and you stand stumped at the cutoffs in the conversation. The phone call then ends altogether, leaving you even more confused when the entire thing sounded like an emergency.

“What the fuck?”

Your phone then pings with an incoming text, complete with pictures of a bedridden Seungcheol next to a mountain of used tissues and the address to deliver the soup to once you bought it.

“Hana,” you begin once you tuck your phone into the back pocket of your jeans. “I can’t go with you tonight. One of my friends is sick.”

◇

You will never forget the look of relief on Jeonghan’s face when he opens the door to Seungcheol’s VIP Suite at Hotel Celestia, a Choi establishment on the other side of the city.

“Thank god you’re here,” he sighs, rummaging into his wallet and taking out two of his credit cards. “Use these if you need anything else.”

Gone before you can even say goodbye, you hold up a hand and wave anyway, closing the door. The lights are on the dimmest setting once you step in, the choice to keep your shoes on a firm one after the fiasco from your first meeting. This time, the suite didn’t hold the luxurious feel it should’ve had for a hotel suite, but rather an emptiness at the lack of another presence besides the coughing heard from around the corner.

“Seungcheol?”

Around the corner, you spot the mountain of used tissues on the floor and see him bundled up in bed. Picking your way through, you set down the container of soup on whatever space is left on the nightstand and slowly place a hand on his forehead.

“You’re burning up.”

Somehow you take on the role of a nurse for the remainder of the evening, shuffling from the kitchen to heat up the soup to the bathroom and back after cleaning up the tissue mountain and messy bedroom. Washing your hands diligently after touching all the germs, you pull up a chair and take off the towel on his forehead, feeling his temperature again.

“Not as hot as before.”

As quietly as possible, you lean forward and tap him on the shoulder. Seungcheol stirs, eyes barely open when he feels your touch.

“Jeonghan called me over,” you explain, “I brought some soup, you should—”

He mumbles something you fail to catch, and when he repeats it you realize he’s not calling for you in his feverish state.

Who is he asking for?

Seungcheol blinks, and he quickly shakes his head when he notices you sitting before him.

“H-Hi.”

You offer a wave and gesture at the now-cold soup.

“For you. Courtesy of Jeonghan.”

He nods and you hand over the container of soup, which he drinks straight out of in large gulps.

“T…Thanks.”

Taking the empty container, you nod and set it down before speaking.

“You still have a bit of a temperature, but it’s a lot better than before.”

His eyes more energetic than earlier, Seungcheol shakes his head and looks at you with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry you had to… see me like this.”

You cross your legs and fiddle with your fingers, the unknown name bugging your mind. To ask or not to ask, especially when he is unwell.

“Did… Did you eat?”

“Sorry,” you blurt out, standing up from the chair. “I… I have to go.”

“So soon?”

“Yeah, I…” Without looking at him, you grab your purse and hurriedly wave, not catching the last bit as you take your leave.

—

“Rent’s due again, bestie.”

You gesture at the envelope sitting on your desk. “Give that to the landlord when you see him later.”

Hana skips towards your desk and picks up the envelope. A low whistle twinkles through the room at the stack of bills nestled inside.

“You got this from Seungcheol?”

“Jeonghan,” you correct her, “I asked him for a favor and that’s what he gave me.”

“I thought Seungcheol was your new sugar daddy now.”

Picking up a pillow from your spot on the bed, you throw it at her and she quickly dodges.

“What did I say wrong now??”

“He’s just a friend,” you mutter, digging deeper into the covers. “Nothing more.”

“Girl, he was taking you out to dinner every night and getting you all those exquisite gifts. I don’t think that’s something a regular friend would do.”

Poking your head out, you let out a guttural scream and she leaves, closing the door behind her while taking the envelope. No longer in the mood to sleep, you kick the blankets off and sit up. Ever since his sick day, you’d been avoiding Seungcheol like the plague—ignoring his texts, purposely not picking up his calls, using Jeonghan as an excuse whenever he tried to ask you out on the off chance he crossed paths during your other calls. If Jeonghan had noticed you were playing the ghost card he didn’t show it, not one to pry when he was back on your good graces.

A vibration buzzes from your nightstand and you reach over a hand; panic lights up in your eyes when you see the caller id. The phone rings for two more times, then buzzes again, this time from your roommate.

“What is it, Hana?”

“Can you come out here? There’s someone here to see you.”

“Wait, who in the—” You hurriedly get out of bed and change to a set of more presentable clothes. Fixing your hair, you brush out any knots and rush out.

“Is the landlord here early, I saw you take the money…”

Your words fade when you see who is standing next to Hana in the living room.

“I’m sorry,” she mouths, holding up two envelopes (the second one equally as thick as the one she took for rent). “He said I can have another envelope of the same amount if I can get you out of your room.”

She scurries away before you can scold her for taking bribes and you sigh, a deep breath echoing across the four walls.

“Why are you here?”

Seungcheol adjusts the collar of his white silk shirt. “You wouldn’t take my calls.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Busy enough to ghost me but free to spend time with Jeonghan?”

The barb in his words is prickly, and you take a step back when he moves forward.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you murmur, unable to look him in the eye. “I mean, technically no.”

The gentlest of touches rests on your face and you muster the courage to look at him. Concern pools in his eyes as he studies your silence, lips contorted to a frown.

“You can tell me,” he reassures you. “You know I’ve never said no to you.”

The kindness unusually sharp, it digs into your heart and you wince at hearing his words.

“You need to leave.” Pushing him aside, you walk to open the front door and look away. “I can’t do this today, Seungcheol.”

“Wait, but—”

“Please.” You stand your ground. “You need to leave.”

He gives in, head low as he takes his exit. Once he fully passes through the threshold between your apartment and the hall, you slam the door shut and slump to the ground. You didn’t know why you were so frustrated at him over a name. This angry curiosity you’ve been carrying around since that day…

Not jealousy, no. But it festers like an untended wound, threatening to consume your insides the longer you leave it unchecked.

“God, this fucking sucks.”

◇

“Cheol brought these for you.”

You gloss over the Celine handbags, trying hard to not stare at the vintage pink one that had been out-of-stock for weeks. You mentioned it to Seungcheol once as an off-handed comment when he took you to the store to get you a gift, wistfully staring at the empty rack when the saleslady regretfully informed him they were out of that color for the bag. He promised to keep an eye out for it and apparently had taken it to heart, finally managing to get the pink one you wanted so long ago.

“The smaller leather ones are very you,” Jeonghan muses, holding up each one in curiosity. “He knows your taste.”

“I don’t like this brand anymore,” you lie, shaking your head when he offers them your way. “Give them to your other girlfriends.”

He waves his hand, and one of his household staff comes forward to take away all the handbags.

“You know I’ll only keep them here until you’re in the mood to take them home.”

Glaring at his cheekiness, you scowl and he slings an arm over your shoulders.

“What did Cheol do this time to mess up your pretty smile?”

“He… You remember the day he got sick?”

“Yeah.”

“He… He was calling for someone else. It was a girl’s name, but I didn’t recognize it.”

“…Then he still hasn’t forgotten about her.”

Jeonghan notices your tense posture and sighs.

“It’s not my story to tell.”

“But,” you begin, unable to hide the tremor in your voice. “But… Don’t you know a little… a little bit? Can’t you tell me a little bit?”

“I can’t.” Jeonghan releases his hold on you and stands up. “It’s really not my story to tell.”

Not even the puppy-dog eyes that usually worked wonders proves effective in prying open Jeonghan’s mouth, rendering you hopeless while pouting on the couch. He notices and takes your hand, pulling you up from your seat and squeezing your fingers for reassurance.

“Come on, I’ll treat you to dessert instead.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Not even matcha crepe cake? It’s the newest flavor at the dessert place you like so much.”

Unable to resist, you accept his hand and follow him out.

“Fine, but you’re paying.”

—

Maybe deep down you’d already known a man like Seungcheol would have a story to tell. A story he kept hidden from his closest friends, one he keeps close to his heart with vulnerabilities he has only shared with one other person.

You knew you weren’t that person, yet you couldn’t help but want to be the more you ruminated over the mysterious name. The her he clearly still wanted to see again despite their extremely publicized breakup. She, who moved on and was now married to the heir of one of the richest real estate firms in the country. The paparazzi periodically did feature spreads on whatever snippets they managed to snap of the couple’s private life: brunches, cocktail parties, pool fun, outings with their two children, etc. They looked happy, smiles all around.

He had been happy for her. When you first brought up the magazine to him after doing your own research on the matter, you hadn’t caught the look of wistfulness in his eyes then, but now…

Now it made sense. The silence, diverted glances, abrupt changes in topic, it all now made sense.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

Startled, you turn your head and find yourself not at home, but in a private room at the Starlight bar. Just short of knocking the cocktail glass off your neighbor’s hand, apologies trickle from your parted lips and he chuckles.

“Jeonghan, you didn’t tell me she’s the airhead type.”

“She’s usually not,” Jeonghan muses, waving a hand in front of your face. “What are you thinking about?”

Ignoring his prying, you turn to his friend and offer another wave of apologies, raising your own glass of water.

“Buy her a drink, Joshua,” Jeonghan nags, “It’s the least you can do for taking my favorite girl away from me.”

“No, it’s okay,” you blurt out, not in the mood to drink tonight. “I’m not—”

“She doesn’t want a drink,” Joshua retorts, swinging an arm around your shoulder. “I’ll keep her company while—”

The door to the private room squeaks open, interrupting Joshua mid-sentence. You look up and freeze, not expecting to see Seungcheol of all people standing by the entryway. Jeonghan notices the growing tension and stands—ushering Seungcheol to sit—but Joshua is oblivious, grandiosely introducing you to his friend (whom he didn’t know you were already on very familiar terms with).

“She’s with me tonight,” Joshua smiles, closing the gap between you and him. “But she doesn’t seem to be warming up to me.”

Seungcheol turns to you with his eyebrows raised.

“Are you and Joshua together now?”

It rubs you the wrong way, the way he asks the question. Why was he so quick to assume you already had somewhat of an intimate relationship with Joshua when you just met the guy today?

Jeonghan spots the fire in your gaze and extinguishes the flame with an interjected “No”, slapping Joshua’s arm off your shoulder and squeezing himself in the middle. One hand rests on your thigh, a comforting touch that helps in stilling the building anger and snappiness crawling up your throat to be spat out.

“Sorry, she’s with me actually,” Jeonghan smiles, “I’ve been booking her consistently since—you know—since you stopped asking for her.”

“Wait, she’s not—”

Joshua holds his tongue after seeing the sharp glance from Jeonghan, promising to call you again as he excuses himself to leave the tense atmosphere in the room. The trio of you, Seungcheol, and Jeonghan now alone, Jeonghan is the first to break the silence.

“I’m going to let you and Cheol have some time to sort out your problems,” he says to you, standing up and shaking his head when you tug at his sleeve for him to stay. “Call me when you’re done.”

You throw a glare at him, one that Seungcheol overlooks as he bids goodbye to Jeonghan.

Not liking the situation one bit, you reach for Joshua’s glass and down the margarita in one go, the burn in your throat akin to liquid courage for the upcoming confrontation.

“You scared off both my clients,” you begin with a huff. “Just because you’re also rich like them doesn’t mean—”

“Then I’ll pay triple for tonight,” The words slide off Seungcheol’s mouth smooth as honey. “You won’t be missing out on the two of them when I can pay for their share as well as mine.”

He scoots closer while you instinctively slide to the left. The gesture brings a scowl to his face and your hands curl into fists.

“I do not appreciate being bought out like that, Mister Choi.”

“I didn’t…” He licks his lips. “You were the one who kept avoiding me!”

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” you lie, angling your body away. “My schedule has been fully booked each time you reached out.”

A heavy sigh leaves his mouth. Clearly he picked up on the fact that you weren’t going to make this easy for him.

“Can you at least tell me when you’ll have more free time to meet with me?”

“I don’t know what I am to you, Seungcheol.”

He pauses, clasping his hands together and resting them on his knees.

“Care to explain why you think that way?”

You bite your lips, glancing back at him. He is as patient as ever while waiting for you to answer, and that is when you knew you had to come clean for your own sake if not his own.

“I… Who was it you were calling for that night you were sick?”

It’s funny how you can practically see the gears turning his brain, Seungcheol practically an open book to everyone around him. Never one to keep secrets (or someone able to keep a secret), but clearly even those who are usually open books have their own share of hidden chapters within the pages.

“I didn’t know,” he begins carefully, eyes downcast. “I didn’t know Jeonghan had called you to stop by.”

“Are you still thinking of her?”

“…No. She is happily married now.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything the first time?”

He tears his gaze away from the floor, fingers digging into his knuckles as tears pool in his eyes.

“Because I’m scared you won’t believe me when I say I feel nothing for her anymore. I’m scared of how much I don’t want to lose you when I realized I was starting to fall in love again.”

—

Much to Jeonghan’s disappointment, you had gone home with Seungcheol that night, his hand ever so tightly grasping yours while leaving Starlight. Making sure to let your roommate/best friend know of your whereabouts, you send her a quick text that you’d be staying at Seungcheol’s place and she all but replies back with a “:P”. No doubt her dirty mind expected more than just a good night’s sleep.

Nothing happened that was out of your expectations: an offer for a fresh change of clothes, shower, a late midnight snack (he had virtually nothing in his fridge but you weren’t hungry anyway), and sleeping in his bed while he set up camp in his study. You sense he wanted to elaborate on where things had ended in the bar, from the constant side glances and hesitation at even touching your hand when he brings over a clean shirt and pair of gray sweatpants in exchange for the pink pleated mini dress you chose to meet Jeonghan and Joshua in. It’s one thing to hear him out, but another to recharge and clear your mind after such an eventful night with some space and well-needed sleep.

Sleep was minimal, perhaps the enormous size of his bed daunting and keeping you awake with the thought of him tucked away in his study. He looked no better (dark eye bags and large yawns) alongside the messy bedhead and nearly bumps into the bathroom door if you didn’t alert him after freshening up.

“Did you have a good sleep?”

You turn around from your seat by the open kitchen, mug of instant coffee in hand.

“I slept…okay.”

Yawning, he nods at hearing your answer and shuffles towards the fridge. His hair still sticking up on all ends, you have half a notion to get up and run your fingers through his dark locks to smooth it out when hearty chuckles echo across the kitchen area.

“Something wrong?” you ask, getting up and placing down your mug of coffee by the sink.

“I…” Seungcheol turns to face you with a sheepish smile. “I have absolutely nothing in my fridge for you to eat.”

“That’s fine. Jeonghan actually bought me dinner before we went for drinks at Starlight.” You grab the mug and take another large sip. “Plus, I usually skip breakfast on weekends anyway. Coffee is enough.”

The refrigerator closes softly and Seungcheol holds up his hands in defeat.

“Guess I’ll wait until later to eat too, then.”

“What, no, that’s—” You usher him out of the kitchen and towards his room. “Go change.”

“Change?”

“Get changed,” you clarify, “I’ll treat you to breakfast.”

—

You knew fast food was the last thing on his mind when you pull Seungcheol into the McDonald’s at the corner of the street.

“What is this place?”

Your mouth drops. “Choi Seungcheol, are you telling me you have never been to a McDonald’s before in your entire life?”

He returns an awkward grin, interest reclaimed by the large screen for self-ordering.

“You just tap here and then click pay?”

The disbelief is thick in your voice as you mutter away while ordering two Big Macs and French fries, ignoring his murmurs of awe at all the choices available on the menu.

“What’s this one?”

You follow his finger at the Happy Meal. Of course, he would ask about that one.

“That one comes with a toy.”

His eyes light up at the mention of a toy, and you aren’t surprised when he taps to include one Happy Meal into the order. Refusing to let him pay, you beat him to it once the order is confirmed, delegating him the responsibility of finding a vacant table while you wait to pick up the food from the front. The wait is thankfully not too long, and you spot him sitting at one of the tables by the window while looking extremely out of place in his purple dress shirt and black slacks.

“Do you always dress so formally?” you speak up the moment you place down the tray of food. “Even for something as simple as eating fast food?”

“I didn’t know you’d be bringing me here,” he replies, tunnel vision for the red box containing the Happy Meal. “This is the one with the toy, right?”

You nod, hiding a scoff as you watch him tear into the box. His eyes shine at the sight of the blue toy car and its driver, excitement prickling in the surrounding air.

“Wow,” you marvel at the large shell and ferocious jaws of Bowser, the character Seungcheol received in his Happy Meal. “Of all the ones to get from the Mario franchise, you get the one that’s the evilest.”

The shock on his face catches you by surprise, and you can’t find it in you to tease him anymore when he looks devastated at the idea.

“I’m just playing, Bowser’s cool in his own way.”

“He’s going in my office,” Seungcheol murmurs, tucking the toy away into the front pocket of his slacks. “Keep me company during the day.”

“Suit yourself.”

He reaches hesitantly for one of the burgers and unwraps it. You watch his reaction and snort at the look of awe on his face as he takes one, two, three more subsequent bites. It was the first time you had seen anyone so excited over fast food—let alone something as trivial as McDonald’s.

“May I?”

He hovers a hand over the French fries and you hand him the entire container.

“Eat your heart away.”

He must not eat fast food often, judging from the glow in his eyes. The Big Mac demolished in seconds, now it is the French fries that are tossed into the cave that is his stomach. You can feel the curious gazes of those around your table and continue to pick at your own burger, small bites all throughout.

“That was delicious,” Seungcheol hums, leaving no crumb of potato behind. “I can’t believe I’ve never had this before.”

“Fast food is common for people like me,” you laugh, crumpling the wrapper once you’ve finished eating. “It’s not as exciting as you’re making it out to be.”

He follows you like a puppy when you get up and clear the table, tossing the trash and putting the tray away before opening the door for him. The passerby all stare at Seungcheol like he’s an alien, the formality in his outfit sticking out like a sore thumb especially from the entrance to a McDonald’s. You try to walk fast to not catch attention, but the sudden grip on your forearm catches you off guard and you pause.

“Yes?”

“I just wanted to make sure you’re still here.”

“People are staring,” you sigh, easing his hand off you and interlacing your fingers to his. “Let’s go before they start asking questions about what someone like you is doing near a McDonald’s.”

The walk somehow turns into a window shopping adventure, Seungcheol stopping every few feet to stare at stores that catch his eye. He pulls you in after him despite your protests, making a lap around but not buying anything like he usually does. Clothing, makeup, even the local coffee shop catches his attention like Christmas had come early this year. Each time you humor him by letting him pull you in, no different from the role of a parent monitoring an excited child.

It stings your heart when you realize he was having fun because he probably never had the opportunity for such simple pleasures in life. Eating fast food or window shopping were things of minimal priority to his daily schedule, not like meeting with important clients or managing an entire social hierarchy of employees and upper management as CEO to one of the largest hotel chains in the city. People always say the sky’s the limit, but right now it feels as though there is an astronomical distance between his world and your very own.

So how is it possible for the silver spoon that is Choi Seungcheol to fall in love with you, the dullest utensil in the tray?

—

It would be unfair to assume he wasn’t interested in you.

Nearly everyone said the same: he liked you, he loved you, he clearly saw you as more than a friend or even one of the girls he chose to spend money on. He didn’t act like a mere sugar daddy who dropped thousands on you without breaking a sweat. Seungcheol had pretty much confessed the night he caught you at Starlight, no Jeonghan for you to use a shield to deflect to.

“So do you like him or not?”

You roll your eyes at your roommate, unamused at her habit of barging in without knocking.

“Hana, do you want to take him off my hands instead?”

She wiggles her eyebrows. “I’m not against the idea, but ask anybody and they can see he only has eyes for you.”

Scoffing, you turn your attention back to the open closet and settle on a black mini dress with a contrasting white collar. The bow tie and sleeves adding just the right amount of elegance, you pick it up and show it to Hana, who wrinkles her nose at seeing your choice.

“It’s cute and all, but sleeves?”

“What would you pick?”

She eases herself into the array and sifts through. Fingers expertly parting each hanger, she snaps her fingers once she finds what she deems worthy to wear for the night: an off-shoulder red satin dress with a high slit.

“No,” you refuse, ignoring her objections. “It’s just a cocktail party.”

“Then you gotta look the part! Who goes to a cocktail party wearing something an office secretary would wear?”

Against your protests, your roommate insists on her dress of choice, even to the point of placing herself directly in front of your closet door so you had to physically push her aside if you wanted to switch dresses. Knowing how stubborn she can be…

“Okay, I’ll stick with this one,” you sigh, holding up the red dress. “Black heels good?”

She nods in confirmation, giddiness taking over when she spots your makeup bag on the dresser.

“Can I do your makeup? You’ll catch everyone’s attention for sure once I’m done with you!”

“…Just don’t go too crazy.”

—

Sometimes you wish you weren’t so kind.

There was clearly a reason why your instinctively felt the urge to follow a monochromatic color scheme. The sea of black suits and white gowns said it all, yet here you are in a shade of red that stuck out like bloodstains on a clean towel.

Did she know ahead of time? Impossible when she hadn’t even been invited.

Was the universe out to get you? Most definitely.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

Looking up from your glass of champagne, you take the offered hand and squeeze. Jeonghan’s eyes widen, surprised at your iron grip.

“Hey, I’m not the one who didn’t follow the dress code.”

“I was coerced into wearing this,” you groan, throwing up your hands in defeat. “It wasn’t my idea.”

“Well, you look beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

Snorting at your half-hearted thank-you, Jeonghan offers a hand and you take it, comforted by his presence as he introduces you to the other guests. Not one to socialize much at these types of meet-and-greets between the elites, you plaster on the politest smile you can muster and let Jeonghan do all the talking. Occasionally you hear your name mentioned and chime in a word or two, but anyone can see your mind wandering if they look closely, costing you your first mistake of the night when your fingers lose their grip on the half-empty champagne glass. The spilled liquid leaves a stain on your shoes, déjà vu eliciting a thin smile at the memory of walking home barefoot while holding a pair of smelly, vomit-clad heels.

“You okay?”

“Sorry, I…” You smile apologetically. “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Go that way and then take another left at the corner.”

Apologizing again, you pick up your dress and quickly walk towards the left. Curiosity drips from the onlookers of the red dress flapping about, but luckily no one stops you on your way to the bathroom.

No one except…

“You’re here.”

Your brain comes up empty while trying to think of an excuse to get away from Seungcheol, and he offers an enthusiastic grin at seeing you at the party.

“Did you arrive with Jeonghan?”

“He sent his driver,” you answer, shuffling your feet anxiously. The sign to the ladies’ room is practically two leaps away. “Saw him just a few minutes ago actually.”

“I see.”

Before he can continue, you rush past him and nearly collapse onto the tiled floor once you enter the bathroom—sinks empty and stall doors open. Slamming your hands on one of the sink counters, you take a deep breath and catch sight of your winded reflection in the overhead mirror.

“I look like shit.”

Checking to confirm the stalls are void of others, you give yourself a quick pep talk and take more deep breaths, steadily calming down before fixing your makeup. Another glance at the mirror, and you’re surprised to find Seungcheol still standing where you had left him once you leave the bathroom.

“You’re still here.”

He looks up from his phone, shoulders relaxing before tucking away the device.

“Wanted to see if you were okay when you practically sprinted in there.”

“I’m okay,” you hum, brushing off imaginary dust from your arms. “Just needed some air.”

Nodding, Seungcheol then extends an arm for you to hold.

“May I have this dance?”

You pause. Instinct tells you to pull back, but the earnest look in his eyes is too strong to resist. Slowly, you take his arm and the smile on his face practically lights up the entire room despite the dimmed glow of the ballroom fixtures. Dimmed lights, slowed music for a waltz, the ambiance almost rivals Cinderella’s first dance at the prince’s ball.

But you aren’t Cinderella, and you break away before the magic can end at midnight.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, shaking your head. “I—”

“Is it because of my ex?” Reaching into his back pocket, Seungcheol takes out his phone and taps on the screen, pulling up a text thread for you to see.

“I was just telling her I finally found someone I want to be with,” he continues, “She wished me good luck right before I asked you to dance.”

“Why me?” you sniffle, holding back the brimming tears in your eyes. “I’m… I’m just another escort.”

“You’ve always been honest with me. That’s more than what all the other girls could ever offer when I’m just another bank for them to extract money from.

“And you even showed me McDonald’s,” he adds with a hearty chuckle, “It was the first time someone has ever treated me to such a delicious meal.”

“Seungcheol, that’s—”

“I love you,” His voice drops to a whisper. “I love you for just being you.”

—

The heart knows what it wants. People can get muddled by what they see and what they hear, but the heart ultimately knows what it wants. And in trying to convince yourself otherwise, you had somehow gotten hold of Seungcheol’s heart before you knew you even wanted it.

“Can you please go see him?”

“I can’t.” You bury your face in your hands. “I don’t want to know how he thinks of me after I walked out on him like that.”

Hana rolls her eyes, not understanding your self-induced predicament. “The guy literally told you he loves you.”

“So? He’s someone who can have whatever he wants with a snap of his fingers when I’m just a—”

“Don’t you start calling yourself a nobody when you’re not.”

The remainder of your sentence falls short. Just like her to know exactly what you wanted to say.

“Enough about him, then,” she sighs, taking your hands and swinging them ever so slightly. “Are you certain you want to terminate your contract with the agency?”

“I really can’t do this anymore.” The risk of running into Seungcheol when you were contractually bound to serve others like him is too much for your mental health to withstand. Even though he was totally the type to fill your schedule exclusively for his company so others couldn’t book you, your conscience couldn’t live with the notion of him throwing even more money your way when you technically left him hanging after he confessed his love for you. “I’ll figure something out if things don’t go through, but I really need you to start budgeting and saving for the end of the month to pay for rent.”

“Okay, Mom, I won’t buy new clothes or bags when you have extras in your closet for me to borrow.”

Rolling your eyes, you shake out of her hold and take the lead in heading inside the building that housed your escort agency. To your surprise, the usually empty lobby is filled with boxes and lines of people filing in and out.

“What’s going on?” comes the curious question from behind you. “Looks like a shitstorm in here.”

“I don’t know,” you whisper, not knowing where to look at the elevator doors that continue to open and close with movers coming down with furniture and other fixtures to move out. “It seems like the entire place is shutting down.”

“Does that mean the agency is also…”

The two of you exchange a glance and make way towards the elevators, squeezing through the movers to find an elevator heading up rather than down. Once the doors open at the fifth floor, you follow her out and don't know what to make of the now vacant space that used to be the escort agency.

“What on Earth…”

Stripped bare of furniture and other knickknacks such as the familiar plants and backboard listing each escort’s daily scheduled “meetings”, the place reminds you of a freshly renovated office space ready to be leased out for a new term.

“Are we jobless?”

You don’t know how to answer the question, still processing the sight of the vacant agency when low murmuring catches your attention. From down the hallway, you spot none other than Jeonghan and the conniving witch who had conned you into signing the escort contract in the first place walking your direction. Hana puts up her middle finger on sight, but lowers her hand when you usher for her to step out before things get ugly.

“Aren’t you meeting with that one guy today? What’s his name, again, Jun?”

“I can just cancel. He’s kind of too quiet for my taste.”

“It’s not right to bail when he already paid upfront,” you convince her, “I’ll ask Jeonghan what’s going on and update you in the evening.”

“But—”

“I know you’ve been eyeing one of my Celine bags; have this Jun take you on a shopping spree to get you one.”

Already knowing she’s sold on the idea of using her date as today’s ATM machine, you shoo her away and watch from behind a corner once Jeonghan and your “former boss” stop by the front entrance. Picking up hints of an alleged “takeover” and “waste of money”, you hold your tongue until Jeonghan is alone, debating whether to reveal yourself from your hiding place when he places a hand over his mouth and coughs knowingly.

“I saw you from a mile away, sweetheart.”

You stand from your crouched position, wincing at the slight numbness in your legs.

“What’s going on? It’s completely empty here.”

He smiles, tilting his head back at the sight of the empty space.

“I bought the place!”

“You what?”

“Technically, my name was used to buy out the agency,” Jeonghan clarifies, chuckling at the absurdity of cleaning out an entire establishment with his money. “It was a completely one-sided proposal but I can’t believe it still went through.”

“Who asked you to buy out this place?” You try your best to not cry but the water in your eyes is already pooling along the corners. “I… We… How am I supposed to pay for my living expenses if I’m suddenly out of a job?”

“Sweetheart, it’s not a bad thing—”

“What would you know?” you yell, fed up with the whims of the wealthy. “You don’t know what it’s like to live paycheck by paycheck! You and your friends are silver spoons from the very moment you were born! I am sick and tired of being toyed with like—”

Jeonghan reaches a hand into his blazer and thrusts a business card in front of your face, successfully shutting you up when it drops onto your outstretched hands.

“Here’s the contact for the new owner of the building. Go talk to him if you need someone to yell at because that person is not going to be me.”

—

“Please wait here. Mister Choi will meet with you shortly.”

You nod awkwardly, thanking the receptionist after she sets down the requested cup of coffee. Leaving the coffee untouched, you close your eyes, praying your guess on the identity of this Mister Choi will be proven false when you hear the approaching footsteps. Not daring to look up, you open your eyes and grab the coffee mug, nearly staining your white dress with splashes of mocha from the quick swipe of your arm.

“I can have someone bring in a new dress if you need it.”

“Why did you do that?”

A scraping sound against the tiled floor, and you manage to lift your head up at the figure that takes the empty seat before you.

“Do what?” Seungcheol asks innocently.

It’s irritating, the subtle smirk on his face. The corners of your mouth twitch and he notices, leaning forward with his hands clasped together.

“You know what you did,” you grumble, refusing to entertain his antics. “Mister ‘I just bought out your agency because I have the money to’.”

“For starters,” he begins, knocking a hand on the table. The silver ring sitting on his pinky catches a glimmer from the faint sunlight, eliciting the memories of drinking tequila with him at the bar. “I didn’t buy out the building entirely for you. It was a business decision agreed by my board of directors to expand the hotel chain.

“Secondly, the proposed amount for this building and clearing out its tenants has no relation to you when Jeonghan was willing to pay half as a personal favor.

“And most importantly,” Seungcheol murmurs, voice dropping to almost a whisper. “I couldn’t bear the thought of you seeing other men just to make ends meet, so I did what I had to.”

You sit speechless, not knowing what to say as he gets up, eyes downcast.

“Even if you don’t choose me, I still want you to be happy. Of course, after I calculate the exact amount of compen—”

His eyes widen at the sudden tug on his sleeve, and you get up from your seat, snaking your arms around him before he can slip away.

“Why do you do the things that you do for me?”

He chuckles, turning around with a gaze full of love and adoration. Paired with the hints of the dimples in his grin, you finally realize he’d given his heart to you long before he even knew he had already done so.

“Because I love you and want you to be able to do the things you want to do. You mentioned you initially wanted to be a model, so I’m planning on turning this building into a modeling agency for you to pursue that dream.”

“Choi Seungcheol, you—”

He shakes his head, pleased that you hadn’t reprimanded him. “My board approved the acquisition, but ultimately I make the final call on how to repurpose the building.”

“I hate this,” you mutter, “I hate you for doing all this for someone like me.”

“You hate me?” he echoes. “Should I make a call to resell the building, then?”

Unsure if he’s joking or serious, you hit him lightly and he takes it with a warm laugh, a sound that tugs fondly at your heartstrings.

“I love you.”

—

“So when’s the wedding?”

You nearly choke on your drink and your best friend/roommate snorts, not understanding your reaction to her question.

“You and Choi Seungcheol have been dating for almost a whole year now. Men like him are bound to have butterflies fluttering around trying to get some of that good stuff.”

So much has happened since the events prior, from the initial meeting over a soiled pair of heels to avoiding him like the plague when you found out he loved you and even bought out your contract from the escort agency for you to be free from their shackles. Not one to take anything for granted, you made it clear to him from the beginning that it was never about the money, but he liked to think of it as an additional way for him to show how much he loved and wanted to take care of you in the blossoming relationship.

“You really should put a ring on it so people know he’s yours.”

“Hana, don’t you think it should be the other way around?” you refute, scowling at her assumption at marriage being a surefire happening. “I mean, Jeonghan still claims I have every right to choose someone else until I’m officially not single anymore.”

“Please, your Seungcheol will be out for blood if Jeonghan tries anything funny.”

You snuff out the cough growing in your throat, fully aware of Seungcheol’s slight possessive streak.

“Yeah, I suppose.”

The gloating look on her face says it all, but you take a pause on forming a rebuttal when you feel the vibration of your phone against the nightstand. Sensing you wanted privacy, she closes the bedroom door behind her when she exits and you pick up to a breathless sounding Seungcheol on the other line.

“Are you running?”

“C-Can you meet me now?” he pants, sharp intakes of breath in between each word. “I… I got something… something important to give you.”

“Where?”

“I’m actually—”

The line cuts off before he finishes his sentence.

“Seungcheol?”

No response, and you rush out of your apartment, frantically pushing the button on the elevator that eventually takes you all the way down to the main lobby. He never broke off midway through a phone call, what if—

“Hey.”

You bite back a retort, balling your hands into fists and run at full speed, punching Seungcheol square on his chest when you spot him standing by the bus stop at the corner of the block from your apartment building.

“You idiot! I thought something happened to you over the phone!”

He frowns, not understanding your panic until he offers the cracked phone in his hand towards you.

“I dropped my phone mid-conversation on the ground and the screen cracked. Is this what you’re referring to?”

“Unbelievable.” You pull away, but he grabs your hand just as you fall out of reach.

“Cute,” he smiles, his other hand taking out a small box from the pocket of his white jacket. “Here’s a gift for being so worried about me.”

“You called me out just to give me a gift?”

The raised eyebrow does little to erase the growing pout on his face, and you roll your eyes before taking his gift, revealing a stunning flower-shaped diamond ring sitting within the cushioned jewelry box.

“W-What is this?”

“I’m sorry for not being more formal,” he apologizes, “I had my driver bring me directly to the jeweler when they called and said the ring I wanted was ready for pickup.” Gesturing to his casual white zip-up jacket, blue tee, and matching white pants that completed his rushed morning look, Seungcheol smiles awkwardly and gets down on one knee, catching you completely by surprise.

“I don’t look like a man about to propose, but I really hope you’ll say yes?”

“Choi Seungcheol, this is the most comfortable outfit I’ve seen you in since we started dating,” you laugh, easing the ring out of its box and placing it onto your finger. “I’m not going to say no when you came to me dressed down like this.”

The beaming grin on his face says it all, and you give him a peck on the cheek once he stands up.

“I’ll need to check with my assistant, but if it works for you, we can hold the wedding sometime in… September? Of course, feel free to tell me what ideas you have and I can make it happen. We can book an entire—”

You put a finger over his mouth to stop him from rambling, excitement practically dancing from every inch of his being at the thought of planning the perfect wedding.

“I’m perfectly happy with a simple vacation wedding plus honeymoon.”

“That’s it?” The disappointment in his voice couldn’t be more clear. “Just a vacation?”

“Mhm. Just a simple around-the-world trip will do.

“In fact, why don’t we go right now?”

“Now?” he echoes, “I still haven’t found contractors to revamp the building I bought for you.”

“That can wait,” you groan, checking the sign by the bus stop that announced three minutes before the next bus arrives. “I’m not in a rush to start work when I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Yes, but—”

“No buts!” The bus rolls closer and closer until it is only one red light away. “You can make your calls to arrange for passports and everything else on the way to the airport, but let’s go before we miss this bus!”

Waving down the bus driver with a furious wave, you take note of the secure fingers wrapped around your right hand. A comforting yet trusting touch, you know Seungcheol is equally on board with the idea despite the initial hesitation at the abrupt proposition to leave everything behind in his hectic corporate world. Rash and borderline irresponsible when he oversees so much in his business on the daily and has an entire pyramid of people dependent on him to make executive decisions, there’s little to change his mind when he’s finally able to go along with what he would like to do for once in his life.

“You know I’ll go wherever you go.”

#seventeen scenarios #seungcheol scenarios #svt #scoups #svt scenarios #seventeen fanfic #scoups fanfic #i have forgotten how to tag this shall suffice for now

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theygotlost · 5 months

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i know the discourse for it is long dead but now that ive finally gotten around to watching barbie and had some time to sleep on it I have my two cents to put in. this is probably the exact same as every other critical thinkpiece but I didn't really read those so this is my genuine opinion.

first of all, this is a two hour toy commercial. it's the same thing as a michael bay transformers movie. mattel sanctioned this to sell you a toy. I'm a firm believer that any message of social activism is inherently disingenuous if it's coming from a multimillion dollar corporation: a corporation's sole purpose is to make money, and they will use whatever political or social zeitgeist they think will be the best vehicle for that. the depiction of the mattel executives in the film is not a critique or satire, it's mattel openly admitting, "this but unironically".

second, I have very little interest in any message of "feminism" or "female empowerment" that does nothing to include women who aren't traditionally feminine. the closest the movie gets to this is weird barbie, so she was decidedly my favorite character (if I could convince myself that I care about the movie enough to have a favorite character), but she's "weird" and "different" in way that's still palatable to the masses. the human girl's mom (did she have a name?) makes the argument for a "normal barbie" who is not extraordinary or an overachiever or sets an impossible beauty standard, but still asks that this barbie gets to wear "a flattering top".

what I'm getting at here is that the type of "female empowerment" on display in the barbie movie is not one for gender nonconforming women or women who simply have no interest in performing femininity or adhering to feminine beauty standards. barbie may have an illustrious career as a doctor and astronaut and president and scientist and and and but in every iteration she's Pretty. she always wears makeup, has long, carefully styled hair, is almost always thin, and wears cute, form fitting outfits, usually with skirts and dresses. she can do anything she puts her mind to, have any career she wants, accomplish anything, just as long as she's also Pretty. if barbie is supposed to be a role model for little girls, what message is that sending them?

the stereotypical barbie falls into depression because she's "not pretty anymore", at which point a narrator cuts in to say directly to the audience, "margot robbie is not the right person to cast to make this point". as if acknowledging it somehow fixes it? like, you still did that. you still cast the thin, blonde, white, conventionally attractive margot robbie as the star of your feature length barbie doll commercial. telling me you realize how silly it is to say she's not pretty doesn't change that.

there will never be a butch barbie because that's not marketable. there will never be a barbie who doesn't wear makeup or has body hair or acne or is fat but not hourglass shaped. this is why we can't base our notions of feminism off a mass marketed plastic toy for children. the movie itself is like, fine. it did make me laugh. it has some endearing elements in it. but its sociopolitical messaging is totally lukewarm, and not by accident.

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I used to think Seme and Uke were like a heteronormative thing based on a vague sense that these stories are bad with no real reason why, and the knowledge that the Uke is both feminine and literally the way in which the female audience projects themselves into the story. But now I don't understand why I ever did think that. Being a projection point for women does not mean that a character isn't literally a man actually, and women don't write characters like this to appease homophobes or perpetuate queer oppression or the heteronormative model of relationships, it's just what appeals to them personally in fiction.

I never would have suggested this about a story with a femme gay man and a masc gay man, I love stories like that and write a lot of them myself. I just sort of heard people say things that vaguely carried this implication with it and internalized that without thinking critically on it or trying to see if this fit together with my other beliefs.

The thing I think is missing from a lot of seme/uke discourse or slash fandom discourse is that it's not as simple as identification.

Shallow analysis tends to treat BL like a stereotypical het romance novel, which probably does a disservice to het romance novels and their audiences as well but definitely does a disservice to BL.

It appears to be reasonably common that people do identify with the bottom and not the top... But it does not follow that they're attracted to only the top.

Often, they're absolutely rabid for the bottom in a "Do I want to fuck him or do I want to be him?" way, which is an incredibly queer form of attraction whether we're looking at AFABs working out their gender issues via BL or clueless girls at boarding school wondering what all these feelings for sempai are.

One does occasionally see some of this vibe in (nominally het) stories about female characters crossdressing to enter some school/the military/etc., but it's a dynamic that's not typically present in a het romance novel of the type people seem to liken BL to. It's a very queer vibe even if the art contains a f/m ship, and it seems like a lot of fans of BL are actually seeking this in preference to something where the lines of identification and attraction are more set in stone.

I just don't think you can do any real analysis of BL without confronting this two-part attraction, but it's missing from all those "You made this one The Girl" critiques.

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La Belle Dame avec Merci -- Chapter 3: Sadie Hawkins Is a Bitch

Eddie Munson x Unpopular!AFAB!fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ readers only please - minor children DNI! – No Upsidedown; reader is technically a virgin; mutual pining; Eddie has trust issues; emotional hurt/comfort; female masturbation; male masturbation; emotional manipulation; reader is kinda shitty to Eddie; reader gets better; angst; more angst; Eddie’s mom is dead; small act of accidental physical violence; Uncle Wayne is the best

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Sadie Hawkins could kiss your ass. Frustrated with yourself, you pulled at the gaping neckline of the oversized sweater you wore over your turtleneck. You knew it wasn’t really oversized because when it was on the mannequin in the store, the headless female form had her shoulders completely exposed. That was the way it was supposed to be worn: babydoll style. You bought it in a fit of insanity, obviously. But it was the only thing that no one in the school had seen yet and, after all the money you had spent on it, you wanted to do something with it. Something slightly daring, sexy and alluring. For Eddie.

You had to wear the turtleneck underneath because your parents wouldn’t allow you out of the house wearing just the sweater as the mannequin modeled it. You stuffed your tank top into your bookbag. The plan was: change out of the turtleneck and into the tank at school and then change back again before you went home.

As you stuffed the material down deep under your books, like you were attempting to smuggle a key of cocaine through airport security, you could feel your heart beating in your chest. You would never have believed that you were the sort of girl who would bring clothes to change at school because your parents would object to what you tried to leave the house in, but here you were. Acting like all the brainless, superficial, preppie girls who slutted it up for their boyfriends at school. You caught your look in your bedroom mirror and mouthed: “Who are you?” as your mom called you down for breakfast.

Embracing your fate, just before homeroom, there you were: off-the shoulder sweater with complimenting tank top underneath, with your Jordache jeans pegged at the ankles, and your pure white keds. It was very Flashdance only without the leg warmers. You had also managed to put some make-up on your face. Nothing garish, but just enough to make a difference. You looked cute, but not too cute. You were ready for battle.

Sadie Hawkins was the yearly dance where the girls got to ask the guys. The gender-flip was meant to be the cutesy appeal, but honestly, it kind of made you sick. This was a dance neither one of you wanted to attend, but you also wanted to show up with Eddie and freak everyone out. To do this, you had to look like you had bothered to put in some kind of an effort. After all, fake dating needed just the right touch to make things believable.

It had been three solid days since you had straddled his lap in the library on that fateful Monday and actually pressed your mouth to his. Since then, it had only been not-close-enough-to-touch-but-close-enough-to-look-like-kissing fake kissing in the halls lasting only for the time that the jocks or party kids were around. You didn’t have the heart to actually kiss him again. Not that you didn’t want to. He was certainly growing on you and got your sense of humor. But after kissing him the first time, it registered as cruel with you to do that to him over and over again and calling it fake.

You hadn’t formed an actual plan with Eddie on Monday. All you knew was that the looks you kept getting from pockets of people in the halls of Hawkins High was giving you a wonderful feeling. You had a secret and they weren’t allowed to know. You felt like a puppet master leading all of them along and it gave you a rush that pleased you immensely.

For his part, Eddie couldn’t prevent the surprised look on his face when you approached him in the halls for the second time that Monday. He was amazed that you were keeping up the ruse at first. After the third day of your face being so close to his, but not actually touching him, his brain was screaming at him to make it make sense. Your perfume filled his senses. Your breath was on his cheek. You were right there, but he had no permission to do anything. He couldn’t just kiss you. That would mean you would stop, right? A line crossed. And he didn’t want you to stop, did he? By the end of Wednesday, his confusion melted into resentment. You were clearly playing a game he didn’t want you to win.

At first, it was easy; you rushed to him with a fake-kiss me quick before pulling him to you by the collar and pressing your face close to his, one eye on the crowd of passing kids, then breaking away with a thanks see ya before disappearing yourself. But as time has worn on, you could tell Eddie was getting more and more itchy about keeping up the foolishness. The last time you tried at the end of day yesterday, he took your hands away from the sides of his face and pressed you up against the locker. He drew close. Not actually making contact with you as always, but simply staring you down. He didn’t look pleased; his eyes filled with a threat: go on, I dare you to try it for real. So you didn’t. He was clearly irritated.

You were going to have to give him a little more to keep him sweet.

You had grabbed his present that morning and had stuffed it in your bag as well as your tank top. You tried to be thoughtful, but you weren’t made of money, so it had to be something meaningful, useful, and cheap. And since you didn’t know much about him, you hoped this would do the trick.

You knew his love for D&D and weaving stories from his participation in Hellfire. You knew of his struggles with history - at least that wasn’t part of the lie when someone from the evil cliques put his name into the tutor request list. You also knew he loved metal music. He wore the emblems of them all over his clothing like a knight wears armor - not to mention the guitar pic that hung around his neck like a talisman. So, armed with the knowledge that you did have about him, you went out and purchased a gift. You just hoped it was enough to encourage his continued participation in the charade.

As you made your way down the halls, you noticed all of the decorations for the upcoming dance. They only served to make you even more nervous. The sweater was daring alright: you felt downright naked. You saw him at his locker before he saw you. “Hey handsome.“

Eddie shut his eyes. Yours was the last voice he wanted to hear. Unfortunately for him, it was also the only voice he wanted to hear. One week into this and it was a new form of torture to be around you every day. The last time, he found strength enough to resist you. But only barely. He had to do better.

“Cupcake!“ he said, a tone of exasperation in his voice. He faced you full on, crossing his arms and leaning against the lockers with one shoulder, knowing what you’d come for. It was a moment - just one - where his heart skipped several beats at the sight of you. Jesus fuck, you were gorgeous.

“How are you today, snookems?” you smiled, hands behind your back holding your bag.

You were literally a siren. A witch in fairy-princess garb. Only now you were really trying. Your tits were right there. And your lips were a cherry red. And you smiled like that at him. But it was all a lie, wasn’t it? It was all for show. His heart sank into the pit of his stomach. Resigned, Eddie thought: get it over with now, and let’s get on with our lives. He closed his eyes and puckered.

“Oh don’t worry about that,” you said, “there’s no one here.”

Eddie was disappointed. Wait. Why was he disappointed? Shouldn’t he be relieved? He shook it off and asked: “So why are you here then?”

You stamped down a wave of annoyance at his irritation. “I’m here to give you this.” You dug in your backpack and came up with his present. “Happy three day fake-aversary, I guess,” you said, managing a half smile and shrug.

His head drew back, and he looked incredibly skeptical. “And what is this?“

“Like I said: happy fake-aversary.”

Incredibly suspicious, he took the box from you and examined it, turning it this way and that, shaking it and bringing it to his ear. “No ticking.”

“No ticking,” you confirmed.

“Then I guess I better see what’s inside,” he said and took off the lid. His eyebrows went past his bangs in surprise. A set of six steel strings for guitar were inside.

“How did you know I played?”

You shrugged, pleased that he was at least giving you a half grin. “Lucky guess,” you said, “or maybe a clue you leave everyone?” Here you glanced at the guitar pic that dangled on his shirt. “I don’t know. I guess I just had a feeling.”

He huffed a small laugh as he glanced at the pic. “Well, now I feel bad,” he said. “I didn’t get you anything, buttercup.”

“Go with me to the Sadie Hawkins thing on Saturday and we’re even.”

His peal of laughter probably echoed in the gym on the opposite side of the school.

“Will you shut up!” you whispered to him harshly. “You’re going to blow our cover, jackass.”

“Oh! So sorry, my little peach cobbler,” and just for emphasis, he pinched your cheek causing you to pull away from his touch reflexively, “I forgot that we were still trying to trick the school into thinking that you aren’t the Ice Queen they think you are.”

“Hey! This is to help you too!” you argued.

“Yeah, I’d been wondering about that. How do you figure?” he asked. He was genuinely curious. After all, his life hadn’t changed much since the school was set on fire with the rumor that the two of you were seeing each other. He was still an outcast. Only now, he was an outcast AND the guy who managed to corrupt the vestal virgin of Hawkins High. He saw how the girls looked at him differently. He wasn’t blind. But he leaned in toward you; he wanted to hear your reasoning for this game.

“Well, you’re supposedly dating the undatable girl, right? The untouchable one. Guys have been shot down hard by me. Yet you managed to melt the Ice Queen. Surely that’s gotten you at least a reprieve from all the “freak” talk. Right?”

Eddie shrugged. “Not the biggest change in the world.” He wasn’t being touted as a hero, and there were still whispers going on behind his back about him. But the tone of the whispers had changed. And, as he gave it some thought, he hadn’t been shoved in the shoulder or shouted at in the cafeteria anytime in the last few days. It was as if all the guys were trying to figure it out. How did Eddie Munson, the freak of Hawkins High, hook up with the Ice Queen? “But yeah, I guess there’s been a mild shift in the air.”

“See! Now don’t you want to see all their jaws drop when we attend the Sadie Hawkins dance?”

He internally recoiled at the idea of going to a Hawkins High dance. Deep in the pit of his stomach, a sour roiling developed; that same warning against the seduction of the witch-fairy. “I can live without it, to be honest, sweets,” he said. “And besides,” he added as an afterthought, “I don’t have a thing to wear.”

“You don’t have to dress up for Sadie,” you said. “That’s the beauty of it. It’s not a formal. It’s just a gathering of the youth with music and a photo op.”

“Ohhh no. Nope. No way. I am NOT having my picture taken attending a high school dance,” he said, shoving your present and his books in his locker and grabbing a notebook and his English textbook. “Thanks for the strings, but no way, angel. Not me. You’ve got the wrong dude.”

You could see that he clearly wasn’t going to go. And if you were honest, you didn’t really want to go with him if he was going to be like this. You did not want to force a boy to dance with you who absolutely hated the music and the company and the atmosphere and the gentle swaying back and forth. He would be a miserable human. And so would you for asking him to do it.

A couple of cheerleaders passed by, glancing at you and giggling. Fuck them, you thought. And fuck Eddie’s belligerence. “Well, think about it anyway. I’ll see you in biology. Let me know then.” Maybe you could think of a way by then to make a silk purse out of this sow’s ear.

“I’m letting you know now, cupcake,” he said, slamming the locker door shut and spinning the lock. “It’s not happening. Lose the dream.” And with that, he stalked down the hallway and disappeared around the corner, proud that he was able to resist you and your feminine wiles.

“Shit,” you said to the empty halls around you. The second bell rang. “SHIT!” You raced down the hall to history, praying Ms. O’Donnell would believe your lie about having to use the bathroom before class.

Maria looked at you funny when you got there, breathless. “Fooling around with Munson has you running late today?” she asked, giggling.

“What? No,” you said, unloading your history books. “Why?”

She thumbed in the direction of one of the cheerleaders that had passed you. “Stephanie told O’Donnell you were running late because you were making out with your boyfriend in the hall. She saw you.”

You felt yourself blush. “Jesus,” you muttered. The class began. “We weren’t making out,” you whispered.

“Then what were you doing?” she asked, keeping her voice low as well.

“Just talking,” you said.

“How can you be with that guy? You know he sells drugs, right?” she asked.

“Yeah,” you said, “I don’t get involved with that. That’s his business.”

“Yeah but how can you kiss him? He probably tastes like an ashtray,” she said and made a face, sticking a finger down her throat and pretending to gag.

“You go around licking ashtrays to find out what it’s like, do you?” you asked her. Maria made a face.

O’Donnell got everyone to work on an assignment in silence. You read through the material and began writing the answer to the essay question O’Donnell had written on the board. Between every sentence, you thought about how Eddie tasted. That first day, yeah, he did taste of cigarettes. It had been a closed-mouth kiss, so it was subtle but there. All your other kisses weren’t even kisses, just closeness. But on all those occasions he had a distinct scent of gum or mints or toothpaste. It was as if he were trying not to offend you. Was this the same boy who wouldn’t go to the dance?

He was a mystery. One you had yet to figure out. But what wasn’t a mystery was that he had his pride. And that, you couldn’t fault him for. After all, you were the same. He didn’t want to be thought of as so stupid as to need a tutor. He didn’t want to attend a dance where the music wouldn’t be to his tastes and his dancing might be made fun of. He didn’t want to fit in like that. He was labeled an outcast. He had embraced it, leaned into it, owned it. At this point, it was part of his personality. There was no way he was going to attend a dance where the requirement was to fit in - not after being the outcast for so long.

You sighed as you proofread your essay before turning it in to Ms. O'Donnell's desk. As you sat at your desk again, you knew what you had to do; you had to be kind. No amount of gifts would crack that stubborn pride of his. There was no way Eddie Munson was going to a dance at Hawkins High. And there was no way you were going to force him to. It wasn’t right. You wouldn’t like to be forced to do something you didn’t want to do. It wasn’t fair.

You would tell him in biology that he was off the hook.

~080~

“Very reminiscent of “La Belle Dame sans Merci” only with a twist ending, Eddie. I wasn’t aware that you were familiar with the poem,” said Mr. Hutchinson, passing back Eddie’s essay from earlier in that week. Eddie genuinely liked Hutch. Especially since he had a love for fantasy books like Eddie did.

Eddie gave him a curious look and shook his head. “No? asked Hutch. “I thought you might have been drawing from it, but just in case, I brought a copy of it. It’s at my desk. I’ll get it to you after class.”

At the end, just before the bell, Hutch placed the poem on his desk. It was not lengthy, but the first stanza was told from a different perspective than his story. “Read it a few times over and see the similarity between your story and this one. It’s remarkable that you’ve never read it, but still came up with a similar concept as Keats. Have you been done in by a woman’s charms recently?”

“Ice Queen,” whispered someone as they passed his desk to leave. Eddie’s eyes followed the offender across the room, a scowl on his face. He hated that name. You were just a chick. A chick who valued her grades more than she did parties or sports or sex. That’s all. Just because you wanted to be treated like more than a piece of meat didn’t mean you deserved to be shunned.

You were just a chick. One who had been outcast like him. One who deserved respect. One who was thoughtful and caring enough to buy him guitar strings, even though they were probably a bribe to get him to go to the dance. But you were also a chick who wouldn’t kiss him for real because… why? Just to keep up appearances without offending him? Or just because his first and only kiss was so lousy, but now you were committed? Still, you were a chick who was funny. And smart. Who wasn’t out to treat him like a piece of meat, at least, lousy kisser or not.

One who probably deserved to be taken to a dance. Just once. Because none of these other clowns would have what it takes to do that. And Eddie had it within his power. He could be the one to do that for you. He imagined spinning you around on the dance floor. That smile on your face. What harm could it do?

He’d let you know in biology that he thought it through and he’d go.

~080~

By the time biology rolled around, you were resigned to your fate. Gail passed by and you waved at her. She took that as an invitation to say hello. “So… you and Munson?” She was just as skeptical and curious as the rest of the school.

“What can I say? He’s got pretty eyes.” It wasn’t a lie. He did. “And you’re the one who ditched me anyway, so…”

She shrugged. “He gave me a twenty to switch tables. Still… Munson?” she asked, making a face.

“His name is Eddie,” you said, offended but not surprised that she was so easily bought, “and he’s kind of funny. And very creative. He’s got, I don’t know… a good heart. You know, for this tough guy.”

“Hmm, okay I guess. To each his own,” she said. “Just so long as he doesn’t get you hooked on cocaine or pregnant or anything.”

“Jesus, Gail! It’s not like that at all. He’s… a good dude. Just,” you said, grasping for a word you didn’t quite know. “He’s Eddie. He’s a breed apart. His own person. And he makes me laugh. Where’s the harm in that?”

“And the metal music?” she asked. “You’re into that? Because Jeff told me that Eddie and his band - Jeff and Eddie are in a band - they play at the Hideout on Tuesdays - he says they've gotten pretty good. But I’m sure you knew that already. Being Eddie’s girlfriend and all. So you must like their music too, huh?”

“I don’t mind it,” you said, not having any idea about his band until just then, but you were willing to fake it to keep up appearances. Your heart swelled with a bit of pride knowing that your instincts about what to give him as a gift were indeed spot on and completely appropriate. “I really like some of it. Good music to clean the house to.”

Gail laughed at this and said her goodbyes, moving back to sit with Jeff. Eddie came in moments later and set his things down. Scooting next to you on his stool, he said, “I’ve been thinking about it, and before you ask - no, I did not have a lobotomy.”

“What?” you asked, genuinely clueless.

“I think we should go,” he said, leaning toward you, invading your space, as was his way when he was excited about something. His one hand was settled in front of you on the lab table you shared. It looked strong. It was distracting.

“Go?” you asked, feeling a blush creep up your neck.

“Yeah,” he said, “you, me, we - we should go to the dance.” The space he occupied was vacated temporarily as he took off his jacket and sat on it as usual. The absence of him that close to you was like a physical ache. Before you had time to wonder about it, you had to remind yourself to breathe. He was wearing a t-shirt today and his arms were gorgeous. You had never touched him outside of the fake kissing, not casually, but in this moment, you felt like a woman possessed.

“Oh,” you said, tracing a finger over the puppet master on his forearm, “I was going to let you off the hook for that.”

“You were?” He was trying to focus on your words, but your fingertip was distracting him. He moved his arm so that you had better access.

“Yeah,” you said, freezing your motion to look into his eyes. “I wouldn’t want you to be miserable just so I can mess with people’s heads. You don’t deserve that.”

“No, it’s fine,” he said. “I don’t like them. They don’t like me. If I showed up in one of the places where they felt all normal - you know, if The Freak came into their dance - it would be cool to ruffle their preened feathers. If only for a few hours.”

He had you loosely caged in, one forearm on the table in front of you, the other along the back of your chair. If he wanted to, all he would have to do was lean in six inches to kiss your bare shoulder, kiss your neck, nibble at your ear, take your mouth with his. And you would let him too. Mostly because he had never initiated anything between you two before. It was always you who had been fake-kissing him. Never the other way around.

You wondered what would happen if he did. Would you instantly melt into him? Would your knees go weak? Would you moan into his mouth?

You blinked slowly at him, desperately attempting to piece together the words he had just finished saying. He was asking you to ask him to the dance, right? Did you understand him correctly? “You don’t have to, Eddie. You really don’t. I want you to be happy. It’s bad enough I’ve been making you pretend-kiss me for the last week. I wouldn’t want to push you too far. You deserve to be with someone who isn’t a stack of lies in a trench coat.”

He wanted to ask: Is it really all a lie? Are you fake? He needed to know. He knew you started off that way, but he remembered the look you gave him when he finally pushed back that day. Shocked, lips parted in surprise, eyes alight with something else. He wanted to ask you about all that. Was it all a joke? Every part? And he wanted you to say no in the worst way. He needed you to say no. No, Eddie. You are the one I want. And was he? Was he really?

But just then Harris began his class. Eddie waited anyway, looking to you for some sign. But you didn’t do anything but turn to the page indicated and click your pen. He did the same, but he provided his ringed left hand turned up and right next to yours on the lab table between you both just in case.

Mr. Harris cleared his throat to begin class. All you both could do was turn back to your studies, but Eddie’s left hand turned palm up, the giant ring on his forefinger nudging the back of your hand. He had looked a bit hurt when you told him he deserved someone who actually cared about him. Was this him reaching out for comfort? You needed your right hand to jot notes, but when you weren’t writing, you brushed the back of his with your own, eventually turning his hand and linking your pinky with his, warm and welcoming.

You watched him out of curiosity while he wasn’t looking. This was the first time he had touched you, without you initiating anything and it was so gentle and subtle. This was not meant for the others to see and be grossed out. This was him communicating to you. No other people were invited.

Eddie felt you link your pinkie with his until you had something to write, then you were gone, only to come back seconds later to link up again. You just let him touch you. You kept coming back to touch him. And it wasn’t so obvious that others might notice. It wasn’t something that could be used for display. And you were allowing it. That was different. Could it mean that you really did give a damn? You didn’t mind him touching you?

But the touch was too intermittent. As the class went on, you were gone for longer and longer times. He wanted more.

Mr. Harris drew a complex diagram on the board. When he turned his back to the class, Eddie’s hand disappeared from your touch and slipped underneath the table. Suddenly, you felt your stool being yanked closer to him. Eddie didn’t meet your look at all. He just wrapped an arm around your back, hand resting on your hip opposite. Once he settled there, he glanced your way. You didn’t look mad. Startled, but not mad. That was good.

You waited for him to do more. To try something else. He didn’t. His hand simply rested on the curve of you, warming the flesh there. The weight of his arm wasn’t bothersome either. His scent was stronger here too: mint and Old Spice and cigarettes. You caught his eye as he measured your reaction.

And then you did something Eddie didn't expect: you smiled.

You smiled because you didn’t mind this at all. You shifted your book and notebook over and settled in next to him, taking your notes again as if this were the most natural thing in the world. Because it kind of was. Eddie went back to taking notes, easy as you please.

When Harris turned back to write something else on the board, you looked to Eddie and brushed his hair aside, pinning it behind his ear. Turning to you, his eyebrows raised, you whispered, “We don’t need to go to any dances. I hate them too, actually. We can do something else if you like. Wherever you want.”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Of course,” you said. “Anything for my fake fella.”

That was the wrong thing to say. You saw something die in his dark eyes. Regret filled your throat. You hurried to apologize, the intention making it to your eyes - but the words never made it to your lips.

“If I’m not interrupting your conversation by teaching, I would like to continue,” said Mr. Harris.

Blushing, you cleared your throat and bent over your notebook.

Eddie stared at you for a beat, weighing up the last look you threw him before Harris interrupted. Finally, he turned to the teacher. “I’ll allow it,” said Eddie with a dismissive brush of his hand. Laugher went up from a few in the class.

“Oh thank you, Mr. Munson. So happy I have your approval,” the teacher said and went back to his lesson.

Harris continued his lecture and the two of you studiously took notes for a while. You shot him a quick sorry under your breath. He answered you with a glance that you hoped meant forgiveness. And you were sure it did, because his hand never moved from around your body.

Eddie being so close to you, being so quiet, with his arm still around you, you felt yourself melt a little at his touch. Not just because he was apparently comfortable, but because something inside you told you that he needed you to comfort him. To let him know you meant it when you said you were letting him off the Sadie Hawkins hook.

Eddie put his head down and took a note or two on the life cycle of the butterfly and wondered himself why he cared so much about you. More than that, why did you trust him? Where was all this coming from? Like in this moment now: you were soft under his hand, just letting him settle there. He could feel your right knee against his left. Were you moving closer? Did he really feel that?

He risked a side glance at you, but you had your thinking face on. One hand cradling your head, tilted away from him, exposing the line of your neck. The other hand gripped your pencil, scribbling a diagram of a chrysalis as Harris drew the same and labeled it on the board. He could lean in and kiss your neck if he wanted. You might have objected if he did, but he could do it. Taste your skin. Bury his nose in your hair afterward. Take in your scent. Eddie’s cock twitched slightly. He shifted in his seat. You brought your head up slightly and looked at him. His eyes met yours.

He echoed your sorry from earlier, trying like hell not to blush. Jesus, what the fuck? It was all fake. All of it. Why couldn’t he get that through his thick skull? You didn’t actually like him. You were just tolerating him for the sake of appearances. That was all. It was like a business deal.

Get a fucking grip, Munson!

“Ugh, get a room, you two,” said a harsh whisper from behind you both.

Glancing back simultaneously, one of the preppie party kids made a face at you both. You regarded each other, bemused. It seemed, at the end of the day, you were both enjoying the charade. Harris was drawing the butterfly now. You gave Eddie a look: well? A silent question in your eyes.

Permission. You were asking his permission. Holy fuck.

He didn’t think. He didn’t want to spare the time to doubt himself. Immediately, he leaned in and kissed you, his eyes open the whole time, gauging your reaction. You stared back, unable to resist being the focus of his entire attention.

He saw flecks of different colors in your eyes that he had noticed before from the prior fake kissing you had done, but they continued to fascinate him; they weren’t just the solid color they seemed to be from afar. Your touch was gentle. Your stare unwavering. He felt himself slide into a future with you as his girl. With you smiling at him as he played his guitar. With you playing with his hair as he lay in your lap and wove you a story. Date nights, fights, anniversaries, make up sex. Sex. With you. Fuck. Flickering images of skin and sweat and moaning. Clutching sheets. With you in his arms afterward. He lost himself in you until Harris’ voice pierced the silence. Eddie blinked and backed off, bent over his notebook once more. And his hand on your hip was gone.

The kiss itself was only a few seconds long. Yet, it was during that kiss that you saw it for the first time: Eddie Munson’s vulnerability. A thing so precious and fleeting, the rarest of butterflies. As quickly as it appeared, it was gone, Eddie turning back to make a note of the life span of the Painted Lady butterfly.

He had never kissed you before. The first kiss had been your idea - one that you dared not repeat. But this? You stared at the side of his face for several seconds before snapping back to the classroom task at hand. The bell rang.

Eddie was up and gone without a glance back at you. Something had clearly happened for him and he was obviously embarrassed. Shit. Gail was there waiting for you as you mulled things over. She cleared her throat and knocked on the table. “Earth to-

“Yeah yeah,” you muttered. “Right with you.” You gathered your things and moved on to your next class.

There would be no next class for Eddie. He needed air. Out in the crisp late autumn morning, his van sat on the edge of the parking lot. He gained it quickly and sat himself behind the wheel, slamming the door shut hard.

“What the fuck!?” he shouted to himself as with shaking hands he shoved the key into the ignition. “What the ever-loving fuck!?” He drove off school grounds with no particular destination in mind. He just needed a quiet place to think.

He wound up at Peaceful Rest Cemetery. He knew where to go from there.

He was alone. Just him, his mother’s grave, and a fresh soft pack of cigs he had bought only that morning. He sat on the tiny stone bench at the foot of her grave and stared at her name. In that moment, his mind was blissfully blank. He lit up.

After three draws on his cig, the nicotine hitting his system, he was ready to talk. “I don’t get it, Mom,” he said, “I don’t get her at all. I mean- I get the whole fuck the in-crowd thing. God knows I get that. But me? Am I supposed to represent the anti-in-crowd type?” He shrugged. “Yeah. I guess I do. But what I can’t figure is: it’s not only me. I mean, she could have picked Gareth or Jeff or any of the other guys in Hellfire. Shit, she could have picked that dweeb that works on the school paper. But no. She picks me.

“And why? Because I was there; I was convenient. Because I was sitting right across the table from her when that last straw cracked the camel’s back in two.” He drew on his cigarette again. “That’s it. That’s all. I was just the right guy in the wrong place at the wrong time. And now my dick wants a vote. Jesus Christ.

“I really don’t need this chick, Mom. I don’t need her using me. But you know? You remember that song that used to play on the radio when I was a kid? The one you would sing along to in the car?”

He closed his eyes and sang softly:

You just keep on using me/ until you use me up

“That one? Yeah. She’s like that. And a big part of me hates it because I know she’s using me, but then there’s a part of me that can’t believe it’s happening because she’s just… so fucking amazing. She’s smart and just a little sexy but she doesn’t even know it. She walks around looking like that and, Mom, she has no idea! It’s crazy. The sweater she had on today alone… Jesus.” Eddie blinked, remembering where he was and who he was talking to. “Sorry, Mom. But you get it.”

“She’s too good for me though. I know that. And I know what you’re going to say, Mom. I know you’re going to say that I am good enough, but I live in a trailer park with my uncle. And her? She lives over in Loch Nora with the other rich kids. Which isn’t necessarily better, but she has folks, you know? A mom and a dad and they both love each other and their little baby girl. I mean, I haven’t met them or anything, but I just know, you know?”

He took three more puffs and blew the smoke into the air until it mixed with the clouds above him. He watched them go, turning and laying down on his back on the bench, feet planted on the ground, his free hand behind his head as a cushion.

“I had a dream about her last night.”

Another smoke cloud blew out to join its brothers, shifting in the afternoon air.

“I dreamt that she was a fairy princess and I was a knight and she stole my horse and gave me honey to eat from a wooden spoon.”

Another cloud of smoke rose slowly above him.

“Fucking Keats, man.”

His mother didn’t reply. The grass rustled against her stone as the wind blew it around. The caretakers should mow soon. Eddie wondered if he should write a letter to them not to touch his mom’s grave. To tell them that he liked the longer grasses and how they sounded brushing up against her stone. Like she was whispering to him. Comforting him.

“I think I’m falling in love with her, Mom.”

“I didn’t mean to. It’s only been a few days of this shit, you know?”

“I’ve got to tell her to stop.”

“I can’t let her do this anymore.”

He finished his cig and sat up, crushing out the last embers on the underside of the bench and tossing the butt across the graveyard. He gave his mother’s headstone one last look. “Falling in love with someone so fast is what got you killed. That’s what Wayne said.”

He stood, hands in his pockets, cold now. “Of course, he was really drunk when he said it. But he said it. And I believe him.”

“Bye, Mom. Good talk.”

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found you - ch. 2 (part II)

pairing: gojo satoru x female oc (ara natsuna)

tropes: psycho! rival! athlete! yandere! gojo x introvert! booksmart! oc

warnings: 18+ only babes, profanity, pet-names (baby, kitten), stalking/possessive themes, manipulation, dub/non-consented sex, nipple play, size kink (slightly), fingering, begging, oral (f receiving), praising/dirty talk, rough sex, choking (a lil) & jus gojo being unhinged (as usual)

word count/plot: [6.4k] ara catches gojo's attention when news breaks that she is the top academically ranked student in their grade. he is ranked second. he tries to befriend her but she ignores him. despite her obvious disinterest, his obsession begins...

a/n: i took forever to edit this bc for some reason i thought i already posted it LMAo BUT y'all i'm like 75% thru w the next chapter n i'm lowkey scared to post it LMFAO (yes ik i'm a slow writer but pLS bear w me, next chapter is also hella long & wild). anyway tysm for all ur comments on the last post, esp the long ones! i read all of them & they make me happy :,) pls enjoyy

ch. 1 , chapter 2 [ part 1 | part 2 ] , ch. 3

She jolted when she heard a knock on her bedroom window. She glanced over at the electric clock on her desk. 7:16 pm.

She swallowed, glancing over at her bedroom door to make sure it was locked before her head whipped around at the sound of his voice.

“Hi, baby.”

He stepped out from behind the curtains, that easygoing smile on his face. He wore a navy blue half-zip sweater, layered with a white tee underneath and loose-fitted light gray sweatpants. His platinum hair tousled as usual as he approached her. He looked like a model who'd just gotten off-duty.

She was rooted in her seat when he stepped up to her. His hand resting on the back rail of her chair as he bent low to press a light kiss on her neck. His familiar scent wafted over her as she turned away.

His hand slipped over her stomach to subtly push her back flat against the chair. She held back a slight gasp.

“I missed you at school today.” he muttered.

After their ‘altercation’ earlier, he tried to convince her to come back to school with him. He offered to take her in his car but she refused-using the excuse that she already called the school saying she was sick. He then promised that he’d see her after basketball practice. She wasn’t looking forward to it.

For a second, she wondered if she should hide in the basement again but she couldn’t even if she wanted to because her Dad had come home early. He would question why she was in the basement if she stayed there for longer than necessary.

She glanced over at him, her voice low, “My Dad’s home.”

“I know.” he murmured beside her ear, “You told me over text.”

She was hoping that would deter him. She shifted slightly in her seat as his hand began to caress her stomach, “Why are you so afraid of him?” he asked.

She went still-immediately tensing up in her chair. His eyes were attentive as he watched her. Millie had told him that her parents were strict but that was all he knew.

She lightly pushed away his hand from her stomach, “I have to use the bathroom.” she whispered.

His hand wrapped around her neck, his lips at her temple, “Don’t lie to me.”

She shot out of her chair, stepping several steps away from him to get some distance. “I-I don’t want to talk about it.” she gritted out.

She didn’t look at him, her shoulders stiff as she stood still. She felt her arms shaking at her sides as she mentally prepared herself to feel some sort of pain for her defiance. But instead all she was met with was the sound of a low sigh.

She felt hands cup her face and immediately looked up. His eyes glittered, in the same way that the ocean appeared when sunlight skimmed its surface. Not that she would know–she’d only seen it in videos.

He searched her face, “Fine. But you’ll tell me soon. You’ll tell me everything soon.”

He tilted his head, “Every problem of yours is mine.”

She merely stared at him. She wished she could scream. The type of scream that could let out all the frustration she was feeling–let out all the mental torment because she was so tired of feeling like this. She hated the tiny voice in the back of her mind that wanted to tell him everything-everything down to the miniscule details because she was tired. Tired of being so alone.

But she refused to share her problems with someone who was one of her problems themselves.

Why did life have to be this way?

She snapped out of her thoughts when she felt his lips press into hers lightly.

“Let’s go somewhere,” he said, against her lips.

Her eyes widened as she pulled back.

“We have my car. Let’s go somewhere–anywhere you want.” he offered.

She stared at him—silently watching the excitement grow in his eyes.

His hands at her face squeezed slightly, “C’mon, there’s gotta be something you want. Tell me.”

She shook her head, pushing his hands away from her as she looked aside. “I have homework to do.” she muttered.

“Such a good girl.” he teased, before tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She resisted the urge to smack his hand away. He was always finding some excuse to touch her.

“Don’t you have school work to do as well?” she questioned. He was second in rank-right after her-and yet she'd never seen him do any schoolwork.

“I did most of it during my free period. I have some other stuff left but I can do it in the morning.”

“The morning?” she questioned.

He nodded before frowning, “I should’ve just brought my backpack with me. We could’ve studied together.” he pinched her cheek.

She immediately turned her head away and he chuckled. Before she could distance herself any further he grabbed her by the waist.

“I didn’t bring any books so I could pay attention to you, y’know. Now don’t make me sad and tell me where you wanna go.”

She shifted awkwardly in his hold-her hands going to his forearms, “What are you talking about-”

“Ara, I want attention,” he said, flat-out.

She froze, simply staring at him before blurting, “What are you-a baby?”

He grinned, “Yes, your baby.”

He cupped one of her tits, “I got needs, Mama.”

Just as her face twisted up and a chuckle nearly escaped his lips, her Dad’s voice suddenly arose.

“ARA! Come down and do the dishes!”

They both froze.

She pushed herself out of Gojo’s grasp, “Coming!”

Just as she headed towards the door, he grabbed her wrist.

“Listen, you better think of something or else I will.”

She hesitated before pulling her arm away and quickly leaving the room.

She stood outside her room-nervous. She had the excuse she was going to use on the tip of her tongue but she wasn’t sure how he was gonna take it. His reactions always varied.

Just as she reached for the doorknob, her room door opened and someone grabbed her arm–dragging her inside.

“Wha–” she nearly yelled but Gojo clamped his hand around her mouth.

“Shh.” he said as he silently closed the door behind her.

She glared at him, speaking through his hand, “Are you crazy? My Dad could’ve seen you.”

Her Dad had just been making his way up the stairs.

He dropped his hand, “You were taking too long. How many goddamn dishes were they?”

In truth, she had taken a while on purpose.

“A lot.” she mumbled.

He squinted-doubtfully-while watching her cross the room to her desk.

He folded his arms, leaning against the door, “Did you think of something?”

She avoided looking at him, “I seriously have work to do, Satoru..”

He uncrossed his arms, letting them drop to his sides, “I knew you were gonna say that.”

“What the hell..” she muttered, while looking at her open notebook before her. All of the questions she had to work on were already filled in. She flipped the page to see he had answered the rest of the questions as well.

She nearly jumped when she felt his arms slip around her, “Happy birthday.” he teased.

She blinked-in shock. She racked her brain for an excuse. Anything–something—

His arms squeezed around her tighter, pulling her further into his chest. He nuzzled his face into her hair, “My plan.” he murmured, possessively.

Gojo glanced over at her before tugging at her hand in his.

He pulled her into a hug, “You look so damn cute.”

She closed her eyes, merely letting herself get crushed before ducking to pull herself out of his grasp.

“You’re just saying that because I’m in your sweater.”

They had waited until her Dad retreated into his room before leaving through the window. As they waited, Gojo had wanted to pick out her outfit. She refused-instead she decided to wear black cargo pants and a graphic tee she had lying around.

He’d insisted that she wear his half-zip pullover on top because it might be ‘cold’ but in reality he just wanted to fulfill his fantasy of his girl wearing his clothes.

She stopped short, staring at the matte black McLaren P1 parked on the street. She resisted the urge to let her mouth fall open.

She turned around, “I want to go home.”

In truth, she didn’t want to be outside in the first place. She didn’t like the idea of sneaking out, especially with her Dad home but Gojo hadn’t stopped nagging. So instead the argument boiled down to making the trip super quick. He promised she’d be back in her room in a ‘jiffy’.

He grabbed her shoulders, “What happened?”

She couldn’t stand it. Him casually driving a $2 million car. It was downright obnoxious. She hated that she knew such details but it couldn’t be helped. She had a car phase back in middle school.

She glared up at him, “Did you do this on purpose?” she asked, without a second thought.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, sounding genuine-for once.

Her annoyance got the best of her as she spat, “Is this why you wanted to go out this bad? So you can show off.”

He raised a white brow, “Show off? Show off what?”

She eyed him, warily. There’s no way he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. He’s the school’s biggest flexer and he knows it.

She stared at his clueless expression with growing doubt. Does he really not know? Is driving luxury cars that much of a normal occurrence for him? How infuriating.

She looked away from him while responding flatly, “The car.”

He glanced over at the car before looking back at her. His expression blank. He repeated the action with a furrowed brow before finally drawing the connection.

He started to laugh, brightly, “What—No, no. I take the McLaren out sometimes since my Dad’s barely around to use it. It’s not mine.”

She stared at him in dubious shock. He’d said the words so casually it was maddening. Even the airiness of his laugh sounded rich.

She wanted to scoff. As if ownership is the concern. Did he not realize the price of that car could change the entirety of someone’s life? A person could go from homeless to having enough money leftover to leave to their children. She’d be set for life with that kind of money—she’d never have to rely on her Dad again.

“I want to go home.” she murmured. She didn’t think she could step in that car without feeling sick.

His hand came up to her throat and she was forced to look up at him. Her eyes went wide.

His cool, turquoise eyes scanned her face, “It’s my plan, remember?”

She swallowed, before nodding silently. His hand felt cold on her neck. She wondered if he could feel her pulse.

“Stop worrying.” His hand slid to her jaw, his thumb grazing over her bottom lip, “You’ll be home in no time.”

She stared up at him. Her heartbeat going off at a flimsy rate as she realized there was no getting out of this one. Something about his tone made it clear.

She jolted when his lips suddenly met hers. His lips were delicate—prompting. Light, short kisses that were followed up with another. His hand on her jaw drawing her closer.

The kiss felt like a reminder. A reminder that this was still his way, his rules.

She covered her face in her hands, despite the car windows being tinted already.

She hated the attention.

She knew it was coming-she anticipated it a mile away. There was no way people were going to ignore a car like this at an ice cream parlor.

She already recognized half of the people here from school. It was the local ice cream spot that everyone went to. She was grateful Gojo respected her rule of wanting to keep their ‘relationship’ private because she was certain she’d crumble to dust if she had to step out of the car with that many eyes on her.

And yet, Gojo did it with ease.

She kept her hands over her face when the door of McLaren opened upwards in its obnoxious fashion. She didn’t need to look to know several people were staring at Gojo slip into the car.

She felt something hard poke at the top of her head, “Kitten.”

She raised her head to see him lower a soft serve ice cream cone in front of her. Apparently, that was something she was required to get.

She took it, “Thank you.”

A short laugh left him and she glanced over to see him sitting comfortably in his seat, arm resting on the ledge of the car door. A subtle grin on his lips as he stared at her.

“Is being seen with me that much of a problem?”

She tensed, her grip on the cone tightening as she tried to come up with a safe answer. Her mind drew a complete blank—betraying her.

Her heart beat skyrocketed when she suddenly felt Gojo’s large hand on her thigh. He squeezed.

A soft sigh left his lips and she couldn’t resist glancing his way. She tried to keep the fear off of her face only to freeze when she was met with a rather fond expression on his countenance.

His thumb caressed her thigh, “You’re shyness just makes me want to mess you up more, y’know.”

She was rooted in spot when he leaned over to place a light kiss on the corner of her lip.

He leaned back in his seat, “Go on,” he urged, faint amusement laced in his tone as he gestured towards her cone, “Eat.”

She complied, licking up the side of the soft serve. It was delicious. She couldn’t remember the last time she had it.

“How is it.” he asked, his voice oddly tight.

She licked her lips, before glancing over at him. For once his eyes were dark, nearly black. A thinly amused smile rested on his lips. She couldn’t understand his expression. She stared between his eyes, her heartbeat racing when she realized he looked.. almost.. hungry.

“It’s.. good.” she murmured.

His hand on her thigh squeezed again, making her jolt subtly.

Suddenly his face was in her neck, a breathy sound leaving his lips as his hands slipped underneath her shirt. One hand slid around her back, pulling her close to him by slipping around the curve of her waist. His other hand crept up her stomach before cupping her tits over her bra—squeezing tight.

“I can’t take it,” he nipped at her neck, “You’re gonna look so pretty giving me head.”

Her eyes widened—belatedly clocking why Gojo insisted she get the soft-serve ice cream.

She writhed underneath his hands at her tits, “Ungh—“ she shoved him away with her free hand, “You’re such a pervert.”

A dry laugh escaped him as he leaned back in his seat, running his hands over his face. Her breath stopped short when she saw the outline of something protruding in his sweatpants as he shifted in his seat.

He lowered his hands, his eyes glittering as he faced her. His head still against the headrest, “Only for you.”

“That… doesn’t make it any better.”

A smirk lit his face before his hand suddenly wrapped around her neck. She froze.

“It’s your fault. If you didn’t make my dick hard the second we met, maybe I wouldn’t be like this.”

His fingers began to caress her neck, his eyes sharp-yet endearing somehow. She felt like a flighty dove being petted by its owner-while the owner decided to kill it or not.

“You’re everything I’m not. No one knows a damn thing about you. You barely talk—in fact, you go out of your way to avoid people,” he laughed slightly, “The one friend you got, you made on the bus.”

“You're not involved in sports or clubs—not even a internship or volunteering. You’re somehow on every teacher's good side,” he smirked a bit, “That’s impossible for me.” She didn’t doubt it, Mrs. Finch was living proof.

“You don’t party, drink or smoke,” he shook his head, “You can’t imagine my surprise when your name was called first during ranking.”

His blue eyes shimmered in the dark, “A girl I didn’t even know exists. A quiet ace. Too reserved for her own good.” The words felt almost mocking.

His fingers tightened around her neck, “I was so mad I never noticed you before.”

He chuckled slightly, “Suguru didn’t get it. He didn’t get why I had to know you,“ The corner of his lip tugged upwards, “Why I wanted to peel back every layer of you and figure you out.”

“But I.. I had to understand how someone like you exists. There’s no way someone that smart wouldn’t show it off. There’s no way you’re first in rank with no extracurriculars either, but—you're just that good aren’t you?”

His face was close to hers now, “Have you ever gotten anything below a 95 in your life?”

She wasn’t breathing. It was true. She hadn’t—she wanted to say she was naturally gifted at school. And maybe she was to some extent, but without fail-she always tried on her assignments. No matter how hopeless, depressed and alone she felt. Completing her assignments and getting good grades was the only validation she got. The only validation that felt just.

She happened to get close to teachers because of it. Teachers always respected her intellect, despite her introvertedness.

“It would’ve been easier if I was mad at you,” he mused, a faint smile on his lips, “Suguru thought I was—he thought I felt one upped by you. And I guess I did.. for a bit.”

He chuckled, “Ego is such a fickle thing.. You don’t know how much you bruised mine when you didn’t even speak to me when I first approached you.”

His smile widened, “No one’s ever treated me like that. Even people who don’t like me still spare me a word, at least.”

His hand around her throat drew her closer, “You looked at me like I was nothing.”

A dark smile spread across his lips, “And now I’m gonna become your everything.”

Just as he lowered his lips for a kiss, she wrenched out of his grasp. Her back partly against her seat and the car door as she breathed raggedly. She felt drops of ice-cream slip past her fingers and make puddles on the floor.

She closed her eyes, trembling so bad that she didn’t even want to look at him.

“Ara,” his voice felt distant to her ears, “Araa, did I scare you?”

She flinched when she felt his knuckles graze her cheek, immediately facing the other way before freezing when she realized she wasn’t supposed to act like this. She was supposed to act like she was afraid of falling in love with him.

But how could she? How could she act when he’d completely ruined her just for the sake of his ego. She felt sick—absolutely sick. She wanted to be anywhere else but in the car with him. Home or miles and miles away. Anywhere but here.

“Ara,” his voice was soft, closer, “I’m sorry, kitten, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

She flinched once more when she felt his hand run down the crown of her head to her nape, smoothing down her hair.

“I just meant that you’re mine.” his tone was low, assuring. “You were always mine. The rankings just helped me find you.”

His fingers tightened around her nape slightly, “I take care of what’s mine.”

Her exhale came out staggered as she tried not to cry. Her trembling body straightened slightly as she opened her eyes to face him. She knew her eyes were watery.

His eyes were cool, a calm ocean-blue as he assessed her.

“I know.” she murmured, through wobbly lips. Carefully slipping her mask on in silence.

She thought she saw something flicker in his eyes, “Yeah?”

She nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as he drew her closer to him—letting him kiss her. The kiss wasn’t kind. She knew he was tasting her-tasting the ice cream on her lips-her mouth-as he kissed her. His hand on her nape held her firmly as he tilted his head to kiss her more.

The kiss felt like a claim; a claim that seeped further into her skin the longer he held her lips captive. She had a sickening feeling that she was signing her life away.

She knew what was going to happen when they got home. And it was confirmed when he stopped by the convenience store on the way back.

She didn’t need to look in the bag to know he’d gotten condoms. He got her a lollipop, one for himself as well—as if they needed more sweets after all the ice cream they ate.

The second they made it through the window, his eyes were on her—the hunger in them palpable.

She swallowed, stepping backwards slowly, “You're staying the night?” she asked, despite already knowing the answer.

It took him two strides to stand in front of her, he grasped her chin, “Of course, baby.”

His crystalline eyes scanned her face before he bent over to give her a kiss. Just as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, she drew her face back.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom.” she didn’t know why she was whispering but it couldn’t be helped.

He stared at her for a moment before releasing her chin. “ ‘Kay, kitten.”

She quickly entered the bathroom attached to her room and locked the door. The second she was alone, she teared up. She wished she could stay in the bathroom forever. What would he do if she did? Would he break in the bathroom door? Would the sound of that awaken her Father?

She shivered, hugging herself tight as she hunched over the sink. She felt like she was going to throw up.

Her hands went to the countertop’s edge, her fingers tightening around its sides as she forced herself to breathe. She couldn’t afford to break down just yet. Gojo was waiting in the room for her and who knows what he would do if she took too long.

She closed her eyes, wanting to scream. She knew what she didn’t want to do but she knew what she had to do.

“It’s just an act,” she whispered to herself, her voice cracking, “Just an act.”

Her body gradually went from trembling to stiller than stone as she convinced herself-convinced herself that she could do this. Despite every nerve ending in her body telling her to run as far away as possible.

She didn’t dare look in the mirror before her; she knew one look into her own eyes would make her lose all resolve. Instead, she straightened and stepped out of the bathroom.

She glanced around her dark room. The moonlight streaming through her open curtains being the only source of light within the darkness. Her eyes landed on Gojo.

He was laying down on her bed, shirtless, lollipop in his mouth. Bright blue eyes already on hers.

A light smile graced his features as he pulled out the empty lollipop stick from his mouth and tossed it somewhere on the floor. He sat up, his cool eyes looking her up and down before patting the space on the bed in front of him.

She hesitated before walking stiffly towards him. Her resolve slowly slipping away with each step. Every signal in her body told her to walk the opposite direction.

When she was two steps away from the spot of the bed he’d gestured towards, he reached out to her. His hands slipped around her waist—pulling her in between his legs on the edge of the bed.

“Are you trying to tease me by walking slow?” he nearly whined.

He ran his hands along her sides before tugging his sweater off of her. His eyes never left hers as he tugged off her shirt next. She did her best to refrain from trembling.

His eyes widened in appreciation at her lacey white padded bra.

He bit his lower lip before bending over to pull down her pants. She jolted when his hands went to the back of her knees and calves, maneuvering her legs to step out of her pants.

He leaned back then, his eyes looking up and down her body before letting out a low groan. His hands on her hips squeezing needily.

“Fuck, so pretty.”

His index fingers hooked into her panties on either side of her hips—bunching up her panties before tugging upwards. She gasped, nearly falling forward as her panties rubbed against her clit.

Her hands went to his thighs to keep from falling and he smirked.

“These are mine.” he murmured into her ear before bending over to pull her panties down. She shivered when she felt his temple graze her hip as he maneuvered her legs again to get her to step out of her panties. He lightly bit her hip before sitting up straight.

He slipped her panties into his sweatpant pockets, a shameless grin on his face. She flushed.

His hands slipped around her ass, drawing her closer between his legs until she felt the tip of his cock against her navel through his sweats. She gasped when his large hands squeezed her ass cheeks while nipping at her neck.

His lips and teeth were insistent along her neck and shoulder—she knew there would be marks. The hickeys from their first time still hadn’t completely healed.

Suddenly his hands were at her tits, squeezing heartily while he marked the skin between her collarbones. She winced.

He withdrew slightly, squeezing her tits once more, “Fuck, baby, this bra is so cute. Makes you look so pretty. Gonna buy you one in every color.”

He squeezed her tits hard and she trembled slightly.

“G-Satoru-please.” she whispered.

“Please what, kitten.” he murmured before reaching around her to easily unclip her bra.

“Y-you hold me so tight.”

She felt his cock twitch against her belly. He cupped her bare tits, his thumbs running over her areolas before squeezing her tits in the entirety of his palms.

He groaned, “Cause these tits are mine, baby.”

Suddenly his arm slipped around her ass and she was flipped onto the bed, her back to the sheets. He lay atop her, his mouth on her tits.

His tongue lapped up her areola, the tip of his tongue flicking at its center to make her nipples harden. Once her nipple hardened against his tongue, she felt his hard cock twitch against her lower belly. His hips bucking into her as he fondled her unattended tit in his palm.

He sucked her nipples, hard—repeatedly swirling his tongue around it at first before sucking her tits like he could actually get some breast milk. He pulled away slightly, staring at her perky, puffy nipples with a satisfied gleam in his eyes before lowering his head to leave a dark hickeys on the side of her breasts. His clothed cock grinding against her spread legs all the while.

She whimpered as he began to give the same attention to her other tit--now palming the one that was covered in love bites.

His tongue flicked her nipple in his mouth before groaning. He withdrew slightly to look up at her and mutter-a string of saliva attached to his lip, “Could suck these tits forever.”

She couldn’t deny the feeling him playing with her tits elicited. It made something in her grow hot-hot enough to make her squirm. But due to being completely surrounded by Gojo’s huge body she couldn’t move as much as she would’ve liked.

She grit her teeth, unable to hold back a low moan as he moved the flat of his tongue over her hard nipple-flicking at it with the tip of his tongue. Her back arched, putting more of her tit in his mouth before she slipped her fingers through his white hair and pulled him back. She couldn’t take it.

His blue eyes were immediately on her, searching her face closely. She trembled slightly before deciding to distract him by pulling his face up to kiss her. He eagerly complied.

His lips crashed into hers, tongue viciously sweeping her mouth. He was hungry.

The pace of his grinding picked up a thousandfold, almost as if he were trying to fuck her through his sweats. His cock was so stiff, she couldn’t help but whimper in his mouth as he kissed her.

He drew his head back slightly to bite at her bottom lip. She felt his large hand slide down her shoulder, past her collarbones, over her tits, her stomach before coming to a stop at her entrance. His fingertips touched her pussy lips.

He broke the kiss to watch her expression as he slipped his fingers into her—only to end up groaning himself.

His head dropped as he began to pump his middle and ring finger in and out of her slowly, “So fuckin’ wet.”

She whimpered as his fingers continued to pump into her—the feeling making her twist underneath him.

As she began to writhe, his face somehow came before hers, “Does it feel good, baby.”

Her eyes widened, her face immediately heating up. She would die before admitting anything he did felt good—even if it unfortunately did. It felt so much better to be touched by someone else than herself.

Why’d it have to be him making me feel like this?

Suddenly the pace of his fingers picked up drastically and she cried out. Her insides instinctively tightening around his fingers.

"S-satoru! Unghh-ah!-oh my-nnnghh!" she mewled.

“There you go,” he muttered as she began to moan and whine at each rough fingerfuck. He dipped his fingers knuckle deep within her, his pace insistent.

He perused her writhing figure beneath him, his firm form keeping her in place. Her tits swung upwards with each forceful shove of his fingers. He flushed, his cerulean blue eyes locked in on her face as a subtle smirk bloomed along his lips.

“I wish you could see yourself right now.” his voice husky, “You look so fuckin’ good.”

Her walls clamped around his fingers and his smirk widened. He dropped a light kiss on her lips, “Want you to cum, kitten.”

His fingers managed to move faster within her. She yelped, her back arching as she pushed at his shoulders. He didn’t budge.

“Please-no-nnghh–ah!-uh-”

“Wanna see the pretty face you make when you cum all over my fingers.” he spoke into her temple.

“N-no!” she gasped out when she felt it—horror consuming her when her body seemed to respond to his words, his pace. Her insides grew hot, hot in that way that felt torturously good.

His hand clamped her over lips when she screamed in betrayal. Her body writhed uncontrollably as waves after waves of pleasure rolled over her, making her shake around his ruthless fingers.

“Fuck, so hot.” he gritted out-his eyes never leaving her face. He kept up his pace until her shakiness subsided.

“Such a good girl.. gave me what I want so fast,” His smirk reappeared, “You like my fingers that much?”

She frowned-her voice hoarse as she responded instinctively, “N-no.”

Suddenly his thumb pressed against her puffy clit, making her jump. He began to rub her clit at a perfect pressure.

“Ah!-Goj-nnghh-no! Fuck-” she moaned, unable to stop herself.

“Liar.” he grinned.

She grit her teeth, hating the control he had on her body with every part of her being. She attempted to squeeze her thighs together-to end his ministrations but it was useless. His firm waist planted between her legs left her with no control. She couldn’t ignore his hard length poking at her inner thigh, it was as if it were demanding her attention.

Suddenly he leaned back-lifting his fingers to his lips to taste her juices. The sight was filthy and intoxicating.

“Mm-Fuck, taste so good, kitten.” he muttered, before lowering himself. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and immediately placed his mouth over her clit.

She jerked forward, gasping-but his hold on her thighs kept her legs wide open.

“Gojo!” she cried out through gritted teeth. He sucked along her clit and entrance with such diligence—as if he were starving.

“Nngh—P-please-haah-” she wanted to beg him to stop but it seemed to have the opposite effect. His hands tightened around her thighs as he dug his face deeper between her legs.

The feeling was so unexpected she couldn’t help but whine in desperation. Moans slipped out of her as his tongue expertly licked her cunt. It was overwhelming.

He lapped up her clit, making her jolt. The flat of his tongue rubbed against her tense nub-making her all too sensitive. She couldn’t take it.

“S-Satoru, stop! St-unghhh-ah-nngh! Please-please.”

He sucked her clit deliriously-as if he couldn’t get enough. His tongue powering past her rowdy hips and her futile attempts to shove his head away. His arms around her thighs forced her hips down and apart. His tongue swirled endlessly around her puffy clit-the tip of his tongue pressing and sucking right where she needed it most.

Her mewls went silent as she spasmed, cumming harder than ever. She felt like she was floating. Her body bucked as she bit her lower lip-hard-to hide the obnoxious moans on the cusp of her lips. Her body felt like it had been caught on fire-in the best way possible.

When he removed his lips from her cunt, she stared up at the ceiling-refusing to let herself wallow in the self-hatred threatening to consume her. Why am I enjoying this?

She winced when she felt his fingers slip into her cunt again. She was so wet and gummy inside that the action made a subtle lewd sound. He groaned, pumping his fingers into her lazily, “Fuck-so wet-so ready for me.”

He slipped his fingers out before climbing atop her to press a passionate kiss to her lips. He kissed her so hard she was pressed deeper into the bed. His tongue tangling with hers, kissing her roughly as if trying to consume her.

He broke the kiss, “You taste yourself, hm? Did you taste how sweet your pretty cunt is?”

He spread her legs apart, “Gonna use this sweet lil cunt as many times I want.”

She shivered as she watched him look her up and down with such obvious hunger. Her legs instinctively drew closer but he shoved them apart.

Her eyes widened in horror to see that he was already naked. Condom already on his cock.

Before she could even react, his hand slid around her neck. His grip tight around her throat as he thrust his full length into her.

She couldn't even scream, her back naturally arching as her cunt was forced to adjust to him. It didn't matter how wet she was, his cock always pried her apart. Her breath was stuck in her throat as she squeezed her eyes shut, teeth grit together in pain. The action had been so rough, she couldn’t handle it.

Suddenly his hand on her throat slid to her jaw, forcing her to face him above her.

“Look at me, kitten. Look at what I do to you.”

She wanted to sob-a weak sound leaving her lips as his hand around her jaw tightened.

“Ara..” he murmured into her temple so breathlessly-so needily-as if she were his most desired prayer. As if he'd die without her.

She whimpered, her cunt inadvertently squeezing around him. His breath caught and she knew she was doomed.

His fingers clasped around her throat while his other hand gripped the softest part of her hip, before fucking her like a ragdoll.

She didn’t know how the bed didn’t fall apart, she felt like her insides were. She was so loud-her throat was sore from how loud she was. His hand over her mouth was the only thing saving her dignity.

She felt like she could feel every veiny ridge of his cock, burning into her insides with each rough fuck. He made sure her cunt took all of him in-no matter how tight the fit was. It felt impossible to get used to.

“Ara.. oh, Ara..” he breathed huskily into her neck, “F-fuck,” his hand tightened over her mouth as he continued to fuck the daylight out of her.

The sounds of their lewd sex filled the air. She couldn’t breathe. Tears slipped down the sides of her face. Her throat scratchy.

“Feel so good, baby, fuck,” he babbled, “You get me so hard-haah-Wanna hear all those cute lil sounds you’re makin’—fuck-so perfect, perfect fuckin’ pussy.”

His cock pistoned into her relentlessly. She wasn’t sure she had a single coherent thought left in her brain.

And suddenly, his breath hitched and she swore his cock grew stiffer. His hips stuttered before slamming into her completely, forcing her hips to rise as he buried his cock deep.

Panic swarmed into her at the thought of him having no condom but she remembered, she’d seen it on his cock before he entered her. She shivered when she felt something warmer than her insides pour into her, though it felt much more subdued compared to when he’d dumped loads of his cum in her before.

She shivered when his cock continued to twitch. His hands gripped her hips tight as he continued to push her body up to lodge his cock deeper, as if wanting her to feel every single part of him.

She let out a low, staggered cry at the sensation of feeling so full. Her back arched, her tits pressing into his chest as his cock rocked into her.

He groaned desperately, his face pressing into the side of hers. She was sure his grip on her hips was bound to leave marks.

Finally, his cock stopped twitching and she heard him sigh.

He cupped one of her tits, caressing her, “You make me feel so good, kitten.”

She shivered when she felt him lightly kiss her jaw, then nip at her throat. She knew there were bound to be marks left later.

She shifted slightly underneath him, he was still inside of her. He was still hard.

Her voice came out quiet and scratchy-almost fearful, “I-I’m tired, Satoru.”

His lips over her collarbone paused their ministrations. She felt her pulse skyrocket at his silence.

Suddenly his face appeared before hers, the tips of his platinum hair touching her forehead as his blue eyes scanned her face.

“Don’t be selfish now, Ara,” his voice was gravelly yet soft as he lowered himself to kiss her. The kiss was gentle, probing-she felt his cock twitch.

“We’re just getting started.”

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